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Populonia is located in a dominant position on one of the promontories they form the gulf of Baratti and preserves fortifications of the XV century by the Lords of Piombino, the Appiani, as evidenced by the dragon symbol of the placed family above the entrance to the village. Populonia was an ancient Etruscan settlement, named Fufluna (from Fufluns, Etruscan god of wine and inebriation) or Pupluna, the only
Etruscan city built along the coast. It was one of the twelve cities of the Dodecapolis Etruscan, the main city-states that were part of Etruria, ruled by a lucumone.Together with Volterra it was one of the centers of greatest mining activity and of the metallurgical industry of the Etruscans. In the 6th century BC. lived his period of maximum splendor, coming to host many thousands of inhabitants. The decadence
of the ancient city began in the 1st century BC; from this date a slow and very long one descending parable characterized the life of Populonia. Barbarian invasions and looting decimated the population over the centuries, irreparably marking history of the settlement and putting an end to the great Etruscan city. The village of Populonia as we see it today it dates back to the 15th century. It was part of the Principality of Piombino, run by the Appiani family, originally from Pisa. It is due to their intervention the medieval layout of the village, in addition to the tower and fortifications. The current fortress was in fact begun by the Lords of Piombino Jacopo II Appiani and brought to term by Jacopo III Appiani in the mid-fifteenth century, following a precise project for the urban and demographic revitalization of Populonia, now reduced to a state of humble village.
...comforting to sing
old parables of winter's flight
as water blazes and clouds burn
like angels challenging the sun.
- Gwen Harwood
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We barely remember
Who or what came before this precious moment
We are choosing to be here, right now
This body, this body holding me
Be my reminder here that I am not alone in...
This body, this body holding me
Feeling eternal, this pain is an illusion
Alive!
Twirling 'round with this familiar parable
Spinning, weaving 'round each new experience
Recognize this as a holy gift and
Celebrate this chance to be alive and breathing
A chance to be alive and breathing
This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality
Embrace this moment, remember
Thank you so much for all the group invites, it is much appreciated!
Merci pour votre visite et fav's/commentaires!
Thanks for your visit and fav's/comments!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vUG8pQayGEY
Happy New Year to all!! As much as this year has been hard and I have no idea what the next has in store... I know that there is good in the world, people, animals and mother nature. Its hard to ignore the bad stuff but that is what makes the good really good ♥. Trust the path you take...it will lead you to where you are suppose to be, even if it not where you want to be. Sending lots of love, strength and peace to all. Keep the faith ♥.
"Tried to tell him there's pain here and suffering too
Tried to pray to the angels they said "we're too busy for you"
Had a talk with my Mama about losing my belief
Cos since she lost her Mama Lord's been helping with the grief
She said he might just be a big story
But there's more to life than truth
There's hope my son in peoples faith
Gives them strength to pull through
What if our world is a hopeless place
We're just scared to admit we're alone
What if our world is a hopeless place
And we're on our own
But there’s so much beauty in nature and parables from kingdoms we knew
I’m not expecting much after so I’ll make the most of my dues
I believe he’s a big story
So I’m searching for the truth
But I have faith in my own journey
With those I love to help me through
I know our world is a beautiful place
Too full of love to be alone
I know our world is a beautiful place
But we’re on our own"
(Bruno Major- On Our Own)
Matthew 13:24-30
American Standard Version
24 Another parable set he before them, saying, The kingdom of heaven is likened unto a man that sowed good seed in his field: 25 but while men slept, his enemy came and sowed tares also among the wheat, and went away. 26 But when the blade sprang up and brought forth fruit, then appeared the tares also. 27 And the servants of the householder came and said unto him, Sir, didst thou not sow good seed in thy field? whence then hath it tares? 28 And he said unto them, An enemy hath done this. And the servants say unto him, Wilt thou then that we go and gather them up? 29 But he saith, Nay; lest haply while ye gather up the tares, ye root up the wheat with them. 30 Let both grow together until the harvest: and in the time of the harvest I will say to the reapers, Gather up first the tares, and bind them in bundles to burn them; but gather the wheat into my barn.
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The Caucasian Chalk Circle by Bertolt Brecht
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The Caucasian Chalk Circle (German: Der kaukasische Kreidekreis) is a play by the German modernist playwright Bertolt Brecht. An example of Brecht's epic theatre, the play is a parable about a peasant girl who rescues a baby and becomes a better mother than the baby's wealthy biological parents.
The Caucasian Chalk Circle is one of Brecht's most celebrated works and one of the most regularly performed 'German' plays. It reworks Brecht's earlier short story "Der Augsburger Kreidekreis." Both derive from the 14th-century Chinese play The Chalk Circle by Li Xingdao.
Luke 15 2-6
American Standard Version
2 And both the Pharisees and the scribes murmured, saying, This man receiveth sinners, and eateth with them.
3 And he spake unto them this parable, saying, 4 What man of you, having a hundred sheep, and having lost one of them, doth not leave the ninety and nine in the wilderness, and go after that which is lost, until he find it? 5 And when he hath found it, he layeth it on his shoulders, rejoicing. 6 And when he cometh home, he calleth together his friends and his neighbors, saying unto them, Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep which was lost.
Mark 4:30-32: Jesus said, “How shall we picture the kingdom of God, or by what parable shall we present it? It is like a mustard seed, which is the smallest of all seeds on earth. Yet when planted, it grows and becomes the largest of all garden plants, with such big branches that the birds can perch in its shade.”
We are surrounded by beauty and thousands of things demanding our attention that they in and of themselves hold the value and satisfaction we need to solve our deepest void. How many times has the world promised you that if you got the perfect job, house, car, spouse of your dreams, and kids that are perfect in behavior that all of your problems would be solved and the deep void in your heart would be filled. In reality you would be considered very blessed if you managed to have all of those things at the same time. For those of us who may struggle financially or have a less than perfect family situation, it can be easy for us too often covet this idealistic picture that the world tries to market to us as the very thing we need to make us feel complete. We all know that this is not actually true, or maybe you are still figuring that out for yourself. The rich buy more and more things to try and satisfy. The family vacation that you longed for and dreamed of is fun while it lasts, but then what's next? A new car, that only lasts so long. There is a deep void in our hearts that only the Pearl of Great Price can fill.“Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant seeking fine pearls, and upon finding one pearl of great value, he went and sold everything that he had and bought it." (Matthew 13:45-46) We can spend our whole life trying to fill this deep void in our hearts and in the end we will still come up empty, but if we pursue the One True Treasure, that is Jesus, our hearts will be made full and the treasures of this world will grow strongly dim.
I don’t normally repost images, or cropped versions of already posted images. But learning about photography, like learning about most things, is hardly linear. The best part of learning is often finding out that something you had thought you learned and knew, that you had under your belt, maybe wasn’t as secure as it seemed. There was a notorious Danish philosopher who suggested that the best way to teach someone was to say something under your breath as you walked by them - so that they had to think about it and mull it over, rather than lecturing in a classroom.
Though the idea of saying something under your breath is a kind of metaphor or parable, someone did that with respect to the image I posted yesterday, and sure enough I learned something I thought I knew was instead something I thought, and maybe misunderstood. Thanks for taking the time to make the suggestion Chantal (and, in another context, James) - it is really appreciated.
"So was fulfilled what was spoken through the prophet: 'I will open my mouth in parables, I will utter things hidden since the creation of the world.'" - Matthew 13:35.
How do words, images and even music come together? How do our senses join in creating an inner symphony that has meaning and instills a sense of the mystery of our world?
The words quoted above come from the mouth of Jesus. I'm not sure we can ever fully understand this mysterious person. The one thing I'm convinced of is that Jesus, also known as Christos ("The Christ" or "Anointed One") is a universal and archetypal figure. Contrary to most views he was not particularly concerned with religion, and most certainly never intended to start a new one. So please don't read this as another religious message or an attempt to convert you to my views.
In truth, those things hidden from the foundation of the world are revealed to us as we need them, as we open our hearts to the inner longing that is often best understood non-verbally when we listen to music like that of Ludovico Einaudi. My own view has always been that music is the pure pathway to the soul. The true mystery of life is never understood by the head (reason), but through the heart (love). And I believe that images work on us in the same way as music.
Somehow as I listen to the music of modern minimalistic composers, I can feel this pulse that takes me right back to the foundation of the world - the origin of light and word (logos). You can feel it in the work of composers as varied as John Taverner, Arvo Pärt, John Adams, Max Richter, Ludovico Einaudi. You can hear it in Phillip Glass too, although he is more incessant in expressing that pulse.
But in this case image and music come together in Ludovico Einaudi's "L'Origine Nascosta" ("The Hidden Origin"):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3uz7bl4dUNQ
Jesus loved the beach. There's a gorgeous beach scene in what I consider to be the greatest film on the life of Jesus, Pier Paolo Pasolini's "The Gospel According to St Matthew" (1964). www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ewzr-ioQ_9k Pasolini was not religious, but I think he understood Jesus comprehensively for that very reason - he didn't bring any baggage to the making of the film.
Pasolini shows Jesus meeting his first followers on the beach at the Sea of Galilee. And there an inner light shone to such an extent that a group of fishermen left their nets and followed Jesus to the end.
A little child approaching the waves - a correlation of what lies ahead as one grows up in life; the flow of the waves is a good parable of life with one’s fortunes ...... good and bad.
Captured Ghajn Tuffieha - Thank you for your time to view
“Let me take you on a trip
Around the world and back
And you won't have to move
You just sit still”
I know a place where we can
Together be
And watch the entire Universe
Let me show you the World in my eyes.
Inspired from Depeche mode – World in My Eyes
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mDus7CX6e3k
Close you eyes, feel the World, take a deep breath and go to a walk into the stream of my dear friend NordicHeart to see her view of this song: www.flickr.com/photos/29074202@N02/3280631625/
Note that the theme is common but we don't know what will be put by the other!
A parable for our time.
Hard to grasp the scale of the Houston Medical Center: 61 medical institutions, serving more than 10 million patients each year--compared to 2.3 million residents in the city, and 7 million in the metropolitan area. MD Anderson Cancer Center is only the 3rd largest of the 21 hospitals, with many more buildings than the one shown here. Still, Cancer is a growth business.
Happy Mono Monday!
06-20-2022; 01:00 UTC; iPhone converted; 362;47;3
The Century Step is a bronze sculpture created by Wolfgang Mattheuer in 1984.
It is considered one of the most important works of art of the GDR at the time of German division and is a parable of the brokenness of the 20th century.
Der Jahrhundertschritt ist eine Bronzeplastik, die von Wolfgang Mattheuer 1984 geschaffen wurde.
Sie gilt als eines der bedeutendsten Kunstwerke der DDR zu Zeiten der Deutschen Teilung und ist eine Parabel auf die Zerrissenheit des 20. Jahrhunderts.
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Gallery of V. Bronshteyn. Dashi Namdakov is a well-known Russian sculptor born in 1967 in Chita Region of Russia. His work is closely tied to the national Buryat culture, Mongolian epos and the legends and parables of Buddhism. What is more, they are distinguished by academic precision, particular expressiveness of character, and accuracy in rendering movement.
The truth is a snare: you cannot have it, without being caught.
You cannot have the truth in such a way that you catch it,
but only in such a way that it catches you.
Soren Kierkegaard.
Søren Aabye Kierkegaard ( 5 May 1813 – 11 November 1855) was a Danish philosopher, theologian, poet, social critic and religious author who is widely considered to be the first existentialist philosopher. He wrote critical texts on organized religion, Christendom, morality, ethics, psychology, and the philosophy of religion, displaying a fondness for metaphor, irony and parables. Much of his philosophical work deals with the issues of how one lives as a "single individual", giving priority to concrete human reality over abstract thinking and highlighting the importance of personal choice and commitment. Source Wikipedia.
The name of this photo is also am homage to the movie, which we saw recently.
This time all post processing (including cropping) and ideas behind belongs to my friend and wife Mariya Tokareva. I just set near, marvelled and discussed the process but didn't touched the mouse and keyboard even once.
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there is in that fact a parable for national statesmen, whose political horizons are all too often limited by national horizons :-)
Adlai Stevenson
opuntia, western prickly pear cactus, j c raulston arborertum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
Another photo taken while driving, this time coming home from an evocative chamber music concert of contemporary compositions from around the world that resonated with me.
Here, a lone tree in a peaceful field continues to provide beauty and shelter under an aggrandized sky.
The Parable of the Growing Seed (Mark 4:26-29 NIV)
26 He also said, “This is what the kingdom of God is like. A man scatters seed on the ground. 27 Night and day, whether he sleeps or gets up, the seed sprouts and grows, though he does not know how. 28 All by itself the soil produces grain—first the stalk, then the head, then the full kernel in the head. 29 As soon as the grain is ripe, he puts the sickle to it, because the harvest has come.”
(Continuation. Please see the texts of the earliest images of this series – my “letters from the other side”).
I keep working on my own freedom and inner peace. Doing the 1st from the early childhood and the 2nd at least from my hippie years (in which I didn’t considered myself as a hippie, more rather as a human being, but others did), and it’s still not enough. Meantime, freedom, peace, creativity, artful life and sharp sense of humour & self-irony seems must-have for me to return my human life. Which is currently stolen by my state and wanted. Deeply.
Also, I feel closer bond with the great American beatnik culture, that I grew up on (and still growing). It was beat the disgraceful Vietnam war, we’re now trying to beat the disgraceful Ukrainian war.
And also, sometimes I couldn’t keep up with your beautiful comments and drop by every page, when you’re faving my humble art. Though I really need them to keep going. I feel guilty about that. I’m doing it, backwards, to the deeper past, but sometimes too slow… Really don’t know what to do about that. What you could tell me about that?
The same thing with arts. My beautiful friend Irinka, when I posted the previous photo on insta, asked me, could I make some more from this photo-series. Which I did, and I’m glad. And joy is one more must-have ingredient in this quest. We mustn’t let them rob us of our joy and taste of life.
To be continued…
Mark 4:26-27 New International Version (NIV)
The Parable of the Growing Seed
26 He also said, âThis is what the kingdom of God is like. A man scatters seed on the ground. 27 Night and day, whether he sleeps or gets up, the seed sprouts and grows, though he does not know how.
Matthew 25:1-13
New International Version
The Parable of the Ten Virgins
25 “At that time the kingdom of heaven will be like ten virgins who took their lamps and went out to meet the bridegroom. 2 Five of them were foolish and five were wise. 3 The foolish ones took their lamps but did not take any oil with them. 4 The wise ones, however, took oil in jars along with their lamps. 5 The bridegroom was a long time in coming, and they all became drowsy and fell asleep.
6 “At midnight the cry rang out: ‘Here’s the bridegroom! Come out to meet him!’
7 “Then all the virgins woke up and trimmed their lamps. 8 The foolish ones said to the wise, ‘Give us some of your oil; our lamps are going out.’
9 “‘No,’ they replied, ‘there may not be enough for both us and you. Instead, go to those who sell oil and buy some for yourselves.’
10 “But while they were on their way to buy the oil, the bridegroom arrived. The virgins who were ready went in with him to the wedding banquet. And the door was shut.
11 “Later the others also came. ‘Lord, Lord,’ they said, ‘open the door for us!’
12 “But he replied, ‘Truly I tell you, I don’t know you.’
13 “Therefore keep watch, because you do not know the day or the hour.
Die Klugen und Törichten Jungfrauen sind eine Skulpturengruppe am Paradiesportal des Magdeburger Doms, die das gleichnamige Gleichnis darstellt. Man datiert sie um die Mitte des 13. Jahrhunderts, der Bildhauer bleibt anonym. Die zehn Figuren bestehen aus Sandstein und sind mit einer Höhe von 120–130 cm annähernd lebensgroß.
The wise and foolish virgins are a group of sculptures at the paradise portal of Magdeburg Cathedral, which depicts the parable of the same name. It is dated to the middle of the 13th century, the sculptor remains anonymous. The ten figures are made of sandstone and are almost life-size with a height of 120–130 cm.
(Wikipedia)
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Die Törichten hätte ich mir auch aufheben können, wenn wir eine Verlängerung des Lockdowns bekommen oder einen dritten harten Lockdown später. Irgendwie will ich dieses Foto aber in diesem unerfreulichen Jahr noch raus hauen :-)
I could have saved the foolish ones if we will get an extension of the lockdown or a third hard lockdown later. Somehow I want to get this photo out of this unpleasant year :-)
“The Kingdom of Heaven,” says Jesus, “is like unto ten virgins who went forth to meet a bridegroom and his bride.” [Matthew 25:1.] The parable of the ten virgins tells us what the life of the Christian—and the life of the Church—must be in the present world. The sacramental illumination of Baptism has enkindled the lamp of our being, the pneuma. But our life is still a life of waiting in darkness.
-Thomas Merton, The New Man
Balthaser Permoser, 1685
In one of the great parables of hubris, the satyr Marsyas challenged the god Apollo to a musical competition. The god triumphed and then punished his challenger by skinning him alive.
The Parable of the Sheep and Goats is found in Matthew 25:31-46.
In this parable, Jesus uses the example of a shepherd who separates his sheep from his goats in order to help his followers understand what judgement will be like.
Jesus explains that people will be separated into two groups:
Those who have lived good lives and believed in God will be put on one side and have a place in Heaven
And
Those who have rejected the belief in God and sinned in their lives will be placed on the other side and will go to Hell
-- So much for a kindly God that loves all! The bible is full of contradictions.
The books that make up the Bible were written by various people over a period of more than 1,000 years, between 1200 B.C.E. and the first century C.E. The Bible contains a variety of literary genres, including poetry, history, songs, stories, letters and prophetic writings.
If you are interested here is a link to a web site explaining who and when things got into the bible - or were left out or removed.
Beauty, compassion, understanding and love are my weapons of choice in this World Anti-war I. I feel that they are very powerful. And on the both sides of this war (of course you know that there, in Russia, at the other side of the war, a lot of people are fighting against war, as they could) my heart is with peaceful people. Even at the battlefields Ukrainians are fighting to banish and to take down the war.
They hate the war. They are fighting for peace. And so am I.
The rain of a few weeks past finally broke the hottest summer that i can recall in recent years. At this altitude the leaves have dried out and are starting to rattle in the wind – it won’t be long before they turn
This morning at the printer i signed off on a project that i began working on back in February - not so long ago in the scheme of things but those first days feel distant to me now and there’s been a lot of water under the bridge. All the possibilities. All the directions things could have gone in but at some point you call it good, sign your name and let go
So
S. arrives soon and we head south through the desert with my last boxes of Polaroid and a couple of kites
i can’t really see further than that - i have some thoughts but it’s pretty open
the player is shuffling between Dylan, the winter family and bela karoli - i’ve been looking at this image on and off for a few days now
i guess i’m done
For “Macro Mondays” group theme “Corner”.
A rather quickly taken hand-held shot of just over a 1 inch corner of a battered copy of a 'The Daily Missal' printed in 1936 and long discarded.
The pages are discoloured, the red-gold edges worn, the silk bookmarks rather tattered and the black cloth cover bent and cracked. I picked up this copy from a box scheduled for landfill - thought it looked interesting and might make an object to photograph.
Who bent over the corners of the pages - not I ! Was there a significance at the text so marked - Luke Chaper 15 and parts of verses 1 - 10 - the parable of the farmer's one lost sheep from his herd of 100? Who knows!
Looking back the first entry I made for 'Macro Mondays' was five years ago, and the topic was 'Corner'.
Chinese Xiaoyi f1.8 42.5mm
Balthasar Permoser (German, 1651–1732). Marsyas, ca. 1680–85. Marble on a black marble socle inlaid with light marble panels. The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, Rogers Fund and Harris Brisbane Dick Fund, 2002 (2002.468).
In one of the great parables of hubris, the satyr Marsyas challenged the god Apollo to a musical competition. The god triumphed and then punished his challenger by skinning him alive. Here, Permoser condensed the tragic climax of the story into an emotive portrayal of Marsyas. The contorted face, with an open mouth revealing a bitten tongue, and twisting head immediately convey pain, while the taut shoulders suggest that his arms are bound behind his back. The satyr is draped with an animal pelt, pointing to his gruesome fate. The panels of mottled marble set into the base are flecked with red, perhaps evoking spattered blood.
The Century Step is a bronze sculpture created by Wolfgang Mattheuer in 1984.
It is considered one of the most important works of art of the GDR at the time of German division and is a parable of the brokenness of the 20th century.
Der Jahrhundertschritt ist eine Bronzeplastik, die von Wolfgang Mattheuer 1984 geschaffen wurde.
Sie gilt als eines der bedeutendsten Kunstwerke der DDR zu Zeiten der Deutschen Teilung und ist eine Parabel auf die Zerrissenheit des 20. Jahrhunderts.
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New York City - June 30, 2023: View of the stained glass window at Trinity Church in Lower Manhattan at night. Trinity Church Wall Street installed a new stained glass window in 2022. It was created by renowned British stained glass artist Thomas Denny. The window illustrates two parables from the gospel of Matthew. This is the first new stained glass window to be installed in Trinity Church in more than a century. The original stained glass windows date back to 1846.
(Continuation. See the texts of the earliest images of this series. The whole images from these series are already on my insta and behance www.behance.net/gallery/140662555/Give-Peace-a-Chance-%28..., but without these texts)
It’s like living in the nightmare, which have all the signs of nightmare but one or two. You’re pinch your elbow. You could feel it. You couldn’t wake up. So, it’s not the nightmare. But it definitely is. You know the feeling. And now all of us, trapped in this nightmare, are desperately need to stop it from within.
In Russia it’s worse because of living in it more than 20 years. And our lives turned into a nightmare little by little so as not to be noticed. Teeny-weeny little nightmarish element in the more or less normal life. More nightmare but partly acceptable one. Even more but we get used to it. Just a little bit more but we got Stockholm syndrome and our sensitivity dropped and severely damaged. After all we had the good old Europe to skip in emergency and every time when we needed just one more breath of fresh air, please. As well as all the beautiful world. We had our blessed inner emigration, we have the cosmopolitan circle of our own. We and the nightmare system barely noticed each other. That’s the very point. The system had nothing to do with our true real lives. Like the street crime, TNCs and sects. We had the biggest thing after our loves – our arts. Our tops of our semi-private worlds. And than – February 24th, the full-scale nightmare and not any comfortably numbness and Stockholm tricks and all other mean psychological manipulation which is those bread and high don't work anymore. Even the last vestige of all the system, the instinct for self-preservation, sometimes is ready to give up and now telling from its depths: “It depends”.
To be continued…
collaboration with Alex Itin ( www.flickr.com/photos/60463308@N00/ ) for the Library project ( www.flickr.com/groups/69401973@N00/ ) The book in question is 'Criminal Law, Cases and Materials'. Alex attached "impeach now" sticker to the cover, which I found very inspiring.. since the idea of American cartoon versus abstract Enemy. I stuck the title as per an article in 'Newsweek'..
...We are golden
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden...
Today is the birthday of Anya Dobrova – my good old friend and fair sister in arts, very talented collage artist, one of my best models and heroes of my photo-tales, parables and koans. I have deposits of her taken photos at my SSD. I made not that much of them, as they (and Anya) are deserving. Old friendship has its ups and downs, and seems that now is one of the downs. And I could make photos only of people who are inspiring me at the moment. A bit like making love. Because an art is in a way akin to love. Both are creative acts. It was partially because of one talk with Anya about another friendship of mine, which is at even more down stage now, and I felt that Anya is talking rather strange things about it. I was disappointed. This too shall pass, as wise man said. Anya is far too good for not make art with her. And one piece of good news is that life is unpredictable.
(Definitely to be continued…)