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Brielle is a very old, fortified city. Its name is derived from the Celtic word brogilo (meaning "closed area" or "hunting grounds"). The oldest writings about Brielle indicate that the current location is the "new" Brielle. Den ouden Briel (Old Brill) must have been situated somewhere else on the Voorne-Putten Island. It received city rights in 1306. The city was for a long time the seat of the Count of Voorne, until this fiefdom was added to Holland in 1371. It had its own harbour and traded with the countries around the Baltic Sea. Brielle even had its own trading colony in Sweden.
During the Eighty Years' War between the Netherlands and Spain, the Capture of Brielle on April 1, 1572, by Protestant rebels, the Watergeuzen, marked a turning point in the conflict, as many towns in Holland then began to support William of Orange against the Spanish Duke Fernando Álvarez de Toledo, 3rd Duke of Alba who was sent to pacify The Netherlands. This event is still celebrated each year on April 1 and the night before (known as Chalk Night (kalknacht) when the city is defaced with chalk - and now also white paint). [Wikipedia]
One of the gates of Cordes-sur-Ciel
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One of the gates of Cordes-sur-Ciel
Early in the morning, especially in autumn, intense fog covers the Cérou valley in a diaphanous veil. Only the top of the medieval city emerges from the sea of clouds. Glowing from the light of the rising sun, the silhouette of the cite appears to float skywards, beyond the clouds. This is the origin of Cordes sur Ciel – Cordes in the sky.
Situated over a hundred meters above the valley of the Cérou and its tributary the Aurosse.
The fortified town was built in 1222 by Raimon VII, the Count of Toulouse, who, though not a Cathar himself, tolerated the heresy.
In 1222, Cordes received its charter to become a "bastide" from the Count of Toulouse. It is generally considered to be the first of the bastides of SW france. Bastides were "new towns" originally conceived to resettle and pacify people caught up in the Albigensian Crusade. Though not fortified, bastides were often built in defensible locations. It was built between 1222 and 1229 to protect the scattered population of the area from conflict. It was made to replace the village of Saint-Marcel, which was burnt down by the troops of Simon de Montfort in 1215, during the Northern Baron's crusade against the Albigensians.
During the heyday of the city (1280-1350) sumptuous Gothic houses, for which Cordes is now famous, were built by noble families and wealthy merchants.
From 1562 to 1625, wars of religion caused ongoing disturbances.
The walled city, regarded as the stronghold of the Albigensians, became a favourite of the Huguenots.
The, epidemics of plague in the fourteenth century reduced the population of the city and by the end of the seventeenth century, the construction of the Canal du Midi reduced trade and commerce, and the population fell to 2,500 inhabitants.
taken from: www.cordessurciel.fr/en/discover/history
Brielle is a very old, fortified city. Its name is derived from the Celtic word brogilo (meaning "closed area" or "hunting grounds"). The oldest writings about Brielle indicate that the current location is the "new" Brielle. Den ouden Briel (Old Brill) must have been situated somewhere else on the Voorne-Putten Island. It received city rights in 1306. The city was for a long time the seat of the Count of Voorne, until this fiefdom was added to Holland in 1371. It had its own harbour and traded with the countries around the Baltic Sea. Brielle even had its own trading colony in Sweden.
During the Eighty Years' War between the Netherlands and Spain, the Capture of Brielle on April 1, 1572, by Protestant rebels, the Watergeuzen, marked a turning point in the conflict, as many towns in Holland then began to support William of Orange against the Spanish Duke Fernando Álvarez de Toledo, 3rd Duke of Alba who was sent to pacify The Netherlands. This event is still celebrated each year on April 1 and the night before (known as Chalk Night (kalknacht) when the city is defaced with chalk - and now also white paint). [Wikipedia]
The white house on the right side is registered as a national heritage site (rijksmonument). The smaller white house as well.
“When did humans first create music?”
Due to an annoying blister on Rishabh’s toe, we decided against climbing the high dunes, and instead, waded along the enchanting Medano creek to keep thing easy for him. Medano is a seasonal waterbody that flows when snow melts in higher altitudes… four to five weeks every year. Today, the creek was flowing gently on the wet sand, barely above our ankles at its deepest grooves. Gifts offered by this meek river were being enjoyed by one and all – children and children-at-heart were splashing in it and others had found a wet seat on one of its many sand bars that were a foot or so high. Rishabh and I had settled down on one such sandbar. The creek was washing over our bare feet, which were visually fluttering in it. The wind was mild, the sunshine was bright, and the surrounding scenery (above) was impressive; it was a recipe for a peaceful few minutes. But peaceful it wasn’t.
A group of young adults, about 300-400 yards from us, were playing popular songs loudly on their hefty loudspeakers, which they had brought over for their picnic along with their devil-may-care-attitude. This was a national park – the Great Sand Dunes national park– and etiquette of such temples dictate enjoying the place without marring it for others. But these are young people who know everything due to google, and are used to gratification instantly, as if hedonic pleasure is some ‘a-minute-to-cook’ noodle. I sincerely feel sad for this generation. They dig a lot, but nothing much sinks in. They want to smell good, but don’t know how to smell wildflowers. They smile wide for their selfies, but to other human beings, they offer 'smile' emojis.
Rishabh was visibly upset with the wild bunch. To pacify, I reminded him that they were playing one of his favorite songs. “Not here!”, he said firmly. Equally agitated as him, I wondered if this old place had any medication for this new age agony. “Close your eyes and try listening to everything else”, I told Rishabh and did so myself. Slowly waves of man-made music faded from my ears. Cleansed somewhat, I heard the faint chortle of the creek. The giggle was not uniform, but it was rhythmic – the creek knew how to hold time in a rhyme, an art it must have learned from melting spirits of the mountains. Every now and then, a somewhat more vigorous wave would rush through a little sand-canyon and create eddies that percussed like a drum. Braiding with aquatic acoustics, large chunks of sand would now and then dislodge from the bar, splash on the flowing water, and create a roaring crescendo like an orchestra gong. Clearly, the creek was on a song, but only for humble ears that knew how to drop pretenses and court purity.
Somewhen then, breaking the creek’s hypnotism, Rishabh asked, “When did humans first create music?” My son often asks such questions– somewhat silly on the surface, but frustratingly deep to effectively respond. But this time, I had an answer. I said, “Perhaps, a long time ago, when a father and son sat patiently by a creek and heard it warble.”
PS: Zoom into those dunes for human figures, if you care about scale.
Brielle is a very old, fortified city. Its name is derived from the Celtic word brogilo (meaning "closed area" or "hunting grounds"). The oldest writings about Brielle indicate that the current location is the "new" Brielle. Den ouden Briel (Old Brill) must have been situated somewhere else on the Voorne-Putten Island. It received city rights in 1306. The city was for a long time the seat of the Count of Voorne, until this fiefdom was added to Holland in 1371. It had its own harbour and traded with the countries around the Baltic Sea. Brielle even had its own trading colony in Sweden.
During the Eighty Years' War between the Netherlands and Spain, the Capture of Brielle on April 1, 1572, by Protestant rebels, the Watergeuzen, marked a turning point in the conflict, as many towns in Holland then began to support William of Orange against the Spanish Duke Fernando Álvarez de Toledo, 3rd Duke of Alba who was sent to pacify The Netherlands. This event is still celebrated each year on April 1 and the night before (known as Chalk Night (kalknacht) when the city is defaced with chalk - and now also white paint). [Wikipedia]
Charon, in Greek myth, rowed across the rivers of Styx and Acheron in a boat. This was what he used to take the souls of the dead across the rivers.
In Hindu belief's we scatter the ashes of our dead in the holiest of our rivers The Ganges..
This year I've had to make this melancholy journey twice to the banks of the river after my Maternal Grandmother (in Feb) and then my Father (in Nov) passed away... They were the two most important people in my life and I miss them so....
I pray that their souls are forever pacified in the embrace of the river of belief.....
Matilda follows me everywhere. She sleeps on my bed day and night, and she often calls and calls when I'm not in my room, for me to come to the room and be with her. If I leave the house she calls and calls. My mum pacifies her and she now settles down quickly. Her eyes often follow my every move. When I lift my keys she knows that sound, and she knows I am going out. There is resignation and she goes and puts herself to sleep somewhere. She notices everything. When my car pulls up in the driveway, and I put my keys in the front door to unlock it, she has jumped down off my bed watching to see if it's me. I suspect she fears abandonment.
Midnight is more of a back bencher. He still has his preference to be outside.
Matilda turned 11 years old on the 23rd of December 2016.
Here we find Ravana trying to lift Mount Kailas and is trapped .He sings Sama Ganam to please The Lord and is blessed by The Lord ..
Next we find The Lord as Tripurantaka , the quell er of the three asuras.
Next we find The Lord Pacifying Goddess Parvati .
There are many ideas as to where Paola’s name came from but the one that makes the most sense to me is that Roman Consul named Lucius Aemilius Paulus settled here after the legion pacified the locals and named it after himself. The most commonly held historical belief of how the cities name came to be is that this area was very rich in grassland for livestock and was used as such by the nearby town of Fuscaldo, the description for grazing land in Latin is Pabula. However the name came to be the city is beautiful and its heart is Piazza del Popolo captured here with the 'Pisciariddi' an 18th century monumental fountain that sees constant use all day long from the locals drinking or just taking a refreshing facial splash before moving on with their day.
I took this on Sept 25th 2023 with my D850 and Tamron 24-70mm f2.8 G2 Lens at 24mm, 1/50s, f8 ISO 100 processed in LR, PS +Lumenzia ,Topaz, and DXO
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Most of the food lanes have carts selling dates in Bandra you cant escape them, they are the flavor of Ramzan..and you will see similar hand carts with exotic Arab dates in Bhendi Bazar Pydhonie Null Bazar areas..
And God is great even though I dont have a camera I am yet able to document Ramzan 2011 without stealing pictures from the Internet.. I have shot Ramzan for so many years that the freshness of Ramzan pictures never fade , a picture shot last year becomes a blog for this year Ramzan 2011..
I shoot with respect and sensitivity , being a Muslim I know how to adhere my shots I shoot women in Hijab but I shoot and show them as pride of our community, and I shoot a mother as a mother ..
I am helpless without a camera it is a limb that I used extensively attached to my minds eye losing it for 3 days makes me handicap but not an invalid as a blogger..
And I blog in the dark without a lamp using the light of the monitor , without disturbing my wife .. who will get up at 3 am to freshly cook the sairi..our Iftari too is homemade..
And soon after the potholes lose their quintessential charm in DNA and Hindustan Times two children almost identical twins that got lost in a Mela , and with some place for the new floating abandoned ship MV Pavit , you will see Iftar party photos , the despicable typically Un Miya white fur cap on fat Hindu politicians huge bellies camera grin hosting the Roza for more sleazy looking Miya guests made to wear the same white fucked oversize furry vely funny caps , licking ass of Ministerji this is the flip side of sycophancy in the name of Ramzan..I almost puked what I ate as dinner...
Every person has his own metabolism at work I had my Iftar but by 10 pm I was not in a position to eat my dinner I am a diabetic and so I took 4 morsels of rice and some salan that was my dinner.. a cup of black tea..hit the sack.
I got up a few minutes back..Nerjis Asif Shakir and Marziya both not being well it unbalances me and I see their mother trying to pacify them , I took Nerjis in my arms while Marziya was being forced fed and so life continues in the twilight zone as a concerned grand parent.
And blogging is not trying to meet a dead line , blogging is not sensationalism, blogging luckily is not newsprint, blogging is not going down under an editors you know what...blogging is assimilating thoughts and bringing them down as human emotions that you feel too and honestly blogging is encouraging you to blog your thoughts too ,man is a lonely animal he loves to lunch on other peoples thoughts as they are almost akin to what he feels my personal opinion , so a date cart becomes a catharsis ..and a single date and Allah Huma Laka Sumto breaks your fast.. and you look forward to the next one and the next one after that..
Vigan is an island which is separated from the mainland by three bodies of water:[citation needed] the Abra River, the Mestizo River, and the Govantes River. The city is unique in the Philippines because it is one of many extensive surviving Philippine historic cities, dating back to the 16th century.
Vigan was a coastal trading post long before the Spaniards arrived; Chinese traders sailing from the South China Sea came to Isla de Vigan (Island of Vigan) via the Mestizo River that surrounded the island. On board their ships were sea-faring merchants that came to trade goods from other Asian kingdoms in exchange for gold, beeswax, and other mountain products brought by the indigenous peoples from the Cordilleras region.
In the book The Philippine Island (Vol. III, p. 276, Blair and Robertson) two letters from Governor General Guido de Lavezaris to King Philip II of Spain mention: "It seemed best to send Captain Juan de Salcedo with 70 or 80 soldiers to explore the coast of Los Ilocano on the shores of the river called Bigan." The Spaniards marched north from Manila on May 20, 1572 and arrived in Vigan on June 12, 1572.
Thus, after the successful expedition and the exploration of the North, Juan de Salcedo founded "Villa Fernandina de Vigan" in honor of King Philip II’s son, Prince Ferdinand, who died at the tender age of four. From Vigan, Salcedo rounded the tip of Luzon and proceeded to pacify Camarines, Albay, and Catanduanes.
As a reward for his services to the King of Spain, Salcedo was awarded the old province of Ilocos which consisted of the modern provinces of Ilocos Norte, Ilocos Sur, Abra, La Union and a part of Mountain Province as his hacienda (estate), and was accorded the title of "Justicia Mayor de esta Provincia de Ylocos" (Province Mayor of Ilocos).
In 1576, Salcedo returned to the capital of his encomienda (trusteeship), Vigan, bringing with him his soldiers, and some Augustinian missionaries to pioneer the evangelization of the Ilocos region. He established a Spanish city for the purpose of controlling the neighboring country.
Governor General Gómez Pérez Dasmariñas, in his Account of encomienda dated in Manila on May 31, 1591 states: "The town of Vigan called Villa Fernandina consisted of Spanish settlers; a priest; a Justice Alcalde Mayor (Governor); and a Deputy. The King collects 800 tributes (equivalent to 3,200 subjects)." During this period, Vigan was composed of 19 barrios (districts).
Between 1645 to 1660, Vigan was divided into 21 Cavezas de Barrios (Town Mayors) as mentioned in the Libro de Casamiento (Book of Marriage); from the records of the parish house of Vigan found in its Archives. Separated from the indigenous population; the Chinese migrants were residents in a neighbourhood called pariancillo, Los Sangleyes del parian (The Sangleyes of Parian); and the Spanish settlers were residents in a town called Los Españoles de la Villa (The Town of the Spaniards).
In some ways the wildlife photographer is not dissimilar from the hunter. Finding a subject on its own turf takes patience and sometimes, skill. Beyond that the two diverge. Although I love observing nature unfold in my apparent absence, I am also enthralled when watching animals discover my presence. For some it means the photo session is over. For others a lack of fear or unavoidable curiosity help to create a photograph that is truly engaging. And why not? As observers we are engaged with the animal and they, with us. The beauty of photography is that the photographer has the opportunity to involve oneself with nature and its allure while doing as little as possible to disturb it. The trophy is bringing home digital memories that serve to remind, awe, educate, inspire, and pacify. When the photographer leaves a million-year genetic lineage is still intact and nature carries on. #Cheetah
SULLY-SUR-LOIRE lies on the south bank of the Loire, 7km east of St-Benoît and accessible by bus from Orléans. The grand Château here is pure fantasy (daily: April–Sept 10am–6pm; Oct–March 10am–noon & 2–5pm; closed Jan; €3.40; guided visits only), despite savage wartime bombing that twice destroyed the nearby Loire bridge and caused incidental damage to the Château itself. From the outside, rising massively out of its gigantic moat, the Château has all the picture-book requirements of pointed towers, machicolations and drawbridge. Whether sunlit or floodlit, it's a real treat. The interior is slowly being refurnished by its owners – the department of the Loiret – but it's still quite bare, though the Great Hall is adorned with a beautiful series of sixteenth-century tapestries, and the rebuilt Louis XV wing has rooms decorated in seventeenth-century style.
The castle originally belonged to one of Charles VII's favourites, Georges de la Trémoïlle, who infuriated Joan of Arc by encouraging the Dauphin to devote himself to idle hunting in the forests around Sully, and by pursuing a pacifying, diplomatic solution to the wars. After Joan's failure to liberate Paris in 1430, de la Trémoïlle virtually imprisoned her in the castle. She escaped, but was captured less than two months later at the disastrous battle of Compiègne. The castle changed hands in 1602, this time being snapped up by Henri IV's minister, the Duke of Sully, who added the moat and park, and pushed out the river bank to protect his glorious creation from the vagaries of the Loire. After Henri's death, the arrogant minister was forced into retirement, which he spent writing in his castle. In the eighteenth century young Voltaire, exiled from Paris for libellous political verse, also spent time at the Château, sharpening his wit in the company of enlightened thinkers with whom the Duke of Sully of the time liked to surround himself. Sully's International Music Festival (www.festival-sully.com) runs right through June, featuring classical concerts held in a huge marquee in the grounds of the Château.
The train station, on the Bourges–Etampes line, is ten minutes' walk from the centre of the village, where the tourist office can be found on place de Gaulle (May–Sept Mon–Sat 9.30am–12.30pm & 2–7pm, Sun 10.30am–1pm; Oct–April Mon–Sat 9.30am–12.30pm & 2.30–6.30; tel 02.38.36.23.70). Bikes are a good way to explore and can be rented from Cycles et Motocycles Venon on rue du Marechal Foch (tel 02.38.36.24.78).
Two decent hotels stand around the central marketplace: the Hostellerie du Grand Sully, 10 bd du Champ-de-Foire (tel 02.38.36.27.56, fax 02.38.36.44.54; €40–55; closed Sun eve & Mon) is a reliable choice with a good restaurant (menus from €25); while the large, rambling Le Pont de Sologne 21 rue Porte de Sologne (tel 02.38.36.26.34, fax 02.38.36.37.86; €30–55) has a choice of attractive, newly refurbished rooms or cheaper tatty ones. The municipal campsite (tel 02.38.36.23.93; closed Nov–April) has a great riverside location, practically in the grounds of the Château. For eating out, Côtes et Jardin, at 8 rue du Grand Sully (tel 02.38.36.35.89; closed Tues eve, Wed & last 2 weeks in Sept), on the Château side of the village, is a distinctly classy affair, with an exceptionally good-value lunchtime menu for €11.
A thousand-year-old tradition dating back to the Heian period, this Shinto ritual seeks to pacify the spirit of Sugawara no Michizane by delivering the message of his exoneration. The climax arrives when the doors of Houfu Tenmangu Shrine swing open, unleashing a torrent of white-clad men, the "hadakabō," who storm the hall. The spectacle of the massive, 500-kilogram oajirokoshi palanquin careening down the steps is nothing short of breathtaking. This is one of western Japan's most exhilarating and chaotic festivals.
Press the 'Go' and then type 'L' to enlarge. It loops. 'Escape' to return.
A photo taken during an Atlantic storm can look moody, with buffets of wind and the drenching rain somehow pacified into frame. Whilst I was on the Hebredine Isle of Islay for its prehistory and protohistory, I could not escape the presence of whisky distillation, and the aging whisky barrels provided a fitting witness to the conditions for much of the shoot. The barrels are from Ardbeg. Any prehistoric hut and general lifestyle would need to be designed to withstand just such episodes and more.
AJ
Where autumn comes with fresh air.
where flower glows like gold on sunlight.
where children are lively as faeries, play on their pacifying gardens of paradise.
It is a real life tale. A tale of a season in a fertile land.
Dhaka , Bangladesh.
In Bangladesh, kass flower (Kans grass : Saccharum spontaneum ) blooms on Autumn especially, around natural water reservoirs.It holds the identity of beauty on that time.It is a wasteland weed.Soil of this part of the world (south Asia) is so fertile that every inch grows something.This special gift from nature turns grassy land into fairyland.
Boulevard Saint-Jacques, près la place Denfert-Rochereau, Paris.
Architecte : ?
Au Xe siècle, la vallée plantée de vigne et de vergers s'étendant de l'actuelle place Denfert-Rochereau au jardin du Luxembourg était si verdoyante qu'elle fut justement nommée le Val Vert, puis Vauvert. Vers l'an 1000, Robert II le pieux, fils et successeur d'Hugues Capet, y fit construire un petit château fort sinistre (à l'emplacement de l'actuel observatoire), afin de se tenir à l'écart de la ville suite à ses déboires sentimentaux ; château qu'il abandonna sitôt la situation rétablie. Il devint, les années passant, le siège de ronces et de vagabonds, brigands et autres personnages peu fréquentables dont les bruyantes activités nocturnes effrayaient les riverains, au point que l'on finit par dire que le lieu était habité par le diable. Même la voie du Vauvert finit rebaptisée « sentier d'Enfer ».
Bien évidemment, le boucan d'enfer émanant des ruines du château devait cesser, et on dépêcha l'armée pour pacifier l'endroit - sans succès, les militaires ressortant toujours terrorisés de ce lieu diabolique. C'est ainsi que, pour parler d'un endroit effroyable, isolé et peu recommandable, naquit l'expression d' « aller au diable Vauvert ».
Par un jeu de mot douteux, la municipalité rebaptisa la place d'Enfer en place Denfert-Rochereau en 1878, en l'honneur de celui qui était gouverneur de Belfort pendant la guerre de 1870.
La rue (et le boulevard) d'Enfer a depuis été renommée boulevard Saint-Michel, avenue Denfert-Rochereau et boulevard Raspail.
Serait-ce à cette histoire (et à la barrière d'Enfer, ancienne porte de Paris dont les deux pavillons subsistent place "Denfert") que l'architecte se référait en dessinant ces barreaux de fenêtres ?
English version
Denfert-Rochereau square, Paris - a short history.
In 1000 AD, Robert II the Pious, king of France, son and heir of Hugues Capet, had such a disastrous love affair that he decided to build a sinister castle outside the city of Paris (located at today's observatory, near the Luxembourg garden). As soon as he got his mood back, a few years later, he abandonned his castle to ruins, rapidly inhabited by various bandits and criminals. They made so much noise came the night that people started to claim the castle was bedeviled - the place of Satan himself. The road was finally called le sentier d'Enfer, litterally the way to Hell.
The castle went (it took monks - the military couldn't - to pacify the place 250 years later), the name stayed. The 18th century-built square also took this name: the place d'Enfer, or Hell's square.
In 1878, the City of Paris finally rechristened the square in honour to the governor of Belfort during the 1870 war with Germany, using a dubious pun: the place Denfert-Rochereau (as you may have guessed, d'Enfer and Denfert are pronounced the exact same way in french).
Sources:
Le diable Vauvert: Dominique Lesbros in Paris mystérieux et insolite, De Borée éditions.
La place Denfert: Wikipedia
Note : processing LR3 Bêta sauf traitement du bruit de luminance (non géré dans la Bêta)
© 2009 Jean Lemoine - Tous droits réservés.
Cantagalo–Pavão–Pavãozinho is a bairro (neighborhood), a grouping of two favelas in the South Zone of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, located between the bairros of Ipanema and Copacabana. As of 2010, it has circa 9,500 inhabitants.[1]
Cantagalo and Pavão–Pavãozinho were well known for violence, especially that associated with drug wars.[2] However, beginning in December 2009, the bairro was pacified by a then-newly formed Pacifying Police Unit (UPP).[1][3] On 30 June 2010, the Rubem Braga Complex was inaugurated in it, composed of two towers, an overlook (named by the inhabitants of the region "Mirante da Paz", or the "Peace Overlook") and two lifts linking the favela to the General Osório Metro Station.[4]
The Rio de Janeiro section of the 2009 first-person shooter video game Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 was fashioned after the favela complex.[2] Gospel music singer Fernanda Brum has a song entitled "Pavão Pavãozinho"; it was inspired by and had its music video shot at the favela
A thousand-year-old tradition dating back to the Heian period, this Shinto ritual seeks to pacify the spirit of Sugawara no Michizane by delivering the message of his exoneration. The climax arrives when the doors of Houfu Tenmangu Shrine swing open, unleashing a torrent of white-clad men, the "hadakabō," who storm the hall. The spectacle of the massive, 500-kilogram oajirokoshi palanquin careening down the steps is nothing short of breathtaking. This is one of western Japan's most exhilarating and chaotic festivals.
7/8/07.
"You and your museum of lovers
The precious collection you've housed in your covers
My simpleness threatened by my own admission
And the bags are much too heavy
In my insecure condition
My pregnant mind is fat full with envy again
But I still love to wash in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldn't love another
I can't help it...you're my kind of man
Wanted and adored by attractive women
Bountiful selection at your discretion
I know I'm diving into my own destruction
So why do we choose the boys that are naughty?
I don't fit in so why do you want me?
And I know I can't tame you...but I just keep trying
'Cause I love to wash in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldn't love another
I'm on your list with all your other women
But I still love to wash in your old bathwater
You make me feel like I couldn't love another
I can't help it...you're my kind of man
Why do the good girls always want the bad boys?
So I pacify problems with kisses and cuddles
Diligently doubtful through all kinds of trouble
Then I find myself choking on all my contradictions
'Cause I still love to wash in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldn't love another
Share a toothbrush...you're my kind of man
I still love to wash in your old bathwater
Make me feel like I couldn't love another
I can't help it...you're my kind of man
No I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I still love to wash in your old bathwater"
October pacified the weather's colden touch
A hunger looms for scarcities sake
Rumbling through Autumn cares not
For what it leaves beholden eyes sweep
With golden strokes a reddish shade
Sky blue rarities and morning haze
The dew upon one's mind clears by noon
All that Summer forgot retorting by tea
With gusto lime seeds a sky in motion
A fairground attraction of season's a turning
And down they come still some more
Another breeze please to blow them all next door!
The red carpet is temporarily out
My Virginia Creeper waves goodbye
She is punctual and nicely turned out
But leaves her abode so empty and alien-looking
Just a spangle of wiry reminders
Chores for the dark days ahead,
For I must keep the runway clear awaiting her return
She like the plum tree and Hazel, Ash and Maple
All of this months choosing departure soon to be done
Meanwhile 'my' Sparrows enjoy the last of leafy shelter
Till the mile-a-minute can take frost no more
It retains furnishings valiantly, sometimes to November proper
When all else around has been vacated
It is now the birds who take more interest in my diet
Crusts eyed with a fervour I cannot match
Let my corners house their gastronomic needs
For I could do a little without as they could with a little more
We all in tandem await what Winter may bring
Ignoring it's past gentilities, for it takes only a slight
Upon the isobaric positioning
To return our language to wintry words of yore;
Icicles, frost flowers, blizzards and drifts
May all reappear at old Mother Earth's behest
We the particle that make up the evolutionary tree,
Are but a one leaf fall in the garden of memory
A snowflake in time that'll not be the last.
by anglia24
09h00: 03/10/2008
©2008anglia24
Wat Saphan Hin is the most prominent temple in West Sukhothai, and is situated on top of a hill. Its name means “Monastery of the stone bridge”, due to the long and steep stone path that leads to the place. The only remais that are left from the original monastery standing, apart from a few chedis, are a 12 meter tall Buddha statue on a brick terrace, depicted in a position to pacify a dispute, and the original columns flanking it. Its location on the hill offers good views over the set of ruins of the Historical Park, and also the nearby mountains.
The Republic's disastrous Jabiim campaign during 22 BBY ends with an ignominious evacuation offworld. Ordered to pacify the native civil war occurring between Jabiimi separatist and loyalist factions, a clone task force led by a sizable contingent of Jedi was dispatched to the muddy planet of Jabiim. Despite some early success against the Jabiim separatists, the arrival of CIS war materiel and troops spelled certain doom for the outnumbered Republic forces. Worst of all, the constant storms and lack of adequate transports meant the Republic forces had to abandon their loyalist allies, to the great dismay and seething, generational fury of the Jabiimis.
Here, ARC Trooper Alpha-17 communicates with General Skywalker while a gunship with another Jedi commander arrives to evacuate the clones from a hard-fought separatist position, with loyalists shouting in anger to be left behind.
I hope you enjoy this build! I finished it in the summer of 2022 and displayed it at Brick Rodeo but only recently took photos. It started as a simple stand to display my friend RichboyeJhae's amazing Republic Gunship MOC, which I modded to be weathered and mud-stained, but quickly expanded into a full-fledged MOC with trenchworks and all. This was also intended to be a terrain-testing MOC for a much larger similar one that I've been working/procrastinating on for three years now. Stay posted for my (hopeful) completion of it by the end of the summer.
Credits to Jhae for his epic gunship design, and my friends Jako of Nerogue and Roanoke Handybuck for invaluable terrain-building help during the flurry to finish it at Brick Rodeo last year <3
Maranatha
CATWA HEAD Daniel [SL Neck] v3.0
MY SHAPE HUNTER
STRAY DOG -DAVID CATWA TONE 08 w/o BROWS TMD event NEW!
MANDALA]STRETCHED_Ears_Season2 HUMAN
Gloom. - Pacify Set - Green (catwa) HIPSTER MEN EVENT NEW!
IDTTY Faces - Brave Eyebrows MAN CAVE EVENT NEW!
VOLKSTONE - Slacker Facial Hair & Mesh Beard, MAN CAVE EVENT NEW!
GALVANIZED. Suit Jacket - Blue SIGNATURE event NEW!
GALVANIZED. Suit Chinos - Black SIGNATURE event NEW!
Kokoro Poses - Asuma Fatpack - ! HIPSTER MEN EVENT NEW!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CBWcRMonvWA
"Paranoid"
Finished with my woman 'cause she couldn't help me with my mind
people think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time
All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy
Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify
Can you help me occupy my brain?
Oh yeah
I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find
I can't see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind
Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry
Happiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unreal
And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state
I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it's too late
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Where did your dreams take you last night?
Snow is falling while I keep my promise;
You were restless in the darkness
While calling my number.
Any hurt or wound I will pacify;
Here’s our chance meeting
With traveler’s motion
No time for exhaustion.
I didn’t sleep a wink
Wondering if the train
Will arrive on time.
Meet me at the station
Before the city changes
I already bought your ticket
Now you keep your vow
Allow our dreams to take us in the night;
Snow is falling
I feel you near.
By Bambi Chicue
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During my childhood my parents put me on the train to see my Grandparents often. In those days it was safe. I remember watching every scene as the window captured my attention for the full trip back and forth. So, yes, I love trains, railroad tracks and train stations!
Killer’s Productions “Snow Bronxtown Railway Station & Tracks” stole my heart and I’ll be picking up lots of tickets to anywhere USA from this sweet snowy delight! Details here!
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Enjoy!
Bambi Chicque
Designer ~ BamPu Legacies
& SL Blogger
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Mum in the middle, my sister, Erica on the right. Behind Erica is her son (Mum's grandson), Bradley. On the left is Bradley's daughter (Mum's great-granddaughter), Ashleigh, and her partner Brody. And in the middle is the star of it all, Mum's great-great granddaughter, Bonnie Rose.
Apart from all of that, this was my first ever attempt at a group portrait. Ominous clouds were rolling in as we drove to the chosen site, I hurriedly posed the group, and we had exactly four minutes from the first shot until the sky opened up and it started pouring (with a frantic moment or two taken in the middle to pacify Bonnie who perhaps was a bit overwhelmed by it all).
So all in all, I'm pretty happy with the result.
Rangiatea Church, Otaki - Te Rauparaha was determined to build a still finer church in his pa at Ōtaki. In 1844, he felled the necessary trees from his forest preserve at Ohau. They were then floated down the Ohau and Waikawa rivers, dragged along the coastline to Ōtaki, and hauled overland to Mūtikotiko, where the church was to be built.
The construction of the church was soon interrupted by two factors. Firstly, progress was slowed by the breakdown of Māori-European relations during the early 1840s. These disturbances prompted Sir George Grey to arrest and illegally detain Te Rauparaha, in order to pacify the local Māori tribes.
The second factor which delayed the construction of Rangiātea was the serious illness of Octavius Hadfield. In 1847, Samuel Williams was appointed to replace Hadfield at the Ōtaki mission. Williams encouraged the Ngāti Raukawa to continue the building project, but progress was slow until the return of Te Rauparaha the following year.
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This is one of a series of night shots I took of this church. You will find the other two here; Rangiatea Church and Rangiatea II
A thousand-year-old tradition dating back to the Heian period, this Shinto ritual seeks to pacify the spirit of Sugawara no Michizane by delivering the message of his exoneration. The climax arrives when the doors of Houfu Tenmangu Shrine swing open, unleashing a torrent of white-clad men, the "hadakabō," who storm the hall. The spectacle of the massive, 500-kilogram oajirokoshi palanquin careening down the steps is nothing short of breathtaking. This is one of western Japan's most exhilarating and chaotic festivals.
Richard Wolff on Socialism ( plus economic growth in USSR & China Vs debt ridden US etc ) , 2019
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kVo0YNZK_oY
There isn't much to rejoice these days, and I completely agree with the following view on world economy :
The world economy should have entered the trough at the end of last year. Look: the British general election led to Johnson taking control, and since then, both domestic and foreign affairs are equally messy. The German automobile industry faces dual threats of trade barriers and electrification. Exports have reduced a lot, making the economy sluggish and virtually on the verge of recession. Social unrest in France lasts for well over a year. India's financial system is basically paralyzed, having to pay for the carnivals they had in the past five years. Japan is even worse, suffering a direct decline of 4.6% in the fourth quarter. Ever since the new year, it's clear that the Novel croV is even more detrimental than SARS, and China's first quarter growth is hitting a new low for many years. But the United States is alone outstanding. Why?
As I explained last year, it was the Federal Reserve. Last year, the Yield Curve was inverted (that is, the short-term interest rate was higher than the long-term interest rate), which was considered the hallmark of Recession. But the Repo market stopped them from going further, and the Fed flipped its stance on the anti-QE operations of the last two years and instead pumped $ 500 billion or so into the market. This huge amount of US dollars, 2.5% of annual GDP, released within a quarter, the equivalent of 10% of the country's total output... No wonder the US economy "rebounded".
The heroes of the current US financial bubbles are essentially corporate debts, for the people's ability to borrow and consume has not come to a dead end yet. The latest statistics 5 days ago shows that the consumer debts have reached 14 trillion, which is numerically higher than the 2008 financial crisis. However, if inflation is taken into account, it is actually slightly lower, and the default rate is only half of what we had 12 years ago. So it is possible that the bubbles could drag on without bursting for another year or so.
Meanwhile, the Fed's printing and releasing money is highly skillful. Instead of buying long-term Treasury bonds as in QE of the past, it is buying short-term government bonds directly or indirectly (ie through the Repo market). This has two advantages. First, you can pretend and say seriously that it's not a QE. Second, you can also lower short-term interest rates eliminating the Inverted Yield Curve (the higher the bond price, the lower their interest rates) pacifying the worries of the investors worldwide. In the first quarter of 2020, however, as the money printing process goes down a bit, and the Yield Curve went reverting again. This again confirms how devoid of vitality is the US financial sector. And major market players are nevertheless generally pessimistic about world economy ahead. Had it not because the US dollar is the international reserve currency, and as such, US could print as much money they wish with no limit, US would have followed the footsteps of India ( which has got into serious disaster since the end of 2018 ).
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Josef Suk plays Sarasate´s Romanza Andaluza
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kfs9BjorJl0
Christa Ludwig :
Norma : Mira, o Norma....Sì, fino all'ore estreme (Act II)
duckduckgo.com/?q=christa+ludwig+on+Callas&t=ffab&...
"Wie Melodien zieht es mir" Brahms
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mc4ovO-7UQU
Mon coeur s'ouvre a ta voix
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VYG7NYt1_5c
Last Concert (2003)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTK6ffHQucs
1980 Zurich Recital
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uH7r1gX5_b0
Elisabeth Grümmer sings Brahms's Wiegenlied
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RVglLyTqkfM
Elisabeth Grümmer sings Schubert's Wiegenlied D.867
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hmRyc0jf6bU
"Der Winter mag scheiden"; Solveigs Song; Peer Gynt; Grieg
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RDr5EDi70ys&list=RDYtps6gYzSn...
Ingrid Bjoner
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ujWQ-sdhPzM
Marita Solberg - Solveig's Song
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ap_jsOnws-A
Mirella Freni : O mio babbino caro
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ow1niq0mOwE
Vissi d'arte Tosca- Mirella Freni
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9QlnFR6PwrI
Callas : Carmen Habanera
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EseMHr6VEM0&list=RDEseMHr6VEM...
Norma
www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-9IvuEkreI&list=RDEseMHr6VEM...
Oh Mio Babbino Caro, 1965
www.youtube.com/watch?v=69pxWVjlbNo&list=RDEseMHr6VEM...
London Farewell Concert 1973
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eR2estxUcXI&list=RDEseMHr6VEM...
JON VICKERS - Fidelio "Gott! Welch Dunkel hier..." (1962)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m1QqZbkgeag
Cilea - L'arlesiana, 'Lamento di Federico'
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FI0VPz2tjjQ
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Ludwig on Callas
"Callas is probably the only one I admire: her voice was the tragedy of her life.”
“Look at Maria Callas – she did not have a nice voice, but what she made of it, these INTERPRETATIONS – incredible! When Callas sings a Bellini recitative, I begin to cry. But sometimes you cannot describe what a singer has or does not have. Is it called charisma? Or personality? ‘It’s a secret,’
Ludwig on Jon Vickers
“When Jon Vickers sang ‘Gott, welch Dunkel hier’ [God, what darkness here – in Fidelio], I began to weep on the stage... This had nothing to do with BEAUTIFUL SINGING, that was EXPRESSION… If, on the other hand, I hear the stretta from Il Trovatore with the high C, I am delighted, but I do not admire him... "
温铁军 (in Chinese)
The metal sculpture of a girl on the waterfront of Puerto Varas, Chile, points towards volcano Osorno. According to the legend, people sacrificed the headman's daughter, the most beautiful girl of the tribe, to pacify the evil spirit living in the volcano. A Condor came out of the volcano and ripped out the heart of the girl. Soon it began to snow and the volcano was extinct.
As dusk approached, the golem managed to overpower Optimus and stepped on his arm with no mercy
Album link: www.flickr.com/photos/128489916@N07/albums/72157666064757631
Backstory: Nature has summoned a stone golem to stop the rampant logging over the world. The transformers have heard of the rampaging golem and Optimus himself traveled to Texas where the golem was last sighted. Optimus tried to pacify the golem but it acted like a Juggernaut and a battle between the two ensued. The battle went on until dusk. Pieces of rock and metal fell to the floor but the rock monster proved to be unbeatable as he can regenerate whenever he touches rock and seemed to have unlimited strength and stamina. The rock golem then continued towards the forests to fulfill its mission. Now who will stop the monster?
[Comments and criticisms are happily invited. This is the original variant of this MOC; an alteration has been made for comparison's sake.]
The HMS Amor de Cosmos is an Ignatieff-class vessel. Named for one of the Fathers of Confederation for British Columbia and launched on 19 November 2158 - the 300th anniversary of the establishment of the creation of the crown colony of British Columbia - the HMS Amor de Cosmos is designed as an interstellar assault mothership.
Staffed by a crew of thirty, and capable of supporting* all additional crew (152 in total) for the two Bordens, four Duplessises, and eight Lougheeds that comprise a full flotilla for this class of vessel, the HMS Amor de Cosmos can pacify small colonies and rogue stations or perform pinpoint infantry strikes on multiple planetside targets. It is itself capable of duelling with any other comparably-sized interstellar vessel or an assault by a variety of smaller craft, thanks to its ten banks of "Biculturalism" - laser cannons and plasma torpedoes.
The Ignatieff-class is currently the fastest and most maneuverable in its category (midsized interstellar assault, tactical).
*Support does not indicate that all can be provided with escape pods in the event of catastrophe; until the Borden-class escape shuttles are upgraded to the anticipated Mackenzie-class, all pilots, gunners, and troops would have to escape in their own vehicles. Support simply indicates available life support and spartan sleeping quarters.
I can't get enough of the way the sunbeams here in Arizona are so incredibly visible.
This was taken from my apartment balcony a few nights ago. I got up to see if the sunset was going to be the usual spectacular or something really special. The storms had moved in and it was going to obscure the setting sun totally, but the sun God gave me a few brilliant rays to pacify me.
I went back to Robber's Roost today. I followed the Coconino National Forest map this time. I found it, but I couldn't find my way up. I've got some research to do to figure out how to get to the top. At least now I can go right out to it. I also went to Palatki. It's an indian ruin site. I got some really good pictures. Normally for every 100 pictures I take I might have 5 that I like. Today it was more like 80% really good ones. And I took a butt-load. I was trying to decide which one to post and couldn't so I went with this one from Monday evening.
Also, I hadn't heard too much about Palatki so I wasn't looking for anything too special. Boy, what a surprise. That place is incredible. The rock art and petroglyphs and the indian ruins and the SPECTACULAR scenery. Wow. I spent a couple of hours there and really didn't want to leave.
(A side note, I said petroglyphs but I'm starting to think they're pictographs. The difference is the petroglyphs are chipped out of the rock and pictographs are painted on. And there may be a few petroglyphs there at Palatki, but most are pictographs)
A 55-year-old block of flats in a run-down part of Kowloon collapsed, killing at least four people on January 29, 2010.
Relative of one of the victims performed roadside ritual to pacify his soul.
This is slightly different from my original idea but who knew being vertical in water is extremely hard? 😂 (My dogs were snickering at me for being clumsy.)
I spent the day taking care of the house, pacifying some family drama, and entertaining late night visitors.
It was a full day. It was a good day.
I hope you had a good one too!
Life!
Things keep ending up this way (come and get off)
Another notch is carved away
Hearing the thoughts of mass decay
Funny how things end up this way
Beaten down, dominated by its sound
Growing deep within my head
Softly dying, its soul is shed
Beating me all up inside
This cancer finds everything I hide
Living my life horrified
Nothing will keep this pacified and out my life
(Life)
That's not right out insane
Satisfaction is delayed (come and get off)
Its motivation is displayed
Flaunting its misogyny
Funny how I die and go away (come and get off)
Beaten down, dominated by its sound
Growing deep within my head
Softly dying, its soul is shed
Beating me all up inside
This cancer finds everything I hide
Living my life horrified
Nothing will keep this pacified and out my life
(Life)
That's not right out insane
I'm constantly beat up inside
And I'm the one to blame
No one can relate to me
That's not right out insane
Beaten down, dominated by its sound
Living my life horrified
Nothing will keep this pacified and out my life
Beaten down, dominated by its sound
Growing deep within my head
Softly dying, its soul is shed
Beating me all up inside
This cancer finds everything I hide
Living my life horrified
Nothing will keep this pacified and out my life
(Life)
That's not right out insane
Finished with my woman 'cause she couldn't help me with my mind
people think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time
All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy
Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify
Can you help me? Occupy my brain ?
Oh yeah
I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find
I can't see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind
Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry
Happiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unreal
And so as you hear these words telling you now all of my state
I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it's too late
paranóico.
Up a short trail from the upper Komagatake ropeway station stands a torii at the entrance to the Hakone Mototsumiya Shrine ("original shrine"). This shrine stands at the summit of Komagatake, one of Mount Hakone's multiple peaks. People come up here to get a view of Mt. Fuji in the distance, but unfortunately on this day it was hidden in the haze.
Per Wikipedia, according to shrine tradition, Hakone-jinja was founded in 757 during the reign of Emperor Kōshō. Credit for establishment is also given to Priest Mangan, for pacifying the nine-headed dragon that lived at the bottom of Lake Ashi.
Panorpa communis
Male Scorpion Fly. A dangerous time for this fella unless he presents his female with dead insects or a mass of saliva to pacify her. Looks like he's in for a rough night!
I've spotted the combine harvesters out already and I'm feeling I haven't yet found the pick of the crop: a glowing, waving field of barley. But because the Rewind Festival was on at Capesthorne Hall I decided to take the longer, back way to work and spotted a pair of wheel tracks leading from a gateway through a field of oats. This morning the light was half decent and I had left home slightly early so I thought I had time to park up, tip toe through the muddy field entrance and grab a shot. Unfortunately the road was and there was no ideal spot to park but there was a bit of what I took to be someone's front lawn nearby. "I won't be long" I said to myself as if it would pacify the owners inside the house, and dived round the corner into the field. The shadows and light were nice but I know I rushed it in my usual carefree manner. In and out, and the woman in the house probably never knew I had been there. But I got my oats. Am I too late to get barley this year?