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Silence is therefore important even in the life of faith and in our deepest encounter with God. We cannot always be talking, praying in words or keeping up a kind of devout background music. Much of our well-meant interior religious dialogue is, in fact, a smoke screen and an evasion. Much of it is simply self-reassurance and in the end is little better than self-justification. Instead of really meeting God in the nakedness of faith in which our inmost being is laid bare before Him, we act out an inner ritual that has not function but to allay anxiety.
-Thomas Merton, Learning to Love, 42
Two pilgrims on the banks of the Rhine, gazing at Cologne Cathedral—one of the most important landmarks of the Christian West.
Religious symbolism meets modern infrastructure, quiet contemplation meets lively urban space.
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Zwei Pilgerinnen am Ufer des Rheins, den Blick auf den Kölner Dom gerichtet – eines der bedeutendsten Wahrzeichen des christlichen Abendlandes.
Religiöse Symbolik trifft auf moderne Infrastruktur, stille Betrachtung auf lebendigen Stadtraum.
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Újezd is an important traffic junction as it serves both automotive and tramway traffic. Here you will also find the funicular to the famous Petřín Hill and many cool pubs and bars that are worth a visit. More importantly, there is a memorial to the victims of Communism located at the base of Petřín Hill - it is a rather disturbing series of statues dedicated to the victims of the Communist era between 1948-1989.
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Pyrmont Bridge is an important historic and architectural landmark in Sydney, recognized for its innovative engineering and contribution to the city's transport infrastructure. Today, the bridge is used primarily by pedestrians and cyclists, providing a scenic route across Darling Harbour and easy access from the suburb of Pyrmont to the central city.
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A wider take on this scene moments before sunset.
Having completed turning this welded rail train on the yard lead via CPF 197 and 196 this CSXT/Pan Am Rigby yard crew is headed back to the yard with the train as they catch the last glow of evening sun. It will be doubled to the rear of M426 and head to Waterville the next morning ultimately destined for the track project going on between Northern Maine Junction and Mattawamkeag as CSXT rebuilds the old Maine Central mainline they purchased last year.
The crew has a nice merger pair of geeps in the form of MEC 514 and CSXT 2548, the former of which is a GP40-2W blt. Apr. 1976 as CN 9655 and the latter a GP38-2 blt. Nov. 1973 as SCL 548 and delivered in black and yellow. They are on Main 1 of 1500 ft long double track bridge over the Fore River with the warehouses of Merrill's Marine Terminal (owned by New England based Sprague Energy since 2005), an important railroad customer, visible at center behind the train.
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Saturday February 18, 2023
One of the most important Baroque pilgrimage churches in Germany is the Basilica of the Vierzehnheiligen in Bad Staffelstein, Upper Franconia.
Construction of the church began in 1743, but wasn't completed until 1772.
The planning process until construction could finally begin was confusing and complicated.
The origins of the pilgrimage lie in the Middle Ages: in 1445, the shepherd of the monastery (Langheim Monastery) saw a crying child in a field, which disappeared as he approached. This child appeared to the shepherd three times, and on July 2, 1446, he and a woman witnessed two burning candles descending from heaven at this spot. Shortly thereafter, a miraculous healing occurred at exactly the same spot. The miraculous healing was then recognized by the nearby Langheim Monastery (this monastery no longer exists). A pilgrimage quickly gained momentum, and the first church was built. A pilgrimage brings in revenue, and, as so often happens, a dispute erupts over this revenue. The dispute was between Langheim Monastery and Staffelstein, which was the responsible parish. An arbitration court ruled that the church and the offerings should remain in Langheim, but that a third of the revenue must be paid to the Bishop of Bamberg. In return, the bishop must bear a share of the construction costs, provided he knows the plans and agrees. In other words, no construction can take place without the bishop's consent.
In 1693, the Bishop of Bamberg demanded the third of the pilgrimage revenue he was entitled to from Langheim Monastery. The abbot countered by reminding the bishop that the diocese had long since failed to fulfill its proportional construction obligations, and he presented the bishop with an expert opinion on the necessity of a new building. The dispute fizzled out; the diocese was not expected to pay.
The planning confusion began. The protagonists were the Abbot of Langheim, Stephan Mösinger, and Bishop Friedrich Carl von Schönborn. They now negotiate who will pay what. The bishop succeeds in getting Langheim Abbey to bear the costs alone, but in return the pilgrimage fees are reduced. However, the building plans still have to be signed off by the bishop.
Since his abbey now has to bear the costs, the abbot wants to keep them as low as possible. He commissions the Weimar court architect Gottfried Heinrich Krohne to redesign the church. Krohne, himself a Protestant, has no sympathy for a rural pilgrimage. This is reflected in his plans. The bishop rejects Krohne's plans. The plans for the pilgrimage church are abandoned. The abbot turns to the redesign and construction of the monastery church. He hires Balthasar Neumann for this task. His plans for the new monastery church overshadow all other Baroque church plans. The project is abandoned, and the abbot has to turn his attention back to Vierzehnheiligen. In the meantime, the bishop has commissioned his court architect, Jakob Michael Küchel, to design the pilgrimage church. However, the bishop rejects these plans, deeming them too expensive. At the same time, the abbot commissioned Balthasar Neumann to draw up plans. These plans were approved, but secretly the abbot wanted to forgo the brick vaults for cost reasons. The abbot's master builder Krohne was to begin construction based on Neumann's plans, but as a cost-effective version. On April 23, 1743, the foundation stone was laid, and by December the walls in the choir and transept area were three meters high. Becoming suspicious, the bishop sent Balthasar Neumann and Küchel to Vierzehnheiligen for an inspection. Neumann was shocked; Krohne deviated significantly from Neumann's plans, surely on the abbot's instructions. The bishop blamed Krohne solely, and the abbot dismissed the master builder. Bamberg now took control, and the road was clear for Neumann. And Neumann now showed why he was one of the leading Baroque architects; he was at his best. In 1744, he presented his plans for the new building, incorporating the walls that had already been built. He completely redesigned the building, with the vault being the greatest challenge. Neumann died in 1753 and did not live to see its completion. His master mason, Thomas Nissler, continued the work in Neumann's spirit. The church was consecrated in 1772.
What would Vierzehnheiligen be without its fantastic stucco decorations and frescoes (unfortunately, since a fire caused by lightning in 1835, water damage because the temporary roof was built too late, and whitewashing in the late 19th century, the frescoes have suffered greatly today).
Johann Michael Feichtmayr and his workshop, together with Johann Georg Üblhör, all masters of their craft, were responsible for the magnificent stucco and the freestanding altar of grace. Feichtmayr also designed the high altar.
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Archaeological Park of Segóbriga is one of the most important archaeological sites from the Roman period in Spain. Amazingly not many tourists, Fortunate on a weekday had part to ourselves, made it even more mysterious Only 45 min ride out of Madrid
Mameda Town and its surroundings, which developed as a townspeople's land during the Tenryo period, retained a lot of land division at the time of residence, and traditional buildings remain well as a group, so the range of about 10.7 hectares was selected as a national important preservation district for groups of traditional buildings on December 10, 2004.
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The photo above is far from perfect - believe me, I'm aware. But I'm still very proud of the shot: because getting it was such an excruciatingly long process that it drove me to the brink of insanity. I'm afraid the anecdote that follows is equally long (though hopefully only half as excruciating 😉), but especially for birders it might be interesting.
To provide some context: In the winter of '23 I started feeding the birds in my garden on a huge tree trunk which I'd dragged underneath the fig tree right opposite my wooden shed. And it was through a small hole in that shed's wall that I was then able to photograph my unsuspecting avian guests from a distance of not even two meters (that's a story in and of itself, you can read all about here: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/52994208987/in/datepo... )
Using the shed as a blind was a game-changer for me; I hadn't managed to produce more than a single usable bird photo in the years before, and now within only a few weeks I succeeded in capturing most of the regular visitors to my garden (nuthatch, blue tit, great tit, marsh tit, dunnock, Italian sparrow and many more) up close and in great detail - yet I wasn't satisfied.
The reason for that was simple: the most beautiful bird in the neighborhood - a Eurasian jay - had so far eluded my camera. I was hell-bent on capturing that fella, but he stubbornly and consistently refused to play along. I'm aware not all jays of the species Garrulus glandarius are that difficult to photograph, but unlucky for me, mine was a regular diva and obvious VIB (that's short for Very Important Bird - in case you wondered 😉), and he behaved as such.
On the few occasions that Mr. Jay did grace my garden with his presence - and I could observe this through a window from the house - he would fly onto a branch of the fig tree right above my buffet for birds, sit there for maybe twenty seconds contemplating what was on display below, only to then fly away again (and I swear I could see him wrinkle his nose - or rather beak - before he took off 😉).
To be fair, it probably wasn't just the menu that didn't convince him; I'm pretty sure this jay knew something fishy (or worse: human) was going on in the shed, and my sunflower seeds and peanuts - which he could probably also get from birdhouses nearby where no paparazzi were lurking - just weren't good enough for him to be willing to take a risk.
Naturally I also tried other delicacies, ranging from fresh apples to grapes to raisins and other dried fruit, but nothing worked; Mr. VIB remained suspicious, which was more than a little frustrating.
Now at this point it might be worth mentioning what probably every birder already knows, namely that Eurasian jays are incredibly clever. If they don't want to have their picture taken and you insist, well, then it becomes a battle of wills between you and the smartest guy in the woods.
It becomes a game of chess, but one where you're up against a grandmaster: only you don't know it yet (unbeknownst to many, every insane asylum comes with a special wing that is reserved for wildlife photographers who tried to get a jay photo - the so called "Jay Wing" - where only the toughest and most experienced psychiatrists are allowed to treat the poor souls 😉).
I had no luck with the jay all winter, but I wasn't ready to give up (nor was I ready to have myself admitted to the "Jay Wing" - yet 😉). Once spring arrived, I hoped to attract Mr. Bluewings with a special treat. Growing up near a fruit orchard, I knew how much Eurasian jays loved cherries, and in May I could finally get the first fresh ones - still imports - from the store.
That timing was crucial, because the cherry trees around my village didn't bear any ripe fruit yet that could have competed with mine - though they would be soon. So there was now this very small window of time where I was able to offer our local "star" the kind of exclusive VIB-treatment that he clearly demanded.
And it worked... almost. It took a few days, during which the jay probably observed the tree trunk from afar (I imagined him with binoculars, in a trench-coat and with a fedora hat like a private eye from the 1940s 😉 ), but eventually he couldn't resist the juicy bribe, and he indeed came to collect the cherries.
The only problem was: the clever devil timed his raids on the buffet so perfectly that I was never in the shed when he did it. It was crazy, but I never even saw him from the house; once the cherries started disappearing, I just assumed it had to be him, because the other birds showed zero interest in anything other than the nuts and the seeds.
For almost a week the same story kept repeating itself (with slight variations): sometime during the day - and never at the same time - the cherries were being collected. The thief never took more than four or five, and it always happened within a time frame of around ten minutes (this I deducted because I checked the tree trunk at pretty close intervals) - and without exception during a moment when I wasn't there to witness it.
By now it was obvious that the jay had the house and the shed under constant surveillance, probably from a high vantage point up in the trees outside my garden where he could even see me through the windows, while I couldn't see him. It drove me nuts: the meticulousness and stealth with which this fella went about his cherry-thieving business were simply unreal!
He might have been a diva, but he showed incredible discipline: once he'd had his fill, he didn't come back, and the rest of the cherries remained untouched until the evening. It was hopeless: if I wasn't willing to observe the tree trunk non-stop or hire a private detective (and I admit I considered the latter for a moment 😉), it was clear I wouldn't see as much as a tail feather. But then I had an idea.
You have to know that I didn't want the bird food to be visible in my photos, so right from the start, I had put three somewhat photogenic looking logs of firewood in a little triangle on the tree trunk, and I'd always "hidden" the bird food in their midst (a bit of a cheat, I know, but all's fair in love and photography 😁).
This meant that while I could see those logs through the window from my house, I couldn't see the cherries and thus never had a visual clue when they started to go missing. The next day I put a single cherry on one of the logs, the remaining ones I put in the space between, like I had done before.
I went back into the house and made myself comfortable with my laptop on the sofa next to the window. Every once in a while I would turn my head to see whether the cherry was still there. After maybe two hours, it finally happened: A moment before I had still seen its silhouette clearly, and now the cherry had disappeared.
I jumped up and quickly (but silently) snuck into the shed where my camera was already mounted on the tripod and ready. The adrenaline started to kick in: I had no idea if my plan would work. The logic behind my idea was: if the jay went for the most exposed cherry first and was then busy for a minute or so eating it somewhere, maybe he wouldn't notice me sneak into the shed.
The suspense was nearly unbearable; sweat was dripping from my brow into my eye, and I didn't dare to move, for fear the slightest noise (like my clothes rustling) would give my position away to the jay. I looked through the viewfinder, eyes squinted, frozen like a statue, for what felt like eternity (but in reality couldn't have been more than a minute or two), when out of nowhere he appeared: the master thief materialized on one of the logs like some sort of magic trick.
And yes: it was the jay - and he looked magnificent. He made a quick movement with his head, and then he was gone. I was stunned. It all had happened so fast that I hadn't even tried to get him in focus - I just stood there, almost shocked. I had never had a chance to get a shot. A minute later, while I was still silently cursing myself, my prized bird appeared again. I fumbled on my camera - he was gone before I could do so much as adjust the direction of the lens.
I started cursing loudly now - I just couldn't help it - but the jay didn't seem to mind. Within the next three minutes he came back two more times, and all I had to show for in the end was a perfectly focused - albeit entirely birdless - photo of the logs on the tree trunk (well, that and some very nice clumps of my own hair in my hands 😆). I hoped against hope he would appear one more time, but he didn't; he'd taken his usual five cherries, and the raid was over for the day.
I have to say that despite my anger (mostly at myself), I was impressed: the speed with which my adversary acted was incredible - no wonder I had never seen him. But there was simply no way I could shoot this lightning fast creature the way I usually do, which is by selecting the smallest focus and then only aiming for the eye. If I wanted to capture Mr. Bluewings at all, I had to switch to auto and continuous shooting mode, hoping one of the photos would end up being in focus.
I enacted my new strategy the next day, and thankfully the trick with the single exposed cherry on the log worked again: the jay went for it first, and I was again able to quickly sneak into the shed, apparently undetected. As had happened the day before, Master Garrulus glandarius appeared out of nowhere - and again was gone before I could even think of pressing the trigger.
But after the third attempt, my timing was finally right; I aimed and shuttered in rapid fire as if I were working a machine gun; the camera went "trrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" (yes, that's my best imitation of that sound 😂 ), and I could see immediately how that noise irritated the jay. Weirdly enough, he seemed to be much more bothered by the camera noise than he was by my constant muttering and swearing.
This time, he didn't come back for a fifth and final cherry. But I couldn't have cared less (and as a nature lover it embarrasses me to admit this); I was in a reckless, almost feverish "hunter mode", and the only thing that mattered now was my photographic prize.
I was euphoric, because I knew I had captured the jay. Still in the shed, I immediately went through the photos, fingers trembling with excitement (I know this must sound exaggerated and very ridiculous to most people, but I bet you photographers out there know exactly what I'm talking about 😄).
My euphoria dissipated quicker than you could utter the words "Jay Wing". Even on the small camera screen it became instantly apparent the pictures were unusable. They were out of focus at best and a total blur at worst. I scanned my surroundings for a suitable object or surface where I could bash my head in. I wanted to scream (and maybe I did - my neighbors looked at me funny later that day, but then they often do that 😂).
So far it was 3:0 for the bird. I had failed at every attempt, and he had outplayed me on every level. To make matters worse, I didn't dare to apply the continuous shooting mode again: the noise was just too loud, and I was afraid I would scare the jay away for good (plus the results - due to my ineptitude - weren't likely to improve).
I was used to photographing reptiles, insects and roe deer, and none of them moved as fast as the Eurasian jay: I needed more time. Just a few seconds would have been enough, but I realized the clever bird would never give me those. The situation seemed hopeless - until I had an unexpected Eureka moment. All of a sudden I knew how I might get an extra second (or two) with Mr. VIB (provided he did come back after my loud shuttering).
The following morning I went to the tree trunk once more, and again I put a single cherry on one of the logs, but the rest - you know: the ones that I always put into the middle of this log triangle - I covered with some thin twigs. Not too many - after all, the bait had to remain visible underneath the twigs - but enough that a single picking motion wouldn't be enough to snatch a cherry.
"Your move, Mr. Jay," I thought as I went into the house. I lay down on the sofa, then I waited. The jay didn't come. All day long I regularly peered out the window: the silhouette of the lone cherry on the log remained in place, like some weird little statue, mocking me.
I became convinced the intense camera noise the previous day had disgruntled the jay to the point where he'd had enough of my shenanigans. Hard as it was, I had to get ready to accept the fact that my trophy shot of this beautiful bird just wasn't gonna happen. Then, sometime during the late afternoon, I suddenly noticed the cherry was gone. Ten seconds later I was in the shed - and ready.
The look on the jay's face when he landed on one of the logs was almost comical. He apparently hadn't noticed the twigs before, and his short moment of hesitation was all I needed to get a first shot. He heard the noise and looked right at me - click! - and that was my second shot, which nicely captured the bewildered look on his face (you can see that photo here: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/52994208987/in/datepo... ).
It only took Mr. Bluewings two seconds to adjust to the new situation; he quickly threw out a few twigs with his beak, picked up a cherry - click! (my third shot, that you can see above) - and off he flew. But it was clear the jay knew exactly he was being photographed, and he didn't like it one bit. The annoyed expression on his face had been unmistakable: he looked like Sean Penn when he's confronted with a paparazzo.
Meanwhile I was over the moon: it had worked (and a quick check on the tiny camera screen confirmed this); I had at least two acceptable photos. The few extra seconds the twigs bought me had done the trick.
All's well that ends well, as the saying goes, and if the 'Tale Of The Jay' were to conclude here (and it could), this would indeed be a happy ending. After all, I had eventually outsmarted the clever bird and gotten my desired photos. But there is a short epilogue to the story, and I believe it's worth telling (and if you made it to this point, you might as well continue reading 😉).
You see, I was only able to pull off the "single-cherry/twigs strategy" one more time (the very next day, and you can see those photos here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/post/eurasian-jay-garrulus-glan... ) - and then never again. Two days later, the single cherry was still visible on the log at nightfall, and so I assumed the jay hadn't come. But when I went to check - big surprise! - five of the other cherries were gone.
"Well," I thought, "That's pure coincidence." In my mind there was no way the jay could have realized the exposed cherry on the log disappearing was my visual clue that his stealth "attack" had started: no animal was that smart. And yet I have no other explanation, because believe it or not: he never went for the single cherry again. Ever.
In all my subsequent attempts, my visual clue remained untouched, while the jay cheekily collected the other cherries. And soon after, the cherry trees around the village were starting to bear ripe fruit, and the jay's visits to my garden stopped. In fact for the entire remainder of the year, there were no more photos for me of Mr. Garrulus glandarius.
So in the end - who REALLY won this game of chess between me and the jay? If you ask me, I'd have to call it a draw (and that's probably still being generous to myself) - but you be the judge. 😉
P.S. This year I photographed and filmed a Eurasian jay in my garden (I have no idea if it was the same fella as last year), and this clip here might give you an idea just how quick these guys are: www.youtube.com/watch?v=OA9s_bciA-Y - I timed the cherry theft: it takes the jay not even two seconds to land, snatch his prize and take off again (you can also watch it in slow-mo), so I guess I shouldn't be too hard on myself. 😂
Many thanks for looking and reading, and have a wonderful weekend everyone 🙏 😊 ❤ - and as always, let me know what you think in the comments (I'd be particularly interested if anyone had similar experiences with jays or other clever corvids - or was outsmarted by any other wild animal the way I was).
Sicilia es archiconocida por sus mercantes con vagones H y hasta hace poco 656 en cabeza. Desde papel hasta agua llegan en estos fléxibles vagones marrones o verdes.
Ese día, viendo el panorama nublado, decidí hacer una foto imposible con sol, en la salida norte de Acireale, y superlativa fue mi sorpresa al ver un antiguo vagón Gabs en cabeza de la composición, probablemente una de las últimas veces que se vieron este tipo de vagones en Sicilia
Morecambe, which was once one of England's most important seaside towns, only really dates from the middle of the 19th century when the railway arrived and a harbour was built. This stone jetty with its adjacent lighthouse was built in 1853 to act as a railway terminus for trains serving the ferries between Morecambe, Scotland and Ireland.
When the nearby port of Heysham was built in 1904 trade declined and Morecambe ceased to be an important port. It still developed as a popular seaside resort, especially in the 1950s. But fashions change and both the original station and the harbour have now gone, together with the town's two seaside piers. The terminus building immediately behind the old lighthouse has been converted into a cafe and tea-room. The Stone Jetty was rebuilt and extended during 1994/95 as part of the coastal defence work.
Details of the facilities at Morecambe, which we enjoy visiting, can be found at exploremorecambebay.org.uk/places-to-visit/morecambe.
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In response to the entirely unfair, children's Christmas parody of Jingle Bells.
"Jingle Bells, Batman Smells, Robin Laid an Egg, The Batmobile Lost a Wheel and the Joker Got Awaaaaaaaa-ay!"
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“I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
― L.M. Montgomery
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It's important that I see the little things. The way that leaf is curled. The sunlight dancing on the leaves. The underside of the flower. I never want to not see all of the details.
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For three years I travelled early morning from Ostend station to Brussels, to my courses... and late back, for 3 winters I did not see Ostend in the daylight.
In the morning I often had to run, I lived quite nearby, so... I thought I had all the time.
I have changed my attitude over the years!
People CAN change, if they WANT TO!.
Have a wonderful day and thank you, M, (*_*)
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"The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them -- words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear."
― Stephen King
Moses is considered the most important prophet in Judaism and one of the most important prophets in Christianity, Islam, the Druze faith, the Baháʼí Faith, and other Abrahamic religions. According to both the Bible and the Quran, Moses was the leader of the Israelites and lawgiver to whom the authorship, or "acquisition from heaven", of the Torah (the first five books of the Bible) is attributed.
“Vrubel himself decided to portray the Prophet Moses not as Michelangelo’s bearded husband, but as a beardless young man, on the grounds that he began to prophesy in his youth. Some modern art historians mistakenly found similarities between the prophet Moses and Vrubel's Demon. They argued that the image of the Demon was already in the artist’s imagination at that time. They were misled by Moses' hairstyle, with long curly hair framing his face, which had nothing resembling the Demon. This literary theme captured the imagination of Mikhail Alexandrovich much later.”
/from the memoirs of Nikolai Adrianovich Prakhov/
Хори. Центральна частина. Погляд з західної сторони.
Фреска Михайла Врубеля «Мойсей» знаходиться нижче двух його композицій - «Сходження святого Духа на апостолів» та «Космос» (1884).
Мойсей (івр. משה — Мошенник; араб. موسى — Муса) — біблійний персонаж з Пятикнижжя у Старому Заповіті. За Біблією — вождь, політичний та релігійний лідер і законодавець єврейського народу, пророк і згідно з церковною традицією вважається першим священним автором. Для юдеїв, християн і мусульман та вірних інших авраамічних релігій Мойсей є одним із найбільших пророків. Вважається основоположником юдаїзму.
У Книзі Виходу розповідається, що Мойсей вивів євреїв із єгипетського полону в Обіцяну землю, водив 40 років по пустелі, отримав від Бога Десять заповідей на горі Синай і помер, не діставшись до святої землі.
«Пророка Моисея Врубель сам решил изобразить не микельанджеловским брадатым мужем, а безбородым молодым человеком, на том основании, что пророчествовать он начал в молодые годы. Некоторые современные искусствоведы ошибочно находили сходство между пророком Моисеем и Демоном Врубеля. Они утверждали, что образ Демона уже в то время носился в воображении художника. Их ввела в заблуждение прическа Моисея с вьющимися длинными волосами, обрамляющими его лицо, в котором нет ничего похожего на Демона. Эта литературная тема захватила воображение Михаила Александровича значительно позже.»
/из воспоминаний Николая Адриановича Прахова/
Solitude is where one discovers one is not alone – Marty Rubin
Solitude is not loneliness.
Solitude. It is something most of don’t value. With the demands of life in general we find it hard to squeeze in “me time”. I find it a necessity. I also believe that is important to understand that solitude is not loneliness. Solitude is a choice to be alone.
The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existence. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery each day.
~ Albert Einstein ~
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Repolusthöhle . Styria . Austria . Europe
Repolust Cave north of Graz was the source of some of the most important Palaeolithic cave finds in the eastern Alpine region. Several fire traces found indicate an age of about 300,000 years.
Abitibi-Témiscamingue, QC. Canada
[FR] Les signaux visuels basé sur la couleur est un aspect important de la communication chez plusieurs espèces d’oiseaux. Chez les tétraonidés un de ces signaux est le peigne superciliaire, cet ornement formé de peau qui se gonfle chez le mâle durant la pariade en raison de l’augmentation du flux sanguin vers les tissus. Des recherches ont démontré qu’il y aurait une corrélation positive entre la grandeur mesuré des peignes, du niveau de testostérone et du succès copulatoire. Par contre il n’y aurait pas de de corrélation entre la dimensions observé des peignes et les comportement de combats entre mâles. Ceux-ci rétractant leurs peignes durant les affrontement probablement pour protéger cet attribut.
[EN] Color-based visual cues is an important aspect of communication in several bird species. One of these signals in grouse species is the supra orbital comb, this ornament formed of skin that male raise during courtship due to increased blood flow to the tissues. Research has shown that there is a positive correlation between the measured size of the combs the level of testosterone and copulatory success. On the other hand there is no correlation between the observed dimensions of the combs and the fighting behavior between males. These are retracting their combs during confrontation probably to protect this attribute.
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This year marks the 200th birthday of this great Austrian composer. Here you can see the Bruckner bust in Vienna's Stadtpark, which was unveiled three years after Bruckner's death.
Bruckner ‘was an Austrian composer of the Romantic period as well as an organist and university teacher. Only recognised by his contemporaries late in life, he was nevertheless one of the most important and innovative composers of his time and his works had a great influence on music history well into the 20th century.
His most important and probably best-known compositions are his large-scale eleven symphonies.’
de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anton_Bruckner
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dSGOaTuAesY&t=3693s
Brahms zu Bruckner am Wirtshaustisch: "Ihre Symphonien, mein lieber Bruckner, versteh' ich nicht!" Darauf Bruckner nach Verstreichen einer Schrecksekunde: "Akkurat so geht's ma mit Ihnare!" www.derstandard.at/adblockwall/story/3000000234993/wie-an...
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We live in a world where science education is more important than ever. The internet has allowed relatively small groups of people with whacky views (e.g. flat earthers) to find each other and the amount of science misinformation has grown exponentially.
On the other hand, the disciplines of science have also been captured by political and social agendas. The very idea there is a "consensus view" in science is anathema to the scientific method. As Galileo showed, one right idea about the universe dispels any amount of false consensus. By its very nature science is heretical, always challenging the safe orthodoxies which have grown up around pet ideas.
So we need science education more than ever, because unlike the arts (which let's face it are merely luxury beliefs), science and technology builds our world.
Questacon is a fine museum of science in Canberra with the express purpose of educating the young and encouraging careers in the sciences. The hands-on exhibition, Science on the Move, recently came to Launceston QVMAG and provides children with fun opportunities to experiment and play with various science tools. Making science fun is a very important part of educating more scientists for the future.
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Windows are an important part of street photography for me. On the one hand, there are the interesting reflections, but also the confusion that sometimes arises and has to be resolved first. I love it. I would be delighted if you would take a look at the pictures in my album. Only if you feel like it, of course :-) Best regards MarioM.
Fenster sind für mich in der Streetphotographie ein wichtiger Bestandteil. Zum einen sind da die interessanten Spiegelungen aber auch Verwirrungen, die es manchmal gibt und die erst einmal aufgelöst werden muss. I liebe es. Es würde mich freuen, wenn du dir die Bilder in meinem Album ansehen würdest. Natürlich nur wenn du Lust hast :-) Liebe Grüsse MarioM.
It is nearly that time of the year again !
This image was taken exactly 1 year ago.
I wanted to focus on the balance I created within my scene with that composition, trying to have more or less the same space between the outer trunks (left and right) surrounding the middle trees.
I hope you enjoy !
TIPS for Bluebells
- GET UP EARLY : no secrets there
- Think before you shoot
- ZOOM IN to refine your subject
- Simplify & balance your scene
- Clean the edges of your frame
- Play with your aperture (try it wide, and low iso (if no wind))
- Select your moment (sun & fog)
MOST important : respect the nature
- Do not crush the flowers (feet / tripod)
- Stay on paths
- Do not pick the flowers
- Stay quiet for forest dwellers
- Please take beautiful photos
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