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"Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear:
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, 55
And waste its sweetness on the desert air".
Thomas Gray
Field of green stretching wide
In the grass, lovers hide
Watching clouds float high above
As they kiss and make love
In the field of purest green
Where natures beauty, it is seen
Rising up and stretching wide
Filled with lovers, who kiss and hide
These hours are yours, yours alone.
The hours before sunrise, when the other members of the house are in deep sleep, open doors to a world that is yours alone. Those moments when you don't have to talk to anyone, don't have to answer to anyone, and can just listen to your own rhythm are an invaluable luxury. These moments are golden, allowing you to reconnect with yourself, rest your soul, and find inner peace before the day's hustle begins.
Sitting by the window with a cup of coffee as the first light of dawn filters in, perhaps flipping thru your favorite book or simply listening to the sound of silence... This is a small gift we're giving ourselves. Putting your phone aside to clear your mind, focusing on how you feel that day, and perhaps imagining a little bit of the future can help you start your day calmly.
These moments are also a great opportunity to pamper yourself. Maybe you'll play your favorite music, or maybe you'll finally do that self-care routine you've been putting off. These hours, when the household is asleep and the city is yet to wake, are the purest form for silencing all the noise of the outside world, hearing your inner voice, valuing yourself, and savoring existence. These hours are yours, yours alone.
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E = mc^2 means that mass is condensed energy, and in its purest form, energy is light. Perhaps matter cannot go faster than light cuz nothing goes faster than its components, so all matter consists of light. A reinterpretation of portraits and quantum mechanics, my kind of portrait 😊
Her eyes confirm the thesis of matter as condensed light. And her lips the curved surfaces in Riemann theory. That one that says that each straight line is actually an immense circle. A straight line that closes but never ends. Like a love story.
The XX – Together
To ChimChim
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"Try not to confuse attachment with love. Attachment is about fear and dependency and has more to do with the love of self than the love of another. Love without attachment is the purest love because it isn't about what others can give you because you're empty. It is about what you can give others because you're already full." - Yasmin Mogahead
The absolute beauty of nature in its purest sense comes to life when it seems about to die; when the summer has waned and the fall is in full swing. The leaves are losing their colour and the oranges and reds are bursting forth with majestic beauty. I often stand in the midst of the forest in awe of creation and all its beauty. .
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"Even angels are not spared from pain. Some wounds are carried in silence, some bleed through the soul. Yet, within every shadow of sorrow, there is light in the arms that hold us, the presence that whispers we are not alone.
This is not a story told in beginnings or endings, but in the stillness between heartbeats, where beauty rests even when the world seems undone. A glimpse of eternity, captured in feathers and breath.
To be held in our most fragile moments is the purest form of strength. Even in silence, even in ache, the spirit remembers how to heal."
This was Yumi's idea, she asked me to pose with her but i couldnt hold myself not to snap one.
*Pose we used is from CKEY Poses: 2am
Thank you Yumi.♥
See her beautiful version here♥
here what i hear
Devil’s Lake is another lake along the Cascade Lakes Scenic Byway, just outside of Bend, Oregon.
The emerald waters of Devils Lake, a popular picnic and camping spot that treats visitors to an eerie optical illusion: crystal clear water and a shallow white pumice bottom make it seem as if boats on the surface are floating in midair.
Devil’s Lake is comprised of glacial water from glaciers up the mountains nearby. Glacial water is some of the cleanest and purest water on earth – hence the color of this beautiful, Caribbean-looking lake.
Once the snow run off is done the lake will settle into its normal brilliant turquoise appearance.
“Acceptance is not a sign of weakness. It's not a question of giving up or giving in. It is an acknowledgement that we all have our crosses to bear … our human struggle. What we choose to do about it is up to us. We have the gift of free will. As a child I was very accepting of the abuse and losses that I suffered. I knew no different. As a teenager I withdrew into myself and then I rebelled and fought against it all, but what I am learning now is that acceptance causes me less personal pain … it baffles those who seek to destroy my composure and in turn makes them question everything they thought they knew. In truth, if we discard everything we think we know and focus only on what we know to be true, we find we know so very little. There is much to learn and each of us has a different purpose … a personal spiritual journey. I believe we are here to learn from others and others may learn from us. In this quiet way we may arrive at mutual understanding and as my dearest Friend, Khaled, once told me, understanding is the first step towards love.” - AP
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQ0kh3k0LKE
THE PROMISE – TRACY CHAPMAN
I promise I will return. For now I say au revoir, but not goodbye, all my love, Poppy xo
The purest heart among us
can play sweet music on a harp
with variations and vibrations
an angel's tenderness imparts
The smallest flower or tiny creature
can stay forever in our minds
with connotations and abstractions
impressing us with ideas kind
The lovingness of all mankind
seeps through our veins and warms the coals
with tremors and delicious trickles
it stokes our fires; our embered souls
The steps of time; the parallels
are drawn before we're born
the plan is made; the cavalcade
storms the castle and leaves us torn
The outcome is not always foretold
there's often something we can do
no need to suffer or seal our fate
the life that comes; it's up to you
The two things that spring to my mind
are patience and compassion
to exercise and exorcise
the former to practice; the latter not rationed
Love and only love my friends
can stop disease and hate
I want to give it unconditionally
Love is infinite; intelligence is not necessarily innate.
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Natures lips ,i do kiss
I see their beauty, oh sweet bliss
Swimming inside their soaking lake
In natures bed, love we make
Under the sky of the purest blue
I kiss sweet nature and say i love you
Japanese Pink Camellia range in color from purest white to soft pink to darkest red and may be single, semi-double, double, formal double or full peony form.
La belleza tiene muchas formas de expresarse y donde . Desde el abstracto al realismo mas puro. Desde el arte mas puro a la fotografía más dramática . El arte es nuestra sensibilidad ante las cosas y los hechos . El artista queda un poco al margen de la obra u otras veces se implica totamente en ella . Recordad a Miguel Angol golpeando al Moisés, mientras le gritaba : ¡¡ habla !!.
La belleza que no necesita artista es la campestre. La naturaleza se encarga de la belleza de los campos . Desiertos, primaveras , rosas, tormentas . Yo humildemente y con móvil , os traigo lo que vi.
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Beauty has many ways of expressing itself and where. From the abstract to the purest realism. From the purest art to the most dramatic photography. Art is our sensitivity to things and facts. The artist remains a little on the sidelines of the work or other times is completely involved in it. Remember Miguel Angol hitting Moisés, while shouting at him: speak!!.
The beauty that does not need an artist is rural. Nature takes care of the beauty of the fields. Deserts, springs, roses, storms. I humbly and with a cell phone, bring you what I saw.
⭐ on Explore! 💛 August 29, 2024 ⭐
“Mountain top: the place where life finds the purest meaning of freedom.” ― Vinicius Montgomery
Hochwurzen is a ski area located in Austria. It is part of the Schladminger 4-Berge-Schaukel, which are four interconnected mountains for countless adventures, unforgettable experiences and lots of fun that awaits on the peaks of Schladming.
The entrance halls are of the purest Gaudinian style, with an organic structure reflecting Gaudí's deep study of nature. Made with local stone masonry, they stand out for their hyperbolic paraboloid-shaped vaults, covered with brightly colored ceramics. Gaudí used the technique of the Catalan vault or vaulted vault, which consisted of superimposing several layers of bricks with mortar. Some of the structures were prefabricated and then installed in their corresponding places, again putting Gaudí ahead of current construction techniques.
Inspiration from my teacher, who hates to be called that, but do we not all teach each other … I found myself lacking in both inspiration and energy recently and I thought I would do something “moody” for him, but this is what happened … happily! : 0)
p.s. There is a very happy fence near my willow tree, but I found myself looking up at Mr Sparrow! ; 0)
“What day is it?” asked Pooh.
“It’s today,” squeaked Piglet.
“My favorite day,” said Pooh.”
― A.A. Milne
Mine too and I hope the same for you! Happy Weekend, dear friends! <3
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=9z3jCiCrsx0
Musika: Yann Tiersen - Porz Goret
Akrobatak: Tarek Rammo & Kami-Lynne Bruin
As the willow renews it's cycle
tender buds appear
sparrows flock to feast on them
same thing happens every year
but this is not a weeping willow
it does not cry for all it's lost
but rejoices in the gifts of harvest
it gives to wildlife; there is no cost
love is free and bountiful
in nature wild and willing
given with the purest hearts
to serve and never count the shilling
today as I look out my window yonder
I counted my blessings many
the best things in life are really free
and they don't cost a penny
in the silence I've been pondering
and found the answers I sought
what do I need; how do I succeed
the answer is simple and can't be bought
I look around without a sound
I step from room to room
there is so much love awaiting me
as I take up my Spring-clean broom
I dust away but leave the cobwebs
the spiders do me no harm
I wash the windows and the curtains
the strength I lost returns to my arms
I still have a little disability
but it does not affect me unduly
I push loose strands of hair behind my ears
my goldilocks are so like me … unruly
I have always been a little wild at heart
running barefoot through the fields
if time exists it does not trouble me
my days and nights are full and yield
plenty of delightful dreams and moments
that meld seamlessly into each other
carrying always inside my heart
my lost family; my siblings; my father; my mother
I know they watch me as I play
and maybe they wonder why I don't mature
but I am an adult when I need to be
but mostly I'm an imp and I adore
to explore the world through the eyes of a child
to behold the beauteous wonders
to absorb myself in nature where I
can weather any storm and set asunder
all the worries and concerns I often have
trivial little things and trifling matters
better to focus on the goodness that abounds
fill my soul up with the most wondrous of things
served heartily on a golden platter.
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Lost in the words that breath life in their meaning
Bleeding ink emotions that evolves the purest feelings
Pale skin paper that yearns the tattoos of my words
To bring them to life in this vicious dark lost world
Can you hear these words calling, calling to be loved?
Longing for your warm embrace as if from heaven above
These words fall on to the paper like the tears that did part
From my eyes that once surrounded the warmth of my heart
To show the venerable person that we all are beneath it all
These words are created for the love that you now do fall
Emotions that are now cemented in the text of the page
To shine for a lifetime with no question that they will ever fade
- Andrew james Wells
St. Bernard told us that the fundamental thing was the recognition of God’s image in ourselves: the end was to be the perfect rehabilitation of that image, in all its simplicity, in the purity of its original likeness to God. Now that this likeness is finally to be recovered by perfect love and confidence, it is fitting that we consider just how much it means.
This likeness produces more than a similarity between two separate objects. It takes the soul and makes it one with God: so close is this unity of the soul with God, that it is said to become God. The Divine Essence can never belong to us by nature and we shall always remain distinct, substantially, from God. But in the union of love which God has prepared for those that love him and seek him, everything that is his will become ours, not by nature but by grace.
We cannot, then, become one substance with God. But the union that we can achieve with him is only one degree less perfect than this. The union of wills, making us one spirit with God, is the highest and purest and most intimate union that can possibly be achieved by two individuals remaining essentially distinct.
--The Spirit of Simplicity, Jean-Baptiste Chautard OSCO, Translated by Thomas Merton
Capilla de la Asunción, construida entre los años 1.185 y 1.199.
Esta capilla, que podría haber sido la capilla mayor del primitivo templo, es una obra del más puro arte almohade, labrada por maestros moriscos traídos a Burgos por Alfonso VIII.
La Capilla, fabricada en ladrillo con algo de mampostería en el cuerpo inferior, es un cuadrado de cinco metros de lado, reducido mediante falsas trompas a un octógono decorado con arcos de herradura apuntada en ladrillo, ciegos, salvo dos, e iguales a los del cuerpo inferior. Se corona con una bóveda en la que los nervios no cruzados en el centro forman una estrella de ocho puntas.
Según algunos eruditos, es la construcción con mayor carácter almohade de España.
Chapel of the Assumption, built between 1185 and 1199.
This chapel, which could have been the main chapel of the primitive temple, is a work of the purest Almohad art, carved by Moorish masters brought to Burgos by Alfonso VIII.
The Chapel, made of brick with some masonry in the lower body, is a five meter square on a side, reduced by false squinches to an octagon decorated with pointed horseshoe arches in brick, blind, except for two, and equal to those of the lower body. It is crowned with a vault in which the uncrossed ribs in the center form an eight-pointed star.
According to some scholars, it is the construction with the greatest Almohad character in Spain.
Beauty arises when soul is satisfied.
Amit Ray
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Please, don't fave and run, you will get yourself blocked.
The Wind of the Past is Blowing️ The City's Quiet Breath: 🌆🌇
Where did the impulse come from? Who knows?
Sometimes, one is drawn to the streets by a causeless urge. This was one of those nights. I wandered the city for a little while tonight. I had no destination, no place I needed to be. I simply wanted to walk and feel the nighttime presence of this vast, crowded geography.
These moments, in fact, offer the purest, most unchanging scenes of daily life. The familiar sight I encountered right around the corner: A garbage truck with children running behind it. That rush, that childlike curiosity... It reminds you that life continues to flow at its own rhythm, outside of the major dramas.
As I walked, the old streets I knew were standing exactly in their place. Time had passed, lives had changed, but the stones, the pavements, the posture of the buildings remained the same. It was as if those old, innocent days were still hidden within the walls.
When the lights of the houses began to turn on, one by one, that feeling arrived: A mix of peace and gentle melancholy. Every single light that flickered on was a sign that a completely different story was beginning inside, a testament to the warmth of the small worlds built within those four walls.
It was exactly then that the wind of memory began to blow in my soul and heart, like a familiar scent I couldn't quite name. It was as if an older version of myself, left behind on those streets, was calling out, "I am here."
This walk wasn't a great discovery; rather, it was a deep recollection. I realized once again how precious even the most ordinary moments of life are.
Do you ever take these spontaneous night walks? If so, what does the wind blowing in your heart tell you?
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A gentle veil, serene and bright, Hollyhocks bloom in purest white. Their petals whisper, soft and fair, A tranquil grace, beyond compare.
Clustered high, they reach the sky, Dreams unfold where blossoms lie. Their beauty stills, their essence gleams, A vision born from summer's dreams.
Hollyhocks carry rich symbolism across cultures. They are often associated with ambition and reaching for one's goals, as their tall stalks seem to strive upward, toward the sky. In Victorian times, they symbolized fertility and the cycle of life, while also representing domestic happiness and tranquility.
Additionally, their sturdy presence in cottage gardens is said to reflect strength and resilience, making them a timeless emblem of beauty and endurance. What a lovely flower to admire! 🌼
That house seemed incredible to me, the textures of the lime, the bricks and what caught my attention the most was seeing that small window, since then every time I see it I continue to wonder its usefulness.
This time I wanted to do something different with the photo and converted it into the purest vintage style because that was what its appearance suggested to me.
Esta impresionante fotografía nocturna captura un paisaje sereno en Noruega, con montañas majestuosas que se elevan bajo un cielo estrellado. El río en primer plano refleja la luz sutil de la noche, mientras los árboles oscuros marcan la escena. El resplandor de la Vía Láctea añade un toque mágico al horizonte, creando una atmósfera de tranquilidad y misterio. Ideal para quienes buscan conectarse con la naturaleza en su forma más pura y celestial.
This stunning night photograph captures a serene landscape in Norway, with majestic mountains rising beneath a starry sky. The river in the foreground reflects the subtle light of the night, while dark trees mark the scene. The glow of the Milky Way adds a magical touch to the horizon, creating an atmosphere of tranquility and mystery. Ideal for those looking to connect with nature in its purest, most celestial form.
One of my many glass beaded bangles, for Macro Mondays Green.
The title was part of a line from Black Adder II when Lord Percy said "can it be true that I hold here in my mortal hand a nugget of purest green" ha ha.
I was here for the second time in just three evenings, looking over a view that I’ve seen many times before, but never photographed. Wheal Coates lay on the other side of the steep descent to the water at Chapel Porth, while in front of me lay another sea, a purple and yellow one filled with the perfect complimentary colours of summer heather and emerging gorse. The steady hum of bees at work filled the listless air on a perfectly calm August evening. Two days earlier, the sun had rudely vanished behind clouds without warning as we walked from the rough pockmarked car park above Porthtowan along the stony paths towards the rocky outcrop that stands over the beach far below. Only after sunset did the sky fill with a luminous pink sheen, but the land was hidden in shadows by then. I found a composition I liked and planned to return when the light was better. As we began one of Ali’s rather more circuitous routes back to the car, I turned the camera on this view over the broad expanse of wild summer blooms. A practice run for another evening.
And now, forty-eight hours later under a soft summer sun, the tripod placed carefully among the flowers on one of the many patches of bare earth that disappear with a low point of view, the colours were looking quite wonderful. I began a series of focus stacks, the fifth of which was interrupted by a young lady walking along the path and straight across the middle of my frame. No problems though. I took the final shot twice to blend her out, before resting for a couple of minutes to survey the scene. There was still that first composition I’d found to go and have a look at, and then I’d finish by setting up at the tip of the headland, pointing my camera towards Wheal Coates and the sea below as volley after volley of waves charged and swelled into the narrow beach on the incoming tide. A summer evening in Cornwall in its purest form.
And then, as I might have expected had I been prepared for it, she went and stood on top of the outcrop. Well of course she did - people do that all the time here. There’s almost always someone standing there gazing out across the water. And for once my brain was operating at a reasonable speed, so - and aren’t these magnetic filters so very wonderful at times like this? - I froze the moment and committed her to my SD card. Everything you ever needed to know about what the professionals like to call “visual weight” right there on that compact patch of raised ground. Had Dave and Lee been with me, I suspect that each would have been instructing the other to go and stand there to perform hero poses for the camera. I don’t usually join in that sort of thing, although I have on occasion placed Ali in an image such as this. We have one taken at Kynance Cove on the wall at home and another from the Brecon Beacons on the mantlepiece. But here was a random stranger, doing what people generally do here on a Saturday evening - locals and visitors alike, just wandering along the network of paths and enjoying the views. In fact, if you start peeping into the pixels you’ll find a few more people taking the airs of Chapel Porth and Wheal Coates; some alone, others in groups. I’ve counted a total of eleven people. And a dog. Let me know if you find a twelfth, won’t you?
I headed down towards the rocks to line up the other, slightly more complex composition I’d found, only to be faced with the same young lady sitting in a hollow, pointing her phone extravagantly across the scene and then back at herself in the full and unmistakable confidence of youth. An Instagrammer I suspect, probably about to get a billion megahits in Virtualworld. I’d already photographed her once, and she was far too close for comfort now, so I left her to her own devices and made the last few strides to the top of the steep cliffside scramble down towards the water - where in time I found another new shot I’d never even noticed before.
For a moment I thought I might pipe up, tell her that she had just fitted the missing piece to a picture I’d just taken, and offer her a free copy of the finished image. But I feel it's never a good idea to approach a woman on her own, especially when you're getting on a bit. Not unless you're George Clooney selling overpriced coffee in TV adverts anyway. And I look more like George Formby, so with a tinge of regret, the unknowing heroine of this tale doesn’t have the picture on her wall. Although if it was you, do get in touch.
Masai Mara National Park
Kenya
East Africa
Part of the great migration of millions of animals from Tanzania to Kenya and back again. You can see a giraffe on the far horizon.
In what is one of the world’s most quintessential wildlife experiences, the annual Great Migration in Africa is an event like no other. Millions of Zebras, Wildebeest, and other antelope species make this incredible journey across Tanzania and Kenya every year, facing Crocodile- infested waters and terrestrial predators (Lions, Leopards, etc) along the way.
Consisting of millions of animals, East Africa’s Great Migration is the largest terrestrial mammal migration in the world. Its stage encompasses some of the most breathtaking ecosystems on Earth, including the most well-known reserve on the continent, Serengeti National Park.
The migration is an endless circuit in which the circle of life is showcased in its purest form. Like the hands on a clock, a seemingly never- ending stream of fauna make their way across Africa’s landscape in search of food and water, never knowing how much time they may have left.
The Great Migration is a famously treacherous journey in which the animals must not only find food to sustain themselves, but also give birth to the future generations that will keep the annual migration alive. It’s a classic game of survival of the fittest, and its contenders are some of the most majestic and resilient creatures Africa has to offer. – Internet
Les glaciers possèdent un côté profondément féérique, presque irréel !
Ces géants de glace scintillent sous la lumière comme s’ils étaient faits de cristal. Leurs nuances — du blanc le plus pur aux bleus intenses — rappellent des pierres précieuses enfouies dans un royaume secret.
Ils dégagent à la fois majesté et fragilité : silencieux, mais animés par un mouvement lent, presque enchanté, qui évoque le passage du temps hors de notre mesure humaine.
Leurs crevasses et sculptures naturelles semblent être l’œuvre d’artisans invisibles, comme si un monde mythique avait façonné la matière même de la Terre.
Se tenir face à un glacier, c’est avoir la sensation d’entrer dans un univers de légendes nordiques ou de contes anciens, où la glace devient un royaume féérique, intemporel et sacré …
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Glaciers have a profoundly fairy-like, almost otherworldly quality !
These giants of ice shimmer in the light as if they were made of crystal. Their shades from the purest white to deep, vibrant blues resemble precious gems hidden within a secret realm.
They embody both majesty and fragility: silent, yet animated by a slow, enchanted movement that seems to exist outside our human sense of time.
Their crevasses and natural sculptures appear as though shaped by invisible artisans, as if a mythical world had carved the very substance of the Earth.
To stand before a glacier is to feel as though you are stepping into a universe of Nordic legends or ancient tales, where the ice becomes a timeless, sacred, fairy-like kingdom …
credit : Luigi Vagamo
In the purest style of westerns, Walton Wainwright has designed a sim for Contraption where we have the feeling that at any moment someone will pull out a weapon and organize a duel. Visitors can also play with the viewfinder lighting for spectacular effects. The design of the cemetery, on arrival, gives a gothic aspect to the whole, so it is a setting that can lead to many photos while discovering the good shops of this sim.
Timeless sea breezes, that for aeons have blown ancient rocks, you are purest Space coming from afar… (Rainer M. Rilke)
The church at Salagon priory in Mane was built during the eleventh century from local limestone. It has all the hallmarks of Provençal Romanesque style, containing Corinthian-style columns decorated with acanthus leaves, as well as sculpted panels depicting people and animals.
The interior of the church is illuminated by six stained glass windows from the artist Aurélie Nemours. Installed in 1998, they bathe the church in a light which the artist describes as "the purest red". Salagon, together with Ganagobie monastery near Lurs, was listed as a historic monument in 1981.
Here's a Very Pure cultivar member of the 'fosteriana' Tulip group. Fosteriana was found in the mountains near Bukhara, Uzbekistan, in 1904 by Joseph Haberhauer junior, not to be confused with his namesake (1828-1902), the famed entomological collector of central Asia (e.g. Iran). Our Haberhauer was a plant collector in the service - among other patrons - of the famous Tubergen horticultural firm in The Netherlands.
The 'original' Fosteriana is as red as they come; it was named for Sir Michael Foster (1836-1907) of Cambridge, England, who besides being a respected physiologist was an expert on irises, many of which also hail from central Asia.
And look at that corbicula of our Honeybee (see inset); you can just about see the individual pollen grains of this Purest of Tulips, sometimes called the White Emperor.
God Almighty first planted a garden.
And indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures.
~Francis Bacon
These were the flowers on one of my dwarf crabapples last spring, I think the variety is 'Camelot'. For me, they are the purest and most beautiful of all flowers, and their fresh fragrance is fine and elegant, but not overpowering - just heavenly! Orioles come into the crabapple trees when they are in bloom, and bees come to pollinate, and later in the year, cedar waxwings and robins feast on the berry-like apples. Caterpillars treat crabapples like a native tree, even if European or Asian apples are crossed in. The apple tree was where Adam and Eve encountered each other - at the time it was still paradise! There is no more innocent and no more nourrishing tree, and I believe apple trees are the most peaceful beings in the universe.
Devil’s Lake is another lake along the Cascade Lakes Scenic Byway, just outside of Bend, Oregon.
The emerald waters of Devils Lake, a popular picnic and camping spot that treats visitors to an eerie optical illusion: crystal clear water and a shallow white pumice bottom make it seem as if boats on the surface are floating in midair.
Devil’s Lake is comprised of glacial water from glaciers up the mountains nearby. Glacial water is some of the cleanest and purest water on earth – hence the color of this beautiful, Caribbean-looking lake.
Being located right off the byway, it’s not hard to miss. We simply pulled our car over, walked out, and there it is. It is one of the smallest of the Cascade Lakes, so it’s easy to see the whole of it. The higher we were above the lake, the greener it looked, and the closer we got, the clearer it looked.
In a small valley in the Peloponnesus, the shrine of Asklepios, the god of medicine, developed out of a much earlier cult of Apollo (Maleatas), during the 6th century BC at the latest, as the official cult of the city state of Epidaurus. Its principal monuments, particularly the temple of Asklepios, the Tholos and the Theatre - considered one of the purest masterpieces of Greek architecture – date from the 4th century. The vast site, with its temples and hospital buildings devoted to its healing gods, provides valuable insight into the healing cults of Greek and Roman times.
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