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The Bennachie ridge Aberdeenshire, silhouetted against a vibrant morning sky.
Artist Statement
"Bennachie Sunrise Silhouette"
This painting captures the timeless silhouette of Bennachie, a mountain steeped in history and mythology, set against the raw and untamed beauty of a dramatic sunrise. The scene is a celebration of nature’s power and poetry, where the ancient granite tors—Mither Tap, Craigshannoch, and Oxencraig—stand as enduring sentinels over the surrounding shire.
Using heavy oils and bold, rough brushstrokes, I sought to echo the texture and strength of Bennachie's rugged terrain while blending the sky into a kaleidoscope of vibrant yellows, oranges, pinks, and purples. These hues dissolve into deeper blues and blacks, symbolizing the transition from night to day, a metaphor for resilience and renewal.
This work is not only a tribute to the physical landscape but also an attempt to evoke the emotional connection many feel to Bennachie—a landmark both grounding and inspiring. The interplay of light and shadow reflects the contrasts we experience in life: permanence and change, darkness and light, solitude and community.
Through this painting, I hope viewers can feel the immensity of nature’s grandeur and its ability to awaken something ancient and profound within us all.
i'm not the best at speaking what's on my mind . . . i guess that's why i'm a photographer *shrug . . anywhoo all these items sit exactly in this basket for a reason.
the owl ; i'm a HUGE observer . . . i watch and notice everything. which helps me with things dealing with details
the heart ; it actually opens from the top . . . i have alot on my heart. i have alot in my heart. i practically wear it on my forehead. good & bad thing.
the pendant ; shows my un-uniform way of doing things & how hectic things can be for me but they all center and come back grounding who i am
the hello kitty studs ; in remembrance of my childhood.
the hair pin in the corner ; i've always been the ''smart'' one . . the one who can keep it together. but that's hardly ever the case behind closed doors. . . .
Excerpt from bobsnewfoundland.com:
The wreck of the S.S. Ethie can be found at Martin's Point. There's a parking area with stairs built down to the rocky beach. Martin's Point is in Gros Morne National Park on The Viking Trail between Sally's Cove and Western Brook Pond.
On December 11, 1919, in a violent storm, the Captain intentionally ran the Ethie aground at Martin's Point. The passengers and crew were rescued, with the help of locals that witnessed the grounding, by means of a boson's chair and a rope. A baby was sent ashore in a mail bag.
Reporting of the story at the time was sensationalized and included accounts of a heroic dog. All 92 people aboard were rescued with the help of locals and were put up in local homes.
C-FMXA - Boeing B-737MAX-8 - Sunwing Airlines
(leased from ALC - Air Lease Corporation)
at Toronto Lester B. Pearson Airport (YYZ)
c/n 43.297 - built in 2018
leaving YHM after storage due to the worldwide MAX-grounding - ferried to YMX
Canadian leisure airline Sunwing Airlines said on Aug. 13th., 2019 it removed the 4 Boeing 737 MAX jet from its network’s winter schedule through May 2020, the longest of any carrier yet, as the plane’s grounding drags on longer than the industry previously expected. Sunwing said in a statement that its winter schedule, which goes into effect on Nov. 5 and runs until mid-May, is being planned without the MAX to give passengers “much-needed reassurance” while planning their winter vacations.
Golden Sun Rays in a Peaceful Forest
Au cœur du littoral, cet arbre se dresse comme un témoin de la force des éléments. Sa silhouette tourmentée et penchée raconte des années d’exposition aux vents marins. Chaque branche semble avoir été taillé, presque sculptée, par la persistance des embruns chargés de sel et de magnésium.
Loin d’être brisé, l’arbre a composé avec cette pression constante pour créer une forme unique, une œuvre d’art vivante façonnée par la nature. Le soleil, perçant à travers le feuillage dense, vient rappeler que même dans les environnements les plus rudes, la lumière trouve toujours son chemin.
Une leçon de résilience et d’ancrage, là où la terre rencontre la mer.
Sculpted by the Wind
In the heart of the coastline, this tree stands as a silent witness to the power of the elements. Its twisted, leaning silhouette tells a story of years exposed to powerful sea winds. Every branch seems to have been guided, almost sculpted, by the persistence of salt and magnesium-laden spray.
Far from being broken, the tree has adapted to this constant pressure to create a unique form, a living work of art shaped by nature. The sun, piercing through the dense foliage, serves as a reminder that even in the harshest environments, light always finds its way.
A lesson in resilience and grounding, where land meets sea.
Rime ice on lightning-grounding cable with Koma Kushan in distance. Note the summit shadow projecting beyond.
It's almost like the government is grounding us to our homes! Well they don't have to tell me to stay home, as I love staying home with my doggies!!!! So far all is well....people act like this is the end of the world!!!! I think I had the Swine flu....back in 2014 or so...thought I was gonna die but didn't!! I do not understand the big deal with this corona bug...but what can I say...I'm not the expert!!! I don't think we'll go see my folks for Dad's birthday....don't want to bring that dam bug over there....as I don't know if Sam and I have had it for sure. :P Hope everyone is well! hugs...Linda
For me, photography is one of the few things in life that consistently delivers a state of total immersion in the present moment. It's funny how easy it is to forget what that's like when you're caught up in the day-to-day grind.
Last weekend I had a blast driving around shooting early fall colors wherever I could find them. Despite running on only a few hours of poor sleep, I was able to enjoy a very grounding full day of taking photographs in this beautiful region during this special time of year.
This shot is from just off Virginia Lakes Road, one of the few aspen stands I could find that had fully turned by last weekend.
Enjoy!
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There’s a weight to these places. Not heavy — grounding. The kind of weight that reminds you what you’re made of.
I sat with these rocks as the sun dropped low, watching the light move across the peaks like something alive. No rush. No shot list. Just stone beneath me, mountains ahead, and the slow gold of evening doing what it’s done for millennia — long before anyone was here to capture it.
The boulders in the foreground have been here longer than I can comprehend. Weathered by rain, cracked by frost, warmed by ten thousand sunsets. And the mountains beyond them — ancient spines of the earth, holding up the sky.
Sometimes I forget why I left everything behind to live out here. Then an evening like this arrives and I remember: I didn’t come here to escape life. I came here to finally feel it.
Stone. Light. Silence. The mountain’s soul, and maybe a piece of my own.
2nd return visit to YYZ since the grounding was lifted.
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It's all or nothing, you may agree?
or beg to differ, your choice
the guest of light upon our hospitality
wordless as the day is young
for the resting place of light becomes our reality
what guise will it take in passing hours
unto water it waves to land and caves
harbouring no fear nor comfort
it's evincive while we are totally dismissive
in our social malaise lacking truthful effort
of Nature's evident grounding
exalting the equilibrium of extremes
hostile to some, home to host
many mood swings tipping temptations
to resist even one's own ghost
no time to pause or ponder, nor cry
aloud for the victory always within sight
but ever so slightly out of reach
this apparitional commove so seldom seen
yet an instruction of a lifetime to teach
don't set your sights within social limits
never be side-tracked from being true to heart
allow the vision a chance to speak
give hope to the misunderstood, if you can
for every opportunity is taken as unique.
by anglia24
09h55: 06/03/2008
©2008anglia24
Primarily composed of silicon. This stone is translucent with colors varying from teal to pink. Backlighting the stone enhances the abstract pattern of the mineral deposits in the vanes A healing gem that is associated with grounding, spiritual awareness and self esteem.
Photo taken on February 29, 2024
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A Peacock butterfly nectaring from Sallow catkins at a nature reserve in Leicestershire. Eight individuals were seen in total, with most grounding to bask, on a warm, late March day, with very little breeze.
Home is often a place of gathering and grounding. Yet these very qualities have also made it a target for those wishing to eradicate peoples and their cultures. Artists depict how communities resist destructive legacies of government agendas by embracing cherished memories of home and community. In response to the traumas of colonialism, an alternate world of fantastical depictions becomes a site of habitation and diasporic displacement is eased through shared spaces of community and family gatherings. Non-human community is also shown as a reminder that natural sites are shared, cross-species places; to enter these spaces is to enter another’s home. Ultimately artworks remind us that home is a place of respect, enriched through shared experiences, values and memories.
After experiencing a serious grounding in eastern Lake Superior and being laid up for repairs, the Roger Blough is back in service, as seen here easing away from No. 6 with a hold full of Minntac pellets for Conneaut. This is its first cargo after being repaired. That's the Proctor Roadswitch in the lower left using limestone power (three C40-8s soon to be back in T-Bird service) to pick up ore empties from the dock.
KLAX (Los Angeles International Airport) - 12 JAN 2025
"American 1234" from Miami International Airport (KMIA) on short final to RWY 25L with a full moon rising.
Looks like a speed tape repair job to the left winglet probably due to paint peeling or even minor composite delamination.
Production Site: Renton (RNT)
First Flight: 12 MAR 2018
Test Registrations: N1786B, N1799B
Delivery to American Airlines: 26 MAR 2018 as N303RG
Ferried BFI-TUL on 26 MAR 2018 on delivery
Hex Code: A32BF5
Fleet Number: 3RG
Configuration: C16Y156
Engines: 2x CFMI LEAP-1B25
Stored at Tulsa (TUL) 25 APR 2019 - 17 JAN 2021 during 737 MAX worldwide grounding.
The Boeing 737 MAX passenger airliner was grounded worldwide between March 2019 and December 2020.
Dopey tugboat captain left the bridge to help men with the rope got hit onto the rocks our ship ended up grounding as strong winds and still stuck here with 1000 plus passengers and 450 crew 25th March 2008. Eventually got pulled off the sand bank 29th March and back to normal usage with no damage. This is my most viewed picture because people are looking for information ships website is here www.pullmanturcruises.com
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stopping the world requires poise
of the presence beyond oneself;
lips that water the bonding experiences.
get to know me better, when
I play and blossom in this landscape
of conversation held in the fleeting moment.
the more i wonder of what this moment brings
- its own small universe of intimacy & honesty,
like petals that form its own unfolding.
the stitches dotted with holes afterdark
little doors into our own interiors.
flutter in the everydayness of life,
of essentials and essences, in my element;
this playful ritual, sea of endless beginnings,
full of healing-heart-opening experiences.
taste the seeds of hope and beauty
that grows inside you; opens our wings.
easing into spaciousness, sacredness.
seamless of time, of associations, of presence.
meeting the afterglow of flowers, evergreen;
blossoms a small smile of humility
☆ :•.✿ i understand and lose my understanding
steadying into small innocences,
gently making time for timelessness.
This look is all about fearless confidence and bold style. The animal-print halter top steals the spotlight with its daring cut and fierce energy, giving off a wild and untamed vibe. Paired with high-waisted white shorts featuring edgy cutouts and ring details, the outfit strikes the perfect balance between sultry and street chic.
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12th April 2019., Dublin Airport, Ireland
Operating for Norwegian due to the grounding of their Boeing 737max fleet
I don’t get many close-up images of the Purple Emperor, as groundings are fairly infrequent in the north-west Leicestershire colonies; however, I was lucky enough to be able to observe a ‘rejection drop’ at one of the hills. A rejection drop is where an already mated female craftily leads a male to the ground in order to escape his amorous intentions. After spiralling down together and crashing, the male quickly got the message and shot back up into the canopy. I wasn’t immediately sure what I was witnessing, but when the penny dropped I knew I had to move fast. I raced forward the 20ft or so to where they had landed, and came across a humongous and beautiful empress just laying there in the Willowherb. I won’t forget those hindwing eyes that she flashed at me as I got close - they were absolutely breathtaking and literally stopped me in my tracks. I can see how that defence mechanism would easily startle a predator. She gave me about a minute to take some photos, before taking to the air and flying over my left shoulder. An incredible experience.
The Dutch Hawker Hunter Foundation's immaculate T.8C N-321 aka G-BWGL departs Kemble during the 2011 60th Anniversary celebrations
The CAA lifted the grounding of all Hunter's in July of 2017 so hopefully these splendid machines will be seen and their Rolls-Royce Avon generated 'Blue-note' heard once again in our skies
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Had a few moments last night to grab a last look at Sue Stonebender's Intemptesta Nox sim. The sim has been sold and will become private. I've spent many hours on Sue's sims, places of grounding, reflection and analysis for me.
It is here that I realized what the full potential of Second Life can be. Through her Giving Tree, World Famine and Anjo da Musica projects, Sue has given those in less fortunate circumstances "a hand up instead of a hand out". Quite a valuable lesson for me in a world where I've spent an incredible amount of time and money virtually shopping. The Giving Tree will still be available for awhile in it's new location on the Nameless Isle. I encourage you to check it out if you're interested.
Best wishes on your new paths, Sue. You've encouraged me to seek unchartered trails of my own.
The ribs of the Peter Iredale are all that remain from its grounding in 1906 while attempting to enter the Columbia River.
Avro Vulcan XH558, Scarborough South Bay, Scarborough, North Yorkshire, England
Goodbye XH558! We will miss you!
Something very different for me and I thought I would upload this photo I took last year at Armed Forces Day here in Scarborough of the awesome Avro Vulcan Bomber XH558, which sadly will be flying its very last flight at the end of the month.
The whole story of getting this Vulcan bomber sky worthy again was amazing and I followed it all the way and I have seen her twice here in Scarborough. As I am sure for those who have seen her before would agree with me that the noise of those Rolls-Royce Olympus jet engines is stunning, something I will never forget ever!
It does seem a shame that she has to be grounded but her engines have come to the end of their flying hours and cost of having them serviced is a lot.
Reminds me a bit of the day Concorde was announced to be retired. I am sure she will be missed by all that saw her and served with her and sister aircraft throughout their operational past!
I believe for those who want to see her one more time will be able to on her final flight at end of October but keep an eye on the Vulcan to the Sky website.
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Avro Vulcan XH558 (military serial XH558, civil aircraft registration G-VLCN) The Spirit Of Great Britain is the only airworthy example of the 134 Avro Vulcan jet powered delta winged strategic nuclear bomber aircraft operated by the Royal Air Force during the Cold War.
Vulcan XH558 first flew in 1960, and was one of the few examples converted for a maritime reconnaissance role in 1973, and then again as an air-to-air refuelling tanker in 1982. After withdrawal in 1984 it continued with the RAF's Vulcan Display Flight, performing until 1992. In 1993 it was sold to the Walton family who used it for ground based displays at their Bruntingthorpe Aerodrome in Leicestershire, until 1999. Through a combination of public donations and lottery funding, it was restored to airworthy condition by the Vulcan To The Sky Trust, who returned it to flight on 18 October 2007. The donations required to reach that point totalled £6.5m.
It recommenced its display career in 2008, funded by continuing donations to assist the £2m a year running costs. In the summers from 2008 to 2010 it was based at RAF Brize Norton, Oxfordshire, moving its winter base to RAF Lyneham, Wiltshire at the end of 2009. From 2011 it moved to a new year-round base at the commercial Robin Hood Airport Doncaster Sheffield. The prospect of grounding and sale due to lack of funds was regularly averted, and XH558 flew long enough for fundamental engineering life-expectancy issues to become the main threat to continued operation. After being overcome once to gain an extra two years flight, on 15 May 2015 it was confirmed that 2015 would be XH558's last flying season, due to the third party companies responsible for maintaining it withdrawing their support.
Alfred 23 Harth’s artistic trajectory began in early childhood with an imaginative impulse that combined construction, performance, and visual play. As a boy he dreamt of becoming an architect, spending countless hours in his parents’ garden where he built small huts in ever-changing variations, a practice that anticipated both his restlessness for experimentation and his sense of structure as form-in-process. A decisive moment arrived in 1958, when his elder brother Dietrich—later to become a literature professor—took him to a Dada exhibition in Frankfurt am Main. Harth himself has described this encounter as his initiation into art. Among the works he saw, the piece titled The Navel—simply a black dot centered on a white sheet of paper—struck him with lasting force. Its stark minimalism revealed to him the intellectual tension between a textual title and the conceptual reduction of an artwork to pure gesture, a confrontation that laid bare the simultaneity of seriousness and play which would remain central to his understanding of the avant-garde.
Through the following years Harth’s ambitions in the arts deepened. At school he immersed himself in art courses, quickly mastering a variety of techniques and beginning to dramatize small situations in public and private settings, often appearing in phantasy costumes of his own invention. At the age of twelve his father gave him his first photo camera, which became an outlet for experimentation alongside a growing dedication to pencil drawings. These were often portraits of jazz musicians, figures whose biographies he devoured and whose artistic freedom served as inspiration. By the age of fifteen he turned to oil painting, marking a further expansion of his visual vocabulary. His family supported his emerging musical life as well. Having already played the clarinet for several years, he received his first tenor saxophone from his parents, the instrument that would become central to his later career.
The final years of school were formative in a concentrated sense. He moved to the Goethe Gymnasium, where he specialized in art studies within an advanced curriculum. This provided him not only with a technical foundation but also with a robust overview of international avant-garde movements, complemented by the thriving artistic exchange active in Frankfurt during the 1960s. Harth’s creativity spilled beyond the classroom: together with his friend Hubertus Gassner—who would later become director of the Hamburg Kunsthalle—he staged happenings and other art events. Harth founded the centrum freier cunst, an experimental initiative served as a platform for events ranging from concerts of his own free music ensemble Just Music to exhibitions of conceptual art and cross-disciplinary interventions. Simultaneously, he began producing short films and working with conceptual strategies that blurred traditional boundaries between art forms, while maintaining an intense parallel involvement in both music and school life.
After completing the Abitur in 1968, Harth initially enrolled at the Werkkunstschule Offenbach to study design, connecting his experiments in visual and spatial arts with the applied fields of form and communication. Yet the pull of pedagogy and the broader theoretical grounding offered by academia led him to switch to Goethe University, where he began training as an art teacher. Throughout this period, he never ceased his musical explorations, continuing to perform and to extend his personal synthesis of experimental art, music, and theory—a foundational blend that would define his multifaceted trajectory in the decades to come. Alfred Harth's focus on synästhetic creation was indeed a significant aspect of his artistic approach at that time. He was interested in exploring synaesthesia beyond traditional media like TV, film, or theater, aiming to realize multisensory or synästhetic works that integrated sound, visual elements, and space in novel ways. This approach reflected his broader interest in breaking conventional boundaries of artistic disciplines and engaging the audience in immersive, multi-layered experiences that could not be confined to a single medium or format.
I don’t get many close-up images of the Purple Emperor, as groundings are fairly infrequent in the north-west Leicestershire colonies; however, I was lucky enough to be able to observe a ‘rejection drop’ on one of the hills. A rejection drop is where an already mated female craftily leads a male to the ground in order to escape his amorous intentions. After spiralling down together and crashing, the male quickly got the message and shot back up into the canopy. I wasn’t immediately sure what I was witnessing, but when the penny dropped I knew I had to move fast. I raced forward the 20ft or so to where they had landed, and came across a humongous and beautiful empress just laying there in the Willowherb. I won’t forget those hindwing eyes that she flashed at me as I got close - they were absolutely breathtaking and literally stopped me in my tracks. I can see how that defence mechanism would easily startle a predator. She gave me about a minute to take some photos, before taking to the air and flying over my left shoulder. An incredible experience.
mood:
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"Gathering magic plants, the Mother's gifts, for her potions and spells, as well as just simple herbs and seasonings, she wandered deep into the forest. Coming upon a clearing, she topped where the light shone down through the trees, making dappled shadows that danced in the soft breeze. The smell of old wood, damp earth and an ever light hint of honeysuckle drifted in the air. Standing in the stillness of the wood, the pure light and aliveness of it made her feel light as air.
Reaching for the earth, she placed both hands on the damp dirt, feeling the Earth's heart beat, the energy between her and the Mother synergizing, centering her, grounding her.
'I ask for resilience so that I may be present, for strength so that I can battle the Dark, and for peace.. I am made of thunder, I am made of lightning.. help me be the Light".
First came the lava,
Over and over,
And more over.
Then Came
The Ice Age Floods
Eroding, and eroding
Hundreds of time
Hundreds of Square Miles
Revealing the cooling columns.
As a European born,
Used to buildings with columns
Building standing 12 centuries,
Still occupied
Revered as Pride of History
In craftsmanship,
In overcoming tremendous
Hurdles to drag the weighty
Temple building blocks,
Sometimes quarried hundreds of miles away
Such as Easter Island or Stonehenge
But here,
I can worship Gaia Herself
With all her moods
Her gifts of life and decomposing death.
I can read her stones and layers
Like a Geology book answering
Questions directly,
The heart of the earth is a contained sun,
Boiling a thin crust of livable matter.
And no human effort was wasted
Creating this temple of grounding
My soul back the forces,
The miracle of life,
The overwhelming intertwining
Nature of existence.
And as the Tao,
Dark and Light leading to life and death.
Of destruction and creation.
Of living matter to compost
To bacteria, cracks, lichen, moss, plants,
shrubs and their animal counterparts.
All that goes through my mind when I visit this temple
Peter Prehn
A student practices MIG welding at The Crucible - an industrial arts studio and education space in Oakland, CA. The clamp in the foreground is the grounding clamp that connects to the arc welder.
Aggie from last weekend's photo session. Keeping the flying squirrel grounded. Her hatred of squirrels combined with her love of throw toys made this a bit of a fun time for her.
On 28 Jan 2021 I spent the day here with a fellow photographer friend taking pictures and just marvelling at the sheer beauty of it all. Down stream there are cascading rock pools and streams that made for some nice relaxing picture taking and a time to chill. The fresh smells of the rainforest combined with the sounds of running water and rainforest fauna were a very grounding experience.
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from the self-poised center of all depths and breadths and heights,
a glance that gifts me conviction and makes you increasingly dear.
entering the un-rushed grounding of an experience and being open to the moment subtly revealed the wisdom; revelations of many heart moments unfalteringly unfolding and laid bare, 'to love, not use' instead of 'to use, not love.' a string of fulfilled and lived experiences through attention of Heart to what ought to be central and visible in affection; not mentally preoccupied to the timepiece of an invisible ego.
like swans formed as paintings of light and sculpted down to their essences - shaping an innermost world as gracefully & inexorably as its purest visible manifestations, is done through the radiance and rhythm of truthfulness, tenderness and faithfulness; and such purity of thought restores our subtle and respectful sight & our melodious listening. entering the meditative scope of a thought in a many-faceted landscape at break of dawn, each small wonder magnifies through this companionable presence.
A large grounding strap at the base of a large steel structure that supports train power lines. Seen through a gap in the fencing. The rails can be seen in the background.
SN/NC: Portulaca Grandiflora, Portulacaceae Family
A beautiful pair of portulacas accompanying the pink, orange, yellow and wine colours -- also in the street as grounding plant carpet for the taller plants. But always nice, delicate, so beautiful -- and can still be used in salads (edible) and also medicinal (intestines problems). A truly beautiful low growing ground cover type plant is called the portulaca (Portulaca grandiflora), or sometimes known as the sun rose or moss rose. Portulaca plants are native to Brazil, Argentina and Uruguay. Portulaca flowers are easy to grow and enjoy.
Um lindo par de portulacas acompanhando as cores rosa, laranja, amarelo e vinho -- também na rua como tapete de plantas de aterramento para as plantas mais altas. Mas sempre agradável, delicado, tão bonito -- e ainda pode ser usado em saladas (comestíveis) e também medicinal (problemas intestinais). Uma planta de cobertura de solo de crescimento baixo verdadeiramente bela é chamada de portulaca (Portulaca grandiflora), ou às vezes conhecida como rosa do sol ou rosa musgo. As plantas de portulaca são nativas do Brasil, Argentina e Uruguai. As flores de portulaca são fáceis de cultivar e aproveitar.
Una hermosa pareja de portulacas que acompañan los colores rosa, naranja, amarillo y vino; también en la calle como una alfombra de plantas de base para las plantas más altas. Pero siempre lindas, delicadas, tan hermosas; y aún se pueden usar en ensaladas (comestibles) y también medicinales (problemas intestinales). Una planta de cobertura del suelo de crecimiento bajo verdaderamente hermosa se llama portulaca (Portulaca grandiflora), o a veces conocida como rosa del sol o rosa musgosa. Las plantas de portulaca son nativas de Brasil, Argentina y Uruguay. Las flores de portulaca son fáciles de cultivar y disfrutar.
Une belle paire de pourpiers aux couleurs rose, orange, jaune et bordeaux – également dans la rue comme tapis végétal pour les plantes plus hautes. Mais toujours belle, délicate, si belle – et peut toujours être utilisée dans les salades (comestible) et aussi médicinale (problèmes intestinaux). Une très belle plante couvre-sol à croissance basse s'appelle le pourpier (Portulaca grandiflora), ou parfois connue sous le nom de rose soleil ou rose mousse. Les plantes de pourpier sont originaires du Brésil, d'Argentine et d'Uruguay. Les fleurs de pourpier sont faciles à cultiver et à apprécier.
Ein schönes Paar Portulakpflanzen, die die Farben Rosa, Orange, Gelb und Weinrot begleiten – auch auf der Straße als Bodendecker für die größeren Pflanzen. Aber immer schön, zart, so schön – und sie können immer noch in Salaten (essbar) und auch als Heilpflanze (bei Darmproblemen) verwendet werden. Eine wirklich schöne, niedrig wachsende Bodendeckerpflanze ist die Portulakpflanze (Portulaca grandiflora), die manchmal auch Sonnenrose oder Moosrose genannt wird. Portulakpflanzen sind in Brasilien, Argentinien und Uruguay heimisch. Portulakblüten sind leicht zu züchten und zu genießen.
Una bella coppia di portulache che accompagnano i colori rosa, arancione, giallo e vino, anche in strada come tappeto vegetale di base per le piante più alte. Ma sempre belle, delicate, così belle, e possono ancora essere utilizzate nelle insalate (commestibili) e anche medicinali (problemi intestinali). Una pianta di tipo tappezzante a crescita bassa davvero bella è chiamata portulaca (Portulaca grandiflora), o talvolta conosciuta come rosa del sole o rosa muschio. Le piante di portulaca sono originarie del Brasile, dell'Argentina e dell'Uruguay. I fiori di portulaca sono facili da coltivare e da apprezzare.
Een prachtig paar portulaca's die de kleuren roze, oranje, geel en wijnrood vergezellen -- ook op straat als grondingsplantentapijt voor de hogere planten. Maar altijd mooi, delicaat, zo mooi -- en kan nog steeds worden gebruikt in salades (eetbaar) en ook medicinaal (darmproblemen). Een werkelijk prachtige laaggroeiende bodembedekker is de portulaca (Portulaca grandiflora), of soms bekend als de zonneroos of mosroos. Portulacaplanten zijn afkomstig uit Brazilië, Argentinië en Uruguay. Portulacabloemen zijn gemakkelijk te kweken en te genieten.
زوج جميل من نباتات الرجلة يرافقه اللون الوردي والبرتقالي والأصفر والنبيذ - كما يمكن استخدامه في الشوارع كسجادة نباتية للنباتات الطويلة. لكنه لطيف وحساس وجميل للغاية - ولا يزال من الممكن استخدامه في السلطات (صالح للأكل) وأيضًا في العلاج (مشاكل الأمعاء). يُطلق على نبات الرجلة الجميل حقًا الذي ينمو على الأرض اسم الرجلة (Portulaca grandiflora)، أو يُعرف أحيانًا باسم وردة الشمس أو وردة الطحلب. نباتات الرجلة موطنها البرازيل والأرجنتين وأوروجواي. أزهار الرجلة سهلة النمو والاستمتاع بها.
ピンク、オレンジ、黄色、ワイン色の美しいポーチュラカのペア。背の高い植物のグランド カーペットとして街路にも植えられています。しかし、常に上品で繊細でとても美しいです。サラダ (食用) や薬用 (腸の問題) にも使用できます。本当に美しい低木地被植物はポーチュラカ (Portulaca grandiflora) と呼ばれ、サン ローズやモス ローズとも呼ばれます。ポーチュラカの植物はブラジル、アルゼンチン、ウルグアイ原産です。ポーチュラカの花は育てやすく、楽しむのも簡単です。ポーチュラカの手入れに必要なものを見てみましょう。
So often when we photograph people, their faces are lit by screens instead of sun. Thumbs scrolling, eyes down, attention elsewhere. But this… this was different.
My young grandson simply sat, unhurried, unbothered, completely present. No device in hand. No notifications tugging at him. Just a kid soaking in the peace of the lake, letting the world be enough.
There was something beautifully grounding about it — a reminder that connection doesn’t always need a signal, and some of the best moments arrive when we’re not looking for them.
A small, quiet gift from a big, quiet place.