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When I'm Bored I Go To Porn Sites And Write In The Comments Section:
"Why Are You Doing This? Your Mother And I Are Heartbroken. Please Come Home."
After 20 Minutes Or So.
You'd never guess from the pictures and from his behaviour, but on Tuesday, Candor has been diagnosed with kidney failure.
We're oscillating between worried and heartbroken... but we're also determined to make the best of our time together. Candor is absolutely delighted by our new home with all the meadows and forests surrounding us; moving here was the greatest gift we could give him.
Treatments start today... apparently he's in the early stages, so there's hopefully still a lot that can be done. Please keep your fingers crossed.
(if we're lucky, we might get DSL today... trying to catch up on your wonderful photos then...)
Fairy Bosom in Quản Bạ, Vietnam, features two symmetrical karst hills steeped in legend. A H’Mông fairy fell in love with a human and bore his child, but the Jade Emperor forced her to return to the heavens. Heartbroken, she left behind her breasts, forming the twin hills, said to nourish her child with mystical energy. Today, they symbolize motherly love and fertility, standing as a breathtaking and sacred landmark in Hà Giang.
Guys, this Castle is a popular tourist spot in Perak, Malaysia. It has always been 'listed' as the most haunted place in Malaysia. So much so, that when we passed by here (we never intend to actually visit it) my sister strictly prohibited me to even go near and capture this mysterious place!! sigh!! She was worried as we had a baby and kids (my nieces..) with us!!
I was really upset coz I could not explore this wonderful place!! Maybe next time when I go without my family members (sometimes outing with family members just suck becoz of this kinna problems.. LOL!!) I can actually get my camera working!!
This was shot just outside my sis's car, so sorry guys it does not show the whole castle. There were trees & plants obstructing the view so I had to crop it!!
Here are the details 'plucked' from Wikipedia;
Kellie's Castle (sometimes also called Kellie's Folly) is located near Batu Gajah, and is about 20 minutes' drive from Ipoh, Perak, Malaysia. The unfinished, ruined mansion, was built by a Scottish planter called William Kellie Smith. According to differing accounts, it was either a gift for his wife or a home for his son.
Unfortunately for Smith, tragedies struck soon after the construction of the Kellas House began. A virulent strain of the Spanish flu spread from Europe to Asia soon after World War I ended in Europe, killing many of the workers in the Kellas Estate. Another seventy workers constructing Smith's dream castle also became victims of the flu. Smith, who had already spent a fortune on his house, lost a lot of money because of this.
In the end, Kellas House, later known as Kellie's Castle or even Kellie's Folly to some, was never completed. William Kellie Smith himself died of pneumonia during a short trip to Portugal in 1926. His heartbroken wife decided to pack up and return home to Scotland selling the estate and Kellie's Castle to a British company called Harrisons and Crosfield. Descendants of the Tamil labourers brought over to Malaya to work on the mansion still live nearby even now. Kellie's Castle is now a popular local tourist attraction and was used as a setting in the 1999 film Anna and the King.
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Deviant Art Dreams of Sadness
Heartbroken dreams...
The Body Parts:
Head: LeLutka - Evo X - Zora 3.1 - BoM
Body: MeshBody - Legacy - Classic - BoM
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RIP - Poopy 2011-2026. We had to say goodbye to this little girl last week, she'd been slowly fading for a while but had a peaceful end. Never given anything but joy for fifteen and a half years and will be so so missed. I was looking through the thousands of images we have of her and remember taking this a little while ago. I didn't often leave the house without her, because she was my little shadow, but if I ever left her at home, no matter for how long really, this was her waiting the other side of the door (patterned glass - hence the odd effect) and always watching and waiting for the car and my return. I still expect that face to be there - not quite home without her.
Long, long ago, in the year 1450, an untold invasion of France happened, something so unbelievable that today it is just a legend. But it isn’t. I will tell you the story of the famous Siege of Paris by the Pastries!
At that time, the King of France had one great wish: he wanted French cooking to be the most delicious in all the world. He had heard rumors of a secret recipe kept by the King of the Pastries, a magical recipe that made every tart, croissant, and éclair taste like nothing before.
So the French king sent his messenger, offering mountains of gold for the secret. But the King of the Pastries politely refused no matter what could be offered in return. The French king came up with a terrible idea: “If he won’t share the secret,” he whispered to his advisors, “then we’ll make him share it! We’ll capture his son and hold him until he agrees!”
When the King of the Pastries discovered his son was missing, he was heartbroken and furious. He summoned every pastry in his kingdom and beyond to march on Paris. For weeks, the city was surrounded by pastries of every kind. Finally, overhelmed, the French king had no choice but to surrender. The King of the Pastries freed his son and ruled over Paris for one whole year.
But soon, realising how flawed humanity is, he decided to retire with all the Pastries to the peaceful Cotton Candy Kingdom, now hidden from us for good.
In the aftermath, the French has gradually lost any memory of this event and the records of the shameful defeat of the king of France has been erased systematically to the point where what happened is now whispered away as a myth. But not eveything was lost, most of the famous French pastries and desserts have been created during this time and carries a secret memory of the day pastries ruled Paris.
I took Charlie to the vet as he was rapidly deteriorating. He barely ate, he was distressed when I handled him, he coughed at times, and it seemed to be a rapid progressive decline. When he purred he had to use his mouth. We took x-rays and it showed most likely what looked like cancer masses in his lungs. I was settled in myself that the right thing to do was to euthanase him. The vet sedated him, and when he was asleep, they euthanased him with me patting him. When he was sedated, he purred and purred.
Last 2 weeks prior I had been vigilantly trying to find out what was going on with him.
My beautiful adorable little guy, I know I will see him again some time. I know we will be together again. I'm sorry he never got the home I promised him.
He is with Matilda now. Matilda and Charlie were my cats that I did not rescue, but Charlie was a rescue kitten I bought from the Animal Welfare League.
He and Matilda were my babies from kittens.
I am heartbroken at losing him and I am heartbroken at the circumstances his last days on earth had to be. He did not like living outside, he wanted to be with me in my room, and he never adapted to his new circumstances. I feel terrible about it. But I could not allow him inside, he can spray, and it was too risky.
I'm so sorry I have hardly been on flickr much. My circumstances are difficult, and it's been difficult for me to find the time to spend on flickr. I continue to try and organise my life so I can enjoy flickr and my flickr family. Take care and stay safe.
Thank you for your kind words and generous thoughts. xxx
Wow...2021 was a challenging year; one of the hardest of my life. In the midst of a continuing pandemic, my brother was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer in March. After a seven month deterioration of his health, he died on a Sunday in October...just one day before his 54th birthday. I remain heartbroken over his passing. He wanted to die at home, and I found myself care-taking for him and my aging parents; a role I was not prepared for but I took on nonetheless. Through this, I discovered a deeper sense of love for my family and a closeness I did not have before. The relationship with my parents has changed now that I am an only child. I always imagined that I would get old with my brother and we would take care of each other in our old age, but this was not meant to be. His death served as a reminder not to take life for granted. I say "I love you" more often now.
Speaking of love...another big change in my life has been a move into my partner's house. It's not just a house, but a home and a new life in a small town in Colorado with a unique culture all it's own. Just the kind of place I've always wanted to live in and I've been greeted with open arms by everyone I meet. In addition to the deepening love I have with my partner, I have two new people in my life now...her children. Two teenagers that have proven to be a delightful bonus to my living situation. Every day is filled with richness and brevity. I feel truly blessed.
Throughout the changes of my life this year, I also had the faithfulness and consistency of my core long-term friendships and son that recently turned 21. They combine to make me feel so very grateful for this wonderfully twisted, tragically painful, and divinely beautiful life.
To add to an already difficult year, we just experienced the horror and tragedy of a natural disaster very close to where we live. Many hundreds of homes lost in one afternoon. Hurricane force winds fueled an unstoppable wall of flames that spread like fingers across the landscape, consuming everything in it's path. Thankfully, we have received a snow storm to help the firefighters extinguish the last remaining embers. Unfortunately, the snow arrived just one day too late for the thousands of home & business owners effected by the blaze. I'll be donating to the Red Cross.
In regards to my creative output and photography this year…it has been a challenge to keep up, honestly. I wasn't as consistent as I was in years past, but I never gave up. Knowing that despite the lack of motivation, I'd inevitably walk away deeply satisfied with the time spent to create something. I think I gave up on the "wow" factor I had chased in the past. I just keep doing do what I do.
I have no doubt that 2022 will have it's share of challenges. I send positivity to all. Please be well, be kind, and take care.
-R
Taken @ ~ Serenity Oileain~
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I'm historically heartbroken
Drownin' in my own emotions
One minute away from breakin' down, down, down
I'm always leavin' empty-handed
No one wants a heart that's damaged
Only know a love that lets me down, down, down
What if I get to heaven and it's not even real
And I die before tellin' you how I really feel?
'Cause it feels like hell and I just can't help but think
That maybe love's not for me
If you don't look too closely
You can't even tell I'm lonely
Even though it keeps me up at night, night, night
I try to keep myself distracted
But I got all these awful habits
Of listenin' to voices in my mind, mind, mind
~ Treasured Friend ~
I lost a treasured friend today
The little dog who used to lay
His gentle head upon my knee
And share his silent thoughts with me...
He'll come no longer to my call
Retrieve no more his favorite ball
A voice far greater than my own
Has called him to His golden throne.
Although me eyes are filled with tears,
I thank Him for the happy years
He let him spend down here with me
And for his love and loyalty.
When it is time for me to go
And join him there, this much I know...
I shall not fear the transient dark
For he will greet me with his bark.
Author Unknown
Dear Tom Petty,
When I was young, the only way my mother could begin to describe the concept of "sexy" was by talking about you and Neil Young's voice (only ever his voice-she thought he was uglier than sin, right mom?) Your songs and videos were first like from an all American poet but then they got a little weirder and I liked them even more-like "Zombie Zoo" and "Mary Jane's Last Dance" but overall you were a storyteller that had a hopefulness for the world despite all its mixed up characters. And, that is quite sexy, I have to admit.
When I went to photograph you in 2014, I kept expecting something to not work out and it ended up being a very pinch me is this real sort of experience. I grew up on your records, after all. You were the all American musician, the dreamer and redeemer and even as an adult I get refrains and chord progressions stuck easily into my head. You got us humans right because you felt it all too.
Dear Tom Petty, the world is a screwed up place. Our politicians have no integrity and would rather have people killed than lose their money from the gun lobby. People have no time for common sense or poetry these days. They have no time to feel anything for their fellow man or woman or for words that actually make them think. They would rather start fights with their fellow man or woman over nothing more than genetics. They don't understand the feeling of bliss when you don't harbor hatred in your heart but instead make it a home for love and acceptance. Maybe you don't belong in this world anymore. Maybe you belong somewhere better. But we'll miss you so much.
Love,
Kirstiecat
Our story has suddenly taken a dramatic and unexpected turn and the outcome is still very uncertain.
As I'm writing this, Tidda has been missing for 69 hours. And the trail has gone cold.
It was towards the end of a completely ordinary beach walk on Friday afternoon when a loose dog came up and became increasingly aggressive and got Tidda into such a panic that she bolted and went running, with the other dog in pursuit. By the time I and the other owner had run to the cars, she grabbed her dog but Tidda was gone. I discovered these new scratches on the driver's door of my car where she had desperately tried to get in.
As I learned from witnesses, Tidda ran about half a mile on the small road and then turned and ran onto Highway 101 - straight into the worst case scenario!! A very busy 55 mph road, especially during tourist season now. Multiple people stopped and tried to catch her. Police were called. She was dragging her leash. But of course she won't let anybody near her. She ran back towards the beach and I know the exact house where she was last seen. That was about 68,5 hours ago. No sighting since.
I've been running myself ragged searching, by car, by foot, calling and calling her. There are excellent guides on the Internet that lay out the whole portfolio of search strategies and I'm diligently putting them all in place. I've talked to more strangers in the last few days than probably in the last few decades put together! Everyone is so responsive and willing to help. The stories I hear from some of those people of dogs being found after days or even weeks do give me some hope.
I'm convinced Tidda knows the way home even though we travel to this beach by car, but unfortunately there is a huge obstacle in the form of the narrow busy bridge over the river she would have to cross. I've sat by the bridge for hours in a camping chair on Saturday night hoping she would show up.
Right from the start, Tidda has always been keeping an eye on me and making sure she never gets separated from me, so it was just completely unexpected that she would run and not come back. I failed to recognize it was such a serious situation.
I don't know if our story will continue. :(
Heartbroken.
(DECEMBER 2nd NOTE: I'm bringing this photo from May back up in time today and adding to new groups. I was going to upload something new, since it's been a few days -- but I was all caught up in today's NY State Senate decision on gay marriage. Unfortunately the marriage bill was shot down...yet another blow for LGBT equality. I'm heartbroken, and don't really feel in the mood for uploading now -- I really don't know how many more of these disappointments I can take. Still...I'm not giving up. Equality for ALL is around the corner...but for now, this is how I feel...)
From May 16, 2009:
Tonight I'm going to my first gay wedding. I'm very excited about it, mainly because the two guys getting married are really special people and they deserve each other.
But of course, it's in New York -- so it's not a "real" wedding...
...not a "real" marriage.
I have never been interested in getting married myself. Didn't see the point of it. Not because I'm gay, but because most of the marriages that I saw weren't particularly happy ones. My own parents stayed married for quite some time for convenience, even though there was no love between them for as long as I can remember. Most of my friends had parents who were married but had bitter divorces. My sister ended up getting married to what seemed like a great guy, only to discover a completely different person once they were married, and got a quick divorce soon after. I had nothing against marriage, I was just scared of it. It seemed like whenever a couple got married, that's when unhappiness settled in. And I didn't want unhappiness in any of my relationships.
After I met Sion, and our relationship blossomed, it became clear to me that he hadn't thought about marriage much either, but was seriously considering it a possibility. He didn't see it as something to be scared of, but rather a strong commitment between two people, and the ultimate romantic gesture. At the same time, I was beginning to see marriages that DID work, and ones that COULD last. My fears of marriage definitely softened a bit, but...I still didn't know it if was ultimately "necessary."
And then Proposition 8 passed in California this last November, eliminating same-sex couple's right to marry, and something snapped inside of me. Suddenly getting married took on a whole new meaning for me, and I realized just how important it actually is. Right now there's a battle waging in America over it. We've seen a handful of States make some progress lately, but it's still too little -- and we have such a loooong way to go. Especially for a case like Sion and I.
Sion is not yet a full citizen, and when his multi-year visa is up we will have to decide whether to fight for him to stay a few more years in the States, or move elsewhere. It's not easy because becoming a U.S. citizen is a long, complicated and difficult process. Unless, of course, you're heterosexual. Straight couples, where one is of a different nationality, can simply get married -- and that person can get a work permit in 90 days, and a green card a year later. These couples can do this even if there is no love between them, simply for the immigration status.
Not so for same-sex couples -- no matter how much love and dedication they have for each other. Doesn't quite seem fair, does it? Even with more and more States finally allowing gay marriage, and even if New York is one of those next States to allow such common sense -- it won't matter, legally, for Sion and I. Citizenship is a Federal issue, and we would need the entire country accepting gay marriage first. But just how long will it take to get to that point? The frustrating thing is knowing that it probably will...some day. The question is when? While Obama is still in office? Or several years after? Or when we're old and gray?
The laws basically say my love for Sion is less than that of any straight couple. Britney Spears can be married for 55 hours, but I can't be married at all.
Something's not right there.
I DO want to marry Sion, and we will be married some day (probably in Spain first -- where it IS now legal). But I also want it to matter. I don't want some "other" term to define our love, with less benefits. I don't want to be considered half a person anymore because of my sexuality.
I want to be equal.
Taken with a Panasonic DMC-FS5
At home
Listen to "Half a Person" by The Smiths.
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I was heartbroken to learn yesterday morning that my friend-in-Polaroid Penny had passed away -- she's been such an inspiration, both through her beautiful and elegant portraits, and her generous spirit of bringing people together, both through the 12:12 Project (which I joined this year) and a pandemic-year polaroid swap.
then i went out for a hike and saw this perfect light cloud, and thought of her, and made the polaroid -- so this is for her. thank you, Penny -- you will be so, so missed.
to revisit her amazing body of work, go here: www.flickr.com/photos/pennyfelts
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Test della Fujifilm X100T Cromata acquistata dall’amico Raffaele Tranchina di SicilyFoto di Palermo, realizzati una serie di scatti per testarla ho impostato velocemente alcuni parametri a me congeniali ed effettuate alcune riprese, questa è il File numero 015. Si è rivelata una eccellente macchina con una lettura abbastanza precisa sull’intero fotogramma. Ma io ho voluto modificare alcuni valori per la tipologia del mio modo di fare fotografia.
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Test Fujifilm X100T Chrome bought by his friend Raffaele Tranchina SicilyFoto of Palermo, made a series of shots to test it I quickly set some parameters to me congenial and made some shots, this is the File number 015. It proved to be an excellent machine with quite accurate readings across the entire frame. But I wanted to change certain settings for the type of way I do photography.
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Dati Tecnici
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a) Fujifilm X100T + Fujinon ASPHERICAL Lens Super EBC 23mm f/2,0 + Filtro Leica UV (ripresa effettuata prima dell'aggiornamento del firmware alla versione 1,11 del corpo macchina) firmware attuale v.1,10;
b) Tempo 1/60s con apertura diaframma a f.2,8 +1,5 di stop in manuale (a mano libera);
c) Lettura Esposimetrica effettuata con esposimetro della macchina impostata su "Media a Prevalenza Centrale" (ma per mio convincimento personale ho effettuato 5 misurazioni a luce incidente con il Sekonic Dual Spot F-L778 con lettura impostata a 1° per confrontarla con la lettura della macchina e con compiacimento la lettura finale equiparandola a quella media ottenuta dalla somma delle letture effettuate con quella dell’esposimetro della macchina era abbastanza simile, però, ho voluto effettuato quella correzione di +1,5 di stop per dare un tocco personale. Inoltre, ho sistemato un filtro Giallo medio che rende la sensibilità cromatica della ripresa simile a quella dell'occhio umano".
d) Impostazione nel corpo camera FujiFilm X100T: ISO/ASA 2000, DR (100%), Modalità AF (Area), WB Bilanciamento del Bianco (Auto), Simulazione Film (Provia Standard), Colore (+1), Nitidezza (0), Tono Alte luci (0), Tono Ombre (0), Riduzione disturbo (+1), Gamma Dinamica (Auto), Qualità Immagine (Fine), Filtro ND (On), Dimensione Immagine (3:2 - L);
e) Tecnica di ripresa esposimetrica con il sistema dell”Esposizione a Destra;
f) Prima Post-Produzione (leggerissima file quasi perfetto) per la correzione del bilanciamento cromatico/tonale (dopo la desaturazione) delle varie aree e zone di colore per compensare l’intensità di luce (ore 12,30 di ripresa) con Nikon Capture NX 2;
g) Seconda Post-Produzione con Adobe Photoshop CC per il bilanciamento delle zone d’ombra (Lievissima file quasi perfetto);
h) Post-Produzione di completamento con Nikon Capture NX 2 e CorelPhoto-Paint X5 per il completamento e la sistemazione finale del "Sistema Zonale".
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Da Ascoltare guardando l’immagine e leggendo Ia poesia
From looking at the picture and listen to reading poetry
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Miriam Stockley – Fantasy – Album Eternal
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Il confine della solitudine
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tristi e….
malinconici i socchiusi
occhi delle velate
donne, avvolte nel
loro funebre mantello
dal cuore spezzato
dall’onore leso.
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….cupi e solitari
i luoghi, strazianti
saranno i giorni,
per sempre dissolti
dal dolore immenso
per i figli morenti
per sempre perduti
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E’ qui…,
che tutti i cuori
delle anime smarrite
s’incontrano….,
nel buio dei ricordi,
cancellati dalle onde che
perdutamente s’infrangono.
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Non odono più i sospiri,
del loro ferito cuore
…quel flebile palpito,
svaniscono i pensieri,
si dissolvono le menti
è la fine di un mondo
che….lentamente muore.
……………………..Luigi Mirto
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The border of loneliness
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sad and….
Melancholy the I narrowed
eyes veiled
women, wrapped in
their funeral cloak
heartbroken
by honor injured.
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.... dark and lonely
places, heartbreaking
they will be the days,
forever dissolved
from immense pain
for the children dying
forever lost
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It's here…,
all hearts
of lost souls
meet ....,
in the dark memories,
erased by the waves that
madly crashing.
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No longer hear the sighs,
of their wounded heart
... that weak heartbeat,
thoughts vanish,
dissolve the minds
èt is the end of a world
that…. slowly he dies.
...........................Luigi Mirto
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Miriam Stockley - Perfect Day - Album Miriam
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Questa immagine è tratta da un reportage in continua evoluzione che sto effettuando nella ricerca di particolari volti che esprimano particolari sensazioni, scene di particolare enfasi ambientale, espressioni e sentimenti profondi trasmessi attraverso semplici sguardi, di particolari posture del corpo o anche dai semplici abiti e decorazioni fisiche.
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Tali immagini verranno raccolte in un “Manuale Artistico Tecnico Fotografico” nella quale saranno descritte le particolari tecniche di ripresa, i materiali impiegati, l’attrezzatura fotografica, i luoghi e le condizioni sceniche ambientali.
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This image is from a report in continuous evolution that I am making in the search for specific faces expressing particular feelings, scenes of environmental emphasis, expressions and deep feelings conveyed through simple look, a particular posture of the body or even from simple clothes and decorations individuals.
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I'm extremely heartbroken, as I'm sure the rest of the world is. I'm going to quote @IanDunt from Twitter who said something about Carrie that was very touching.
"Carrie Fisher was part of our childhoods because of Star Wars. But she was part of our adulthoods because of her personality.
Had such a sharp, unique, honest voice, the kind columnists would kill for it. One of those public figures it was a pleasure to have around."
One of my favorite spots in the area where I grew up – Wahclella Falls, along Tanner Creek in Oregon's Columbia River Gorge. I took this shot back in August while standing in the middle of the creek, using a fallen log for a tripod. This green beating heart of the Gorge was one of the areas hardest hit by the Eagle Creek wildfire a few weeks later. I am anxiously awaiting the opportunity to get back in there and see how things have fared – leaving me currently a mixture of resignedly heartbroken, yet in some small sense cautiously optimistic.
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THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
This gorgeous male western green lizard (Lacerta bilineata) has a special place in my heart, because the fella was the first representative of his species that took permanent residence in my garden again after the previous population had largely disappeared by the end of 2022.
I already wrote at length about that tragedy here www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/52608149929/in/datepo... , so I'll spare you the details. In short, both of my neighbors on either side of my house got young cats at the same time, and the lizards (and snakes and young birds and many other tiny animals) didn't stand a chance. Once the cats started hunting, it only took a few weeks until most of the western green lizards in my garden were gone.
I was heartbroken, but you have to understand that I didn't blame the cats. They only followed their instincts (I grew up with feline pets myself, and I adore them); it's us humans who cause problems wherever we go. Be it through our own direct actions or by wreaking havoc on an ecosystem, when we ignorantly introduce new predators against which the local fauna hasn't had a chance to adapt yet.
2023 saw my garden almost devoid of reptiles, but by the end of that year I had finally come up with a plan. By now I knew there wasn't much I could do to keep the cats out of my garden. I had tried storming out of the house and yelling like a madman every time I saw one of my furry neighbors set a paw on my premises, but the only one I managed to scare away permanently was the poor mail lady, while the cats would be back on the prowl within minutes.
So that didn't work, and I knew I didn't want to go for a tech option (like an ultrasonic device) that would probably have an impact on other wildlife as well. This meant I had to find a solution that would include the cats and deal with the reality that they were here to stay: I had to think like a military strategist and "accept the facts on the ground".
Which brings me to my plan, because said "ground", as I had come to realize, was a key factor that had contributed to my reptile population's demise. After a thorough analysis of the terrain it had become painfully obvious to me that there simply weren't enough spots in my garden where a lizard of 40 centimeters length could hide from a predator.
Even though a few years back I had partially removed the atrocious turf rolls my mom had put in the upper part of the garden and planted flowers to attract swallowtails, I'd never really changed the topography of the landscape enough to provide "emergency hideouts" for my reptile friends. What my little oasis needed was a real make-over, and in February 2024 I finally started to take action.
I first removed what remained of the turf-roll lawn completely and scattered wildflower seeds everywhere (which didn't go unnoticed by several hungry onlookers - though that's a story for another time), then the real work began. For several weeks, my daily morning routine consisted of going into the nearby forest and picking up rocks of all shapes and sizes, until two huge plastic bags were filled to the point where I could just about still haul my daily "harvest" back home without help.
It was a truly herculean task, and all this shlepping drew concerned eyes from all around: my fellow villagers (who, due to my infatuation with "creepy crawlies", had always thought me slightly nutty anyway) gave me looks that left in no doubt they were thinking I had finally gone off the deep end and was building some sort of pharaonic monument in my garden :-)
Nevertheless, I continued my work until the growing pile of rocks in front of my house indeed threatened to resemble an Egyptian pyramid, at which I point I switched to collecting wood. Parts of dead tree roots, branches, twigs and half decayed tree trunks: everything I was able to move with my bare hands went into my garden, until I thought I had enough material to build brush- and rock-piles of different sizes all over the premises.
This was by far my favorite part of the whole endeavor: "sculpting" the landscape and turning my garden into what I hoped would be a haven for lizards and wildlife in general. Reptiles are ectotherms and thus love to bask, particularly in the morning and evening, so wherever the first - and last - rays of sunshine touched my garden, that's where I put the piles. I also made sure that these "lizard lounges" were never far apart, so that any small creature in my garden didn't have to cross wide open spaces without any cover nearby.
Then it was finally time to enjoy the "fruits" of my labor; I could sit back and watch how the vegetation slowly started transforming the structures I had built, and how they became populated with insects, spiders, small rodents and common wall lizards, while the wildflower meadow virtually exploded with colors by early summer (you can see the transformation of my garden for yourself in case you're interested, I documented most of the steps in a blog post on my website here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/post/attract-lizards-to-your-ga... ) .
Already in May and June that year I got a few visits from snakes and western green lizards, though at that point they only seemed to pass through without the intention to stay. But towards the end of the warm season, my little oasis finally got discovered by someone looking for a new home, which brings me to the fella in the photo above.
One day in late August I encountered a huge male western green lizard in the upper part of my garden, and I found him again in the exact same spot the very next day. And the day after that, and all through autumn, until temperatures got too cold and he disappeared. But in spring 2025, he reemerged (in case you wondered, every individual has unique scale patterns on the face, so it's easy to identify them - at least in photos), and he soon presented himself in the magnificent blue "wedding colors" you see in the shot.
I was already over the moon that I seemed to have one permanent resident, but it got even better. Over the course of the year, he was joined by three more individuals of his species: another adult male, a juvenile (probably also male) and an adult female. I would find them every day in their favorite basking spots (though never together), and I noticed with great satisfaction that they liked to hang out exactly where I had predicted they would (I was able to film them too, in case you're interested, here's the video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=_t_F4Nm2yBA ).
Despite the constant presence of the cats and other predators such as several green whip snakes (Hierophis viridiflavus) who, to my great joy, now also appeared to live in my garden, this small population of western green lizards seems to have made it through the year unscathed. In early October they all disappeared, presumably - hopefully - because they moved into their winter quarters, and I can't wait to greet them again once they reemerge, which could be any day now.
Whether this tiny population has a chance at long-term survival remains to be seen, but I'm hopeful: because nature almost always bounces back. All we have to do, is give it chance. The few minor "modifications" I had made to my garden were enough to trigger a wonderful domino effect.
The brush-piles and dead wood lured myriads of tiny insects to my little wildlife haven, which in turn attracted wrens and shrews and many other creatures that I'd never been able to observe and photograph in my garden before - and I never would have expected such immediate progress!
Sure, it had been a little shlepping and other manual work, but the effort was well worth it, and I can only recommend other nature lovers do the same. My garden really is a colorful paradise now; my camera is busy all year, and I often feel like an explorer going on a safari with all the many sightings of new and returning species.
And I'm happy to report that, eventually, I even spotted the mail lady tentatively approach my house again ;-)
As always, many thanks for reading and commenting: have a great start into the new week everyone! ❤🙏😊
D/M/Y
08-01-2026
my mother sadly passed on that date... she fought for 2 and half years but sadly she lost the battle against the deadly bacteria in her body called: pneumococcus, which costed her life sadly..., her kidneys were also failing... at only 2%... which also did not help out at all either...., ...she also just turned 62 on december 30th... last year... so young.. so really young...
im very heartbroken.. tired... the loss of my mother is to much to handle that ive put a stop to everything i was doing on secondlife... and focus on my real life right now.... my mother doesnt have any pain anymore.. she no longer suffers.... shes now in heaven watching over us.... i will miss her dearly... alot... and i will need a really long time to recover....
♥Mom Ill always love you♥
Spain, Andalusia, Ronda
Ronda is a municipality of Spain belonging to the province of Málaga, within the autonomous community of Andalusia. It is a mountaintop city that’s set dramatically above a deep gorge. The Plaza de Toros de Ronda is a bullring with a diameter of 66 metres, surrounded by a passage formed by two rings of stone. Its construction started in 1779 and finished in 1785. In 1994, US singer Madonna shot her music video for "Take A Bow" in the bullfight arena. Madonna's co-star in the video was Spanish bullfighter Emilio Muñoz, who played her Latin lover who leaves her after spending a passionate night with the heartbroken blonde.
We adopted Alfie 2 years ago today. He is the sweetest boy ❤️
Two years ago we were heartbroken after losing our beloved Max 🌈💔 but there was a little tuxedo cat waiting at #cramarcatrescue for somebody to choose him We know nothing about Alfie's history, only that somebody found him living in their garden and called the rescue to say there was a pregnant stray that needed rescuing. He came in and was discovered to be an FIV+, un-neutered boy who was estimated to be about 8 years old. He was covered in Ticks so was given the name Tick. He was very stressed when he came to the rescue but with the love and patience of the amazing carers at Cramar cat rescue he became the sweetest, cuddliest boy ❤️ We already had our protectapet enclosure in the garden so knew that our home was ideal for an FIV+ kitty, especially one with arthritis like Alfie ❤️ He came home on 4th September 2022 and it took him a few hours to feel safe but once he ventured out of his safe place, he was Alf, a sweet, purry, very cuddly, quirky, amazing little cat who we are so thankful for.
A reflection on these Sacred Scriptures:
Isaiah 50:4-9a
Psalm 69:8-10, 21-22, 31 and 33-34
Matthew 26:14-25
One of you will betray me. (Matthew 26:21)
Approaching Holy Week, I found myself thinking about the eternal fate of Judas after he had betrayed Jesus, and why his end might be different from Peter's, who denied Jesus three times. Both betrayed, but only Peter appeared to be saved. Judas lost faith and out of misery, hung himself. What happened to Judas, I wondered? I wanted to believe God's forgiveness covered his sin.
I began to look at the Judas side of myself, losing heart at times, reluctant to trust in God's mercy. "Dear Jesus," I prayed, "I don't want to be a ‘Judas,’ especially at the end of my life. Let me be like Peter and choose love—let me choose You." With that, I decided to visit Jesus across town in the adoration chapel, and found Him waiting in the gold monstrance. "Jesus, I prayed, please speak to my heart about Judas."
I picked up my missal to read ahead to what I'd be writing about for today's meditation, and immediately Jesus' words became visible through the Gospel of Matthew—it was about Peter and Judas! I began to read, "Woe to that man by whom the Son of Man is betrayed. It would be better for that man if he had never been born." (Matthew 26:24) I couldn't believe my eyes!
I opened my Catechism to find out more and read, "By despair, man ceases to hope for his personal salvation from God, for help in attaining it or for the forgiveness of his sins. Despair is contrary to God's goodness, to His justice—for the Lord is faithful to His promises—and to his mercy." (Catechism, Paragraph 2091) I now understood that Jesus would have given both Peter and Judas His forgiveness and love, but Judas couldn't even imagine the possibility. I was overjoyed the Holy Spirit had answered my question directly and I left the chapel satisfied, promising I'd embrace His mercy.
Driving home, I noticed a car on the side of the road with its trunk open and flashers on. A young woman was reaching into her trunk, I assumed for tools to change a flat tire. I turned my car around to see if she needed help.
As I approached, I could see she was petite and impeccably dressed; not a hair was out of place in her perfect ponytail. Not the type who could change a tire, I thought! I got out of my car and as I came closer, realized her tire wasn't flat after all. Her trunk was empty except for a pair of clean work gloves.
She put them on, and not at all put out, bent down in an effort to drag a huge, beautiful Canadian Goose [see notes below] out of the line of traffic. It was dead. With poise, she pulled the heavy bird by its feet and began dragging it to the side of the road. Given her size and the dead weight of the bird, I thought it strange she wasn't struggling.
I spoke first, "I thought you were having car trouble." Unruffled by the incident, she looked up at me and smiled, not surprised that I was there. She answered, "I was going too fast and with traffic heavy behind me, I couldn't slow down in time and hit him." I looked down at the dead bird, heartbroken.
As if to read my thoughts, she continued, "It's okay," she said with a cheery smile, "There's nothing more I can do now. I'll just drag him over here out of the way . . . and move on." She had the disposition of an angel. It occurred to me that the event, unfortunate as it was, had not caused her to despair . . . like Peter! Each had acknowledged their fault and had accepted God's forgiving grace.
My lesson continued as I imagined what I might do in this regrettable situation. Again I began to see the Judas side of me. But the Peter in her let God use her, trusting that things were perfect just the way they were. "God bless you," I said to her. "God bless us all," she responded knowingly, as she drove away smiling, conscious of the choice we all have—to forgive ourselves.
My encounter reinforced Jesus' message that whenever I'm tempted to despair, I must put on my divine work gloves, "drag my goose" to the side of the road—and move on.
- Elizabeth A. Tichvon | elizabethtichvon@comcast.net
Ok…. How do I say this without busting in tears, so 6 weeks ago My Brother started having odd pain in his lower back, but he went to the Hospital to get that checked out because the pain was unreal for Him to bare. He then saw a doctor and the Doctor said he has Pancreatic cancer and it had start to spread to His lungs, so His parents went to go see him in the hospital, and I believe to take him home (I’m only amusing this) now last Tuesday my Brother’s Father Suddenly pasted away, on Saturday they had his funeral. The next Day, which was this, passed Sunday my brother lost his battle with cancer. Yesterday I got the news from my brother’s older sister. I am still in shock and heartbroken 💔. RIP James.
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It was his time… Heartbroken… Breathless… But, I will always love him…
“Well, now
If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
Little by little
If suddenly you forget me
Do not look for me
For I shall already have forgotten you
If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life
And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots
Remember
That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms
And my roots will set off to seek another land”
― Pablo Neruda, Selected Poems
We are heartbroken at the passing of our dear Sprinkles this week. but we know he is at peace. He was a special boy and will never be forgotten. ❤
I'm the bearer of some terribly sad news today. My dear, dear, Mom passed away this morning. We're all so very heartbroken. She was the very best in every possible way!
In Mom's honour, this pic is of her garden Maple tree, that she loved so much & uplifted her on a daily basis.
tagged by, dj ella, mori and mai ei
This is how it goes. List 10 things that your friends may or may not know about you, but that are true. Tag ten people and be sure to let them know they’ve been tagged (a quick message will do). Don’t forget to link back to the person who tagged you. Post a picture in your stream with the 10 facts and list your tagged people :)
1.......adobo is not my favorite food, caldereta is the winner......
2....... my best time at a 5km race is 28min @ 190lbs run fat boy run
3........ i love to cook, .............................. egg.
4......... flickr is my favorite site ( because of dj ella) hehehe
5......... not into running anymore , but im trying to make a comeback one step at a time....
6..........heartbroken= photography
7.........love the beatles
8....... i dont like mondays
9........cant leave home without cam
10..... ?
I feel sad and heartbroken. What kind of world are we living in where ppl get killed only because of their skin color?!
💘 Perfect for those who celebrate love… or sip wine while watching it burn.
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Hill Ward was a three story concrete building with two shorter wings coming off it at 22 degrees left and right. It was built in 1932 as a dormitory for the mentally ill patients at Western State Mental Hospital and was abandoned in 1965. After that it was used as a fire search and rescue building until it nearly burned to the ground. For years afterwards ghost hunters and thrill seekers would go through the fence to explore it until they finished the demolition to leave only this.
I'm late to the show, but apparently this is a very famous place around here. Darling Tonia says she'd been inside when the walls were still standing with her Pentax K1000. Took lots of pics only when she got home realized there was no film in it. We are both heartbroken over it....
Google images has some shots of this place in various states of existence. I find it fascinating. If anyone has any of this place send me a link or post it here please. :-)
I found a guy on flickr named tom carmony who has several shots just prior to demo if anyone is interested.
This is Audrey.
Audrey was my daughter's car.
Her twin brother assumed responsibility for Audrey, taking care of her, in his sister's memory.
A stalker literally targeted, and crashed into Audrey, in a parking lot. (no one was inside the car at the time.)
Police were on scene (because of threats by the stalker), at the time, and the stalker is in custody, again. (Yes, again. They were released, and only hours later, did this.)
They are saying Audrey is totaled. Her rear axel is twisted, broken. She wasn't "just a car" to my family. She cannot be "replaced."
Those who know about my daughter, know.
RIP, Audrey
2014 - 2025
The driver sees it differently, with their car becomes a part,
Take the road together, hit the road, with a single beating heart,
The turbo’s rising wail, and the exhaust’s muscled, subtle growl,
To the driver’s ear, an orchestra, there’s music in that howl.
Driving: by Graeme Cook
R.I.P beautiful Brandy, feel absolutely destroyed, love you, always will, always been there for me, through my dark days. A companion like no other. Missing you xxxxx
Isa left me tonight...it hurts...she is a wonderful girl with a good heart. She also has a golden soul. I have never known anyone like her....
She says she can't give me what I want and need...I am heartbroken...I wanted to give her my all and my everything...
I really loved her...really really loved her...
This is the second time she left...I wont chase her again. She's going to have to be Gone Babygirl Gone....
Good luck Isa with what you feel you need to do...
Know you are loved because your heart and spirit were so true and pure...
Know you are cared for because you deserve so much love...love which I know you feel you don't deserve, but you really, really do... All of it.
Know that I need time...but in time I will always have a shoulder for you....
I loved your love...I am feeling broken now that it is gone...you were good at helping me to be me.
Je t'aime mon amour...je t'aime mon belle fille...Au revoir mon amis...
I will always be your "Lady Katherine"...
xoxo
A tutti gli amici e le amiche vet che suonano la chitarra, e ogni giorno ne scopro altri,
ne voglio sempre di più
I'm reposting this once again because I saw the weather reports from New England.
I'm reposting this because I just now saw a wonderful photostream of Boston and vicinity street photos. Such fun and so nostalgic for me... They were by fotosqrrl
The magnificent, Dusty Button, in Anthony Randazzo's lovely, wonderful class, onstage at The Boston Opera House, during The Boston Ballet Fiftieth Anniversary Alumni Reunion Weekend. Fantastic...:)
I was heartbroken to discover that the view from front row seats at the Boston Opera House cuts off the dancers' feet!!!! This may be okay for opera viewing, however, it is a disaster for dance photography!!!
I could get decent photos of dancers only when they were jumping! That was after the ballet class moved from the barre to combinations in "the center." Notice the missing feet of the dancers who are not jumping...(:-(
Another interesting observation. The dancers exhibit different dance styles. I imagine it's because the dancers are from all over the world...
The original was in Flickr's Explore. Highest position: 3 on Monday, September 29, 2014
IMG_2574 - Version 2
Two of my babies gone in seven weeks. My heart is broken ... Miss Abbie Smith #10 of 11 gone at 5 years old 1/2 hour after he annual required vaccines. Aarrgghhh ...
I spent an hour with you--should I want anything else?
My tripod is crap, and I now officially hate it. It can't hold up the weight of my macro lens, and it keeps tipping forward and smacking it around, and today it fell apart and then spectactularly cut my finger while I tried to put it back together. The red on my pinky is the result of my tripod struggles.
Blah.
My cat killed a bird tonight, and it left me feeling unusually heartbroken and helpless.
I'll be posting a stop motion--if I can figure them out--or the results of my print giveaway very soon! I'm excited to do the drawing. :D
I'm losing hope
I tell you baby I'm going under
I can't help that you set my soul
On fire living under your command
Can't get enough
My heart is rippling, rolling like thunder
I can't help that I'm laying on the table
While my life is in your hands
You say that you can save me
But it's all part of your plan
But it hurts so good when you cut me open
Taken my heart and made me heartbroken
It's a ghost town here up in my chest
I'm going into cardiac arrest
(Ooh whoa oh) yeah you got me
(Ooh whoa oh) yeah you got me
(Ooh whoa oh) yeah you got me
Going into cardiac arrest
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حکیم ابوالقاسم حسن بن علی طوسی معروف به فردوسی (حدود ۳۱۹ تا حدود ۳۹۷ هجری شمسی)، شاعر حماسهسرای ایرانی و گویندهٔ شاهنامهٔ فردوسی است که مشهورترین اثر حماسی فارسی است و طولانیترین منظومه به زبان فارسی تا زمان خود بودهاست. او را از بزرگترین شاعران فارسیگو دانستهاند.
بنا به نظر پژوهشگران امروزی، فردوسی در حدود سال ۳۱۹ هجری شمسی در روستای باژ در نزدیکی طوس در خراسان متولد شد.
شاهنامه مهم ترین اثر فردوسی و یکی از بزرگ ترین آثار ادبیات کهن فارسی میباشد.
فردوسی برای سرودن این کتاب در حدود پانزده سال بر اساس شاهنامهٔ ابومنصوری کار کرد و آن را در سال ۳۷۲ شمسی پایان داد. فردوسی از آنجا که به قول خودش هیچ پادشاهی را سزاوار هدیه کردن کتابش ندید («ندیدم کسی کش سزاوار بود»)، مدتی آن را مخفی نگه داشت و در این مدت بخشهای دیگری نیز به مرور به شاهنامه افزود.
پس از حدود ده سال (در حدود سال ۳۸۲ هجری شمسی در سن شصت و پنج سالگی) فردوسی که فقیر شده بود و فرزندش را نیز از دست داده بود، تصمیم گرفت که کتابش را به سلطان محمود تقدیم کند از این رو تدوین جدیدی از شاهنامه را شروع کرد و اشارههایی را که به حامیان و دوستان سابقش شده بود، با وصف و مدح سلطان محمود و اطرافیانش جایگزین کرد. تدوین دوم در سال ۳۸۸ هجری شمسی پایان یافت (به حدس تقیزاده در سال ۳۸۹) که بین پنجاه هزار و شصت هزار بیت داشت. فردوسی آن را در شش یا هفت جلد برای سلطان محمود فرستاد.
به گفتهٔ خود فردوسی سلطان محمود به شاهنامه نگاه هم نکرد و پاداشی را که مورد انتظار فردوسی بود برایش نفرستاد. از این واقعه تا پایان عمر، فردوسی بخشهای دیگری نیز به شاهنامه اضافه کرد که بیشتر به اظهار ناامیدی و امید به بخشش بعضی از اطرافیان سلطان محمود از جمله «سالار شاه» اختصاص دارد. آخرین اشارهٔ فردوسی به سن خود یکی به حدود هشتاد سال است («کنون عمر نزدیک هشتاد شد/امیدم به یک باره بر باد شد») و یکی به هفتاد و شش سال («کنون سالم آمد به هفتاد و شش/غنوده همه چشم میشار فش»).
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Ferdowsi was born in the Iranian province of Razavi Khorasan, in a village near Tus, in 935. His father was a wealthy land owner. Ferdowsi was a pious Muslim. His great epic, the Shāhnāmeh ("The Epic of Kings"), to which he devoted more than 35 years, was originally composed for presentation to the Samanid princes of Khorasan, who were the chief instigators of the revival of Iranian cultural traditions after the Arab conquest of the seventh century.
When he was just 23-years old, he found a “Shāhnāmeh” written by Abu-Mansour Almoammari; it was not, however, in poetic form. It consisted of older versions ordered by Abu-Mansour ibn Abdol-razzagh. The discovery would be a fateful moment in the life of the poet. Ferdowsi started his composition of the Shahnameh in the Samanid era in 977 A.D[3]. During Ferdowsi’s lifetime the Samanid dynasty was conquered by the Ghaznavid Empire.
After 30 years of hard work, he finished the book and two or three years after that, Ferdowsi went to Ghazni, the Ghaznavid capital, to present it to the king. There are various stories in medieval texts describing the lack of interest shown by the new king, Sultan Mahmud of Ghazni, in Ferdowsi and his lifework. According to historians, Mahmud had promised Ferdowsi a dinar for every distich written in the Shahnameh (60,000 dinars), but later retracted and presented him with dirhams (20,000 dirhams), which were at that time much less valuable than dinars (every 100 dirhams worth 1 dinar). Some think it was the jealousy of other poets working at the king’s court that led to this treachery; the incident encouraged Ferdowsi's enemies in the court. Ferdowsi rejected the money and, by some accounts, he gave it to a poor man who sold wine. Wandering for a time in Sistan and Mazandaran, he eventually returned to Tus, heartbroken and enraged.
He had left behind a poem for the King, stuck to the wall of the room he had worked in for all those years. It was a long and angry poem, more like a curse, and ended with the words:
"Heaven's vengeance will not forget. Shrink tyrant from my words of fire, and tremble at a poet's ire."
Ferdowsi is said to have died around 1020 in poverty at the age of 90, embittered by royal neglect, though fully confident of his work’s ultimate success and fame (clearly seen especially in last verses of his book). One tradition claims Mahmud re-sent the amount promised to Ferdowsi’s village, but when the messengers reached his house, he had died a few hours earlier. The gift was then given to his daughter, since his son had died before his father at the age of 37. However, his daughter refused to receive the sum, thus making Ferdowsi’s Shahnameh immortal.
Later the king ordered the money be used for repairing an inn in the way from Merv to Tus, named “Robat Chaheh” so that it may remain in remembrance of the poet. This inn now lies in ruins, but still exists.
Some say that Ferdowsi's daughter inherited her father's hard earned money, and she built a new and strong bridge with a beautiful stone caravanserai nearby for travellers to rest and trade and tell stories.
Ferdowsi was buried at the yard of his own home, where his mausoleum now lies. It was not until Reza Shah Pahlavi's rule, in 1925, that a mausoleum was built for the great poet.