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This is another shot of the Tulip that won the 'April Showers' competition a few weeks back - this one is after the drenching when only droplets are left. It seemed a kind of poignant image somehow like the drops of water were like fallen tears - i don't know why it's just how it came across to me.
Found this poignant reminder of a previous war while hiking in Ashdown Forest in Sussex.
Sgt P.V.R. Sutton and five of his comrades lost their lives when their Wellington Mk2 bomber crashed here on 31st July 1941, as a result of enemy action.
Trip out - for some dark skies night shoots.
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20 shots stacked with 5 darks
2 shots for the foreground for painting the summit stone
"cofiwch dryweryn" is written on the stone.
I only found out today its got a tumulus under foot , glad i didn't whilst chilling up there until 3am!
Hopefully be back soon for more dark skies, maybe a different place, dont feel the urge camping on it now 📷:) spooky stories.
"cofiwch dryweryn" that is written on the stone.
Ever since the 1960s, the ‘Cofiwch Dryweryn’ mural has been a poignant reminder of the lost Welsh village of Capel Celyn, in the Tryweryn Valley, which was drowned to create a reservoir that would supply water to the north-west of England, resulting in almost 70 residents having to abandon their homes. The words mean 'Remember Tryweryn' in English
“Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past."
The beginning lines of T.S. Eliot's "Four Quartets: Burnt Norton," have always haunted me. The older I get, the more poignant these lines have become, reminding me of that age-old adage, "no matter where you go, there you are."
Happy Slider's Sunday everyone.
North Bloomfield CA
The WugulOra (One Mob) Morning Ceremony at Barangaroo Reserve is a reminder that Australia’s First Nations people are the foundation of Australia’s story and caretakers of the world's oldest continual culture.
2023 marks the 20th anniversary the Australia Day Morning Ceremony, making this year an even more poignant time to pause, reflect and remember.
Barangaroo Reserve, Sydney
Australia Day, 2023
Goliathan: we walked amongst giants.
Genesis 6:4 - There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare [children] to them, the same [became] mighty men which [were] of old, men of renown.
Though I was raised in a religious household I consider myself to be agnostic yet grateful for my upbringing and knowledge of theology and history. I have great respect for all religions (but not for the way by which a few choose to wield it for their own ill gains).
I found the aforementioned passage quite poignant as a contributing narrative to this image.
Inchree, Onich, Fort William, Scottish Highlands, Scotland.
Created using: Topaz Labs, and Topaz Studio
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Foto: Postal de Láncara, antiguo pueblo, hundido en el embalse de Barrios de Luna, Tierras de Luna y Babia, hoy sin vegas y sin agua, con solo recuerdos….
Photo : Carte postale d’une retenue en Castille (Espagne) …à sec, avec, en pied de photo le souvenir poignant signé d’un écrivain de l’époque.
This poignant photograph captures a moment frozen in time, a heartfelt tribute to the serene beauty that once graced this idyllic coastal landscape. Nestled beside an ancient stone wall, a majestic old pine tree stood tall, its branches reaching out as if to touch the heavens. Taken just last year, this image now serves as a bittersweet testament to the devastating changes that have unfolded.
Tragically, the unforgiving march of progress has left its mark on this cherished sanctuary. The island, once a haven for nature's wonders, fell victim to the intrusive hands of relentless investors armed with bulldozers. Their actions have ravaged the delicate balance of this precious ecosystem, leaving in their wake a trail of destruction that has irreversibly altered the landscape.
As you gaze upon this photograph, spare a moment to mourn the loss of the ancient pine tree that once graced this spot with its grandeur. Its sturdy trunk and outstretched limbs, which had witnessed countless seasons and stood as a guardian to the surrounding wildlife, are no more. Where once there was tranquility and harmony, now lies the remnants of a desolate wasteland, a testament to the cost of neglecting our responsibility to protect and preserve.
Let this image serve as a reminder, a poignant expression of sympathy for the once-vibrant nature and wildlife that thrived in this fragile ecosystem. May it ignite a passion within each of us to stand as stewards of the Earth, valuing the beauty and majesty of our natural world, and taking action to protect it for future generations.
In memory of the old pine tree and the countless other living beings whose homes were needlessly destroyed, we vow to preserve and cherish the remaining fragments of our natural heritage, ensuring that such losses are not in vain. Let this photograph be a call to arms, a testament to the resilience of nature, and a plea for a more mindful and sustainable future.
Inspired by Katie Melua's beautiful song - The Love I'm Frightened Of
Joy or uncertainty, you'll never know, so I was struggling which photo to present how I felt about the song. I have two versions, this upload and a previous one. What do you think?
* In many ways this shot of the Angel glacier on Mount Edith Cavell is fairly poignant .While it looks so beautiful I know that we might be the last generation to see the splendour of a Glacier
It seems wherever the are right wing populists there will be a denial of science whether its climate or health . The Trump regime will not even allow a mention of climate change in its agencies . With people like this in power there is a little chance that we can save the planet from overheating . They don’t care, I can only assume they think their billions will protect them . I can never decide are they evil or just utterly stupid
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Black Saturday Memorial, Kyneton, Victoria.
"Imagine a day that changed us forever – 7th February 2009"
A mosaic mural dedicated to the Black Saturday fires in the Central Victorian localities north of Kyneton commemorates lives and the many homes and a church lost on that tragic day, together with the enormous support that followed. The mural features 280 tiles incorporating donated materials and fire distorted glass.
Artist: Kathryn Portelli & friends 2010
Looking Close... on Friday: Damaged
One of many tiles made from damaged materials collected for the mural after the fires. I took photos of lots of the individual tiles because they were beautiful & poignant.
Alle Saline di Trapani ci saranno stati 42°, se non 43. L'aria assorbita dal sale e dalla luce. Ah! La Luce. Quella che solo al sud si può vedere (e non sempre è un bel vedere), sembravano essere un patimento persino dell'anima. Eppure anche così questo resta un luogo magico e non solo per me.
Se mai verrete in Sicilia, questo posto ha l'obbligo di una visita, come fosse il Duomo di Monreale o la Cappella Palatina. Perché è un monumento innalzato alla Natura. Un omaggio alla maestria dell'uomo, uno struggente momento del cuore.
At the Saline di Trapani there will have been 42 degrees, if not 43. The air absorbed by salt and light. Ah! The light. What can only be seen in the south (and is not always a pretty sight) seemed to be a pain even for the soul. Yet even so this remains a magical place and not just for me.
If you ever come to Sicily, this place has a must to visit, as it was the Cathedral of Monreale or the Palatine Chapel. Because it is a monument raised to Nature. A tribute to man's mastery, a poignant moment of the heart.
Between a predator and its prey. This is one of a series of photos that I took of an adult female Peregrine Falcon catching a Pigeon in flight. Seconds later she tried to transfer the pigeon to her newly fledged and only surviving chick who couldn't get hold of it and the pigeon escaped in a bush below; I couldn't tell if it survived at the end. This is how nature plays out, one dies so that another can live. It was a very tough lighting condition with sun behind the bird just when the Peregrine flew into my field of view with its prey. Burlington, Ontario.
This building, which dates back to the 12th and 13th century, is situated on a site with ancient Celtic origins. It was constructed as a replacement for a previous Saxon structure, and incorporates some of its original features. In 1876, the church underwent significant restoration, including the complete rebuilding of the weather-boarded belfry.
The church boasts several notable features, including a beautifully crafted wood pulpit from the 17th century. Additionally, the stained glass "Hostage" windows, created by artist John K. Clark, are a poignant tribute to the five-year ordeal endured by local journalist John McCarthy and his fellow hostages in Beirut.
Broxted, Essex
....si può perdere la cognizione del tempo guardando l'andirivieni delle onde , una calma struggente ti investe e ti trascina in un mondo interiore
... you can lose track of time by watching the coming and going of the waves, a poignant calm invests you and drags you into an inner world
I don’t know if it was the face of the soldier seemingly pleading to be taking away from his mortal pains captured in this war dead memorial or just the light I captured it in but it is perhaps the most poignant memorial I have had the pleasure to witness. The statue honors the fallen during the first world war and symbolizes a temple guarded by a lion and lists the names of those that did not return from the battles listed on the sides of the monument.
Italy interestingly started out the start of the first world war in a three way partnership with Germany and the Hapsburgs Austrian-Hungarian Empire but seeing little benefit from this arrangement joined with France and England against its former partners. The long enmity with the Austrians along with the land annexed during those conflicts gave Italy a prize to fight for and a real chance for reclamation of its losses bringing all Italian speaking peoples under one flag.
This shot to me illustrates the main principal I work by when trying to capture the feeling of a new city and that is to walk a lot, though the main sights should be appreciated it is sometimes the sights off the beaten track that I find most interesting. My second guiding principal is my 80/20 rule, meaning that 80% of your best travel shots will come during 20% of the daylight hours It is not always possible for these hours to coincide with your travel but I take great pains to make sure I maximize the golden hours.
I took this on Oct 6th, 2018 with my D750 and Nikon 28-300mm f3.5-5.6 Lens at 72mm 1/100s f`11 ISO 100 processed in LR, PS +Lumenzia, Topaz , and DXO
Disclaimer: My style is a study of romantic realism as well as a work in progress
Wildflowers flourish along Tomales Bay in the moist coastal climate, while in the distance the old Point Reyes slowly weathers away. This perpetual renewal of the natural world is quite poignant when glimpsed alongside the transitory nature of the world of man.
Inverness CA
Leica M246 Monochrom, Summilux 1.4/50 ASPH, Affinity Photo, EI 12500 ISO, 1/45s, f/4
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This picture reminds me of a haiku written at his deathbed by the famous Japanese poet Bashou. A poignant poem, telling us, in that very simple haiku way, how we clinch to life at the end of our autumn (road):
Autumn's end --
Oh, what is my
neighbour doing?
A very very free translation, as befits a haiku.
The original:
秋深き隣は何をする人ぞ
Aki fukaki tonari wa nani wo suru hito zo
One of Norfolk’s finest churches. Huge for what is now a small village. Middle Ages Norfolk was very rich from its wool trade with mainland Europe and Cley was an important port. St Margaret’s reflects all this.
It was partially rebuilt starting in the 1320s by master mason William Ramsey whose family worked the Palace of Westminster and parts of Norwich Cathedral. The Perpendicular style nave was completed.
Then the Black Death of the late 1340s arrived. Possibly half of Cley's population succumbed including the rebuilding sponsor and his son. Trade was disrupted and the port impoverished. Further rebuilding, including that of the chancel and the old tower, was abandoned. St Margaret’s somehow brings home to us those days – especially poignant in current times.
The internal lighting is brilliant, much aided by the clerestory windows, alternate two-light and roundels
More internal views: www.flickr.com/photos/lesc/51954116011/in/photostream/
www.flickr.com/photos/lesc/51954680724/in/photostream/
www.flickr.com/photos/lesc/51972080194/in/dateposted/
Exterior:
www.flickr.com/photos/lesc/51971527645/in/dateposted/
Cley windmill
It is poignant to see the last of the Autumn leave covered with ice and sparkling - Gentleshaw, England
Glenfinnan
Scotland
Glenfinnan Monument was erected in 1815, in tribute to the Jacobite clansmen who fought and died in the cause of Prince Charles Edward Stuart. It was designed by eminent Scottish architect, James Gillespie Graham. The raising of the Prince's Standard took place at the head of the loch on 19 August, 1745, in the last attempt to reinstate the exiled Stuarts on the throne of Great Britain and Ireland.
In 1815, the 18m-high monument was built here, with the lone, kilted highlander at the top providing a poignant reminder of the clansmen who gave their lives to the Jacobite cause. Take a guided tour to the top of the monument and be rewarded with views that sweep across the mountains out to Loch Shiel.
As it is Remembrance Day on Sunday, this is one of my tributes to so many that paid the ultimate sacrifice, and of course we must not forget those who still bear the injuries and scars from many recent conflicts both here and overseas.
Remembering those who gave so much for our today is something that I am very passionate about.
Since a young boy I have attended the service held in the village square around the war memorial at 11.00 where we honour and remember former friends, family, and many other people who laid down their lives for our freedom.
It certainly raises the spirit in humanity that this sombre occasion attracts a bigger congregation year after year, which in turn is so comforting to know that this act of remembrance will be continued on by generations who follow us long into the future.
Thank you so much for viewing this poignant reminder.
Shot in the Highgate Cemetery East in London, England where our Flickr friend, dahil, took us.
Someone had taken several dozen roses and placed a single rose randomly on gravestones along the pathway. There didn't seem to be any rhyme or reason -- only a poignant, touching tribute to the lives that had passed before...
~~Sheree~~
One of Norfolk’s finest churches. Huge for what is now a small village. Middle Ages Norfolk was very rich from its wool trade with mainland Europe and Cley was an important port. St Margaret’s reflects all this.
It was partially rebuilt starting in the 1320s by master mason William Ramsey whose family worked the Palace of Westminster and parts of Norwich Cathedral. The Perpendicular style nave was completed.
Then the Black Death of the late 1340s arrived. Possibly half of Cley's population succumbed including the rebuilding sponsor and his son. Trade was disrupted and the port impoverished. Further rebuilding, including that of the chancel and the old tower, was abandoned. St Margaret’s somehow brings home to us those days – especially poignant in current times.
The internal lighting is brilliant and here a shaft touches the seven sacrament font.
Another nave view: www.flickr.com/photos/lesc/51954680724/in/photostream/
Cley windmill
As can be seen in the pervious photo (Part 12) , the sculpture group "The mooring parents" by the world famous Berlin artist
Käthe Kollwitz immediatly draws the attention from the entrance through the perspective of the grave plates in the bare plain.
This sculpture evokes enormous emotion among all visitors and it is a protest by this against war and violence, but also an expression of the war misery.
The individual statues represent the artist and her husband the Berlin psychian Karl Kollwitz.
Both mourn the loss of their 18- year-old-son Peter who, as a volunteer in the German army, lost his life after just 3 days during an attack on the town of Diksmuide at the Yser Front.
Their son is burried at their feet in the mass-grave of Vladslo, Belgium.
The separate statues each experience their grief for themselves.
The kneeling father stares at their son's grave with a grim expression and raises his arms over his chest, as if he seems to have no attitude or what to do with the lost of their son.
The mother's intense sorrow is poignantly depicted.
She has bowed her head and put her hand on her neck, as if she were rocking a baby.
In this majestic work Käthe Kollwitz wanted to be not only the mother of her son Peter, but also the mother of all who died with her son on the Yser Front.
Their is not any trace of pride in their facial features for the fallen "heroes" or thanks for the sacrifice made.
In their grief and loss, the parents seem to blame themselves for letting their child go to the insane war.
But above all, it is a warning for the human suffering in the insane war, something that the Nazis did not thank her at all and considered her art to be denegrate and pascifist........
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Smells detonate softly in our memory like poignant land mines hidden under the weedy mass of years. Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth.
Diane Ackerman
Last night's sunset at Suprise view, Otley Chevin. Yorkshire.
Quite a poignant
sunset with it being Good Friday.
A poignant bit of street art on a No Entry sign in Florence.
Part of my Unusual Album flickr.com/photos/22666370@N08/sets/72157668650899833
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(liminality is a threshold, usually the space (and confusion) before transition in a rite of passage) I feel we are at a transition at this time
The Swallow is a poignant song from an old folk duo (Mimi and Richard Farina)
Achill, Mayo, Ireland
One of the homes in the deserted village on Achill Island in County Mayo, Ireland.
As an Australian who grew up in rural Australia, I am more than used to deserted and abandoned homes and farm buildings. Many are the reasons for this, hard luck in drought, fire or flood or in happier circumstances simply upgrading to a more modern building.
I don't think I was quite prepared for this though. The deserted village on Achill was abandoned in the 19C as a result of the potato famine in Ireland when the potato crops, a food staple in that country, failed a number of years in a row due to a potato blight leaving a trail of destitution and death.
Many Irish were forced emigrate to the USA, Canada and Australia and, as an Australian, that was our good fortune as we can argue that Irish Australians have enriched our country for well over a century socially, economically, intellectually and culturally. Incidentally I have no Irish ancestry of which I am aware.
But I digress. This village was abandoned as a result of the potato famine but it does seem that the inhabitants there were relatively fortunate as they were able to move to the nearby coast and live off the bounty of the Atlantic Ocean. Nonetheless this abandoned village is a very poignant reminder of a very grim period in Irish history.
Somewhere in the hills of Missouri, the family had to say goodbye to their little home. It was just time to leave. With the old place in the rear view mirror, they all said their farewells which were written not on paper, but in their hearts.
Una rosa d'ottobre ormai quasi sfiorita, che ha resistito alla furia della forte pioggia e del vento.
È strano come questi fiori così fragili siano così resistenti
Genova
... Dove c'è odio che io porti Amore
dove c'è discordia che io porti unione dove c'è errore che io porti verità
dove c'è la disperazione che io porti la speranza,
dove c'è tristezza che io porti gioia....
... Ci hai dato il cielo
e le chiare stelle,
fratello sole e sorella luna...
Grazie.....
Oggi, 4 ottobre, si ricorda San Francesco, patrono d'Italia. Il Santo della semplicità, delle cose piccole, ma così grandi, il Santo dell'incanto e della meraviglia
A poignant rose, that stood firm against the storm
Today S. Francis of Assisi,, Saint Patron of Italy
.... Where there is hatred let me sow love
Where there is injury, pardon
Where there is doubt, faith
Where there is despair, hope
Where there is darkness, light
Where there is sadness, joy.....
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This is the second spectacular sunset I've photographed in Wasdale in less than a week. It's probably my favourite place in the Lake District, and especially at this time of year when the sun sets perfectly on the surrounding mountains. Plus, my late 2 border terriers' ashes who climbed all the Wainwright mountains alongside me have their ashes scattered on top of The Wastwater Screes which makes this valley even more poignant for me! However, although it may look beautiful in this panorama, it was absolutely freezing!!! I don't usually feel the cold and even I had 6 top layers on, plus my dad had to help me hold onto my tripod while I was taking pictures as the wind was so strong (think we've caught the tail end of Strom Conor). Anyway, I think it was worth the effort in the end.
“Let no one who loves be called altogether unhappy. Even love unreturned has its rainbow.”
― J.M. Barrie, The Little Minister
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The Closest Thing To Crazy by Katie Melua
There you are; so distantly; hidden behind the blossom where lovers meet;
standing so pensively on castle stones trodden smooth
by the endless march of time and soldier's feet.
There you dream so deeply; scented flowers wafting by, in clouds of white,
falling gently to the ground, like angel feathers float down from the skies at night.
I look to you in vain hope you will see how much your story means to me,
but we are parted by nine hundred years and a thousand deep seated memories;
through layered time and misty veils of weathered treasures,
I seek the truth of all that went before and ancient pleasures.
My romantic heart has travelled through the morning haze,
to find you here and follow quietly the direction of your silent gaze.
I wonder if you will ever look my way or brighten up my darkest day.
I trace your steps across the lawn and make my way; to await the dawn.
I'm surer than I've ever been that lost in time; a change of scene,
our love that once traversed the universe was never just a dream.
In my pocket I carry with me the musty yellowed remnants of what you wrote;
imprinted on my mind and soaked by tears I shed and filled with hope.
Is it possible to transcend the sands of time and love at last will find a home
within a heart where sorrow lived so long that love was left no room …
- AP - Copyright remains with the author
'copyright image please do not reproduce without permission'
This attractive door leading into one of the two crematorium chapels faces the setting sun. It is a poignant reminder that whilst the sun sets on every life, we know for certain that it will rise again in the morning.
Just outside Chamberlain, SD. I always find pictures of animals and their offspring incredibly poignant, perhaps it's because most mothers and "children", are inevitably separated. Tugs on my heart strings.
A holiday resort in the beautiful natural bay of Kupari, the Five hotels which made up the resort were frequented by the Yugoslavian army but destoryed during fierce fighting in the Croatian war of Independence. Looted and left to rot, a poignant reminder of a horrific part of modern history
This the Hotel Goricina. More at:
Nikon D750, Nikkor 35/f2.0
A particularly poignant tribute in this COVID-19 Pandemic year
At the end of the 19th century, “The Lady With the Lamp”— or as she is more widely known, Florence Nightingale — founded modern nursing. Thanks to her strict use of hand-washing and hygiene practices while caring for wounded soldiers in the Crimean War, Nightingale and her helpers reduced the death rate from 42% to 2% — ushering in nursing as we know it today. On May 6, we recognize the important role nurses play in our lives by celebrating National Nurses Day. nationaltoday.com/national-nurses-day/
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It's snowing here as I post this photo taken late last summer. We had an early fall at Keefer Lake as this leaf so poignantly shows and winter keeps hanging on this year with no real signs of Spring. 'Cabin fever' has set in with a vengeance - processing old photos from the archives alleviates it somewhat. Stay safe and healthy everyone!
- Keefer Lake, Ontario, Canada -
Inspirée par :
"Ederlezi" by Goran Bregovic ... <3
And a big thanks to Yan Etzel ... which relays many emotions to the sounds of his guitar.
*Et un grand Merci à Yan Etzel... qui retransmets autant d'émotions aux sons de sa guitare.
Ritratto street - L'uomo in frack --- Solo va un uomo in frack, ha il cilindro per cappello due diamanti per gemelli, un bastone di cristallo,la gardena nell'occhiello e sul candido gilet un papillon, un papillon di seta blu. S'avvicina lentamente con il cedere elegante ha l'aspetto trasognato malinconico ed assente e non si sa da dove vien ne dove va, chi mai sarà quell'uomo in frack. --- Canzone di Domenico Modugno considerata da molti la più bella del suo repertorio. Una ballata struggente che racconta le ultime ore di un personaggio misterioso. - Rosignano M.mo - Livorno, Italia.
Street portrait - "Solo goes a man in frack, his hat cylinder has two diamonds for twins, a crystal stick, the gardena in his eyelet and on the white vest a bow tie, a blue silk bow tie . Approaching slowly with the elegant yielding has the dreamy look melancholy and absent and no one knows where it comes from where it goes, who will ever be that man in frack". --- Song of Domenico Modugno, The man in frack, considered by many the most beautiful of his repertoire. A poignant ballad that tells the last hours of a mysterious character. -
Rosignano M.mo - Livorno, Italy.
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