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An aghori strides through Manikarnika Ghat, a bull by his side and blazing pyres behind them. His ash-covered figure and intense gaze contrast starkly with the fiery backdrop, capturing the raw essence of life, death, and spiritual transcendence in Varanasi.
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The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now, we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire, yeah
The solemn respite
of lighting bony pyres,
mends the cursed faith
of linking fading fires.
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All beauty must fade,
wither, crack, split, die,
and so too the beauty
of sweet hospitality
loses something magical
when put to a test.
Splintering down to
strained smiles,
curt little whispers
behind a turned back
summon up strangleweed
between the gaping cracks
of a path we walked
for so long until "so long."
There's a blind desire
to douse what remains
in that left-behind radiance
with a drowning of petrol,
a gasoline baptism,
and send it out with a pyre:
something to remember.
I composed this photograph during a recent 'photography journey' through Kananaskis Country, a vast wilderness and recreational area west of Calgary, Alberta, Canada. The image depicts small groupings of larch trees demonstrating their vibrant autumn colours, surrounded by a forest of pine trees. For those interested in learning more about larch trees, and how they got their name, read on.
Larches are deciduous conifers in the genus Larix. Growing from 20 to 45 metres (65 to 150 feet) tall, they are native to the cooler regions of the northern hemisphere, where they are found in lowland forests in the high latitudes, and high in mountains further south. Larches are among the dominant plants in the boreal forests of Siberia and Canada.
Although they are conifers, larches are deciduous trees that lose their needles in the autumn. Before those needles drop, their colours change from green to glorious shades of yellow-gold. After the needles drop, only a skeletal structure remains, looking like a dead pine tree.
About the naming of this tree. What follows is more information than many will find necessary. Nonetheless...
The English name larch ultimately derives from the Latin "larigna", named after the ancient settlement of Larignum. The story of its naming was preserved by Vitruvius: “It is worth while to know how this wood was discovered. The divine Caesar, being with his army in the neighbourhood of the Alps, and having ordered the towns to furnish supplies, the inhabitants of a fortified stronghold there, called Larignum, trusting in the natural strength of their defences, refused to obey his command. So the general ordered his forces to the assault. In front of the gate of this stronghold there was a tower, made of beams of this wood laid in alternating directions at right angles to each other, like a funeral pyre, and built high, so that they could drive off an attacking party by throwing stakes and stones from the top. When it was observed that they had no other missiles than stakes, and that these could not be hurled very far from the wall on account of the weight, orders were given to approach and to throw bundles of brushwood and lighted torches at this outwork. These the soldiers soon got together.
The flames soon kindled the brushwood which lay about that wooden structure and, rising towards heaven, made everybody think that the whole pile had fallen. But when the fire had burned itself out and subsided, and the tower appeared to view entirely uninjured, Caesar in amazement gave orders that they should be surrounded with a palisade, built beyond the range of missiles. So the townspeople were frightened into surrendering, and were then asked where that wood came from which was not harmed by fire. They pointed to trees of the kind under discussion, of which there are very great numbers in that vicinity. And so, as that stronghold was called Larignum, the wood was called larch.”
I composed this photograph during a recent 'photography journey' through Kananaskis Country, a vast wilderness and recreational area west of Calgary, Alberta, Canada. The image is a macro shot of larch tree branches and their needles, which are transitioning from green to glorious shades of yelloow-gold. For those interested in learning more about larch trees, and how they got their name, read on.
Although they are conifers, larches are deciduous trees that lose their needles in the autumn. Before those needles drop, their colours change from green to glorious shades of yellow-gold. After the needles drop, only a skeletal structure remains, looking like a dead pine tree. Larches are among the dominant plants in the boreal forests of Siberia and Canada.
About the naming of this tree. What follows is more information than many will find necessary. Nonetheless....
The English name larch ultimately derives from the Latin "larigna", named after the ancient settlement of Larignum. The story of its naming was preserved by Vitruvius: “It is worth while to know how this wood was discovered. The divine Caesar, being with his army in the neighbourhood of the Alps, and having ordered the towns to furnish supplies, the inhabitants of a fortified stronghold there, called Larignum, trusting in the natural strength of their defences, refused to obey his command. So the general ordered his forces to the assault. In front of the gate of this stronghold there was a tower, made of beams of this wood laid in alternating directions at right angles to each other, like a funeral pyre, and built high, so that they could drive off an attacking party by throwing stakes and stones from the top. When it was observed that they had no other missiles than stakes, and that these could not be hurled very far from the wall on account of the weight, orders were given to approach and to throw bundles of brushwood and lighted torches at this outwork. These the soldiers soon got together.
The flames soon kindled the brushwood which lay about that wooden structure and, rising towards heaven, made everybody think that the whole pile had fallen. But when the fire had burned itself out and subsided, and the tower appeared to view entirely uninjured, Caesar in amazement gave orders that they should be surrounded with a palisade, built beyond the range of missiles. So the townspeople were frightened into surrendering, and were then asked where that wood came from which was not harmed by fire. They pointed to trees of the kind under discussion, of which there are very great numbers in that vicinity. And so, as that stronghold was called Larignum, the wood was called larch.”
I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre
Come now, bite through these wires
I'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired
Reset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higher
Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire"
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The time to hesitate is through
There's no time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Come on baby, light my fire
(Light my fire - The Doors)
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Sunrise on the Ganges River in Varanasi. Varanasi is the Hindu holy city - comparable to Mecca for Muslims or Jerusalem for Christians. It is the place where every Hindu believer wishes to visit and die in if possible, and have their bodies cremated and ashes thrown into the holy river. The funeral pyres burn all day and night here, filling the entire city with a smoky haze that gives rise to eerie sunrises like this. Early in the morning a lot of boat drivers ply the river to take tourists and pilgrims sightseeing, and many bring food to feed the rather large population of pigeons here.
A vantage point lifting above the 'Causse noir' - a limestone plateau between the rivers Tarn and Dourbie, so just to the south of the Causse Méjan.
A slightly perilous knoll summit with considerable three and four story drops ornamented with scrub to afford a false sense of security. The natural rock barrier of the above post adds a sense of theatre to a space that had enough significance to merit a considerable number of runs of monolithic stairs. From the uneven measures of the treads and the destination that lends itself to pyre, solstice celebration and unknown rite, it would seem safe to say that the site had cultural meaning either side of the Iron age. A measured circle dance or a musical choir, rhythm or call might all have enjoyed the setting.
This ridge and summit is one of a cluster, and between are tight, short and chunky 'canyons' which might have been converted as hunting traps or animal pens, or ornamented by people, pigment and weave for special events.
An abris, possibly associated with the steps and known as "gâches" was a necropolis, and in 1932 bones of 45 individuals were found with two hunters knives, 10 arrow heads and one blade in flint. These details are relayed by Marc Parguel, but without the real examples it is difficult to know if the abris aligns to the Neolithic and Bronze age finds associated with the site of the priory further down the slope. He also mentions references that talk of the site being used for worshiping the Celtic God Bélénus (thus the basin).
The steps up to the site can be seen on the images linked below.
AJM 07.10.22
This might not be the most exciting of images.
After snapping away an INDIAN man approached me .
He said you just took a very rare image probably never to be seen in INDIA.
He went on to explain that WOMEN do not light funeral pyres at cremation.
This woman is doing so because the family had no men left to do so.
He and others wanted copies of this image.
Lucky me. Lucky you!
NIGHAM BODH, DELHI
Photography’s new conscience
Thanjavur (350 KM south of Chennai) – was the then capital of medieval Chola Kingdom; ancient Chola Kings had their headquarters at Uraiyur, now a suburban of Thiruchi, 250 KM south-west of Chennai. Of the ‘Thanjavur Cholas’ the most famous and great were the father–son-daughter trio Raja Raja Chola, Rajendra Chola and Kunthavi Devi. Raja Raja Chola's father Emperor died and his Queen Vaanamaa Devi embraced the funeral pyre even as the Child Prince was only 9 months old. This temple was built by them, by about 950 AD. This temple was named by them as 'Peria Udaiyar Koyil'. Nowadays, it is all more a tourist attraction than worshipful devotion.
A little more: Raja Raja Chola had 15 officially recognized wives, what they call ‘concerts’ in divine parlance. Kunthavi was the child of the 15th wife. Though Rajendra Chola and Kunthavi were not born to the same mother they had a rare brother–sister affection; Tamils are generally very proud of such devotion and protective nature of brothers towards their sisters.
It is sunrise at Varanasi on the the banks of the holy Ganges River. Cremations are under way. There are about one billion Hindus in India and when they die they are cremated. Indians are much closer to the flow of daily life than is common in the Western world.
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Cats foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoias poison door.
Twenty first century schizoid man.
Blood rack barbed wire
Polititians funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schizoid man.
Death seed blind mans greed
Poets starving children bleed
Nothing hes got he really needs
Twenty first century schizoid man.
" 21st Century Schizoid Man " - King Crimson
Retour en arrière sur le bûcher de la St Jean !
Le bûcher lui-même est un sujet magique, mais la foule qui l'observe l'est tout autant, voire davantage !
Et la foule porte toute son attention sur ledit bûcher...
Toute la foule ? Non, un spectateur résiste encore et toujours à la fascination des flammes...!
No mais famoso e, outrora, maior estádio do mundo, a bela Pira Olímpica das Olimpíadas Rio 2016!
Maracanã, Rio de Janeiro, Brasil.
Tenham um belo dia! :-)
EXPLORED! Thanks all! :-)))
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Olympic Pyre Rio 2016 at the Maracanã Stadium.
At the most famous and, once, largest stadium in the world, the beautiful Olympic Pyre of the Rio Olympics 2016!
Maracanã, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.
Have a beautiful day! :-)
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This red and white butte lies in between the South and North forks of Trail Creek near Hillsboro in Bighorn Canyon National Recreation Area, Montana. The bluff is composed of Triassic Chugwater Formation that is capped in this area by a white limestone. The top of the butte is mostly covered with Quaternary Landslide deposits. Juniper trees dominate the foreground.
"Dear one, don't you like
your darling ? Kindly speak
Think of our yesterdays,
Eskimo kisses and impish plays
Our moments together
Was truely sweet all through
O ! I recall those days of joy
Why you stay aloof, growing shy ?
Hey ! Why is this change
In your looks, you seem to range,
All your thoughts in a strange,
I think, mysterious trench."
"No mystery dude ! my mind
is not of an enigmatic kind
You have known me well enough
from long past, a poor stuff.
Leave me now, don't try to capture
With your flirty words anymore
As you did with me before
In your usual ways of cajolery.
Though weak and fragile
As you men describe all agile,
Smart and trustworthy female,
No more wish I to partake in your sail.
I know men, young and old
Are all alike, of one mould;
Equally conceited and bold
In their ways to gain and hold.
To lure poor women
With their fake affection
And fabulous description
of their beauty, a subversion.
Above all, man's judgement
Propaganda and comment
About women as fragile and weak
As born dependent and meek.
Who can stand their orgy
And tread that path craggy
As he transcends often and on
Barriers of morality known
O! insidiousness of man !
His beastly pursuits inhuman
Shown in his gestures, lovely
Promises are all pretentions only
No woman of honor and sanity
Not even the gullible one
Would dare to fall in love
With the so called man even for fun."
Lend an ear dear fellow souls
Mere mortal bodies with myriad goals
The senses portray divergent views
As perceptions screened on the mind
Love is often mistaken,
for love of objects the body need,
need of subjects for the mind to feed,
the 'feed' to satiate your greed.
Infatuations, fleeting passions
out of lustful fascinations
Distressing crave to yearn
what that you wish to own
Make one seek selfish means
Heedless of other's pains
Treachery with a smile
ditch with utter spite
Love is not to blame
fuel is not the flame
In the raving fire
As in every pyre
Burns the sandal logs
along with the corpse
- Anuj Nair
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This is, for people from the west, a very unusual scene and place. This is a ghat, or śmaśāna, where bodies are burnt on a pyre according to Hindu rites. As you see, there are many of these pyres along the river. At the end of the ceremony, the remains are washed into the sacred Bagmati river.
Pashupatinath Temple, Kathmandu.
Pippin rescues Faramir from being burned on Denethor's Pyre!
My favorite bit of this creation is the stone backdrop! So many fun details in the wall and arch.
Hope you enjoy this next vignette of our series! If you haven't seen the first books yet make sure to check the profiles listed down below.
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Jonathan I know you have been keen to see this so here it is...
Camera rotation at Padley Gorge shot in a single exposure with two separate axial points and focal lengths .
Top night ...this was my more experimental shot of the evening.
A hill that was in constant use for 4,000 years from 5,500 ybp through to the first centuries AD. The view from the hill, which is set back from the flat lands between Glasgow and Edinburgh, is extraordinarily rich in geographical markers and a pyre as far away as the Isle of Arran's Goat fell can be seen in a panoramic that is truly coast to coast. The view remains alive today and a unique sense of place comes from a site visit.
Cairnpapple is a complex henge monument with two causways and whilst its current disposition does demonstrate the phases of its changing past, it is important to understand that Cairnpapple never looked as it does today. When compared with, for example 'Nether Largie South Cairn' in Kilmartin Glen, the work of Stuart Piggot (the archaeologist responsible for the current disposition) can seem a little, over the top and humid. I would add the site aside a list including the Avebury and the Woodhenge concrete bollards - 'in need of rethinking'.
The visitors centre is an archive Nissen hut from the Second World War and my visit of the hut was animated by the extraordinary Sam McAuliffe - as far as I understand a Paleontologist who just happens to be a whiz at prehistory.
AJ
It's time to strap our boots on
This is a perfect day to die
Wipe the blood out of our eyes
In this life there's no surrender
There's nothing left for us to do
Find the strength to see this through
We are the ones who will never be broken
With our final breath
We'll fight to the death
We are soldiers, we are soldiers
Woah woah woah whoa x2
We are soldiers
I stand here right beside you
Tonight we're fighting for our lives
Let me hear your battle cry
Your battle cry
We are the ones who will never be broken
With our final breath
We'll fight to the death
We are soldiers, we are soldiers
Yeah!
We stand shoulder to shoulder You can't You can't erase us, You'l just have to face us!
We stand shoulder to shoulder You can't eraze us, You'l just have to face us! (face us)
We are the ones who will never be broken (be broken)
With our final breath
We'l fight to the death
We are Soldiers, We are soldiers
We are the ones who will not go unspoken (Unbroken)
No, we will not sleep
We are not sheep
We are soldiers, we are soldiers
Yeah
Woah woah woah whoa
We are soldiers
Woah woah woah whoa
We are Soldiers
Otherwise We Are Soldiers 2012
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Models: 0rco, Rees Vivid, Nick Redcreek, Harley Stormborn, Jay Stormborn.
Taken At Painted Sky Stables and Ruins, Krymov: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Krymov/206/127/31
NOTE: Yes, the fire is real. DO NOT TRY THIS. I had professional help. I had everything down to a science. I talked with firemen and worked out a way to burn an umbrella safely.
My first inspiration initially comes from Adele, and her song, "set fire to the rain" Even though it is about a love song...I interpreted it differently.
I really liked the concept of setting fire to rain, something that seems impossible to do. That idea resonated with me. Achieving a dream you have that seems impossible....but can be done. That's the idea that inspired me to create this. Nothing can be impossible, unless you are willing it to be.
I really want to share this with Adele...for inspiring me...I hope some how I can contact her!
Model: Nichole Lozano
Photo Assistant: Rebecca Wasson
Special thanks: My dad, for helping me monitor the flames!
p.s. shooting in the desert is awesome...the clouds....the clouuuuudsss!!! <3
Beyond the yonder sky
O, the birds of the sky
O, forest-dwelling sage of the north
Give us wisdom, give us the knowledge of the breadth of the sky
We will chase the depth of the ocean with our shadows falling back
We have never sucked the honey-comb
We have never kissed the feet of withering rays of the twilight
Give us a chance to feel the chill of death before life
Together we will dance to the tune of angelic verses
Before praying on our last pyre.
A cool build! Thanks to Rossv Valdos for the Recon!
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🎶[Tight Rope (Leon Russell)] 🎶
I'm up on the tightwire
one side's ice and one is fire
its a circus game with you and me
I'm up on the tightrope
one side's hate and one is hope
but the tophat on my head is all you see
And the wire seems to be
the only place for me
a comedy of errors
and I'm falling
Like a rubber-neck giraffe
you look into my past
well maybe you're just to blind to - see
I'm up in the spotlight
ohh does it feel right
ohh the altitude
seems to get to me
I'm up on the tightwire
flanked by life and the funeral pyre
putting on a show
for you to see
Like a rubber-neck giraffe
you look into my past
well maybe you're just too blind to - see
I'm up in the spotlight
ohh does it feel right
ohh the altitude
really gets to get to me
I'm up on the tightwire
flanked by life and the funeral pyre
putting on a show for you to see
- Leon Russell
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I have been dying to take her outside for pictures, but it so cold and its been snow flurries for two days, Im much too impatient. and I just had to take some shots <3
Thank you for taking the time to look at, comment on, and fave my photographs.
"Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul. It is daily admission of one's weakness. It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart."
Mahatma Gandhi
Walk through one of Singapore’s must-see cultural sites, the Buddha Tooth Relic Temple & Museum, and marvel at an impressive array of Buddhist relics.
The Buddha Tooth Relic Temple & Museum located in the Chinatown district was recently built in 2007, but the temple’s richly designed interiors and comprehensive exhibits on Buddhist art and history tell stories of culture over hundreds of years old. The temple gets its name from what the Buddhists regard as the left canine tooth of Buddha, which has been recovered from his funeral pyre in Kushinagar, India and displayed in its grounds.
Let's make the world a better place, one child at a time!
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I want to share with you the most amazing Kathmandu experience of all.
Life and death.
Here they mingle in a seamless and perfectly natural way.
A busy temple full of merchants, colour, crying babies, right next to public funerals and open air cremations just out there in the street.
Death - the most natural of all things. Why hide it?
The perpetual circle of life - accepted and understood.
PS I hope no-one feels offended by this.. I am just trying to show a way of life that's different to ours.. It touched and inspired me deeply!
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The Phoenix was a mythical bird with splendid plumage, reputed to live in the Arabian desert. Fabled to be the only one of its kind, it lived for five or six centuries, after which it burned itself to death on a funeral pyre of twigs ignited by the sun and fanned by its own wings. It rose from the ashes with renewed youth to live through another cycle, and was believed by the gods to be the symbol of hope and rebirth.
Red, orange, yellow, white,
Green and blue and purple too,
A thousand supernova hues.
Flames will light, born from the pyre,
Or perhaps from the meeting of flint and stone.
One small spark becomes wildfire.
Destroying homes.
Charring bones.
Fire needs fuel to stay alive,
And when it’s gone,
You can't revive,
That unique orange, every glorious dawn.
Warm as a mother, deadly as a viper
A fire burns inside the hearth.
In the distance, a lonely ******,
Will extinguish you, and ignite the dark.
Doors - Light My Fire
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zAx4OvRmppY
You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now, we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire, yeah
The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now, we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire, yeah
You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire
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Bracket - 2
Category - Scavenger: Visit the location of a recent battle. Who was fighting? Who won (if there was a winner)? Do encounter survivors? Do you bury the fallen? Include a scavenger, broken equipment, perhaps a medic's tent or a funeral pyre?
My competitor - www.moc-pages.com/home.php/108015
My build for round 2 of The Tourney. It was inspired by Brother Steven’s Friðsælt Falls, and David Leest’s Darius The Thief builds.
After a recent battle for a bridge in Bodus Minor, some villagers come to care for the wounded and bury the dead.
See lots more pictures here: www.brickbuilt.org/?p=3007
I'm quite happy with how this turned out :)
Where some funeral pyres are active. Iconic part of an iconic city. Kindly look in lightbox or fullscreen. For the description of the place see my earlier posts of the place.
*Death — man’s last voyage. For many in India, to be cremated here on the banks of the holy River Ganga (Ganges) is the ultimate step toward eternal peace. The flames never cease. Here, time folds into itself — centuries of ritual, faith, and farewell playing out beside the sacred Ganges. Families bring the bodies of their loved ones to the ghats, knowing that for a brief, sacred moment all barriers dissolve — no caste, no social divisions, only the shared truth of mortality.
The air is thick with incense, woodsmoke, and quiet chants, as each pyre, fed by hand-cut logs ferried in by boat, carries not only a body but a soul toward moksha — liberation from the cycle of rebirth. If cremation on this sacred spot is not possible, they come from far and wide to have the ashes dispersed into the river’s holy waters.
Amid the solemnity, life moves on: priests chant, cows wander, and the river flows on, indifferent yet eternal. Once again in a scene like this, life and death walk side by side, each sustaining the other… This is Benares. This is India.*
I haven't uploaded in a while *coughyoutooExxcough* I haven't cause I have to celebrate my sister's 3rd birthday, my brother's 20th birthday, and I can't think of anything esle.
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Happy now Pyre?
Beata Maria
You know I am a righteous man
Of my virtue I am justly proud
Beata Maria
You know I'm so much purer than
The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd
Then tell me, Maria
Why I see her dancing there
Why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul
I feel her, I see her
The sun caught in her raven hair
Is blazing in me out of all control
Like fire, Hellfire
This fire in my skin
This burning Desire
Is turning me to sin
It's not my fault
I'm not to blame
It is the gypsy girl
The witch who sent this flame
It's not my fault
If in God's plan
He made the devil so much
Stronger than a man
Protect me, Maria
Don't let this siren cast her spell
Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone
Destroy Esmeralda
And let her taste the fires of hell
Or else let her be mine and mine alone
Hellfire, Dark fire
Now gypsy, it's your turn
Choose me or
Your pyre
Be mine or you will burn
God have mercy on her
God have mercy on me
But she will be mine
Or she will burn!
~Disney's The Hunchback of Notre Dame - Hellfire
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tDacUZ-bEhE
Note: This is the second part of a two-part series; the first being Disney's The Hunchback of Notre Dame: "Heaven's Light."
Link: www.flickr.com/photos/153660805@N05/49914394111/in/datepo...
The final image in a series where I 'zoomed' closer and closer to isolate sunset on the horizon
blogged here: djenglandphotography.blogspot.com/2023/02/photo-of-week-2...