View allAll Photos Tagged Demands
Mystery Dance - it said on the radio this weekend that the RSPB was part formed in response to GCGs being almost wiped out for the milliners trade - fortunately the demand for hats is now restricted to posh gels at Ascot and those decorative head wounds favoured by mothers of the bride - I think the technical term is a fascinator (fascinating why someone would want to look a prat in public?)
This is a multistory car park in Berlin, Germany that I noticed when I was in Alexanderplatz. The 'Stop Wars' letters caught my eye, and I made sure I went over to capture it.
BNSF 9008 leads a coal train into Galesburg by some power lines likely powered by the very cargo in the hoppers.
LARGE view and read tags at right.
Enjoy and share well this HOLY WEEK, for He died so EACH of us may live.
___________________
Celebrate St. Patrick’s Day today, tomorrow, and Monday 3.17.2008, by blessing your family and yourself at www.e-water.net/viewflash.php?flash=irishblessing_en
____________________________
"If ye love wealth greater than liberty, the tranquility of servitude greater than the animating contest for freedom, go home from u s in peace. We seek not your counsel, nor your arms. Crouch down and lick the hand that feeds you. May your chains set lightly upon you; and may posterity forget that ye were our countrymen." -Sam Adams
___________________________________
Recipient passes on emailed HEARSAY SECRETS
Blushing at this end from the joy of reading your latest epistle. Twas cool. Improving toward Perfection is a life time goal of many. Never achieved but trying, right? Some need so much help. If we each do our part, maybe Hades will be a little less full during that long eternal party without air conditioning.
Though at any party on this planet, I do not hang with every body. I stay in the corner, spy a few prior acquaintances or friends, and talk the night away. I am not too much on meeting and making great new friends from a large crowd. In fact, few parties do I attend. Who needs that or them? I am busy partying on Flickr.
__________________________________
Scripture Needs to Be Read Spiritually, Says Preacher
Delivers Final Lenten Meditation for Pope and Curia
ROME, MARCH 14, 2008 (Zenit.org).- Scripture is not only inspired by God, but also "breathes forth God," that is, the Holy Spirit inhabits Scripture and animates it, says the preacher of the Pontifical Household.
Capuchin Father Raniero Cantalamessa said this today in the Lenten meditation he delivered to Benedict XVI and the Roman Curia in the Redemptoris Mater Chapel of the Apostolic Palace.
The sermon was the last in a series of meditations the preacher gave this Lent.
The series, titled "The Word of God Is Living and Effective," reflects the theme of the next Synod of Bishops on the word of God, to be held in October.
Father Cantalamessa spoke about the two meanings implied by 2 Timothy 3:16 "all Scripture is inspired by God."
He explained that the more common meaning is the "passive" one, referring to the way that God directed the writers of the holy texts.
The second meaning, the preacher explained, is "active": Scripture, is not only "inspired by God" but also "spirates God." "After having dictated the Scripture, the Holy Spirit is in a way contained within it; he ceaselessly inhabits it and animates it with his divine breath."
Setting him free
Father Cantalamessa then asked, "How do we approach the Scriptures in a way that they truly 'free' the Spirit that they contain?"
He said that "in Scripture, the Spirit cannot be discovered if not by passing through the letter, that is, through the concrete human vesture that the word of God assumed in the different books and inspired authors. In them the divine meaning cannot be discovered, if not by beginning from the human meaning, the one intended by the human author, Isaiah, Jeremiah, Luke, Paul, etc. It is in this that we find the complete justification of the immense effort in study and research that surrounds the book of Scripture."
But, Father Cantalamessa affirmed, there is a "tendency to stop at the letter, considering the Bible an excellent book, the most excellent of human books, if you will, but only a human book. Unfortunately we run the risk of reducing Scripture to a single dimension."
The Pontifical Household preacher pointed to a sign of hope: "That the demand for a spiritual reading of Scripture and one guided by faith is now beginning to be felt by some eminent exegetes."
The Capuchin urged a furthering of this "spiritual reading."
He explained: "To speak of the 'spiritual' reading of the Bible is not to speak of an edifying, mystical, subjective, or worse still, imaginative, reading, in opposition to the scientific reading, which would be objective. On the contrary, it is the most objective reading that there is because it is based on the Spirit of God, not on the spirit of man.
"Spiritual reading is therefore something that is quite precise and objective; it is the reading that is done under the guidance of, or in the light of, the Holy Spirit that inspired Scripture. It is based on a historical event, namely, the redemptive act of Christ which, with his death and resurrection, accomplishes the plan of salvation and realizes all of the figures and the prophecies, it reveals all of the hidden mysteries and offers the true key for reading the Bible."
Toward all truth
Father Cantalamessa said that this "spiritual reading" of Scripture applies to both the Old and New Testaments.
"Reading the New Testament spiritually means reading it in the light of the Holy Spirit given to the Church at Pentecost to lead the Church to all truth, that is, to the complete understanding and actualization of the Gospel," he said.
The preacher affirmed that spiritual reading both integrates and surpassed scientific reading: "Scientific reading knows only one direction, which is that of history; it explains, in fact, that which comes after in light of that which comes before; it explains the New Testament in the light of the Old which precedes it, and it explains the Church in the light of the New Testament.
"Spiritual reading fully recognizes the validity of this direction of research, but it adds an inverse direction to it. This consists in explaining that which comes before in the light of that which comes after, prophecy in the light of its realization, the Old Testament in the light of the New and the New in the light of the tradition of the Church."
Father Cantalamessa contended, then, that "that which is necessary is not therefore a spiritual reading that would take the place of current scientific exegesis, with a mechanical return to the exegesis of the Fathers; it is rather a new spiritual reading corresponding to the enormous progress recorded by the study of 'letter.' It is a reading, in sum, that has the breath and faith of the Fathers and, at the same time, the consistency and seriousness of current biblical science.
The Pontifical Household preacher ended his reflection with a word of hope regarding a return to a spiritual reading like that of the Church fathers.
The Capuchin said "from the four winds the Spirit has begun unexpectedly to blow again" and we "witness the reappearance of the spiritual reading of the Bible and this too is a fruit -- one of the more exquisite -- of the Spirit."
"Participating in Bible and prayer groups, I am stupefied in hearing, at times, reflections on God's word that are analogous to those offered by Origen, Augustine or Gregory the Great in their time, even if it is in a more simple language," he said. "Let us conclude with a prayer that I once heard a woman pray after she was read the episode in which Elijah, ascending up to heaven, leaves Elisha two-thirds of his spirit.
"It is an example of spiritual reading in the sense I have just explained: 'Thank you, Jesus, that ascending to heaven, you do not only leave us two-thirds of your Spirit, but all of your Spirit! Thank you that you did not give your Spirit to just one disciple, but to all men!'"
____________
EXPLORE # 298, 381, 432 on 3-17-2008, after being on initial list on Sunday, March 16, 2008.
Demander pour utilisation merci - Ask for use th anks.
© Michel Guérin. Tous droits réservés - All rights reserved ©.
(Woliwon)
Merci beaucoup pour vos visites et commentaires ♥, thank you so much for the visit and kind comments
Back by popular demand - the XXX nite at Pride at Home is HERE! This time with a pride month pool party/foam cannon vibe. Come chill in the Pride at Home Waterpark on sim for an extra special night of spicy tunes and good times.
This is an 18+ only event with nudity so please be aware if you plan to join us!
DJ Zie will be performing first from 4-6 PM SLT
then DJ Matti from 6-8 PM SLT.
Both with host Remy (pulling double duty)
Check out "What's on" all month long on the new PRIDE AT HOME WEBSITE! prideathome.online/whats-on
Your gay rideshare:
Demander pour utilisation merci - Ask for use thanks.
© Michel Guérin. Tous droits réservés - All rights reserved ©.
(Woliwon) Merci beaucoup pour vos visites et commentaires ♥, thank you so much for the visit and kind comments.
Un gros merci à ceux qui partagent leur découverte.
Demand for the water taxi service to shuttle adventures to the top end of the lake tapers right off as it gets later in the season. Especially on this chilly, damp, windy morning.
Sculpture réalisée et installée le 18 août 1997 à la demande de Handicap International pour appeler tous ses Etats à signer la Convention d’interdiction des mines anti-personnel et tenir leurs engagements à assister les victimes et à déminer les territoires pollués.
Sept jours, sept photos en noir et blanc représentant ma vie. Pas de gens, pas d'explication. Désigné par Madeleine Punde, je désigne Danielle Danielle (Féelirose) au jour 2.
Sur Facebook
Photographies non libres de droits.
Demander pour utilisation merci.
© Michel Guérin ©. Tous droits réservés
Ask for use thank you.
Photos not free of rights.
All rights reserved
Merci beaucoup pour vos visites et commentaires ♥, thank you so much for the visit and kind comments
Sky On Demand
HDR 7 scatti
Fotocamera: Nikon D700
Aperture: f/8
Shutter Speed: 0.30 s
Lente: 66 mm
ISO: 200
Exposure Bias: 0 EV
Flash: Off, Did not fire
Lens: Nikkor AF-S FX 24-70mm f/2.8 G ED
When she wants something, she doesn't meow because she sounds like a crow and very loud. This is very effective and she always gets what she wants.
Demander pour utilisation merci - Ask for use thanks.
© Michel Guérin. Tous droits réservés - All rights reserved ©.
(Woliwon)
Merci beaucoup pour vos visites et commentaires ♥, thank you so much for the visit and kind comments.
Un gros merci à ceux qui partagent leur découverte.
J'ai demandé au marin en t-shirt pourquoi il y autant d'antennes sur les bateaux de pêche, il m'a dit que c'est pour regarder la television.
kindly lit by the streetlight that shines directly in my window at night.
ten second timer dash: sprint across room, use stepladder as springboard to vault on to windowsill, arrange self in frame, attempt to look casual.
Demander pour utilisation merci - Ask for use thanks.
© Michel Guérin. Tous droits réservés - All rights reserved ©.
(Woliwon)
Merci beaucoup pour vos visites et commentaires ♥, thank you so much for the visit and kind comments.
Un gros merci à ceux qui partagent leur découverte.
A megalomaniacal manicule makes it's demands clear in the Botanical Gardens in Ventnor. The park had once been the grounds of the National Hospital for TB and when that institution closed the grounds were turned into a public garden. These cast iron signs must have been part of the hospital's laying out and each of the principal walks was named after a Doctor and identified my a monumental; and ornate signpost like this.
Wish more of the shot was in sharper focus, but I am pleased enough with the angle and detail to post it.
Demander pour utilisation merci - Ask for use th anks.
© Michel Guérin. Tous droits réservés - All rights reserved ©.
(Woliwon)
Merci beaucoup pour vos visites et commentaires ♥, thank you so much for the visit and kind comments
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
If I'm a pagan of the good times
My lover's the sunlight
To keep the goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice.........
Demandez à un ami de déambuler sur un pont.
Demandez aux couleurs d'automne de surgir sur l'eau.
Demandez à votre composition d'oser une diagonale.
Le résultat ? Une sorte de minimalisme de rue UN PEU mis en scène. :-))
Demander pour utilisation merci - Ask for use thanks.
© Michel Guérin. Tous droits réservés - All rights reserved ©.
Merci beaucoup pour vos visites et commentaires ♥, thank you so much for the visit and kind comments.
Un gros merci à ceux qui partagent leur découverte.
Now long abandoned, the Hawkscraig pier was erected in 1866 for paddle-steamers carrying day-trippers across the Forth from Edinburgh.
When the railway came to Aberdour in the 1890s via the Forth Rail Bridge, the demand for the service declined and the demise of the pier shortly followed.
The Forth Rail Bridge is just visible in the top right of the photo.
Once upon a time there was a smug little town perched at the edge of a deep blue ocean. All around it, trees grew. Great twisting tentacled trees. Trees with limbs like undulating snakes, like curls of smoke turned miraculously solid. The trees breathed in and out, cleaning the air continuously; their fallen leaves and acorns fed the earth around their roots, creating food and habitat for all manner of other critters. Their branches were anointed with nests; their summer shade cooled the meadow, preserving moisture through the long brown rainless summers.
The trees harmed no one. At least not on purpose. Of course there were “accidents” when people felled them; maimings, fatalities, losses of human limbs; that was to be expected. But most of the time the trees, as far as anyone in the town knew, pretty much just stood there, swaying in the breeze, changing with the seasons; anonymous, dispensable, to be hacked away without a thought when the thing called Progress demanded it.
Then one day a fairy (do you think they called them fairies because they so often set things right, or restored an order of fairness?). Anyway, one day a fairy happened by and was surprised by what she saw. She’d last visited the shore a few hundred years earlier (a short blip in fairy time) and seen a very different place.
The people who lived there hundreds of years ago led a rich and satisfying life. The sea and surrounding woods and meadows provided a diverse and nearly endless food supply. The people ate well; had plenty for the winters; lived in comfort… and had the luxury of dedicating time to art, to craft, to ceremony, song and feast. They had their hardships. Their life was not idyllic. But they cherished and respected the earth. And the trees.
The new town was different. The people there saw the trees (if indeed they noticed them at all) as barriers, as things to be removed and gotten past. They slaughtered the trees to build their houses, heat their houses, cook their food. They slaughtered more to grow crops, to build roads and shopping malls. The trees were not entirely resigned (remember those “accidents”). But they were rooted; that was the only thing that truly held them back. And so the fairy, hoping to return the place to its earlier balance, gave the trees the power of movement; made their roots fast feet; encouraged them to bring the place back to what it had been.
The trees went forward without hesitation. They had dreamed of this day for a very long time. Many had been planning it in detail for centuries. They decided to wait till late in the night when most of the town would be sleeping or distracted.
As darkness fell, they began a slow shuffle. Earth erupted as first one, then 10, then a hundred others ripped their deep thick heavy roots from the ground… setting off a string of low successive rumbles like a long roll of thunder. A soft cloud of dust rose up around the town’s outskirts as the trees moved in. They barricaded roads. Stopped traffic. And, after all those countless years of practising with only air, their long twisting talons made solid contact; pried the roofs off houses; lashed down the power lines and watched, amused as the people jerked and fried with their own innovation coursing through them. The trees systematically ripped up the town, destroyed the people’s built environment. They worked through the night until nothing artificial stood, and all the people had been killed or had fled.
By morning the trees were exhausted. Movement was new to them and they had had a lot of it. They surveyed what was left of the town and they were well and truly pleased. They lashed long branches across each other’s backs in celebration of their victory. And then.
And then one tree saw something shiny, flickering in the dust. It was small and metallic with a strange glass front that kept changing colours, patterns, frequencies of light and dark. The tree picked it up and showed it to a few of the others. They didn’t understand why or how, but the bright shiny flickering glass held their attention. Soon more trees gathered round. And they touched the object, and it made sounds. And it continued making sounds, and somehow the sounds and the flashing glassy light seemed connected – and the trees found it even more compelling.
These were all park trees. They had lived in the closest thing to wilderness there was around the town. Few of their immediate family had been slaughtered, and so they were less vigilantly anti-people than their more urban counterparts. They talked among themselves and decided on two things.
1. They would take the shiny object back to the park to amuse them. Now that they had tasted freedom, they were less keen about standing all day and night in silence with nothing to watch or listen to but weather, insects, birds and other plants.
2. On their way back, they would check the ruins of the town for any more shiny objects. If they found more, they’d take those back as well.
So the trees started heading to the park, sifting through what was left of buildings and roadways and parking lots and whatnot along the way. They found a bunch of the shiny things and shared them among themselves… sitting in groups, huddled, watching shiny colours flash.
A couple of the urban trees saw what was happening. And they were aghast. Because they knew about television. They had peered through windows. They had seen the destruction; had seen the tuned-in zombies lying motionless for hours in the strange blue flickering glow from the screens; had seen their muscles atrophy; had seen their bellies bulge and their brains go mushy from mindless inactivity.
“Please,” they said to the park trees. “Resist the temptation. The shiny things are harmful. Besides, they’ll only flicker till their batteries die and then you’ll be hooped.” Because the urban trees knew about batteries, too. And they saw how frantic and useless the people had become when their electronic gizmos died, even temporarily.
But the park trees were already hooked. “Screw you,” they said to the urban trees. “You’re just jealous ‘cause we have shiny things and you don’t. We’re keeping them.”
And they did. And a great cultural gulf grew up between the trees. The park dwellers spent all their time gathered ‘round the shiny things – hunched, staring, lifeless. They didn’t have the energy to make new leaves when spring came; they made no shade in the summer; their doubled-over trunks and folded limbs provided no habitat and… worst of all… their stretched-out roots lost contact with the earth and cut off their former supply of nutrients.
Then one day the batteries died. The flickering screens went dark and silent. And the park trees were lost… utterly lost. They’d forgotten about their former lives; had no idea how to just be trees. And besides, they were weak and sick from endless days and nights of television.
But. They had watched enough news to know what a population ought to do in that situation:
First they looked for someone to blame. They decided it should be the urban trees. Then they declared war. And mounted an attack.
It was fall. The park and the former town were crispy dry – more than usual, what with the park trees having been off the job for so long.
The park trees were weak, too… too weak to muster any full-on, tree-to-tree combat-type attack.
So they did something they’d seen on TV: rubbed their branches together… harder and harder, faster and faster… till sparks flew. And the dry grass ignited.
By the time they realized the fire would engulf them all, it was too late.
"I want to hold you close
Skin pressed against me tight
Lie still, and close your eyes girl
So lovely, it feels so right
I want to hold you close
Soft breasts, beating heart
As I whisper in your ear
I want to fucking tear you apart"
◇ ◆E.V.E - ETHEREAL V.4 SAKURA HEADPIECE.
◇ ◆DAPPA - Lotus Tattoo at The Level Event.
◇ ◆ OSMIA - Bad Bunny - Body - at Epiphany.
◇ ◆% anxiety & SEMPITERNAL - CULT %EPIPHANY.
Demander pour utilisation merci - Ask for use thanks.
© Michel Guérin. Tous droits réservés - All rights reserved ©.
(Woliwon) Merci beaucoup pour vos visites et commentaires ♥, thank you so much for the visit and kind comments.
Un gros merci à ceux qui partagent leur découverte.
Burma Mines railway. Hino railtruck on the free passenger service from Bawdwin to Namtu. January 2001.
They asked me to portrait them. Therefore, they deserve to be seen.
Red Fort (लाल क़िला). Old Delhi (पुरानी दिल्ली), Shahjahanabad (शाहजहानाबाद). Delhi (दिल्ली). India/Bharat (भारत).
28°39′21″N 77°14′25″E
It was designated a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 2007 as part of the Red Fort Complex.
Allow me to show my own portrait. You see, I am kind of upset, for this guy has been taking shots of me in a park without asking for my consent and, publishing them in this flickr thing. Without even caring to show my pretty face! What a nerve! So I decided to upload my own portrait and demand an apology from him.
By the way, some people call me "Bem-te-vi de peito amarelo", and you can see some of my bird friends at Rosa Gamboas photostream
Les non-Alençonnais se demanderont sûrement, à la vision de cette image : "Mais de quoi qu'il nous parle, cet énergumène ? De quel cadran il parle ?"
Eh oui, mais il faut être du cru pour savoir que l'immense sphère de pierre, ce globe terrestre juché sur ce pilier devant une étrange plaque aux signes étranges, est en fait bel et bien un cadran solaire accompagné de son mode d'emploi !
Les Alençonnais ne se formalisent plus d'un tel objet qui, si l'on ne connait pas son âge, reste clairement une pièce ancienne et précieuse du patrimoine local...
Pendant ce temps, les passants lisent leur journal...
Et le Foutographe... foutographie !
Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II was built in 1877. It bears the name of the first ruler of the Kingdom of Italy. From the very beginning, it housed Italy's most prominent cafes, restaurants, and stores. Today, it is also home to luxury stores selling haute couture, jewelry, books, and paintings. MacDonald's was also located here for 20 years, but the city government terminated the restaurant's contract, sparking a high-profile lawsuit. (MacDonald demanded 24 million euros in damages for the lease termination).
___________________
All rights reserved
___________________
More about this image sumfinity.com/hdr-photos/italy/milan/galleria-vittorio/
Las lagunas de Neila son un conjunto de lagos formados en unos circos glaciares rodeados de picos de unos 2000 metros de altura, al sur de la sierra de la Demanda y al oeste del parque natural de la Laguna Negra y los Circos Glaciares de Urbión, al sureste de la provincia de Burgos (España).
Waimea Valley Botanic Gardens
"A large number of hybrids have been produced, some of which appear to possess superior merit." - Bulletin 29, 1913
Hawaii hybrids reach a milestone in 1913 with the publication of Bulletin 29, Ornamental Hibiscus in Hawaii. Every "superior" hibiscus hybrid featured in this landmark publication is created in Hawaii.
Bulletin 29 reflects the incredible demand for hybrids from Hawaii. Its publisher, the Hawai'i Agricultural Experiment Station, begins hybridizing in 1909. By the time Bulletin 29 is published just four years later, the Hawai'i Agricultural Experiment Station has distributed about 100,000 cuttings throughout the islands.
Bulletin 29 also recognizes many Hawaii breeders
"who have contributed most to our hybrid forms."
Valentine S. Holt, the father of modern hibiscus hybrids, joins the Hawai'i Agricultural
Pneriment Station 1n 791]
He creates 500 of the 1,000 hibiscus hybrids in Hawaii.
The only recorded hybridizer of Hawaiian descent in his
time. not much is known about this influential yet enigmatic figure. Holt later
hecames a Roval Hawaiian
Hotel groundskeeper before
quietly slipping into the mists of history.
At the time of Bulletin 29, Gerrit P. Wilder is president
of the Hawai'i Hibiscus Society, the first hibiscus society in the world. An active botanist and frequent traveler.
Wilder introduces new
hibiscus and tropical plants to Hawaii from his botanical expeditions around the
world ThaUniversity of
Hawai'i honors his name to
this day through its Gerrit P.
Wilder Endowed Chair in
Botany.