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I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!
How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one’s name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!
Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886
Closeup of the flower cluster of ‘Autumn Joy’.
Hylotelephium ‘Herbstfreude’ (‘Autumn Joy’) is a pink-flowering variety of stonecrop (sedum) bred by Georg Arends (1955). It is a hybrid cultivar between Hylotelephium telephium (Orpine or Livelong) native to Eurasia and H. spectabile (Showy stonecrop) native to eastern Asia.
Studio: Jumis Dreamers
Sitting Paragon: Cecelia
Capture: Firestorm
Pre-sets, Editing & Post Processing: Gimp
Lighting: Whims
Background: Shadowfell FF22
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The Enchanted Forest
~Cicely Fox Smith ~
The gnarled boughs hang darkling down,
And biers sweep my knees;
The moon is low, like a gold lamp,
Behind the twisted trees.
O dark and still are the wet fern
And trees where no birds nest;
What need have I for night or day
Who ride a livelong quest?
There is no cockcrow in the dark,
No bleat from a far fold,
When the Forest Folk begin to stir
Under the starlight cold.
Rend your wild hair, you elfin things,
That peep from bush and tree;
I know what strangling arms you reach
Athwart the dusk to me.
Twist your fierce lips, you false fair things,
I know what dance you tread
To what drear tune 'neath the cold moon
O' nights wi' the sheeted dead.
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"The little owls call to each other with tremulous, quavering voices throughout the livelong night, as they sit in the creaking trees."
- Theodore Roosevelt
What a delightful treat it was to have baby owls sitting in our enormous rhododendron bush. This was one of the first images I was able to capture...standing on my tiptoes and trying to hold completely still to capture those big beautiful eyes staring into my camera lens. There's a specialness to the nights when I stand outside and listen to the owls call to each other in the darkness.
Hylotelephium telephium, known as orpine, livelong, frog's-stomach, harping Johnny, life-everlasting, live-forever, midsummer-men, Orphan John and witch's moneybags, is a succulent perennial groundcover of the family Crassulaceae native to Eurasia. The flowers are held in dense heads and can be reddish or yellowish-white. A number of cultivars, often with purplish leaves, are grown in gardens as well as hybrids between this species and the related Hylotelephium spectabile (iceplant), especially the popular 'Herbstfreude' ('Autumn Joy').
The very young leaves can be eaten raw, and both the young leaves and firm tubers can be cooked.
The plant has been used medicinally, being used by the Romans to treat wounds, and in later times to treat internal ulcers.
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
Emily Dickinson
"The little owls call to each other with tremulous, quavering voices throughout the livelong night, as they sit in the creaking trees." - Theodore Roosevelt
Hylotelephium telephium (synonym Sedum telephium), known as orpine, livelong, frog's-stomach, harping Johnny, life-everlasting, live-forever, midsummer-men, Orphan John and witch's moneybags, is a succulent perennial groundcover of the family Crassulaceae native to Eurasia. The flowers are held in dense heads and can be reddish or yellowish-white. A number of cultivars, often with purplish leaves, are grown in gardens as well as hybrids between this species and the related Hylotelephium spectabile (iceplant), especially the popular 'Herbstfreude' ('Autumn Joy'). Occasionally garden plants may escape and naturalise as has happened in parts of North America.
Listen to the water mill,
Through the livelong day;
How the clicking of the wheel
Wears the hours away.
Languidly the autumn wind
Stirs the withered leaves;
On the field the reapers sing,
Binding up the sheaves;
And a proverb haunts my mind,
And as a spell is cast,
" The mill will never grind
With the water that has passed. "
Take the lesson to thyself,
Loving heart and true;
Golden years are fleeting by,
Youth is passing, too.
Learn to make the most of life,
Lose no happy day!
Time will ne'er return again —
Sweet chances thrown away.
Leave no tender word unsaid,
But love while love shall last:
" The mill will never grind
With the water that has passed. "
O, love thy God and fellow man,
Thyself consider last;
For come it will when thou must scan
Dark errors of the past.
And when the fight of life is o'er
And earth recedes from view.
And heaven in all its glory shines.
'Midst the good, the pure, the true,
Then you will see more clearly
The proverb, deep and vast:
" The mill will never grind
With the water that has passed. "
By Sarah Doudney
(Excerpt from her much longer poem, written at age 15)
Hylotelephium telephium (synonym Sedum telephium), known as orpine, livelong, frog's-stomach, harping Johnny, life-everlasting, live-forever, midsummer-men, Orphan John and witch's moneybags, is a succulent perennial groundcover of the family Crassulaceae native to Eurasia. The flowers are held in dense heads and can be reddish or yellowish-white. A number of cultivars, often with purplish leaves, are grown in gardens as well as hybrids between this species and the related Hylotelephium spectabile (iceplant), especially the popular 'Herbstfreude' ('Autumn Joy').
Sedum is widely considered to be an unnatural catch-all taxonomic grouping. That clade, originally given the informal name Telephium and later Hylotelephium, was given the taxonomic rank of tribe Telephieae. The name Hylotelephium telephium has been widely, but not universally adopted.
The name Telephium was thought to be named after a surgical term for an ulcer that was particularly difficult to cure. This in turn was named after King Telephus who suffered from a spear wound that would not heal.
The plant has been used medicinally, being used by the Romans to treat wounds, and in later times to treat internal ulcers. It has also been used for love-divination.
Sweet dreams, form a shade
O'er my lovely infant's head!
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
Sweet Sleep, with soft down
Weave thy brows an infant crown
Sweet Sleep, angel mild,
Hover o'er my happy child!
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my delight!
Sweet smiles, mother's smile,
All the livelong night beguile.
Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,
Chase not slumber from thine eyes!
Sweet moan, sweeter smile,
All the dovelike moans beguile.
Sleep, sleep, happy child!
All creation slept and smiled.
Sleep, sleep, happy sleep,
While o'er thee doth mother weep.
Sweet babe, in thy face
Holy image I can trace;
Sweet babe, once like thee
Thy Maker lay, and wept for me:
Wept for me, for thee, for all,
When He was an infant small.
Thou His image ever see,
Heavenly face that smiles on thee!
Smiles on thee, on me, on all,
Who became an infant small;
Infant smiles are his own smiles;
Heaven and earth to peace beguiles.
William Blake
Although June is National Rose Month, Roses actually start blooming in May. In fact, all of my Rose shrubs (except for one shrub) are in bloom right now.
Roses in American History
As the most popular flower in America (and the world, for that matter), it’s no surprise that roses made their way into the most famous house in America — the White House.
On November 20, 1986, President Ronald Reagan declared the rose the national floral emblem of the United States while standing in the White House Rose Garden.
The rose is also the state flower for North Dakota, Georgia, Oklahoma, New York and Iowa.
The White House Rose Garden was started in 1913 by First Lady Ellen Wilson.
Presidents still use the White House Rose Garden as the location for bill signings, press conferences, and diplomatic meetings.
It’s believed that George Washington was one of the first American rose breeders.
W. H. Davies, ‘In May’
Yes, I will spend the livelong day
With Nature in this month of May;
And sit beneath the trees, and share
My bread with birds whose homes are there …
“At last came the golden month of the wild folk—honey-sweet May, when the birds come back, and the flowers come out, and the air is full of the sunrise scents and songs of the dawning year.”
― Samuel Scoville Jr.
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Hylotelephium telephium (synonym Sedum telephium), known as orpine, livelong, frog's-stomach, harping Johnny, life-everlasting, live-forever, midsummer-men, Orphan John and witch's moneybags, is a succulent perennial groundcover of the family Crassulaceae native to Eurasia.
The name Telephium was thought to be named after a surgical term for an ulcer that was particularly difficult to cure. This in turn was named after King Telephus who suffered from a spear wound that would not heal.
The plant has been used medicinally, being used by the Romans to treat wounds, and in later times to treat internal ulcers. It has also been used for love-divination.
Taken from a boat on Lake Martin near Breux Bridge in Louisiana. Some people find these places a bit spooky but I could drift along watching the shadows and reflexions of the trees all the livelong day
The Atchafalaya Basin in Southern Louisiana containing huge areas of swamp and wetlands sadly it is under a lot of pressure from industry and pollution. I hope it can be preserved it’s a unique place and a wonderful habitat for wildlife
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“I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell!
They ’d banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!”
Emily Dickinson,
Cries back the wind from the whispering shore -
No words I understand;
Yet echoes in my heart a voice,
As far, as near, as these -The wind that weeps,
The solemn surge
Of strange and lonely seas. - "Echoes" - Walter de la Mare
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell!
They'd advertise -- you know!
How dreary to be somebody!
How public like a frog
To tell one's name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
I'm nobody! Who are you? by Emily Dickinson
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Hylotelephium telephium (synonym Sedum telephium), known as orpine, livelong, frog's-stomach, harping Johnny, life-everlasting, live-forever, midsummer-men, Orphan John and witch's moneybags, is a succulent perennial groundcover of the family Crassulaceae native to Eurasia. The flowers are held in dense heads and can be reddish or yellowish-white. A number of cultivars, often with purplish leaves, are grown in gardens as well as hybrids between this species and the related Hylotelephium spectabile (iceplant), especially the popular 'Herbstfreude' ('Autumn Joy').
Sedum is widely considered to be an unnatural catch-all taxonomic grouping. That clade, originally given the informal name Telephium and later Hylotelephium, was given the taxonomic rank of tribe Telephieae. The name Hylotelephium telephium has been widely, but not universally adopted.
The name Telephium was thought to be named after a surgical term for an ulcer that was particularly difficult to cure. This in turn was named after King Telephus who suffered from a spear wound that would not heal.
The plant has been used medicinally, being used by the Romans to treat wounds, and in later times to treat internal ulcers. It has also been used for love-divination.
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us - don't tell!
They'd advertise - you know!
How dreary to be somebody!
How public like a frog
To tell one's name the livelong day
To an admiring bog.
.................................Emily Dickenson
So long, good boy 😢
Four years ago, almost to the day, I had written these same words when your livelong best buddy had left us and I had secretly hoped since that I would never have to write them for you.
Back in January, shortly before your 12th birthday, when your blood analysis showed some light irregularities, we hoped it would all be OK - and it appeared to be. Some stupid blood values would not shake a rock like you.
In February, when the echography showed "two white spots of approx 10cm" around your liver, we still thought everything would somehow end up being OK - and your boundless energy, merely limited by the arthritis in your elbows, proved us right.
Last Thursday, once you had bravely gone through that scanner session and the light narcosis we had feared so much, you came home as if the worst was behind us now and we could go back to normal.
The results may have confirmed a big white spot on the liver, another one in the abdomen and some smaller ones on the lungs, the kidneys and here and there elsewhere, and the words 'tumor' and 'carcinoma' were used in the report, but we just stuck to the other words that said "maybe benign", "could be ... but not necessarily", "would need further analysis to be sure" etc.
And again, on Friday and Saturday, you enjoyed life to the fullest - as you always have.
And then ... yesterday morning at 3:00 a.m. things weren't OK any more - at all !! - and there was no more back to normal since. At 5:00 this after noon, just before we were supposed to come and pick you up at the vet, you decided it was time to go - and you left.
As always, YOU were the one who decided. Bad boy 😂😭
So, wherever you're heading to now, look down at us from time to time and together with Joey, you guys give us a sign.
You were the best boy one could possibly imagine and seeing you on that stainless steel table this after noon, holding your cold paw and looking into your cloudy eyes was definitely one of the worst moments ever.
Farewell Ikeboy, you were the sunshine of our life - and now it's dark and cold. 😭😭😭
Aus den Ruinen des Alten, des Zerstörten, erwächst rasch und kraftvoll neues Leben, manchmal sogar schöner als zuvor. So war es schon immer. Und so wird es immer sein. Das beschreiben die großen Religions-Schriften aber auch die alten Philosophen, die sehr genaue Beobachter des Lebens und der Natur waren. Ob für Fukushima, oder für Mariupol, oder für morbide politische Koalitionen - das Prinzip gilt offensichtlich für Alles im Leben. Wie auch bei diesem Foto der Fetthenne in unserem Garten. Darauf können wir vertrauen !
From the ruins of the old, the destroyed, new life grows quickly and powerfully, sometimes even more beautiful than before. That is how it has always been. And that is how it will always be. This is what the great religious scriptures describe, but also the ancient philosophers, who were very precise observers of life and nature. Whether for Fukushima, or for Mariupol, or for morbid political coalitions - the principle obviously applies to everything in life. As with this photo of the harping Johnny in our garden. We can trust in that !
The entire walk to Mossbrae Falls I kept having the song "I've Been Working on the Railroad" stuck in my head. ... "All the livelong day" ... To get to this waterfall you have to walk just over a mile along the Union Pacific Railroad tracks. Due to a couple accidents in 2011 the town of Dunsmuir began to discourage people from visiting the waterfalls. We went anyways. A couple trains passed by but we were safely out of the way when they did.
Willie and I left early Friday morning, spent the night in Shasta County, took some early morning photos and drove home. I think we spent more time driving than we did shooting and sleeping. We visited Burney Falls the evening before, had a surprisingly delicious meal (in which the waiter served us a number of free tasty treats ... personally I think he was hitting on Willie) and found our way to Mossbrae Falls.
Compared to the gigantic Burney Falls, Mossbrae seems almost like a trickle. There's no real defined "waterfall" but rather it's more of a weeping wall. A number of other photographers will prob. agree with me that this section of the wall is the most photogenic of the entire set of "falls" here. I tried a number of angles from various spots and ultimately decided I liked this composition the best. I just love how the green moss grows all over the walls and goes perfectly with the waterfall.
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Hylotelephium telephium (synonym Sedum telephium), known as orpine, livelong, frog's-stomach, harping Johnny, life-everlasting, live-forever, midsummer-men, Orphan John, witch's moneybags, and garden stonecrop
With Nature in this month of May;
And sit beneath the trees, and share
My bread with birds whose homes are there;
While cows lie down to eat, and sheep
Stand to their necks in grass so deep;
While birds do sing with all their might,
As though they felt the earth in flight.
- William Henry Davies, In May
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I've been working on the railroad
All the livelong day
I've been working on the railroad
Just to pass the time away
Can't you hear the whistle blowing
Rise up so early in the morn
This is a flash from the past ~ I remember singing this song when I was a little gal.
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Red Aurora Over Field.
Taith cynnes amsugno olwg haf hudol splendorous gwrtais cynnar,
distant angelica purpura colores considerate lilia agri Venerandum doctum bonarum artium hyacintho flores arborum,
Gesang der Zikaden hallenden Eindrücke amüsante Vorstellungen komischen Edelpassagen,
livelong jour lumineux atmosphère unique bambou méditation grenouilles délicieuses douces clignotantes,
الأوز الكرز الجميل المزدهر مختارات متواضع الخوخ تكوين نسيج المتنوعة,
poezie sublim vanturi abrupte nevăzute falnic nori empyrean grăsuț pădure nativ roz straluceste,
piangendo occhi ozio vaporoso identità appoggiata osservato stelle veloci baciare cuore intercambiabile,
ευρύχωρος χρυσή ποτάμια ολοένα και πιο ευχάριστη outstretching μυστικά απεμπλοκή εξαντλήσι στίχοι,
אדמה עליזה סהר מביך ריחני צללי מערות ללא תנועה כסף בשפע תפוחים מרעננות,
最も単純な燃える情熱高い魔法のまろやかな瞬間消韻永遠の反映時間.
Steve.D.Hammond.
Thy sunbeam comes upon this earth of mine with arms outstretched and stands at my door the livelong day to carry back to thy feet clouds made of my tears and sighs and songs.
With fond delight thou wrappest about thy starry breast that mantle of misty cloud, turning it into numberless shapes and folds and colouring it with hues everchanging.
It is so light and so fleeting, tender and tearful and dark, that is why thou lovest it,
O thou spotless and serene. And that is why it may cover thy awful white light with its pathetic shadows.
-Rabindranath Tagore (Nobel Laureate Indian Poet 1867-1940) : Gitanjali
FR Saxifrage paniculée - EN Livelong saxifrage - ES Corona de rey menor
Saxifraga paniculata Mill. (rosettes)
Rocher calcaire (alt. 1590 m)
Parzán (province de Huesca, Aragon, Espagne)
Indigène (Europe, Anatolie, Caucase, Iran, Nord-Est de l'Amérique du Nord)
Saxifrage en panicule - Livelong saxifrage
Saxifraga paniculata Mill. subsp. paniculata (port)
Rocher calcaire (alt. 2010 m)
Laruns (Pyrénées-Atlantiques, Nouvelle-Aquitaine, France)
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there 's a pair of us -- don't tell!
They 'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
By Emily Dickinson
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
by Emily Dickinson
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know!
How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one's name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!
More about Emily Dickinson: www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/155
As I enter my eighth decade on this planet I am delighted to report that senility is not imminent and I can quote Shakespeare all the livelong day!!!
There’s an eternal sunset, in every dreamer’s mind,
where lovers stroll, hand in hand, in a glow sublime,
where the right words are always spoken, before it’s too late,
every moment lived to its fullest, untinged by hate.
Where regrets are banned, and slights are shunned,
and no one gets cancer from too much sun,
where children laugh and scamper, the livelong day,
and no one calls them in, or tells them not to play.
Where everyone is cherished, and everyone is home,
no one goes without, and no one goes alone,
and every good deed goes unpunished,
and everyone knows the truth,
and people say please and thank you,
and ask about "your dear aunt Ruth."
O, call me Fool, and laugh out loud,
whisper about me, and think me proud,
I’ve dreamt this dream, and set it to rhyme,
it helps me along, from time to time.
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Thanks my friends from Flickr by half million of views and gentle comments.
Agradeço aos amigos do Flickr meio milhão de visitas e gentis comentários.
Sing, Little Birdie!
Sing, little birdie, sing
On topmost branches high!
And when thou spreadst thy airy wing,
Let not the sweet notes die,
But longer, louder be,
Until the echoes ring
That hide away where none may see,
But only hear them sing.
Methinks that I could stay
Forever with thee here,
And list thy strain the livelong day,
Forgetting sorrow's tear.
Watie W. Swanzy
...hurry up to eat a lot before going to sleep all the livelong night.
Great tits (Parus major) and marsh tits (Poecile palustris) have their supper.
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Photo taken with 600mm at aperture 16 (Minolta MC Tele Rokkor 300mm f/4.5 & MD 300-S Extender 2x) and a Nissin Di866 Mark II with self-built flash-extender.
Hochbetrieb...
...noch schnell ordentlich den Bauch vollschlagen vor der langen Nacht.
Kohlmeisen (Parus major) und Sumpfmeisen (Poecile palustris) beim Abendbrot.
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Foto aufgenommen mit 600mm bei Blende 16 (Minolta MC Tele Rokkor 300mm f/4,5 & MD 300-S 2x Telekonverter) und einem Nissin Di866 Mark II mit Eigenbau-Blitzextender.