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Sikh devotees doing Sewa by cleaning plates, cups and spoons in the Singh Sabha Gurudwara in Bengaluru.
- have seen this postcard was a 1908 postmark...features a cheerful greeting from Santa Claus, accompanied by a charming collection of toys. The number "1166" at the bottom right might be a series number related to their collections.
This is a vintage Christmas postcard featuring Father Christmas. The card depicts Father Christmas in traditional red robes, carrying a horse-on-wheels and other toys in his side pocket. The text at the bottom simply reads "A MERRY CHRISTMAS."
Theme: The card depicts an old-world Father Christmas figure in a long red robe and hat adorned with holly. He carries a toy horse on wheels and has dolls tucked into his pocket, illustrating the traditional benevolent gift-bringer role.
"Old World Father Christmas" refers to the diverse traditional European depictions of the gift-giver that existed before the standardized, jolly, portly American Santa Claus popularized by Coca-Cola advertising in the 1930s. The image in the postcard above is a good example of this older style. Key characteristics of Old World Santa imagery include: Varied Appearance: Unlike the single modern image, Old World Santas varied widely in appearance depending on the region and period. They were depicted as everything from a "tall gaunt man" to an "elflike figure" or a pious, strict figure. Diverse Attire: Robes and clothing colors were not always the now-standard red fur-trimmed suit. They might wear bishop's robes (reflecting the original St. Nicholas), fur-lined robes in green, blue, or brown, and different hats, often a tall mitre or hooded hat instead of a soft cap. The Santa in the image above is wearing a hooded red robe, not a full suit. Accessories: They were often depicted with a walking stick or staff, and sometimes a simple rope or cord belt instead of a modern leather belt. Origin in St. Nicholas: These figures are generally based on the historical Saint Nicholas, a 4th-century Greek bishop known for his generosity and gift-giving to the poor, who is the original inspiration for the legend. Focus on Tradition: The term is now used commercially to describe decorations and art that evoke this vintage, Victorian or European style, emphasizing historical or regional traditions and a sense of nostalgia.
Wearing holly in his cap or as a crown was a very common element of traditional "Old World" Father Christmas depictions, especially in England.
Here is more detail on the tradition: Pagan Origins: The tradition has roots in pre-Christian Celtic and Roman winter solstice festivals, where people (including priests and chieftains) wore holly wreaths or crowns to symbolize eternal life, ward off evil spirits, and celebrate the return of spring. The "Holly King" in Celtic legend, a precursor to Santa, was depicted wearing a crown of holly.
Traditional English Father Christmas: In medieval and early modern England, Father Christmas embodied the spirit of midwinter merriment and nature. He was frequently illustrated with a green hooded cloak and a wreath or sprigs of holly, ivy, or mistletoe on his head, linking him to the evergreen nature of the season.
Christian Symbolism: As Christianity merged with older traditions, the holly's sharp leaves came to symbolize Christ's crown of thorns, and the red berries his blood, making it a prominent religious symbol.
Transition to Modern Santa: Even as the American-influenced Santa Claus image grew in popularity during the Victorian era and early 20th century, many depictions of Father Christmas still included holly, though the full crown became less common and was often replaced with a simple sprig or hood, as seen in your postcard. This incorporation of holly made it a classic visual identifier for the traditional European gift-giver and festive figure.
Symbolism of the Toy Horse - Childhood Joy and Play: The primary symbolism is that of childhood innocence, happiness, and the simple pleasure of receiving a gift at Christmas. The toy horse was a classic children's item across centuries.
Aspiration and Imagination: Horses have long been symbols of strength, freedom, nobility, and adventure. For a child, a toy horse was a means to engage in imaginative play, allowing them to envision themselves on journeys, emulating adults, and exploring their own bravery.
Family Status and Affluence: During the late 19th and early 20th centuries, a well-crafted wooden rocking horse or pull-toy, often with detailed carvings, real horsehair tails, and leather saddles, was considered a luxury item. Its presence in the image suggests a family of means that valued traditional, quality toys, reflecting the family's prosperity and good taste.
The Act of Giving: In the context of Santa Claus holding it, the toy horse represents Santa as the benevolent gift-giver, carrying the dreams and material wishes of children, and ensuring that children have the opportunity for play and recreation.
In essence, the toy horse in this vintage image is more than just a toy; it is a powerful nostalgic symbol of an idealized childhood and the enduring values of hope and connection during the holiday season.
Symbolism Explained:
Sack of Toys: The sack (or basket) is a universal symbol of the gift-giver's generosity. In older, European traditions (such as those involving figures like Krampus or Belsnickel), the sack sometimes served a dual purpose: carrying toys for good children, but also threatening to carry off or punish the naughty ones, embodying a "carrot-and-stick" approach to child discipline.
Doll: Dolls were a very popular and desirable Christmas gift for girls in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, designed to teach them about motherhood and domesticity, reflecting the societal values of the time. Its presence signifies a gift for a good girl and highlights the innocence of childhood.
Horn (Trumpet): The toy horn, or trumpet, was another common and simple toy that was popular with children of that era. It represents simple joy, play, and often announced the arrival of Santa or the general festivity of the season.
Thick Rope Belt (Cincture): The rope belt, often called a cincture, has significant religious symbolism, linking the secular Santa figure back to his origins as the historical Saint Nicholas. It is directly inspired by the simple rope belts worn by Catholic religious orders, particularly the Franciscans. This choice of simple attire over a fine leather belt was a symbol of the vow of poverty and humility taken by these holy figures, a clear example of their precepts. It grounds the magical figure in a tradition of pious giving and selflessness. These elements work together to paint a picture of a traditional, humble, and generous figure rooted deeply in both Christian and folk traditions, before the modern standardized image took hold.
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Postcard publisher: The postcard publisher in 1908 was primarily known as Robbins Brothers (or Robbins Bros. or The Robbins Bros. Co.), based in Boston, Massachusetts. Some sources also mention the name as H.I. Robbins or M.I. Robbins, suggesting a potential individual name behind the business or different branches/divisions.
Key details about the publisher: Location: Boston, Massachusetts. Active Period: The company was active during the "Divided Back" era of postcards (c. 1907–1915), with many postcards postmarked or published around 1907-1908.
Printing Location: Many of their postcards, particularly the view cards, were "Printed in Germany," which was common for high-quality lithograph postcards of that time.
Products: They published a wide variety of postcards, including:
US State & Town views.
Holiday greetings (e.g., Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter).
Embossed and gilt postcards.
Artistic and romantic themed cards.
Notable Works: They are known for their "Quality Line" postcards and published numerous view cards of towns, cities, and specific landmarks, such as railroad depots and local streets. Many of their postcards were manufactured in Germany, a common practice at the time for high-quality printing.
La Iglesia Franciscana del barrio Ybaroty fue construída hacia 1944 y se trata de una verdadera obra de arte. Es producto del trabajo desinteresado y sacrificado de Don Vicente Benítez Vera, impulsada por los padres Carlos Anasagasti y Pedro Zubizarreta; hasta que se convirtió en el resultado de un proceso que comenzó en 1939 cuando los Franciscanos retornaron. Está inspirada en la arquitectura medieval europea combinando el románico con el gótico, estilos en los cuales tiene gran influencia. Una verdadera evocación a la cultura y religiosidad. (bienvenidoaparaguay.com)
The Franciscan Church of the Ybaroty neighborhood was built around 1944 and it is a true work of art. It is the product of the selfless and sacrificial work of Don Vicente Benítez Vera, promoted by priests Carlos Anasagasti and Pedro Zubizarreta; until it became the result of a process that began in 1939 when the Franciscans returned. It is inspired by European medieval architecture combining Romanesque with Gothic, styles in which it has great influence. A true evocation of culture and religiosity.
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I did not take these photos. They were on a Facebook post I saw today along with the following narrative. I was so moved by it that I decided to share it here, too.
"I saw these images on @timkennedymma feed. Please, look at each one. Pause, give them your consideration. America’s exceptional armed forces have altered the course of the world for the better. From the Union Army defeating slave owning confederates, to the Greatest Generation and her Allies vanquishing the Nazis or our special operators hunting down the perpetrators of 9/11. We count the names of each fallen solider lest they be countless. They are the good guys. They run to the sound of gunfire. They know pain and suffering we never will. They have given us the most free and decent society planet earth has ever seen. We run the risk of losing that decency when we fail to instill gratitude in the minds of our youth or the perspective of what it actually means to be free- should they never learn of the selfless sacrifice of our armed service members in the face of oppressive evil. So join me in showing support for our fallen. Take a quiet moment to really consider the sacrifice. And if you use the comments section on posts like this to bitch and moan about America please understand there are countries in the world where criticizing your government will get you killed or imprisoned. Criticism is a right and necessity in amending the flawed systems of man. So by all means, let your voice be heard. But never forget your right to free expression is paid for in blood. May God give their souls rest, and may they live in our memories this weekend and always."
Mavis Henslow was a woman of exceptional lineage, descended from a long line of noteworthy individuals. Her 25th great-great grandfather was none other than the renowned English theatre proprietor and manager of the Elizabethan Age, Philip Henslowe. Such a heritage bestowed upon Mavis a connection to the arts and the power of expression.
Despite her impressive lineage, Mavis faced societal limitations as a woman in her time. Born into an era when gender roles were rigidly defined, she encountered numerous obstacles that restricted her aspirations. However, Mavis possessed an unwavering spirit that refused to be stifled by these constraints.
Mavis received her education from a dedicated governess who recognised her thirst for knowledge and the innate intelligence that resided within her. Through the governess's guidance, Mavis embarked on a journey of learning and self-discovery, delving into various subjects that ignited her curiosity.
As Mavis grew older, she discovered her gift for healing and became fascinated by spiritualism. Her studies and experiences led her to develop profound abilities in these realms, transcending the boundaries of traditional understanding. Mavis could perceive energies, offer solace to those in pain, and provide comfort to the spiritually seeking.
With her remarkable abilities, Mavis had the potential to become a world-renowned figure in the field of healing and spiritualism. Yet, she chose a different path, one that was characterised by privacy and humility. Mavis shunned the allure of fame and the accompanying public adulation, preferring instead to focus on her purpose, helping others without seeking personal acclaim.
Throughout her life, Mavis dedicated herself to aiding those in need, utilising her healing talents and spiritual insights to bring solace and enlightenment to countless individuals. Her gentle demeanour, compassionate nature, and profound wisdom made her a cherished figure within her community.
While Mavis's contributions to the world may not have garnered global recognition, the lives she touched, the souls she healed, and the minds she inspired were immeasurable. She left an indelible mark on the hearts of those who had the privilege of knowing her.
Mavis's extraordinary journey serves as a testament to the power of determination, resilience, and selflessness. Despite the limitations placed upon her by society, she overcame obstacles and harnessed her unique gifts for the betterment of others. Mavis, an extraordinary woman, showed the world that true greatness lies not in fame or accolades but in the profound impact one has on the lives of those around them.
[A portrait of Mavis Henslow as a young girl, who was my mentor, my teacher and loving friend.]
for Flickriver - Sophie Shapiro
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🌻🌷🌸 . . The Flowers Tale . . 🌸🌷🌻
Model: Saphira & Hansen
Tale: The difference between Love and Obsession
The distinction between love and obsession lies in how you handle your affection and how you treat the thing you care about.
When you truly love a flower, you nurture and tend to it to promote its optimal growth, rather than cutting it down and possessing it.
This contrast between finding Happiness in watching it flourish and Happiness from claiming it as your own indicates your selfless or selfish inclinations towards love.
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" Possessing things obsessively and labeling them as yours doesn't define your self-worth or make you stronger. Instead, it can reveal your dependence, lack of confidence, and insecurity.
Release the urge to possess, and explore your inner strength and genuine self-worth by seeking happiness beyond ownership. Don't rely on shallow labels for validation. "
_______ Scarlett Saphira
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"The people of Latvia are thankful to the medics in Latvia and all over the world for their selfless service during the COVID-19 pandemic and have put up a monument by a famous Latvian artist to health care personnel, supported by donations of almost 20 local companies," said a release from the organizers of the initiative.
The six-meter-high sculpture "Medics to the World" shows a female medic who has just come out of the treatment room and is getting ready for her next shift.
PADDY, JAGO and DAISY-MAUD: "Hullo Scout! Hullo Emmett!"
SCOUT: "Oh! Hullo Paddy, Jago and Daisy-Maud!"
EMMETT: "Hullo Daisy-Maud, Jago and Paddy! Daisy-Maud, may I have a cuddle?"
DAISY-MAUD: "Of course you may, Emmett!" *Cuddles Emmett.*
EMMETT: "Thank you Daisy-Maud! You give the best hugs."
PADDY: "What are you doing, Scout?"
SCOUT: "Oh Emmett and I are writing our Christmas lists for Father Christmas and the Christmas Bear."
PADDY: "That is very oranised, Scout."
SCOUT: "Well, you cannot be too prepared for Father Christmas and the Christmas Bear, Paddy!" *Nods seriously.* "Especially when it comes to wishes!"
JAGO: "Scout's list looks quite long Daisy-Maud." *Peers at Scout's Christmas list.*
DAISY-MAUD: *Whispers.* "Yes, but Emmett's page is blank." *Peers at Emmett's page with concern.*
PADDY: "Let's see what is on your list, Scout." *Looks at Scout's list.* "Tutus, a Red Riding Hood teapot like Mama Kim's." *Looks at Scout in alarm.*
SCOUT: "What?!?!"
PADDY: "Daddy gave that teapot especially to Mama Kim, Scout!"
SCOUT: "Well, he should have given it to me instead, Paddy!"
*Nods emphatically.*
PADDY: "I'm not sure that is how it works, Scout."
SCOUT: "Well, it should do, Paddy." *Nods more.*
PADDY: "Well, let's keep going through your list. Tutus." *Pauses.* "Oh I think you might have made a mistake, Scout."
SCOUT: "Me!" *Horrified.* "A mistake?" *Indignant.* "Never!"
PADDY: "Well, you have listed tutus twice, Scout."
SCOUT: "No I haven't, Paddy!" *Shakes head.*
PADDY: "Yes you have, Scout, at number one and number three on your list." *Points to entries on the list with paw.*
SCOUT: "No I haven't, Paddy!" *Shakes head more.*
PADDY: "Yes you have, Scout!" *Points again.* "Look there!"
SCOUT: "I don't need to look at my list to know that I haven't listed tutus twce, Paddy!" *Shakes head.* "I have listed tutus four times! They are also at number five and number seven on my list."
PADDY: "But why, Scout? Surely once is enough."
SCOUT: "No it isn't Paddy! Father Christmas is quite ancient, like you, and the Christmas Bear is very busy helping make up for Father Christmas' ancientness! If they skim read my list they may miss that I want tutus if I only list it once."
PADDY: "Oh!" *Surprised.*
DAISY-MAUD: "Umm... Scout," *Tentatively.* "Chocolate isn't spelt like that."
SCOUT: "What?"
DAISY-MAUD: "On your list, Scout: you have spelt chocolate incorrectly."
SCOUT: "Oh pooh!" *Disappointed.* "Well, I'm sure the Christmas Bear can work out that I am asking for chocolate. He's a very smart bear, you know, Daisy-Maud."
DAISY-MAUD: "Oh I know, Scout."
JAGO: "But Emmett, your list is empty."
PADDY: "Empty, Emmett?" *Alarmed.*
EMMETT: "I know, Jago and Paddy." *Smiles happily.*
PADDY: "But why, Emmett?"
DAISY-MAUD: "Don't you want anything nice from Father Christmas and the Christmas Bear, Emmett?"
EMMETT: *Shakes head.*
JAGO: "Isn't there something you are wishing for, Emmett?"
EMMETT: "What could I possibly wish for, Jago, that I don't already have? I have everything I need, or ever wished for right here."
JAGO: "You have, Emmett?"
EMMETT: "Yes, Jago!" *Smiles broadly. "When I was in the orphanage for bears in Shropshire, I had many bear friends, and there was plenty of food to fill my grumbly tummy, so I was quite happy. However, all I wished for, juts like everybear there, was to have a Mummy or Daddy of my very own to love me and give me kisses and cuddles."
PADDY: "And now you have that with Daddy!"
EMMETT: "Yes, Paddy! I do! I'm so happy now! And if that weren't enough, I have a family with all of you, and I have a best friend in Funky at Mummy Marian's house! I have everything I have ever dreamed of, and ever so much more!"
DAISY-MAUD: "Oh Emmett!" *Tears well in eyes.* "That is so lovely! I am so touched. I shall give you another cuddle just for that!"
EMMETT: "Oh I'd like that Daisy-Maud!"
DAISY-MAUD: *Cuddles Emmett.*
SCOUT: "There must be something you want, Emmett! I can't have a full list, and you have nothing on yours!"
EMMETT: "But I just said, Scout, I don't need anything."
JAGO: "Well, perhaps you would like some sweets like Scout has on his list."
DAISY-MAUD: "Or chocolates."
PADDY: "Or tutus."
SCOUT: "Paddy no!" *Alarmed. * "Emmett can't ask for tutus, too!" *Shakes head vehmently.* "Rosie and I are asking for tutus, and I'm sure there are only so many tutus to go around!" *Concerned.* "I don't want to miss out!"
PADDY: "Alright Scout. Not tutus, Emmett."
DAISY-MAUD: "There must be something that you want, deep in your heart of hearts, Emmett."
EMMETT: *Sighs deeply.* "Well, there is one thing I'd love."
PADDY, DAISY-MAUD, JAGO and SCOUT: "What Emmett?"
EMMETT: *Sighs again.* "Well, I had a friend at the orphanage for bears in Shropshire called Edgar. I sometimes wish that Edgar was here too. I wish I could share all that I have with him. He is a very lovely, softly spoken bear who wears a pretty floral bow tie. He is very kind and gentle, and I know he would love all of you, and you would love him. I also know he would love my best friend Funky, and Funky would love Edgar too!"
PADDY: "Well, why don't you put that on your list, Emmett?"
JAGO: "Yes, a capital idea, Emmett!"
DAISY-MAUD: "I agree, Emmett."
EMMETT: "Oh, I couldn't ask Father Christmas and the Christmas Bear to bring Edgar all the way here, Paddy, JAGO and Daisy-Maud! They will be far too busy filling Scout's wishes, and Rosie's and all of yours!"
DAISY-MAUD: "Well, there is no harm in asking, Emmett."
SCOUT: "I think you should write it down, Emmett. I think it would be a good idea. It's almost as good an idea as me asking for tutus and a Little Red Riding Hood teapot like Mama Kim's!"
JAGO: "I think you should write it on your list."
EMMETT: "Edgar and I had a friend called Benjamin. Do you think I would be greedy if I asked Father Christmas and the Christmas Bear to bring him to Daddy's house too?"
DAISY-MAUD: "No, I don't think so, Emmett. In fact, I think that Father Christmas and the Christmas Bear would be pleased that you have been so selfless in your wish, Emmett."
SCOUT: "Are you suggesting that I am being selfish, asking Father Christmas and the Christmas Bear for tutus and a Little Red Riding Hood teapot like Mama Kim's, Daisy-Maud?" *Indigant.*
DAISY-MAUD: "Oh no, Scout!" *Shakes head.* "All I am suggesting is that your list is more... err... what Father Christmas and the Christmas Bear would expect from little bears around the world, whereas Emmett's wish is a little bit different to the usual."
SCOUT: "Gosh! I hope that lots of bears around the world don't ask for tutus, or there will be a tutu shortage!" *Puts paw to mouth in concern.*
DAISY-MAUD: "I'm sure you won't miss out, sweet Scout."
JAGO: "Emmett, write down on the top of your list that you wish for Edgar and... and... what is the other bear's name again?"
EMMETT: "Benjamin, Jago!"
JAGO: "Thank you! Write down on your list that you would like Edgar and Benjamin to come and stay here with you, at Daddy's house."
DAISY-MAUD: "Yes do, Emmett!"
SCOUT: "Just don't write down tutus on your list, Emmett."
EMMETT: "Not even if I write down that I wish for you to have them, Scout?"
SCOUT: "Best not risk it, Emmett." *Shakes head.*
EMMETT: *Writes that he would like Edgar and Benjamin to come and live with him at Daddy's house.*
JAGO: "Well done, Emmett."
DAISY-MAUD: "Indeed, very well done, sweet Emmett."
EMMETT: "But Paddy, what if Daddy doesn't like Edgar and Benjamin coming to stay with us?"
PADDY: "That won't happen if Father Christmas and the Christmas Bear fulfil your wish, Emmett." *Shakes head.*
EMMETT: "But how do you know, Paddy?"
PADDY: "Because Daddy has a saying, Emmett."
EMMETT: "What is it, Paddy?"
PADDY, SCOUT, DAISY-MAUD and JAGO: "There is always room for one more bear!"
EMMETT: "But Edgar and Benjamin and two bears!"
PADDY: "There is always room for two more bears!" *Nods emphatically.*
Scout's Christmas present from Father Christmas and the Christmas Bear in 2022 was a beautiful 1930s Little Red Riding Hood tea set for six. It was made by an unknown maker in Stoke-on-Trent. Not all the set is being used today. It features beautiful, brightly coloured transfers of different parts of the faerie tale.
My Paddington Bear came to live with me in London when I was two years old (many, many years ago). He was hand made by my Great Aunt and he has a chocolate coloured felt hat, the brim of which had to be pinned up by a safety pin to stop it getting in his eyes. The collar of his mackintosh is made of the same felt. He wears wellington boots made from the same red leather used to make the toggles on his mackintosh.
He has travelled with me across the world and he and I have had many adventures together over the years. He is a very precious member of my small family.
Scout was a gift to Paddy from my friend. He is a Fair Trade Bear hand knitted in Africa. His name comes from the shop my friend found him in: Scout House. He tells me that life was very different where he came from, and Paddy is helping introduce him to many new experiences. Scout catches on quickly, and has proven to be a cheeky, but very lovable member of our closely knit family.
Jago was a gift from a dear friend in England. He is made of English mohair with suede paw pads and glass eyes. He is a gentle bear, kind and patient who carries an air of calm about him. He is already fitting in with everyone else very nicely.
Daisy Maud is Jago's little sister and was made by the same friend in England who made him. She is made of German mohair with floral fabric cotton paw pads that match her pretty sunhat, and glass eyes. A sweet and loving little girl bear, she is happy to be reunited with her big brother, Jago, and enjoys being spoiled by her new Daddy.
Made by Merrythought in England, Emmett is a charming little bear, sweet and smiling, crafted from multi-tonal marl grey mohair and featuring golden velvet paws. He is accessorised with a classic tartan woollen scarf. He is number 23 or a limited worldwide edition of 200.
I am not prepared to bury my head in the sand and pretend that everything is alright when it is in fact the opposite.
I am not prepared to turn and walk away when I know that I should stand and face it all.
I am not prepared to close my eyes to unpleasant things and to stand by without taking action when needed to save a life.
Neither should you
It seems that lately I have lots of friends dealing with lots of pain right now - sickness, personal crisis, death... Isn't it wonderful, though, that God has given us "Angels on Earth"? Those selfless people who are always there to help others when times are tough. Do you know people like this? What would we do without these people? I have seen so many selfless acts in the past few weeks. It so warms my heart in a world that can sometimes seem so cold.
Midi-Pyrenees, France
April, 2009
Eustache de Saint-Pierre was the oldest of the six burghers and the first to volunteer to sacrifice to save his native city.The Calais city council originally suggested this figure as the focus of Rodin's monument,but the artist chose to give all five burghers equal stature.
The historical narrative states that the surrendering burghers wore shirts and breeches,but Rodin decided to clad his figures in nonspecific drapery.Their timeless appearance contributes to the monument's function as a broader symbol of selfless patriotic heroism-Brooklyn Museum
#smalltowninertia Helena on the steps leading to her apartment February 2017
Visited Helena today to discuss how to approach her coming story update. Much has happened in her life over the last 16 months and her selfless, candid and insightful sharing of all her experiences is truly inspiring.
We made this first photograph for the update this morning, full story to follow.
Mamiya 7II, Ilford HP5Plus and printed with Hahnemuhle Photo Rag Baryta 315gsm paper.
Previous story with Helena, here : smalltowninertia.co.uk/market-town-helena-every-day-is-a-...
So, a week or so ago, under considerable protest, I got hoodwinked into replacing my cell phone. The recently departed ("...and may he rest in peace, dear Lord, for the years of unwavering service so selflessly given shall... etc... etc... etc...") was a Samsung S8... apparently I missed a few iterations in between. Thought I'd give the camera a whirl, you know, just to see what she had under the hood, as it were.
I thought that this had a similar style in composition as a dear friend of mine, one Monsieur J W Vraets and thus feel I should mention that the 'red rule' applied.
A special day of remembering in our hearts, the bravery, selflessness and sacrafices, all made for our freedom.
ગુરુદેવનાં ચરણમાં કરીએ કરોડ વંદન,
પરબ્રમ્હના ચરણમાં કરીએ કરોડ વંદન...
ભવજળને તારનારા, નાવિક તમે અમારા;
હે દીનબંધુ પ્યારા... કરીએ
અમે દીન હીન આવ્યા, ના સાથ કાંઈ લાવ્યા;
તમે પ્રેમથી સ્વીકાર્યા... કરીએ
હે શ્રિહરીના સાથી, શ્રીજી સમા પ્રતાપી;
અંતર વસેલ સાક્ષી... કરીએ
તમે જ્ઞાનવાણી વરસ્યા, અમે તોય રહ્યા તરસ્યા;
અરે ! તોય હૈયાં હરખ્યા... કરીએ
વસજો સદા નયનમાં, અને રાખજો શરણમાં;
અમ વાસ હો ચરણમાં... કરીએ
જનમદિવસના અભીનંદંન
Happy Birthday to my Guru P.P. Pramukh Swami Maharaj
Much more than a dozen! Wishing all the beautiful, selfless, strong mother's of the world a fabulous, love-filled day! Mom, you were the best Mom ever, I hope you & Dad are celebrating this Heavenly Mother's Day together =) I miss & love you both so much!
This past week I got to shoot with Joel Robison, aka Boy Wonder. His kindness and selflessness surpassed even his genuine online persona, and my heart melted when I hugged him. He did a photo of me and I did one of him, pictured here, and it was a dream come true! I shot with so many photographers last week and it was really and truly a transformational experience, getting to meet so many new and kind people.
This picture is adding to my series "Fears & Fairytales". I first posted a picture from it a while back and have been quietly adding, not mentioning when the series has been extended, so I want to share this new blog post with you detailing the 6 pictures I have created for it so far: shadenproductions.com/blog/2013/01/06/series-fears-fairyt...
And, if you have the time, an additional blog post that is very dear to my heart, on the subject of competition: shadenproductions.com/blog/2013/01/05/the-thing-about-com...
Close up images of the carvings in the wood, one of which was there already and serves as the namesake for the image, and the two others which were my doing:
Its symbolism is universal, but the original scarecrows were nothing like the now familiar straw-stuffed icon of Halloween. ... To a farmer they may simply be a symbol of the death and resurrection of the crops.
Pinocchio, a marionette, must earn the right to become a real boy by proving to be truthful, brave and selfless.
I was originally going to wait until January 31st to share this photo, but based on what I decided to put in the caption, I think you'll understand the urgency of sharing it sooner rather than later...
This will be my "parting shot" for 2020. Of all the photos I took this year, this seemed like the most appropriate one to share as we look to put this difficult year behind us and hope for a better one in 2021.
2020 was tough for just about all of us, whether it was due to life not being normal due to all the shutdowns and restrictions, having our business hit hard, or, of course, ourselves or a loved one battling COVID-19 itself. Thankfully, only the first item in that list affected me personally, but I know many others who were affected by the others. The most recent difficult news I received was just three days before Christmas.
Some of you know that I'm in ministry, and I have several college students I meet with on a weekly basis for discipleship / mentoring. On Tuesday, the 22nd, I learned that the father of one of my students passed away from COVID-19. It was heartbreaking news, especially knowing how close this student was to his father. He was a provider for his family, and those who knew him said he was a wonderful, selfless, loving man.
The family now finds itself in financial need. I fully recognize that no one here personally knows this student, nor his family, and can only take my word for it, but I'd appreciate it if you took a moment to check out their GoFundMe page, read their brief story, and--if you feel moved to do so--make a donation: www.gofundme.com/f/family-funeral-funding-for-vincent-goo...
Regarding this photo, on August 11th I kept a somewhat-annual tradition of visiting East Deerfield, MA and the old B&M West End in August, a tradition that started back in my college days as a way to kind of "cap off" the summer before going back to school. There were rumors that Train EDRJ was an afternoon departure out of East Deerfield, but being Pan Am, that of course never materialzed. So, it was off to nearby Millers Falls to await the northbound return of NECR Train 611, and after shooting them there and at East Northfield, it was off to Vernon, Vermont for one more shot. With "No Tresspassing" signs aplenty for the well-known field shot, I drove a little further north. When I spotted the sign you see at right by the Route 142 crossing, I quickly pulled over and set up.
The sign reminds me of a favorite Bible verse--one that I think can serve as a great reminder to everyone, regardless of what you believe, as we enter a new year after this difficult one:
"And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."
1 Corinthians 13:13
This image taken at a shrine in Karachi signifies the mother and child bond. The way the child’s head and arm drape the mother’s body makes the child look safe and comfortable. The position of the head also indicates the weight of the child that the mother selflessly carries to give the child a sense of security.
55 gramos de idas y venidas, zambullidas, persecuciones, baños, entregas abnegadas a su pareja. 55 gramos contra vientos ,mareas, lluvias, calor tórrido...........incansable. Charrancito ( Sternula albifrons)
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55 grams of comings and goings, diving, chasing, swimming, and selfless devotion to their mate. 55 grams against wind, tides, rain, scorching heat... tireless. Little Tern (Sternula albifrons)
Eight weeks ago, my daughter made the very difficult decision to send the kids to their dad's place. She made this sacrifice because of the dangers inherent in working in a seniors residence. However, her place has been virus free for many many weeks, and it was time for the kids to come home. I don't know if tears were shed during this hug, but there certainly were moist eyes here upon seeing the photo. (Taken by their dad, I presume.)
I am proud of my daughter for making this selfless decision, and I am thrilled that they are back together.
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i went to my favourite part of the woods at my favourite time of day and it was lovely, there will be more of these uploaded soon
this is summing up my mood fairly well. oh well.
i guess i am learning that sometimes there are no solutions and not everything can be solved in a way that makes everyone happy and sometimes you have to be selfless and not pay attention to what you want or what makes you happy and that really really sucks but it needs to be accepted and made the best of, which is not even the tiniest bit easy (reading back over things I've written when I was feeling profound makes me cringe ew)
but i will stop going on now
big loves, always x
Even after all this time
The sun never says to the earth,
"You owe Me."
Look what happens with
A love like that,
It lights the Whole Sky.
~Hafiz (trans. D.Landinsky)
“Aliit ori’shya tal’din” Family is more than blood. Redwing was a man of respect, admiration and family. He believed in his brothers more than any trainer, he was there for them no matter what. The men under his command felt that first hand, often being treated medically by the commander himself. He wielded a blade, known as a vibrojato, gifted to him by a father who fashioned it for him after Redwing saved his son. Redwing’s mentor and tutor, Jedi Master Lee Kailon taught him and a few of his brothers of ancient species in the Unknown regions. Selfless beings, ones who would give without thoughts of receiving, in the service of pure good. These species were plentiful. But along with these peaceful stories came tales of murderous beings slaughtering all that stood near enough to strike down. He was almost one of them, losing his mother and father to a purge like these. He was saved by the council, given a home and a purpose. The republic had allowed him to live a new life, free from the fear and chaos the unknown regions were known for. He taught us that without the republic we would not be here, “We owe our lives in service of this republic, as it gave us life and will save all that it touches, FOR THE REPUBLIC!!” Kailon gave his life in service of his precious republic, the separatists brought the fear and chaos back into his life and they would pay dearly for such a mistake. Kailon took many battles by his pure determination, he was committed to his cause like no other jedi. Rarely seen doing anything between meditation, caring for his men or smashing clankas. He was a true jedi and would be Redwing’s inspiration forever, striving to serve the republic as he did, selflessly and with purpose. He wears the dark red to signify the honor his master deserves, teaching his troops the lessons he remembers like it were one rotation ago.
Valentines Day 2009...
This day is one of the most memorable days Ive ever had. It was a day filled with love, admiration, selflessness and joy. For the past month I fought so hard to save the love that meant so much to me. A love that while far from perfect at times, was the most amazing love I've had the privilege of. And in a matter of milliseconds I simultaneously destroyed it with backward thinking and logic, and broke the heart of a girl who tried so hard to let me back in... I love the woman whom I shared this day with so very much, and I will regret this poor choice of mine until the day I die. I regret all my poor choices in regards to her.
If you love someone, cherish them. Do right by them. Be selfless as much as humanly possible. and never act in ways you know will damage that love simply because you are hurt. Think about the things you say when you are upset thoroughly... It could very well be the last chance youll ever have to express yourself to that person.
I love you Priyanka and I'm terribly sorry for hurting you.
for you.
Yogi Tea Fortune Collaboration #1
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This is a collaboration with the wonderful Joel Robison This series is inspired by Yogi Tea and its individual fortunes that are on each tea bag. We thought it would an adventure to see each others interpretations of these fortunes:)
7pm each evening, the ships sound their horns and the neighbourhood echoes with the ricocheting sounds of people on their balconies, in their yards, on the street, and driving by - cheering, clapping, honking horns and creating a symphony of pots and pans being banged and clanged in recognition of the dedication, commitment, bravery, compassion of our frontline workers and the incredible stress they are dealing with in their selfless endeavours to keep us all safe and healthy. We appreciate and salute you all!!! (I'm not normally a crier but I confess, these evening salutes really choke me up.)
Happy Window Wednesday.
She is the epitome of unconditional love, she is the strength of every child, and she is the anchor for every emotion. A small dedication to all mothers for your selflessness. Happy Mothers’ Day!!!
引人注目的紅色蜻蜓停在水岸步道上，不知是歇息或者等待。
公園熙來攘往的人潮，也沒有將它打擾，彷彿一切置身度外。
The red dragonfly is docked on the waterfront trail, I do not know whether to rest or wait, The bustle of people in the park, Also didn't bother it, As if the state of selflessness.
Just playing with colours and curves in photoshop lately. There is so much I have to learn and keep up with learning. It's great to have a project to grow with.
The Spanish municipal areas are selfless, built for the people to be enjoyed by the people: Regardless of stature and financial status.
Submitted as my best shot from 2015!
Background Story: I had been living on the island of Oahu in Hawaii for over two years, by the time 2015 rolled around, but had yet to visit any of the other islands. And, with the decision to leave my career path and therefore the island made, I was on a deadline. So, one of my really selfless friends let me use him visiting as an excuse to go to the Big Island of Hawaii, which, if I had to choose an island to visit, that was the one I wanted, because VOLCANOES. So, we staid at Volcanoes National Park, literally a five minute walk away from the Halema'uma'u Crater on Kilauea Volcano, and took full advantage of the closeness to go out to the crater at night for some of the most amazing stargazing I've ever experienced. Seriously, it looked like the milky way was coming out of the crater! Like, the smoke blended in perfectly with the stream of stars, overhead. It was breathtaking (and very very cold)! I never met a lady in white with her dog walking along a path, no Pele encounters for me on the big island, but being out there at midnight, watching the earth give birth to the stars, I wouldn't have doubted for a second had I met her or her sister.
To all the courageous firefighters and first responders who tirelessly battled the recent Oklahoma wildfires, thank you. Your dedication, bravery, and selflessness protected countless lives, homes, and lands. Oklahomans are deeply grateful for your service and the sacrifices you made to keep our communities safe. You are true heroes.
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The illuminated Christus Statue shines prominently on a still dark Exhibition Road, London. No matter what your religious persuasion, the principles of kindness, love, selflessness, and service light the way and bring peace in an unsettled world.
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Let's leave a beautiful world for our children.
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Love of God is not just a feeling but always involves showing love for God by selfless service to God’s creation. The only path to salvation is by rendering selfless service to God’s creation. “Seva brings you nearer to God Through seva, you realize that all are waves of the ocean of Divinity. “When you consider work as Divine service, you can do it anywhere, at any time. It is an offering to God, an offering to the Truth. Seva is uplifting your own Self, your own people, your own world. It is embracing God’s creation”.
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Its face is permanently engraved with this subtle, potent smile,
As if a smile were the only facial gesture worth making,
And it had therefore settled into a genetic trait:
The emblem of its seductive ability
To disarm a fellow-creature -
Whom it should have been persuaded
Was its most intractable enemy -
By the only safe method: making friends.
...
And close to,
Drawn into the dolphin's force-field,
Smitten by the shamanistic glimmer
In an eye that distils a life-long exposure
To another, rarer state of things,
You too are alchemically touched -
And when asked what it was like
Will find yourself saying, 'It was beautiful,'
Unselfconscious with the obviousness of the word.
.....
At the last glimpse
Still glowing with that selfless zen smile,
Leaving you to a more familiar cold
And the dubious journey home.
Excerpts from "Falling For A Dolphin" a dramatic poem by Heathcote Williams
Yesterday, we visited my home town of Cardigan in West Wales. We called in to the town hall indoor market, where we used to run a second-hand bookstall.
These rather amazing willow dolphins were suspended from the very high rafters. I did not see Ronny, the caretaker, to ask who had made them, but I would suspect it is the same lady who made the Willow Ladies in the festival.
Living in the Cardigan Bay area, I have on occasion encountered these oh so beautiful creatures....they never fail to lift the spirits. They make me laugh and the wonder of them makes me cry.
We’re in the mountains preparing for the upcoming Grandfather Mountain Highland Games… so, it just seemed appropriate to post a beach picture. Ha! I am working on local images, though this one reminded me of things that are meaningful to me. At a local grocery store to pick up supplies Monday, I began laughing as we were walking up from the parking lot. I pointed out a bumper sticker to Joyce, “Where am I going and why am I in this handbasket?” Born a child of the Cold War, I well remember the world before it went to Hell in a handbasket as it looks lately. Oh, we had problems then, just as any generation has… but we were steeped in principles that seem no longer to exist. An overall sense of truth, reality, reason, honor, responsibility, selflessness, respect, and Godliness were more evident then than now, at least in my circles. Anarchy was apparent then, too, though not to the degree that everyone had their own ‘truth’. That defeats the very definition of truth, that which conforms to reality. ‘Reality’ is no doubt in short supply now, as many prefer to believe that reality will adjust to their proclivity. It doesn’t, and often comes back to bite those who think so. For me there’s a longing of a simpler time, with a childlike innocence and wonder. My idea of Heaven is to be a wide-eyed 5-year-old forever, but in this life, that is gone, like…
The Sand and the Foam
Dawn... like an angel
Lights on the step
Muting the morning she heralds
Dew on the grass
Like the tears the night wept
Gone long before
The day wears old
Time stills the singing
A child holds so dear
And I'm just beginning to hear
Gone are the pathways
The child followed home
Gone, like the sand and the foam
Pressed in the pages
Of some aging text
Lies an old lily a-crumbling
Marking a moment
Of childish respects
Long since betrayed and forgotten
Time stills the singing
A child holds so dear
And I'm just beginning to hear
Gone are the pathways
The child followed home
Gone, like the sand and the foam
Dawn... like an angel
Lights on the step
Muting the morning she heralds
Dew on the grass
Like the tears the night wept
Gone long before
The day wears old
Time stills the singing
A child holds so dear
And I'm just beginning to hear
Gone are the pathways
The child followed home
Gone, like the sand and the foam
Gone like the sand (gone like the sand)
Gone, like the sand and the foam
Dan Fogelberg, 1980
I struggle so deeply
to understand
how someone can
pour their entire soul
blood and energy
into someone
without wanting
anything in
return.
I will have to wait till I'm a mother.
-Rupi Kaur
To celebrate Mother's day and my sister's Birthday we went to a Butterfly Conservatory! The grounds outside the conservatory were gorgeous, parts even reminded me of Versailles.