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One can't help but feel totally humbled and insignificant when standing in the presence of the grandiosity of nature. Northern Lights are one of those aspects that are capable to instill us with awe and wonder and I am utterly grateful for every such moment I have been able to experience.
Proverbs 13:11 “Wealth gotten by vanity diminisheth; but he that gathereth by manual-labour shall increase it.”
Lauterbrunnen & Staubbach Fall at winter time. Canton of Bern , Switzerland.29.12.17, 13:38:51 . No, 3919.
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Staubbach Fall
" The Staubbach Fall (German: Staubbachfall (sing.), lit.: dust creek fall) is a waterfall in Switzerland, located just west above Lauterbrunnen in the Bernese Highlands. The waterfall drops 297 metres (974 ft) from a hanging valley that ends in overhanging cliffs above the Weisse Lütschine.
The stream, on reaching the verge of the rocky walls of the valley, forms a cascade so high that it is almost lost in spray before it reaches the level of the valley. After rain, and early in the season when fed by the melting snows, the Staubbach Fall is a very striking object. The force of the stream above the fall at such times is sufficient to carry the water clear of the precipice, and the whole mass descends in a condition of liquid dust, between spray and cloud, that sways to-and-fro with the gentlest breeze. In a dry summer, when the supply of water is much reduced, the effect is comparatively insignificant.
The falls were featured on the Swiss 3-centime postage stamp of the 1930s.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe was inspired in 1779 on his second trip to Switzerland from Staubbachfall and wrote there his song of the spirits over the waters [2] :
Man's soul
Is like the water:
From heaven comes,
To heaven it rises,
And down again
To the earth it must,
Eternally changing.
Flows from the high,
steep rock face
The pure ray,
Then it dusts sweetly
In cloud waves
To the smooth rock,
And easily received, It
Walling veiling,
Leisrauschend down
to the depth.
If cliffs loom
The fall contrary,
it foams angrily
Gradually
the abyss.
In the shallow bed he
creeps down the valley of the meadow,
And in the smooth lake
her countenance graze
All the stars.
Wind is the wave
Lovely lover;
Wind mixes from the bottom
. Foaming waves.
Soul of man,
how are you like the water!
Fate of man,
how are you like the wind!
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe liess sich 1779 auf seiner zweiten Schweizreise vom Staubbachfall inspirieren und verfasste dort seinen Gesang der Geister über den Wassern
Des Menschen Seele
Gleicht dem Wasser:
Vom Himmel kommt es,
Zum Himmel steigt es,
Und wieder nieder
Zur Erde muß es,
Ewig wechselnd.
Strömt von der hohen,
Steilen Felswand
Der reine Strahl,
Dann stäubt er lieblich
In Wolkenwellen
Zum glatten Fels,
Und leicht empfangen,
Wallt er verschleiernd,
Leisrauschend
Zur Tiefe nieder.
Ragen Klippen
Dem Sturz entgegen,
Schäumt er unmutig
Stufenweise
Zum Abgrund.
Im flachen Bette
Schleicht er das Wiesental hin,
Und in dem glatten See
Weiden ihr Antlitz
Alle Gestirne.
Wind ist der Welle
Lieblicher Buhler;
Wind mischt vom Grund aus
Schäumende Wogen.
Seele des Menschen,
Wie gleichst du dem Wasser!
Schicksal des Menschen,
Wie gleichst du dem Wind! "
Wikipédia.
Taken from the top of the lighthouse (The Eierland Lighthouse) on the northernmost tip of the Dutch island of Texel.
With its 30 kilometres of sandy beaches, Texel island is a paradise for beach lovers. Texel has much more to offer, however: seven villages – each one pretty as a picture – and unique natural scenery. Moreover, Texel is within easy and quick reach. Starting in Den Helder, the veerboot takes just twenty minutes to sail to the island!
www.holland.com/global/tourism/destinations/regions/wadde...
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The first bunches of daffodils are in the supermarkets now. I always think they look so insignificant with their tight buds but which break into flower soon in the warmth of the house.
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Staubbach Fall and Lauterbrunnen . Izakigur No. 1254.
Staubbach Fall
" The Staubbach Fall (German: Staubbachfall (sing.), lit.: dust creek fall) is a waterfall in Switzerland, located just west above Lauterbrunnen in the Bernese Highlands. The waterfall drops 297 metres (974 ft) from a hanging valley that ends in overhanging cliffs above the Weisse Lütschine.
The stream, on reaching the verge of the rocky walls of the valley, forms a cascade so high that it is almost lost in spray before it reaches the level of the valley. After rain, and early in the season when fed by the melting snows, the Staubbach Fall is a very striking object. The force of the stream above the fall at such times is sufficient to carry the water clear of the precipice, and the whole mass descends in a condition of liquid dust, between spray and cloud, that sways to-and-fro with the gentlest breeze. In a dry summer, when the supply of water is much reduced, the effect is comparatively insignificant.
The falls were featured on the Swiss 3-centime postage stamp of the 1930s.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe was inspired in 1779 on his second trip to Switzerland from Staubbachfall and wrote there his song of the spirits over the waters [2] :
Man's soul
Is like the water:
From heaven comes,
To heaven it rises,
And down again
To the earth it must,
Eternally changing.
Flows from the high,
steep rock face
The pure ray,
Then it dusts sweetly
In cloud waves
To the smooth rock,
And easily received, It
Walling veiling,
Leisrauschend down
to the depth.
If cliffs loom
The fall contrary,
it foams angrily
Gradually
the abyss.
In the shallow bed he
creeps down the valley of the meadow,
And in the smooth lake
her countenance graze
All the stars.
Wind is the wave
Lovely lover;
Wind mixes from the bottom
. Foaming waves.
Soul of man,
how are you like the water!
Fate of man,
how are you like the wind!
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe liess sich 1779 auf seiner zweiten Schweizreise vom Staubbachfall inspirieren und verfasste dort seinen Gesang der Geister über den Wassern
Des Menschen Seele
Gleicht dem Wasser:
Vom Himmel kommt es,
Zum Himmel steigt es,
Und wieder nieder
Zur Erde muß es,
Ewig wechselnd.
Strömt von der hohen,
Steilen Felswand
Der reine Strahl,
Dann stäubt er lieblich
In Wolkenwellen
Zum glatten Fels,
Und leicht empfangen,
Wallt er verschleiernd,
Leisrauschend
Zur Tiefe nieder.
Ragen Klippen
Dem Sturz entgegen,
Schäumt er unmutig
Stufenweise
Zum Abgrund.
Im flachen Bette
Schleicht er das Wiesental hin,
Und in dem glatten See
Weiden ihr Antlitz
Alle Gestirne.
Wind ist der Welle
Lieblicher Buhler;
Wind mischt vom Grund aus
Schäumende Wogen.
Seele des Menschen,
Wie gleichst du dem Wasser!
Schicksal des Menschen,
Wie gleichst du dem Wind! "
Wikipédia.
(english follow)
RÉSISTANCE
Ils ont choisi la résistance
Face aux vents furieux,
Face à la mer menaçante
Face aux outrages du temps qui passe
Face à l’exode de ceux qui les ont habités, qui leur ont donné vie, jadis.
Ce sont de petits villages de pêcheurs, éparpillés par centaines le long des côtes maritimes
Certains se sont vidés de leur vie, ne laissant que des traces éparses
D’autres ont trouvé la force de résister, tant bien que mal…
Dans cette cruelle logique de modernité, il y a des perdants et des… survivants
Ils résistent comme le font ces insignifiants grains de sable bousculés par les marées
Tapis profondément dans le coeur de ceux qui les ont habités,
Incrustés dans l’âme et l’histoire humaine
Comme ces havres protecteurs que les marins retrouvaient toujours d’instinct, même par mauvais temps
Ils ont choisi la résistance
Ils ont choisi la persistance.
Patrice
Photo originale : Peggy’s Cove, Nouvelle-Écosse, Canada
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RESISTANCE
They chose the resistance
Facing furious winds,
Facing the threatening sea,
Facing the ravages of passing time,
Faced with the exodus of those who inhabited them and gave them life once.
They are small fishing villages, scattered by the hundreds along the coast
Some have emptied their lives, leaving only sparse traces,
Others have found the strength to resist, somehow...
In this cruel logic of modernity, there are losers and... survivors;
They resist as do these insignificant grains of sand jostled by the tides
Ingrained deeply in the hearts of those who inhabited them,
Inlaid in the soul and human history
Like those protective havens that sailors always found instinctively, even in bad weather
They chose the resistance
They chose persistence.
Patrice
Original photo : Peggy’s Cove, Nova Scotia, Canada
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This is extreme macro of tiny drop from the last photo . Flipped. Hanging from japanese plum flower... so small... but not insignificant :)
Whole world in one drop...
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Headlands walk along the Yorkshire Coast
As the farms look so tiny perched atop these powerful cliffs, it made me consider how that we may think our mark on the planet is insignificant, but if we look again more closely we find that is not the case. As a group over 8 billion strong, our actions are destroying this wonderful gift of earth and we are fools if we think this can continue.
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The little white house on Buttermere seems insignificant against the giant mountain backdrop. The lake with these mountains all around, what an awe inspiring view.
Now, as kings and lions go¹, Leo is quite small; only a few millimetres from end to end but he's a great king and lionheart ...
... not to mention that gorgeous mane, Leo's main feature!
When there's nectar up for grabs², Leo always gets the lion's share and, with a fur coat like his, most of the pollen into the bargain!³
Let's not talk about his roar, eh? (ツ)
★ Food for thought :
The bee is fast becoming an endangered species in many parts of the world. In France, the newly arrived Asian hornet (new tab) is just another nail in the coffin⁴. Without the bee, we too could well become an endangered species! :-(( - Love thy neighbour and thy bee however small and insignificant it may appear to be.
"If the Bee Disappeared Off the Face of the Earth, Man Would Only Have Four Years Left To Live" - Albert Einstein
God slay the Asian queens and save our noble bees!
(ironically, to the tune of "God Save the Queen")
Tools of the trade! (new tab) Shh!!! Mum's the word!
¹ as something (or someone) goes = pour un ... / pour une ...
² up for grabs = à saisir / à prendre / disponible
³ into the bargain = par-dessus le marché / avec / en plus
⁴ another nail in the coffin = un pas de plus vers la tombe
Poetic licence
It has occurred to me that Leo could have been a female dressed up by my title as a male. These days, of course, anything goes does it not? And besides, "Lilly the Dande Lioness Queen" doesn't have the same ring to it nor does it roll off the tongue in quite the same way as my title does. So, Leo it is!
Please do read on by scrolling down the page till you're there!
And if that doesn't work, try hitting "previous comments" just below until it hurts! (ツ)
P.S. Sorry about the dandruff but bees will be bees*
(｡◕‿◕｡)
* allusion à l'expression anglaise: "boys will be boys" referring to the predictably mischievous behaviour of boys.
The days just seem to pass insignificantly during this pandemic. I have discovered I thrive on being around people, eating out and just being among friends and family. I know....most of us are staying safe and I am very grateful for that. I realize now a bit better though, what's most important in life and that human contact is very much necessary.
I never forget an appointment, I am never late, but sometimes I have the feeling that I have forgotten things that are often insignificant 😉
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when the sky at dusk becomes an abstract canvas so vibrant, with limitless imagination and pure majesty, that all events and cares of this illusory world become insignificant ....
The monster of the forest floor
Will tickle your shins
Will grab your ankles
Will laugh at you when you fall.
Will pull your ribs apart.
The monster of the forest floor has
Sharp jagged tentacles
To feel for all the precarious humans that will
Stumble across it
Not noticing the devastating beauty surrounding them
It doesn’t care about your crowded hospitals
Just like you didn’t care enough about it
when it was first a tree, giving you shelter
All you saw was the forest as a whole
Nothing unique….and nothing to fight for.
So, now, it will have its revenge
*****
There were a lot of people who disappeared in the forest.
We didn’t know how they managed to vanish.
They didn’t answer their cell phone nor their emails
We thought they were living “off the grid"
We thought we needed to respect their privacy.
The monster of the forest floor
knew a different truth
Pulled them under and ate them up
They were just an insignificant part of a vast whole and
They were never seen again.
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Scattered...
From life to death, everything has its season and everything has its time, though ever so brief. our time here is but a vapour, a mist that is here today and gone tomorrow. At times life seems so futile and insignificant. yet there is one to whom your life is more precocious than gold.
Take time to remember we are all significant and valuable in his eyes.
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Looking out to sea is one of things that reminds me how small we are.
Taken on Weybourne beach, Norfolk, England.
Maybe that's why politicians don't seem to be in touch with the rest of us they spend too much time flying.
Taken on flight from Prague to Belgrade.
At Ynys there have been some new benches added to the
viewing points for the best stunning views and photographs that can be taken in this area.
A short walk exploring the tidal island at the edge of Snowdonia
Overlooked by the Moelwyn Mountains that stand just in front of Snowdon, and the Rhinogs to the south east, the small island of Ynys Gifftan is a distinctive and unique feature of the Dwyryd Estuary.
Look across the estuary at high tide and Ynys may seem insignificant, unworthy of exploration and impossible to visit without a boat. But visitors prepared to roll their trousers up can be rewarded with an adventure unlike any other.
This short walk to the tidal island at the foot of Snowdonia is particularly enjoyable in the summer months, when waters have absorbed the heat of the sun.
"There is nothing insignificant in the world. It all depends on the point of view."
.:: Johann Wolfgang von Goethe ::.
A view of the West façade of the Château de Chenonceau from Catherine de Medici's garden. An architectural mixture of late Gothic and early Renaissance, it’s the most visited château in France.
Texture with thanks to Evelyn Flint
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Cuando entres por la puerta de la "Conciencia de Sí" a tu morada interna, verás que este mundo que te presentan los ojos es tan transitorio e insignificante como un lirio marchito en un jardin.
Como una gota de agua en una tormenta. Y sin embargo es el espejo donde te puedes ver.
Cayetano Arroyo Flores
When you enter through the door of the "Self-Consciousness" to your inner dwelling, you will see that this world that your eyes present to you is as transitory and insignificant as a withered lily in a garden.
Like a drop of water in a storm. And yet it is the mirror where you can see yourself.
Cayetano Arroyo Flores
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The 'silver bullet' is sometime so slow it's painful. Nobody really calls it 'silver bullet', I just made it up. The Toronto subway is not reaching to too many places, but it is adequate, as except for downtown, people still prefer the car. Even the subway northern extension was built back in 2002, the 5 new station are under-used by Torontonians. The time of the train is of course insignificant (the trains leave every few minutes), but it fits well in a title of insignificant photo.
966. TMR Toronto 2022-March 03, P1200951. Uploaded 2022-March 06. Lmx -ZS100.