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encouraging fringe-goers to get directly involved and informed of the recent shakedown at the southern.
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It is likely that you will see 1-2 compositions from me on this one, the place is stunning and deserves it. This is a cropped 3 shot pano.
This is a rare example and one of a kind, a surviving early 20th century grade 2 listed building.
Anaya & Evie Ravens
Photo taken at Ravens Studio
Photographer Bryan Ravens
Editor Ravens Studio
Sonnet 29
William Shakespeare
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Today my photo concept and mental state very much collided, and I found myself remembering a valuable lesson as I sat editing my picture. I started off rough this morning preferring to stay home than to go out in the rain an hour away and shoot. Somewhere along the way I decided I had to choose happiness instead of waiting for it, since my day wasn't getting any better on its own.
As I edited this picture I saw the irony of it, the way that we must make decisions in our lives if we expect them to get better, be filled with inspiration, or any other positive effect we hope for. The small moment to moment choices we make define who we are.
Do you search for positive moments or expect them? Do you befriend hope and happiness or do you scorn them? These were the questions I had to answer for myself this morning as I trudged through the mud. By the end I had a smile on my face, but it was not without choice and commitment to my happiness. My wish for you today is that you are committed to your positive choices.
Holy Trinity Anglican Church Radford (1901) in Clarendon, Quebec, Canada.
Radford is one of many hamlets of Clarendon, Quebec. Formerly known as Brownlee's Corners, Radford was re-christened after Capt. Walter Radford, a retired army engineer who, in recognition of his many years of service, received a government grant of 283 hectares in this area. Radford, who served as Crown Land Agent and justice of the peace, settled here in 1831. He built a grist mill in 1851.
The congregation in Radford existed as early as 1880 at which time services were held in the schoolhouse. By 1900, the schoolhouse had become too small for the congregation, and preparations were made to build a church. Holy Trinity Church, Radford was opened on June 16, 1901, and was consecrated by the Right Rev. John Cragg Farthing on October 1, 1910. The 75th anniversary was celebrated in 1976 and the centenary in 2001. Holy Trinity Church is a part of the parish of Clarendon.
Ho sceso, dandoti il braccio, almeno un milione di scale
e ora che non ci sei è il vuoto ad ogni gradino.
Anche così è stato breve il nostro lungo viaggio.
Il mio dura tuttora, né più mi occorrono
le coincidenze, le prenotazioni,
le trappole, gli scorni di chi crede
che la realtà sia quella che si vede.
Ho sceso milioni di scale dandoti il braccio
non già perchè con quattr'occhi forse si vede di più.
Con te le ho scese perchè sapevo che di noi due
le sole vere pupille, sebbene tanto offuscate,
erano le tue.
- Eugenio Montale, Satura, Xenia II -
Snatch the present hour, fear the last
The assortment following is from a collection of more than 2000 mottoes collected by sundial maker James Stewart, a whitesmith who worked in Invercargill, New Zealand and made more than 200 sundials before his death in 1933. (James Stewart was the great grandfather of Bruce Christie, Palmerston North, New Zealand. (bruce @greenplant.co.nz) who kindly supplied this collection.
If you are the owner or know the whereabouts of any James Stewart sundials Bruce would be very pleased to hear from you.
- A day may prime thee, improve this hour.
- Moved by the light.
- A stick in time saves mine.
- On this moment hangs eternity.
- To thee that mourn the hours are slow
But with joyful swiftly go.
- The gliding hour flies on its fitful wings.
- Come boys now's the hour.
- Learn ze, years pass by like running water.
- Snatch the present hour, fear the last.
- As a shadow such is life.
- Look at me and pass on.
- By the shadow shall I mark time.
- Be thankful, watch, pray and work.
- The sun who guides the heavenly bodies produces the shade.
- Come light visit me.
- Count all the hours lost which are not accompanied by some worthy
deed.
- With the shadow nothing, without the shadow nothing.
- To God alone be the glory.
- Learn to live and die well.
- The Lord is my light.
- Perhaps the last.
- Go your way into His courts with thanksgiving.
- Let the slight shadow teach thee wisdom
- Evil be to him who thinks evil thereof.
- I count bright hours only.
- I tell only sunny hours.
- I am a shadow, so art thou,
I mark the time, dost thou?
- Amidst the flowers I tell the hours.
- The clock the time may wrongly tell,
I never if the sun shines well.
- Time flies, eternity draws near.
- Lead kindly light.
- Let not the sun go down on your wrath.
- Let others tell of storms and showers,
I tell only sunny hours.
- Light is the shadow of God.
- Night comes when no man can work.
- Like a true fireman, I am always ready.
- He hath made his choice aright,
who counted but the hours of light.
- Till the day dawn and the shadows flee away.
- My time is in thy hand.
- Man wants but little here below,
nor wants that little wrong.
- Only as I abide in the light of heaven
do I fulfil the will of my maker.
- They pass by and are scorned.
- So passes the glory of the world.
- The sun guides me the shadows gone.
- Tak tent o'time, ere time be tint.
- Time passes as a shadow.
- Time flies, death urges, knells call, heaven invites.
- With warning hand I mark times rapid flight,
From life's glad morning to its solemn night.
Yet through the dear God's love, I also show,
There's light above me by the shade below.
- When thou dost look upon my face,
To learn the time of day:
Think how my shadow keeps its pace,
As thy life flies away.
Take, mortal this advice from me
And so resolve to spend
They life on earth, that heaven shall be
Thy home when time shall end.
- I stand amid the summer flowers
To tell the passage of the hours.
When winter steals the flowers away
I tell the passing of their day.
Man whose flesh is but as grass
Like summer flowers thy life shall pass
While time is thine lay up in store
And thou shalt live for evermore.
Part 2 of the official LXN feature. Today, we're taking the versatile Louis Skin (shown here in 'Rio') and dragging it through the mosh pit.
Full disclosure: As an official blogger, I received this skin from LXN. As always, opinions are my own, and I only feature what's good.
The Louis skin holds up perfectly as a base for this heavily inked and scarred look. Layered it up with the killer Squid Trash tattoos from Garden of Ku, S-RANK face ink, the new Bati Moustache from Physique X at Manhood and a full face of attitude from Traume, Fewness, and DAE.
The fit is pure, unapologetic punk: Sex Symbol baby tee, HeatGear compression tights from KLN SZN Finished with the intense Mayhem Eyes from Gloom.
LXN proves their skins can handle anything you throw at them.
— C R E D I T S —
▸ Skin: LXN LOUIS EVOX - Rio (NB)
▸ Eyes: Gloom - Mayhem Eyes ▸ Hairbase: Not Found - Louis Hairbase
▸ Facial Hair: PHYSIQUE X - Bati-Moustache // S-RANK "ABDUL" STUBBLE (Assumption based on previous posts)
▸ Tattoos: Garden of Ku "Squid Trash" // LEGACY_Tattoo "Squid Trash" // S-RANK "SCORN" FACE TATTOO
▸ Top: KLN SZN Sex Symbol Baby Tee (Legacy)
▸ Bottoms: KLN SZN HeatGear Compression Tights (Legacy)
▸ Body Hair: Physique X - BH003 & BH004 Collections // [ Pheromone ] Bush Blender
▸ Piercings: Fewness - Thick Sphere Septum Piercing // Little Fish (Avril , ChezzaBite) [Traume] Dissociative Earrings Right // traume - Desomorphine_ Earrings_Left // DAE Piercings ▸ Rings: [Traume] Slava Koba Rings_Legacy M.Left
▸ Body Details: PICASSO HOMME Addons (Chest, Butt, Veins) // VELOUR "CHAD" ADDONs // S-RANK (Pores, Shading, etc.) // Not Found (Frown Line) //
▸ Head: LeLutka EvoX FORD 4.0
▸ Poses: STUN POSE: Alan
I Dream a World
by Langston Hughes (1901-1967)
“I dream a world where man
No other man will scorn,
Where love will bless the earth
And peace its paths adorn
I dream a world where all
Will know sweet freedom's way,
Where greed no longer saps the soul
Nor avarice blights our day.
A world I dream where black or white,
Whatever race you be,
Will share the bounties of the earth
And every man is free,
Where wretchedness will hang its head
And joy, like a pearl,
Attends the needs of all mankind-
Of such I dream, my world!”
Rosa Parks (1913-2005) occupies an iconic status in the civil rights movement after she refused to vacate a seat on a bus in favor of a white passenger in Montgomery, Alabama. In 1955, Parks rejected a bus driver's order to leave a row of four seats in the "colored" section once the white section had filled up and move to the back of the bus.
Her defiance sparked a successful boycott of buses in Montgomery a few days later. Residents refused to board the city's buses. Instead they carpooled, rode in Black-owned cabs, or walked, some as far as 20 miles. The boycott dealt a severe blow to the bus company's profits as dozens of public buses stood idle for months. The boycott was led by a newcomer to Montgomery named Martin Luther King, Jr.
In her autobiography, Rosa Parks: My Story (1992), Parks declares her defiance was an intentional act: "I was not tired physically, or no more tired than I usually was at the end of a working day. I was not old, although some people have an image of me as being old then. I was 42. No, the only tired I was, was tired of giving in."
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The Richardson's Ground Squirrel, commonly - and erroneously - referred to in these parts as a "gopher", is universally held in contempt by the agricultural community. And not without reason: their incessant hole-digging activity does present a hazard to domestic stock. No one wants their horse to stumble, break a leg, toss its rider. Agreed. Pest.
They are also a mainstay in the lower links of the food chain. If there's a predator or raptor on the northern prairie that doesn't dine on ground squirrels, I don't know of it. Hawks, owls, eagles, coyotes, badgers, and other prairie carnivores all take their turn at the gopher buffet. Remove the little rodents from the chain and there would be decidedly fewer of all the above. Whether that would be a "good thing" can be debated, and you can guess where I stand on that: we need biodiversity on the prairie, as elsewhere. Remove the last vestiges of the wild and we end up impoverished in ways that we can scarcely imagine. We also tip the balance further toward our own demise. Example: spraying crops relentlessly with whatever poisons are governmentally sanctioned to get rid of insect pests has resulted in a worldwide decline in honey bee and other insect populations. Our crops cannot be pollinated without insects. Lose the pollinators and we all die. I know, it's a compressed and simple argument, and I don't have the space to expand on it here, but it is backed up by proper studies in addition to common sense.
This brings us back to the much scorned, ubiquitous little rodents that seem to have "Born to Die" tattooed on their foreheads. They will sit in the middle of the highway watching as you approach them at 100 kph; if you swerve to avoid one - which you should never do - they are as likely as not to dart directly beneath your wheel at the very last split second. Road kill for some hawk. Sad but inevitable. When I moved here in 2000, an annual event was the father-son gopher kill contest, with prizes given for the most bodies turned in at the end of the designated weekend. Thankfully that has been shelved; any time we turn killing into a party, we desensitize ourselves a little further, strip a little more of our humanity away. Killing, when it must be done, should be done with at least a trace of respect.
An old rancher I used to know once told me, "Well, I shoot every coyote that comes in my yard. But, y'know, I'd miss 'em if they all disappeared." I said, "You've got a real contradiction going there." And he laughed and agreed with me. Imagine a prairie without its wild denizens, without its hawks and songbirds in summer, without its bees and lacewings and - yes - grasshoppers. How impoverished it would feel. The lowly ground squirrel is part of that. Are we capable of inhabiting a place without completely denaturing it, remaking it to suit our economic ends in the short term, at the expense of long term health? I don't know. The "gopher" in this photo has dug out of its winter den to survey the thawing world in early spring. Already bare patches are revealing last year's grass and perhaps the first new, green shoots. Take self-interest out of the equation, and he's actually pretty cute!
Photographed near Val Marie, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission © 2018 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
Let me arise and open the gate, to breathe
the wild warm air of the heath,
And to let in Love, and to let out Hate,
And anger at living and scorn of Fate,
To let in Life, and to let out Death
An image of the National Theatre, situated on the South Bank, London, UK.
The building was designed by architects Sir Denys Lasdun and Peter Softley and structural engineers Flint & Neill and contains three stages, which opened individually between 1976 and 1977. The construction work was carried out by Sir Robert McAlpine.
The building is designed in a 'Brutalist' style, and is now, despite it only being completed in the late 1970's, is a grade II listed structure. The building has had scorn and praise heaped upon it in equal measure. Prince Charles practicably hated it saying "a clever way of building a nuclear power station in the middle of London without anyone objecting". Sir John Betjeman (who you would have thought would't be his up of tea), loved it saying "It is a lovely work and so good from so many angles...it has that inevitable and finished look that great work does".
I really like it, it's wonderful for photography, I would have liked to have got images of it a night, but due to time constraint's (and rain!) couldn't, I would have like to have got some interior shots too, but they wouldn't let me in with my DSLR, as the security guy said 'your kit looks suspiciously professional!".
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~I'm feeling scorned,
Fires from Hell,
You say you’re a God man,
So what? I’m the devil herself.
Alpha playing beta not to upset your ego,
Kept inside a cage because the power too real,
Tried to tell me that I’m nothing and to know my worth,
Well big bad daddy, I’m a wolf yea,
So pleased to meet you,
Now, you know my name,
Mother Destroyer, yea one and the same,
Mr Preacher time to give up the throne,
I’m the master now, damn its good to be home,
Just call me Alpha.
Will you bite the hand that feeds and,
Will you stay down on your knees and,
Now you know my name for real yea,
Now you know me, now you know.
So pleased to meet you,
Now, you know my name,
Mother Destroyer, yea one and the same,
Mr Preacher time to give up the throne,
I’m the master now, damn its good to be home,
Just call me Alpha,
Damn, its good to be home,
Just call me Alpha,
Damn, its good to be home,
Just call me Alpha,
Damn, its good to be home,
Just call me Alpha,
Damn, its good to be home.
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Alpha - Little Destroyer
Eyam, in the middle of Derbyshire's Peak District, is most famous for having suffered badly from the plague in 1665/66 and voluntarily shutting itself off from the rest of the world so that the plague did not spread further. Apparently it arrived in a bale of cloth from London which arrived damp and was heated to dry it out. In doing this the bubonic plague bacteria were released and the infection soon spread. In total some 260 villagers died, double the death rate of those in London. This is the centre of the village with the market hall having the gaily painted doors on the left.
The stocks in the foreground were used in medieval times as a form of physical punishment involving public humiliation. The stocks partially immobilized victims, whose feet were locked in them, and they were exposed to the scorn of those who passed by. This scorn was commonly represented by throwing rotten food at the victim.
It lures you like a polite stranger,
then warms up to you like an old friend,
it will violently lash you about like a scorned love,
and after it's had its way with you it will lift you higher then your most wicked drug only to lower you lovingly like a feather on a soft breeze.
This is Beethoven's Ghost to me. Thank you, Trish for compelling me to listen to it again. It's a good day for it along with your lovely gestures.
after many years of hiding form the public's scorn Jar Jar Binks felt it was safe to come back - how wrong he was !
The former Radford United Church (1906) in Clarendon, Quebec, Canada.
On June 10, 1925, 70% of Presbyterian churches in Canada, the Methodist Church (of) Canada, and the Congregational Union of Canada entered into a union to form the United Church of Canada.
Prior to the formation of the United Church of Canada, this church was known as the Ebenezer Methodist Church (aka: Old Ebenezer Methodist Church).
See: www.patrimoine-culturel.gouv.qc.ca/rpcq/detail.do?methode...
That being said, my research indicates that there was a church with this very same name in Clarendon, in Radford, bearing the name Ebenezer Methodist Church, that was built around the mid 1900s. So perhaps the former once existed at this very location.
I have found no indications that this church is active, save for burials and funeral services.
Listen: www.youtube.com/watch?v=8VF4P9D1Nuw
Today marks another trip around the sun for me—the end of one means the start of another. I shot this self-portrait with the help of my love, Adric Knight, during a camping trip a few weeks ago up on Mt. Rainier, one of the most beautiful places on the planet. I've been steeped in a deep, omnipresent depression for a few years now, but lately, I can feel myself lifting out of the mire, *finally*. I wanted an image that depicted how it's felt to rise up once more—to feel the kiss of sunlight and the brisk wind and to recognize the beauty in this place.
Life is fleeting, yes, but those words tend to feel empty and redundant. So I'll try to describe how those words hold deeper meaning for me these days than they did five and more years ago...
When I was in my early twenties, I was caught up in a terrible relationship that fed on my very spirit. I wasn't making art. In fact, I'd given up on the idea of ever being an artist—despite having growing up with a pencil and paper in hand for the entirety of my childhood—and resigned myself to simple office work for a state-run company. I was miserable. I had no friends to speak of. I was being dominated in an unhealthy, abusive situation, and I had just enough energy to get myself up in the morning and go to my day job, followed by my evening job, trying to keep up with bills. I put myself through community college, which gave me a spark of hope and began to remind me that deep down, I'm an artist. Still, I persevered in an unhappy marriage and continued to sell myself short by not freeing myself from the entrapments and damage of those closest to me.
Eventually, I got out. Escaping this situation was no small feat. And I do mean escaping. Slowly, over the years, I tended to the wreckage that was my life. It was hard to watch myself starting over again, from the beginning, with a wounded heart and spirit, feeling so incredibly destitute and dealing with the harm that had been caused for years to come (truly, dealing with it even now, all this time later). And yet, the freedom I had gained invigorated and intoxicated me to no end. Just what I needed at the time.
It wasn't until a few years later that I picked up a used camera, on a whim, and began taking photos... Suddenly, I was impassioned. I realized that this camera wasn't just a tool and means of expression—it was a lifeline.
One of my favorite sayings is "The way out is through." The past few weeks, this saying has been ringing in my head as a mantra. Reclaiming myself as an artist and using this means of expression has been my way through. And the journey continues on—there's still so much damage to work through. Deep inside me, there's still a small girl who was neglected and scorned and abused. I know the *only* way to help her is by moving through the years and reassuring her that it will be okay because it IS okay now.
Life is fleeting. This is what I mean when I say those words. No matter our damage, we make choices to end up wherever it is we are now. No matter how trapped we may feel, we can find the way back to ourselves, if we push hard enough. Every day is a new opportunity to be grateful for the smell of the rain on the air, the sparkling dew on grass blades, the simple, complex prospect of being alive. What a gift. I don't intend to waste it. I've come too far and fought too damn hard to allow myself to stay steeped in wallowing self-doubt and depression. I embrace this next trip around the sun with clarity, an open heart, and a resilience I've earned over many years of hard-won battles. To this year, and many to follow. But especially: to art. <3
Ho sceso, dandoti il braccio, almeno un milione di scale
e ora che non ci sei è il vuoto ad ogni gradino.
Anche così è stato breve il nostro lungo viaggio.
Il mio dura tuttora, né più mi occorrono
le coincidenze, le prenotazioni,
le trappole, gli scorni di chi crede
che la realtà sia quella che si vede
Ho sceso milioni di scale dandoti il braccio
non già perché con quattr’occhi forse si vede di più.
Con te le ho scese perché sapevo che di noi due
le sole vere pupille, sebbene tanto offuscate,
erano le tue
Montale
Does the bee care what happens
After it had its fill of the flower…...
Am I the wasted flower and
you the bee….
Be careful,dear
Love is a double edged sword,
It can pierce with love
or it can enter with hate.
You heard the words often
“Hell hath no fury like a women scorned’
hear the words now…
“Revenge has no face like the women deceived”
Think well Dear, Think twice
it is your life in the making…
Lest you have to look over
your shoulder again and once more.
Title credit to Sir Issac Assimov
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I give my broken heart away, knowing it’s a dangerous game to play. I love hard, can you blame me?
Patch me up, I’m ready for another heartache !
Holy Trinity Anglican Church Radford (1901) in Clarendon, Quebec, Canada.
Radford is one of many hamlets of Clarendon, Quebec. Formerly known as Brownlee's Corners, Radford was re-christened after Capt. Walter Radford, a retired army engineer who, in recognition of his many years of service, received a government grant of 283 hectares in this area. Radford, who served as Crown Land Agent and justice of the peace, settled here in 1831. He built a grist mill in 1851.
The congregation in Radford existed as early as 1880 at which time services were held in the schoolhouse. By 1900, the schoolhouse had become too small for the congregation, and preparations were made to build a church. Holy Trinity Church, Radford was opened on June 16, 1901, and was consecrated by the Right Rev. John Cragg Farthing on October 1, 1910. The 75th anniversary was celebrated in 1976 and the centenary in 2001. Holy Trinity Church is a part of the parish of Clarendon.
The barn at Taliesin, Frank Lloyd Wright's Wisconsin homestead that served as his base of operations for many years, included this very unique barn, scorned by local farmers sue to it's all in one design. Taliesin is built on his family property where Franks spent his days as a young child, working the farm and daydreaming under a tree on the hillside that later became the location for Taleisin, one of America's most significant homes, and a work in progress for Frank from 1911 until hs death in 1959 Nestled in the hillside along side the Wisconsin River, the surrounding hills and valleys are a spectacular view.
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