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In the image created by Nesterov, the beautiful face of the Virgin Mary is full of maternal happiness, kindness and humility.
“A mother giving birth to a baby to unheard of suffering, a mother whose heart is pierced by the sword of sadness and warmed by the bright joy of birth - she is full of Nesterov’s unearthly charm.... And the martyrs, giving their flesh to be torn to pieces, joyfully tasting the beauty of pain and torment, opening the arms of death in providence and eternal closeness to God, these are unforgettable images.” This is how Mstislav Vladimirovich Farmakovsky (1873 - 1946) - art critic, archaeologist, artist, doctor of historical sciences, professor.- speaks about this debut work of Nesterov, an icon painter.
The iconostasis of the chapel in the choir consists of a black marble base with golden veins, double columns of gray marble, connected by a Gordian knot, with white carved capitals. Above the columns are beautifully carved massive arches made of white marble with inlay in the form of a wide belt of reddish marble. Iconostasis the upper aisle, in contrast to the main iconostasis, has both northern and southern doors.
Богородиця з дитиною Ісусом. Фрагмент ікони іконостасу. Володимирський собор. Бічна каплиця Св. Ольги на хорах над південною навою. Художник Михайло Нестеров.
У образі, створеному Нестеровим, прекрасне обличчя Богородиці повне материнського щастя, доброти та покори.
«Мати, що народжує немовля на нечувані страждання, мати, серце якої пронизане мечем печалі і зігріта світлою радістю народження, - вона повна у Нестерова неземної чарівності .... І мученики, що віддають тіло на розтерзання, радісно смакують красу болю і муки, розкривають у провидінні та вічній близькості до Бога, - це образи незабутні». Так відгукується про цю дебютну роботу Нестерова - іконописця Мстислав Володимирович Фармаковський (1873 - 1946) - мистецтвознавець, археолог, художник; доктор історичних наук, професор.
Іконостас вівтаря на хорах складається з цоколя чорного мармуру із золотистими жилками, із подвійних колон із сірого мармуру, пов'язаних гордієвим вузлом, із білими різьбленими капітелями. Над колонами - чудово різані масивні арки з білого мармуру з інкрустацією у вигляді широкого пояса з червоного мармуру. Іконостас верхнього бічного вівтаря на відміну від головного іконостасу, має і північні, і південні двері.
Nach anfänglichen Drohgebärden gab sich dieser Schwan ganz demütig und graziös gegenüber mir. Aus einer bodennahen Perspektive konnte ich ihn in dieser schönen Pose einfangen, die seine Eleganz und ruhige Ausstrahlung perfekt widerspiegelt.
After some initial threatening gestures, this swan settled into a humble and graceful demeanor before me. I was able to capture it in this beautiful pose from a low perspective, perfectly reflecting its elegance and serene presence.
Thank you for your humility, creativity and above all: friendship. I needed to process the news; how is it someone so positive and open can suddenly no longer be around, without having ever even hinted to it being a possibility? you have always in some scope been involved in my many mad roleplays at Mischief Managed, whether it was as an unruly teenager, or as a fellow Vampire, you were present. One of our last conversations was of you wanting us to roleplay again. I wish we had. You are so missed.
They wear their artificial beauty with humility
and know that in the world of authenticity
they are inferior in all ways but fragility.
For delicate beauty fades and wilts with time.
Humbly they wear their elements of cloth and wire,
knowing they will endure long past the garden rose’s day.
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"I am humility, nothing more and nothing less. I am one blade of grass in a sea of grass. I am one wave in an endless ocean of waves. I am one glowing star in a galaxy of stars." ~ Frederick Lenz
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I love what Chuck Swindoll always says. That “God is not sometimes sovereign. He is always sovereign.” The challenge that awaits us is to not give in to despair…to not do foolish things, but to trust.
The key question that we all need to be asking right now is, “What is God saying to us?” I think He’s talking to the whole world. I think He’s telling us that our priorities have gotten misplaced. We need to dislodge those priorities and return to our heavenly Father. I think He’s calling us back to Himself. I do…I do.
Is this a signal of end times as some people are saying? I do not know. But I do know God is doing something in the world and He’s calling upon us. He’s talking to the whole world. And we are going to get through this. It may not be quick. It may not be easy. But God is going to use this for good.
Max Lucado
"'Thank you' is the best prayer that anyone can say. I say that one a lot. It expresses gratitude, humility and understanding." - Alice Walker
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On all the faces on the icons that Nesterov created for the Volodymyr Cathedral, calmness, humility and pacification prevail. Inner life attracted the artist much more than human passions, because he was a deep believer and religion accompanied him from birth. He probably understood that extreme emotions of sadness and passion are brought to the temple by the majority of believers who are suffering. And the longer they look at the Mother of God with the Child, the calmer and more confident they should become, gradually realizing the worthlessness of a personal request before the tragedy of the Mother of God.
Богородиця з дитиною Ісусом. Фрагмент ікони іконостасу. Володимирський собор. Бічна каплиця святих великомучеників Бориса та Гліба на хорах над північною навою. Художник Михайло Нестеров.
На всіх обличчях на іконах, які Нестеров створив для Володимирського собору, панує спокій, покора і умиротворення. Життя внутрішнє приваблювало художника набагато більше, ніж пристрасті людські, адже він був глибоко віруючим і релігія супроводжувала його від народження. Напевно він розумів, що граничні емоції смутку та пристрасті приносять до храму більшість страждаючих допомоги віруючі. І чим довше вони дивляться на Богоматір з Немовлям, тим спокійнішими і впевненішими мають вони стати, поступово усвідомити нікчемність особистого прохання перед трагедією Богоматері.
В ракурсе, в позе, более характерной для жанровой сцены, пишет «Богоматерь с Младенцем» Нестеров.
«..в смысле стиля, в ней нет, конечно, Византии, а скорее - Франция» - признавался сам художник. [стр.96]
/Нестеров М.В. Письма, 2-изд. переработанное и дополненное, Искусство, 1988./
Two gulls on Lake Ontario's shoreline.
I wish you a blessed, Safe and healthy Sunday and week ahead!
In this period of Arctic summer, I cannot help remembering my trip in Greenland 2 years ago. I plan to return there in 2023, and hope that the effect of the global warming will not be too visible.
(Greenland, Disko Bay, Aug. 19)
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Who is wise and understanding among you? Let them show it by their good life, by deeds done in the humility that comes from wisdom.
James 3:13
(Ploceus castaneiceps)
Leganga - Arusha
Tanzânia
We just returned from about two weeks spent in Tanzania, and I have to say it was by far our worst trip ever. The country, the people, the landscapes, and the birdlife and wildlife in general warrant a return visit — but the guide we somewhat naively chose was an absolute disaster.
A presumptuous, egocentric, narcissistic, arrogant, Trump-supporting, climate-change-denying, constantly self-flattering individual who fancies himself a great photographer (he describes his own photos as "fucking good").
His photos are mediocre, some even out of focus, but for a birder just looking to document sightings, that’s normal, and I accepted it. If only he’d had the humility to simply show us the birds and let us handle the photography. Instead, every time we had a chance to photograph a bird, he’d lecture us on how we should do it—even scolding us for checking our shots on the camera. He never did that himself, using his Nikon D850 (what a waste) almost in point-and-shoot mode (his own words).
He kept insisting he was a photographer and knew all about the importance of light, but every single day, we saw it was pure theory—he had zero practical skills. He’d constantly forget and sulk when we pointed it out. Basically, if the background was blue sky, the light was good; if it was cloudy, the light was bad. That was the extent of his knowledge of light and photography.
On the very first day, his first attempt was taking us to a lake hoping to find an African Black Duck. Well, as our friend A. Guerra would say, ironically, when things go bad, at least we didn’t see it—because the photos would have been a complete disaster. The access to the lake was directly facing the sun, with glare all over the water. It would have been a huge frustration.
At the middle of day, with terrible strong light, he decided show us a colony of Taveta Weavers — only for our disappointment to deepen as they were entirely backlit. When we mentioned the lighting issue, he simply ignored us (something he’d do systematically for as long as we endured him). I had to push through thick vegetation and small water ditches to find a better angle, while he seemed annoyed at how long we took to get a decent shot.
(Another thing that bothered him was us not knowing a species’ name or mispronouncing it.)
But that was just the first day. The following days were a series of unpleasant situations, multiple arguments — the last one shouting — until we gave up on his services (already paid for) and had to scramble for an alternative. I’ll talk about that in future posts.
I won’t name him here, but if you send me a private message, I’ll tell you who he is — so my friends don’t make the same mistake we did.
The only partially positive thing I can say is that, with the help of local guides, he did find the hardest-to-spot species—even if it meant risking our lives, subjecting us to two hours of being thrown around in the vehicle while completely lost off any passable trail (even for a 4x4). Not to mention his dangerously reckless driving on main roads.
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Acabámos de regressar de cerca de duas semanas passadas na Tanzânia e, tenho de dizer, foi de longe a nossa pior viagem de sempre. O país, as pessoas, as paisagens e a avifauna e fauna em geral merecem claramente uma nova visita — mas o guia que escolhemos, de forma algo ingénua, foi um verdadeiro desastre.
Um indivíduo presunçoso, egocêntrico, narcisista, arrogante, Trumpista, negacionista das alterações climáticas, sempre a autoelogiar-se, que se julga um grande fotógrafo (descreve as próprias fotos como “fucking good”).
As fotos dele são medianas, algumas até desfocadas, mas para um observador de aves que só quer registar os avistamentos, isso é normal — e eu aceitava. Se ao menos tivesse tido a humildade de simplesmente nos mostrar as aves e deixar a fotografia connosco. Em vez disso, sempre que havia uma oportunidade para fotografar uma ave, fazia questão de nos dar uma lição sobre como o devíamos fazer — chegando mesmo a ralhar connosco por vermos as fotos no ecrã da câmara. Ele próprio nunca o fazia, usando a NIkon D850 (que desperdício) quase em modo point-and-shot (palavras dele).
Insistia constantemente que era fotógrafo e que percebia a importância da luz, mas todos os dias víamos que isso era só teoria — não tinha qualquer implementação prática. Esquecia-se de coisas básicas e ficava amuado quando lho fazíamos notar. Basicamente, se o fundo era céu azul, a luz era boa; se estava nublado, a luz era má. Esse era o nível do seu "conhecimento" sobre luz e fotografia.
Logo no primeiro dia, a primeira tentativa foi levar-nos a um lago à procura do pato-preto-africano. Bem, como diria o nosso amigo A. Guerra, ironicamente, quando as coisas correm mal, ao menos não o vimos — porque as fotos teriam sido um desastre completo. O acesso ao lago era de frente para o sol, com irritantes reflexos de luz sobre cada molécula de água. Teria sido uma frustração enorme.
A meio do dia, com uma luz fortíssima e péssima, decidiu levar-nos a uma colónia de Tecelões-de-cabeça-ruiva — apenas para a nossa desilusão aumentar ao vermos que estavam completamente contra a luz, já de si péssima devido à hora do dia. Quando mencionámos o problema da iluminação, simplesmente ignorou-nos (algo que passou a fazer sistematicamente enquanto o aturámos). Tive de abrir caminho por vegetação densa e atravessar pequenos regos de água para conseguir um ângulo melhor, enquanto ele parecia irritado com o tempo que demorávamos a conseguir uma fotografia decente.
(Outra coisa que o incomodava era não sabermos o nome de uma espécie ou pronunciá-lo mal.)
Mas isso foi só o primeiro dia. Os dias seguintes foram uma sucessão de situações desagradáveis, várias discussões — a última já aos gritos — até que desistimos dos seus serviços (já pagos) e tivemos de procurar uma alternativa à pressa. Falarei disso em publicações futuras.
Não o vou nomear aqui, mas se me enviarem uma mensagem privada, direi quem é — para que os meus amigos não cometam o mesmo erro que nós.
A única coisa parcialmente positiva que posso dizer é que, com a ajuda de guias locais, ele de facto encontrou as espécies mais difíceis de localizar — mesmo que isso implicasse pôr a nossa vida em risco, sujeitando-nos a duas horas aos solavancos num veículo completamente perdido fora de qualquer trilho transitável (mesmo para um 4x4). Sem falar da condução perigosamente imprudente nas estradas principais.
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All my photos are now organized into sets by the country where they were taken, by taxonomic order, by family, by species (often with just one photo for the rarer ones), and by the date they were taken.
So, you may find:
- All the photos for this trip Tanzânia (2025)
- All the photos for this order PASSERIFORMES
- All the photos for this family Ploceidae (Ploceídeos)
- All the photos for this species Ploceus castaneiceps
- All the photos taken this day 2025/04/22
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"Life is a long lesson in humility." - James M. Barrie
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Today was a much better day and I'm not nearly as sour as I was yesterday. Thank goodness! I bet everyone around me is in agreement that it's a good thing that my mood has lifted.
I don't usually get as aggitated as I was yesterday, but everything and everyone was under my skin and I just couldn't shake it.
Even as the night wore on, the mood was festering and keeping me awake. Finally it wore off and I was able to sleep for a couple hours.
Today though, I guess that bit of sleep did me good because I'm coming back to my usual self.
Hope everyone has had a good day.
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Do you wish to rise? Begin by descending. You plan a tower that will pierce the clouds? Lay first the foundation of humility. Saint Augustine
*happy descending bokeh wednesday*
As with profiles of people, stately buildings like the Applewood Estate can have their good side, even or especially when shrouded by Michigan's greenery, as shown here. The ample rain all summer here has kept the grass, bushes, and trees so lush green. I saw this one in my mind's eye and wanted to capture these estate peeks. Hope you like it. This is our Biltmore, with a strong dash of Mott family humility.
With humility and respect, I share with you these images found in a tiny desert cemetary in central New Mexico. The simple monuments bear witness to the loss felt by those left behind, and the hardscrabble lives of those who have moved on.
Istanbul has a population speeding towards 20 million, its chaotic sprawl stretching from the fringe of Europe to deep into Asian Anatolia, the tide of humanity not only ebbs and flows it grapples, struggles and despite the body blows of urban gentrification it survives and does so often with humility.
For a street photographer, and am not really comfortable with the rank but I am a photographer and the streets do provide my subjects, Istanbul is a feracious playground.
I had been asked to help run a workshop for some visiting street photographers and had set out to scout some new locations, the old Khans of Istanbul provide excellent settings, you only have to watch the movies Taken and James Bond to recognize the potential, the ancient Caravansaries once served as bed and board for traders, the horses tethered in stables around a courtyard and the traveling salesmen would relax on the upper levels with whatever the Ottomans used prior to cable television.
These days the Khans are shops and ad-hoc workshops and as I wandered the upper most level of one a man stepped out of low arched doorway, his face blackened from the grime of his blacksmith forge, with his hands on his hips his stare unnerving, there are times though when you really cannot turn down an opportunity, I stopped and asked if I can take his picture, he seemed bemused I would want to do that but accepted, I shot, thanked him and moved on, he made one parting tongue in cheek comment of being African, possibly only then realizing why I had been so interested to photograph him.
Now normally it is about now the story would end, not quite, arriving home I edited the image and pleased with the result uploaded to my Facebook page, an hour or so later checking the notifications I noticed a new follower who had commented in Turkish, the translation said, “hey that’s me in the photograph” and sure enough it was. I am still not sure exactly how he found the image so quickly and can only assume the diligent use of appropriate hash tags connected me to Murat in this teaming teapot of a city of 20 million, he was very happy with the picture and very soon shared with his family and friends, I am taking him a print although finding the same workshop in the labyrinth will be a challenge.
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John Wreford is a freelance photographer based in Istanbul, Turkey.
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They're fascinating at all growth stages, but I think these hosta leaves show best right at the end of their lives. Explore, December 10, 2008 #290
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Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why
Why can't we live together
Tell me why, tell me why
Why can't we live together
Everybody wants to live together
Why can't we be together
No more war, no more war, no more war
Just a little peace
No more war, no more war
All we want
Is some peace in this world
Everybody wants to live together
Why can't we be together
No matter, no matter what color
You are still my brother
I said no matter, no matter what color
You are still my brother
Everybody wants to live together
Why can't we be together...
I got my city right behind me, if I fall, they got me. Learn from that failure, gain humility and then we keep marching I said...
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So stick up ivy and the bays,
And then restore the heathen ways.
Green will remind you of the spring,
Though this great day denies the thing.
And mortifies the earth and all
But your wild revels, and loose hall.
Could you wear flowers, and roses strow
Blushing upon your breasts’ warm snow,
That very dress your lightness will
Rebuke, and wither at the ill.
The brightness of this day we owe
Not unto music, masque, nor show:
Nor gallant furniture, nor plate;
But to the manger’s mean estate.
His life while here, as well as birth,
Was but a check to pomp and mirth;
And all man’s greatness you may see
Condemned by His humility.
Then leave your open house and noise,
To welcome Him with holy joys,
And the poor shepherd’s watchfulness:
Whom light and hymns from heaven did bless.
What you abound with, cast abroad
To those that want, and ease your load.
Who empties thus, will bring more in;
But riot is both loss and sin.
Dress finely what comes not in sight,
And then you keep your Christmas right.
Henry Vaughan, "The True Christmas"
Lilies symbolize humility, devotion, virtue, friendship, and sympathy. Images of lilies have been dated as far back as 1580 BC at a villa in Crete. The Greeks thought it had sprouted from the milk of Hera, the queen of the gods. In Christianity, the white lily symbolizes Mary as the Queen of Angels and the Easter Lily represents Jesus having risen from the dead. Thus, they are often used at funerals to symbolize restored innocence and life after death.