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Un couple de martins-pêcheurs élève normalement 2 nichées par an, voire 3 ou 4, si les conditions sont favorables ou si une nichée a été détruite.
La première ponte a lieu dès la mi-mars en Europe occidentale, un mois plus tard en Europe orientale. De 4 à 8 œufs sont pondus à un jour d'intervalle, à même le sol de la chambre de ponte. D'un beau blanc brillant et de forme presque sphérique, ils ont un diamètre moyen à peine supérieur à 2 cm et ne pèsent guère plus de 4 grammes.
Le couple se partage, à parts à peu près égales, le temps de couvaison et se relaie par factions de 2 à 5 heures. L'incubation dure trois semaines et ne commence qu'une fois le dernier œuf pondu ; les éclosions ont donc toutes lieu au même moment.
Nus à l'éclosion et incapables de maintenir leur température interne, les petits sont réchauffés par les adultes pendant une semaine, jusqu'à ce qu'ils se couvrent de courtes plumes. Les parents peuvent alors se consacrer tous deux à leur ravitaillement.
Les poissons apportés aux jeunes sont légèrement plus longs que ceux que les adultes capturent pour eux-mêmes : entre 4 et 7 cm, avec un maximum de 10 cm. Pendant la becquée, les petits, disposés en étoile à l'intérieur de la chambre, sont nourris chacun à son tour durant les deux à trois premières semaines. C'est l'époque où le sol du nid se couvre de leurs pelotes de réjection, et où les parents se baignent souvent. Un peu plus tard, les jeunes se tournent tous vers le boyau d'entrée, serrés les uns contre les autres, ou s'avancent dans le couloir à la rencontre des adultes.
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A pair of kingfishers normally rear 2 broods a year, or 3 or 4, if conditions are favorable or if a brood has been destroyed.
The first spawning takes place in mid-March in Western Europe, a month later in Eastern Europe. From 4 to 8 eggs are laid one day apart on the floor of the laying chamber. They are bright white in color and almost spherical in shape. They have an average diameter of just over 2 cm and weigh little more than 4 grams.
The couple share, roughly equally, the brooding time and relays in factions from 2 to 5 hours. The incubation lasts three weeks and begins only once the last egg laid; hatching therefore takes place at the same time.
Naked at hatching and unable to maintain their internal temperature, the young are warmed by adults for a week, until they cover themselves with short feathers. Parents can then devote themselves to their food.
The fish brought to the young are slightly longer than those that the adults catch for themselves: between 4 and 7 cm, with a maximum of 10 cm. During the beak, the little ones, arranged in a star inside the chamber, are each fed during the first two to three weeks. It is the time when the ground of the nest is covered with their balls of rejection, and where the parents bathe often. A little later, the youths all turn to the inlet hose, huddled together, or walk down the hallway to meet the adults.
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Submitted: 20/02/2017
Rejected: 11/03/2017
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Les pelotes de réjection ou boulettes de régurgitation sont des boules rejetées par les oiseaux, elles contiennent les éléments non digérés des proies qu'ils ont avalées en entier.
Je ne savais pas que le Tichodrome échelette régurgitait des boulettes, c'est une découverte pour moi, on voit nettement sur la photo la boulette éjectée mais ce qui est intéressant c'est l'intérieur du bec et la langue d'un rouge soutenu !
A pellet, in ornithology, is the mass of undigested parts of a bird's food that some bird species occasionally regurgitate, the pellets contain the undigested elements of the prey they have swallowed whole.
I did not know that the Wallcreeper regurgitated meatballs, it is a discovery for me, we see clearly in the photo the ejected meatball but what is interesting is the inside of the beak and the tongue of a sustained red !
Cahors - Lot - Occitanie - France
Un couple de martins-pêcheurs élève normalement 2 nichées par an, voire 3 ou 4, si les conditions sont favorables ou si une nichée a été détruite.
La première ponte a lieu dès la mi-mars en Europe occidentale, un mois plus tard en Europe orientale. De 4 à 8 œufs sont pondus à un jour d'intervalle, à même le sol de la chambre de ponte. D'un beau blanc brillant et de forme presque sphérique, ils ont un diamètre moyen à peine supérieur à 2 cm et ne pèsent guère plus de 4 grammes.
Le couple se partage, à parts à peu près égales, le temps de couvaison et se relaie par factions de 2 à 5 heures. L'incubation dure trois semaines et ne commence qu'une fois le dernier œuf pondu ; les éclosions ont donc toutes lieu au même moment.
Nus à l'éclosion et incapables de maintenir leur température interne, les petits sont réchauffés par les adultes pendant une semaine, jusqu'à ce qu'ils se couvrent de courtes plumes. Les parents peuvent alors se consacrer tous deux à leur ravitaillement.
Les poissons apportés aux jeunes sont légèrement plus longs que ceux que les adultes capturent pour eux-mêmes : entre 4 et 7 cm, avec un maximum de 10 cm. Pendant la becquée, les petits, disposés en étoile à l'intérieur de la chambre, sont nourris chacun à son tour durant les deux à trois premières semaines. C'est l'époque où le sol du nid se couvre de leurs pelotes de réjection, et où les parents se baignent souvent. Un peu plus tard, les jeunes se tournent tous vers le boyau d'entrée, serrés les uns contre les autres, ou s'avancent dans le couloir à la rencontre des adultes.
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A pair of kingfishers normally rear 2 broods a year, or 3 or 4, if conditions are favorable or if a brood has been destroyed.
The first spawning takes place in mid-March in Western Europe, a month later in Eastern Europe. From 4 to 8 eggs are laid one day apart on the floor of the laying chamber. They are bright white in color and almost spherical in shape. They have an average diameter of just over 2 cm and weigh little more than 4 grams.
The couple share, roughly equally, the brooding time and relays in factions from 2 to 5 hours. The incubation lasts three weeks and begins only once the last egg laid; hatching therefore takes place at the same time.
Naked at hatching and unable to maintain their internal temperature, the young are warmed by adults for a week, until they cover themselves with short feathers. Parents can then devote themselves to their food.
The fish brought to the young are slightly longer than those that the adults catch for themselves: between 4 and 7 cm, with a maximum of 10 cm. During the beak, the little ones, arranged in a star inside the chamber, are each fed during the first two to three weeks. It is the time when the ground of the nest is covered with their balls of rejection, and where the parents bathe often. A little later, the youths all turn to the inlet hose, huddled together, or walk down the hallway to meet the adults.
Alcedo atthis
Après la pelote de réjection de la pie grièche postée hier, voici celle du martin pêcheur. La jeune martine s'est posée en face de mon affût au fond du jardin au bord de l'Ehn.
After the ball of waste of the shrike posted yesterday, here is that of the kingfisher. The young Miss kingfisher sat in front of my hide at the bottom of the garden by the Ehn.
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This shot was taken few months back and i uploaded one copy of it before but this time i process the same 6 RAW shots with different white balance and different processing .
After rejection from Istock i reprocess this shot and submit it and happy to see that was accepted
More barns with windows Keith. You made that comment in the wrong week. And another rejection from the "Red Rule" group.
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Submitted: 11/06/2016
Rejected: 18/06/2016
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Resubmitted: 21/11/2018
Accepted: 06/12/2018
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1/4 : pelote de réjection
La jeune martine vient de se poser à 3m de moi et soudain elle commence à se trémousser et ouvre grand son bec
1/4: disgorged pellet
The young miss kingfisher has just landed at 3m from me and suddenly she begins to shake and opens wide her beak
The mind can be our biggest prison. Oh how I love to prove them wrong. It is the only endless space where anyone can be truly free. No judgment, no contradiction and most of all, no one telling you constantly you are wrong.
One day, bravery manages to engulf your 'freedom' and somehow it feels a little safer to allow certain chosen ones to peek within. This union feels surreal because they also allow you to take a view hoping you like what you see.
Unknowingly, you both get tossed with multiple coins with two sides. Good and bad. Reality and fantasy. Right and wrong. Fear and hope.
As if that wasn't enough, the coins brings you to open mazes that lead to a series of memories, tragedy, creativity, passion and dreams.
The hardest part is to swim across the oceans of loss, broken relationships, failed friendships and rejection.
It was not a pleasant journey, sometimes both won't end up at the finish line. Only one would remain and the other would have given up or perhaps both just didn't feel the need to continue. Other paths seemed easier to pursue...
If you reach the end, still hand and hand, with that same aim and drive to conquer the freedom of your minds. Able to accept each others differences, not necessarily loving some traits but willing to tolerate them enough because you can't imagine your life without them. Most of all when you feel that you are free not just within your mind but also out of it.
Those are the people you don't let go...
P.S. Today was a memorable day. :3
Also special big Thank You to Natty for offering your beautiful garden. She took a beautiful photo of this garden with more view here.
The cult of tradition, the rejection of modernity, disagreement is a betrayal, pacifism is fraternization with the enemy, newspeak, “judgment of the people on TV”, contempt for intellectuals: back in 1995, the Italian writer Umberto Eco compiled a list of 14 signs of “eternal fascism” (ur - fascism).
Культ традиції, неприйняття модерну, незгода — це зрада, пацифізм — це братання з ворогом, новояз, «судження народу в телевізорі», зневага до інтелектуалів: італійський письменник Умберто Еко ще 1995 року склав список із 14 ознак «вічного фашизму» (ур -Фашизму).
Культ традиции, неприятие модерна, несогласие — это предательство, пацифизм — это братание с врагом, новояз, «суждение народа в телевизоре», презрение к интеллектуалам: итальянский писатель Умберто Эко ещё в 1995 году составил список из 14 признаков «вечного фашизма» (ур-фашизма).
In a tree in our yard.
Cowbirds are insectivores.
The birds in this genus are infamous for laying their eggs in other birds' nests. The female cowbird notes when a potential host bird lays its eggs, and when the nest is left momentarily unattended, the cowbird lays its own egg in it. The female cowbird may continue to observe this nest after laying eggs. Some bird species have evolved the ability to detect such parasitic eggs, and may reject them by pushing them out of their nests, but the female cowbird has been observed to attack and destroy the remaining eggs of such birds as a consequence, dissuading further removals. Widespread predatory behaviors in cowbirds could slow the evolution of rejection behaviors and further threaten populations of some of the greater than 100 species of regular cowbird hosts, favoring host acceptance of parasitic eggs in a mafia-like contest between cowbirds and other species.
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Have a good day.
... whose mind is inwardly cool and free from attachment and hatred and who looks upon this world like a mere spectator.
One who has understood well how to abandon all ideas of acceptance and rejection and who has realized the conscioussness which is within the innermost heart; their life is illustrious.
Yoga Vashishta
Spanish Mission Church and Puebloan ruins in Pecos National Historical Park, Pecos, New Mexico
The first Pecos pueblo village was built around AD 1100 in the prehistoric Pueblo II Era. Within 350 years the Pueblo IV Era, Pecos village had grown to house more than 2,000 people in its five-storied complex.
Spanish expedition to establish a new colony began in 1540 looking for Seven Cities of Gold.
The Spanish mission church was built in 1619. A traditional kiva was built in front of the church during the Pueblo Revolt in 1680 as a rejection of the Christian religion brought by Spanish colonists.
The current church was built in 1717 on top of the foundation of old church, which was much larger.
The site was abandoned in 1838, after the Pecos population suffered from marauding Comanches. The surviving remnant of the Pecos population moved to the Jemez Pueblo.
The area was concentrated with many historical elements and it was hard to learn all chronologically.
Currently, the park is operated by the National Park Service.
On seeing the descent down I immediately uttered the immortal words “ f**k that for a game of soldiers “ Jonathan my very cultured husband hadn’t heard that particular phrase but caught my drift.
(From the urban dictionary = f**k this/that for a game of soldiers
dated rude slang. An exclamation of utter disdain for and rejection of something. Originally used in the military. Primarily heard in UK )
If I lived along the coast right now I’m sure I would be tempted to go and take photos of the waves just seen splashed ( forgive the pun ) repeatedly over and over again on TV whilst warning everyone else NOT to do so. 25 minutes the BBC have done nothing else but show the waves around the West Coast. I would only say my dear Flickr friends I hope that if you are tempted to do so, that you use a very long lens from a place of complete safety….I am from inner city Nottingham which bred many cultured individuals but I am not one of them…my hearts in the right place I hope though 😊 ❤️
In case you ask, I'm sorry but I do not participate in commenting groups, but I'm always grateful for your visit and I try to visit as many of your photo streams as I can when you have taken the time to visit mine and really appreciate
your time - which in my own case is almost always of the essence..Sue ;)
I must leave you now for a brief sojourn to recharge my batteries … Wish you all well x
“A loner by nature and an introvert... I am a twinkling star, burning bright amidst a cloudless night. As such, I tend to fade in and out of people's lives. This aspect of me is often misunderstood as rejection or a lack of love and caring. In reality, the only way I can survive as an introvert, is to drop from the sky, from time-to-time, recharging within the energizing landscape of my inner-universe. To love me, is to let me me have the space I need to illuminate the sky. I can't be taken hostage or held captive. Inner-light is what gives my star its twinkle.”
― Jaeda DeWalt
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TRUE COLOURS – CYNDI LAUPER
A BEAUTIFUL MOMENT
Some may hurry; some may scurry
but others take their time
to stand still; take stock
and really be present in the moment
the white collar workers hurry on by
too busy to look up
their heads bent down avoiding eye contact
their finery blurred; without much definition
the observer looks behind him
to make sure he missed nothing
he is smart in his Sunday best togs
he is satisfied with the path he took
and looking back has no regrets
his journey will take him forwards
into a brighter tomorrow
leaving the past exactly where he left it
where it should be; behind him
the future is unknown for him and for all of us
but his spirits are buoyed up
and reflected in his true colours
bright and vibrant for all to see
nothing can dim the light for him
perhaps temporarily; a passing shadow
briefly blocks the light, but then it is gone
Don't wait for the light
be the light, this wise bird tells to me
don't wait in the dark; search for the light
but never give up without a fight
for you are the light
and you have the strength to fight for what is right
it is not always the easiest path that brings us joy
how can we learn if we remain unchallenged
this bird is innocent and has no knowledge of his fate
he is bred to end his brief life by the hand of man
from the moment he is freed from his man-made gate
but each year some escape this fate
and I look at his beautiful countenance
and wonder how anyone could take that from him
still there will be some who try
and he must keep a watchful eye
yet on this perfect day and in this perfect moment he and I
stand comfortably together
with no thought or knowledge of when we will die
just two souls intertwined within this single precious moment
and we are both content
as we both consent
to allow ourselves to be happy
and let the future take care of itself
yet briefly I find myself wishing
that this moment could last forever
for in this moment I have seen eternity
and what I see is beautiful
my eyes are filled with light, not outwardly
but emanating from behind these eyes that see so much
and I wait in hope that one day all will see
a single moment, such as this, for all eternity.
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Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission'
The government house, one of the few buildings on former Lenin square (now Independence square, Nezavisimosti Square) that survived the WW II. It was built in the period 1930-1934. The architect of the building was the Soviet Belarusian Iosif Langbard.
Matvey Manizer was the sculptor of the statue of Lenin (1934), where Lenin is depicted as a speaker on the podium giving a speech to the Red Army. The statue was demolished by the Nazis in WW II but reconstructed after the war.
Submitted: 18/05/2018
Rejected: 18/05/2018
Rejection Reasons
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This file includes, as the main focus, content that may be subject to copyright protection. We regret that it cannot be licensed Unreleased in our Unreleased collection.
Un couple de martins-pêcheurs élève normalement 2 nichées par an, voire 3 ou 4, si les conditions sont favorables ou si une nichée a été détruite.
La première ponte a lieu dès la mi-mars en Europe occidentale, un mois plus tard en Europe orientale. De 4 à 8 œufs sont pondus à un jour d'intervalle, à même le sol de la chambre de ponte. D'un beau blanc brillant et de forme presque sphérique, ils ont un diamètre moyen à peine supérieur à 2 cm et ne pèsent guère plus de 4 grammes.
Le couple se partage, à parts à peu près égales, le temps de couvaison et se relaie par factions de 2 à 5 heures. L'incubation dure trois semaines et ne commence qu'une fois le dernier œuf pondu ; les éclosions ont donc toutes lieu au même moment.
Nus à l'éclosion et incapables de maintenir leur température interne, les petits sont réchauffés par les adultes pendant une semaine, jusqu'à ce qu'ils se couvrent de courtes plumes. Les parents peuvent alors se consacrer tous deux à leur ravitaillement.
Les poissons apportés aux jeunes sont légèrement plus longs que ceux que les adultes capturent pour eux-mêmes : entre 4 et 7 cm, avec un maximum de 10 cm. Pendant la becquée, les petits, disposés en étoile à l'intérieur de la chambre, sont nourris chacun à son tour durant les deux à trois premières semaines. C'est l'époque où le sol du nid se couvre de leurs pelotes de réjection, et où les parents se baignent souvent. Un peu plus tard, les jeunes se tournent tous vers le boyau d'entrée, serrés les uns contre les autres, ou s'avancent dans le couloir à la rencontre des adultes.
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A pair of kingfishers normally rear 2 broods a year, or 3 or 4, if conditions are favorable or if a brood has been destroyed.
The first spawning takes place in mid-March in Western Europe, a month later in Eastern Europe. From 4 to 8 eggs are laid one day apart on the floor of the laying chamber. They are bright white in color and almost spherical in shape. They have an average diameter of just over 2 cm and weigh little more than 4 grams.
The couple share, roughly equally, the brooding time and relays in factions from 2 to 5 hours. The incubation lasts three weeks and begins only once the last egg laid; hatching therefore takes place at the same time.
Naked at hatching and unable to maintain their internal temperature, the young are warmed by adults for a week, until they cover themselves with short feathers. Parents can then devote themselves to their food.
The fish brought to the young are slightly longer than those that the adults catch for themselves: between 4 and 7 cm, with a maximum of 10 cm. During the beak, the little ones, arranged in a star inside the chamber, are each fed during the first two to three weeks. It is the time when the ground of the nest is covered with their balls of rejection, and where the parents bathe often. A little later, the youths all turn to the inlet hose, huddled together, or walk down the hallway to meet the adults.
He came in fast, all enthusiasm and no plan, aiming for the branch as if confidence could substitute for coordination.
She was already there, giving him the look females reserve for males who mistake momentum for charm.
For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.
He landed; she recoiled.
Her eyes widened, wings flared—half surprise, half indignation. In the next heartbeat, she was gone, leaving him alone with his landing and his lesson.
It wasn’t a quarrel—just a reminder that even among woodpeckers, personal space isn’t a shared concept. He landed; she left. Newton’s Third Law, in feathers. For every action, there is an equal and opposite rejection.
Have you ever felt like no matter how many people you've been there for in your lifetime when they needed someone, that no one seems to be there for you when you really need a friend? Are you the first person who volunteers to help, and feel like you're the last person who gets any help back? When you're in your hour of need, do you notice people tending to look the other way instead of putting their hand on your shoulder and telling you it'll be ok?
It's really hard when you've hit rock bottom and realize who your friends really are, in some cases you may not have any at all. Not real ones. It's these moments that show who someone really is, any one can pretend to be your friend when you're on the top of the world, when there's something they can gain from being close to you. The others make you feel even more alone, tossed out, rejected as they carry on without you.
If you're reading this, and you ever need a friend, or a shoulder to cry on, I'll be there for you.
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Auschwitz is outside of us, but it is all around us, in the air. The plague has died away, but the infection still lingers and it would be foolish to deny it. Rejection of human solidarity, obtuse and cynical indifference to the suffering of others, abdication of the intellect and of moral sense to the principle of authority, and above all, at the root of everything, a sweeping tide of cowardice, a colossal cowardice which masks itself as warring virtue, love of country and faith in an idea.
Primo Levi, The Black Hole of Auschwitz
Fear
I Feared …
I feared being alone
Until I learned to like Myself.
I feared failure
Until I realized that I only Fail when I don't try.
I feared success
Until I realized that I had to try in order to be happy with myself.
I feared people's opinions
Until I learned that people would have opinions about me anyway.
I feared rejection
Until I learned to have faith in myself.
I feared pain
Until I learned that it's necessary for growth
I feared the truth
Until I saw the ugliness in lies.
I feared life
Until I experienced its beauty .
I feared death
Until I realized that it's not an end, but a beginning.
I feared my destiny,
Until I realized that I had the power to change my life.
I feared hate
Until I saw that it was nothing more than ignorance.
I feared love
Until it touched my heart, making the darkness fade into endless sunny days.
Until I learned how to laugh at myself.
I feared growing old
Until I realized that I gained wisdom every day.
I feared the future
Until I realized that Life just kept getting better.
I feared the past
Until I realized that It could no longer hurt me.
I feared the dark
Until I saw the beauty of the starlight.
I feared the light
Until I learned that the Truth would give me Strength.
I feared change,
Until I saw that even the most beautiful butterfly had to undergo a Metamorphosis before it could fly.
- Unknown
Forget Me Not
The blue color of the Forget me not
Reflects the blue felt in a heart
When the person you love the most
has forgotten you're their other part.
Forget me not I beg
It is for you I care the most
It is my arms I thought forever
Would be your loyal host.
I love you like the summer sun
Adores the summer sky
It only leaves when the moon is up
Or clouds close up and cry.
Forget me not, I love you
How could you forget me dear?
Your love is my protection
And your rejection, my fear.
You and I have made it
We cried and hit and fought
But through it all I've fallen
So please love, forget me not.
Annie Heller
The Lion's Mound (French: Butte du Lion, lit. "Lion's Hillock/Knoll"; Dutch: Leeuw van Waterloo, lit. "Lion of Waterloo") is a large conical artificial hill located in the municipality of Braine-l'Alleud, Belgium. King William I of the Netherlands ordered its construction in 1820, and it was completed in 1826. It commemorates the location on the battlefield of Waterloo where a musket ball hit the shoulder of William II of the Netherlands (the Prince of Orange) and knocked him from his horse during the battle. It is also a memorial of the Battle of Quatre Bras, which had been fought two days earlier, on 16 June 1815.
Next to that is the Panorama of the Battle of Waterloo (French: Panorama de la Bataille de Waterloo) is a rotunda in Belgium that houses a monumental panoramic painting of the Battle of Waterloo. The neoclassical building is located immediately to the north of the Lion Mound, on the battlefield of the Battle of Waterloo, in the Belgian municipality of Braine-l'Alleud, in the province of Walloon Brabant.
The building and the painting were protected as historical monuments in 1998. In 2008 the Belgian government proposed that the panorama should be included within a UNESCO World Heritage Site listing.
Submitted: 25/05/2016
Rejected: 25/05/2016
File was rejected on May 25, 2016
Rejection Reasons
The strongest variations in this series were selected, this image is either a weaker repeat or does not differ enough for useful variation.
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Often the best portraits are the one's where the subject's eyes engage yours. Only problem is.... you have to walk up to people and talk to them before you can get these type of shots! My rejection rate is around 50% when I try asking people if I can take their pictures. Anyone else have experiences to share about street photography?
I choose to love you in silence,
For in silence I find no rejection.
I choose to love you in loneliness,
For in loneliness no one owns you but me.
I choose to adore you from a distance,
For distance will shield me from pain.
I choose to kiss you in the wind,
For the wind is gentler than my lips.
I choose to hold you in my dreams,
For in my dreams, you have no end.
-Jalāl ad-Dīn Mohammad Rūmī
Thanks a lot for your visits, comments, faves, invites, etc ... Always very much appreciated !
Fear
I Feared …
I feared being alone
Until I learned to like Myself.
I feared failure
Until I realized that I only Fail when I don't try.
I feared success
Until I realized that I had to try in order to be happy with myself.
I feared people's opinions
Until I learned that people would have opinions about me anyway.
I feared rejection
Until I learned to have faith in myself.
I feared pain
Until I learned that it's necessary for growth
I feared the truth
Until I saw the ugliness in lies.
I feared life
Until I experienced its beauty .
I feared death
Until I realized that it's not an end, but a beginning.
I feared my destiny,
Until I realized that I had the power to change my life.
I feared hate
Until I saw that it was nothing more than ignorance.
I feared love
Until it touched my heart, making the darkness fade into endless sunny days.
Until I learned how to laugh at myself.
I feared growing old
Until I realized that I gained wisdom every day.
I feared the future
Until I realized that Life just kept getting better.
I feared the past
Until I realized that It could no longer hurt me.
I feared the dark
Until I saw the beauty of the starlight.
I feared the light
Until I learned that the Truth would give me Strength.
I feared change,
Until I saw that even the most beautiful butterfly had to undergo a Metamorphosis before it could fly.
- Unknown
texture by . joessistah
I’m just going to float and drown in my blindness
Half of me will burn what I imagined
Half of me will be torn a
part by the dream
The deeper a rejection spear punctures toward
the deadness inside,
Pierces through a facade of nothingness,
The more I fade toward the unliving
There is no tomorrow
There is no today
And oblivion guided me wrongfully on yesterday
The deed is done, for this is my red song.
__________________________
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"Personally, I've learned about perseverance: when you hear the word 'No,' and when you hear rejection, that it's not always final. And that timing is everything, and you have to stay the course and just keep working hard and know that, when your time comes, that it will be sweet and that it will be the perfect time." - Angela Robinson
This is what happens when a frustrated male muskox is turned down by a female muskox. This guy tried unsuccessfully to mount a female for over ten minutes. After her final rejection, he took off in full gallop running around for about ten minutes. After running, he went after another cow with the same results.
Sometimes new rejection brings back old baggage and you just need someone to hear you, to love you despite your many flaws....
We are all broken........
People you trusted and confided in shouldn't be disposable in any life!
Be the heal, not the cause of torment
This young man and I passed one morning on a rural road in Chiang Mai Province in northern Thailand. After we passed, I turned and clicked this photo of him walking away. The next day I saw him again at the same place on the same road. Thinking he might like to see the photo, I stopped him and showed it to him on my camera screen. Not impressed, he shrugged his shoulders and kept walking :) Anyway, at the risk of further rejection, here it is :) Wishing you a wonderful week Flickr friends! You too #3 :)
Nikon D5100, Tamron 18-270, ISO 500, f/6.3, 270mm, 1/1000s
Eine der ältesten Holzkirchen auf Island.
Das erste mal 1703 erbaut. Dann wieder abgerissen und ....eine tapfere Frau setzte sich für die Neuerrichtung der Holzkirche gegen die Ablehnung der Landeskirche ein. Letztendlich wurde die Kirche mit königlicher Erlaubnis im Jahr 1848 fertiggestellt.
The black church of Búðir
One of the oldest wooden churches in Iceland.
First built in 1703. Then demolished again and .... a brave woman campaigned for the rebuilding of the wooden church against the rejection of the regional church. Ultimately, with royal permission, the church was completed in 1848.
An image from the archives of my trip to Singapore. We were at the Butik Batock National Reserve and there was a group of people in National Dress.
I quickly snapped this image. I wish I was better at asking people if I could take their image. If I'm feeling brave I sometimes do but that's not often. After all, what is the worst that could happen?
Rejection? I think I'm not good with rejection.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tyvA6lFdiWc
Maria Mena: Just Hold me
wearing: my new Plastix Lunesta dress, which I bought at Cosmopolitan.
Hair: elikatira Nadia
photo made at Bryn's installation ' Lady Carmagnolle'
Worth a visit for sure. Here's your taxi: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Immersiva/16/103/30
But if I wanted silence
I would whisper
And if I wanted loneliness
I'd choose to go
And if i like rejection
I'd audition
And if I didn't love you
You would know
And why can't you just hold me
And how come it is so hard
And do you like to see me broken
And why do I still care
still care
Réalisé le 04 janvier 2021 à Saint-Lambert-de-Lauzon, Québec.
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Taken on January, 4th / 2021 in Saint-Lambert-de-Lauzon, Quebec.
Medusa
Heather Dale
Mother would tell me I was a pretty girl
Then she would cry all night
Nobody thinks that, really, they're being cruel
When they suggest that I should try to look like them
As if God loved the pretty ones best
Damn 'em all - I create my own perfection
Damn 'em all - in the face of their rejection
Damn 'em all - well this dog will have its day
My garden's full of pretty men who couldn't stay away
Notice the ones who all like to criticize
Are the ones trying to hide
Why would I sell my soul to be one of them?
Better to love the me within behind the skin
I choose to be a Goddess inside
Damn 'em all - I create my own perfection
Damn 'em all - in the face of their rejection
Damn 'em all - well this dog will have its day
My garden's full of pretty men who couldn't stay away
Damn 'em all - I create my own perfection
Damn 'em all - in the face of their rejection
Damn 'em all - well this dog will have its day
My garden's full of pretty men who couldn't stay away
Damn 'em all!
A sudden confession. But after all, I don't think we were meant to be..
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Quick edit cause my brain is working slower than usual x_x
Credits
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Male:
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Hair - Skye by Volthair
Outfit - Remnant Top by Toksik
Female:
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Hair - Bunny by Olive
Outfit - Obsession Uniform by Toksik
Chartreuse du Reposoir, Haute-Savoie, Auvergne-Rhône-Alpes, France.
La Chartreuse du Reposoir es una antigua cartuja situada en el territorio del municipio del mismo nombre, en el departamento de Alta Saboya, en la región de Auvernia-Ródano-Alpes.
Situado en el valle del Foron du Reposoir, en un circo boscoso al borde de un pequeño lago, los edificios que bordean el río están dominados por la cadena Reposoir al este y la cadena Bargy al noroeste. El establecimiento fue fundado en 1151 por el Beato Cartujo Juan de España y estuvo ocupado ininterrumpidamente hasta la Revolución Francesa y luego entre 1866 y 1901. La antigua Cartuja alberga una comunidad de monjas carmelitas desde 1932 y hoy se llama Monasterio del Carmelo de Reposoir. La Chartreuse está clasificada como monumento histórico.
La cartuja forma una plaza orientada de oeste a este, y reúne en su recinto lo que originalmente se llamaba la Correrie que estaba separada del monasterio.
El gran claustro rodea todas las casas de los Padres Cartujos; sus bóvedas en forma de silbato penetran los muros sin apoyo. Así llega cada monje a su casa. Las celdas de los Padres constituyen el cuadrado al norte y al sur y lo completan al este. El muro del cerramiento conecta los del norte entre sí; al sur y al este, se desprenden de él. Al pie de cada uno hay un parterre de flores de forma cuadrada. En la pared de enfrente está fijada una gran cruz negra, que el cenobita ve necesariamente cuando mira hacia afuera.
Las celdas se indican con una letra del alfabeto. Al lado de la puerta hay un pequeño portillo donde el solitario viene a recoger sus provisiones. Si necesita otras cosas, sólo tiene que dejar allí una nota con la letra de su celular. La cama tiene forma de armario, la ropa de cama se compone de un gran palet de lona, un almohadón, sábanas y unas cuantas mantas de lana que sustituyen a las de antaño. Junto al lecho se encuentra el oratorio, formado por una sillería y un reclinatorio, donde el monje recita la mayor parte de los servicios.
Al oeste de este claustro se encuentran la iglesia, la sala capitular y el pequeño claustro que data del siglo XVI y restaurado en 1929. Su construcción se atribuye a la generosidad de la Casa de Saboya cuyas armas aparecen entre las dieciséis claves policromadas. Este claustro está formado por cuatro galerías cubiertas que rodean un patio. Cada arcada de arco apuntado que da al patio se subdivide en una red de tres pequeños arcos polibados y tracería flamígera. Los grandes pilares cuadrados, la prohibición sistemática de la decoración escultórica y el rechazo de la vertical dan a este edificio del gótico tardío un aspecto achaparrado, pesado y austero. Las bóvedas de crucería, características de la arquitectura gótica, se basan en dos arcos apuntados que se cruzan en diagonal. Estas bóvedas y arcos están formados por claves, piedras talladas en forma de cuñas, apoyadas unas sobre otras. La clave es la llave central colocada en lo alto de una bóveda y que bloquea las demás piedras en la posición deseada.
La iglesia, cuya primera piedra fue colocada por Aymon I de Faucigny, hermano de Ardutius de Faucigny, obispo de Ginebra, es de estilo ojival. A lo largo del muro norte de la iglesia se encuentran la Capilla del Beato Juan de España (ahora sacristía interior) y la Capilla de San Antonio (hoy sacristía exterior para sacerdotes).
The Chartreuse du Reposoir is a former charterhouse located on the territory of the municipality of the same name, in the Haute-Savoie department, in the Auvergne-Rhône-Alpes region.
Located in the valley of the Foron du Reposoir, in a wooded cirque on the edge of a small lake, the buildings bordering the river are dominated by the Reposoir chain to the east and the Bargy chain to the northwest. The establishment was founded in 1151 by the Blessed Carthusian John of Spain and was occupied continuously until the French Revolution and then between 1866 and 1901. The former Carthusian has housed a community of Carmelite nuns since 1932 and today is called the Monastery of the Carmel of Reposoir. La Chartreuse is classified as a historical monument.
The charterhouse forms a square oriented from west to east, and brings together in its enclosure what was originally called the Correrie, which was separated from the monastery.
The great cloister surrounds all the houses of the Carthusian Fathers; Its whistle-shaped vaults penetrate the walls without support. This is how each monk arrives at his house. The cells of the Fathers constitute the square to the north and south and complete it to the east. The enclosure wall connects the northern ones to each other; to the south and east, they detach themselves from it. At the foot of each one is a square flower bed. On the opposite wall is fixed a large black cross, which the Cenobite necessarily sees when he looks out.
Cells are indicated by a letter of the alphabet. Next to the door there is a small gate where the loner comes to collect his supplies. If he needs other things, he just has to leave a note there with the handwriting on his cell phone. The bed is shaped like a wardrobe, the bedding consists of a large canvas pallet, a pillow, sheets and a few wool blankets that replace those of yesteryear. Next to the bed is the oratory, made up of a chair and a kneeler, where the monk recites most of the services.
To the west of this cloister are the church, the chapter house and the small cloister dating from the 16th century and restored in 1929. Its construction is attributed to the generosity of the House of Savoy whose arms appear among the sixteen polychrome keys. This cloister is made up of four covered galleries that surround a patio. Each pointed arch arcade facing the courtyard is subdivided into a network of three small polybate arches and flamboyant tracery. The large square pillars, the systematic prohibition of sculptural decoration and the rejection of the vertical give this late Gothic building a squat, heavy and austere appearance. The cross vaults, characteristic of Gothic architecture, are based on two pointed arches that intersect diagonally. These vaults and arches are formed by keystones, stones carved in the shape of wedges, resting on each other. The key is the central key placed at the top of a vault and which locks the other stones in the desired position.
The church, whose foundation stone was laid by Aymon I de Faucigny, brother of Ardutius de Faucigny, bishop of Geneva, is in the ogival style. Along the north wall of the church are the Chapel of Blessed John of Spain (now the interior sacristy) and the Chapel of Saint Anthony (today the exterior sacristy for priests).