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A Kind of Anchorage (A work/mediation in progress)
My title derives from, and acknowledges, Harold Pinter's 'A Kind of Alaska'. Although it shares its title with the name of the capital of that cold state, my subject for mediation is of another state completely. It is geographically divorced from that region of America.
It relates more to the Anchorage or Anchorhold of medieval self-imposed isolation. There is a fundamental difference between the hermit and Anchorite of that distant time. Whilst the hermit removed him or herself from the community and went into self-imposed exile, the Anchorite chose to be incarcerated or isolated within the community. These Anchorholds were usually a small cell carbuncled onto a church where the Anchorite was immured. His (the Anchorite) or her (the Anchoress) role was thenceforth to be that of mediator between the community and what was held to be the divine.
Pinter's play, in turn, was inspired by 'Awakenings' by Oliver Sacks. Pinter acknowledges this in the introduction.
"In the winter of 1916-17, there spread over Europe, and subsequently over the rest of the world, an extraordinary epidemic illness which presented itself in innumerable forms--as delirium, mania, trances, coma, sleep, insomnia, restlessness, and states of Parkinsonism. It was eventually identified by the great physician Constantin von Economo and named by him encephalitis lethargica, or sleeping sickness.
Over the next ten years almost five million people fell victim to the disease of whom more than a third died. Of the survivors some escaped almost unscathed, but the majority moved into states of deepening illness. The worst affected sank into singular states of "sleep"-conscious of their surroundings but motionless, speechless, and without hope or will, confined to asylums or other institutions.
Fifty years later, with the development of the remarkable drug L-Dopa, they erupted into life once more."
In Pinter's play Deborah describes this incarceration:
'Oh dear. (the flicking of her cheek grows faster)
Yes, I think they're closing in. They're closing in.
They're closing the walls in. Yes. (She bows her head, flicking faster, her fingers now moving over her face)
Oh.well.oooohhhh.oh no.oh no.(during the course of this speech her body becomes more hunch-backed) Let me
out. Stop it. Let me out. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.
Shutting the walls on me. Shutting them down on me. So tight, so tight. Something panting, something panting.
Can't see. Oh, the light is going. They're shutting up shop. They're closing my face. Chains and padlocks.
Bolting me up. Stinking. The smell. Oh my goodness, oh dear, oh my goodness, oh dear, I'm so young. It's a
vice. I'm in a vice. It's at the back of my neck. Ah.
Eyes stuck. Only see the shadow of the tip of my nose.
Eye's stuck. (She stops flicking abruptly, sits still.
Her body straightens. She looks up. She looks at her fingers, examines them) Nothing.'
Between these spaces, this disease-imposed Anchorage, and the chosen Anchorhold of the medieval Anchorite is the area I want to pillage and mediate.
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Magnus relating the history of the Viking realm of the Southern Isles (ie: the Western Isles of Scotland and I of Man)
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.
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I always feel bad for artists who do not like their own work, I can relate to that. And a critical review can be harsh
Our last stop in Cappadocia was the old town of Mustafapasha. Once a Christian town, it was converted to Islam, and residents were given the option to either convert or leave. Today it is a modern town with nice shops and restaurants, and the old relics serve as tourist attractions.
These are old Greek buildings that are still intact. Perhaps these old buildings are maintained so European tourists can relate to them – I don’t know! But looking at the people in the area, they seem pretty cosmopolitan, so these are not just for tourists, I think.
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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
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 name Eilean Donan, or island of Donan, is most probably called after the 6th century Irish Saint, Bishop Donan who came to Scotland around 580 AD. There are several churches dedicated to Donan in the area and it is likely that he formed a small cell or community on the island during the late 7th century.
Eilean Donan ruin
The first fortified structure was not built on the island until the early 13th century as a defensive measure, protecting the lands of Kintail against the Vikings who raided, settled and controlled much of the North of Scotland and the Western Isles between 800 and 1266. From the mid 13th century, this area was the quite seperate “Sea Kingdom” of the Lord of the Isles where the sea was the main highway and the power of feuding clan chiefs was counted by the number of men and galleys or “birlinns” at their disposal. Eilean Donan offered the perfect defensive position.
Over the centuries, the castle itself has expanded and contracted in size. The medieval castle was probably the largest, with towers and a curtain wall that encompassed nearly the entire island. The main keep stood on the island’s highest point. Around the end of the 14th century the area of the castle was reduced to about a fifth of its original size and, although the reason is unclear, it probably relates to the number of men required to defend the structure. By the 16th century a hornwork was added to the east wall to offer a firing platform for the newly introduced cannons.Eilean Donan - cannon balls
Eilean Donan also played a role in the Jacobite risings of the 17th and 18th centuries, which ultimately culminated in the castle’s destruction…
In 1719 the castle was garrisoned by 46 Spanish soldiers who were supporting the Jacobites. They had established a magazine of gunpowder, and were awaiting the delivery of weapons and cannon from Spain. The English Government caught wind of the intended uprising and sent three heavily armed frigates The Flamborough, The Worcester, and The Enterprise to quell matters. The bombardment of the castle lasted three days, though met with limited success due to the enormity of the castle walls, which in some places are up to 14 feet thick. Finally, Captain Herdman of The Enterprise sent his men ashore and over-whelmed the Spanish defenders. Following the surrender, the government troops discovered the magazine of 343 barrels of gunpowder which was then used to blow up what had remained from the bombardment…
For the best part of 200 years, the stark ruins of Eilean Donan lay neglected, abandoned and open to the elements, until Lt Colonel John Macrae-Gilstrap bought the island in 1911. Along with his Clerk of Works, Farquar Macrae, he dedicated the next 20 years of his life to the reconstruction of Eilean Donan, restoring her to her former glory. The castle was rebuilt according to the surviving ground plan of earlier phases and was formally completed in the July of 1932.
Ernulf (1040 – 15 March 1124) was a French Benedictine monk who became prior of Christ Church in Canterbury, abbot of Peterborough, and bishop of Rochester in England. A jurist and an architect as well, he was responsible for greatly expanding Canterbury Cathedral during his time there. Ernulf was born in 1040 in Beauvais, France. He studied under Lanfranc at the monastery of Bec, entered the Benedictine Order, and lived at the monastery of St-Lucien, Beauvais. At the suggestion of Lanfranc, he went to England some time after 1070 and joined the monks of Canterbury. He studied under Ivo of Chartres and was considered an expert on canon law.
Ernulf was made prior by Archbishop Anselm in 1096 and began the expansion of Lanfranc's rebuilt Canterbury Cathedral, taking down the eastern part of the church which Lanfranc had built and erecting a far more magnificent structure. This included the famous crypt (Our Lady of the Undercroft), as far as Trinity Tower. The chancel was finished by his successor Conrad. The chapel of St. Andrew is also part of Ernulf's work. In 1107, he was made Abbot of Peterborough, where he was one of the teachers of Hugh Candidus. On 28 September 1114, he was invested as bishop of Rochester by Ralph d'Escures, the archbishop of Canterbury.[5] He was consecrated on 26 December 1115. At Peterborough and Rochester, Ernulf had the old buildings torn down and erected new dormitories, refectories, chapter houses, etc.
Ernulf is associated with the production of the Textus Roffensis (a large collection of documents relating to the early Church of Rochester which also included the early Kentish law code attributed to King Aethelberht); "Collectanea de rebus eccl. Ruffensis". The collection reflects his interest in and sympathy towards pre-Conquest traditions apparent elsewhere. Aspects of Anglo-Saxon liturgical practice were revived at Canterbury and he may also have influenced the restoration of the shrines and altars to Anglo-Saxon saints to their former prominence during the development of the Cathedral. His abbacy at Peterborough additionally seems to have coincided with renewed interest in the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle there. He also authored several canonical and theological treatises. Victorian statue of Ernulf (around two thirds full size) in the crypt which stands close to the entrance door to the Black Prince’s chantry – this according to Goulden (1900) was originally destined for an outside niche in the west front of the cathedral but it seems very large for this position, and in any case there is a statue of Ernulf there
I can relate, LOL! This made me laugh, as did the yellow squash in the previous post. I mean, usually you see them in a more passive pose at the grocery store. This was at the roadside market on Hwy 60 in east Brandon, FL. Hugs and thanks for viewing! I hope this makes you smile as it did me! =o)
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I went out yesterday to take some photos and ended up taking a bunch of myself flipping my hair around.. I really hope my neighbors didn't see! I absolutely LOVE photographs of people in which there is some type of movement in their hair. It just makes the photo that much better to me.
Help with a title? I've never been good at relating my title to the photograph besides generic "light".."Hair"... you get it. I want the title to have more meaning.
In a split second after I took this photo she walked away, and I couldn't help but wonder what her thoughts were as she had lingered at the artwork for quite a while before I took this photo. The white clothing she wore, plain and simple, made me think she could relate to the minimalistic and simple artwork she seemed to be admiring.
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
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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.
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.
It is not very hard to relate human behaviour to plant behaviour, but is it really true? It is all in the eye of the believer.....
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Inspiration comes to me in two ways with respect to photography. First and foremost, of course, it comes through photographs. The second way is through the written or spoken words of photographers I respect. Ralph Gibson inspires me on both fronts. I have two of his books, ‘Histoire de France’, and ‘Self Exposure’. ‘Self Exposure’ is his autobiography and provides many insights into the what, the how and the why of his photography, and interesting stories of other photographers and artists he has encountered.
You can find plenty of interviews and profiles of Ralph Gibson online. I like how he thinks deeply about what it is he is trying to do, and that he can discuss intellectual and philosophical aspects of his work in clear terms. Artists are under no obligation to tell us what is in their secret sauce. Often, they don’t even know. But I always appreciate those that can talk about their work in a relatable way.
I am intrigued by the concept of having a “point of departure,” something that Ralph Gibson learned while he was an assistant to Dorothea Lange. You can hear the story from Ralph Gibson himself here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=2S9NkO8Jf-A
There’s also some words about inspiration too.
Most of Ralph Gibson’s photographs have a considerable degree of abstraction. A quote from him that stays with me: “I want to take a picture of nothing…this is where it’s at for me. A picture of nothing, but the frame has a lot of integrity.” I strongly relate to that.
I like that his work has evolved to include colour, and digital cameras, and longer lenses. You are never too old to learn new tricks. Who knows, maybe I should go monochrome. I doubt it will happen—I love colour too much.
I thought it was going to take me a while to get a picture that was a reasonable homage to Ralph Gibson and his distinctive work. See www.ralphgibson.com/portfolio/quadrants-1975 as examples.
But following the advice on having a point of departure, I parked a couple of kilometers from work (a good way to ensure I get exercise) and walked with my camera in hand. Strong early morning light and a restaurant with black and white chairs and white tablecloths immediately said Gibson to me and I stopped and took several pictures, trying to exclude anything superfluous from the frame. No cropping, just framed in the viewfinder. This one was my favourite. I made it greyscale and played with black and white points to enhance contrast. I even threw in a little noise to try to get a more filmic look. It’s funny that I probably did more adjustments on this image than I do on most of my pictures. I think it reflects the time that one would have had to spend in the darkroom dodging and burning to get the desired result on a print from a negative.
Happy photographing friends. Please know that your photographs and friendship also inspire me. You make this a great photographic community. And thanks again for taking the time to read my ramblings. May you never lack inspiration.
In his "Metamorphoses," Ovid relates the story of the goddess Venus vainly trying to restrain her lover, the mortal Adonis, from departing for the hunt. The mood of playful sensuality conceals the tragic irony that Adonis is destined to be killed during the hunt by a wild boar. Titian painted two versions of the composition; one in 1554 for Philip II of Spain (now in the Prado, Madrid), and the other shortly before 1570 for the Farnese family (lost). The present picture is a version of the second composition, and since cleaning (1976) can be seen to have been painted in large part by Titian, the greatest painter of the Venetian Renaissance. (Gallery label)
In the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York.
Traditional accounts say that, around 530 BC, Siddhartha Gautama, a young prince who saw the suffering of the world and wanted to end it, reached the forested banks of Falgu River, near the city of Gaya, India. There he sat in meditation under a peepul tree (Ficus religiosa or Sacred Fig) which later became known as the Bodhi tree. According to Buddhist scriptures, after three days and three nights, Siddharta attained enlightenment and the answers that he had sought. In that location, Mahabodhi Temple was built by Emperor Ashoka in around 260 BC.
The Buddha then spent the succeeding seven weeks at seven different spots in the vicinity meditating and considering his experience. Several specific places at the current Mahabodhi Temple relate to the traditions surrounding these seven weeks.
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.
I'm sure plenty of you can relate to this, or have related to this in the past...
But I'm proud of it ;D
Our Daily Challenge ... glass.
I did some research to find out the symbolism behind this spiral design but it is really difficult to say exactly what it is. One common thread throughout the different cultures and periods in history appears to relate it to the passage of time.
The Virginia State Fair is an agricultural fair, so there are a lot of vendors set up that relate to farming. International Harvester used two round bales of hay to create a very cool Minion display.
On my last outing I found this Yellow-crowned Night Heron just wanting to sleep in the early morning. I can relate to him/her today and will be a bit slow getting to everyone’s posts. Just as his eyes were drifting shut here, my eyes will need to do the same in order for me to recover from an extremely busy day yesterday. Photo taken on Armand Bayou.
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The Hôtel des Invalides (English: "house of invalids"), commonly called Les Invalides (French pronunciation: [lezɛ̃valid]), is a complex of buildings in the 7th arrondissement of Paris, France, containing museums and monuments, all relating to the military history of France, as well as a hospital and a retirement home for war veterans, the building's original purpose. The buildings house the Musée de l'Armée, the military museum of the Army of France, the Musée des Plans-Reliefs, and the Musée d'Histoire Contemporaine. The complex also includes the former hospital chapel, now national cathedral of the French military, and the adjacent former Royal Chapel known as the Dôme des Invalides, the tallest church building in Paris at a height of 107 meters. The latter has been converted into a shrine of some of France's leading military figures, most notably the tomb of Napoleon.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Les_Invalides
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[...] The sensory world of manifolds is the area of analysis by the intellect; we can also say that the mind has invented the world of sense. If we think we understand the world, it just means to understand that we, as far as it relates to our intellectual thinking. But the intellect is not up to that life as we live it internally, we always feel something in us that which the mind is unable to pay the full peace and the other looks for its fulfillment.
This is why our lives so rich in contradictions and conflicts. But most of us take no notice of them and only when this fact is somehow aware, they start with this situation examination seriously.
If we start in this way, to search for the truth, we finally get to the spiritual world, or rather, the spiritual world breaks into the world of sense and reason.
Once that happens, it changes the whole order of things, the logical is not logical, rationality loses its meaning, because now is the real not-real and the truth, the non-truth. More specifically, the water no longer flows in the river, the flowers are no longer red and the pastures are not green.
It is the most surprising event that can take place in human consciousness. This invasion of the spiritual world into the world of the senses and the mind leads to the overthrow of every form of experience that has prevailed there.[...]
Die Sinnenwelt der Mannigfaltigkeiten ist der Bereich der Analysen durch den Verstand; wir können auch sagen, der Verstand hat die Sinnenwelt erdacht. Wenn wir glauben, die Welt zu verstehen, heißt es nur, dass wir verstehen, soweit es unser verstandesmäßiges Denken betrifft. Aber der Verstand reicht nicht bis zu jenem Leben, wie wir es innerlich leben, wir fühlen immer etwas in uns, dem der Verstand nicht den vollen Frieden zu schenken vermag und das anderweitig seine Erfüllung sucht.
Deshalb ist unser Leben so reich an Widersprüchen und Konflikten. Doch die meisten von uns nehmen das nicht zur Kenntnis und nur wenn ihnen diese Tatsache irgendwie bewusst wird, beginnen sie sich mit dieser Situation ernsthaft auseinanderzusetzten.
Wenn wir auf diese Weise anfangen, nach der Wahrheit zu suchen, gelangen wir schließlich zur geistigen Welt oder richtiger: die geistige Welt bricht in die Welt der Sinne und des Verstandes ein.
Sobald dies geschieht, ändert sich die ganze Ordnung der Dinge; das Logische ist nicht mehr logisch, die Rationalität verliert ihre Bedeutung, denn nun ist das Reale das Nicht-Reale und das Wahre das Nicht-Wahre. Genauer gesagt, das Wasser fließt nicht mehr im Fluss, die Blumen sind nicht mehr rot und die Weiden sind nicht mehr grün.
Es ist das überraschendste Ereignis, das im menschlichen Bewusstsein stattfinden kann. Dieser Einbruch der geistigen Welt in die Welt der Sinne und des Verstandes führt zum Umsturz jeder Erfahrungsform, die dort vorgeherrscht hat.
|| Source: D.T.Suzuki "Wesen und Sinn des Buddhismus" Hua-Yen-Philosophie || Wikipedia: D. T. Suzuki || Tranlated by Mr. Google ||
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This photo relates to the flood in Gdańsk, about which I have written here, but I think I will rewrite the story again and provide a better view on the story background.
It's one of trains diverted from electrified mainline into secondary diesel route: originally nigh train no. 38209 from Kraków Płaszów to Koszalin. SU46-039 on the train head yet in original paint scheme from Żagań depot. After the diesel - here "cold" originally employed to this train EP07-338. The train is passing Gdańsk Osowa station entering two-track section towards Gdynia. July 11, 2001.
Photo by Jarek / Chester
9 lipca 2001 roku w Gdańsku to był całkiem ładny dzień, przynajmniej taki się zaczął i trwał do południa. Koło niego nadciągnęły ciemne chmury, zapowiadając kolejną letnią gwałtowną burzę. Jak spadały pierwsze krople deszczu, nikt nie przeczuwał, że w ciągu popołudnia na miasto lunie dwa razy więcej wody, niż w całym typowym lipcu. Każdy metr kwadratowy przyjął prawie 130 litrów, a tylko między 15 i 17 spadło, a w zasadzie dosłownie polało się strumieniem z nieba 90 litrów na metr kwadratowy. Ulice leżące na zboczach moreny dennej falistej, bo miasto to nie tylko wybrzeże, ale i morenowe pagórki, zamieniły się w dna potoków spływających w dół. No a w dole, głównie na południu, u brzegu płaskiego terenu ujścia Wisły zaczęło tworzyć się jezioro.
Wpływająca od południa z Kaszub niewielka Radunia przerwała w paru miejscach kanał, w którym biegła i zalała południowa część miasta, dzielnice od Oruni (dolnej), przez Lipce do Świętego Wojciecha. Powódź dotknęła też nasypy linii kolejowej, uszkadzając torowisko w paru miejscach. Pod wodą były też tory samego Gdańska Głównego. Ruch kolejowy między Pruszczem Gdańskim (a w zasadzie Tczewem) i Gdańskiem na kilka dni zamarł.
Ponieważ jednak mówimy o czasach, gdy kolej była jedna, wielka i niepodzielna (choć podzielona na sektory), naprędce wypracowano rozwiązanie, które w dzisiejszych czasach byłoby nie do pomyślenia - skierowano objazdem wszystkie dalekobieżne pociągi pasażerskie na trasy objazdowe. I tak pociągi z Gdyni w kierunku Bydgoszczy jechały starą Magistralą Węglową przez Kościerzynę i Wierzchucin i dalej na Łódź, czy Katowice. Pociągi w kierunku Malborka i dalej Olsztyna czy Warszawy jechały zaś przez Kościerzynę, Bąk, Czersk i dalej "Ostbahnem" do Tczewa, gdzie powracały na normalne trasy. Oczywiście na trasach objazdowych zastosowanie miała trakcja spalinowa, a elektrowozy ciągnące pociągi nie zostawały odczepiane (oprócz paru wyjątków) i odbywały podróż "na zimno" na objazdach.
Z punktu widzenia podróżnego te objazdy to rozwiązanie tylko po części rozsądne - dzisiaj zapewne wprowadzono by komunikację autobusową od Tczewa do Gdyni, przez co nastąpiłoby wydłużenie jazdy może sumarycznie o godzinę. Wtedy, przez wprowadzone objazdy, pociągi doznawały kilkugodzinnych opóźnień, a całkiem niedawna likwidacja niektórych stacji na "węglówce" drastycznie pogorszyła przepustowość dwutorowej linii. Z drugiej strony, pasażer w kuszetce, czy sypialnym z głębi kraju na Hel, dotarł do celu podróży w tym samym łóżku, tyle, że 3-6 godzin później.
Sytuacja awaryjna trwała parę dni, po czym przywrócono ruch po głównej linii, z pewnymi ograniczeniami (ograniczenie prędkości w miejscach podmycia nasypu). Jeszcze parę dni po przywróceniu ruchu część pociągów towarowych kursowała niezelektryfikowanym objazdem z uwagi na problemy z przepustowością.
Na zdjęciu SU46-039, jeszcze w oryginalnych żagańskich szatach, z nocnym pociągiem 38209 z Krakowa Płaszowa do Koszalina, opuszcza stację w Gdańsku Osowie. Za dieslem - elektrowóz oryginalnie ciągnący nocnego "kuriera" - EP07-338. 11 lipca 2001 roku.
Fot. Jarek / Chester
I've always felt the most comfortable in denim, regardless of gender presentation. Skirts, shorts, jeans and jackets are so versatile and can be dressed up or down, and don't we all relate to how fabulous it feels to find the perfect pair of skinnies!
I think denim is timeless, and I've always admired women who into their 70s are still chic as ever in a snug pair of indigo or black jeans and a classy tunic or sweater top.
Despite the occasional feelings of regret that I didn't seize more opportunities when I was younger, I so admire the proud, elegant, mature women who continue to rock their look and celebrate their unique beauty. It's not about being a cougar as much as it is about demonstrating tasteful allure and class.
So it's not only denim I'm praising, but also the women who wear it and inspire us all!
Justus Suttermans (Antwerp 1597 - Florence 1681) - Portrait of Galileo Galilei (1635) Oil on canvas size 56 x 48 cm - Pitti Palace, Florence
Il ritratto di Galileo Galilei (1564-1642) è uno dei più celebri di Suttermans. Lo aveva commissionato Elia Diodati (1576- 1661), un giurista di origini lucchesi vissuto tra Ginevra e Parigi, caro amico dello scienziato, impegnato fin dagli anni ’20 a diffondere i suoi scritti in Europa e a progettare dopo la sua morte la pubblicazione della sua opera omnia.
Il taglio della figura a mezzo busto concentra l’attenzione sul volto pallido del protagonista e sullo sguardo diretto fuori campo, ispirato e visionario al tempo stesso. All’altezza cronologica del dipinto, Galileo aveva circa 70 anni e viveva costretto all’esilio nella campagna appena fuori Firenze, sulla collina di Arcetri. L’indagine acuta dei dettagli, dalle trasparenze dell’incarnato alla consistenza lanosa della barba e agli effetti serici del colletto, candido sulla toga dottorale, vengono resi in una materia pittorica densa e ricca, che riflette l’impressione della pittura veneta cinquecentesca.
La storia dell’acquisizione del dipinto nelle raccolte medicee viene tramandata da Filippo Baldinucci in una intensa pagina della biografia dedicata a Suttermans, dove si narra come dopo la morte di Galileo, avvenuta nel 1642, il suo discepolo Vincenzo Villani avesse domandato al Diodati notizie del ritratto del maestro e questi avesse risposto di averlo tra le sue cose più care, ma di essere disposto a farne dono a Ferdinando II qualora non avesse esemplari della sua effigie. “Tutto questo il Viviani palesò al Granduca che benignamente gradì l’offerta; onde non andò molto, che il quadro fu mandato a Firenze al Viviani, il quale prontamente al Serenissimo lo presentò: ed è quel maraviglioso ritratto, che oggi si vede nella Real Galleria”. Cosimo III ne ordinò poi l’esposizione nella Tribuna, dove rimase per tutto il XVIII secolo.
The cropping of the half-length figure focuses attention on the protagonist's pale face and direct off-screen gaze, at once inspired and visionary. At the chronological height of the painting, Galileo was about 70 years old and living forced into exile in the countryside just outside Florence, on the hill of Arcetri. The acute investigation of details, from the transparencies of the complexion to the woolly texture of the beard and the silky effects of the collar, candid on the doctoral robe, are rendered in a dense and rich pictorial material that reflects the impression of 16th-century Venetian painting.
The story of the acquisition of the painting in the Medici collections is handed down by Filippo Baldinucci in an intense page of the biography devoted to Suttermans, where he relates how after Galileo's death in 1642, his disciple Vincenzo Villani had asked Diodati for news of the master's portrait, and the latter replied that he had it among his most cherished possessions, but that he was willing to make a gift of it to Ferdinand II if he had no specimens of his effigy. "All this Viviani manifested to the Grand Duke, who graciously appreciated the offer; whereupon it was not long before the picture was sent to Florence to Viviani, who promptly presented it to the Most Serene Serene: and it is that marvelous portrait, which can be seen today in the Royal Gallery." Cosimo III then ordered its exhibition in the Tribuna, where it remained throughout the 18th century.
I'll bet many of you can relate to this image, huh? Let me make this analogy clearer ... the three birds representing the weekend days, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and the crab representing the abrupt arrival of Monday. Let's try our best to usher it away. LOL. OK, I know, that's quite a bizarre interpretation of the image, but it's the best that I can do on an early Monday morning. :-)
Actually, the least terns are nesting on the sunny Florida beaches ... some still courting, some sitting on eggs, some taking care of their newborns. These little birds are quite aggressive with each other ... and the on-lookers ... as they don't like anything or anyone entering their "home space". Can't blame them either, since it's quite crowded on the inn. ;-)
So if those close quarters aren't enough, enter the ghost crabs which call the area their home as well. These territorial terns, who were infighting just a few moments ago, unite in fight that benefits them all. See, as the ghost crabs emerge and begin to intermingle with the nesting terns, an all-out war is waged ... terns working together ... to eliminate the threat to the colony. Several will make the approach to the crab, wings out and upward, squawking away, puffing up, and jumping around, as the crab tries to defend itself, but eventually retreats. It's 3 against 1! LOL. I can't remember when I've been so amazed at the behavior of birds (OK, it probably wasn't that long ago, seeing how it's baby bird season, but it was quite entertaining).
Nature is quite amazing and birds are quite smart, at least they seem like it to me. I guess "pack behavior" extends in all forms of life. :-)
Hope that everyone, in their own way, can find something to be happy about on this Monday morning. Welcome to another week ... not sure about you, but mine have been flying by!
Thanks for stopping by to view and especially for sharing your thoughts and comments too.
© 2015 Debbie Tubridy / TNWA Photography
I felt like I could understand this guy.
I'm having an Icelandic-Horse themed week with my photography, and this guy is a prime specimen of what it means to be an horse of Iceland, in my opinion. Long and luxurious mane, sturdy body, longer hair all around... and friendly! We were struck by how happy the horses were to come up to the fence and hang out with us whenever we came by to visit #horsesoficeland #icelandichorses
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pontsticill_Reservoir
Pontsticill Reservoir or Taf Fechan Reservoir is a large reservoir on the Taf Fechan lying partly in the county of Powys and partly within the county borough of Merthyr Tydfil in south Wales. It lies within the Brecon Beacons National Park and Fforest Fawr Geopark.[1]
The 110 ft high embankment has, since its completion in 1927, been holding back 3400 million gallons of water for supply to industry and population to the south. The modern reservoir incorporates the earlier Pentwyn Reservoir (sometimes referred to as Dol-y-gaer Reservoir or Lake) which suffered major water losses after completion due to the presence of major fractures in the bedrock beneath its dam relating to the Neath Disturbance, a major geological fault which runs northeast to southwest through the area.[2]
The reservoir is popular with sailors, anglers and picnickers. The Taff Trail has been developed for walkers and cyclists and runs through the woods on the western side of the Reservoir. Merthyr Tydfil sailing club is based on the eastern bank and the Brecon Mountain Railway which runs up its eastern side from Pant Station to Dolygaer with plans to extend its run to Torpantau. This steam railway runs on the route of the former Brecon and Merthyr Railway.
Most of the banks of the reservoir have been heavily afforested by Welsh Water though management of these woods is undertaken by the Forestry Commission on behalf of the company.
Part of the 2011 film Submarine was filmed on the reservoir walkway.