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"It is only with the heart that one can see rightly"
quote from The Little Prince, by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
I'm feeling appreciative today.
I really admire the effort it takes for designers to make the things they do. The hours put in to fashioning an object - even virtually, is more often than not a process of hours sometimes days.
I like to include attribution to my posts where possible because they should quite rightly be recognised for that. Now... does that make this commercial or just giving credit where due?
Kudos and my thanks go to :
{anc} - Thank you for making this amazing surgical mask with tassels and sequins! (This was a free gift from last year at The Arcade)
Thank you Azoury - for making this wonderful hat "Yuriy Chapka". It inspired me to make these images. This creation is available at Shiny Shabby
Thank you Castiel - who made the fur collar which is part of another outfit (Innuendo) that they designed in 2013. It is still one of my favourite objects.
My thanks also to Ys&Ys for creating the Belinda skin - I love the realistic details put in to that and I'm using that in this shot with the Lelutka Simone Head. This model has very sharp features and bone structure that gives it elegance.
IKON made these eyes (Vanity SIlver Leaf)
Finally - Thank you to Skye Studios for making the Enchanted tree tunnel which makes season changing as simple as a click of the mouse! :)
Roll on Spring!
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The natural sights of Iceland are rightly acclaimed and one of my favourites has to be these at Skogafoss. The scale of their 200 foot drop is nicely shown here by the foreground figures.
Mark Twain described the Heidelberg Castle in his 1880 travel book A Tramp Abroad…
“A ruin must be rightly situated, to be effective. This one could not have been better placed. It stands upon a commanding elevation, it is buried in green woods, there is no level ground about it, but, on the contrary, there are wooded terraces upon terraces, and one looks down through shining leaves into profound chasms and abysses where twilight reigns and the sun cannot intrude. Nature knows how to garnish a ruin to get the best effect."
Heidelberg Castle is a ruin in Germany and landmark of Heidelberg. The castle ruins are among the most important Renaissance structures north of the Alps.
The castle has only been partially rebuilt since its demolition in the 17th and 18th centuries. It is located 80 metres (260 ft) up the northern part of the Königstuhl hillside, and thereby dominates the view of the old downtown.
The earliest castle structure was built before 1214 and later expanded into two castles circa 1294; however, in 1537, a lightning bolt destroyed the upper castle. The present structures had been expanded by 1650, before damage by later wars and fires. In 1764, another lightning bolt caused a fire which destroyed some rebuilt sections.
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Mark Twain beschrieb 1878 in seinem Buch Bummel durch Europa das Heidelberger Schloss folgendermaßen:
„Um gut zu wirken, muss eine Ruine den richtigen Standort haben. Diese hier hätte nicht günstiger gelegen sein können. Sie steht auf einer die Umgebung beherrschenden Höhe, sie ist in grünen Wäldern verborgen, um sie herum gibt es keinen ebenen Grund, sondern im Gegenteil bewaldete Terrassen, man blickt durch glänzende Blätter in tiefe Klüfte und Abgründe hinab, wo Dämmer herrscht und die Sonne nicht eindringen kann. Die Natur versteht es, eine Ruine zu schmücken, um die beste Wirkung zu erzielen.“
Das Heidelberger Schloss ist eine der berühmtesten Ruinen Deutschlands und das Wahrzeichen der Stadt Heidelberg. Bis zu seiner Zerstörung im Pfälzischen Erbfolgekrieg war es die Residenz der Kurfürsten von der Pfalz. Seit den Zerstörungen durch die Soldaten Ludwigs XIV. 1689 und der Sprengung durch französische Pioniere am 6. September 1693 wurde das Heidelberger Schloss nur teilweise restauriert. Nachdem am 24. Juni 1764 Blitze die teilweise renovierte Anlage in Brand gesetzt hatten, wurde die Wiederherstellung aufgegeben. Die Schlossruine aus rotem Neckartäler Sandstein erhebt sich 80 Meter über dem Talgrund am Nordhang des Königstuhls und dominiert von dort das Bild der Altstadt. Der Ottheinrichsbau, einer der Palastbauten des Schlosses, zählt zu den bedeutendsten deutschen Bauwerken der Renaissance.
The ever changing dimensions of life is evident in almost every object in this world. Days move on and on and yet the sun and the moon are not tired of playing hide and seek. Days transform themselves in night or night gain power on day , or if the day defeats the darkness of night or the night surrenders before the sunrise. Same is the case with trees, they shed their leaves when dejected by their fate and cast new leaves in search of a prosperous future. Since eons they have been playing to solve the arcane truths of universe. Its an enigmatic life with a lot of dimensions and kindred relationships. Someone has rightly said “The charm of history and its enigmatic lesson consist in the fact that, from age to age, nothing changes and yet everything is completely different.”
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Capella ad Brancedunum, à l’époque romaine, la Chapelle-sous-Brancion, est située au pied du nid d’aigle de Brancion, à un attrait certain, tant au point de vue du paysage que de l’architecture.
Ce village portait, au VIIe siècle, le nom d’Aquis, et plus tard celui de villa Aquarias. Devenue La Chapelle sous Brancion, où l’on peut trouver une magnifique fontaine nommée l’Aiguyères, forme à peine changée de l’Aquarias d’autrefois.
La commune regroupe trois hameaux : La Chapelle-sous-Brancion qui a donné son nom à l’ensemble, Collonge et Nogent, ainsi que les lieux-dits, Nobles et l’Echelette. Ils offrent un ensemble de demeures remarquables et diversifiées, dans leur style, leur origine et leur ancienneté.
Le paysage que l’on découvre dans son ensemble depuis les rebords de l’éperon rocheux de Brancion, esplanade dénommée à juste titre le "Paradis", est d’une harmonie et d’une pureté saisissantes.
Capella ad Brancedunum, in Roman times, the Chapelle-sous-Brancion, is located at the foot of the eagle's nest of Brancion, with a certain attraction, both in terms of landscape and architecture.
This village bore, in the 7th century, the name of Aquis, and later that of villa Aquarias. Became La Chapelle sous Brancion, where one can find a magnificent fountain named l'Aiguyères, barely changed form of the Aquarias of yesteryear.
The commune includes three hamlets: La Chapelle-sous-Brancion which gave its name to the whole, Collonge and Nogent, as well as the localities, Nobles and l'Echelette. They offer a set of remarkable and diverse residences, in their style, their origin and their antiquity.
The landscape that can be seen as a whole from the edges of the rocky spur of Brancion, an esplanade rightly called "Paradise", is of striking harmony and purity.
For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver. Martin Luther
~happy shimmering fence friday~
Twist your neck to the right. Who remembers playing Simon says (and if I remember rightly, we had an identical game by O'Grady)? Pelicans at the entrance to Scarborough Boat Harbour, Redcliffe, South East Queensland. A nice place to draw breath after a visit to the doctor!
By the way, if you don't know it, here is the simple game for kids...
"Choose one child as “Simon.” The other children gather around Simon, who gives instructions by saying, “Simon says…” telling the kids to perform a physical action. For example, "Simon says touch your nose," "Simon says shake like a leaf." Each child must perform the action. If Simon leaves out “Simon says” before giving instruction, anyone who performed the activity is out!".
This beautiful old towpath bridge, Longstone Bridge is around 300 yards south of the Town Lock. Here the part of the flow of the river is redirected under the bridge and over a weir, avoiding the lock. Longstone Bridge’s construction is dated at 1819 (or 1827), depending on which report you believe.
The present bridge replaced an original timber built bridge and is now quite rightly a Grade 11 listed structure. The parapets consist of enormous stone blocks, 3ft high, with rounded tops. A curious feature is a distinct dip in the parapets and paving setts in the middle
View from castle Stolberg 292 meters above the town of Stolberg
Some places give the impression that bygone centuries had passed them by without leaving a trace. Stolberg, a medieval-style town of half-timbered houses in the southern part of the Harz mountains, is one of them. Perhaps because Stolberg is romantically nestled in four narrow valleys of this low mountain range at an altitude of 300 - 350 meters above sea level.
The small mediëval town of Stolberg, with about 1400 inhabitants, is rightly referred to as the "Pearl of the Southern Harz", consisting as it does entirely of half-timbered houses, over 500 in total, with a handsome renaissance castle rising above them.
Stolberg (Lower Saxony, Germany) owes its buildings' excellent state of preservation to its inhabitants, who have looked after their home town over the years with enormous care and devotion.
Stolberg was awarded the title of "Historic European City" in 1993.
Zicht vanaf kasteel Stolberg 292 meter boven de stad Stolberg
Stolberg is een 1000 jaar oud middeleeuws stadje in het zuidelijke deel van de Harz (de Südharz) in de Duitse deelstaat Saksen-Anhalt. Door de ruim 500 goed onderhouden vakwerkhuizen, grotendeels eeuwen oud, wordt het stadje vaak aangeduid als de " Parel van de zuidelijke Harz". Het mooie boven de stad gelegen renaissance kasteel is ook een blikvanger. Juliana van Stolberg, de moeder van Willem van Oranje, werd in 1506 in het kasteel geboren.
Stolberg, met ongeveer 1400 inwoners, is romantisch gelegen in vier smalle dalen van het Harz middelgebergte op een hoogte van 300 à 350 meter boven de zeespiegel.
Stolberg werd in 1993 gekozen tot "Historische Europese stad".
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Saskatchewan bills itself as "Land of Living Skies", and rightly so. Here, the sky is the story, as often as not. This is from a deep dive into the archive, reprocessed and cropped in pano format. Originally I framed it in classic thirds, but going pano emphasizes the great sweep of horizon and immensity of the sky above. I shot this on a hike into the buttes of Grasslands one evening with a storm brewing in the distance.
This image kicks off a very brief series of four sky shots. The horizon will be low in the first three and missing entirely in the final photo. Incredible drama and beauty.
Apologies to anyone who faved my first upload this morning. I realized too late that I had already posted it, seven years ago - so I took it down. Sometimes I lose track of what has been shared and what has not. This one is definitely up for public view for the first time.
Photographed in Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2011 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
Rightly or wrongly, I was compelled to promote the long ridge of Gray Crag, housing Hayeswater in the right-hand 1/3rd. A 'straight-down-the-middle' 'V' could have been more effective, arguably.
I can't stress enough what a memorable walk this was. For the sheer number of ever-changing outlooks, on many secretive nooks & crannies, it truly was an exceptional outing.
Arctic Tern Chick on the Farne Islands. They are quite rightly heavily protected by their parents, in fact head gear is essential!
Mellow Yellow
Donovan
I'm just mad about Saffron
Saffron's mad about me
I'm just mad about Saffron
She's just mad about me
They call me mellow yellow
(Quite rightly)
They call me mellow yellow
(Quite rightly)
They call me mellow yellow
I'm just mad about Fourteen
Fourteen's mad about me
I'm just mad about Fourteen
She's just mad about me
They call me mellow yellow
They call me mellow yellow
(Quite rightly)
They call me mellow yellow
Born high forever to fly
Wind velocity nil
Wanna high forever to fly
If you want your cup our fill
They call me mellow yellow
(Quite rightly)
They call me mellow yellow
(Quite rightly)
They call me mellow yellow
Electrical banana
Is gonna be a sudden craze
Electrical banana
Is bound to be the very next phase
They call me mellow yellow
(Quite rightly)
They call me mellow yellow
(Quite rightly)
They call me mellow yellow
Saffron, yeah
I'm just mad about her
I'm just mad about Saffron
She's just mad about me
They call me mellow yellow
(Quite rightly)
They call me mellow yellow
(Quite rightly)
They call me mellow yellow
Songwriters: Donovan Leitch
Mellow Yellow lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
I have shot this little red barn a few years ago when we rented a cottage at Robin Hoods bay so It was nice to make a return visit.
Surprisingly it is still standing and in use by the looks of it.
The shot was taken from a cinder path that was many years ago a railway line that ran from Whitby to Scarborough via Robin hoods bay. The white tower if I remember rightly is used by the Coast watch, we would have liked to have walked the coast path but it was just too muddy not just for us but Lowena too, she and us would have needed a hose down before getting back in the car.
Morning exercises !!.
A beautiful ,very approachable Duck.
One of only two " Torrent Ducks" in the world and if not more carefully looked after there shall only be one.
As a boy in the bush with my Dad they were very abundant and he could gauge the amount of rain over summer qualitatively not precisely by how far out of the river bed these birds chose to nest.
If I remember rightly it was pretty accurate.
Why has God given animals far better judgement in some areas to us?..
An image uploaded 12 years ago, and now rescanned and reprocessed with better software. The original has been deleted.
It's 1.35am and the last train from London Paddington stands under the glorious roof at Bristol Temple Meads station, passengers disgorged, and ready to take the short journey to St Philips Marsh depot for servicing and cleaning.
On the left are BRUTE trollies, many of them packed high with parcels. There will likely be mail bags further around the platform and out of sight, all ready to be shipped off to their various destinations around the country.
The train is HST unit 253027, still relatively new, and rightly promoted as the 'new age' in rail travel offering faster (125mph) and more comfortable services from, initially, the West of England and South Wales to London. The units, a product of British Rail's Engineering Workshops, were so well built that a few are still seeing mainline service today, over 45 years later. Their days are surely numbered though, so best catch 'em while you can.
Enlarges reasonably well to full-screen.
If images from this era appeal.... www.amberley-books.com/discover-books/transport-industry/..., a book that's also available through Amazon.
Agfa CT18, 23secs @ F4, 80B filter
1.35am, 15th April 1978
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Even by my standards I’ve been very slack at sharing images from last summer’s expedition to North Wales. All the more bizarre when you consider just how beautiful it is there. There are those of you who rightly point out that I’m extremely lucky to live out in the sticks where I do, far away from all the noise and angst of the cities, next to one of the most feted coastlines on the continent. Cornwall is stunning - there’s no arguing with that.
But so is North Wales. And not only does the top half of the Principality have a coastline to rival our own; it also has imposing mountains, huge lakes and crashing waterfalls in numbers. And it’s delightfully serene in the middle of June. You don’t get ripped off here either. I mean I’m not keen on the concept of paying to park at all, but at least the prices are reasonable in this part of Wales. I’m not going to tell you how much Cornwall Council charges us to park at Gwithian Towans now we’re back in the busy season. As far as I’m concerned, North Wales has the lot. A hiking acquaintance of mine from Denmark, who knows the Scottish Highlands very well, insists that North Wales is her favourite part of Britain. It’s just as remote from the world as our home in West Cornwall, and it’s even got a smattering of heritage railways if you like that sort of thing. Although Ali wouldn’t let me go for a ride on the Talyllyn Line. She has no sense of reverence for my childhood dreams of yesteryear. Come on - I know it’s not just me; hands up - how many of you wanted to be a train driver when you were five years old and fed on a diet of bedtime stories from the Reverend Awdry’s published works? The Talyllyn Railway even made a guest appearance once or twice when Thomas and Percy were on their holidays.
We came to Harlech because yet more hiking friends of ours had been here three summers earlier, when we had all been cautiously released from some of the more drastic aspects of Lockdown One. I followed their motorhome adventures across the realm on the usual social media channels, and demanded to know exactly where they’d parked the bus to get such a jaw dropping view across the Llyn Peninsula. Mark told me, and I duly noted the location for future reference. One day, once we had a van of our own, we’d be heading there ourselves. I needed that view in my life.
Of course by the time we were planning that visit in Brenda, our ageing Renault Master van, I’d forgotten the name of the farm campsite up in the clouds, but confirmation that I’d found it on the map again came quickly, and we made a pilgrimage of our own. It didn’t disappoint; right from the first evening we were treated to a spectacular sunset. The second evening was pretty good too as you can see. As we rolled up the slope towards the main road from the beach at Llandanwg towards sunset, we paused briefly to admire the view from the cliffs above the edge of the beach. Not for the first time I pointed the long lens over the darkening expanse of Bae Ceredigion, picking out the line of the mountains at the eastern end of the peninsula, while a glowing band of rich orange golden light filled the space between the water and a thick band of black cloud. To cap the moment, a pillow of nodding cumulus drifted silently across the scene, mimicking the shape of the landscape below almost to perfection.
There are those of you who know that despite this being a very Welsh scene, black and gold are the national colours of Cornwall. It seems our Celtic brethren do a similar line in spectacular evening light, and it’s perhaps no coincidence that, surrounded on three sides by the sea, the Llyn Peninsula is a very similar shape to our own - take a look at the map and you’ll see for yourself. It even points in the same direction, cloaked in the black velvet of approaching darkness.
I’d better stop eulogising about Wales now. My better half is Cornish through and through and she doesn’t like it when I start suggesting that other parts of the British Isles might be at least as nice as home. “Gisson over the bridge back to where you came from,” is what I usually get, even though I’ve been here for nearly fifty years. Otherwise she might not allow us to come back to Harlech - and I’ve already stated an intention to return next summer. I want to go on a train ride you see………..
Das Arp Museum Bahnhof Rolandseck wurde am 28. September 2007 im Remagener Ortsteil Rolandseck eröffnet. Das Museum setzt sich aus dem klassizistischen Bahnhofsgebäude und dem harmonisch in die Natur eingefügten Neubau des amerikanischen Architekten Richard Meier zusammen.
If visitors approach the Arp Museum from across the Rhine, their gaze will automatically wander upward from the Neo-Classical station building to the wooded hill. And rightly so: the new museum building by the American architect Richard Meier does not hide behind purpose-built functionality. It is an artwork in its own right and has been the home of the Arp Collection since 2007. (Website des Museums)
Neubau und historisches Bahnhofsgebäude sind durch einen Tunnel und einen Aufzug miteinander verbunden. Er wird durch eine 17 m lange Neon-Leuchtspirale von Barbara Trautmann (Kaa, benannt nach der Schlange im Dschungelbuch, Installation von 2007) erhellt.
Recently I saw the film Fishermans Friends , in the cinema, a thoroughly enjoyable film ,brought about from the true story of the Fishermans friends group singing Sea Shanties in the harbour of Port Isaac ,Cornwall..
famed for the series ,Doc Martin also, it s a fabulous place and as you can see this one taken almost 4 years ago ..A must return visit again, but maybe not this year ,as the film has done really well and with its release will bring hordes of people , and quite rightly so , to this Harbour village this year Im pretty sure :-)
Thoroughly recommend you go see the film .
A fantastic day spent today with these amazing little characters on Skomer Island off the Pembrokeshire coast. Skomer is such a special place and quite rightly so a protected nature reserve.
On one of my many mountain hikes this autumn, I explored this incredibly beautiful area, which is rightly part of UNESCO's World Heritage list, nearby Geiranger in Norway. I have rarely seen such a beautiful and untouched natural landscape.
Auf einer meiner vielen Bergwanderungen in diesem Herbst habe ich diese unglaublich schöne Gegend, die zu Recht auf der UNESCO-Welterbeliste steht, nahe Geiranger in Norwegen erkundet. Ich habe selten eine so schöne und unberührte Naturlandschaft gesehen.
En una de mis muchas caminatas por la montaña este otoño, exploré esta área increíblemente hermosa, que con razón forma parte de la lista del Patrimonio Mundial de la UNESCO, cerca de Geiranger en Noruega. Rara vez he visto un paisaje natural tan hermoso e intacto.
Lors d'une de mes nombreuses randonnées en montagne cet automne, j'ai exploré cette région incroyablement belle, qui fait à juste titre partie de la liste du patrimoine mondial de l'UNESCO, à proximité de Geiranger en Norvège. J'ai rarement vu un paysage naturel aussi beau et intact.
For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver. Martin Luther
In Honey's world after she's had a bath she's allowed to get onto the settee to dry herself. Rightly so :)
Homeless Jesus - Tim Schmalz's "Frozen Sermon"
A new Homeless Jesus sculpture,presented to the people of Dublin by an anonymous North American benefactor,has been unveiled by the sculptor in the grounds of Christ Church Cathedral in Dublin. Some people love the Banksy feel of it,but others consider it an insult to the figure of Jesus.
The bronze sculpture depicts a park bench with a faceless cloaked figure lying on it. Passers–by realise that the sculpture depicts Jesus only when they notice the holes in the feet. The piece is located in front of the cathedral in full view of the public. and leaves enough room on the bench for someone else to sit down.It's a representation that suggests Christ is with the most marginalized in today's societies.
The first statue was inspired by a sideways glance at a homeless person on a bench in Toronto.The sculptor said that he wanted to get the message out, especially to churches that might want to put this visual prayer outside their church to remind people that human life is sacred.
Casts of the Homeless Jesus sculpture have been installed in cities in N.America,Canada and Europe. Following a competition among prospective Dublin sites,Christ Church Cathedral was chosen to be the location by Tim Schmalz.
At some places in US & Canada people leave gifts for the homeless around the sculpture that are picked up by the homeless or, at the end of the day, collected and given to the shelters.
Church of Ireland Archibishop of Dublin Dr Michael Jackson said that throughout the world of today human beings are subjected to indignity, homelessness, trafficking and death. Every day for them is a Good Friday. They wait for the day of resurrection in hope,in fear, in trust and in betrayal,in darkness and in light.Homeless people draw us into their world,and rightly; we dare not abandon them here or abroad.
The Homeless Jesus is a reminder to the entire community of this city,Catholics and Protestants,people of Faith and people of None.There are people who cannot find a suitable roof over their head and families without a place where they can live with dignity, then none of us can roll over in our comfortable beds with an easy conscience ...
PS: Homeless Jesus' sculpture was banned from central London according to Westminster Council decision.They said it would fail to maintain or improve the character or appearance of the Westminster Abbey and Parliament Square conservation area ... Think about the irony of Jesus the Homeless being Homeless himself , in London ...
Art Works play an important role in bringing social issues to public attention ... Homelessness while awaiting Christmas ...
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🎶[Dont Eat The Yellow Snow / Nanook Rubs It (Frank Zappa)] 🎶
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"Dont Eat The Yellow Snow"
Dreamed I was an Eskimo
Frozen wind began to blow
Under my boots 'n around my toe
Frost had bit the ground below
Was a hundred degrees below zero
And my momma cried
Boo-a-hoo hoo-ooo
And my momma cried
Nanook-a, no no (no no)
Nanook-a, no no (no no)
Don't be a naughty Eskimo-wo-oh
Save your money, don't go to the show
Well I turned around an' I said, Ho ho
Well I turned around an' I said, Ho ho
Well I turned around
An' I said, Ho ho
An' the Northern Lites commenced t' glow
An' she said
With a tear in her eye...
Watch out where the huskies go
An' don't you eat that yellow snow
Watch out where the huskies go
An' don't you eat that yellow snow
"Nanook Rubs It"
Well right about that time, people,
A fur trapper
Who was strictly from commercial
(Strictly Commershil)
Had the unmedicated audacity to jump up from behind my igyaloo
(Peek-a-Boo Woo-ooo-ooo)
And he started in to whippin' on my fav'rite baby seal
With a lead-filled snow shoe...
I said:
With a lead
Lead
Filled
Lead-filled
A lead-filled snow shoe
Snow shoe
He said Peak-a-boo
Peek-a-boo
With a lead
Lead
Filled
Lead-filled
With a lead-filled snow shoe
SNOW SHOE
He said Peak-a-boo.
Peek-a-boo
He went right up side the head of my favorite baby seal
He went whap!
With a lead-filled snow shoe
An' he hit him on the nose 'n he hit him on the fin 'n he...
That got me just about as evil
As an Eskimo boy can be... so I bent down 'n I reached down 'n I scooped down
An' I gathered up a generous mitten full of the deadly...
Yellow snow
The deadly Yellow Snow from right there where the huskies go
Whereupon I proceeded to take that mitten full
Of the deadly Yellow Snow Crystals
And rub it all into his beady little eyes
With a vigorous circular motion
Hitherto unknown to the people on this area,
But destined to take the place of THE MUD SHARK
In your mythology
Here it goes now...
The circular motion... (rub it)...
(Here Fido... Here Fido)
And then, in a fit of anger, I...
I pounced
And I pounced again
Great googly-moogly
I jumped up 'n down on the chest of the...
I injured the fur trapper
Well, he was very upset, as you can understand
And rightly so
Because
The deadly Yellow Snow Crystals
Had deprived him of his sight
And he stood up
And he looked around
And he said:
I can't see
(Do... Do do-do do do do... Yeah!)
I can't see
(Do... Do do-do do do do... Yeah!)
Oh woe is me
(Do... Do do-do do do do... Yeah!)
I can't see
(Do... Do do-do do do do... Well!)
No no
I can't see
No... I...
He took a dog-doo sno-cone
An' stuffed it in my right eye
He took a dog-doo sno-cone
An' stuffed it in my other eye
An' the huskie wee-wee,
I mean the doggie wee-wee
Has blinded me
An' I can't see
Temporarily
Well the fur trapper
Stood there
With his arms outstretched
Across the frozen white wasteland
Trying to figure out what he's gonna do
About his deflicted eyes
And it was at that precise moment that he remembered
An ancient Eskimo legend
Wherein it is written
On whatever it is that they write it on up there
That if anything bad ever happens to your eyes
As a result of some sort of conflict
With anyone named Nanook
The only way you can get it fixed up
Is to go trudgin' across the tundra...
Mile after mile
Trudgin' across the tundra...
Right down to the parish of Saint Alfonzo...
- Frank Zappa
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It is only with the heart that one can see rightly,
what is essential is invisible to the eye.
{ Antoine Saint-Exupéry }
A quote from one of my favorite books - The Little Prince.
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Special thanks to Maternal Lens for choosing my Paris photo
as Photo of the Day (for Monday). It was such an honor. =)
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Thank you for all your comments, faves, visits, and inspiration. =) XO
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No huge graphics please. Thanks!
An evening excursion towards the Harrogate area wielded some reasonably interesting shots. Wrongly or rightly, I've gone for this as the project pic.
Two tones and blue lights today in Wellington.
Someone needed help - I hope they were OK.
The term "fast movers" was is military slang for air support by fast jets. it seems to have started in the Korean war but was certainly in common use during the Vietnam war.
it seemed appropriate today as this was the fastest thing on the street - and rightly so.
Its a travesty of justice that these guys have to strike to try and get a fair wage.
If you have ever needed them you wouldn't quibble.
worth a few minutes to watch (if you have the nerve).
999 response on motorway through a TPAC exercise.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=if6GD9OAp88
Greatest of respect for these guys and gals.
I suppose you could say that poetry runs in my family - although it's unlikely anyone other than me would ever find themselves saying any such thing. My father's uncle is/was W.H. Davies; a Welsh poet who was rightly overshadowed by his contemporary, Dylan Thomas. I have sporadically written poems since my teenage 'angst years' and the other day I composed a short ditty 'On Photography.' One of my nieces is a real poet who often writes poems to accompany my photographs which I then attach to the photo's description. There are dozens of them by now all of which are included in an album entitled 'Photos w Poetry, Music, Lyrics and More' which can be viewed here: www.flickr.com/photos/canadapt/albums/72157718175008721
I emailed my poem 'On Photography' to my niece who emailed back to me - literally within minutes - a poetic rejoinder to my verse. Both poems are included below.
I have chosen a street shot taken years ago in Lisbon to accompany the poems. The title for the picture is - of course - from a Dylan song. www.youtube.com/watch?v=qPRzHqAEpZk
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'On Photography'
My shutter finger travels to the sun and back
In one sixtieth of a second
Or a fraction more
Or a fraction less
With an eye wide open at once
Or squinting to take it all in
Looking at length and then
Wide afield and then
Up close
Through rose coloured glass.
My vision ... coloured
My thoughts ... black and white
My thinking ... dark and light
Say what I see
See what I mean
Do you?
It doesn't really matter
To me
Either way
Except to me
Either way ... it matters.
@M. Hill (2022)
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'Picture This'
“Picture this!” he proclaimed for all to see,
And then posted it for all to see.
“Do you see what I see?” he dared
To all who might care as he cared.
“Do you care to see as I see?” he asked,
“Or would you be overtaxed?”
So the photographer wends his camera lens
At sights to him that make the worthiest sense,
Afar, near, up or down, it is all there
In detail or a blur, his soul’s laid bare.
Colour, light or not, or shadow’s cast
Contour and texture are all contrast.
Rose coloured or stark, whatever that vision be,
Whomever pictures this, is free to see.
@C. Hill (2022)
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The view is from near Wath Bridge with High Bishopside in the background in Nidderdale, North Yorkshire.
The path through the gate is a re-routed section of the Nidderdale Way which drops from Heathfield to Wath Bridge where you then walk on the side of Gouthwaite reservoir instead of walking on the road to Ramsgill. Not sure how "official" this is but signs are in place but no alteration shows on the OS maps at present. It is a safer option.
Rightly proud of its place within the Dales, Nidderdale is for many the favourite Dale. It truly deserves its status as an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty, with its stunning moorland scenery and tapestry of lush green meadows
Happy Fence Friday (HFF)
Once upon a time this would have rightly been described as a chalk hill figure. The Westbury White Horse appears to date from around the 1740s and is thought to be the oldest of the Wiltshire white horses. According to Wikipedia it was restored in 1778, an action which may have obliterated another horse that had occupied the same slope as there is an engraving dating from the 1760s showing a horse facing in the opposite direction. The horse was concreted over in the 1950s, apparently to save on long term maintenance costs.
The horse is carved on the side of a slope of the Bratton Downs at the site of Bratton Camp, an iron age hill fort.
Explored 2020-08-07, #363
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupery
As I walked along a path, I heard a call which was familiar, but I hadn't heard it for some years! Bee eaters! I looked up and 4 or 5 flew over.
A short while later, more flew by! I then discovered a deep recess in the dunes which was quite rightly fenced off, where these stunning birds were nesting!
Very distant shot, so zero detail/definition, but what a sight!! Spent some time there watching their comings and goings! Not a bird I expected to see nesting in Brittany!
Pointe de la Torche - Finistère
Corno del Renon prides itself with the prettiest 360° view in South Tyrol - and rightly so! “For who wishes to see all of Tyrol at one sight shall climb these heights”, thus wrote Ludwig Purtscheller, mountaineer of the later 19th century, about Rittner Horn/Corno del Renon. And, if you’ve ever experienced the vastness that opens in front of you up there, if you’ve ever felt that rush of goosebumps at the sight of so much unfiltered beauty, you will surely agree with Purtscheller: The view at the top here reaches 360° to the horizon and back - absolutely open, clear and unobstructed. The onlooker’s eyes roam from the Dolomites - UNESCO World Heritage Site – spreading in one arch from southeast to south, over the summits of Peitlerkofel/Sass de Putia to the Geißlerspitzen/Gruppo delle Odle peaks, to Schlern/Sciliar and further on over Rosengarten/Catinaccio to Latemar all the way to Schwarzhorn/Corno Nero and Weißhorn/Corno Bianco.
Corno del Renon гордится самым красивым видом на 360 ° в Южном Тироле - и это правильно! «Ибо тот, кто хочет увидеть весь Тироль с одного взгляда, поднимется на эти высоты», - так писал Людвиг Пурчеллер, альпинист конца 19-го века, о Риттнер-Хорн / Корно-дель-Ренон. И, если вы когда-либо испытывали необъятность, которая открывается перед вами там, если вы когда-либо чувствовали прилив гусиной кожи при виде такой нефильтрованной красоты, вы наверняка согласитесь с Пурччеллером: вид сверху здесь достигает 360 ° к горизонту и обратно - абсолютно открытый, чистый и беспрепятственный. Глаза наблюдателя бродят от Доломитовых Альп - объекта всемирного наследия ЮНЕСКО - простираются в одной арке с юго-востока на юг, над вершинами Пейтлеркофель / Сасс-де-Путия до вершин Гейслерспитцен / Группо делле Одле, до Шлерна / Шилиар и далее по Розенгартену / Катиначчо до Латемара вплоть до Шварцхорна / Корно Неро и Вайсхорна / Корно Бьянко.
Spotted Lake is a saline endorheic alkali lake that evaporates during the hot summers, leaving mineral deposits between pools. The various colours are due to the mineral composition - largely magnesium sulphate, but also calcium and sodium sulphates and a dozen more. The lake sits on First Nations land, acquired some years ago from private ownership. Although fenced off - and rightly so - from the general public, good views of it can be obtained from Highway 3, west of Osoyoos, British Columbia (Canada). I used the Nikon VR 70-200mm with polarizer for this shot.
Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission © 2013 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
The beauty of God, ‘so ancient and so fresh’, is a constant theme of Augustine’s. It is the vision of an indescribable loveliness that calls our hearts out of darkness, breaking down the barriers of false love, rightly ordering those desires and impulses by which we live. In the City of God (XV. 22), Augustine quotes from the Song of Songs (2. 4): ‘He has set love in order in me.’ This offers a ‘short and accurate definition of virtue’, as ordered love, love which recognizes and clings to what is authentically lovable and is not content with merely transient beauties.
--The Wound of Knowledge The Wound of Knowledge Christian Spirituality from the New Testament to St John of the Cross, ROWAN WILLIAMS
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Greenland by Emancipator
Windy Cross on Dartmoor is a popular spot with walkers and photographers and rightly so, it's a great spot. I went with a friend, Nick Green for his first visit, we arrived just on sunset and were blessed with some lovely light.
Disaster Point is a bend in the Yellowhead Highway as you go around the base of Roche Miette, with the Athabasca River on your north side. I always thought (as I am sure many do) that it was named 'Disaster Point' after some horrific transport truck/vehicle/human/animal collision, since this is a location of a popular salt lick for the bighorn sheep.
Tourists slow down and rightly so (and legally required, since the posted speed is reduced from the regular highway limit) but I hate to say that many truck drivers speed through recklessly.
However, Disaster Point got its name from the old days, before the base of Roche Miette was blasted and rock cleared away during railway construction. Prior to blasting and clearing, people and pack animals had a treacherous climb over the base of the mountain, alongside the Athabasca River.
As far as some historical disaster.... again, many people think there must have been some event where a number of animals and people met their demise, scrambling over the old mountain base. The true story is that Sanford Fleming, chief surveyor for the Canadian Pacific Railway, broke his whiskey flask here on the rocks... a true 'disaster' if there ever was one!
A fantastic day spent today with these amazing little characters on Skomer Island off the Pembrokeshire coast. Skomer is such a special place and quite rightly so a protected nature reserve.