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I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.
-Jean-Paul Sartre
Taken and edited on iPhone 4
Apps Used: SlowShutter, ToonPaint, Artista Sketch, PicGrunger, Blender, Superimpose, ?
At the Fort Sumter Visitor Center, on the downtown Charleston waterfront. In Victorian times, specially during the American Civil War, locks of hair of the deceased were preserved and often made into jewelry to wear.
Fort Sumter is a brick coastal defense fort designed to guard the entrance to Charleston Harbor. It was built on a man made island on a shoal adjacent to the ship channel. Construction began in 1829 and was near completion when, in December 1860, South Carolina seceded from the Union and began the chain of events which led to the American Civil War. Major Robert Anderson, the US commander in the area, responded by moving his small garrison during the night from the indefensible Fort Moultrie, on shore, to Fort Sumter. South Carolina claimed ownership of all Federal forts in the Charleston area. Major Anderson would not surrender Fort Sumter or his command. The Confederate government decided to force the issue and began bombarding Fort Sumter on April 12, 1861. The bombardment continued for 34 hours, until a fire threatened the fort's magazine. At that point, Major Anderson surrendered the fort. Near Charleston, South Carolina. I visited this place on April 12, 2018.
'Sweet Surrender' Opening Reception
Gallery 1988 San Francisco, March 6th 09'
Michelle "Mia" Araujo, Krista Huot, Camilla d'Errico, Jennifer Tong, & Allison Torneros
This 25 foot statue stands on the corner of 13 mile and Woodward in Royal Oak Michigan. It represents the famous kiss at the end of WWII in New York’s time square.
On June 20,2016 the statue was erected here in Royal Oak, Michigan after traveling from New Jersey. It will remain on display for 6 months to raise awareness and inspire donations for the WWII Legacy Memorial planned for the RO memorial park. This statue is one of four statues and the only one that moves around the country. The other three statues are permanently displayed, one in Sarasota, one in San Diego and one in Normandy, France.
Here is the statue resting on a flat bed on Woodward Avenue as workers prep the stand it will eventually be standing on.
Yes - this is for real - don't know what kind of spider this is, but it was big enough that I was afrraid to get too close to it! It looks like some kind of cartoon character if you ask me!
Oriental, North Carolina, September 27, 2020, 3:19 pm: Surrender the booty: Boat riders are enjoying the Pirate Jam sponsored by the Pamlico County Arts Council from the public pier next to Oriental’s wildlife resources boat ramp. The boat’s pirate flag encourages would-be victims to “Surrender the booty.”
Each click reverberates a thousand echoes…
Each tap trembles the spine it tingles
No need, no feed, lines all but dropped
Of words deferred how many times How many opportunities
From black to white, a transformation reveals
No words, a blank slate as if a heart is sealed
From rolling pastures, green deep green
Submerged in aqua canyons Now empty vessels
Treasures drowned in an aqueous depth
Where screams disappear and enter a void
Light beguiled a silent bubble
Shadows dance with light no flame
Oh but a glimpse as shadows engulf
Thy tender frame in canyon depths
Rise oh light, the mountain grows
Making it easier, reading thy wish
Hushing and tearing apart every pulse
Close thy palm for the need is it there
When alone it floats as gardens close
Open thy palm for empty it’s not
The garden is a gift it always gives
Regardless of want, but it hopes
Sink deeper into the silt
Kisses the skin the earth moisturises
And there it rests
Until mountains tumble
Submerging deeper sadness is snuffed
Trust oh trust oh listen oh see
Souls cannot rest and souls cannot sing
Spacious cores listen to each breath
Beyond all gems known to me
The wearer who chooses immerses in awe
Its essence consistently inwards it throbs
Rise to the surface the moons pulling harder
Flow with the current, out of the sea
Spill over mountains Surrender to beauty
~ Anna Stanislawa
The Battle of Appomattox Court House, fought in Appomattox County, Virginia, on the morning of April 9, 1865, was one of the last battles of the American Civil War (1861–1865). It was the final engagement of Confederate General in Chief, Robert E. Lee, and his Army of Northern Virginia before it surrendered to the Union Army of the Potomac under the Commanding General of the United States, Ulysses S. Grant.
Lee, having abandoned the Confederate capital of Richmond, Virginia, after the nine-and-a-half-month Siege of Petersburg and Richmond, retreated west, hoping to join his army with the remaining Confederate forces in North Carolina, the Army of Tennessee under Gen. Joseph E. Johnston. Union infantry and cavalry forces under Gen. Philip Sheridan pursued and cut off the Confederates' retreat at the central Virginia village of Appomattox Court House. Lee launched a last-ditch attack to break through the Union forces to his front, assuming the Union force consisted entirely of lightly armed cavalry. When he realized that the cavalry was now backed up by two corps of federal infantry, he had no choice but to surrender with his further avenue of retreat and escape now cut off.
The signing of the surrender documents occurred in the parlor of the house owned by Wilmer McLean on the afternoon of April 9. On April 12, a formal ceremony of parade and the stacking of arms led by Confederate Maj. Gen. John B. Gordon to federal Brig. Gen. Joshua Chamberlain marked the disbandment of the Army of Northern Virginia with the parole of its nearly 28,000 remaining officers and men, free to return home without their major weapons but enabling men to take their horses and officers to retain their sidearms (swords and pistols), and effectively ending the war in Virginia.
This event triggered a series of subsequent surrenders across the South, in North Carolina, Alabama and finally Shreveport, Louisiana, for the Trans-Mississippi Theater in the West by June, signaling the end of the four-year-long war.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Appomattox_Court_House
From April 2nd and the Fall of Petersburg to April 9th and the surrender of the Army of Northern Virginia at Appomattox Court House, Confederate and Federal armies engaged in skirmishes and battles, including a major battle at Sailor’s Creek. The Confederates were desperate to get to Lynchburg for supplies and to break out to join Confederate forces in North Carolina. The Federals sought peace as Lincoln envisioned it, starting with the destruction or surrender of the Army of Northern Virginia.
The armies confronted each other on the gently rolling terrain in and around Appomattox Court House at dawn on April 9th. Confederates of the Secord Corps, under the leadership of Major General John B. Gordon, swept forward across the ridgelines to clash with the Federal cavalry of Major General Philip Sheridan. Initial assaults were successful, but Federal infantry from Major General Charles Griffin’s Fifth Corps and Major General John Gibbon’s Twenty Fourth Corps arrived after a forced march. These men, including some 5,000 United States Colored Troops, blocked Lee’s army from accessing roads to Lynchburg and Danville.
Confederates under the command of Lieutenant General James Longstreet could not provide support for Gordon because the Federal Second Corps of Major General Andrew A. Humphreys advanced against Longstreet’s troops. Grant, in a letter from April 7, had asked Lee to accept the “hopelessness of further resistance.” With his army surrounded, Lee now agreed with Grant’s assessment and ordered his officers to offer a white flag of truce.
Lee and Grant exchanged letters regarding the surrender of the Army of Northern Virginia. Grant’s terms, reflecting Lincoln’s Second Inaugural Address and Lincoln’s recent guidance provided at City Point, Virginia, required a promise to surrender arms and not engage in further conflicts against the United States. Grant did not ask for unconditional surrender. Lee accepted the terms.
Sergeant Major William McCoslin, serving in the 29th Regiment USCI, declared in a May 1865 letter that “We the colored soldiers, have fairly won our rights by loyalty and bravery”. In contrast, Brigadier General Armistead Lindsay Long from the Army of Northern Virginia communicated that “It is impossible to describe the anguish of the troops when it was known that the surrender of the army was inevitable. Of all their trials, this was the greatest and hardest to endure”. On April 9, Colonel Elisha Hunt Rhodes, who served as part of the 2nd Rhode Island Infantry, chronicled that the “Rebels are half starved, and our men have divided their rations with them . . . . We did it cheerfully”. Brevet Major General Joshua Chamberlain stated that “Brave men may become good friends,” but Chamberlain further reported that a Confederate officer was more uncertain: “You’re mistaken, sir . . . . You may forgive us but we won’t be forgiven. There is rancor in our hearts . . . which you little dream of”.
On the evening of April 9, Pvt. Hiram W. Harding, who served in the 9th Virginia Cavalry Company D, described this poignant occasion in his diary: the “noble army of Northern Virginia was surrendered to day at ten O'clock & the Cavalry ordered to Buckingham courthouse there to be disbanded”. Federal officials printed parole passes for Confederate soldiers beginning on April 10th from the Clover Hill Tavern; the formal ceremony of the stacking of arms took place April 12th. The American myth of Appomattox, Grant, and Lee and their individual and nuanced symbolism sparked simultaneously with the surrender.
Written by Russ Wood, Appomattox Court House NHP Volunteer
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Sumac trees surrender to Autumn's cold blast by turning a deep red or orange. They can be spectacular!
Buoyancy
I saw you and became empty.
This emptiness, more beautiful than existence,
it obliterates existence, and yet when it comes,
existence thrives and creates more existence.
To praise is to praise
how one surrenders to the emptiness.
To praise the sun is to praise your own eyes.
Praise, the ocean. What we say, a little ship.
So the sea journey goes on, and who knows where?
Just to be held by the ocean is the best luck
we could have. It is a total waking-up.
Why should we grieve that we have been sleeping?
It does not matter how long we’ve been unconscious.
We are groggy, but let the guilt go.
Feel the notions of tenderness around you, the buoyancy.
~ Rumi
If you have any good or bad imagination about Brahman (the supreme self), considering Brahman separate from an individual soul, don't imagine like this. In fact all of us are Brahman, but this fact needs to be realized.
Sweet Surrender – Photo Series
Model: Racheeda2000
Location: Sweet Surrender
Set within a dreamlike coastal landscape, Sweet Surrender unfolds as a visual journey between serenity, intimacy, and quiet strength. The location blends natural elements—rock formations, flowing water, lush greenery, and open sea views—into a poetic environment that feels both secluded and timeless.
Racheeda2000 moves through the scenery with effortless elegance, her presence calm yet expressive. Whether reclining on sunlit wooden decks, resting near gentle campfires inside coastal caves, or standing poised against vast ocean horizons, she becomes an organic part of the environment rather than a subject placed within it.
Soft natural lighting, combined with carefully chosen perspectives, highlights subtle emotions: contemplation, confidence, and surrender to the moment. The contrast between open landscapes and intimate spaces creates a cinematic rhythm—wide shots emphasize freedom and scale, while close-ups draw attention to refined details, facial expressions, and posture.
Sweet Surrender is not just a location, but a mood: a quiet escape where time slows, nature embraces the subject, and beauty reveals itself through stillness and balance.
Lentamente muore
Lentamente muore chi diventa schiavo dell'abitudine, ripetendo ogni
giorno gli stessi percorsi, chi non cambia la marca, chi non
rischia e cambia colore dei vestiti, chi non parla a chi non conosce.
Muore lentamente chi evita una passione, chi preferisce il nero su
bianco e i puntini sulle "i" piuttosto che un insieme di emozioni,
proprio quelle che fanno brillare gli occhi, quelle che fanno di uno
sbadiglio un sorriso, quelle che fanno battere il cuore davanti
all'errore e ai sentimenti.
Lentamente muore chi non capovolge il tavolo, chi è infelice sul
lavoro, chi non rischia la certezza per l'incertezza, per inseguire un
sogno, chi non si permette almeno una volta nella vita di fuggire ai
consigli sensati. Lentamente muore chi non viaggia, chi non legge, chi
non ascolta musica, chi non trova grazia in se stesso. Muore lentamente
chi distrugge l'amor proprio, chi non si lascia aiutare; chi passa i
giorni a lamentarsi della propria sfortuna o della pioggia incessante.
Lentamente muore chi abbandona un progetto prima di iniziarlo, chi non
fa domande sugli argomenti che non conosce, chi non risponde quando gli
chiedono qualcosa che conosce.
Evitiamo la morte a piccole dosi, ricordando sempre che essere vivo
richiede uno sforzo di gran lunga maggiore del semplice fatto di
respirare.
Soltanto l'ardente pazienza porterà al raggiungimento di una splendida
felicità.
(P. Neruda)