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Pohutukawa, with its striking red flowers, is an important symbol for all New Zealanders. In Maori mythology, its flowers are said to represent the blood of a young warrior who perished while trying to avenge his father’s death. The Maori also used the flowering of Pohutukawa trees as a seasonal indicator, and when Christian settlers arrived in New Zealand, the blossoming of this species’ bright red flowers in December and January inspired its alternative common name of the New Zealand Christmas tree. Pohutukawa often features on festive greetings cards, poems and stories. As well as a cultural symbol, the species has several practical uses. Its hard strong timber was used for ship-building, and parts of the tree were also used medicinally by the Maori. (globaltrees.org/threatened-trees/trees/pohutukawa/)
© Dominic Scott 2021
The first light of the day illuminates a Whittier bound freight as they approach Brookman. This area is in an avalanche zone and is named for Kerry Brookman who perished while cleaning up one avalanche only to be engulfed by another.
Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world you desired can be won. It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.
-- Ayn Rand
While chopping down a huge Laurel bush/tree in the corner of my garden, to make way for decking, I came across the children’s old basketball. Been hidden in the corner for over 8 years and is weathered and perished, an ideal candidate for this week’s theme of texture. Happy Macro Mondays.
The lighthouse seems to be the guide of a ghost sea. How many ships perished in front of your sight? . How many others were saved thanks to its light?
I searched on google since I thought it was a cricket and found this: "The cricket symbolism is about good luck, wealth, and prosperity in general and is a usual positive sign. It is indicated that you should never harm this little insect, though, for your good luck will perish as well. Cricket is a bearer of happiness and love in your life."
I wonder if my good luck is a bit stretched after this cricket got some paint on his toes......
I'm crossing my fingers and hope it's a grasshopper! 😅😆
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
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Fire and Ice - Robert Frost
Dedicated to our lost brothers & sisters who perished on 9/11 and those who still bear the physical & emotional scars.
If music be the food of love
Sing on, sing on, sing on, sing on
'Til I am filled, am filled with joy
For then my listening soul you move
For then my listening soul you move
To pleasures that can never cloy
Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare
That you are music everywhere
Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare
That you are music everywhere
Pleasures invade both eye and ear
So fierce, so fierce, so fierce, so fierce
The transports are, they wound
And all my senses feasted are
And all my senses feasted are
Though yet the treat is only sound
Sure I must perish by your charms
Unless you save me in your arms
Sure I must perish by your charms
Unless you save me in your arms
certain creatures of the air
frightened by the night
they came to see the world again
and they perished in the light
-Leonard Cohen-
“Like the lily That once was mistress of the field and flourished, I'll hang my head and perish.” ~ William Shakespeare
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Spain; Belchite, Aragon 5/9/20. Church of San Martín de Tours.
The ruined village of Belchite stands as a memorial to the 4,800 souls that perished here in the fighting in 1937 during the Spanish Civil War. Republicans eventually rested control of the village from the 7,000 strong fascist force under General Franco. The village was totally destroyed in the fighting. Rather appropriately modern day Belchite, rebuilt next to the ruins, is twinned with Oradour-sur-Glane (France, 87).
Psalm 37:20 NIV But the wicked will perish: Though the Lord’s enemies are like the flowers of the field, they will be consumed, they will go up in smoke.
At the entrance to Dunbar Parish church is the monument erected to the memory of those members of the Lothians and Berwickshire Imperial yeomanry who perished in the war in South Africa in1900-01.The monument is an obelisk of Corncockle red sandstone 22 feet high on a pedestal on four steps It faces the public road. On that face is the regimental badge. The monument remembers the dead of 19th Company. Eleven names are recorded*.
The fourth panel remembers the later wars and is now treated as the front. It states that the names of the fallen are recorded in Edinburgh Castle. A short wreath laying ceremony is held after the church service on Remembrance Sunday. The names of the fallen are now also contained in books of remembrance in the church, where the regimental guidon is laid up and where there is a stained glass window commemorating the regiment.
The regimental association came annually to the church on Remembrance Sunday until it wound up in 2009. Lt Col Alan Waterston, and after his death, Mrs Waterston has arranged for a wreath to be laid and flowers to be provided for Remembrance Sunday.
The Scottish Yeomanry was formed in 1992 and the HQ squadron was called Lothians and Border Horse. It was disbanded in 1999. The Scottish and North Irish Yeomanry was formed on 31st October 2014 and E Squadron was named Lothians and Border Horse. In 2015 two officers from the revived squadron of Lothians Border Horse attended on Remembrance Sunday and the interest of the squadron has continued. It was granted the Freedom of East Lothian by East Lothian Council on 6th July 2019 and at the conclusion of the ceremony paraded to the memorial where I received them on behalf of the Community Council and a rededication service was held. They also expressed interest in the church and in Sgt Penn’s grave.
Jeszcze Polska nie zginęła,
Kiedy my żyjemy.
Co nam obca przemoc wzięła,
Szablą odbierzemy
Poland has not yet perished,
So long as we still live.
What the foreign force has taken from us,
We shall retrieve with a sabre.
..."It is prophesied that when the end comes, it will come in darkness: a catastrophe all foresaw but few believed.
Most of us will battle too late against the chaos, but not the few, the radical few, who obey no discipline. Unencumbered by conscience, they prepare ruthlessly pursuing their own preservation.
If they survive, the rest of us perish"...
- Frank Black
TEOTWAWKI
Millennium Episode 3.0.3
Smile on Saturday! :-) "WORDS OF LOVE"
Jesus is the love of my life, my Lord, my Savior, my everything. No greater love has ever been known. He has written me more love letters that I had a hard time deciding which one to share!
John 3:16 KJV For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
Happy Smile on Saturday! :-)
the original AMSTERDAM perished in 1749 near the south coast of Great Britain. You may visit this
replica which might give you an impression of life on board during the eight months which its voyage would take her to the East Indies. Many of the sailors never made it, due to all kind of causes.
better on black
The soldiers arrive in the dead of night,
making their way to the crossing,
It's gone 3am and the dead black sky cast not a shadow.
Muskets are fired and bayonnets fixed as the battle commences,
not one will survive this blood thirsty night, and all hope is lost forever.
Many years from now,
people will come here,
to visit this passage,
where 9000 men and all of their horses, perished forever.
As the evening's dying down
I will tend my weary mind
I must rest this heavy head
Getting tired
All these complicated fears
Equal complicated tears
Through a misty veil of black
I am blinded
The quiet in this room
All this suffocating gloom
When the darkness pulls me in
I am drowning
All the things that might have been
There were signs I should have seen
All these thoughts will wear me down
'Til I'm broken
Will you keep me hanging high?
Will you bleed me out to die?
I will tear myself apart
You belong here
Like a phototrophic spark
I will perish in the dark
When all light is washed away
It's all ending
There are things you ought to know
Certain things I should have shown
There's so much I want to say
If you let me
Will you keep me hanging high?
Will you bleed me out to die?
I will tear myself apart
You belong here
Draw the line out in the sand
If you want me, here I am
We were destined from the start
We're forever
Spain; Belchite, Aragon 5/9/20. Cross of the Fallen.
The ruined village of Belchite stands as a memorial to the 4,800 souls that perished here in the fighting in 1937 during the Spanish Civil War. Republicans eventually rested control of the village from the 7,000 strong fascist force under General Franco. The village was totally destroyed in the fighting. Rather appropriately modern day Belchite, rebuilt next to the ruins, is twinned with Oradour-sur-Glane (France, 87).
I don't know.. This might be taken down eventually. Oh, and again, if anyone's interested in my LR presets, check out the group.
Explored!
1 of 3 recently fledged Barn Owls. There were 5 but I can only imagine the other 2 perished during the bout of bad weather.
Nikon D500 - Nikon 500mm F4 AFS II
Shutter speed - 1/160
Aperture - F/4
ISO - 1600
"This is a person who, sometime in the Middle Ages, covered his state with his life. He shot a bow at the enemy, and it happened that at the same moment, a second, the enemy shot at him. He may have killed the enemy. But he himself fell. And this is such a contradiction - one with the other. Martial feat and death. What was done, I did so that the person watching could see for himself without me telling there what I wanted, what I did not want, that this moment when a person kills an enemy, this very moment is his death simultaneous, because the enemy managed to kill him.
There is the symbolism of a person who came because someone wants to take away the Motherland from her, someone wants to rape her mother, sister. And this is a person who understood me completely."
/Valentyn Seliber - the author of the monument in an interview in 2010/
Скульптура-символ Навала присвячена пам'яті студентів, аспірантів, викладачів Київського Державного Університету ім. Т.Г. Шевченка, що полягли в боях Великої Вітчизняної війни при обороні Києва (1941), повторивши подвиг його давньоруських захисників (1240) Автор Валентин Селібер, 1973, Встановлено 2010.
«Це людина, яка десь в середні віки своїм життя прикривала свою державу. Він вистрелив з лука по ворогу, то вийшло так, що в одну й ту ж хвилинку, секунду ворог по ньому вистрілив. Він, можливо, що й убив ворога. Але він сам впав. І це таке протиріччя – одне з другим. Бойовий подвиг і смерть. Те, що зроблено, я зробив так, щоб людина, яка дивиться, бачила сама без того, щоб я там розказував, що я хотів, чого не хотів, що оцю хвилинку, коли людина вбиває ворога, ця ж сама хвилинка – це його смерть одночасна, тому що ворог встиг його вбити.
Там символіка людини, яка прийшла, тому що хтось хоче у неї забрати Батьківщину, хтось хоче зґвалтувати матір, сестру. І це людина, яка мені зрозуміла абсолютно.»
/Валентин Селібер - автор пам`ятника в інтерв`ю 2010 року/
This wood carving celebrates the rich culture and heritage of Dorset's Gypsy and travelling community.
Founded in 2022 by the National Heritage Lottery Fund.
This pole also remembers "The Night of the Gypsies" on the 2nd August 1944 when 2897 Roma and Sinti who perished over 1 day and night in Auschwitze Birkenau.
"The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder."
Virginia Woolf
John 3:16 (ESV) "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
Dit was eens een van de meest gefotografeerde bomen van De Pinte.
Deze 150 jaar oude rode beuk verkeerde al een tijdje in slechte gezondheid en, ondanks verwoede pogingen om hem te redden, moest de kruin volledig weggeschoren worden.
Ook bomen vergaan.
A 150 years old red beech was in very bad shape and the crown was completely removed.
Trees also perish.