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Master of Affligem or Master of the Joseph Sequence - Joseph and Putifarre's wife (around 1500) - oil on oak panel dimensions 155 x 156.4 cm (diameter) - Alte Pinakothek of Monaco
Nella Genesi 39,6-20 si racconta come la sposa di Putifarre, ricco signore d'Egitto, si invaghisse, cercando di sedurlo, del giovane schiavo Giuseppe, acquistato dal marito e, per le sue capacità, posto a capo dell'amministrazione della casa.
Offesa dal rifiuto del giovane, la donna si vendicò accusandolo di fronte al marito di aver tentato di farle violenza, mostrando come prova la veste dello schiavo, della quale Giuseppe si sarebbe liberato pur di fuggire dalle mani della moglie del padrone. Per questa falsa accusa lo schiavo Giuseppe fu rinchiuso nelle prigioni del Faraone. Qui Dio diffuse su di lui misericordia, facendogli trovare grazia agli occhi del direttore del carcere al punto che costui gli affidò le sue stesse mansioni.
In Genesis 39.6-20 it is said how the wife of Putifarre, rich lord of Egypt, fell in love, trying to seduce him, with the young slave Giuseppe, bought by her husband and, for her skills, placed at the head of the administration of the home.
Offended by the young man's refusal, the woman took revenge by accusing him in front of her husband of having tried to do her violence, showing as proof the slave's robes, of which Giuseppe would have freed himself in order to escape from the hands of his master's wife. For this false accusation, the slave Giuseppe was locked up in Pharaoh's prisons. Here God spread mercy on him, making him find grace in the eyes of the prison director to the point that he entrusted him with his own duties.
Ruby-throated Hummingbird, young male
The adults are frequent visitors to this patch of Beebalm. I wonder whether the young are taught where to find this great source of nectar or if they are innately attracted to it, due to the nature of its flowers?
Burlington Northern XWP3555N, all four units are Western Pacific units, going around the big curve at Malin, OR going to Klamath Falls, OR on the afternoon of October 9, 1982. At this time just before the Union Pacific took total control of the Western Pacific in December 1982 there was only one train a day each way on the Western Pacific/Burlington Northern tracks between Keddie, CA on the Western Pacific and Klamath Falls, OR on the Burlington Northern.
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Crescent Beach, notice all the social distancing.....this is part of the reason Nova Scotia has NO cases at all of corona virus.
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Crescent Beach is a rare type of beach barrier called a tombolo, approximately 2 km (1.24 mi) long and 40 to 65 m (131 - 213 ft) wide. It divides the head of Green Bay from the tidal flats and salt march of Dublin Bay.
A tombolo is a natural sand bar that heads straight off shore to an island. A tombolo maintains a fragile balance between a building up of sand deposited by wind (generation), and the erosion of sand through wave scouring (degeneration). Most tombolos are therefore mobile, constantly shifting in length and width. Many will eventually disappear completely.
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all things must pass, or
time passes much too quickly when we're together laughing, or
you know how time fades away, or
time, time, time is(n't) on my side
Oh dear!!!
I either need Crocodile Dundee or Doctor Doolittle.....
Calling all local contacts......the Baslow Cattle are back!!..
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"A country in which the colour of your skin, or race or religion doesn't matter, but, rather, honesty and sincerity of heart do, this is the Italy that I want."
Thanks to my friend Baba Sissoko, one of the greatest african drummers
Whirlpool Galaxy or M51
Skywatcher 200p, NEQ6 mount, UV/IR Cut filter, Baader MPCC M3 coma corrector, ASI294MC Pro at -20C.
NINA Observatory Software.
35 x 300 second (2 hours 55 minutes) at Gain 121, Offset 30, dithering every 3rd frame, 40 dark frames, 40 flat fields, 40 dark flat frames.
Processed in APP, Topaz de-noise and Photoshop.
12th/13th April 2021.
Cimetière du Montparnasse. This is Céline Seurre (1873-1966) known as Cécile Sorel or the Comtesse de Ségur (by marriage) who was a French comic actress. She was know for her extravagant costumes.
Pernand-Vergelesses (Côte d'Or)
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Or "big market" is the name of this hidden village near Guilin. Not much to see here as it is still mostly residential however you get a glimpse of the old country lifestyle.
" Crafting homes that allure, but only a few possess the art of making a house a cherished haven.
Salt air whispers against pages, stories intertwine with sun-kissed skin. Her gaze, adrift on an endless horizon, seeks not words but a reflection of self. Houses, faces, fleeting warmth – echoes of belonging yet none a true resting place. The question hangs heavy, unanswered, 'Is this where I finally settle, or just another loving page, another chapter in my love song?' "
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. . . The Unreached Destination . . .
"It is not the destination, but the journey that matters." - T.S. Eliot
In her journey through life, she explored various houses and stayed with different people. Many tried to create a home that suited her tastes, decorating in ways they thought would please her.
However, despite having many homes and companions, the concept of a meaningful home remained elusive. Traveling through the virtual world for over 12 years, she encountered numerous places and faces, yet the feeling of solitude persisted. Though surrounded by others, even though she is the anchor for many people, the search for a genuine and lasting home continued. Since no one could be her anchor, an independent life became a cold path, freezing her heart until it couldn't feel a thing, even with much love surrounding her.
Deep emptiness persisted as the question 'Where is your home?' echoed, and the pursuit of meaning and belonging still continued, as if there were no destination for a free soul like hers.
Houses rise and fall, loved ones come and go, yet the road whispers on, an endless search for the elusive haven called home. Will it be found in the sun-kissed pages of a book, or the rhythm of the tide? Only the whispers of the wind know.
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Her answers when it's about an anchor and a true home.
" My happiness resonates with yours, woven with a tenderness you might not expect. My life flourishes independently, my wings may be familiar with only solo flights, darling, but with you, the sky takes on a radiant shimmer. Not a lifeline, but a more splendid vista. You truly add sweetness to my laughter, make my champagne fizzier.
You're not a necessity, but a cherished upgrade. With you, the view becomes more enchanting, and the laughter richer.
Is it selfish? Perhaps. Is it wise? Absolutely. Call it selfish, call it smart, I choose the penthouse, darling, not the real anchor. Yes, a feel-like anchor blows my mind the best, but no, not a real anchor. Baby, I'm too independent to need it.
In the years of my past, yes, we danced in this borrowed sunrise, all my partners must always be painfully aware that any sunset could whisk it away. No expectations, just the exquisite present. That's all I've offered for 12 years, and that's all I've ever needed. I always said, 'Take it or leave it' - my haven hasn't swayed with the tide, no guarantees, just the exquisite. Or take it or leave it - this heart yearns only for sunsets, never for chains.
Yet now, I've embraced change, a new me and a tide I've never experienced before. All to bring us happiness, allowing this relationship to flourish in the best way possible.
Still, there are no anchors here, just wider open arms, and the choice is always yours. "
Your move, firecracker
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D/s involves the dynamic between two people: one independent and the other dependent.
A: My life 'needs' you to be a part of it always.
B: My life 'prefers' having you, it's always a better life with you in it.
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" Perhaps I don't need you like a ship needs an anchor, or a bird, a nest. But I choose you, every fluttering beat of my heart a whispered preference. To be with you is to paint the horizon with rainbows, to dance with fireflies under stolen starlight. And though it may seem like a selfish waltz, a whispered plea for permanence, know this my love: the thought of stopping this exquisite choreography, of silencing the symphony we create, tears at the very fibers of my being...
So we walk hand in hand, my nomad love, into the unknown. We chase sunsets and build castles of sand, knowing the tide may reclaim them. But in each grain of laughter, in each stolen kiss, there is a whispered "forever," a fervent hope that our dreams may one day find a home within each other's hearts.. 💕 "
_____ Scarlett Saphira
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Home or not ?
Most of my pictures are taken in and around the city of Molde, witch is the capital of Møre og Romsdal, in the country of Norway
A rose is a woody perennial flowering plant of the genus Rosa, in the family Rosaceae, or the flower it bears. There are over a hundred species and thousands of cultivars.
They form a group of plants that can be erect shrubs, climbing or trailing with stems that are often armed with sharp prickles. Flowers vary in size and shape and are usually large and showy, in colours ranging from white through yellows and reds.
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The hotel where I stayed in Da Nang gave you a choice of swimming in the man made lagoon, swimming pool or the lovely warm South China Beach. The sand on the beach was as I remembered it some 40 years ago. It felt like warm silk beads between your toes. Definitely a top beach in the world of beaches.
Echinacea
Echinacea is a genus, or group of herbaceous flowering plants in the daisy family. The genus Echinacea has nine species, which are commonly called coneflowers. They are found only in eastern and central North America, where they grow in moist to dry prairies and open wooded areas. They have large, showy heads of composite flowers, blooming from early to late summer. The generic name is derived from the Greek word ἐχῖνος, meaning "hedgehog", due to the spiny central disk. These flowering plants and their parts have different uses. Some species are cultivated in gardens for their showy flowers. Echinacea purpurea is used in folk medicine. Two of the species, E. tennesseensis and E. laevigata, are listed in the United States as endangered species.
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Scientific name: Echinacea
Biological rank: Genus
Higher classification: Heliantheae
The Metro station 14 street is full of these awesome looking little statues. If you know about the story behind them, please comment.
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Woo, down to the wire this week.
I'm not usually so last minute but it's been hard to sit at the computer with all the nothingness I've had to do the last few days.
I knew early on that I'd be dog-sitting all weekend, so I figured I'd take my picture at Zoey's house.
I also knew what theme I wanted to go for...
Something I feel very strongly about:
Yard dogs.
Now, plenty of people have a house, and a yard, and a dog (or two or three.) And that's fine and dandy, don't get me wrong. But there are people who specifically have yard dogs, and that's where I have an issue.
Most of you know what I'm talking about. The scruffy, matted, muddy something-doodle obsessively running up and down the chain-link fence at the dead end street. The over-sized husky howling his sorrowful song atop his dog house during the middle of the night. The old, wobbly beagle wagging his tail as he slowly follows pedestrians along the perimeter of his yard - obviously starved for attention.
These are just some of the examples I've come across while exploring various neighborhoods here and there. I've been planning on starting a little project and photographing some of these dogs, but for now I just walk and observe. And what I see makes me sad.
I'm not someone who could ever have an "outside only dog" - it just doesn't feel right. I can understand the necessity sometimes, like with working breeds. A livestock guardian, for instance, needs to live among whatever it's protecting. I get that. But too often, I wonder why some of these everyday folks even bothered getting a dog, when they go through such great lengths to isolate it from their lives.
Most "animal people" will agree that a dog is part of the family. Zoey and Bailey, while having a fully functional, fenced yard, are family dogs. They sleep inside (on one of 6 pet beds), they eat good food, they have regular vet checkups. They make a show of barking at people coming onto their property but they were raised to love everyone (especially the neighborhood kids who hop the fence to say hello.) While they aren't taken out for walks (which is something that bugs me, but with 4 kids to look after it's understandable that the dogs will have to sacrifice something), they almost always get to go up to the lake house with their humans for a change of scenery. (They had to stay behind this time because it was a wedding occasion and 50 guests to deal with meant no dogs allowed.)
As someone who's almost always lived in an apartment, I must say most house-dwellers have got it easy when it comes to pet ownership. I have more free time here, with three dogs, than I do at home, with one dog. I get up, let the pups out, they do their business, they play, they come in, they sleep... A few hours later, we rinse and repeat. At night I go to bed with all three of them dead to the world from a full day of frolicking.
It's almost too easy. Herein lies the problem sometimes.
With the economy issues the last few years, I've seen a lot of people lose their homes. Along with that, one of the first things to go is the dog. "I'm moving into an apartment and I have to rehome my teacup chihuahua because there's no room" is often code for "I'm too lazy to walk my dog" or "there's no way my dog can adjust to apartment life because he has never lived inside before." Drives me crazy. I'd argue that ANY breed (or mix) can live comfortably indoors. A yard does nothing but give you an out from ... well, getting out.
I could go on but I'll stop the rant there. Long story short, I believe owning a pet should be harder work than many people let it be. There's tons of responsible pet owners out there who get it right, but they're equally matched by the irresponsible... and they get it so, so wrong. And, sadly, it's the pets who suffer for their luxury.
Climb out of your holes, people! And please take your dogs with you.
A moment to talk about the photo, now... It's my first upload with my new lens! Nothing fancy 'cause all the ones I really want are upwards of $600 and this is just a higher end kit lens, but it's fun having a bit of a wider angle to mess with. Zoom's gonna take some getting used to but we'll see what comes out of it.
I shot it a few different ways - higher up to see Haiku's face fully, and with his head placed at the gate opening for a clearer view. But when I went through the results, this one stuck out. The bar covering his eyes gave it the melancholy feel I was going for. Don't be fooled, though. Hike's anything but a neglected yard dog :)
His challenge for the week was being away from Zozo for the duration of the shoot (all of 5 minutes!) It'll be hard for him to go back home tomorrow. No yard, no full-time dog company... But we'll manage. Because as his owner, *I'll* sacrifice what I have to to keep him happy.
I'm also feeling a lot better about Flickr so I will definitely be back in the mix this week. Thanks to everyone who continues to read my essays :) I always enjoy hearing your thoughts!
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