Mr Handsome himself... Basil.... just making my day at the British Wildlife Centre, UK

Tricolored Heron making himself known to all.

it is potentially the best medium for explaining man to himself and to his fellow man :-)

Edward Steichen

Ukraine Matters! Peace Now!!

cosmos, little theater garden, raleigh, north carolina

@Frisland

There is scarcely any writer who has not celebrated the happiness of rural privacy, and delighted himself and his reader with the melody of birds, the whisper of groves, and the murmur of rivulets. ~Samuel Johnson

The Boxdorf Windmill is a former windmill built in 1849 in Boxdorf, a district of Moritzburg.

Until 1652, the Boxdorfer and the Reichenberger farmers had to grind their grain in the Plauenschen soil and in the (somewhat closer) Ockrilla Lease Mill. With the Saxon Constitution of 1831, the grinding force fell away.

The first mill at this site, a wooden pint mill, was built in 1839 by the miller Münch from Zuendorf on the Boxdorf Galgenberg (also: Gallberg). The grinding mill was able to grind eight to ten talents of flour daily. In 1847, the mill was sold to Müller Friedrich Wilhelm Seeländer from Weferlingen near Magdeburg. The mill burned down in a thunderstorm in 1849 in full operation.

Friedrich Wilhelm sold the remains to his brother Heinrich Christoph Seeländer and ran the Loschwitz watermill himself. Heinrich Christoph rebuilt the mill in 1849 as a stone, defensive-tower-like Dutch mill. This is testified by a sandstone with an engraved year above the original entrance door. Six years later Friedrich Wilhelm returned to Boxdorf in 1855 and took over the mill again from his brother. Around 1860 the house belonging to the mill was probably destroyed by arson. The existing residential building was then built.

In the German War of 1866, the Saxon Army, allied with Austria, gathered near Dresden and occupied the mill. The miller was no longer allowed to grind grain as a pressing.

Friedrich Wilhelm Seeländer died in 1877 as a result of a war suffering. Since his descendants had other professions or were too young, the mill came into foreign hands. Friedrich Hermann Müller bought the mill with three meals and a bakery for 11,100 marks. A lightning strike on 27 June 1887 did not result in a fire. Nevertheless, the roof, wings and wave were destroyed. Since in the meantime more efficient working machinery companies had taken over the business, a repair was no longer worthwhile. The mill came to a standstill.

The owner Müller was granted a concession for coffee and beer serving in 1890. Müller opened an economy and on the tower of the mill a wooden observation deck. This was replaced in 1904 by the still existing stone structure with pinnacles.

In 1921 Paul Gantze purchased the mill and had an electric grinding plant reached inside. He moved the banquet to the neighbouring apartment building. In 1927 he built a small hall. The property became a popular excursion restaurant that was in operation until the 1950s.

Orangutan / Oeran- oetan

European Buzzard [Buteo buteo]

This youngster has been flying around my hill with his mum, for the past few weeks. They call to each other as, I assume, she is showing him how to hunt.

Here, he was sitting on a telegraph post, continually calling for his mum, who was very conspicuous in her absence. Maybe she had gone hunting by herself - or maybe she thought the time had come to loosen the apron strings and let junior get on with it by himself. Such a sad, sad sight. He was was still there, hours later, as I was returning home.

Poor wee soul!

Over my track,

South Carrick Hills

SW Scotland

“If I wait for cloudy skies

You won't know the rain from the tears in my eyes

You'll never know that I still love you so

Though the heartaches remain

I'll do my crying in the rain.”

🎼Crying In The Rain” - Everly Brothers

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I took an amazing trip with my cousins to a unique and little known Idaho gem of a cave. It is a collapsed lava tube. The ferns growing in the ring are remnants left from the passing of the last ice age. I don’t think there are any native ferns for at least a couple hundred miles in any direction from this location. The surface is an arid lava desert, typical of southern Idaho, the complete antithesis to the damp and cool cave interior.

I was overwhelmed with how magical it felt. I could easily imagine The Grail or Excalibur hovering in mystical light over the center of the fern ring, or that I had fallen into a story in which the traveler finds himself inside a fairy mound. For the record we were very courteous, didn’t make a mess and only ate/drank from our own supplies ;)

The Roman Forum's Temple of Venus and Roma, once Rome's largest temple, was designed by Emperor Hadrian himself and formally dedicated to the goddesses Venus Felix (the bringer of good fortune, representing amor {love}) and Roma Aeterna (Eternal Rome) in 135 A.D.

The temple once contained two connecting chambers, each of which represented one of the two divinities. Statues of both goddesses, Venus and Roma, were seated back-to-back on thrones where the chambers adjoined, each facing into her own chamber. (This placement was very deliberate, of course, since 'amor' is 'roma' spelled backwards.)

He who binds to himself a joy

Does the winged life destroy;

But he who kisses the joy as it flies

Lives in eternity's sun rise.

William Blake

{ ..إبتـسـم ليَ لجـلّ ترجع لي سنيني

رَشْفـة الـ ح ــــبْ خـير يقآل عـلميــاً..:

بنْـبـضكـ "نبض قلًبـــي في شَرَاييني..

كنـَه موجـزْ خَبَر عـاجل و حصْريـاً .. }

Taipei Botanical Garden (台北植物園), Taipei, Taiwan

During a short visit to Taiwan, I was treated to a rare sight of this lone male at Taipei Botanical Garden. As this species is not native to Taiwan, this male most likely had escaped from captivity or was a descendent from an escapee. It was exhibiting territorial aggression toward another lone male of a different species, Vivid Niltava, also rarely seen and shown in the next picture. With both birds liking the same tree, the White-rumped Shama preferred to keep the feeding spot to himself and often chased away the latter. This male's namesake, his white rump, is fully visible in this picture.

Bastian has placed himself strategically on the garden path...

Dushara Tatters and Rags, Dushara Cathal Caithlin (Somali cats), and Bastian (mixed breed) 15.08.2021.

Olympus OMD EM5 Digital Camera

This guy found himself in trouble. A friend called to say he was in her pool skimmer, and they were ready to add chlorine for the summer. I came over and grabbed him. Tomorrow he will be placed in a nice preserve with a pond near me. I fully expected it to be a Bullfrog.... but it's a Green Frog. These are the guys that sound like a guitar string being strummed. I asked him to pose for me, and he was gracious and was a very cooperative model.

It is baby time again! We visited one of our favorite local parks. What a pleasant surprise to see bunches of baby ducklings and goslings waddling around following mum. We spotted this little guy all by himself. He was chirping quite loudly and walking around looking for mum. Fortunately, park staff was on hand to make sure he found his way home, safe and sound. It was a lovely day.

“A person is always startled when he hears himself seriously called an old man for the first time.”

Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

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Silvano Marinelli was born in Ancona (I) in 1936, he attended the School of the Book of Urbino and dedicated himself to the creation of theatrical costumes and illustration. The comic meets him in 1970 when he begins to illustrate the adventures of Steve Damon for Il Giornalino. At the same time he carries on his passion for painting, paintings that are hosted in many exhibitions of the peninsula, attracting lively interest. The bright future is cut short by an illness and disappears on June 6, 1979.

My baby cleaning himself, miss you pretty boy

And he was successful. Seconds later, he caught a Zitting Cisticola for a meal. This is a migratory raptor from Central Asia that come in large numbers during winters to India. They can be commonly seen across the countryside and mostly in grasslands where they roost communally.

We sighted one on this fence preening and he spent around 5 minutes cleaning himself up. Then suddenly he dived flew behind the vehicle and landed in a far away field. He had a Zitting Cisticola, a small warbler in his claws which he finished pretty quickly.

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This kingbird caught himself an eastern pondhawk for a tasty snack.

The Lord himself goes before you and will be with you. He will never leave you or forsake you. Do not be afraid, do not be discouraged.

Deuteronomy 31:8

Not sure if this mocking bird puffed himself up to make himself look bigger, or maybe he was just drying off. Either way it looked cute.

(Panthera leo) 0N0A4853 Masai Mara Triangle - Kenya

Historical country house also to be opened to the public

As of 1 September, the Rijksmuseum Amsterdam will be using the historical country house, Trompenburg, as an extra location. Trompenburg, which is close to Hilversum, was built after 1677 by Admiral Cornelis Tromp (1621-1691), the son of the legendary Admiral Maarten Harpertsz Tromp. The residence, that was built to resemble a ship, will be open for use by the Rijksmuseum from 1 April to 1 October for holding lectures, small conferences and small-scale exhibitions. In addition, Trompenburg will also be opened to the public a few times each year.

A monument for the Tromp family

Throughout the years, Trompenburg House has been a home to different families, and has been in the care of the Government Buildings Agency as a monument since 1938. Cornelis Tromp, who was the commander-in-chief of the Dutch and Danish fleet, built Trompenburg as a monument for himself and his ancestors, his father in particular. The Tromp family's glory is the theme of the dome hall - which can be seen as the maritime answer to the Oranjezaal, the central chamber in Huis ten Bosch Palace. The dome hall contains the portraits of father and son Tromp and both their wives, portraits of the ships and the naval battles.

Decoration and exhibitions

Trompenburg will not be used for large exhibitions, as the country residence is too small. However, the Rijksmuseum is considering whether the house could be decorated with art works on a limited scale. Where possible, any art work that is selected will be in keeping with the themes of life on a 17th Century country estate and the maritime history of the period of 1630 and 1690.

Due to the limited capacity of Trompenburg House, the exhibitions as well as the lectures and conferences will all be small-scale. The house will be opened to the public once a month during the April-October season (six times in total). A steward will reside at Trompenburg House.

I would tell you about the things

They put me through

The pain I've been subjected to

But the lord himself would blush

The countless feasts laid at my feet

Forbidden fruits for me to eat

But i think your pulse would start to rush

Now I'm not looking for absolution

Forgiveness for the things i do

But before you come to any conclusions

Try walking in my shoes

Try walking in my shoes

You'll stumble in my footsteps

Keep the same appointments i kept

If you try walking in my shoes

If you try walking in my shoes

Morality would frown upon

Decency look down upon

The scapegoat fate's made of me

But i promise now, my judge and jurors

My intentions couldn't have been purer

My case is easy to see

I'm not looking for a clearer conscience

Peace of mind after what I've been through

And before we talk of any repentance

Try walking in my shoes

Try walking in my shoes

You'll stumble in my footsteps

Keep the same appointments i kept

If you try walking in my shoes

If you try walking in my shoes

Try walking in my shoes

Now I'm not looking for absolution

Forgiveness for the things i do

But before you come to any conclusions

Try walking in my shoes

Try walking in my shoes

You'll stumble in my footsteps

Keep the same appointments i kept

If you try walking in my shoes

You'll stumble in my footsteps

Keep the same appointments i kept

If you try walking in my shoes

Try walking in my shoes

If you try walking in my shoes

Try walking in my shoes

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Enjoy your weekend.

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Introduction

Almighty God's Word "You Should Know That the Practical God Is God Himself"

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Almighty God says, "God’s appearance in the flesh means that all of the work and words of the Spirit of God are done through His normal humanity, and through His incarnate flesh. In other words, God’s Spirit both directs His human work and carries out the work of divinity in the flesh, and in God incarnate you can see both God’s work in humanity and completely divine work; this is the real significance of the practical God’s appearance in the flesh. If you can see this clearly, you will be able to connect all of the different parts of God, and will cease to place too much of a premium on His work in divinity, and to be too dismissive of His work in humanity, and you will not go to extremes, nor take any detours. Overall, the meaning of the practical God is that the work of His humanity and of His divinity, as directed by the Spirit, is expressed through His flesh, so that people can see that He is vivid and lifelike, and real and actual."

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Whitetail Deer, Brown County, Wisconsin USA

This buck apparently worn out from an active night with the does. Warming himself in the early sunshine.

The Eyes have it !!!

You should admit

Behind them a dual Torch was lit

They look at you and have no fear

but never show a single Tear

So don’t be scared

Just be prepared

These eyes of a ghost

Are spooking himself

Up to the most

Especially when Halloween

Will soon be seen …..

(Caren)

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Old windows, old doors of Hudson, NY

Formerly Claverack Landing, Hudson was once a hub for the whaling industry — and it very nearly became New York’s capital city.

Of all the many cities and towns in our region, only one was named after Henry Hudson, the Valley’s first European visitor. How the designation came to be is, well, a whale of a tale.

Until 1784, the city of Hudson was known as Claverack Landing. It was a farming community of 10 or so families—around 150 people. But that was about to change.

In the years during and right after the Revolutionary War, the Royal Navy clamped down on American whaling— one of the biggest industries of the 18th century (especially in New England). In 1783, brothers Seth and Thomas Jenkins from Nantucket set sail for a new beginning. They found a home base in this unlikely locale—100 miles from the ocean— on a deep and safe harbor with plenty of land. Claverack Landing presented an opportunity to build a company town from scratch… which they did.

The Jenkins brothers and 28 other whalers, who became known as the Proprietors, formed a company and bought the land from Dutch families (who had previously purchased it from the native Mohicans). They laid out a city grid and put into place everything a whaling enterprise would need: ship builders, rope and sail makers, coopers, and more than a few saloons. Within three years, the city had several wharves, four warehouses, plus “a covered rope-walk, spermaceti-works, one hundred and fifty dwelling-houses, shops, barns, one of the best distilleries in America, and fifteen hundred souls,” according to the New York Journal.

On November 14, 1784, Claverack Landing became the first city to be incorporated in the brand-new United States of America. However, according to an 1862 chronicle, Historical Sketches of Hudson, the Proprietors wanted a new name. They unanimously agreed that “it should be called by the name of Hudson.” There is no record as to why they insisted on the name change, but according to the book, at least one person wasn’t happy: New York’s first governor George Clinton. He wanted Hudson named after himself.

In 1797, Hudson was one vote short of becoming the capital of New York State. Nevertheless, the city has survived and thrived, and today represents a true gem of the Hudson Valley.

Linus isn't happy because he hurt himself yesterday when a loud noise startled him and he panicked. He has a problem with one of his hind legs and is limping terribly. Most of the time he doesn't move at all, just lies down somewhere and looks miserable. The vet thinks that he has pulled a muscle but if things don't get better further examinations will be required. Fynn has a vet appointment tomorrow anyway, maybe I'll take Linus with us as I would like the vet to have another look at him before the weekend. Surprisingly Fynn is very nice to Linus, sleeps next to him and even grooms him which is something Fynn usually never does.

After knocking Lassie over (I put her back up) he seated himself, very pleased with his work, demanding a cuddle.

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seeing and recording are almost simultaneous. His output is limited only by his ability to see. For this reason it has always been my belief that an experienced photographer, given the means to devote himself entirely to creative expression, should be able to produce a tremendous amount of valuable work.

Edward Weston

HPPT! Kindness Matters!

cercis, smooth redbud, 'Celestial Plum', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina

One more year without Michael Hutchence. (22/jan/1960-22-nov-1997)

"I'm just a man

My will is so strong

When I've got plans

I close my eyes to the pain

My mother ran

My father left town

But we will have

What's necessary to go on

Flesh and blood

I'm part of you

You're part of me

There's nothing said

Tha can not be undone

My brother's sane

His heart is so strong

He's killed some pain

To himself nearly did the same

It washed away

Into the cruel sea

Like everything

That's built upon the sand..."

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Fisherman seen at Kensington Metropark near Milford Michigan.

Papa osprey caught a fish for the family! First he had to eat some for himself before sharing it! He brought the fish to the nest and then took it away to eat on a near by tree! Afterwards he came back and fed his family! I guess he needed some energy before he went out fishing again! :-)

Lesser yellowlegs looking at his own reflection. Southeastern, Connecticut Salt Marsh.

Lone man with 9km beach to himself and his dog.

Bosque Del Apache, NM

Since 1973 a villager from Mertzig, has been building a castle worthy of the name according to his own ideas. For 40 years the hard-working builder devoted every minute of his free time to the construction and made it the jewel on an island in the middle of a pond. The artist himself cut every stone of the property, which was bought by the municipality to be opened to the public.