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The XVI century grand tomb of Nasir al-Din Muhammad (throne name - Humayun) was an unfortunate second emperor of the Empire of the Great Mughals. He succeeded to the throne after death of Babur, the founder of the Empire. But unlike his formidable father, Humayun, while devout religiously and loyal to his family, was spectacularly inept, naive and inexperienced in military and government matters; his realm literally was carved up by his father's generals, and Humayun was able to regain it only because of the massive Persian military intervention on his behalf and strife between his rivals. Humayun died shortly after returning to Delhi when he fell down the stairs and hit his head. The mausoleum is inscribed by the UNESCO into the Patrimony of the Humankind.
Величественная гробница Насира аль-Дина Мухаммада (тронное имя - Хумаюн) была построена в XVI веке. Он был несчастным вторым падишахом империи Тимуридов, взошедшим на трон после смерти своего отца Бабура, основателя империи. Но в отличие от своего грозного отца, хотя Хумаюн был подчёркнуто благочестивым и преданным своей семье, он оказался невероятно неумелым, наивным и неопытным в военных и государственных делах. Его царство было поделено между его вассалами, а сам Хумаюн вынужден был искать убежица в Персии. И только благодаря масштабной военной интервенции персов, поддержавших Хумаюна, и междоусобице между своими соперниками, смог падишах вернуть себе трон. Хумаюн погиб вскоре после возвращения в Дели, споткнувшись на лестнице и ударившись головой. Мавзолей был включен ЮНЕСКО в список Наследия Человечества.
Guardian of Bifröst, the rainbow bridge between Midgard and Asgard.
The White God, ever watchful, with unmatched sight and hearing – he can hear the grass grow and see in the dark.
Gjallarhorn – sounds at Ragnarök to warn of the final battle.
Hofund – his shining sword.
Born of nine maidens of the sea (the daughters of the waves).
Creator of social order, forefather of humankind’s classes according to Rígsþula.
Heimdall and Loki slay each other at Ragnarök.
- Theodore Bikel.
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After devil’s bridge, the famous Airport Mesa was another location I missed when we first visited Sedona. The Airport Mesa viewpoint its on top of a mesa that got its name because it’s the actual location of Sedona Airport. When I reached it, I immediately understood why it was so popular. This viewpoint provides unobstructed views towards the east and the west, providing many exciting photo opportunities.
Initially, the colors in the sky were towards the easter sky, but that also meant that the rock formation was in shadows, but as the sun rose above the mountains, slowly gorgeous warm light started to pour in, lighting up the view to the west. It was too good an opportunity to miss, and since I was there well in advance, I could judge the moment perfectly and was ready. This image results from a stitched panorama from about ten images at 120mm. Over the years, I have perfected my panorama setup, and I am proud of pulling a complex panorama like this with minimum effort.
War is useless, war is pain. Everyday innocent people dying for what, for greed of one lunatic.
This is for the people of Ukraine but also for the people of Russia who don't know exactly what happen and their sons dying in the fields of Ukraine.
We are people, we are all individuals but we are one as humankind in this universe.
STOP THE WAR!
As the fog lifted, I stumbled upon the sun gleaming through the face of "Atropos Key". I don't believe it happens very often...
The artist Stewart, who believed in extraterrestrials, included cosmic symbols in the sculpture's surface..
A character in Greek mythology, Atropos (often depicted with scissors) was responsible for the destiny of humankind. Uh-oh...
I love these pieces created by The Ox King for the Hellenic Museum. They represent the three Fates of Greek mythology Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos. They were divinities in Greek mythology who presided over human life. Together, the Fates represented the inescapable destiny of humanity. In Greek mythology, the Fates were divine beings who personified the birth, life, and death of humankind.
The ruby-eyed tree frog is a species is endemic to Tanzania. Its natural habitats are subtropical or tropical moist lowland forest, subtropical or tropical moist montane forest, rivers, and intermittent freshwater marshes.
As with many species on this planet of ours, because of habitat loss its future existence hangs precariously in the balance. We may well be the lost of humankind to both witness and marvel at such wonderful creatures.
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Scientists are baffled to explain how the remains of an Automosaurus Toyotus (although the exact species is difficult to determine because of deterioration due to sea water) long thought to be extinct washed up on a beach along the Oregon coast. A typical Automosaurus is thought to have weighted from 4.000 lbs (about 1800 kg) to 9,000 pounds (about 3600kg), voraciously consumed more than 50 gallons (190 liters) of petroleum in seven days, and emitted on average about 4.6 metric tons of CO 2 per year.
This writer shudders to think how close we came to the end of not just humankind, but all life on Earth had it not been for sudden growth of feral bicycles, which hunted and drove the automosaurus to extinction. Or so we thought.
Scientists now wonder if the creatures have gathered beneath the seas where they have evolved into something perhaps even more deadly.
More about these interesting animals here:
www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S09666923240002...
Seen at Mottistone Gardens Isle of Wight
The UK has around 270 different bee species – 24 are bumblebees, one honey bee species, and the other 90% of UK bee species are solitary bees. Three are in this shot
It is thought that if bees disappeared from the planet, humankind would have less than four years to live. I don't know how true that is, but it is true that bees play vital part in the ecosystem that we rely on for food.
The Story of Höðmímir.
In the heart of an ancient forest, older than time itself, stands Höðmímir.
Neither god nor giant, but something in between, his body is woven from bark, roots, and moss. His glowing eyes pierce the mist, and ravens scatter when he moves.
This is Hoddmímir’s Holt, a place of secrets. When Ragnarok brings fire and ruin, two humans – Líf and Lífthrasir – hide here. Höðmímir is terrifying, a spirit of the forest who could crush them in an instant. Yet he does not. He guards them, for in their survival lies the hope of humankind.
Höðmímir is both threat and protector – a reminder that even in darkness, life finds a way to endure. AL
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It's tea-time and a couple of straggler commuters make their way over the splendid footbridge at Eastleigh towards the station entrance, and probably home.
Meantime their departing train, a class 450 EMU, disappears towards Southampton ready to disgorge another group.
15th June 2015
This afternoon I have visited 'The Moonwalkers' experience. It is an epic experience offering a unique perspective on humankind's past and future visits to the moon. It is narrated by Tom Hanks. The moon pictured here is projected on a wall.
I can highly recommend this immersive voyage through space travel history.
It is at the Lightroom in King's Cross, London until 21st April.....
Thanks for visiting.....
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Robin
Erithacus rubecula
The Robin's red breast and habit of living close to humankind makes it one of our most familiar birds.
Robins are widely distributed in Britain & Ireland throughout the year, from Shetland to the Channel Islands, apart from on the highest mountain tops. Robin breeding numbers increased through the last part of the 20th century and have been fairly stable since, albeit with some fluctuations.
The Robin is both a resident and also a migrant visitor to Britain during the winter months, when birds from northern and eastern Europe help to swell numbers. During particularly cold weather this pugnacious little bird can be seen sharing bird tables with several other Robins, all of them trying to defend the food source they have found.
The autumn equinox marks the balance between light and darkness.
The sun stands in equilibrium, day and night equally long.
Humankind stands between the wealth of summer and the trials of winter.
The harvest is gathered, and the gods must be thanked with sacrifice.
Grain, drink, and blood are given back to the spirits of the earth.
The fertility gods strengthen the fields for the coming spring.
The dark season approaches, and protection is sought in ritual.
At stone circles and sacred mounds, fires are lit.
The community is strengthened in feast, song, and drink.
The rhythm of nature reminds us of life’s eternal wheel.
The image shows what happens before we perform the blot at Bronseplassen.
In the picture, the farm’s Gothi gives the blood from the sacrificial animal to the Volva. You can see what happens later with the sacrificial blood here.
The Robin's red breast and habit of living close to humankind makes it one of our most familiar birds.
Robins are widely distributed in Britain & Ireland throughout the year, from Shetland to the Channel Islands, apart from on the highest mountain tops. Robin breeding numbers increased through the last part of the 20th century and have been fairly stable since, albeit with some fluctuations.
The Robin is both a resident and also a migrant visitor to Britain during the winter months, when birds from northern and eastern Europe help to swell numbers. During particularly cold weather this pugnacious little bird can be seen sharing bird tables with several other Robins, all of them trying to defend the food source they have found.
The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
T.S. Eliot
Born free, yet crawling through life as slaves. They want to get out of their enclosure, but hate the exit into freedom and the unknown. They prefer sitting to walking. This is the emotional plague of humankind. According to Wilhelm Reich, The Murder of Christ (1953). Fuji X-E2 plus Helios 44M-7 at F11. A social and psychoanalytical analysis that in my view deserves a re-appraisal. The thesis is that all our attempts at changing the world are futile as long as those who promote the change are armoured men.
This is how it is described in Norse history.
By the primal sea of the world, two tree trunks washed ashore – an ash and an elm.
They lay lifeless, without shape or power, until the gods approached.
Odin bent over them and breathed his spirit into their forms.
Höenir placed his hand upon them and gave them thought and awareness.
Lóðurr stretched out his hands, and the warmth of blood filled their veins.
The glow of skin appeared, the spark of life awoke – wood became human.
Thus were Ask and Embla created, the first of humankind, born of divine will.
From them descends the race that dwells in Midgard, bearers of spirit, mind, and the spark of life.
The gods on Mount Olympus are worried by the theories of the physicists and cosmologists. In particular, they are disturbed by the idea that the "singularity", the centre of a black hole, should be beyond any "where" or "when" and therefore open up to infinity. Infinity, the gods have decided, is reserved to them, not to created things. Infinity is not a quality found in nature but rather the result of an error of human theory. The gods are sure that a more appropriate explanation will be found. Thank you, Hermes. Leica M8, Elmar (coll.) 90/4.
Photo By: Cate Infinity
Shot in Second Life Official Viewer in Ultra. No edit.
Location: Drone Haven
Backstory: Drone Haven, a city long abandoned by humanity, stands as a haunting testament to the fleeting importance of humankind in the grand narrative of nature. Rusted skyscrapers rise from fractured earth, their decayed frames wrapped in vines and moss, bearing witness to nature’s quiet reclamation. Faded posters and graffiti whisper a warning from a forgotten era: “The End is Near!” On the city’s outskirts, a survivalist camp briefly clung to life. Dreamers and pragmatists built it as humanity’s final stand, cultivating gardens and creating shelters in defiance of the inevitable. Yet disease, dwindling resources, and discord proved stronger than their resolve. The camp fell silent, overtaken by creeping greenery, its remnants a poignant symbol of resilience overshadowed by decline. At the city’s heart lies the ruins of a once-famous butcher shop, its walls weathered and its windows shattered. Moss softens its rusted fixtures, and vines snake through every crevice. Outside, the grim message echoes: “The End is Near!” This decaying relic serves as a stark reminder of human hubris and the fragile nature of survival. Amid the ruins, drones roam like spectral caretakers. Left by their creators, these machines continue to perform their programmed duties, planting native flora during their annual Echocycle rituals. They maintain Drone Haven as a paradox—a city simultaneously embodying human ambition and nature’s enduring dominance. Yet even the drones are not eternal. As creations of humankind, they too are bound by the finite nature of energy. Like their creators, they will eventually exhaust their resources and cease to function. This juxtaposition—humanity’s ephemeral existence and its legacy in the mechanical species it forged—underscores the fragility of all things, natural or artificial. Drone Haven whispers a layered tale: a reminder that humanity, for all its self-importance, is but a fleeting presence in the face of nature’s vast, enduring cycles. In its rusted beams and flowering vines, it reflects on collapse, resilience, and the inescapable truth that all energy is finite and ultimately consumed.
"In times long past, this planet was the home of a mighty, noble race of beings who called themselves the Krell. Ethically and technologically they were a million years ahead of humankind, for in unlocking the mysteries of nature they had conquered even their baser selves, and when in the course of eons they had abolished sickness and insanity, crime and all injustice, they turned, still in high benevolence, upwards towards space. Then, having reached the heights, this all-but-divine race perished in a single night, and nothing was preserved above ground" ~ Dr. Edward Morbius (Forbidden Planet)
The lone tree in Sacramento didn't seem so lonely with the stars in the sky to keep it company. The drive to this location is very scenic with a few creeks to cross along the way. The intent of this composition was to include the fence and roadway with the tree to illustrate a sense of place and show some elements of humankind. I hope you enjoy this night image.
'I will speak in the anguish of my spirit' - Job 7.11
Detail of the Redemption windows in St Katherine's chapel in Leicester Cathedral by Thomas Denny close to the tomb of Richard III.
The artist uses methods of double-layering flashed glass, acid etching and characteristic fluid leading and less ordered shaping of the panels within each light.
Denny opted to explore Richard III as a kind of archetype for all humankind. He took vignettes from his life and turned them into stories potentially about all of us.
He found inspiration in biblical texts with themes of suffering , hazard, grief, growth, forgiveness and absolution.
Richard becomes generic, human, yet his story connects the imagination with medieval history. (Source: Glory, Azure and Gold by Reed Contemporary Books.)
“Humankind is drawn to dogs because they are so like ourselves—bumbling, affectionate, confused, easily disappointed, eager to be amused, grateful for kindness and the least attention.”
― Patricia B. McConnell
And in Baker's case, easily distracted.
Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.
Chief Seattle
"Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together … all things connect."
— attributed to Chief Seattle
Humankind learned a lot between 2500 BCE and 1248 CE, but the urge to pile stone up to the sky remained, and remains, strong.
Happy Thoughtful Thursday!
While one remembers Jesus, one should celebrate his life as an example of how to love. As one studies his teachings, one learns of a love that is divine in nature and of benefit to all of humanity. The simple truth of “Love one another” places priority upon the betterment of all humankind, by considering all people, as one spiritual family. Jesus taught:
“A new commandment I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you also must love one another.” (MSB, John 13:34)
The plain tiger or African monarch (Danaus chrysippus) is a medium-sized butterfly of the Danainae subfamily ("Milkweed butterflies") . This butterfly has captivated humankind’s attention since it was first depicted in an Egyptian tomb 3,500 years ago, making it the first ever butterfly to be recorded in history.
Its beautiful striking tawny-orange colouration serves as a warning to predators that this species is distasteful, which ultimately deters predators from attacking. Framing the startlingly orange hues is a bold black border interlaced with white specks. The wingspan is about 7–8 cm. The male plain tiger is smaller than the female, but more brightly colored. The body is black with many white spots.
This widespread butterfly can be found across the entire African continent, southern Europe, the Middle East, eastwards throughout most of Asia south of the Himalayas, southern China and Japan to southeast Asia, Indonesia and even tropical Australia.
De kleine monarchvlinder (Danaus chrysippus) is een vlinder uit de onderfamilie Danainae (monarchvlinders) binnen de familie Nymphalidae (schoenlappers, parelmoervlinders en zandoogjes).
Op een 3500 jaar oude graftombe in Luxor (Egypte) wordt een fresco van deze kleine monarchvlinder weergegeven. De tekening is daarmee vermoedelijk de oudste afbeelding van een vlinder.
De hoofdkleur is oranje-geel-bruin, de bovenkant van de vleugels is wat donkerder en helderder om roofvogels af te schrikken. De onderkant is bleker om in rust met gesloten vleugels niet op te vallen. De vleugelpunten zijn zwart met grote witte vlekken. De randen van de vleugels zijn zwart met kleine witte vlekjes. Het lichaam is zwart met witte puntjes. De vleugelspanwijdte varieert tussen 70 en 80 mm. Het mannetje is iets kleiner dan het vrouwtje.
De wijdverspreide kleine monarchvlinder komt voor op het hele Afrikaanse continent, zuidoost Europa, het Midden-Oosten, oostwaarts door het grootste deel van Azië ten zuiden van de Himalaya, Zuid-China, Japan, zuidoost Azië, Indonesië en zelfs tropische Australië.
Deze opname is gemaakt in de overdekte vlindertuin NaturoSpace in Honfleur (Normandië, Frankrijk).
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Covid: The consequences of wet markets, caging together and slaughtering all sorts of different animals from different ecosystems, eating pretty much everything alive and fucking too much with nature. We’ve now also melted the permafrost in the arctic tundra. Only a matter of time before some other formerly frozen pathogen from thousands of years ago, wakes, to wreak another plague on humankind.
Photo By: Cate Infinity
Collaborative Build By: Dia G and Myrdin Sommer
In the end "All prayers went unanswered"
Location: Drone Haven
Drone Haven, a city long abandoned by humanity, stands as a haunting testament to the fleeting importance of humankind in the grand narrative of nature. Rusted skyscrapers rise from fractured earth, their decayed frames wrapped in vines and moss, bearing witness to nature’s quiet reclamation. Faded posters and graffiti whisper a warning from a forgotten era: “The End is Near!” On the city’s outskirts, a survivalist camp briefly clung to life. Dreamers and pragmatists built it as humanity’s final stand, cultivating gardens and creating shelters in defiance of the inevitable. Yet disease, dwindling resources, and discord proved stronger than their resolve. The camp fell silent, overtaken by creeping greenery, its remnants a poignant symbol of resilience overshadowed by decline. At the city’s heart lies the ruins of a once-famous butcher shop, its walls weathered and its windows shattered. Moss softens its rusted fixtures, and vines snake through every crevice. Outside, the grim message echoes: “The End is Near!” This decaying relic serves as a stark reminder of human hubris and the fragile nature of survival. Amid the ruins, drones roam like spectral caretakers. Left by their creators, these machines continue to perform their programmed duties, planting native flora during their annual Echocycle rituals. They maintain Drone Haven as a paradox—a city simultaneously embodying human ambition and nature’s enduring dominance. Yet even the drones are not eternal. As creations of humankind, they too are bound by the finite nature of energy. Like their creators, they will eventually exhaust their resources and cease to function. This juxtaposition—humanity’s ephemeral existence and its legacy in the mechanical species it forged—underscores the fragility of all things, natural or artificial. Drone Haven whispers a layered tale: a reminder that humanity, for all its self-importance, is but a fleeting presence in the face of nature’s vast, enduring cycles. In its rusted beams and flowering vines, it reflects on collapse, resilience, and the inescapable truth that all energy is finite and ultimately consumed.
️🔮Goodbye ️
A vision for a highrise cultural palace to house cultural relics of our times inside a huge glass pyramid topped by a vertical data storage to keep the digital legacy of humankind safe for times to come.
This image was brought to life by various AI programs and Photoshop.
We had a bit of a freeze last night, and it was very foggy all day, I spotted this just as I was heading out of the door to go Christmas shopping with my friend, and true to type, I had to dash back inside for my camera, to heck with the shopping!!!! It was worth it though :)
a bit allegorical, but I couldn't resist. There was a slight rise in temperature, enough for a bit of melt, then a drop in temperatures, causing ice to form.
© Reza Ghasemi
Nature is an art created by God while its understanding is an art formed by humankind.
“There must be special places on earth for the solemn praise of God, places where this praise is formed into the greatest perfection of which humankind is capable. From such places it can ascend to heaven for the whole church and have an influence on the church’s members; it can awaken the interior life in them and make them zealous for external unanimity.”
-Edith Stein
WWT Slimbridge.
The Robin's red breast and habit of living close to humankind makes it one of our most familiar birds.
Robins are widely distributed in Britain & Ireland throughout the year, from Shetland to the Channel Islands, apart from on the highest mountain tops. Robin breeding numbers increased through the last part of the 20th century and have been fairly stable since, albeit with some fluctuations.
The Robin is both a resident and also a migrant visitor to Britain during the winter months, when birds from northern and eastern Europe help to swell numbers. During particularly cold weather this pugnacious little bird can be seen sharing bird tables with several other Robins, all of them trying to defend the food source they have found. (BTO).
My thanks to anyone who views, faves or comments on any of my photos. It is much appreciated.
Excerpt from winterstations.com:
Throughout history, humankind has always strived to learn and be inspired by nature to engage in new experiences and provide a better life for themselves and others. Nature is the source of inspiration for architects, artists and scientists. It’s our origin and destination. Including not only external environments such as clouds, trees, sea, mountains and animals, but also buildings, components and materials. By building structures with forms familiar to us, creating two-dimensional graphics, and architecture with thickness, depth and volume, it can complement nature and be part of it. The Epitonium creates a beautiful, functional landscape. This idea causes natural shelters to become a refuge. The design is inspired by epitonium, a type of seashell, and is in great harmony with its location.
Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.
Chief Seattle, 1855
Humankind has not woven the web of life.
We are but one thread within in.
Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves.
All things are bound together. All things connect.
(Chief Seattle)
(photo by Freya)
Smile on Saturday! :-) - Thread
Like most folk I had wanted to capture the new year at dawn but as a consequence of humankind's worst ever invention, 'Karaoke', echoing late into the night, I guess it was never going to happen. So, as I've lost all ability to go about my day in the usual manner, my eyelids still stuck together through whatever it was I was drowning my sorrows in, here's something a little different for a change.
For what it's worth, try to have the best year you can and focus on what really makes you happy, the happiness of other people whose lives you touch depends on it and it's why we're all here after all.
Walg Fan -
"I'm Just Here for the Hate" walg…
a Black metal act that was founded during the 2021 pandemic. After losing sight of each other for a couple of years, composer Robert Koning and vocalist Yorick Keijzer joined forces again.
WALG (en: disgust) is inspired by the stupid and overall sickening humankind. Despair, loathing, gloom & melancholy are the main ingredients for their unique blend of emotional Black Metal. - walgmetal.com/