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The Church was originally built sometime in the 12th century. The story relates that there is one night when a group of sailors tried to navigate back to Iceland in a storm. The southern coast of Iceland is notorious for its hidden reefs and rough coast. The distressed sailors prayed to God for a safe return and vowed to build a church wherever they landed. When they ended their prayer an angel, seemingly made of light, appeared before their bow. The angel guided them through the rough surfs and led the crew into a bay for safe landing. The sailors, making good on the promise, built a wooden church at the site and named it Strandarkirkja. The bay nearby is named Angel's Bay (Engilsvík [ˈeiɲcɪlsˌviːk] in Icelandic) to commemorate the incident.[2] Many miracles have been attributed to Strandarkirkja and there was a time when it was one of the richest churches in Iceland from the donations of Icelanders coming from all over the country in hopes of having their prayers and wishes realized.[3]
My daughters were working in the kitchen and when I noticed this moment it seemed to tell me a story I could relate to that was beyond what I could find words to express. So I did what I knew to do—try to capture what I saw but couldn’t express with words.
Day 16
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As a way to cope with circumstances beyond my control, survive and work to keep fighting for life I decided to try to take at least one photo (or more) each day. I call this “a photo (or more) a day.” Practicing this form of therapeutic photography helps me work to focus on the present moment, gives me something familiar and enjoyable to focus on as I use photography skills that have become like second-nature to me and being able to view the images I capture helps me recall what I was thinking, feeling and noticing at the moment when I created the photos. More of the photos from this series can be seen on my Instagram account
I may not always have the energy, time or capacity to share photos from this series—especially with the very challenging circumstances my family and I are experiencing—and will do my best to continue taking a photo (or more) a day even if I’m not able to share.
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Blythe a Day - How to Sell a Haunted House (Bewitched) - 10/1/25
For Sale in Spookytown: Classic Haunted Beauty
About the Property:
Beautiful classic 4 bed 3 bath tri-level in coveted Spookytown. Original fireplaces and staircases. Hard wood flooring throughout. Old creaky windows, attic ghosts, furnace, updated electrical and much more!
Features:
Actual clawfoot tubs
2 ghosts
Secret staircase & door
Creaky floors
Large windows
Attic bats
Real skeletons in the closets
Call Drusilla, our expert relator, for a private tour.
House photo I took on a fall drive and recolored
Daunting Drusilla Blythe
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Here is my newest favorite from the snow camping trip with Aaron last weekend. It's nowhere near as dramatic as the others, but that's what I love about it. There's a gentleness to this. Less of a mountaineer braving the storm and more of a baby in a crib, peacefully sleeping. ...cheesy? yeah, a bit. I get like that :-P Or maybe it's because Aaron is sleeping in the tent and he's just a big baby?
But, looking at this, the snow covered trees seem peaceful, like a guarding fence line...rather than towering harbingers of frostbitten death..
I probably should be honest and say, contrary to the "Baby in the Crib" feeling- the forest was making LOUD exploding noises. Really loud. Just randomly. It was freaky. Aaron and I think it was due to moisture inside the tree freezing and expanding from the deep cold, and then the expanding moisture was cracking the tree trunks. *laughing* I've got a funny story to tell about the popping trees, but I'll save it for another post.
Heads up to all of you- I am working hard on making a bundled video tutorial about "Processing Star Shots." After seeing my video tutorial on how to shoot stars, so many of you emailed me and asked, "Ok, but now what the heck do I do with this super noisy image??!" Yeah, surprise! That's ANOTHER challenge of star shooting.... But, I am making a tutorial that will give you a front row seat to my computer screen while I am editing star pictures.
It will deal with:
-High ISO Noise
-Light pollution on the horizon
-Exposure balance between sky and foreground
-Color balance in starfield
-And! you guessed it- much, much more ;-)
Today, Valorie and I are going out of town to do photography for a friend's wedding. So, I will get back on the tutorial tonight when I get back- and hope to have a final bundled package by Sunday.
Heads up- this one will not be free. I wish it could, but I need to put some money back into the bank after 3 yrs of relentless trips far from the city to go shoot stars. I am making it a priority to keep this very affordable! And, for you, very valuable. I am a frugal person (aka cheapskate) so, I can relate to not wanting to pay needlessly for things. But, if you want to get pictures of stars, I promise you, the tutorials are a very valuable thing to learn from BEFORE you go. Learning on your own- usually the first 3-5 trips are a bust before you start getting something you like. So, save gas money and wasted sleep loss by checking out the tutorials. You'll be glad you did when you finally do make it 3 hours out of town, under a deep starry sky with your camera.
In case you haven't seen it, here is my first tutorial, it is a guide to watch before you go out shooting stars that will show basic techniques and common mistakes to avoid:
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Tell me what you see
You don't see a damn thing
'cause you can't relate to me
You're blinded by our differences
My life makes no sense to you
I'm the persecuted one
You're the red, white and blue
Outlandish - Look into my eyes
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Ja que tanta gente pediu,ai está a foto.
There are plenty of things I could tell you about this image but what I am going to relate tonight is only going to involve the mistake I made.
One of the risks to habits is that you can come to rely on them overly much. A case in point would be that by an unofficial rule I generally keep my Hasselblad backs loaded with 400 ISO film, one back for color and the other for b&w. When I do load a different speed film in one of my backs I try to make a note because I am so used to 400 speed film in them that I have mis-exposed film before because of mistaken assumption.
Before this latest trip up to the Olympic Peninsula I had been working a lot and photographing only a little. As such by the time I got up there my black and white back was halfway through a roll of film I could not remember loading and so I could not remember which film was in it. Normally no note would mean 400 speed but something in my brain was tickling away that this was not true, that I had loaded something out of the ordinary in terms of film speed in this back.
So what are my options at this point with about six frames left to expose? Well I could trust my habits and expose at 400. I could attempt to second guess motives and backtrack through memory to deduce which film I might have loaded. I could meter somewhere in between. This latter is what I did. I figured the only other speed I would have loaded would have been 100 ISO film. So if I metered at 200 then I would only be wrong by a stop. If it was 100, I would be a stop under and considering that I normally overexpose by habit anyway, all would be ok. If it was 400, then I would be a stop over (or two with my usual overexposure). and film so readily forgives overexposure. Seriously, you can get away with three or four stops over and still produce reasonable images. Additionally I was going to be a bit less choosy with those six frames and try to blow through them quickly so I could confirm the film and if necessary backtrack to re-expose any images.
Thus I set off. Unfortunately it was sunny and clear and conducive to heavy ND shooting so "blowing through" half a roll takes on a slightly different meaning when shooting through 18 stops of neutral density. It took a few hours but I managed, wound the roll and unloaded it... to find a roll of Rollei RPX 25. Umm yeah. So metering for 200, maybe overexposing by design by a stop I was still going to be two stops under. That was a bit disappointing. Usually I defer to the decisions that past-Zeb makes. He often seems to think of things that present-Zeb appreciates. But this time I was wondering what in the heck that past me was thinking by loading a roll of 25 speed film in a camera that usually uses 400 speed and not putting a note on it to warn present-Zeb how to expose it properly. Sheesh.
So I had a bit of a sinking feeling in my stomach, figuring not even the forgiveness of film was going to save me this time. Luckily I was still on the same beach and did backtrack to re-expose the images I felt most strongly about. I debated having the roll pushed when I got back but then the first half had theoretically been exposed accurately and I couldn't really remember what was on it, so I didn't want to push process that stuff, so I just let it go, morbidly curious to see how thin the negs would be. Imagine my surprise when the stuff that came back turned out to be fairly usable... at least some of it. This image for example was metered somewhere around 100 to 200 ISO, which means I probably overexposed it to begin with due to the deep shadows in the frame. But that is ok, I wanted the cliffs to be black anyway.
So what to take from all this? I guess mostly that we all make mistakes. In fact you ought to find opportunities to make mistakes. They keep us sharp, they are opportunities to learn, they sometimes show us things we may not have discovered on our own, they remind us that we are fallible in our decision-making. And I tell you about this one in particular so that you know that I am not above making such silly errors. I tend to curate out most of the images I don't consider worth the time to post or your time to see. I edit down to the good stuff, which really means the stuff that I like for one reason and another. And I think with practice and by limiting how much I post I tend to only share the stuff that is noteworthy for good reasons. But that can easily lead to the mistaken perception that maybe I don't make the same mistakes you make. That I don't screw up my calculations or forget something simple and obvious. Well trust me, I do. And sometimes it works out and sometimes it doesn't. On this case I got lucky, no thanks to my past self.
Hasselblad 500C
Rollei RPX 25
The chapel features, on its three walls, frescoed scenes relating to the Universal Flood, the Entrance of the Animals into the Ark, the End of the Flood and Noah's Drunkenness. The compositions are characterised by outdoor visions marked by the presence of human figures and animals, both depicted on a small scale. The painter's attention seems to be focused on the description of the variety of animals and birds, without, however, failing to dwell on the more intensely dramatic scenes, such as the cases of those who drown, going as far as the cold analysis of the corpses strewn on the ground after the Flood. The stories of the Flood are linked to the fresco of the Baptism of Christ that faces them in the cloistered church, as a foreshadowing of that moment of salvation, according to what St Peter makes clear in the First Epistle (3:20-21): "God in his longsuffering waited in the days of Noah for the ark to be built, in which eight people in all found escape from the water, a figure, this one, of the Baptism that now saves us".
Historical-critical information: In these frescoes, Aurelio Luini displays an unprecedented propensity for storytelling and narration for its own sake, which results in a smug amusement directed above all at the descriptive rendering of the various animal species, rendered with an almost lenticular meticulousness. As the son of Bernardino Luini, who was active for many years in San Maurizio, Aurelio showed undisputed talent for painting, which led him to collaborate with his older brother Giovan Pietro from 1555 onwards. Here, as in other cases, Aurelio exhibits the peculiar characteristics of his painting, sustained by an exuberant expressive emphasis that is fully in line with contemporary 'Mannerism'. The naturalistic taste manifested in the frescoes of the Noah's Ark chapel also reflects the interest that Aurelio, a member of the Accademia della Val di Blenio (run by Giovan Paolo Lomazzo), had always shown in Leonardo's research.
2020 sure isn’t letting up. California is now battling roughly 367 known fires. Today, I decided to drive down the coast and document what I could of the #CZUAugustLightningComplex fire. This fire is just north of Santa Cruz, is burning over 25,000 acres and growing with 0% containment so far. It was a day I won’t forgot.
On the lucky and semi-exciting side of being a photographer, I got to document my buddy and pilot friend @Jakelounsbury who use to fly me around SF and now fights fires, along with his co pilot @rlenzer.
On the not so lucky and not exciting side of things, knowing a friend probably lost his home in this very fire. That part was unsettling to say the least.
I was standing here in absolute awe, with a group of locals who were just evacuated, watching their land and homes burn away in the distance. Everyone was in decent spirits, but you could tell deep down how everyone was really feeling. Something I could not relate to, but I could definitely see it in them.
I started talking with a nice gentleman named Andy, who was a local Arborist and lived in the now burned valley for the past 12 years. He mentioned and pointed at his three trucks filled with everything he could grab. We sort of knew this fire was going to come at us eventually. So before I decided to leave the area and get out of everyone’s way, I offered to help him shuttle his trucks, as he seemed to be alone. One by one a few miles down the road we went so that he could at least get them parked further from this fire zone. I know I can’t stop the fire and save the day, but I also felt I didn’t just want to stand there and be that come and go tourist. I love this area and have explored this coast for the past 10 years as a photographer. Never have I seen it like this. I am praying for these fires to let up and of course 2020 to end.
Pictured is a Blackhawk H-60A+ Helicopter with a Bambi Max Bucket. Shots taken on August 19, 2020 near Whitehorse Canyon north of Davenport and the Santa Cruz area.
Photos by @tobyharriman.
#CZULightningComplex
The International Bomber Command Centre (IBCC) a memorial relating the historical impact of and on Bomber Command during the Second World War. Located on Canwick Hill, overlooking the city of Lincoln in Lincolnshire.
The city of Lincoln was selected for the location of the IBCC because 27 RAF Bomber Command stations (over a third of all Bomber Command stations) were based in the county during World War II. The large amount of airfields led to Lincolnshire being nicknamed the "Bomber County".
Located at Canwick Hill, the centre is just under two and half miles from RAF Waddington, which suffered the greatest losses of any Bomber Command station, and close to the former Avro aircraft production facility at Bracebridge Heath. A view of Lincoln Cathedral, a prominent landmark for aircrews, forms an important part of the vista from the centre of the Memorial Spire.
The aim of the IBCC is to tell the personal stories of members of the RAF Bomber Command, ground crew and civilians impacted by the bombing campaigns during the Second World War. The centre will also provide a comprehensive record of the role of Bomber Command's squadrons and to digitally display historical documentation and photographs relating to the activity of Bomber Command.
Within the grounds of the International Bomber Command Centre the Spire Memorial was erected on 10 May 2015. The memorial is a spire, reflecting the connection to Lincoln Cathedral. Created out of Corten A weathering steel, it is based on the dimensions of the wingspan of a Lancaster bomber, being 102ft high and 16ft at the base. The Spire was officially unveiled in October 2015 to an audience of 3,600 guests including 312 Bomber veterans.
The spire is encircled by walls carrying the names of all 57,871 men and women who gave their lives whilst serving in or supporting Bomber Command. This is the only place in the world where all these losses are memorialised.
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...relating to the first in comments!
A few things can be described about this. The location is Bingsjö in Sweden, Päckosgården to be more exact. Once the home of a musician...
This year I will try to stay away from the cruising nights and concentrate on this place ;) More to come on that...
First of all, I will start by saying "Wow! India is truly (to me :)) a heaven for photographers who are into architectural, portrait & street photography!" The colours & interestingness are simply out of this world! For the first time (out of all my overseas trips so far), I have snapped as many shots relating to people and their streets as I would take for architectural shots . Totally enjoyed the beauty that lies within the dirtiness & ruggness of this country! This trip has, without a doubt, given my mind and perspective with a breath of fresh air :D Love love love India & will definitely try to go back in the future. Anyway trust everyone is doing great & looking forward to xmas soon!
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About
A Man Squatting In The Street, Agra, India
The Shot
3 exposure shots (+2..0..-2 EV) in RAW taken handheld
Camera :: Canon 5D Mark II
Lens :: Canon 24-105mm F/4L
Photomatix
- Tonemapped generated HDR using detail enhancer option
Photoshop
- Added 2 layer mask effect of 'curves' for selective contrast
- Added 1 layer mask effect of 'level' for selective enhancement
- Added 1 layer mask effect of 'saturation' (reds & yellow) to tone down the wall
- Added 1 layer mask effect of 'saturation' (cyans) to reduce over saturated spots
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ho ho ho lovely friends & family ;o)
we are here...just recooping from another head injury in the house...yes sparkly k was dancing and lost her balance into the arm of our wrought iron bar stools and put a good inch gash there. let's just say me & we are over all the sweet little girls with bloody head injuries this year. as a matter of fact we are so very happy to see a fresh new year come. it has been a wild one this year and we are all ready for a clean fresh new 2007.
and the other time has been devoted to being santa's helper at home and in school. it is a big whirlwind of activity around the holiday's. fun, but non stop for sure. they are on a three week break now....yipee for sleeping in and staying in jommies until we want to get dressed ;o)
and the new floors are a whole other story, those who have had construction issues can relate...
we are good. here at home. staying healthy. enjoying the holidays. in our crazy fun never boring lovely boggs home ;o) i will try to get some uploads going. and for those of you that email me and it seems as though i do not respond... it is not that i do not want too. it is that there are not enough hours in the day.
so cheers to everyone's holiday celebration...may it be overflowing with warmth, family & friends that make you giggle until it hurts...
Source: Through AQAL Eyes: Part 1: A Critique of The Wilber-Kofman Model of Holonic Categories by Mark Edwards
Summaries of Mark Edwards' Constructive Criticisms of Integral Theory by Michael Zimmerman
June 25, 2011.
This is my sister
I'm only getting started. I won't blackout
Thank you so much Meggie for the testimonial :)
I've been thinking for a long while over the topic of meeting new people, and watching the previous ones leave as new ones enter.
Maybe everyone is meant to meet one monster in their lives, the ghost of their past that whispers in the haunting darkness, the one shadow that will never let them go. It awakens in the night, waiting for the hours to tick by so it can press its suffocating weight onto your shoulders. Insomnia keeps your eyes wide open, allowing you to feel the pressure from the shadow.
There's no escaping, because nightmares only materialise in pure silence, when your thoughts are fleeing in hurried bursts from your mind. When the only sound is the jagged edge of your breath catching in the ragged air. When your hands are clenched in tight little grips on the sheets, and you feel an inconsolable sense of grief.
All that you have lost, and the pain you have gone through, slowly collected in that one shadow, all weighing down on you. All the memories. All the recollections. They're all waiting in the dark to come back and haunt you.
Remembering a memory is akin to taking a blurred photograph and putting it in your pocket. You will always remember what happened in that instant, but not too clearly; yet clearly enough to know the general details. And try as you might, you will never be able to change the memory. Because it has already been printed, and it has become a fact of life.
Relating to or denoting art that does not attempt to represent external reality, but rather seeks to achieve its effect using shapes, colors, and textures.
A project that explores the difficulty of Japanese society in expressing itself frankly and truthfully, which has taken me far beyond what I initially thought, and it was pure grace. At first I decided to use butoh dance as a narrative device in order to help me and my subjects expressing what would have been impossible showing otherwise. Then relating to the difficulty to express themselves being marginalized for not conforming to the high standards of Japanese society, I wanted to portray some people without limbs who thanks to fashion, art and sport have been able to find new sources of beauty and meaning.
Elysian (E•ly•sian): relating to, or characteristics of heaven or paradise. | Model: @ktmkvi
So I'm finally posting personal work. Took this awhile ago with my friend. I really really wanted to get out and go explore. We decided to go check out these waterfalls by my house & do a shoot. It was super cold. So cold that nobody was even at this park. We climbed down to the base and walked right over the ice. Large portions of the water was frozen so it made it easy getting over by the waterfall. After a while we both started getting cold and packed up.
Eidetic: relating to or denoting mental images having unusual vividness and detail, as if actually visible. Gainesville Florida 9/8/24
Among the many quotes I learned to appreciated over the years there is one that have a very special meaning to me:
“I am, and always will be, the optimist. The hoper of far-flung hopes and the dreamer of improbable dreams.”
It comes from Doctor Who series and what makes it so special to me is it actually describes my own personality quite well.
I can really relate with it and the personal connection makes the quote special.
This photo is a tribute to that quote.
I paired up the Eleventh Doctor (the quote’s character) with Jyn because that quote sounds perfect for one of the greatest heroes of the Rebellion built on hope.
May the Brick be with You :)
La vie de Martha Desrumeaux est relatée par exemple dans cette video :
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qdFB2fYszg8
Pour les amateurs de street art en Ile-de-France, il faut faire un tour place du colonel Fabien à Paris. Devant le bâtiment symbole et siège du parti communiste français sont affichés 11 grands portraits de figures résistantes du parti, portraits réalisés par le street artiste C215, pour fêter à sa façon le centenaire du PCF (le parti communiste français fut créé à l'issue du congrès de Tours qui se déroula du 25 au 30 décembre 1920...).
C'est plutôt l'aspect "résistants de la seconde guerre mondiale" qui est mis en avant, plutôt que l'aspect communiste. Le PCF est malgré tout très visible puisque les portraits sont réalisés sur des fac-similés de pages de l'Huma de 1945, un temps alors fort stalinien.
I am sure that many of us will have seen this Spitfire in the media coverage relating to the D-Day anniversary. I came across it today at Sywell Airport, just to the north of Northampton, where it is now based. This plane is accredited with shooting down the first enemy aircraft over the Normandy beachhead on D-Day (a JU-88) and shared the second. The pilot was Flying Officer Johnnie Houlton DFC.
The Grace Spitfire ML407 was originally built at Castle Bromwich in early 1944 as a Mark IX single seat fighter and served in the front line of battle throughout the last twelve months of World War II with six different allied Squadrons of the RAF’s 2nd Tactical Air Force. ML407 flew a total of 176 operational combat sorties amassing an impressive total 319 combat hours.
In 1950 it was converted to the two seat configuration for the Irish Air Corps as an advanced trainer. Having been in storage it was offered for sale in 1968 and Sir William Roberts eventually bought the aircraft for his museum in Strathallan, which sold it to Nick Grace in 1979. It is now operated by Ultimate Warbird Flights.
Please see www.warbirdflights.co.uk/spitfireml407 for full details.
The light was dreadful (though thankfully the rain had ceased) and I was using Judy's iPhone, so I've processed it differently to my normal style. I hope it works.
I met this giraffe doing a feeding type of this and boy was he only there for the food and that’s it which is obviously pretty relatable I think
The Guidi family owns most of the castles in DeCourcey Country. First written mention of the castle at Poppi is in 1169, when it belonged to the Abbey of San Fidele de Strumi, but documentation from the 1190s shows that by this time, it had passed to the Conti Guidi. For the next 350 years the Guidi family would have, largely unchallenged, control of the Casentino. Other castles on the Casentino hills including Romena and Porciano were also ruled by the Guidi counts.
Although the early documentation of the castle relates to the end of the twelfth century, the construction of the foundations would suggest a fortification had been on the site even earlier. In the second half of the thirteenth century the first parts of the castle, as seen today, were built, with the tower and the keep to the left.
The architect is said to be Arnolfo di Cambio, who used Poppi as a 'prototype' for the Palazzo Vecchio, which he also designed. The two buildings certainly do look similar, and originally the tower of Poppi would have been taller, with machicolations (projecting parapets with 'murder holes' for dropping various missiles on the enemy beneath) that would have made the appearance even more similar.
In later years a new keep was added to the right of the tower and this became part of the residence, but with a jail below. At the end of the thirteenth century Count Simone Guidi was responsible for enlarging the mullioned windows to create a more elegant facade.
Facciamo un sondaggio:
-Quanti di voi sanno di essere vivi?
Cazzate! Siete soldatini di plastica in una fangosa guerra in miniatura!
Avanti...quanti di voi pensano di essere vivi,quanti di voi sanno di essere veramente vivi?
Dolomiti - I laghi dei Piani.
... da subito questa foto dei laghi dei Piani (realizzata con l'unione di 6 scatti effettuati alle spalle del rifugio Locatelli) ha richiamato alla mia mente un pezzo dei Genesis che ho amato tantissimo ... e, con questo brano, il mito della Ninfa Salmacis e di Ermafrodito, rielaborato da Ovidio ...
Ovid's account relates that Hermaphroditus was nursed by naiads in the caves of Mount Ida a sacred mountain in Phrygia (present day Turkey). At the age of fifteen, he grew bored with his surroundings and traveled to the cities of Lycia andCaria. It was in the woods of Caria, near Halicarnassus (modern Bodrum, Turkey) that he encountered the nymph, Salmacis, in her pool. She was overcome by lust for the boy, who was very handsome but still young, and tried to seduce him, but was rejected. When he thought her to be gone, Hermaphroditus undressed and entered the waters of the empty pool. Salmacis sprang out from behind a tree and jumped into the pool. She wrapped herself around the boy, forcibly kissing him and touching his breast. While he struggled, she called out to the gods that they should never part. Her wish was granted, and their bodies blended into one form, "a creature of both sexes". Hermaphroditus prayed to Hermes and Aphrodite that anyone else who bathed in the pool would be similarly transformed, and his wish was granted.
Ermafrodito (in greco antico: Ἑρμαφρόδιτος), era il figlio nato dalla relazione segreta tra Ermes e Afrodite.
Il giovane, da neonato, era stato allattato dalle Naiadi nelle grotte del Monte Ida, una montagna sacra situata nella regione della Frigia, in Asia Minore.
All'età di quindici anni cominciò la sua esplorazione del mondo e fu proprio nel corso di essa che arrivò in Caria, sulle rive di un grande lago.
Qui, in un boschetto, nei pressi di Alicarnasso, lo vide la giovane ninfa Salmacis la quale si innamorò perdutamente di lui.
In preda alla passione Salmacis cercò di sedurre il giovanetto, ma da questi fu respinta.
Salmacis allora si nascose e quando Ermafrodito si spogliò ed entrò nelle acque del lago per dissetarsi si gettò su di lui, abbracciandolo.
Mentre il giovane si dibatteva, lei chiese agli dei di potersi unire per sempre al suo amato e di non esserne mai separata.
Il suo desiderio venne accolto e i due divennero un essere solo, i loro corpi si fusero in una singolare creatura di entrambi i sessi, metà maschio e metà femmina.
Ermafrodito, prima di sparire sul fondo del lago, maledisse Salmacis, chiedendo, per coloro che si fossero bagnati nelle acque del lago, il suo stesso destino.
Questo il testo del pezzo dei Genesis:
From a dense forest of tall dark pinewood,Mount Ida rises like an island.Within a hidden cave,
nymphs had kept a child;Hermaphroditus, son of gods, so afraid of their love.As the dawn creeps
up the skyThe hunter caught sight of a doe.In desire for conquest,He found himself within a
glade he'd not beheld before.
Hermaphroditus:"Where are you, my father?Give wisdom to your son"
Narrator:"Then he could go no fartherNow lost, the boy was guidedby the sun"
And as his strength began to failHe saw a shimmering lake.A shadow in the dark green
depthsDisturbed the strange tranquillity.
Salmacis:"The waters are disturbedSome creature has been stirred"
Narrator:"The waters are disturbedNaiad queen Salmacis has been stirred"
As he rushed to quench his thirst,A fountain spring appeared before himAnd as his heated
breath brushed through the cool mist,A liquid voice called, "Son of gods, drink from my
spring".The water tasted strangely sweet.Behind him the voice called again.He turned and saw
her, in a cloak of mist aloneAnd as he gazed, her eyes were filled with the darkness of the lake.
Salmacis:"We shall be oneWe shall be joined as one"
Narrator:"She wanted them as oneYet he had no desire to be one"
Hermaphroditus:
"Away from me cold-blooded woman
Your thirst is not mine"
Salmacis:
"Nothing will cause us to part
Hear me, O Gods"
Unearthly calm descended from the sky
And then their flesh and bones were strangely merged
Forever to be joined as one.
The creature crawled into the lake.
A fading voice was heard:
"And I beg, yes I beg that all who touch this spring
May share my fate"
Salmacis:
"We are the one
We are the one"
Narrator:
"The two are now made one,
Demi-god and nymph are now made one"
Both had given everything they had.
A lover's dream had been fulfilled at last,Forever still beneath the lake.
In una densa foresta di grandi pini scuri
Il monte Ida sorge come un’isola
In una caverna nascosta le ninfe avevano cresciuto un bambino:
Ermafrodito, figlio di dei,
che dovevano nascondere il loro amore
Mentre l’alba saliva nel cielo
Il cacciatore vide tracce di cerva
Desideroso di conquistarla
Si ritrovò in una radura che non aveva mai visto prima
Ermafrodito: “Dove sei, padre mio?
Dai saggezza a tuo figlio”
Narratore: “A quel punto non riuscì più ad andare avanti
Perso, il ragazzo era guidato dal sole”
E quando iniziarono a mancargli le forze
Vide un lago scintillante
Un’ombra dall’abisso verde scuro
Disturbò quella strana tranquillità
Salmacis: “Le acque sono agitate
Una creatura si è mossa”
Narratore: “Le acque sono agitate
La regina naiade Salmacis è stata disturbata”
Quando lui corse a placare la sua sete
Una sorgente apparve davanti a lui
E quando il suo fiato bollente si fece largo tra la fresca foschia
Una voce limpida disse “Figlio di dei, bevi alla mia fonte”
L’acqua era stranamente dolce
Dietro di lui la voce risuonò ancora
Si girò e la vide vestita solo di un manto di nebbia
E quando lui la guardò fisso, gli occhi di lei si erano riempiti dell’oscurità del lago
Salmacis: “Saremo una sola cosa”
“Saremo uniti come un’unica cosa”
Narratore: “Lei voleva che fossero una cosa sola
Ma lui non voleva”
Ermafrodito: “Lontana da me donna dal sangue freddo
La tua sete non è la mia”
Salmacis: “Niente ci costringerà a separarci
Ascoltatemi, o Dei !”
Una calma sovrannaturale discese dal cielo
E poi le loro carni e ossa furono stranamente mescolate
per sempre per diventare una cosa sola
La creatura strisciò nel lago
Si udì una voce fioca:
“E chiedo che tutti coloro che tocchino questa sorgente
Possano condividere il mio destino”
Salmacis: “Siamo una cosa sola
Siamo una cosa sola”
Narratore: “I due erano ora diventati uno
Il semidio e la ninfa erano diventati un’unica cosa”
Entrambi avevano dato tutto ciò che avevano
Un sogno di amante era stato soddisfatto alla fine
Per sempre racchiuso nel lago
Entrambi avevano dato tutto ciò che avevano
Un sogno di amante era stato soddisfatto alla fine
Per sempre racchiuso nel lago.
p.s. io al lago non mi sono avvicinato ...
While I support the artform known as graffiti, I do not condone any act or form of vandalism or any illegal activity relating to such whether it be to private, commercial, or public property.
The 1890 Empress Flour Mill on Queen Street is category C industrial heritage building, which means that its removal is a permitted activity. There are two plaques on the front of the building, one relating to the 118 year old structure and the other to the 1921 grain silos. With a height of 35 metres the category B listed heritage silos are the town's most prominent landmark. They're still in use and will not be demolished.
Relating to a blog I posted today about how I'm fine taking my clothes off in abandoned buildings yet totally afraid to pose clothed in public view, I went outside to take a photo. Granted, it was just on the corner of my street, but someone even walked by while I was setting up the camera and nothing bad happened! Baby steps. That's what it's all about.
The other major change relating to the Central Connect withdrawals is that the 93 is more-or-less replaced by the LC9. It’s similar but not identical and funded by Leicestershire County Council between Nottingham and Bottesford (despite the vast majority of the route falling within Nottinghamshire).
Since the drivers and vehicles for this route are based out of Grantham, some journeys extend to there, to allow travel on what would otherwise be dead mileage for changeovers. However the Grantham to Bottesford section has even more going on which I’ll delve into at a later time.
Journeys on the LC9 are covered by two individual duties which interwork onto different routes, so it starts off with vehicle ‘A’, then swaps to vehicle ‘B’, and then later on back to ‘A’ again. The route regulars are these YY64 E200s, plus a pair of 75 plate E200 MMCs that originated at Chaserider. The 64 plates are 6cyl and have some poke to them.
Here YY64 GWF turns down Friar Lane, Nottingham, on 2.2.26
Magnus relating the history of the Viking realm of the Southern Isles (ie: the Western Isles of Scotland and I of Man)
A particular situation that relates to Poverty;
Gregory White - is a homeless man in Louisiana who was arrested for stealing food from a grocery store. The retail
value of the food was $39. He was assessed $339 in fines and fees and was jailed. His charges were later changed
to community service because he could not pay the fines. But when he could not pay the bus fare to complete his community service, he went back to jail. He spent a total of 198 days behind bars, and his incarceration cost the City of New Orleans $3,500.
(American Civil Liberties Union, “IN FOR A PENNY: The Rise of America’s New Debtor’s Prisons.”)
Lily Wild lives among a collection of origami flowers which she has come to appreciate in a way that we can't. However, in her own language of love, she sends her thanks to her new friend, Dorothy, who seems to understand the power of plants.
The meaning of the four-petal flower in feng shui often relates to luck, happiness, and prosperity. The four petals are seen as a symbol of perfection and balance, with each petal representing an essential aspect of life: love, health, wealth, and career.
All of us in the Bigg family thank you Nancy, and your lovely Dorothy and Zyanya, for hosting a fantastic month.
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I love this photo because the artistic background relates so much to my day to day life. Many different interpretations may rise while analyzing this photo, but what i see is pure bliss. Every night when im trying to fall asleep, im in such a blissful state but always wide awake brainstorming ideas and different ways i can go about doing things, tomorrow. This is what i see here. Such a beautiful, enlightened soul sleeping in a place thats not common ground, thinking about the endless possibilities life has to offer. Every single day i just think about the most pointless but beautiful things and when it comes time for rest, when my surroundings are calm and peaceful, that is my time.
Camera Info: Nikon D700
Editing Info: Cloning, Stamping, B&W Conversion, Tones.
Can anybodyout there relate to this adult burrowing owl (dad)? I feel that I can ... seems to me that it's just looking for a little bit of shade from the heat and a bit of solitude from its routine busy day duties.
See, this dad had numerous burrowing owlets to provide for and a mate that also requires a bit of attention. The owlets can be quite demanding at times ... not to mention noisy. Where better can there be than to fly off to a nearby tree that the young can't quite navigate yet. LOL
It's an absolutely gorgeous day here on the western slope of Colorado, though I honestly wish it would be a bit cooler. Hopefully it won't be that long, though the cold weather from a few weeks ago got me anxious for more.
Happy Weekend everyone. Hope that you're out there enjoying it.
© 2017 Debbie Tubridy / TNWA Photography
The title can relate to the car or this man's low riding pants. Decide for yourself. I have no idea what these two are talking about. For all we know, he may have a lesion on his stomach or maybe he painted a smiley face on his chest, or maybe he's just proud of his abs. In any event, it was an unusual moment in an interesting setting. The old 1958 Chevy Bel Air completes the scene. And yes, the horizon is off purposely. Havana, Cuba, March 2019
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This entry relates to the north-eastern most part of Arnhem Land, Northern Territory, that receives the first light as the sun rises in the east. This is the landscape during April and the start of the harvst season following the wet, when the earth receives sudden showers during what is meant to be the dry. This artwork was painted on a huge piece of bark and tells the story about a group of spirit women who appear as stars in the night sky.
I do relate so well to this quote....art is my solace no matter the end result....the only time my brain isn't running at high speed... the only time I'm quiet...it's my meditation.
Thank you to borealnz for the texture.
I can relate to this surfer's race to beat the setting sun. The big kid in me is always on the lookout for one last adventure before the end of the day. With this kind of daydream/sunset who can resist not getting one last ride before the days end?
Pacific Ocean Sunset
Southern California, USA
Mike D
Behind the Camera:
I'm off today and have loads of chores to do around the house. It's cold and rainy outside. All I care to do is sit around and surf the web or go out on a photo walk. Yes its the winter of my discontent.
I was starting to forget how to actually take pictures that don't directly relate to my dreary life so thought I'd be a swot today to make up for my reckless weekend.
Records relating to the repair of this bridge go back many hundreds of years, indicating how vital it was for access from the lands of Howgill, Sedbergh etc in the old county of North Yorkshire with the parishes of Firbank and Grayrigg on this side of the river.
The lane, bottom left, leads to the old Water-powered Mill & Poole House, then up to Dillicar, Lowgill, Davy Bank and Firbank.
It is a very beautiful old bridge, and very narrow. Only narrow vehicles can get across!!
The river Lune is still in its infancy here, and this scene is to the south of the Lune Gorge and Tebay Gap.
"To me, all these things tell a story,
and I find clothespin parts as interesting as 'collectors' furniture.' Good pieces of Shaker furniture are interesting,
but only so much.
It is the other things and the personal effects
that let me feel the Shakers."
~ Ken Hakuta ~
Well, I don't know what clothespins have to do with "Shaker" furniture, BUT . . . I can surely relate to dressing them up in the phenomenally gorgeous 100% cotton Espadrille ribbons I've been ordering for my masks! They come from a family-owned business in Spain which has led to the absolutely, positively most amazing encounter I've ever had in my life with a first class owner . . . Diego Arnedo from Diegos Boutique who is a gentleman like you've never known. He stands by the amazing history of the very popular Espadrille shoes which are sold worldwide. I actually remember them from the 60's!
I'm still not sure how I came upon his website which led to my ordering some ribbons. My interest and support as a customer have grown beyond the ribbons which he would mail, always with a free *sample* of another product beneficial to mask makers. He went outside the box to offer these for sale, specifically for us!
The *ties* come simply wound around beautiful, individual postcards with photos and descriptions of the workers. Their service, mailing and turnaround time is like no other . . . everything to date has arrived within days of shipping! As you can see above, I rewound the ribbons onto little clothespins which I keep color coordinated in recycled Talenti gelato containers!
PS...the spools on either end are antiques which I had in my collection and were begging to be filled again!
Take a few minutes to visit diegos.com/en/ and click around, especially on the documentary.
My faith has been restored in human kind with the relationship
I've recently developed with Diego and his amazing enterprise!