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Pre-sunset composition on the banks of the Volga River, in the city of Konakovo, Tver Region. Russia.
The feeling of big water in this unique place would be impossible without human intervention. Here, on the border of the Tver and Moscow regions, in 1937, the decision to create the Ivankovskoye reservoir was executed. When the riverbed of the Volga was blocked by a powerful nine-kilometer dam, the land near the water could not recapture either fields, forests or swamps. Hundreds of villages have irrevocably sunk under the water, including the district town of Korcheva, which was once located near the town of Konakovo.
However, the flooding of such a vast territory has objectively given people and local nature more advantages than disadvantages. People began to settle on plots near the water on the Moscow Sea, build summer cottages, and communicate more closely with nature. More than three hundred picturesque islands were formed in the water area of the Volga, new spawning grounds for fish appeared, water supply to the capital and water transport links with Moscow were established.
The natural resources of the Tver land are of decisive importance for the leisure of tourists and local residents. In the Ivankovskoye reservoir, which in the Konakovo area reaches 3 km in width, there are more than two dozen species of fish, including pike, perch, bream, roach, ruff, ide, catfish, etc. And the deciduous forests spread along the banks are real treasures of nature with rich mushroom, berry and hunting places.
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Today is a red day at Color my World Daily and the theme at Macro Mondays is Matchstick.
My fascination with burnt matchsticks isn’t new. Dont you think that there is something nostalgic or even sad about burnt matchsticks ? Maybe it is the gray/black color… or the feel of the irrevocable end ... or the burnt tree (even if it is very small and thin, I can’t help myself but I see a burnt tree …). There is something lonely and sad in a burnt match. How come something so small can have this huge melancholic feel to it, I don’t know. That is the beauty of small things around us...But after this challenge, I have a new photographic obsession : matchsticks ! Don’t worry it is only a photographic obsession, I’m not planing on burning anything !!
But since we are Monday, I have to go and join my video meeting since my first obsession is (not) cartography lol !!
Mucho, mucho amor for you all !! Have a beautiful day my friends !! See you later!!
Thank you so much for all your lovely comments / favs/ general support / happy thoughts!! Stay safe and well!! And see you soon on Flickr !!
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my mind is
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and
taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting and
chipping with sharp fatal tools
in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of
chrome and execute strides of cobalt
nevertheless i
feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am
becoming something a little different, in fact
myself
hereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks and scarlet
bellowings
| e. e. cummings
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Decay and decline attract the lens, the easel. There is beauty I suppose in the roughness revealed, the way things fall apart. But there is sadness, too. Once strong and useful, an object of pride. No longer... time's irrevocable march.
A small section from the front cover of my Daughters Twilight Journal!
“About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him-and I didn’t know how potent that part might be-that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.”
— Stephenie Meyer
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are in nature. No matter who you are, where you live, or what kind of life you lead, you remain irrevocably linked with the rest of creation. ~ Charles Cook
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These delicate blossoms are long gone by now. I find it fascinating that nature knows exactly when to do things. Timing is everything. Certain flowers and trees bloom and grow (the Sound of Music jumped into my head just as I wrote that!) and then suddenly they change, almost overnight...leaves paint themselves a different colour or fall away; flowers die, drop, become mulch in the undergrowth.
Hopefully with all the havoc we're wreaking on nature, these beautiful, fragile systems won't find themselves so stressed that they change irrevocably.
Enough babbling. It's very late on Friday night here and it's probably time for bed, but not before giving you some flowers for Friday.
Как невозвратная мечта, Сверкает золото листа. /А. Белый/
Парк «Володимирська гірка». Київ. Україна.
One of my artworks from the Exhibition FRAGMENTS showed at our new Gallery THE EDGE.
The poem by Eli Medier makes it talk, ty Eli :)
"No more dreams
lead now I am
anchored to the ground
by gray children
of gray ideologies
of power and death
I live in a separate reality
spend my days
to count the days
I aspire to heaven
and sink into the abyss
Nothing more distinguishable
trapped now
in this semblance
deceptive of life
I float in hyperbolic spaces
negative geometries
the existence curve
on the infinite limit circle
I find a crack
and disperse in myriads
of subtle vibrations
Diaphanous strings
envelop me
in narrow universes
The heart dries up
with rigorous metrics
We are peripheral numbers
sobs of ancient gods
indifferent anthropophages
Inhuman tangential presences
mark the solitude
of incomprehensible absences
Forced into this garden
multitude of fools
we are in labels
of white coats
Imperfect mechanisms
aspirants to human
Our disease
is in a divine folder
an irrevocable judgment"
© Eli Medier
Thanks to our friends Inara and Oema for their kind attention :)
modemworld.me/2020/05/25/the-edge-a-new-home-in-second-life/
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In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favourite darkness
Your favourite half-light
Your favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave
In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here
Will you lead me to your armchair
Or leave me lying here
Your favourite innocence
Your favourite prize
Your favourite smile
Your favourite slave
I'm hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here
In your room
Your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise
Will you let the fire die down soon
Or will I always be here
Your favourite passion
Your favourite game
Your favourite mirror
Your favourite slave
I'm hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here
Will I always be here
Devotchka - 'Til the End of Time
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They're just words, they ain't worth nothing
Cloud your head and push your buttons
And watch how they just disappear
When we're far away from here
And everybody knows where this is heading
Forgive me for forgetting
Our hearts irrevocably combined
Star-crossed souls slow dancing
Retreating and advancing
Across the sky until the end of time
Oh who put all those cares inside your head
You can't live your life on your deathbed
And it's been such a lovely day
Let's not let it end this way
Like sisters and brothers we lean on each other
Like sweethearts carved on a headstone
Oh why even bother, it'll be here tomorrow
It's not worth us sleeping alone
And look at you and me still here together
There is no one knows you better
And we've come such a long long way
Let's put it off for one more day
And everybody knows where this is heading
Forgive me for forgetting
Our hearts irrevocably combined
Star-crossed souls slow dancing
Retreating and advancing
Across the sky until the end of time
........and not a fence in sight.
Is it really almost a year since these things were in fashion? Oh well, I rarely keep up with the modern trends.
So much has changed, some of it irrevocable, but we are slowly emerging on the other side. The sun is shining and spring is round the corner.
Best wishes everyone.
Sunset silhouette of the old jetty on St Anne’s Beach. A walker is caught within the sunbeams giving a surreal effect. ‘Beam me up, Scotty’ has become irrevocably associated with the series and films, the exact phrase was never actually spoken in any Star Trek television episode or film. Despite this, the quote has become a phrase of its own over time.
Deep in dark recess,
witness to unseen exchange
-- a promise of hope.
Sometimes our lives change irrevocably. We walk through the great reset without uncertainty of what may come. Hold on to your inner light and remember who you once were.
Весна, лето, осень, зима возвращаются из года в год; все возвращается, но годы уходят без возврата.
Парк «Володимирська гірка». Київ. Україна.
Your deepest roots are in nature. No matter who you are, where you live, or what kind of life you lead, you remain irrevocably linked with the rest of creation. Charles Cook
The Seto Great Bridge (Seto Ōhashi) is a series of suspension bridges spanning the Seto Inland Sea between the southern island of Shikoku and the main Japanese island of Honshu. Opened in 1988, its various spans are twelve kilometres long in total and straddle a chain of five small islands. It's both a road and a rail bridge, and is a bucket list item for serious cyclists.
In his book "The Inland Sea" the expatriate American writer Donald Richie describes what life was like in the Inland Sea before the coming of the bridge, including in some of those islands whose way of life was irrevocably changed by it.
This photograph was taken from the train, on the journey from Matsuyama in Shikoku to Okayama in Honshu, and on to Kyoto.
2015
So I, too, fall through air
This moment and the next
I love this life and let it pass
I'm still and always falling
I say to you,
Ever irrevocably
I love you.
Leap with me.
- margery synder
"There are all kinds of ways for a relationship to be tested, even broken, some, irrevocably; it’s the endings we’re unprepared for."
- Katherine Owen
Cockburn Street is a picturesque street in Edinburgh's Old Town, created as a serpentine link from the High Street to Waverley Station in 1856. It is named after the then recently-deceased Scottish lawyer, judge and literary figure Henry, Lord Cockburn who was influential in urging his fellow citizens to remain vigilant in ensuring that early-Victorian expansion, e.g. improvements such as Cockburn Street, did not irrevocably damage or obliterate the built heritage and environment.
The street contains a series of small specialist shops and is largely four storeys high.
The street was sliced through the previous medieval pattern of closes in order to give a more gentle gradient and wider thoroughfare to Waverley Station (opened in 1846 but then only accessible via narrow and steep lanes from the Royal Mile). The truncated ends of the closes were remodelled in the Scots Baronial style from 1859 to 1864. The majority of buildings are by the firm of Peddie and Kinnear.
This description contains text from the English Wikipedia.
“And we who loved the world must learn the language of absence: days foreshortened, empty rooms, the irrevocable distance between the goodbye and the letting go.”
― Joe Bolton, The Last Nostalgia
“Well, what shall we play now, gentleman? Happy Families?” – Mr. Yates the cardsharp in the Titanic’s smoking room from the 1958 film “A Night to Remember”, based on Walter Lord’s 1955 non-fiction book of the same title.
The theme for "Looking Close on Friday" the 29th of August is "game pieces", which was proposed by me. I recently acquired a wonderful pack of "Black Peter" printed by Ferdinand Piatnik & Sons in Vienna in the early 1950s. I have been wanting to use them for a photograph, and they seemed perfect for the theme this week. I have also included some ivory faced dominoes from the Eighteenth Century or very early Nineteenth Century, some Eighteenth Century carved ivory dice, pieces from my Grandfather’s Draughts set which I inherited from him when he died, some ebony and rosewood French wooden game chips from the early Nineteenth Century which are housed in their original carved rosewood "Puce" (French for "chip") box at the bottom of the image and some Bakelite chips from several 1920s games of mine in my collection. All the pieces are displayed on my Grandfather’s handmade marquetry chessboard. I hope that you like my choice for this week’s theme, and that it makes you smile!
"Black Peter" is a European version of the game "Old maid", Known as "Schwarzer Peter" in German, it was one of the most popular children's card games for generations, reaching its zenith in the 1950s and 60s. The idea of the game is to draw cards and make pairs. This deck has images of birds, bears, rabbits, elephants, frogs, dogs and many more animals besides. Each card identifies its pair by a symbol appearing in the top left-hand corner. However, if you have Black Peter (in this case a grumpy and naughty black cat) in your hand at the end of the game, you have unfortunately had bad luck and lose. This pack, illustrated by Willy Mayrl is still being produced today.
Wiener Spielkartenfabrik Ferd. Piatnik & Söhne, commonly referred to as Piatnik, is an Austrian playing card and board game manufacturing company based in Vienna. The company was founded in 1824 by the card manufacturer Anton Moser (1784–1842) in Vienna's 7th district. Upon his death, his professional colleague the Hungarian-born Ferdinand Piatnik (1819–1885) took over in 1843, marrying Moser's widow a few years later. Piatnik's three sons joined the ranks in 1882 adding their names to their father's company name. Piatnik continued to expand and in 1899 bought the playing card manufacturer, Ritter & Cie in Prague. As early as 1923 Piatnik received an 'irrevocable' national award and thus the right to use the Austrian coat of arms in its business in perpetuity. In 1939, the Viennese parent company was incorporated into the family limited partnership Wiener Spielkartenfabrik Ferd. Piatnik & Sons. After the war, multi-colour offset printing was introduced in 1951. In 1956, the playing card factory expanded its range to include board games, and puzzles have also been produced since 1966. Piatnik Wien has since established itself as a major business, having sold twenty-five million packs of cards (including Tarot, Tarock, Bridge, Préférence, Schnapsen, Double German and French packs), one million puzzles and one million board games (such as Activity, Tick Tack Bumm, Abalone, Pass the Pigs and Scrabble) in over seventy two countries. The firm offers more than two hundred social and family games and one thousand play card pack variants.
These rather worn French dominoes that has come into my possession have earned each and every chip, dint and scratch they have, as they were made by hand in the late Eighteenth or very early Nineteenth Century. The black base layer is made of ebonised wood, whilst the top, white pieces, are ivory - now yellowed with age - with the circular grooves inked in black paint. The two layers are affixed together with a silver rivet in the centre of each piece.
The draughts set is a British set belonging to my Grandfather, who bought them from Hamley’s Toy Shop in Regent Street in London in 1933. He and I used this set many times to play draughts on his hand made chessboard.
The chessboard was made by my Grandfather, a skilful and creative man, in 1952. Two chess sets, a draughts set and three chess boards made by my Grandfather were bequeathed to me as part of his estate when he died.
Always a joy to observe and photograph. Unfortunately, there is less and less suitable habitat for these magnificent birds. Two of my favorite areas to see these have been irrevocably changed in the last few years. Sigh.
1910/11, reworked 1915/16
Oil on canvas
Leopold Museum Vienna
The beautiful granny next to the painting illustrates quite well its dimensions (178 by 198 centimeters).
"On 15 November 2022 members of climate protest group Letzte Generation Österreich (Last Generation Austria) threw a black oily liquid onto the painting's protective glass, protesting "oil and gas drilling ... a death sentence to society"; one glued [him]self to the glass. The painting underneath remained undamaged." en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_and_Life
"Hans-Peter Wipplinger, the director of the Leopold Museum, told APA that the concerns of the climate activists were justified, “but attacking works of art is definitely the wrong way to implement the targeted goal of preventing the predicted climate collapse.”
He appealed to the group to find other ways to make their concerns known.
Austria’s culture minister also expressed understanding for “the concerns and also the desperation” of the activists, but criticized their form of protest.
“I do not believe that actions like these are purposeful, because the question arises whether they do not rather lead to more lack of understanding than to more awareness of the climate catastrophe,” Andrea Mayer said.
“From my point of view, accepting the risk of irrevocable damage to works of art is the wrong way to go,” the minister added. “Art and culture are allies in the fight against climate catastrophe, not adversaries.”" apnews.com/article/europe-business-painting-austria-cebdb...
There is no human being under the sun who had not been through trials, tribulations and ordeals and so I was there before, many times but in the midst of the most grieving moments the Lord was with me. If I was to momentarily abandon faith and hope He would still be there and would never abandon me!
So if there is one single lesson I've learned from life it is that: no matter how serious and irrevocable your losses might have been, there is still hope and your situation is indeed still redeemable UNLESS and it is a big unless…unless you reach John 15:6 which I call "the point of no return"
"I say to myself, "The Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for him" Jeremiah 3:24
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Secret #9 - I am positively, absolutely, irrevocably in love with the beach.
Secret #10 - I know some people have trouble finding suitable titles for their photos, but it's the opposite for me. I think of the title FIRST, then I look for a photo that suits it. Mwahaha. I know, more weirdness.
We're each single threads woven together in a tapestry God has created. Only he sees the full picture, but not even a sparrow falls without his knowing.
Francine Rivers
Yesterday's weaving is as irrevocable as yesterday. I may not draw out the threads, but I may change my shuttle.
Muriel Strode
The Origins of the Hmong
The Hmong claim to originate from the Yellow River region of China, in around 3000 BC; though some experts state it was later than this. It wasn’t until the 1800s that they began to migrate; first spreading to Indochina, then to Northern Laos, Burma, Thailand, and Vietnam, to avoid oppression.
After the Vietnamese war, many more Hmong people migrated to Thailand as refugees. However, due to the fact that several had joined the communist party during the war, they were persecuted. To this day, some are still denied citizenship rights, or proper titles to the land they cultivate.
In the 21st century, there are Hmong people living across the world; including Australia, France, and the US. However, 95% still live in Asia.
Culture
The Hmong have a rich, fascinating culture. Traditionally, a shaman leads the tribe and plays a vital role in the complex funeral and marriage rites. During times of illness, he will enter a trance to visit the underworld and relocate the soul of the ill person in question; and at times, he even undertakes a political role within the village.
The New Year is particularly important to the Hmong and is celebrated on the 30th day of the 12th lunar month. During this time, the family and ancestral spirits are honored; and unmarried boys and girls are encouraged to play games together, in the hope of sparking a marital match.
The Importance of Textiles
Textiles play an integral role in Hmong culture. Indeed, they’re considered so importantly that girls as young as five are taught to embroider, to prepare them for the task of creating marriage and funerary fabrics in later life. They learn how to perform the more complex processes of indigo dying, garment construction, and applique at a later stage.
Hmong Fabrics – Story Cloths
Hmong fabrics are renowned across the world; thanks to their rich colors and intricate designs. Their story cloths are particularly celebrated. Prior to the 20th century, the Hmong had no form of written language, and instead, communicated ideas and narratives onto beautifully intricate pieces of cloth.
This practice wasn’t limited to females – even the male members of the village would create story cloths, to convey the story of their people to the outside world, and in some cases, to reveal the extent of their persecution.
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Thierry Djallo.
A life once spent is irrevocable. It will remain to be contemplated through eternity… The same may be said of each day. When it is once past, it is gone forever. All the marks which we put upon it, it will exhibit forever… Each day will not only be a witness of our conduct, but will affect our everlasting destiny… How shall we then wish to see each day marked with usefulness! It is too late to mend the days that are past. The future is in our power. Let us, then, each morning, resolve to send the day into eternity in such a garb as we shall wish it to wear forever. And at night let us reflect that one more day is irrevocably gone, indelibly marked. - Adoniram Judson
"It was my life - like all lives, mysterious and irrevocable and sacred. So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me. How wild it was, to let it be.”
--Cheryl Strayed, Wild--
The constellation of Virgo (The Virgin) is especially rich in galaxies, due in part to the presence of a massive and gravitationally-bound collection of more than 1300 galaxies called the Virgo Cluster. One particular member of this cosmic community, NGC 4388, is captured in this image, as seen by the NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope’s Wide Field Camera 3.
Located some 60 million light-years away, NGC 4388 is experiencing some of the less desirable effects that come with belonging to such a massive galaxy cluster. It is undergoing a transformation and has taken on a somewhat confused identity.
While the galaxy’s outskirts appear smooth and featureless, a classic feature of an elliptical galaxy, its center displays remarkable dust lanes constrained within two symmetric spiral arms, which emerge from the galaxy’s glowing core — one of the obvious features of a spiral galaxy. Within the arms, speckles of bright blue mark the locations of young stars, indicating that NGC 4388 has hosted recent bursts of star formation.
Despite the mixed messages, NGC 4388 is classified as a spiral galaxy. Its unusual combination of features are thought to have been caused by interactions between NGC 4388 and other galaxies in the Virgo Cluster. Gravitational interactions — from glancing blows to head-on collisions, tidal influencing, mergers, and galactic cannibalism — can be devastating to galaxies. While some may be lucky enough to simply suffer a distorted spiral arm or newly-triggered wave of star formation, others see their structure and contents completely and irrevocably altered.
Image credits: ESA/NASA
"about three things i was absolutely positive:
first, edward was a vampire.
second, there was a part of him–and i didn’t know how dominant that part might be–that thirsted for my blood.
and third, i was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him."
~ twilight
and love this song to go with this photo....
«Осінній день, осінній день, осінній!
О синій день, о синій день, о синій!»
Ліна Костенко.
I love this subject in photography. It is clear to everyone.
If the subject of the photograph - “Bare branch, lonely yellow leaf, autumn” - is written vertically in three lines, you get almost a three-line poem - Japanese haiku. 😉
“A complete stranger has the capacity to alter the life of another irrevocably. This domino effect has the capacity to change the course of an entire world. That is what life is; a chain reaction of individuals colliding with others and influencing their lives without realizing it. A decision that seems miniscule to you, may be monumental to the fate of the world.”
J.D. Stroube, Caged by Damnation