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Sentiment is intellectualized emotion, emotion precipitated, as it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy.
Author: James Russell Lowell
my water shots are inspired by Aisha-uae!
Here is Highfield House in Stanley with some of its farm buildings in the early morning. As you can see it had been raining overnight. This is one of the true architectural treasures of Tasmania.
The Van Diemen's Land Company was formed in May 1824 to supply British mills with relatively cheap wool. Edward Curr was responsible for obtaining the land and building the property of Highfield in 1826. This was all done with convict labour, and was only possible after the land had been cleared of aborigines:
"(T)he supposed humanitarian sentiments of directors towards Aborigines are often deemed mere outward show, especially in the light of violent acts by Company personnel. After early skirmishes, with huts burnt and sheep speared, three Aborigines were killed at Ritchie's stock hut in 1827. At Cape Grim, when shepherds attempted to 'take liberties' with Aboriginal women, a convict was speared in the thigh and over one hundred sheep were killed. Reprisal by shepherds on 10 February 1828 saw about thirty Aborigines killed. The despicable murder of an Aboriginal woman at Emu Bay on 21 August 1829 saw Arthur thwart justice and explain away the affair under the guise of martial law and personal disputes. The period 1836–42 saw the last free group of Aborigines faced with spring-loaded guns or man traps in huts that they had habitually plundered. The sad story of Company race relations saw at least two white men and possibly 36 Aborigines killed." www.utas.edu.au/library/companion_to_tasmanian_history/V/...
It soon turned out that the wool venture was a disaster and a shift of emphasis to cattle was made, extending to this very day.
"Há momentos na vida em que se deve calar, e deixar que o silêncio fale ao coração, pois há sentimentos que a linguagem não expressa e há emoções que as palavras não sabem traduzir"
Autor desconhecido.
Within the last few days this spray painted image has appeared on what was previously a blank wall on the side of a local pub.
As we approach the centenary of the Great War armistice, I cannot imagine many people would argue with the sentiments of this!
The management of the pub should be thanked for giving permission for the artwork to be carried out and the artist applauded for using his/her incredible talent and time on such a project!
A few years ago, Mount McKinley in Alaska was renamed Denali in deference to the sentiments of the indigenous cultures that called it Denali originally. I have heard people refer to Mt. Rainier as Tahoma/Tacoma but it has not been officially renamed yet. Which made me curious about the original names for the other great mountains in the Pacific Northwest. Turns out one of the other great mountains now known as Mount Hood had its own name before Europeans arrived in North America. Of course just finding out a name won’t make it fun enough. Here is a story about these mountains from the Cascadia Department of Bioregion.
“We begin with Wy’East, the native name for Mount Hood. The name originated with the Multnomah tribe of the Columbia river valley. The Great Spirit Sahalie had two sons who who began to quarrel as they aged. They grew greedy and jealous as they each wanted more than the other. One night after a great quarrel, Sahalie awoke both sons and took them to a new land. He instructed each to shoot an arrow to opposite sides of a large river, instructing them that where his arrow landed would become his country and he would become chief.
One shot his arrow into the Willamette Valley, and became the father of the Multnomah tribe, while the other brother shot his arrow north of the river, becoming the father of the Klickitat tribe. Sahalie then told the brothers he would build a bridge as a symbol of peace to link the two tribes. So long as they remained friendly the bridge of Tahmahnawis would remain.
Many years passed in peace as the two peoples crossed the bridge in friendship and traded with one another. There was no hunger and everyone was warm. As time passed, the greed, jealousy and wickedness crept into the people, and the two tribes fought. Sahalie again was displeased, and punished the people by taking away the sun and their fires. Rains came, and the people grew cold and hungry. They begged the great spirit for fire and and recognized their flaws.
Sahalie found an old woman who had remained above the battles of the people and had fire still. He asked her if she would go to the bridge with her fire and keep it burning there forever as a symbol of his greatness. He told her the people would see it, and to encourage them to get some for themselves. The great spirit said he would grant her one wish for completing this task. Her name was Loo-wit, and she wished to become young and beautiful again.
The next morning, a young and beautiful woman with a fire appeared next to the bridge. People from both sides of the river came and gathered some taking it back to their homes and restoring warmth and peace to their communities. In time Loo-wit met two handsome your men. One from the south bank of the river was a young Chief named Wy’East. The other, who came from the north bank was Chief Kilickitat. Loo-wit was captivated by them both, and could not choose who she loved more. The two Chiefs grew jealous and again battles between the brothers, made chiefs began.
Tired of the foolishness of his two sons, Sahalie separated the brothers and turned them into mountains one forever south of the river still known as Wy’east (Mount Hood) and the other, Klickitat (Mount Adams) to the north, his head bowed towards a mountain to the west. That mountain is what became of the woman the brothers both loved Loo-wit (Mount Saint Helens). Occasionally the two brothers, immortalized in their anger, throw stones and fire at one another. This is why the point between them on the river has narrows known as the Dalles.”
(deptofbioregion.org/department-of-bioregion/jizehqoqc2pmu...)
About the image:
Sony a7RII
Sigma ART 24-105mm f/4
ISO 500, 105mm, 1/60s at f/8
Focus Stack of six exposures for greater depth of field
Processed in Capture One Pro and Adobe Photoshop
"As festas natalinas estão chegando e mais do que nunca é hora de falarmos de paz, de vivenciarmos de maneira plena a mensagem de Cristo. Natal é sinônimo de família, de união, de aproximação das pessoas, e quando esse sentimento é recíproco é sinal de que o verdadeiro espírito do Natal se fez presente em nossos corações."
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"In my garden there is a large place for sentiment. My garden of flowers is also my garden of thoughts and dreams. The thoughts grow as freely as the flowers, and the dreams are as beautiful."
~ Abram L. Urban
the original image is one of the latest passion flower photos -- of the new purple passion flower.
Reminds me of the poem Rainer Maria Rilke (autumn)
The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no."
And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all other stars in the loneliness.
We're all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It's in them all.
And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.
Cette photo , que j' ai hésité à poster ( je ne l' avais pas fait sur Ipernity ) , m'émeut toujours lorsque je la regarde.
For today's theme I realised I had nothing left from my childhood that invoked any real emotion in me except for photos ... and I thought that was a bit of a cop out.
My teddy bear picture looked a bit playboy bunny (in outtakes) .... so this is the one I posted of me playing with my nephew at a family party tonight.
Mired Sentiments.
Optica media caduca animalibus immobilibus Astronomia causas sensibiles magnitudines scientia agi spirae cubito protrudit orbitis eorum confutaverit,
основні предмети складені докази математичні речовини розумні угоди парадоксальні причини залежні теорії встановлені рубки,
corps épars enquêtes chaussures concernés souvenir mnémonique de génération décrivant des règles antécédent l'art réussi de la mémoire,
anhaltende Konsequenzen Bewusstseinsbehauptungen täuschten Fehler Die von den Sinnen abgeleiteten Bewegungen der Aktivität bruten Meinungen, Intelligenzgründe,
فصل أفعال مقادير جهات الاتصال نتائج غير قابلة للقسمة اختلافات مفكرين افتراضات تراكيب تلغي النظرية,
doordringende transparante plannen absurd dringt aan op wederzijdse delen verkondigde wegen onaanvaardbaar spreken gerechtvaardigde samenhangende substanties,
効率的な原因修飾されたファッション不確定なインスタンス一般的な定義開発マグニチュード独特の成長パーツ空間位置泥だらけの変化.
Steve.D.Hammond.
Ann/Anne series///
有負擔的愛和孤寂的自由都是一樣的殘缺，
這一生可能很難擁有所謂的完美。
愛還是有負擔，自由還是孤寂的，只能使他們彼此相逼近，
在愛裡充分自由，在自由裡也擁有愛。
Either a love carried with burden or a freedom loaded with loneliness is fragmentary.
Yet in real life it's hard to embrace the perfection people wistfully thought exists.
Love always carries with it burden; freedom is accompanied by loneliness still.
The only thing to do is bringing them as close as possible to each other.
To feel free in love and embrace love in freedom.
我們渴望愛情，同時也渴求著自由，保護著精神我，等待百分之百的愛情去
沈浸百分之百的精神我。
We all hunger for love yet desire for freedom at the same time.
We protect the spiritual I and wait for the hundred percent love to
bathe in the hundred percent spiritual I.
一種擁抱的感覺，情感逝去的自我擁抱。浸濕的衣袖和肌膚的緊密，一種緊貼的黏膩，自我對話的方式。
It’s the feeling of embrace, the self-embrace when passion faded.
The closeness of soaked sleeves to the skin,
the stickiness of attachment,
a way of talking to oneself.