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A river cuts through rock, not because of its power, but because of its persistence.
~ James N. Watkins
I posted an image of Mosquito Creek a few days ago and said that I would post some closer shots of the rocks and water, so here's one. I was right there in the water with my waders on and enjoying every minute.
The quickening of the senses, the whispered desires...
In the blackness of the night, our dark side takes flight.
I've always been a fan of the "film noir" genre. My humble attempt at depicting a "good-bad girl" heroine.
ISFLY ♥♥.
Her phone was buzzing while she quickened her steps, "I'm coming!" she exclaimed, more to herself knowing well who was the culprit behind the impatient messages.
It was one of those days when nothing goes according to plan. His shop was supposed to be closed half an hour ago but due to her delay he waited because she said she would join him on the trip home.
There it was, the perfect sign of his shop, "Hideout Blooms". The concept was quite different from other flower shops. He gave out tea, sometimes coffee. The aroma was so welcoming. Moreover, he encouraged his patrons to write or draw something with the flowers they wanted to buy. That wasn't enough though, he also crafted pretty gift boxes or fancy storage containers as she liked to call them.
"You are too slow." he said, when she finally entered the shop, looking really apologetic.
"I'm sorry!" she exclaimed and went to hug attack him on the chairs he used as a temporary bed. He sighed, watching her drag a chair next to him, invading his personal space as always.
"I made that for you." he said, pointing on the wreath made of blue tulips on his work table. She over-excitedly wore it over her head, smiling sheepishly.
"You want to go home now?" she asked, smiling warmly down towards him.
"Not yet, let's rest awhile." he said, making himself comfortable and using her lap as a pillow.
She held his hand, resting with him, inhaling the sweetness all around her. Flowers, left over tea, polished wood, old paper...colorful scents.
P.S. Inspired by 8f8 - BloomLife Collection
A duo tone take on The Old Man of Storr, I thought that the light in the clouds around the pinnacles looked quite cinematic......hence the title.
Winters always seem to move slowly while everything outside is in its sleepy hibernation. And then Spring arrives and it's as if someone pressed the fast-forward button. Already the crocuses, snowdrops, white forsythia and early magnolia & irises have come and gone, while new leaves and buds are popping open everywhere. Now to just keep up with it.... :)
Sunset on the tidewater as textures, light, and colors change while the tide silently pores in at the urging of the sun and moon.
James City County, Virginia
Amsterdam
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After a confusing morning in Puerto Natales walking 3 blocks this way and 3 blocks that way trying to nail down the need (or not) for camping and access permits in the Torres del Paine, we hastily purchased several days worth of backpacking dry goods, and headed north. As we passed Lago Sarmiento on our way to the Laguna Amarga entrance, this was the first real jaw-dropper of a look at the Cordillera Paine. The weather was fine, and months of anticipation were building to a crescendo as we contemplated hiking the Circuito around the Cordillera - 75 miles in 7 days.
In the foreground, the Lago Sarmiento is truly a shocking shade of blue. It is also quite basic (high pH), and one of the few places in the world with actively growing thrombolites, which form the gray shoreline in the photo. Hundreds of millions of years ago, ancient thrombolites produced the oxygen in the atmosphere we breathe now.
From my set entitled “Steve and Marg’s Farm”
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My brother, Stephen Pallett, has farmed near the south shore of Lake Simcoe for close to fifty years: poultry, pigs, beef and an assortment of field crops. Over the years he has served as an area councillor and was on the board of the conservation authority. Currently, he is vice president of the Red Barn Theatre in Jackson's Point, and also serves as chair for the committee of adjustment for the Town of Georgina. Another of his activities has been the annual bird count.
Reproduced from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harrow_(tool)
In agriculture, a set of harrows is an implement for cultivating the surface of the soil. In this way it is distinct in its effect from the plough, which is used for deeper cultivation. They are commonly called harrows (plural) as they are used as a set. There are nominally three types of harrows; disc (disk), tine and chain.
Harrows were originally horse-drawn. In modern practice they are almost always tractor-mounted implements, drawn after the tractor, either trailed or mounted on the three-point linkage.
Harrowing is often carried out on fields to follow the rough finish left by ploughing operations. The purpose of this harrowing is generally to break up clods and lumps of soil and to provide a finer finish, a good tilth or soil structure that is suitable for seeding and planting operations. Such coarser harrowing may also be used to remove weeds and to cover seed after sowing.
In cooler climates the most common types are the disc harrow, the chain harrow, the tine harrow or spike harrow and the spring tine harrow. Chain harrows are often used for lighter work such as levelling the tilth or covering seed, while disc harrows are typically used for heavy work, such as following ploughing to break up the sod. In addition, there are various types of power harrow, in which the cultivators are power-driven from the tractor rather than depending on its forward motion.
Tine harrows are used to refine seed-bed condition before planting, to remove small weeds in growing crops and to loosen the inter-row soils to allow for water to soak into the subsoil.
Chain harrowing may be used on pasture land to spread out dung, and to break up dead material (thatch) in the sward, and similarly in sports-ground maintenance a light chain harrowing is often used to level off the ground after heavy use, to remove and smooth out boot marks and indentations. When used on tilled land in combination with the other two types, chain harrowing rolls the remaining larger clumps of soil to the surface where the weather will break them down and prevent interference with seed germination.
All three harrow types can be used in one pass to prepare the soil for seeding. It is also common to used any combination of two harrows for a variety of tilling processes. Where harrowing provides a very fine tilth, or the soil is very light so that it might easily be wind-blown, a roller is often added as the last of the set.
Harrows may be of several types and weights, depending on the intended purpose. They almost always consist of a rigid frame to which are attached discs, teeth, linked chains or other means of cultivation, but tine and chain harrows are often only supported by a rigid towing-bar at the front of the set.
In the southern hemisphere the so-called giant discs are a specialised kind of disc harrows that can stand in for a plough in very rough country where a mouldboard plough will not handle the tree-stumps and rocks, and a disc-plough is too slow (because of its limited number of discs). Giant discs are scalloped-edged discs operated in a set, or frame, that is often weighted with concrete or steel blocks to improve penetration of the cutting edges. This sort of cultivation is normally immediately followed by broadcast fertilisation and seeding, rather than drilled or row seeding.
A drag is a heavy harrow.
In Europe, harrows were first used in the early Middle Ages.
The following text is taken from the Household Cyclopedia of 1881:
"When employed to reduce a strong obdurate soil, not more than two harrows should be yoked together, because they are apt to ride and tumble upon each other, and thus impede the work, and execute it imperfectly. On rough soils, harrows ought to be driven as fast as the horses can walk; because their effect is in the direct proportion to the degree of velocity with which they are driven. In ordinary cases, and in every case where harrowing is meant for covering the seed, three harrows are the best yoke, because they fill up the ground more effectually and leave fewer vacancies, than when a smaller number is employed. The harrowman's attention, at the seed process, should be constantly directed to prevent these implements from riding upon each other, and to keep them clear of every impediment from stones, lumps of earth, or clods, and quickens or grass roots; for any of these prevents the implement from working with perfection, and causes a mark or trail upon the surface, always unpleasing to the eye, and generally detrimental to the vegetation of the seed. Harrowing is usually given in different directions, first in length, then across, and finally in length as at first. Careful husbandmen study, in the finishing part of the process, to have the harrows drawn in a straight line, without suffering the horses to go in a zigzag manner, and are also attentive that the horses enter fairly upon the ridge, without making a curve at the outset. In some instances, an excess of harrowing has been found very prejudicial to the succeeding crop; but it is always necessary to give so much as to break the furrow, and level the surface, otherwise the operation is imperfectly performed."
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Topaz: detail (HDR)
PhotoShop Elements 5: straighten, light balance, multiply, posterization, ink outlines
quickens our own and makes it so much the larger and better in any way. ~ John Muir
August 28, 2009 (DSC_0309)
There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique, and if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium; and be lost. The world will not have it.
It is not your business to determine how good it is, not how it compares with other expression. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is a divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others. - Martha Graham (1894-1991)
1/500 sec., f/4, ISO 250, focal length 17 mm
Brown tinged by salt spray, hardy plants take root and 'express their life force' in bedrock outcroppings near the sea shore.
Our eyes met, my breath quickened and in that very instant I knew that she knew that I knew. If I could have, I would have reached out and slid my hand into hers and squeezed. Then we would have talked about life and love and hair product.
Geese and railroads are not usually in the same images for me. So my pulse quickened and I got out in the rain with my nifty 50 lens, squatted down and squeezed off a couple, hand held, nearly wide open real quick. I'm having a blast creating creamy bokeh and wonder why I didn't do more of that sooner. For me, it came together after calibrating the lens to the body, using back button focus in continuous mode, and trying a little harder to nail focus.... oh, and do not re-compose after acquiring critical focus on a subject that is fairly close. Thank you for your kind visits and comments my friends, and wishing you a restful Sunday!
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Model: Mia Allen
MUA & Hair: Christine Shields
Assistant: Katherine Westlake
Photography, character, concept, book, dress modifications: Kindra Nikole Photography
[Finally a new installation in my dreamscapes series! It's been far, *far* too long. I shot this back in November but only just now completed editing it. Had such a fun time handpainting this vintage dress and painting and embellishing the book prop for this.
It's been a tumultuous journey these past four or so months, but I'm finally coming out the other end feeling fulfilled, invigorated, and excited for the future. Can't wait to create more dreamscapes over the coming months.
This particular segment of dreamscapes is indicative of new directions and ideas. The ethereal being looks onward and upward to fresh possibilities. The book she holds with a proud grace may just unlock new secrets in this hidden world.]
Homily062021_QuiettheStormu
“Let Us Cross to the Other Side”
One phrase in our Gospel reading quickened my heart, because I instantly related to its meaning. It speaks to the big and small decisions we make everyday in our lives. “Let Us Cross to the Other Side” is a statement that we should all relate with. With each event that occurs in our lives we make decisions (big or small)…and a new journey begins. Yes, our lives, are but a series of decisions and events with many endings but ultimately concludes with our death.
In this rich and deep Gospel story, Jesus is inviting each of his disciples to travel with him “to the other side.” Each of them freely makes the decision to enter the boat. From the disciples view, they soon discover that they are on rough water. It should be easy for us to relate to their predicament. However, Jesus we are told is asleep on a cushion. In their panic, they wake Jesus up, and state “don’t you care that we are perishing?” With the words from his mouth, Jesus simply says “quiet, peace be still.” All the storms are calmed now…the one they see and the one they feel on the inside. One can imagine Jesus calming saying “what are you afraid of…where is your faith?”
How often have we felt this way in the middle of a journey? The storms within our own hearts! How often do we feel the squalls, the uncontrollable emotions that snatches away our peace and clouds our judgement. I have and so have you.
Recently, I was traveling to see one of our parishioners. I was stopped at a red light, when the light turned green, I proceeded forward…suddenly I was in the middle of a sudden storm…my car spun around…and my peace was gone. After my daze, I quickly realized how blessed I was…in the spinning of my car…the deadly force of the other car had been swallowed up. A few feet more…and I would have been crushed. I made it to the other side of this event…and I am steal learning things about myself. What did the disciples learn about themselves, as they completed their journey to the other side of the lake? I suspect they had a deeper understanding and a “healthier fear” of the one called Jesus; their constant traveling companion.
Like the disciples on the boat, some storms we experience collectively-that would be together. Our Psalm reading, in the context of our shared experience of the pandemic, seems very timely. Is life not like sailing on deep waters where we experience wonder, mystery and fear. Sometimes larger then life events carry us to heaven (rain during a drought or the miracle of a as a vaccine that is available to us all) and sometimes we get carried to the depths-pandemics, droughts, earthquakes and war. What should our collective response be? I quote our Psalm reading…
They cried to the LORD in their distress;
from their straits he rescued them,
He hushed the storm to a gentle breeze,
and the billows of the sea were stilled.
They rejoiced that they were calmed,
and he brought them to their desired haven.
Let them give thanks to the LORD for his kindness
and his wondrous deeds to the children of men.
It appears that we are starting to see the other side of this event we call Covid. It has been a very long journey. As we arrive on this new chore together…we are wondering what the new normal is going to look like. We know that this journey has changed us…it has changed our Church community.
Every week we come to church where we are reminded that we do not journey alone. We receive an outward reminder of an inward reality that our God would never abandon us. I am reminded what Jesus said in John 14:27:
“Peace- I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give it to you. Do not let your hearts be troubled or afraid.”
Jesus always resides with us and in us. In a moment we will physically receive Jesus in the bread…we will consume this bread of life. The sign has been given, Jesus is literally with us. The question now is where will we take Him?
-rc
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“I’m not crying. It’s just raining. On my face.” Flight Of the Conchords
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Turns out we are visiting North Carolina to experience record rainfall levels. The all-time record in Asheville in the month of May (the ENTIRE month) used to be 9.1 inches. As of today, which is Wednesday 5/30/18, Asheville has been drenched with 17.97 inches of rain. And it’s still going!
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This rain is causing a lot of flooding around the area. Some people in other areas nearby are having to evacuate their homes. Several roads around here are flooded, rendering them impassable.
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We are pretty lucky though. If we’re going to be stuck in the rain, this is a pretty magical place to experience it. Right now, there is a cool breeze as the adults sip coffee on the covered porch and the kids snuggle up with us for a few moments between playing. The air smells sweet. We are safe. We are cozy. The flowers are blooming.
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What are your favorite rainy-day activities?
Hi one from some local woods at lunchtime today...this is pretty much how I saw it as I ran after the dog as she chased a muntjac (no animals were harmed in the making of this pic.).
An ICM/ME double exp in camera . 0.3sec
| The pure water. Drops scattering. Seeds of light falling in the grass, on the earth. She made light, also. She must have caught it from the angel. Her fingertips left stains of golden brightness that she struggled always to leave in threes or multiples of three. She had to speak. She couldn't keep it in. As though her mouth were full of water. But to whom? |
Adam Foulds
The Quickening Maze.
The Old Stone Church, long a downtown Cleveland landmark, has a congregation dating back to 1820. Officially known as The First Presbyterian Society, it was founded at a time when Cleveland was just a village of a few hundred people. As Cleveland has grown in size and importance, The Old Stone Church has kept pace, becoming a symbol of spiritual leadership, community involvement and stability in the heart of the city.
Mountain-ash" and "Quicken Tree" redirect here. For the Australian mountain ash, see Eucalyptus regnans. For the racehorse, see Quicken Tree (horse). For other uses, see Rowan (disambiguation).
there is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action
and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique.
and if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost.
the world will not have it.
it is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable it is,
nor how it compares with other expressions.
it is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open.
you do not even have to believe in yourself or your work.
you have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you.
keep the channel open.
there is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive ...
Martha graham, modern dance choreographer
textures provided by skeletal mess:
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www.flickr.com/photos/skeletalmess/3103305536 and,
paul grand : www.flickr.com/photos/63263430@N00/2220227037
thanks to you both.
"Spirit of Progress and Civilization" Pediment
sculptor: Adolph A. Weinman, tympanums & bas relief panels
carver: John Donnelly
architectural firm: Delano & Aldrich
The pediment is divided into three sculptural groups.
A woman, representing the Spirit of Progress and Civilization, stands in the center, holding a torch and winged sphere. To her right is the "Bearer of the Written and Printed Word," represented by a youth with scroll and book. Mercury, Messenger of the Gods, is to her left. He is depicted fastening his sandal, symbolic of his post as the Quickener of Commerce.
The second group, "Transmission of the Post by Land" consists of two impatient steeds, held in check by a powerful male figure. Opposite is a balanced group of seahorses, guided by a triton with dolphins, symbolic of the "Transmission of Mail by Sea."
The final, right group is a winged genie and a man guiding and controlling the wires of "Electrical Communication". The final, left group is two eagles and a reclining winged figure, symbolizing the "Transmission of Mail by Air."
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The William Jefferson Clinton Federal Building
Headquarters of the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency (EPA)
formally known as: the New Post Office Department Building, the Ariel Rios Building, United States General Services Administration
architect: William Adams Delano, Chester Holmes Aldrich
architectural style: neoclassical, Classical Revival, American Neoclassicism
modeled after the Place Vendôme in Paris
Federal Triangle
12th Street & Pennsylvania Avenue, NW
Washington, District of Columbia
I feel a quickening of my heart beating whenever I enter into the territories of former human habitation. Is it in my lungs or my heart, between my sighs or my sides? There's so much of this backwoods world that's been washed in by fallen leaves and faltering foundations. I shuffle through like a card shark who's convinced that his bets will come clean.
All will crumble in the end. The bits and pieces turn inward like our minds in final moments. There will be no last words for these uninhabited habitations. They will spin and fall in seasons like drunken dancers in pirouette, until the present misplaces the past.