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EN: The Holy Chapel of Vincennes (94) built from 1379, within the walls of the castle of Charles V to initially shelter some relics of the Passion, like the Holy Chapel of Paris, built a little bit earlier, in 1248.
Flamboyant gothic style
The rich facade has been achieved under the reign of Louis XI around 1480
Architect : Raymond du Temple.
Building seriously damaged by the severe storm of December 1999 in Paris area, but hopefully well restored until 2017.
FR : La Sainte-Chapelle de Vincennes (94) construite à partir de 1379, dans l'enceinte de la forteresse royale de Charles V pour y préserver des reliques de la Passion, comme dans la “vraie” Sainte-Chapelle de Paris, construite un peu plus tôt, en 1248, sous Louis IX.
Facade très ouvragée achevée sous Louis XI vers 1480
Style gothique flamboyant
Architecte : Raymond du Temple
Abrite aussi la sépulture du duc d'Enghien, dont l'enlèvement et l'exécution hâtive et injustifiée sur ordre de Napoléon, en 1804, fut la première erreur stratégique du Corse…
Un coup de sang non seulement inutile, mais idéal pour se faire un tas d'ennemis au sein de toutes les Cours d’Europe, et renforcer ainsi les coalitions hostiles !
Aujourd'hui, les bâtiments austères des casernes, toujours propriété du ministère des Armées, par le biais du Service historique de la Défense, et qui entourent la Sainte-Chapelle, créent un étrange contraste, à la fois temporel et stylistique…
Chapelle très endommagée (intérieur et extérieur) par la tempête de décembre 1999 en Île de France, mais ayant fait l’objet d’une longue restauration, jusqu’en 2017.
N.B : Encore un ciel instable et donc infernal, à peine retravaillé en post-prod
In early March 2014, a 30-foot boulder came crashing down the mountainside above Minturn, slamming onto the Tennessee Pass main line below while breaking in two and destroying part of the siding too, stopping short of the Eagle river and homes just the other side of it. The giant boulder now nicely embedded into the former Rio Grande right-of-way was once a good portion of a local landmark called Lionshead Rock that has stood above the Colorado mountain town for countless years. The main line is in the foreground in this view, and these boulders can easily be seen on Google Maps and Google Earth.
View from Severs Beach towards the river mouth and ocean.
“Severs Beach is a small beach nestled in a gentle bend of the Pambula River, with a large tidal flat and deep water swimming.
The beach is a 500 metre walk from the carpark, but you can also land a kayak here, an adventure best timed for the turn of the tide.
The foreshore contains Aboriginal shellfish middens that date back 3500 years and are made from estuarine shellfish such as oysters, along with fish and even whale bones. So it’s a great spot to fish, and has been for thousands of years! Work is ongoing to protect these middens and the foreshore so please be sure to stay to the path and respect the cultural value of this special area.
Severs Beach is unpatrolled, and there are no amenities. (Information courtesy of sapphire.coast.com).”
Lots of armies of small crabs here and can be seen in the lower corner of this image.
*suggest viewing on black and for an extra "trick or treat" go to "You Tube" and click on Severed Heads "All Saints Day"
Archlight Severed
Digital Abstract | Gregory Scott
A celestial fracture — immortal and immediate.
Here, the radiant spine of a divine force is torn in a single, savage motion. What once upheld realms of light now falls in a slashing descent, its remnants twisting violently through the void. The red gash at the heart of the form is no mere wound; it is the severance of purpose, the blade of betrayal driven through the spirit of ascension itself.
Tendrils of once-pure energy spiral away like broken commandments — scorched, displaced, desecrated. The luminous arcs recoil as if aware of their failure, their light no longer guiding, but accusing. This is not chaos for chaos’s sake; it is a reckoning — a cosmic revolt.
There is no redemption in this piece. Only the raw, unflinching moment when sanctity is undone, and the universe watches its guardian fall.
Marquette Rail's Z151 has completed its interchange at CSX's Wyoming Yard and is now navigating the plant at Plaster Creek as the crew heads back north with 105 cars. The track in the foreground is what's left of the now-removed Maggie's Lead, and its dwarf still guards the plant. Though the east end of Maggie's had been severed for decades, in recent times it was used as a headroom track for switching moves at the east end of the yard to keep the Main and Sunnyside leads clear. It also hosted many EHBO cars as they awaited their date with the gas wrench. It was removed, along with several other lightly used tracks in Wyoming, during CSX's scrap blitz of the early 2020s.
So take these broken wings;
I need your hands to come and heal me once again;
So I can fly away, until the end of time.
Inspired by www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPfNLOVSs4Y
It feels as if great changes are taking place in me,
and I believe it’s more than a passing mood.
Last night was a great breakthrough:
A new insight, at least if one can call something like
that insight, and this morning I was filled with peace
again and with an assurance I have not felt in a long time. And all of this because of
one little blister on my left foot.
My body is a home for many pains, they lie hidden in every corner, with each one
making itself felt, and then the next. I have become reconciled to that, too.
And I wonder how I can work so well and even concentrate with all my aches and
pains. But I have to accept that intellectual powers alone do not get one very far when
things get really serious. The walk
to and from the tax office has taught me that.
We walked the pavements of this sunny, beautiful
town like happy tourists. His hand caught mine, and they felt so good together, our
hands.
And when at one point, I was overcome with tiredness and had this sudden
particular feeling about not being able to take the tram anywhere in this great city
with its long streets, and not even be allowed to sit down at one of the little pavement
cafes. ( “ Look, that is where I went with my friends
two years ago, after I took my finals.” )
Then I thought, or rather I didn’t really think it.
It welled up somewhere inside me : Throughout
the ages people have been tired and worn their feet
out on God’s earth, in the cold and the heat, and that
too, is part of life.
This sort of feeling has been growing much stronger in me : A hint of eternity steals
through my
smallest daily activities and perceptions.
I am not alone in my tiredness or sickness or fears,
but at one with millions of others from many centuries, and it is all part of life, and yet
life is beautiful and meaningful too.
It is meaningful even in its meaninglessness,
provided one makes room in one’s life for everything
and accepts life as one indivisible whole, for then one becomes whole in oneself.
… But as soon as one try’s to exclude certain parts of life, refusing to accept them and
arrogantly opting for this and not for that part of life, yes, then it does become
meaningless because it is no longer a whole, and everything then becomes quite
arbitrary.
-Etty Hillesum's Epic July 1942