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The pain, suffering and horrors experienced by the people of the Ukraine, which is never ending - Slava Ukraine!
Inspired by Peter Paul Rubens - The Flagellation of Christ [1617]
Golgotha 2022 exhibition of this and other paintings by the artist held at Ely Cathedral until March 17 2023.
Suffering from severe hayfever and can't sleep. Early in the morning at 4.00 a.m. when the fog mist over the heath I just could not resist it and went for a walk and to take photo.... Love to share this with all my friends and thanks all my friends for your support. I have change the morning glow with Nik.
AUXÍLIO MÚTUO
Em zona montanhosa, através de região deserta, caminhavam dois velhos amigos, ambos enfermos, cada qual a defender-se, quanto possível, contra os golpes do ar gelado, quando foram surpreendidos por uma criança semimorta, na estrada, ao sabor da ventania de inverno.
Um deles fixou o singular achado e exclamou, irritadiço:
Não perderei tempo. A hora exige cuidado para comigo mesmo. Sigamos à frente.
O outro, porém, mais piedoso, considerou:
Amigo, salvemos o pequenino. É nosso irmão em humanidade.
Não posso, - disse o companheiro, endurecido -, sinto-me cansado e doente.
Este desconhecido seria um peso insuportável. Temos frio e tempestade. Precisamos chegar à aldeia próxima sem perda de minutos.
E avançou para diante em largas passadas.
O viajor de bom sentimento, contudo, inclinou-se para o menino estendido, demorou-se alguns minutos colando-o paternalmente ao próprio peito e, aconchegando-o ainda mais, marchou adiante, embora menos rápido.
A chuva gelada caiu, metódica, pela noite adentro, mas ele, amparando o valioso fardo, depois de muito tempo atingiu a hospedaria do povoado que buscava.
Com enorme surpresa porém, não encontrou aí o colega que havia seguido à frente.
Somente no dia imediato, depois de minuciosa procura, foi o infeliz viajante encontrado sem vida, numa vala do caminho alagado.
Seguindo à pressa e a sós, com a idéia egoísta de preservar-se, não resistiu à onda de frio que se fizera violenta e tombou encharcado, sem recursos com que pudesse fazer face ao congelamento.
Enquanto que o companheiro, recebendo, em troca, o suave calor da criança que sustentava junto do próprio coração, superou os obstáculos da noite frígida, salvando-se de semelhante desastre.
Descobrira a sublimidade do auxílio mútuo... ajudando ao menino abandonado, ajudara a si mesmo.
Avançando com sacrifício para ser útil a outrem, conseguira triunfar dos percalços do caminho, alcançando as bênçãos da salvação recíproca.
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As mais eloqüentes e exatas testemunhas de um homem, perante o Pai Supremo, são as suas próprias obras.
Aqueles que amparamos constituem nosso sustentáculo.
O coração que amparamos constituir-se-á agora ou mais tarde em recurso a nosso favor. Ninguém duvide.
Um homem sozinho é simplesmente um adorno vivo da solidão, mas aquele que coopera em benefício do próximo é credor do auxílio comum.
Ajudando, seremos ajudados. Dando, receberemos: esta é a Lei Divina.
Baseado no cap. 16 do livro
Jesus no lar, Neio Lúcio
Text in English
MUTUAL HELP
In a rocky mountain, through a desert region, two old and ill friends were walking along a path. Trying to defend themselves against the cold wind as best as they could, they suddenly ran into a semi dead child lying on the road, at the mercy of the wintry winds.
One of them starred at the remarkable finding and exasperatedly shouted:
I’ll not waste my time. At this time, I have to look after myself. Let’s move forward.
The other one, who was more merciful, objected:
My friend, let’s save the little one. He’s our brother in mankind.
I can’t, said his companion, his voice hardened, I feel tired and ill.
This stranger would be an unbearable burden. It’s cold and there’s a storm coming. We need to reach the nearest village without wasting any more time.
And he left in large strides.
The kindhearted traveler, however, bent over the little boy, took a few minutes holding him close to his chest and, while nestling him a little closer, slowly went on his way.
The cold rain fell ceaselessly all through the night and the merciful traveler, sheltering his valuable bundle, only reached the village’s lodge after a long time.
To his surprise, however, he did not find his friend, who had left earlier, there.
Only on the following day, after long and thorough searching, was the unlucky traveler found, lifeless, in a ditch along the flooded path.
Having walked alone and in a hurry, with the selfish idea of self-preservation, he could not resist the cold snap that had gotten worse and fell, soaked, with no resources to struggle against the freezing cold.
Meanwhile, his companion had received the comforting heat from the child he was holding close to his own heart, and therefore could surpass the obstacles of the chilly night, saving himself from suffering a similar tragedy.
He had discovered the sublimity of mutual help… By helping the abandoned child, he had helped himself.
By sacrificing himself so as to be useful to another person, he had managed to triumph over life troubles, attaining the blessings of reciprocal salvation.
* * *
The most eloquent and precise witnesses of a man, before the Supreme Father, are his own works.
Those whom we help constitute our own future support.
The heart we help will become, sooner or later, a resource in our favor. Let nobody doubt it.
A lonely man is simply solitude living ornament, but he who cooperates to benefit his neighbor is a creditor of mutual help.
By helping others, we will be helped. By giving, we will receive: that is God’s Law.
Based on the book Jesus no lar, chapter O auxílio mútuo, by Neio Lúcio.
Suffering is the very essence of life. Without it, life lacks meaning. Or in other words, we won't be needing one.
We are stuck between a truly romantic love story between life and death. We are just the flower that life gives death, flirting with each other, while they are never meant to make love.
The only thing that we need in this romantic circus, is resilience.
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Slava Ukraine! The interior of Saint Sophia’s Cathedral, Kyiv - The glorious 11th century Byzantine interior of Saint Sophia Cathedral in Kyiv. Hundreds of Ukrainian cultural heritage sites have been damaged or destroyed since the invasion by Russia. The Cathedral has survived numerous invasions over its life. The huge mosaic of Mary is framed by a Greek inscription from Psalm 46; “God is the midst of Her; She shall not be moved”. [Exhibition text].
Golgotha 2022 exhibition of this and other paintings by the artist held at Ely Cathedral until March 17 2023.
The photograph NOT the Artwork is my work, therefore my copyright is the photograph only.
On March 16. 2022, Russian forces bombed the Donetsk academic Regional Theatre in Mariupol which was in use as an air raid shelter by a large number of civilians. [Exhibition text]
Golgotha 2022 exhibition of this and other paintings by the artist held at Ely Cathedral until March 17 2023.
Listen kids, take some advice from your Uncle Pauly...if you are thinking of venturing out upon a pier jutting out into some lake in frozen temperatures and amidst the first stages of a blowing snowstorm, do yourself a favour and attire yourself accordingly, okay? There simply is no reason whatsoever to subject your various body parts (especially one's you love so dearly) to such deplorable conditions of nature... no, nada, nyet!
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My heart and prayers goes to all the innocent victims and families who are suffering in Israel and Palestine. l stand by all the innocent victims in the world who are suffering through war and other modern day cruelty. l pray for peace and harmony soon to israel, Ukraine to the world. Stay strong !
I am thinking the struggles women face in life, humanity with the pain and suffering we feel and experience, real things that empower us.. You are beautiful precious, unique individuals, not objects to be controlled. Its your body to love as your temple to express as you choose. Vulnerability is your power in your love and tenderness. Inner freedom resides deep within you. The truth inside your inner voice will find it. Never let anyone or anything reduce your essence. Freedom is your human right. It is important we stay true
#istandwithisrael #Ukraine #womenempowerment
Looks tired and sad. But I am happy man.
One may be happy and suffer from time to time.
It's not a contradiction. Not suffering is being dead.
Dead for objective reality around, mostly.
Hear his suffering-
I won´t,i don´t wanna,i just don´t get matter...
But is he?
All what she done with him,
Having fun,
Having hard sex,
Drinking beer,
Taking drugs,
It was funny for him?..I don´t really know the answer for your question..
Let the adults talk.,.
They know how to resolve it..
No,..they won´t resolve it..
With guns,..i will resolve this fucking problem...
But Only "Him" has the power..
I do have the power to do it?
In a rush tonight so gonna post a pre-edited shot. No time to edit and upload a new photo.
WTF is going on with flickr at the moment, people? No views, no comments, no faves. It's not just my account, everyone is all suffering. Assuming you're all still out and about photographing cars, where's the activity here gone? The community's been on the decline for quite a while and I'm seriously just bewildered as to what's happened. Have you all moved to another site, or is everyone busy with something else? lol. really don't know.
Flickr's a great community, especially for us car people. Let's try and keep it that way and steadily increase activity once again if at all possible...
"The great tit is suffering from acidification," the newspaper headed Thursday. Young birds lie in their nest with broken legs. Eggs have a weak scale and often do not hatch. The cause could be lime deficiency due to the acidification of Dutch forests on high sandy soils.
This specimen is only a little dirty!
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I took my first trip out with the camera for quite a while this morning after suffering a recent bout of man flu to catch an interesting sunrise at West Wittering. The horse riders appeared on the beach at just the right time.
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After suffering a rather nasty defeat near the moon of Orein, the Toki's designers felt the need to upgrade the weapons platform for their beloved (dark) blue (and white) bullet.
So they did.
Now the Toki has the option of being fitted with the normal Assault variant weapons, or the (much) more powerful Heavy Assault Variant.
Gracias por vuestras visitas y comentarios.
Thanks for your visits and comments.
Grazie per le vostre visite e commenti
I didn't need a big 'ol box, I was traveling light...but I am suffering a little from jet lag and a bit of a headache from being tossed around in that box by every Tom, Dick, and Harry (and maybe a Jane) in the Post Office! eeEEEEE! So, anyway, I really just want to relax, stretch a bit and EAT!!... Donuts and milk, please??? See ya soon!"
xxoo, <3 Heidi
seen better times?
They are everywhere : www.flickr.com/photos/rolfdietrichbrecher/albums/72157714...
Abstract closeup of a very interestingly mottled Maple leaf suffering from the ravages of drought. Sad, but rather pretty!
It was hammering down and this photographer was out there with his Nikon D3s.
Candid Captured in Cardiff, Wales.
One of the shots form mine and mikeys last trip out before his school starts again on Monday. Hopefully you will be seeing more stuff from him, although he is suffering from orbers finger at the minute. Thanks go to Wes Whaley for the insperation of the circle maker. Please check out his stuff, a master at work.
(taken on one exposure, no additions after the exposure. I will adjust levels, saturation, white balance, brightness and some minor cropping if required.)
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Visit : www.refordgardens.com/
From Wikipedia:
Elsie Stephen Meighen - born January 22, 1872, Perth, Ontario - and Robert Wilson Reford - born in 1867, Montreal - got married on June 12, 1894.
Elsie Reford was a pioneer of Canadian horticulture, creating one of the largest private gardens in Canada on her estate, Estevan Lodge in eastern Québec. Located in Grand-Métis on the south shore of the St. Lawrence River, her gardens have been open to the public since 1962 and operate under the name Les Jardins de Métis and Reford Gardens.
Born January 22, 1872 at Perth, Ontario, Elsie Reford was the eldest of three children born to Robert Meighen and Elsie Stephen. Coming from modest backgrounds themselves, Elsie’s parents ensured that their children received a good education. After being educated in Montreal, she was sent to finishing school in Dresden and Paris, returning to Montreal fluent in both German and French, and ready to take her place in society.
She married Robert Wilson Reford on June 12, 1894. She gave birth to two sons, Bruce in 1895 and Eric in 1900. Robert and Elsie Reford were, by many accounts, an ideal couple. In 1902, they built a house on Drummond Street in Montreal. They both loved the outdoors and they spend several weeks a year in a log cabin they built at Lac Caribou, south of Rimouski. In the autumn they hunted for caribou, deer, and ducks. They returned in winter to ski and snowshoe. Elsie Reford also liked to ride. She had learned as a girl and spent many hours riding on the slopes of Mount Royal. And of course, there was salmon-fishing – a sport at which she excelled.
In her day, she was known for her civic, social, and political activism. She was engaged in philanthropic activities, particularly for the Montreal Maternity Hospital and she was also the moving force behind the creation of the Women’s Canadian Club of Montreal, the first women club in Canada. She believed it important that the women become involved in debates over the great issues of the day, « something beyond the local gossip of the hour ». Her acquaintance with Lord Grey, the Governor-General of Canada from 1904 to 1911, led to her involvement in organizing, in 1908, Québec City’s tercentennial celebrations. The event was one of many to which she devoted herself in building bridges with French-Canadian community.
During the First World War, she joined her two sons in England and did volunteer work at the War Office, translating documents from German into English. After the war, she was active in the Victorian Order of Nurses, the Montreal Council of Social Agencies, and the National Association of Conservative Women.
In 1925 at the age of 53 years, Elsie Reford was operated for appendicitis and during her convalescence, her doctor counselled against fishing, fearing that she did not have the strength to return to the river.”Why not take up gardening?” he said, thinking this a more suitable pastime for a convalescent woman of a certain age. That is why she began laying out the gardens and supervising their construction. The gardens would take ten years to build, and would extend over more than twenty acres.
Elsie Reford had to overcome many difficulties in bringing her garden to life. First among them were the allergies that sometimes left her bedridden for days on end. The second obstacle was the property itself. Estevan was first and foremost a fishing lodge. The site was chosen because of its proximity to a salmon river and its dramatic views – not for the quality of the soil.
To counter-act nature’s deficiencies, she created soil for each of the plants she had selected, bringing peat and sand from nearby farms. This exchange was fortuitous to the local farmers, suffering through the Great Depression. Then, as now, the gardens provided much-needed work to an area with high unemployment. Elsie Reford’s genius as a gardener was born of the knowledge she developed of the needs of plants. Over the course of her long life, she became an expert plantsman. By the end of her life, Elsie Reford was able to counsel other gardeners, writing in the journals of the Royal Horticultural Society and the North American Lily Society. Elsie Reford was not a landscape architect and had no training of any kind as a garden designer. While she collected and appreciated art, she claimed no talents as an artist.
Elsie Stephen Reford died at her Drummond Street home on November 8, 1967 in her ninety-sixth year.
In 1995, the Reford Gardens ("Jardins de Métis") in Grand-Métis were designated a National Historic Site of Canada, as being an excellent Canadian example of the English-inspired garden.(Wikipedia)
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Visit : www.refordgardens.com
LES JARDINS DE MÉTIS
Créés par Elsie Reford de 1926 à 1958, ces jardins témoignent de façon remarquable de l’art paysager à l’anglaise. Disposés dans un cadre naturel, un ensemble de jardins exhibent fleurs vivaces, arbres et arbustes. Le jardin des pommetiers, les rocailles et l’Allée royale évoquent l’œuvre de cette dame passionnée d’horticulture. Agrémenté d’un ruisseau et de sentiers sinueux, ce site jouit d’un microclimat favorable à la croissance d’espèces uniques au Canada. Les pavots bleus et les lis, privilégiés par Mme Reford, y fleurissent toujours et contribuent , avec d’autres plantes exotiques et indigènes, à l’harmonie de ces lieux.
Created by Elsie Reford between 1926 and 1958, these gardens are an inspired example of the English art of the garden. Woven into a natural setting, a series of gardens display perennials, trees and shrubs. A crab-apple orchard, a rock garden, and the Long Walk are also the legacy of this dedicated horticulturist. A microclimate favours the growth of species found nowhere else in Canada, while the stream and winding paths add to the charm. Elsie Reford’s beloved blue poppies and lilies still bloom and contribute, with other exotic and indigenous plants, to the harmony of the site.
Commission des lieux et monuments historiques du Canada
Historic Sites and Monuments Board of Canada.
Gouvernement du Canada – Government of Canada
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