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They fought for our freedom so they must be honored for their efforts. They had the courage and commitment to serve their country and it's sad to me that so many didn't make it back home. Bless them all.
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Sighnagh, perched on a hilltop in Georgia’s Kakheti region, feels like stepping back in time. Known as the “City of Love,” it’s famous for its romantic charm and the unique tradition that couples can marry here any time of the day at the 24-hour open city hall. In this photo, you see one of the historic city gates, part of the 18th-century walls built under King Erekle II to protect the town from invasions. Today, visitors can walk along sections of these walls and take in breathtaking views of the Alazani Valley and the distant Caucasus Mountains. Rising behind the fortified wall is the Church of St. Stephen, its tall bell tower standing like a silent guardian over the town. The narrow cobblestone streets, the warm hues of the rooftops, and the tranquil atmosphere give Sighnaghi a timeless soul, where history, faith, and everyday life blend seamlessly. This scene captures the quiet elegance of a place that has preserved its spirit, surrounded by vineyards and centuries-old traditions.
1. centre Sighnaghi’s old gate and bell tower, 2. top left Sighnaghi streets: where time slows and wine flows, 3. Fountain of qvevri and deer: symbols of Kakheti’s heritage, 4. Sighnaghi’s cobbled charm and painted balconies, 5. Kanitha walking the ancient walls of Sighnaghi, 6. Red roofs and old walls: Sighnaghi unfolds, 7. Beautifully nestled in the hillside of Sighnaghi’s Ethnographic park, 8. Sighnaghi’s stone gate and the colors of tradition, 9. Romantic balconies of the city of love: Sighnaghi, 10. Cobblestreet3, 11. A qvevri on wheels: where wine, history, and streets meet in Sighnaghi, 12. Downhill through Sighnaghi, time, and timbered balconies, 13. A quiet morning view from Abramichi guest house.
Sighnaghi, gelegen op een heuvelrug in het hart van de Georgische regio Kacheti, is een stadje dat aanvoelt alsof je terug in de tijd stapt. Het staat bekend als de City of Love, niet alleen vanwege zijn romantische charme, maar ook omdat je hier op elk moment van de dag kunt trouwen in het 24-uurs open stadhuis. Op deze foto zie je een van de historische stadspoorten, gebouwd in de 18e eeuw onder koning Erekle II. Deze stadsmuren en wachttorens werden destijds aangelegd om de inwoners te beschermen tegen invallen. Vandaag de dag kun je over delen van deze muur wandelen en genieten van het indrukwekkende uitzicht over de Alazani-vallei en het verre Kaukasusgebergte. Achter de stadsmuur rijst de kerk van St. Stephen op, met zijn hoge klokkentoren die als een stille wachter over de stad uitkijkt. De smalle, geplaveide straatjes, de warme kleuren van de daken en de serene sfeer maken Sighnaghi tot een plek waar geschiedenis, geloof en dagelijks leven naadloos in elkaar overvloeien. Dit beeld ademt rust en tijdloosheid – een charmant stadje dat zijn ziel heeft behouden, omringd door wijngaarden en eeuwenoude tradities.
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bought at amsterdam airport.
the clasp-like soil medium became bigger and bigger as soon as met with water, funny..
anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did
Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more
when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her
someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream
stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)
one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was
all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.
Women and men (both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain
....e.e. cummings
Place: Lido di Volano (FE) - Italy
Date: February 22, 2011
Camera: Fujifilm Finepix s1000fd
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SANTM round fourrrr.
I'm very surprised I pulled anything out of my ass after the hell I had with my JNTM entry, but I'm pretty happy with this. Her legs bother me a bit, but I think the hair turned out nice this timeee. I love playing with Vienna's short hairstyle and still making up all these hair dos haha.
It's a crime you let it happen to me
Nevermind, I'll let it happen to you
Out of mind, forget it there's nothing to lose
But my mind and all the things I wanted
Coccinelle sur myosotis
/ Ladybug on "forget me nots"
Parmi les noms communs on trouve grémillet, scorpione, herbe d'amour, oreille-de-souris. Ce dernier nom est d'ailleurs le sens du mot myosotis en grec, et correspond donc à l'origine étymologique du nom.
Mais le myosotis est surtout surnommé par des phrases poétiques amoureuses : aimez-moi, souvenez-vous-de-moi, plus je vous vois, plus je vous aime, pensez à moi et le plus utilisé : ne m'oubliez pas.
Selon une légende, un chevalier et sa dame se promenaient le long d'une rivière. Il se pencha pour lui cueillir une fleur, mais perdit l'équilibre à cause de son armure et tomba à l'eau. Alors qu'il se noyait, il lança la fleur vers sa dame en criant « Ne m'oubliez pas ! » Cette phrase pour désigner la fleur est d'ailleurs restée en allemand (das Vergissmeinnicht — le mot vient de l'ancien allemand vergiss mein nicht, on dit aujourd'hui vergiss mich nicht), en anglais (forget-me-not), en espagnol (no-me-olvides), en italien (nontiscordardime), en polonais (niezapominajki) et dans beaucoup d'autres langues (danois, néerlandais, roumain, etc.).