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We've had a string of beautiful fall days where the air is so soft and the sun so gently warm that it lulls you away from even thinking that a deep chill is right around the corner
...and today, when I was sitting on the porch, I found myself unable to resist this hypnotic air and sat quietly unwilling to move.
Earlier in the day, I had heard the resident crows chasing off various hawks and going about their duties as general overlord to their designated home environment as they would threaten wrongdoers with their scurrilous calls given out with righteous indignation and outrage.
But now, in the later afternoon with only the soft warmth of the sun to blanket us, three crows came to land on a larger tree nearby and seemed to let themselves fall under the spell of this moment of peace and quiet as they took to preening and caretaking of each other. In that moment, I felt that, just as I could not escape the pull of this reverie, they too, were brought under the soothing incantation of a moment only to be found in nature.
Moscow aqueduct, rather only a fragment. This is the only surviving structure of the first in Moscow, and in Russia, gravity water pipeline - the Rostokinsky aqueduct. The bridge passes over the Yauza, is made of limestone, has 21 arched spans, up to 15 m high, 356 m long. Architects - engineer F.V. Bauer and Colonel I.K. Gerard.
The need for a water supply system in Moscow became especially acute after the plague of 1771, and in 1780, by decree of Catherine II, its construction began. Periodic indignations of the residents, through whose lands he passed, restless groundwater, ordinary Russian theft (the cost of water supply amounted to more than 1,600,000 rubles) delayed construction for 25 years. The year of birth of the Mytishchi water pipeline was 1804, and the largest stone bridge for that time, the Rostokinsky aqueduct, was built earlier, in 1783–1784.
The aqueduct ceased to be used for its intended purpose at the end of the 19th century.
In 2006-2008. The Rostokinsky aqueduct was freed from the heating main, put in order, restored, received a decorative roof and became a pedestrian. A pleasant park was laid out around it.
Old 20D shot Psl 91
Come, my people, enter your chambers, And shut your doors behind you; Hide yourself, as it were, for a little moment, Until the indignation is past.
Ish 26:20, &vs 21
peacock, Mayfield Park, Austin, TX. Sony A7III and FE70-300G. The animal eye AF that works well with dogs at least, did not work with the peacock -- although continuous AF on the head worked well. I guess the peacock face is not yet in the animal eye AF library.
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Photo : L’église Saint-Georges de Sélestat (VIIIe – XVe siècle). Sur le second portail, le tympan représente le repas chez Simon le lépreux, que rapportent les évangélistes Luc, Marc et Jean. Mon choix s’est porté sur Marc, car son récit m’as semblé le plus poétique, bien qu’il ne corresponde pas tout à fait à la sculpture présentée. Ne perdons pas de vue les dates…
Foto: No nos olvidemos de las fechas… La cena en casa de Simon. Escena bíblica contado por los evangelistas, aunque cada uno a su manera. Escogí el Evangelio de San Marcos que me pareció el más poético aunque no encaje perfectamente en la escena representada en este tímpano de la iglesia San Jorge de Sélestat (siglos VIII al XV), en Alsacia, zona muy afectada por el Coronel Virus.
In your eye
Come, my people, enter your chambers, And shut your doors behind you; Hide yourself, as it were, for a little moment, Until the indignation is past.
Ish 26:20, &vs 21
0.8 second exposure using natural light
Come, my people, enter your chambers, And shut your doors behind you; Hide yourself, as it were, for a little moment, Until the indignation is past.
Ish 26:20, &vs 21
Swamp Rd. Wrightstown, PA.
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The Swallow-tailed Kite is common in Florida and unusual in the rest of the Gulf states to Texas and certainly rare here in southeastern PA. A beautiful and graceful bird, they eat primarily large insects and small vertebrates. As with many birds, their numbers are declining due mainly to habitat loss and pesticide use.
Indignation grips me because of the wicked,
who have forsaken your law.
Your decrees are the theme of my song
wherever I lodge.
In the night, Lord, I remember your name,
that I may keep your law.
This has been my practice:
I obey your precepts.
Psalm 119:43-56
In 1896, an expatriate Kristiansander, a gardener by profession, expressed indignation that the city's politicians did nothing with the open space where there had previously been a cemetery. "On a brief visit to my hometown, I see that the hospital's cemetery is still in its infancy," he wrote in a letter to the presidency. This triggered a number of suggestions for what had to be done from both the inhabitants of the city and the people outside the city. But little happened from the municipality.
In December 1898, several of Kristiansand's residents spoke out in favor of building a park in the city. "The park will be for the benefit of the entire residents of the Upper District, at the same time as it will be to the delight of our City," they wrote in a letter to the presidency, and at the same time launched what had previously been the hospital cemetery as a suitable site for construction parks.
In May 1900, the presidency decided to build a park. The location was the Hospital's cemetery. By the end of the year 1900, the open space had become a park with lawns, trees and benches.
In 1896, an expatriate Kristiansander, a gardener by profession, expressed indignation that the city's politicians did nothing with the open space where there had previously been a cemetery. "On a brief visit to my hometown, I see that the hospital's cemetery is still in its infancy," he wrote in a letter to the presidency. This triggered a number of suggestions for what had to be done from both the inhabitants of the city and the people outside the city. But little happened from the municipality.
In December 1898, several of Kristiansand's residents spoke out in favor of building a park in the city. "The park will be for the benefit of the entire residents of the Upper District, at the same time as it will be to the delight of our City," they wrote in a letter to the presidency, and at the same time launched what had previously been the hospital cemetery as a suitable site for construction parks.
In May 1900, the presidency decided to build a park. The location was the Hospital's cemetery. By the end of the year 1900, the open space had become a park with lawns, trees and benches.
mankind with all its fake dreams, its hypocritical indignation, its ignorant anger and narcissistic public outbursts ... we are the makers of evil and yet stand open-mouthed in front of it and wonder where it came from ...
and an occasional passing flicker of horror or indignation :-)
Conor Cruise O'Brien
IMPEACH and REMOVE!!
grand canyon, yavapai point, shortly after sunset, arizona
He came in fast, all enthusiasm and no plan, aiming for the branch as if confidence could substitute for coordination.
She was already there, giving him the look females reserve for males who mistake momentum for charm.
For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.
He landed; she recoiled.
Her eyes widened, wings flared—half surprise, half indignation. In the next heartbeat, she was gone, leaving him alone with his landing and his lesson.
It wasn’t a quarrel—just a reminder that even among woodpeckers, personal space isn’t a shared concept. He landed; she left. Newton’s Third Law, in feathers. For every action, there is an equal and opposite rejection.
Chandra Mahal is one of the oldest buildings in the City Palace complex. It has seven floors, a number considered auspicious by Rajput rulers. The first two floors consist of the Sukh Niwas (the house of pleasure), followed by the Rang Mahal (alternatively called Shobha Niwas) with coloured glasswork, then Chhavi Niwas with its blue and white decorations. The last two floors are the Shri Niwas, and Mukut Mandir which is literally the crowning pavilion of this palace. The Mukut Mandir, with a bangaldar roof, has the royal standard of Jaipur hoisted at all times, as well as a quarter flag (underscoring the Sawai in the title) when the Maharaja is in residence.
There is an anecdote narrated about the 'one and quarter flag', which is the insignia flag of the Maharajas of Jaipur. Emperor Aurangzeb who attended the wedding of Jai Singh, shook hands with the young groom and wished him well on his marriage. On this occasion, Jai Singh made an irreverent remark to the Emperor stating that the way he had shaken hands with him made it incumbent on the Emperor to protect him (Jai Singh) and his kingdom. Aurangzeb, instead of responding in indignation at the quip, felt pleased and conferred on the young Jai Singh the title of 'Sawai', which means "one and a quarter". Since then the Maharajas have pre-fixed their names with this title. During residence there, they also fly a one and a quarter size flag atop their buildings and palaces.
It's a slow process. At first, you don't notice. You think you are on the side of righteousness and that your indignation is justified. But your reactions are getting more and more mechanical. You are no longer free and able to embrace new, unexpected things. Your emotions are caged, held captive by a set of rigid assumptions claiming to be true. You are singing the tune of an unknown master who is controlling and crippling your emotions. You turn to stone.
Fuji X-E2 plus Pergear fisheye lens 10/5.6.
La speranza ha due bellissimi figli : lo sdegno ed il coraggio. Lo sdegno per la realtà delle cose, il coraggio per cambiarle.
( Agostino d'Ippona )
Genova, tramonto del giorno di S. Stefano
Red as the fire
The hope has got two beautiful children : the indignation and the courage. The indignation for the reality of the things, the courage to change them....
Neophema chrysostoma. WTP. Werribee. Quick landing and take off...You can almost see the indignation...'what were you thinking? this tastes awful'.
cri-de-coeur
French. an anguished cry of distress or indignation; outcry.
The distress and anguish started many years ago at this decaying farmhouse in northcentral Illinois. This architecturally stunning house was used as a set for the sci-fi movie "Jupiter Ascending" some years back. Much like the condition of this house,the resulting movie drew a lot of indignation from audiences and critics alike.But it did star Channing Tatum and Mila Kunis....
And when ye see this, your heart shall rejoice, and your bones shall flourish like an herb: and the hand of the LORD shall be known toward his servants, and his indignation toward his enemies.
Isaiah 66:14
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This sleepy head was startled by my activities and expression seemed to be that of rightful indignation.
Everybody likes attention, not just photographers. Especially if it brings positive feedback - or tasty food. This chipmunk is jealously watching a squirrel eating a nut shared by a kind old lady. The chipmunk was so close but... no nut!
This is what a robin looks like when you temporarily move their bath. Needless to say it was not happy. On the upside, today I found a new robin nest on top of an exterior light on our house so maybe I'll soon have some robin nest photos to share.
I watched this whitetail deer for about thirty seconds munching on some dew-covered vegetation when it finally noticed me and shot its head up with a look that was more of indignation than surprise. It obviously had been photographed before as it let me get several shots before going back to pretending I did not exist. Photographed at sunrise in Goose Island County Park, La Crosse County, Wisconsin.
Following the Soviet occupation of Latvia in 1940, Latvia was annexed by the Soviet Union and the Freedom Monument was considered for demolition, but no such move was carried out. Soviet sculptor Vera Mukhina is sometimes credited for rescuing the monument, because she considered it to be of high artistic value. In 1963, when the issue of demolition was raised again, it was dismissed by Soviet authorities as the destruction of the monument would have caused deep indignation and tension in society. During the Soviet era, it remained a symbol of national independence to the general public. Indeed, on 14 June 1987, about 5,000 people gathered at the monument to lay flowers. This rally renewed the national independence movement, which culminated three years later in the re-establishment of Latvian sovereignty after the dissolution of the Soviet Union.
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On bended knee is no way to be free
Lifting up an empty cup I ask silently
That all my destinations will accept the one that's me
So I can breath
Circles they grow and they swallow people whole
Half their lives they say goodnight to wive's they'll never know
Got a mind full of questions and a teacher in my soul
So it goes
Don't come closer or I'll have to go
Holding me like gravity are places that pull
If ever there was someone to keep me at home
It would be you
Everyone I come across in cages they bought
They think of me and my wandering
But I'm never what they thought
Got my indignation but I'm pure in all my thoughts
I'm alive
Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere
Underneath my being is a road that disappeared
Late at night I hear the trees
They're singing with the dead
Overhead
Leave it to me as I find a way to be
Consider me a satellite for ever orbiting
I knew all the rules but the rules did not know me
Guaranteed
Compositores: Eddie Vedder
"For in the voyage of the heart, there is a freight of hatred, and the wind of wrath blows shrill." - Aeschylus
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BLOG #116
Indignation
The turmoil going on inside when feeling this emotion!
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The Demon Roller Coaster and Japanske Tårn
Tivoli already possessed a roller coaster in 1843; a seven-second thrill that caused both enthusiasm and indignation.
In 1914 the original roller coaster opened - now called the Roller Coaster. The course is one of the world's oldest, wooden roller coasters, still in operation, and one of just seven attractions in the world, operated by a brake man on each train.
Gridalo is the title of Roberto Saviano's last book, an essay which is going to be among my favourites.
It is an exhortation to shout out one's indignation and to rebel against situations that one no longer wishes to tolerate.
With 30 short stories and reflexions about major figures in History, Mr Saviano, tries to help us to find our own way to escape the traps that have been surrounding us through centuries, to decipher all kind of manipulation and propaganda, or fake news; which should be the goal of every parent or teacher.
− it : www.bompiani.it/catalogo/gridalo-9788830109629
− fr : www.gallimard.fr/Catalogue/GALLIMARD/Hors-serie-Connaissa...
if you know about other translations, please post them in comment, thank you!
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Hashima Island
[Quote= wikipedia ] Hashima Island (端島, or simply Hashima, as -shima is a Japanese suffix for island), commonly called Gunkanjima (軍艦島, meaning Battleship Island), is a tiny abandoned island off Nagasaki, lying about 15 kilometres (8 nautical miles) from the centre of the city. It is one of 505 uninhabited islands in Nagasaki Prefecture. The island's most notable features are its abandoned concrete buildings, undisturbed except by nature, and the surrounding seawall. While the island is a symbol of the rapid industrialization of Japan, it is also a reminder of Japanese war crimes as a site of forced labour prior to and during World War II. [...]
We are all unique, one of a kind. We have discussions and open debate but there is always the barrier of the mind, always watchful, always on guard to not let the inner truth be known.
If that veil was lifted however, you would find that in our uniqueness we really do have much in common, thoughts that flow in a similar direction, common goals that bind.
Like the rising tides, stress and other factors can cause us to become isolated from one another, adrift in an ocean of pain, doubt and fear. When we face these demons and let go of past indignation, barriers recede and we see we are more connected than we initially thought and not islands apart.
Dear Flickr friends, thank you for your support and kindness this year. I wish you all a peaceful and blessed Christmas with your families and friends and a peaceful New Year 2020! We'll see us again in January. In the meanwhile I'm off!
Phew, those hectic days before Christmas. I'll tell you something, I don't like it, because the essential, the meaning of Christmas is lost.
Christmas is the time of humanity and giving. Not everyone is doing well and many are lacking the bare essentials. For this reason, I would like to tell you an event, almost as a little Christmas story. I am sure that each of us has a own personal path to help.
"But tomorrow too !!"
Many of you know that I often take care of my best friend's little daughter. She is a single parent and is grateful for any help. Leonie's mother wants to raise her daughter in firm Christian faith. So, one day I started to practice the prayer "Our Father" with her. One sentence every day and then again and again with repetition. We came to the sentence: "Give us our daily bread today"! With visible confusion, big eyes and a hint of indignation, little Leonie repeated the sentences she had already learned and the new one. But immediately, afterwards, she said: "But tomorrow too !!"
And now I'm driving home for Christmas and I'm so glad that I do not need 15 google maps, I know the way ;-)
My friend Gill and I were having tea at a very beautiful little restaurant under-the-trees at Nahoon the other day to talk about life and as we got out of the car this horrible smell assailed our nostrils. 'Sewage' I said. "What's that smell?" I demanded of the waitress. "The tree" she said pointing at this little beauty. "Never", I said with great indignation. However I drew closer and smelt the flowers and voila, yes it is indeed a tree that smells like sewage. It was also covered in insects who obviously love this kind of smell. Nevertheless we enjoyed our tea and very delicious scones sitting under the milkwood trees on a perfect autumn day. Behind us 3 engineers were conducting a business meeting quite loudly - their outdoor office.
A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
Albert Einstein
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Η ανάγκη για αντιπλημμυρικά έργα κατά μήκος του Πηκειού για την προστασία των καλλιεργειών και του εισοδήματος των αγροτών είχε από δεκαετίες καταστεί επιτακτική.
Η αναλγησία των ”υπευθύνων” όμως, υπερέβαινε ανέκαθεν ακόμη και τις παραφουσκωμένες κοίτες του ποταμιού ενώ η αγανάκτηση του κόσμου είχε πάρει κι αυτή μορφή ”πλημμύρας”.
Οι νέες αυτοδιοικητικές αρχές,παραδόξως,έπεσαν με τα μούτρα στην δουλειά και τα έργα ξεκίνησαν με ταχείς ρυθμούς σε πολλά ”μέτωπα ”.
Τα πιο εκτεταμένα,απ’όσα τουλάχιστον έχω δεί,βρίσκονται εν εξελίξει στην περιοχή του χωριού όπου και διαμένω.
Αυτό,είναι ολοφάνερο,ότι θα αλλάξει δραματικά το τοπίο και εικόνες σαν αυτή και τις παρακάτω
The need for flood-proof projects along the Peixeus to protect crops and farmers' income has been imperative for decades.
However, the 'responsible' carelessness has always surpassed even the depleted riverbeds, and the indignation of the world has also taken on the form of a 'flood'.
Paradoxically, the new self-governing authorities have fallen into the job and projects have begun rapidly on many "fronts".
The most extensive, at least from what I've seen, are in progress in the area of the village where I live.
This, obviously, will dramatically change the landscape and images like this and the following
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δεν πρόκειται να υπάρξουν ξανά αποκτώντας ξαφνικά το βάρος της ιστορικής καταγραφής.
Μακάρι η φύση,βοηθούμενη από την αέναη ροή του ποταμού,να μας εκπλήξει ευχάριστα στο μέλλον αλλά,προς το παρόν,η χρησιμότητα κατανικά την αισθητική κατά κράτος!
they will not exist again, suddenly acquiring the burden of historical recording.If only nature, aided by the perpetual flow of the river, would pleasantly surprise us in the future but, for the time being, the utility overmatch the aesthetics!
In 1879 the town changed its name: Salvia became Savoy of Lucania. On November 17, 1878, in Naples, Giovanni Passannante attentive to the life of King Umberto I. The press unanimously condemned the attack and on November 22, with an unqualified act of servility, the city council of Salvia, where February 19, 1848 was born the Passannante, he manifests the indignation for the "criminal gesture" directed to deprive Italy of his King and, to demonstrate the profound dedication to the sovereign, asks that the country be authorized to change the name from Salvia into Savoy of Lucania.
don't come closer or I'll have to go
holding me like gravity are places that pull
if ever there was someone to keep me at home
everyone I come across, in cages they bought
they think of me and my wandering, but I'm never what they thought
i've got my indignation, but I'm pure in all my thoughts
“The watchman said, The morning cometh, and also the night: if ye will enquire, enquire ye: return, come.” ISAIAH 21:12
Isaiah 26:20 ''Come, my people, enter thou into thy chambers, and shut thy doors about thee: hide thyself as it were for a little moment, until the indignation be overpast.''
Psalms 91
Ominous sign;
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Zephaniah 2:1-3)First-America and parts of Canada, any other places like Ireland etc. Where visible will be affected.
Genesis 1:14 And God said, Let there be lights in the firmament of the heaven to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs, and for seasons, and for days, and years:
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Seed;
Galatians 3:16,29
Now to Abraham and his seed were the promises made. He saith not, And to seeds, as of many; but as of one, And to thy seed, which is Christ.
And if ye be Christ's, then are ye Abraham's seed, and heirs according to the promise.
Isaiah 41:8-10 8 But thou, Israel, art my servant, Jacob whom I have chosen, the seed of Abraham my friend.
9 Thou whom I have taken from the ends of the earth, and called thee from the chief men thereof, and said unto thee, Thou art my servant; I have chosen thee, and not cast thee away.
10 Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.
Pas contents du tout ! (Not happy at all ! )
Bois sculpté, La Saint Ours, Aoste, Italie.
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“It’s got an amazing coastline. You’ll get loads of great pictures there!” I forget where we were discussing. Bali perhaps, or Western Australia - places I’ve never even been close to. Most of my Irish cousins are far more well travelled than I am, at least where long distances are concerned. Especially since two of them moved to Perth about fifteen years ago within a few months of one another. Neither of them have ever shown any signs of coming back to the northern hemisphere for anything more than a family visit. One day I might finally see those distant worlds, but my response was a simple one, and I had my cousins’ own backyard in mind. “I can’t think of many places I’d rather go to than the west coast of Ireland,” I replied. “Filthy weather, lonely clifftops, fleeting moments of spectacular light, and a wild and beautiful coastline.” I could have been talking about home. But I’d heard Ireland’s call and my flights were booked.
I should have known that a certain airline, famous for a long list of optional extras, would deploy its well known tactic. Fare creep is an insidious beast. I suppose at least they let you sit down for the flight rather than strapping you to the fuselage unless you cough up another fifty quid each way. A normal person with a normal hobby wouldn’t have this problem, but Muggins here needed to take a bagful of camera equipment, and even the smaller pack was pushing the boundaries when I reached for the tape measure. That telephoto lens is a beast, but I couldn’t have left it at home. On the plus side, the additional forty quid I was about to part with entitled me not only to bring the camera bag into the cabin with its own seat, extra leg room and complimentary snacks from the lite bites menu, but also made me one of the chosen few. Priority boarding no less. I’ve never felt quite so important. I imagined the conversation at check in. “Priority boarding? Oh yes it’s quite popular. See that couple over there sharing the battered looking tin cup, drinking coffee out of a thermos flask? They’re the only ones who haven’t purchased it for the flight to Dublin this afternoon”
“Laptops and kindles in a separate tray!” sings the operative for the hundredth time this morning. I point to the one where I’ve already placed mine. “Belts and watches off. Empty your pockets. Are you wearing boots today sir?” I nod at the other tray where I’ve already put all of these items. Yet no matter how much I’ve prepared for the walk of intrusion, I almost always set off the metal detector. I could be standing there in my underpants and it would bleep in indignation. Sometimes I can almost hear the imaginary rubber gloves snapping onto eager fingers, yet I'm not Carlos the Jackal, neither am I doing part time work for a group of Colombian businessmen. I have never had surgery involving insertion of ironmongery in replacement of missing bones, nor do I have gold teeth. But still that infernal machine sings at me like an over excited whistleblower. At least this time the camera bag and the laptop made it through without drawing unwanted suspicion. To my left stood a man nursing a pot belly that he’d no doubt lovingly crafted over many decades of real ale consumption. There was no option other than to reach out across his protruding gut to retrieve my laptop and Kindle. Which was almost as uncomfortable as the sound of those rubber gloves snapping away in my subconscious.
I’d only now realised that this was my first solo mission. I’ve been away on photography trips with Dave and Lee plenty of times, but never before was there nobody to please but myself. If I was prepared to sit on top of a freezing cold headland in the pouring rain, waiting for the light, there would be no need to worry whether everyone else was enjoying themselves quite as much as I was. I’d already dropped some very subtle hints to my Irish family, gently letting it be known that I will often stay in the same place for two or three hours, even though nothing much might be happening. Watching landscape photographers at work is by no means an exciting pastime, especially in adverse conditions. This was going to be a trip where there would be no compromises with anyone except for myself. I needn’t have worried though. Everyone needed to go to work, and I’d deliberately chosen the middle of the week for my jaunt down west.
And then there was the subject of locations. The family had a long list of suggestions, many of them very distracting - and by that I don’t mean the guided tour of the Jameson’s distillery in Midleton. The south west corner it would definitely be, in either Cork or neighbouring Kerry, but I didn’t want to be spending big chunks of short November days driving long distances in and out of the five toes of rocky land that lay dipped into the edge of the Atlantic on the map. With just three afternoons of shooting ahead of me, I needed to keep it simple.
In fact with the two locations that were at the forefront of my mind, the decision was a very easy one. The Dingle peninsula promised everything I was looking for. So Kerry it would be. I booked the hire car, found a small cottage and started my research. I’m rarely happier than when I’m making plans. And sometimes those plans are interrupted by an unscheduled stop to grab that fleeting moment of spectacular light, a rainstorm crossing the semi-mythical, but very real Macgillycuddy’s Reeks, which is exactly what happened here. Told you I needed that telephoto lens.
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Jeremiah 10:9-10
New King James Version
9 Silver is beaten into plates;
It is brought from Tarshish,
And gold from Uphaz,
The work of the craftsman
And of the hands of the metalsmith;
Blue and purple are their clothing;
They are all the work of skillful men.
10 But the Lord is the true God;
He is the living God and the everlasting King.
At His wrath the earth will tremble,
And the nations will not be able to endure His indignation.
Nahum 1:6 “Who can stand before his indignation? Who can endure the heat of his anger? His wrath is poured out like fire, and the rocks are broken into pieces by him.”
(Adirondacks NY)
I walked the road, exploring points of ingress down into the dark gloom of the gorge. When the morning light broke through, I spoke to myself as is my wont when getting busy, momentarily forgetting the chattering volume of the creek in its headlong flight. All places have a voice, especially when water runs through them. The tenor of it is loud and rushing here, a spate of words directed at those who will feel them. I feel them. They are cold and calculated, made colder by the icy teeth they pass through in righteous indignation, as if they are the only force of nature in this world. That I dare to stand here almost seems to raise the volume, a white noise of assumptions for the flesh and blood it would rather wash away. I stay anyways, and expose my images while the light is good and the clarity is steady. I have been around long enough to endure near-apocalyptic events. I’ve listened to the waters roar in a Babel-like cacophony trying to move all of their obstructions away, and in the end, they just rearrange grievance. If I follow this water from start to end, the dispute at its mouth is resentment for the river it must flow into, and that one in turn, and each in succession to the sea. And I will come back to stand on bedrock, that none can ever wash away.
The parent woodpeckers are so busy feeding their young now just non stop !! This male has been told off and chased away by the female and has his crest raised in indignation for having the cheek to land near her when looking for food this is him looking back at her in disbelief lol !! the beautiful white chest is a dirty cream from the absolute pit of a nest hole with its brood of youngsters .
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