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This grey seal seems to spend his whole life sitting on a rock in the sea, eating fish and waving at passing tour boats. I saw him on a tour of the Farne Islands yesterday with this boat company: www.farne-islands.com/
In a certain sense, Adam's sin was a sin arising from inquisitiveness, if such an expression be admissible. Originally, Adam saw contingencies in the aspect of their relationship to God and not as independent entities. Anything that is considered in that relationship is beyond the reach of evil; but the desire to see contingency as it is in itself is a desire to see evil; it is also a desire to see good as something contrary to evil. As a result of this sin of inquisitiveness - Adam wanted to see the "other side" of contingency - Adam himself and the whole world fell into contingency as such; the link with the divine Source was broken and became invisible; the world became suddenly external to Adam, things became opaque and heavy, they became like unintelligible and hostile fragments. This drama is always repeating itself anew, in collective history as well as in the life of individuals.
A meaningless knowledge, a knowledge to which we have no right either by virtue of its nature, or of our capacities, and therefore by virtue of our vocation, is not a knowledge that enriches, but one that impoverishes. Adam had become poor after having acquired knowledge of contingency as such, or of contingency in so far as it limits. We must distrust the fascination which an abyss can exert over us; it is in the nature of cosmic blind-alleys to seduce and to play the vampire; the current of forms does not want us to escape from its hold.
Forms can be snares just as they can be symbols and keys; beauty can chain us to forms, just as it can also be a door opening towards the formless.
Or again, from a slightly different point of view: the sin of Adam consists in effect of having wished to superimpose something on existence, and existence was beatitude; Adam thereby lost this beatitude and was engulfed in the anxious and deceptive turmoil of superfluous things.
Instead of reposing in the immutable purity of Existence, fallen man is drawn into the dance of things that exist, and they, being accidents, are delusive and perishable.
In the Christian cosmos, the Blessed Virgin is the incarnation of this snow-like purity; She is inviolable and merciful like Existence or Substance; God in assuming flesh brought with Him Existence, which is as it were His Throne; He caused it to precede Him and He came into the world by its means. God can enter the world only through virgin Existence.
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Frithjof Schuon
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Quoted in: The Essential Frithjof Schuon (edited by Seyyed Hossein Nasr)
I am fond of the idea that you can be casually strolling along a sandy beach and unknowingly be a part of an artistic moment of creativity/beauty/whathaveyou. In short, every moment we exist is a moment we are participating in something outside of ourselves, or larger than ourselves, whether we are aware of it or not.
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Dean Forest Railway, Norchard Station, near Lydney, Gloucestershire, England, United Kingdom, on Wednesday 11th October 2012.
If you want to know about the heritage railway and its history, feel free to skip to Chapter Two: About the subject of Dean Forest Railway.
Chapter One: What is this photo about, and why I took the photo.
I am a photographer, but I am also a graphic designer. At that time I took the photograph, I was a very busy full-time single parent and full-time carer for my kids, so my career was put on hold. However whenever I have time to spare, I try to keep up my photography and graphic design skills by doing some projects when I can.
This was one of the graphic design projects I was doing. The project was to design a (non-existence) fictional CD album art, and I would prefer to take my own photographs, then import them into my graphic design work. The subject of the album art was about a fictional female singer-songwriter, whom had lived in an old industrial town, and wanted to leave so she could pursue her dreams of stardom.
For the album art design, I needed photos of old buildings, coal mines, and anything I can think of that would give the feel of a ran-down industrial places. Try to give the impression that the factories closed down, and that the coal mines have ran out of coal, all in black and white. The title of the album is called The Old Dying Town.
I was aware of some disused warehouses in Gloucester, and an old coal mine in Wales, those would made good background for the album art. I somehow noticed this heritage railway station not far from Lydney, in Gloucestershire, and stopped there, to see if there’s anything I can take photos of, for the design.
While looking around, and taking photos of the steam and diesel passenger trains, I noticed at the north end of the station, there was some kind of an out-of-the-way storage space for old rolling stock, like old carriages and boxcars. I think they kept the broken or damaged old railway vehicles there, maybe awaiting restoration, or to be broken up and used as spare parts.
So I took some shots, moved around for different viewpoints, try to get anything worthy of a background. I figured it would give the illustration of a railway scrapyard, and gives a gloomy feel that the fictional town lost its railway links. Hoping the photo would give the illustration of the town becoming a ghost town.
The photo was shot in 2012, and when I visited there in 2021, they were doing some improvements to this area, including building a platform.
Point of note: Those photographs were done with the camera set to Black and White, I did not take the photos in colour, and they were not converted into B&W by means of photo-editing software.
Chapter Two: About the subject of Dean Forest Railway.
The Dean Forest Railway is a 4 to 5 miles long heritage railway, still running vintage steam, and classic diesel trains, as a tourist attraction in the Forest of Dean, in Gloucestershire.
It started in 1799 as an idea for a horse-drawn tramway, linking the Forest of Dean to the rivers Severn and Wye, for the transportation of coal and iron materials.
Between 1800 to around the 1870s, it went through so many processes. Like building lines and branching out, changing company names, financial problems, rival companies, converting from horse-drawn tramway into steam powered railway, merging companies, change of railway gauge sizes, and so many other factors.
It became known as the Severn and Wye Railway during those years.
From around the 1870s onwards, in order to cope with financial difficulties, and to help with funding, they started fee-paying passenger services in addition to the goods carrying services. But ongoing financial problems, lack of traffic, and many other factors, continued up until around the 1940s.
After the Second World War (1939-1945), the railways in this area started to go downhill, mainly due ot declining coal industry in the area, lack of passengers, improvements in transportation elsewhere, and the nationalised of British railways.
Many stations and lines started closing down, or completely shut down, during the 1950s and 1960s.
Starting from the early 1970s onwards, a railway preservation society was formed to try to buy and save as much of the old railway, and run it as a heritage railway for tourism, and was then named as Dean Forest Railway.
At the current moment, the Dean Forest Railway is approximately between 4 to 5 miles long between Lydney and Parkend, with Norchard station as its home base, but they are hoping to extend the line to 7 miles in near future.
They run a range of mostly steam trains to 1960s diesel trains, with various carriages, and at least 5 stations.
For more in-depth details, simply Google “Dean Forest Railway” for a full history or for visiting.
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I've had plenty of good times and have settled peacefully into quite a boring existence that I love. I had enough fireworks and chaos. It is a blissful boring life, believe me.
- Dax Shepard
It rained and its over a shooting star
Landed directly on our broke down little car
We fold and we had made a wish
That we would be missed
If one another just did not exist
Cause thats what we're waiting for
That's what we're waiting for
That's what we're waiting on, aren't we?
That's what we're waiting for
That's what we're waiting for
That's what we're waiting for darlin'
Lyrics from the Modest Mouse song "Little Motel" ... it's a catchy and soft, moving song that I've been hooked on lately.
Image taken this past Spring at the Ira Keller fountain: Zero Image self-portrait, approximately two minutes.
Etxalar, Navarra, España.
Etxalar localidad situada al norte de Navarra, en el límite occidental del Pirineo, a unos 25 km del mar Cantábrico, conforma junto con Arantza, Igantzi, Lesaka y Bera la comarca de las Cinco Villas. Son bellos pueblos que tienen en común su categoría histórica de villas y su carácter marcado por la proximidad a la frontera francesa y la existencia de ferrerías entre los siglos XVI y XIX.
Enmarcada entre montañas y verdes prados, cuenta con una interesante y cuidada arquitectura popular, que le ha valido el Premio Nacional de Turismo para embellecimiento y mejora de los pueblos. Sus casas de los siglos XVI y XVII, de amplias dimensiones y edificadas en sillería, cuentan con balcones realizados en madera. Destaca la torre medieval de Gaztelu, que llegó a ser casa de armas del reino. No puedes perderte una visita a las estelas de la Iglesia de la Asunción. En su exterior, se pueden contemplar los restos de un antiguo cementerio con estelas discoideas labradas a partir del siglo XVII. Se trata de monumentos funerarios de piedra formados por un disco y un pie trapezoidal que, clavado sobre la tumba, recordaba a un difunto.
Etxalar locality located to the north of Navarra, in the western limit of the Pyrenees, about 25 km from the Cantabrian Sea, together with Arantza, Igantzi, Lesaka and Bera forms the region of the Five Villas. They are beautiful villages that have in common their historical category of villas and their character marked by the proximity to the French border and the existence of ironworks between the sixteenth and nineteenth centuries.
Framed between mountains and green meadows, it has an interesting and careful popular architecture, which has earned it the National Tourism Award for beautification and improvement of the villages. Its houses of the 16th and 17th centuries, of large dimensions and built in masonry, have balconies made of wood. The medieval tower of Gaztelu stands out, which became the house of arms of the kingdom. You cannot miss a visit to the steles of the Church of the Assumption. Outside, you can see the remains of an old cemetery with discoid steles carved from the seventeenth century. These are funerary stone monuments formed by a disk and a trapezoidal foot that, nailed to the grave, reminded of a deceased.
Phoenix, Arizona
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Processed @ Oscar's Photo Lab
Koza je, zajedno s magarcem, najvažnija životinja u životu dolskih poljporivrednika. Svojim mlijekom hranila je i prehranila generacije Doljana, a briga o njoj bila je, uglavnom, zadatak žena. Upravo je koza u skromnim i teškim uvjetima koji su u selu vladali, davala najviše koristi, pa ona postaje simbol borbe za egzistenciju. (Natpis na ploči pored skulpture).
Skulptura Starica i koza, kipar Toni Marić, 2008.
The goat is, together with donkey, the most important animal in Dol farmes' life. With her milk she nourished and fed numerous generations and it was mostly the woman who took care of her. It was a goat who in the modest and difficult life conditions in the village, was the most useful animal so she became the symbol of the struggle for existence. (The text near the sculpture)
Sculpture The old woman and the goat, sculptor Toni Marić 2008
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Models: Julia/Natalia
Location: St.Albert
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Exploring some new photo locations. This was snapped at Sol Existence; and I'm going to be a frequent visitor :-) Fly birdies!
CATEGORIES OF SHRINES
1. Shrines to things which exist are usually popular shrines. People like to visit these shrines and be reminded that they are worshipping things which actually exist.
2. Shrines to things which do not exist are perhaps underrated. Dreams often fall into this category. It can be very comforting to visit a shrine to things which do not exist and see all the other people sharing your emotions for a particular nothingness given a name. It is interesting to note that these shrines may be set up in adoration of things which once existed but no longer exist...or things which never properly existed except in the human imagination and the human heart which longs for so many inhuman things, being nine-tenths inhuman itself.
3. Shrines to things which may or may not exist are strange shrines. These are fewer in number. People will often adopt a "wait and see" attitude and hestiate before building shrines to entities with such nebulous prospects of attaining a provable existence. This is why there is no Church of Bigfoot or Church of 100% Absence of Self-Interest. And yet one is tempted to research whether more people on the planet see God or see Bigfoot in any given year.
my first step of this year is that go straight my goal, consequentially keep the reflection of life stably.
maybe it's too abstract to understand, but there are several things request - I'm 100% sure what I'm doing, what I'm talking, and make mistakes less and less.
wish you a gorgeous year and have full of inspirations of photography.
happy new year. *grin*
Le premier témoignage écrit de l’existence d’Esch-sur-Sûre se retrouve dans le « Liber aureus Epternacensis ». Dans ce livre de l’abbaye d’Echternach, il est noté qu’un certain Nebelungus a fait don de ses propriétés avec serfs de « Hesc » à ladite abbaye. Cet acte remonte à l’an 3 du règne de Charlemagne, c.-à-d. entre le 9 octobre 773 et le 9 octobre 774.
Le 3 juin 927, un certain Meginaud a acquis, par échange avec l’abbaye de Stavelot, le site d’Esch-sur-Sûre. Il a érigé une tour d’habitation carrée de 8 x 8 mètres et les bâtiments d’exploitation agricole. À la fin du 11e siècle, les frères Henri 1er et Godefroi 1er ont participé à la préparation de la première croisade. De ce fait, ils n’ont pas su réaliser des travaux au château. Les deux derniers seigneurs de la lignée des comtes d’Esch ont considérablement agrandi leur territoire et leur château. En ces temps, la seigneurie d’Esch-sur-Sûre comptait 19 villages et hameaux et s’étendait jusqu’à Diekirch.
Les premières constructions du château ont donc été réalisées pendant la période romane, tandis que son développement a eu lieu à l’époque gothique.
Avec l’apparition de la poudre au 15e siècle, il a fallu adapter les constructions défensives. Ainsi, tout le village fut entouré d’un mur d’enceinte de 450 m de long et de 1,5 m de large avec deux tours défensives. La tour de guet ronde a également été fortifiée.
La décadence du château fort débuta vers le milieu du 16e siècle pour se terminer au 19e siècle. Après la prise de la forteresse de Luxembourg (1685), les troupes de Louis XIV s’employaient à démanteler les places fortes du pays.
À Esch-sur-Sûre, on n’a pas détruit le mur d’enceinte, parce que des maisons y étaient adossées et certaines le sont toujours (à voir en montant la ruelle à gauche de la mairie).
Vers le milieu du 19e siècle, le château passa entre les mains de bourgeois qui y habitaient. Lorsque Victor Hugo visita le bourg au bord de la Sûre en été 1871, le château abritait toujours plusieurs familles. La chapelle du château fut restaurée en 1906.
De nos jours, il ne reste que des ruines consolidées pour témoigner du fier passé de la seigneurie d’Esch-sur-Sûre.
The first written evidence of the existence of Esch-sur-Sûre can be found in the “Liber aureus Epternacensis”. In this book of the Abbey of Echternach, it is noted that a certain Nebelungus donated his properties with serfs of “Hesc” to the said abbey. This act dates back to the year 3 of the reign of Charlemagne, i.e. between October 9, 773 and October 9, 774. On June 3, 927, a certain Meginaud acquired, by exchange with the Abbey of Stavelot, the site of Esch-sur-Sûre. He built a square residential tower of 8 x 8 meters and the farm buildings. At the end of the 11th century, the brothers Henry I and Godfrey I participated in the preparation of the first crusade. As a result, they were unable to carry out work on the castle. The last two lords of the line of the Counts of Esch considerably expanded their territory and their castle. At that time, the lordship of Esch-sur-Sûre included 19 villages and hamlets and extended as far as Diekirch.
The first constructions of the castle were therefore carried out during the Romanesque period, while its development took place in the Gothic period.
With the advent of gunpowder in the 15th century, it was necessary to adapt the defensive constructions. Thus, the entire village was surrounded by a 450 m long and 1.5 m wide perimeter wall with two defensive towers. The round watchtower was also fortified.
The decline of the fortified castle began around the middle of the 16th century and ended in the 19th century. After the capture of the fortress of Luxembourg (1685), Louis XIV's troops set about dismantling the country's strongholds.
In Esch-sur-Sûre, the surrounding wall was not destroyed because houses were built against it and some still are (you can see it by going up the alley to the left of the town hall).
Towards the middle of the 19th century, the castle passed into the hands of bourgeois who lived there. When Victor Hugo visited the town on the banks of the Sûre in the summer of 1871, the castle was still home to several families. The castle chapel was restored in 1906.
Today, only consolidated ruins remain to bear witness to the proud past of the lordship of Esch-sur-Sûre.
Mehro - "like you're god" 🎵
"- What is reality?
- It's like imagination, but not as good." V.D.T in "Dream by Dream".
Yo ! Comme vous pouvez le constater, je pars un peu plus sur de l'artistique. Je me lâche complet et je laisse ma créativité s'exprimer avec le moins de limites possibles.
J'ai des petits projets d'écritures aussi que je vais essayer d'incorporer ici. Je sais que je pourrais "officialiser" le tout comme je le faisais avant, essayer de scorer dessus etc mais en fait j'ai pas envie. Je préfère tout donner gratuitement et j'aime l'idée que ce soit caché et que seuls les petits curieux peuvent tomber dessus. C'est tellement plus amusant !
Je ne sais plus si j'en avais parlé mais ça me rappelle un très vieux téléfilm sans grand intérêt quand j'étais gamin que ma mère regardait et dans un des passages, une jeune fille découvrait une vieille clé qui donnait sur un jardin....secret. Voilà ce que je voudrais être pour vous, un jardin secret. Un petit espace hors du temps où les rêves ont leur place et où la peur ne sert qu'à créer des histoires passionnantes le soir au coin du feu.
J'ai toujours eu un don, c'est ma créativité, elle est infinie. Pour équilibrer tout ça je crois que l'existence m'a fait le plus flemmard qui soit. J'ai des tonnes d'idées absolument géniales que ce soit pour des jeux-vidéos, des livres, etc etc. Avec des "mécaniques" qu'on a pas assez vu voire pas du tout. Mais voilà, monsieur est un immense flemmard et je me lasse de tout tellement vite... En fait j'ai du mal à accepter que ce que j'invente dans mes moments de "folies" en quelques minutes nécessiterait parfois des années à être mis en place. J'ai une profonde admiration pour ceux qui arrivent à s'infliger ça, moi je peux pas. Je suis une étoile filante ou un feu d'artifice, je ne sais pas m'arrêter, je suis le mouvement et la liberté. Autant vouloir retenir l'eau dans un filet.
Je suis un dévoreur de "logiques". Ado, j'aimais me répéter : "tout ce qui existe est prisonnier de sa propre logique". Une fois que j'ai compris un concept, vous ne pouvez imaginer la lassitude que je ressens immédiatement comme si chaque seconde écoulée devenait une perte de temps digne des pires tortures. Je dois apprendre/comprendre/assimiler sans cesse de nouvelles choses. Une copine m'avait dit "Tu as besoin d'être stimulé constamment et je ne suis pas capable de t'offrir ça". Alors, paradoxalement, je sombre dans une forme de léthargie, comme si j'étais en hibernation. Insensible au sempiternelle quotidien si bruyant à vous en rendre sourd.
Bref, je suis un jardin secret et pourtant le jour où vous me rencontrerez, vous ne tomberez que sur une grille fermée.
Qui est la clé ?
Où est-elle ?
Dans quelle serrure s'est-elle rouillée ?
Et si nous étions la serrure.... et la clé ?
Et dans le trou de la serrure, qui nous espionne ?
Oud-Beijerland, South Holland, the Netherlands.
Interestingly Beijerland, as it was initially called (named after Sabina of Bavaria, which is Beijeren in Dutch), was formed in 1559 and only became Oud-Beijerland in 1582 when Nieuw-Beijerland came into existence. It's a pretty town and municipality on the Hoeksche Waard island south of Rotterdam.
"A perfect beauty of a sunflower! a perfect excellent lovely
sunflower existence! a sweet natural eye to the new hip moon, woke up alive and excited grasping in the sunset shadow sunrise golden monthly breeze!"
- Allen Ginsberg
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...The Molecule Man - "[...]the molecules of all human beings coming together to create our existence[...]."
As a thanks to all of my followers, and to try and help promote brickly, I'm doing a giveaway with this model. If you haven't heard of it before, brickly is a new app for sharing your original LEGO creations and seeing others' models. It is currently only available for iOS devices, but they have plans to expand to Android and a web platform as well. It is still just getting started, but I think it could become a very useful asset for the online LEGO community.
To be entered, either:
Make a new account on brickly and send me your username via FM, or in a comment below.
Or, if you already have a brickly account, just leave a comment on any of my builds on brickly.
The giveaway is open through October 10th at midnight, and then I'll randomly select a winner and ship them this creation.
You can see more pictures of the build here.
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Citadel Bam, Bam, Iran.
The origins of the citadel of Bam, Arg-e Bam, can be traced back to the Achaemenid period (6th to 4th centuries BC) and even beyond. The heyday of the citadel was from the 7th to 11th centuries, being at the crossroads of important trade routes and known for the production of silk and cotton garments. The citadel, which contains the governor’s quarters and the fortified residential area, forms the central focus of a vast cultural landscape, which is marked by a series of forts and citadels, now in ruins. The existence of life in the oasis was based on the underground irrigation canals, the qanāts, of which Bam has preserved some of the earliest evidence in Iran and which continue to function till the present time. Arg-e Bam is the most representative example of a fortified medieval town built in vernacular technique using mud layers (Chineh), sun-dried mud bricks (khesht), and vaulted and domed structures. Outside the core area of Arg-e Bam, there are other protected historic structures which include Qal’eh Dokhtar (Maiden’s fortress, ca. 7th century), Emamzadeh Zeyd Mausoleum (11-12th century), and Emamzadeh Asiri Mausoleum (12th century and historic qanāt systems and cultivations southeast of the Arg.
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