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- “Do not touch me…”

Gospel of John, chapter 20, verse 17 (John 20, 17)

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I was with you, Father,

at the moment of creation.

I could not fail to know the elements and master them.

What would it be to

lift the stone of a tomb

compared to your will as Creator?

You taught me how the world is composed

and made me your son,

but I was a participant

in creation.

The followers who followed me

believed in You and in me,

Your son.

They will be happy to see me rise again,

but I will weep

for those still chained

in hell,

and my hands

will silence their strident cries.

Poor souls,

who migrate toward nothingness.

The fear,

God,

of these blind depths,

of these people who have not had

the splendor of your reins.

Because you do not know,

Father,

what it means

to sit at Your right hand

as a king.

A gentle but not cowardly king

who mediates

between your divine wrath

and the lust and unbelief of man.

I,

who am just,

love man

and ask your forgiveness

through this slow agony

that has lasted for centuries

for the world.

Behold, Lord, I give you back my spirit

in the form of a white dove

that will fly toward heaven.

And no other way

have you built peace

than with the groins of a bird

that brings the olive branch to your lips.

Father,

I will rise again,

and I will sit at your right hand.

POEM OF THE CROSS - Alda Merini

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- “Noli me tangere …”

Vangelo di Giovanni, capitolo 20, versetto 17 (Giovanni 20, 17)

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- Ero con te, Padre,

al momento della creazione.

Non potevo non conoscere gli elementi e dominarli.

Cosa vuoi che sia

sollevare la pietra di un sepolcro

in confronto alla tua volontà di Creatore.

Tu mi hai insegnato come è composto il mondo

e mi hai reso figlio,

ma ero partecipe

della creazione.

I seguaci che mi hanno seguito

hanno creduto in Te e in me,

Tuo figlio.

Saranno felici di vedermi risorgere,

ma io piangerò

per quelli che sono ancora incatenati

nell'inferno

e le mie mani

faranno tacere i loro stridori.

Povere anime,

che migrano verso il nulla.

Lo spavento,

Dio,

di queste profondità cieche,

di questa gente che non ha avuto

lo splendore delle tue redini.

Perché tu non sai,

Padre,

cosa vuol dire

sedere alla Tua destra

in veste di re.

Un re mite ma non codardo

che fa da intermediario

tra la tua collera divina

e la lussuria e la miscredenza dell'uomo.

Io,

che sono giusto,

amo l'uomo

e ti chiedo perdono

attraverso questa lenta agonia

che dura da secoli

per il mondo.

Ecco, Signore, io ti rendo il mio spirito

in forma di bianca colomba

che volerà verso il cielo.

E non altrimenti

Tu hai costruito la pace

se non con gli inguini di un uccello

che porta l'ulivo alle tue labbra.

Padre,

io risorgerò,

e siederò alla Tua destra.

POEMA DELLA CROCE - Alda Merini

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This photographic story, with text, which I propose as my last work for Flickr in 2025 (2026 is now just a few minutes away), tells of the procession of the Holy Crucifix of Aracoeli, which took place in March of this year 2025 in the town of San Marco d'Alunzio (in the province of Messina). The procession normally begins on the morning of the last Friday of March each year, but there is an exception to this rule: when it coincides with Good Friday, then the procession is brought forward to the previous Friday. The procession of the Holy Crucifix of Aracoeli is an ancient penitential rite. On the feast day of the Crucifix, Holy Mass is celebrated in the Church of Aracoeli in San Marco d'Alunzio. On this occasion, the Holy Crucifix is celebrated. Crucifix (which is located in the church at the end of the right nave, at its feet is the painting of the Virgin of Sorrows pierced by seven swords), Christ on the Cross is removed by the devotees from the hook on which it is hanging, is carried outside the church, here it is raised and fixed on the float, the sermon of the priest who has climbed onto the float next to the Crucifix takes over, under the Cross is fixed the painting of His Sorrowful Mother, then they are carried in procession by the men (and women) in blue hoods called "babbaluti", they proceed invoking the pity and mercy of the Lord with a constant and rhythmic lament, saying "Signuri, Misericordia, Pietà!"; this is the norm, but this year the bad weather has brought some changes, the float on which they hoisted the SS. The crucifix with the kneeling babbaluti was not located in the churchyard, but inside the church. Christ was covered with a large sheet of cellophane to protect it from the rain, while the painting of the Madonna with swords in her heart was placed at her Son's feet only after the procession returned to the church. San Marco d'Alunzio is a charming town in the Messina area, located in the Nebrodi Mountains of Sicily. The procession takes place in honor of the Holy Crucifix of Araceli. This religious-penitential event is also known as the "procession of the babbaluti." These are those who, by vow or grace received, have chosen to carry the fercolo containing the crucifix and the painting on their shoulders in procession. they head to the nearby Church of Santa Maria dei Poveri or to some private home nearby where, sheltered from the curiosity of the faithful, they wear a simple but characteristic indigo-colored cloth habit, consisting of a tunic and a conical hood that covers the entire body and leaves only the eyes and hands free. It is not uncommon, however, for the penitents, rendered anonymous by the habit they wear, to also include women, who, to avoid any possibility of recognition, wear a pair of gloves; The babbaluti are 33 in number to commemorate the 33 years of Christ. The number is odd, in fact the 33rd babbaluto does not carry the vara. He (should be the “capo vara”) proceeds backwards, looking towards Christ and his Mother, and at the same time checks that everything is in order among the babbaluti, guiding the vara along the path, even if it is moving backwards (this is a way of proceeding in carrying the vara or fercolo, present in various Sicilian religious processions). So, the 32 (+1) "babbaluti" carry on their shoulders the float that bears the Holy Crucifix of the Araceli church (the statue of Christ was created by Scipione Li Volsi, in the year 1652, he was a sculptor and plasterer of the Sicilian Baroque), at whose feet, on the float, is tied the painting of Our Lady of Sorrows, whose chest appears pierced by seven swords (it is an 18th century painting), however, as already described, this year the painting, to protect it from the rain, was placed on the float only upon the return of the procession to the church. Before the procession begins, the babbaluti advance barefoot, wearing only heavy, hand-knitted stockings of raw wool. Before entering the church, they must walk a path of purification. When they approach the ancient church of Araceli, they bow and kiss the ground, thus receiving permission to enter the church. This, however, occurs through a side door, called the "false door" (in Sicilian dialect, "porta fausa"). Having entered the church from the side, they now exit through the main entrance, allowing them to take their places, kneeling in front and behind the float. To enter the "porta fausa," the babbaluti proceed in pairs, with the last babbaluti, the eldest, proceeding alone. After the priest's long-awaited speech, the procession can begin, winding through the streets of the picturesque and welcoming village of San Marco d'Alunzio. Along the way, the Babbaluti pace their steps, accompanying the mournful and plaintive jugular vein that invokes the Lord. Devout men and women walk alongside the Babbaluti, walking alongside the float, touching it, sometimes caressing it... just to have physical (and spiritual) contact with it. Finally, after completing a specific route, the procession returns to the ancient church (of Norman origins) of Aracoeli. Every time I attend this touching event, I am completely overwhelmed by emotion (which, however, I cannot abandon, lest I lose concentration while taking photos). The highlight is when the crucified Christ is removed from the hook fixed to the wall by expert men, and then carried (it seems to float) above the heads of the devotees, supported aloft with their hands, and hoisted and secured to the float. In these moments of intense emotion, it is common to see in the eyes of the devotees, shining with tears, that profound emotion of their relationship with this Christ, which has lasted forever: it is as if they were in the presence of the true Christ, in flesh and blood. This is the atmosphere experienced in those moments, this is the magic of the procession of the Most Holy Crucifix and His Mother, represented by the painting of Our Lady of Sorrows pierced by seven swords (an iconography of Spanish origin).

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Il presente racconto fotografico, con testo, che propongo come ultimo mio lavoro per Flickr dell’anno 2025 (oramai mancano pochi minuti al 2026) parla della processione del Santissimo Crocifisso di Aracoeli che si è tenuto nel marzo di quest’anno 2025 nel paese di San Marco d’Alunzio (in provincia di Messina). La processione normalmente inizia la mattina dell’ultimo venerdì del mese di marzo di ogni anno, c’è però una eccezione a questa regola, quando si realizza la coincidenza col Venerdì Santo, allora la processione viene anticipata al venerdì precedente. Quella del SS.Crocifisso di Aracoeli è un antico rito penitenziale, il giorno della festa del Crocifisso, a San Marco d'Alunzio si celebra la S. Messa nella Chiesa dell'Aracoeli, in questa occasione il SS. Crocifisso (che si trova nella chiesa in fondo alla navata di destra, ai suoi piedi è posto il quadro della Vergine Addolorata trafitta da sette spade), il Cristo sulla Croce viene tolto dai devoti dal gancio sul quale è appeso, viene portato all’esterno della chiesa, qui viene innalzato e fissato sulla vara, subentra il sermone del sacerdote salito sulla vara accanto al Crocifisso, sotto alla Croce viene fissato il quadro di sua Madre Addolorata, quindi vengono portati in processione dagli uomini (e donne) incappucciati di colore blu detti “babbaluti”, essi procedono invocando la pietà e la misericordia del Signore con un costante e ritmato lamento, dicendo “Signuri, Misericordia, Pietà!”; questa è la norma, ma quest’anno il cattivo tempo ha portato qualche cambiamento, la vara sulla quale hanno issato il SS. Crocifisso con i babbaluti messi in ginocchio, non si trovava sul sagrato davanti la chiesa, ma era dentro la chiesa, il Cristo veniva ricoperto con un ampio foglio di cellophane per proteggerlo dalla pioggia, mentre il quadro della Madonna con le spade nel cuore, è stato messo ai piedi di Suo Figlio solo al rientro della processione nella chiesa. San Marco d’Alunzio è un ameno paese del territorio Messinese, sito sui monti Nebrodi, in Sicilia; la processione si svolge proprio in onore del Santissimo Crocifisso di Araceli, è questa una ricorrenza religioso-penitenziale conosciuta anche come "processione dei babbaluti", essi sono coloro che per voto o per grazia ricevuta, hanno deciso di portare in processione sulle loro spalle il fercolo con il Crocifisso ed il quadro; essi si dirigono nella vicina Chiesa di Santa Maria dei Poveri o in qualche abitazione privata lì vicino dove, al riparo dalla curiosità dei fedeli, indossano un semplice ma caratteristico saio di tela di colore indaco, costituito da una tunica e un cappuccio di forma conica tale da coprire l'intero corpo e lasciare liberi solo gli occhi e le mani, non è raro purtuttavia che tra i penitenti, resi anonimi dal saio che indossano, vi siano anche delle donne, le quali per evitare qualsiasi possibilità di riconoscimento, indossano un paio di guanti; i babbaluti sono in numero di 33 per rievocare i 33 anni di Cristo, il numero è dispari, infatti il 33° babbaluto non porta la vara, egli (dovrebbe essere il “capo vara”) procede all’indietro, rivolgendo lo sguardo al Cristo ed a sua Madre, e nel contempo controlla che tutto sia in ordine tra i babbaluti, guidando la vara lungo il percorso, anche se il suo andamento è a ritroso, (questo è un modo di procedere nel portare la vara o fercolo, presente in diverse processioni religiose siciliane). Quindi, i 32 (+1) "babbaluti" portano sulle loro spalle la vara che reca il Santo Crocifisso della chiesa dell’Araceli (la statua del Cristo è stata creata da Scipione Li Volsi, nell'anno 1652, egli fu uno scultore e stuccatore del barocco SIciliano), ai cui piedi, sulla vara, viene legato il quadro della Madonna Addolorata, il cui petto appare trafitto da sette spade ( è un dipinto del XVIII secolo), purtuttavia come già descritto, quest’anno il quadro, per proteggerlo dalla pioggia, è stato messo sulla vara solo al rientro della processione in chiesa. I babbaluti prima dell'inizio della processione avanzano a piedi scalzi indossando solo delle pesanti calze di lana grezza realizzate a mano, devono percorrere, prima di entrare in chiesa, un cammino di purificazione: quando essi giungono in prossimità dell'antica chiesa dell'Araceli, essi si chinano e baciano in terra, ricevendo in tal modo il permesso per poter accedere dentro la chiesa, questo però avviene da una porta laterale, chiamata "falsa porta" (In dialetto siciliano “porta fausa”), una volta entrati in chiesa lateralmente, ora fuoriescono dall'ingresso principale, potendo così prendere posto, inginocchiandosi sul davanti ed alle spalle, della vara; i babbaluti per accedere alla “porta fausa” procedono in coppia, l’ultimo babbaluto procede da solo, lui è il più anziano tra i babbaluti; seguirà l'atteso discorso del sacerdote, terminato, potrà iniziare la processione che si svolge per le vie del pittoresco ed accogliente paese di San Marco d'Alunzio. Lungo il percorso i Babbaluti cadenzano la propria andatura accompagnandosi alla mesta e lamentosa giugulatoria che invoca il Signore . Ci sono uomini e donne devoti che procedono assieme ai babbaluti camminando a lato della vara, toccandola, ora accarezzandola...pur di avere un contatto fisico (e di rimando spirituale) con essa. Infine, dopo aver compiuto un preciso percorso, la processione fa rientro nell'antica chiesa (di origini Normanne) dell'Aracoeli. Ogniqualvolta sono presente a questa toccante ricorrenza sono completamente inondato da emozioni (alle quali però non posso abbandonarmi, perderei la concentrazione nel realizzare le foto), il momento clou è quando il Cristo Crocifisso viene tolto dal gancio fissato sul muro da uomini esperti, per poi essere portato (sembra galleggiare) sopra la testa dei devoti, sostenuto in alto con le mani, ed essere issato e fissato sulla vara; in questi momenti di intensa emozione è comune vedere negli occhi dei devoti, lucidi di lacrime, quella emozione profonda del loro rapporto con questo Cristo, che dura da sempre: è come se si trovassero al cospetto del Cristo vero, in carne ed ossa, questa è l’atmosfera che si vive in quei momenti, questa è la magia della processione del SS. Crocifisso e di Sua Madre, rappresentata dal quadro dell’Addolorata trafitta da sette spade (iconografia di origine spagnola).

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I love Fort McHenry. I really am disappointed that more was not taught about the war of 1812 and other local history to my area, while I was in school.

Please~View On Black

Thought of the day:

"....seems to me, you'd have to have a hole in your own to point the finger at somebody else's sheet."~ Mike Cooley~ Drive-By-Truckers (Awesome band, check em out.)

*Working Towards a Better World

Crows are incredibly smart. They can be taught five things on the drop. - Robbie Coltrane

The more often we see the things around us - even the beautiful and wonderful things - the more they become invisible to us. That is why we often take for granted the beauty of this world: the flowers, the trees, the birds, the clouds - even those we love. Because we see things so often, we see them less and less. - Joseph B. Wirthlin

Everyone likes birds. What wild creature is more accessible to our eyes and ears, as close to us and everyone in the world, as universal as a bird? -

David Attenborough

Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! xo💜💜

Despite this book's age, the collection of twelve essays contained within its covers discuss important ideas in Jewish education, many of which were far ahead of their time. The figures, from the 18th to the mid-20th centuries, include scholars, educators, philosophers, and a pediatrician, and they taught in many different language, though Hebrew would become the standard thanks to the Zionist movement and after the establishment of the State of Israel. The writings and theories covered include those of N.H. Wiesel, Samson Raphael Hirsch, Rabbi Israel Salanter, A.D. Gordon, Janusz Korczak, Franz Rosensweig, Martin Buber, Rabbi Kook, and Sarah Schenirer. This book, therefore, surveys trends in Jewish education and thought during periods of profound change in Jewish history and culture; their relevance are not lost in the book's age (New York: Thomas Yoseloff, 1964).

Taught by Eric the last day of Lyon's meeting. I really enjoy the 3D effect !

BEST VIEWED LARGE TO SEE SEQUINS/JEWELS

variations on a theme

mixed media on wood: acrylic paint, metallic paint, collage paper, sequins, jewels, glitter paint, sharpie pens

24" X 24"

2023

jennifer beinhacker

jenniferbeinhacker.com

art outside the edge

the variations are based on (middle figures) pastel i made while sitting in a cafe in paris

you taught me well; you were my teacher

and I thank you for the hell

you put me through.

I'm very grateful cause I finally really learned

what was important in my life;

And I thank my lucky stars everyday

that I'm not your wife....

- Alice Peacock

♬♪ A flower taught me how to pray

But as I grew, that flower changed

She started flaying in the wind

Like golden petals scattering

And I miss you dandelion

And even love you

And I wish there was a way

For me to trust you

But it hurts me every time

I try to touch you

But I miss you dandelion

And even love you ♬♪

🎧 Petals - Mariah Carrey

OUTFIT CREDITS:

Dress // ISON - cecelia bodysuit lace dress

Hair // TRUTH - Monsoon

Necklace // Avaway - Carrie Necklace Set

Rings // Livia - Jamilia Bento Rings

Nails // Cazimi - Ballerina Short Base Nails

Tattoos // NVUS - Struck by Lightning - [face tattoo] + Playboy Bunny (face left eyes) + JUNA Tattoo - "Mina" (shoulder/collar) + Milk Toast - "I am - Brat" (chest) +Carol G - “Little heart” (underboobs)

... to sit and be taught ... It is built to explore , play and learn.

Even I love playing with sand.

This was one of the sand toy shots I had taken for the MM - childhood toys theme... I chose this setup because it allowed me to get a selective colouring effect without really having to do any editing...However, I didn't upload the image to the group as it was not meeting their size requirement.

All my shots are handheld so I am exploring the idea of a gimbal.. While a tripod is much cheaper, I find it a bit cumbersome ....Any thoughts/suggestions / feedback on gimbal brand/ use etc. is welcome

My wish list seems to be just getting longer ...First it was the clip on macro lens, then the iPhone 11 pro and now the gimbal .. all still in my wish list .. and to think I want to move towards minimalistic lifestyle... God help me !!! LOL...

#ShotOniPhone, #iPhoneX

Already in 1683 self-taught botanist James Sutherland (c.1639-1719) was cultivating this plant in his Physic Garden on the grounds of Trinity Hospital in Edinburgh. He records it in the census of plants of this, the first Botanical Garden in Scotland, as Colutea flore rubello and in English as 'Red flowered Bastard-Senna from the Cape of good Hope'. Later it was given his name in Latin: Sutherlandia, and later again it goes scientifically by Lessertia frutescens. Lessertia is for Jules Paul Benjamin de Lessert (1773-1847). Usually today it's called Sutherlandia or Balloon Pea or Cancerbush. It's reputed to be an immune booster.

Apparently it's also some sort of psychic medicine: Zulus call it umwele, meaning something like an antidote to 'pulling one's hair out in distress'. In Afrikaans Sutherlandia goes by a pet-name eentjies (ducks) or gansies (geese) because of the seed pods or bladders (see photo) that float in water.

I was taught that in macro photography, less is more. I've been following that teaching as best I can, at least I think I have. I ended up posting my favorite shot of this scene first but I ran across this one and it just caught my eye again.

Waving was the first trick I taught Barney to do for the camera & one of the first "just for fun" tricks he ever learnt. It's been one of his favourites ever since - something he offers up to get attention when he's feeling ignored, or if I ask him to do something & he's unsure what I mean. He definitely knows saying "hi" works to make people look at him & often gets him a biscuit or two, or at least to give him a fuss!

Haha, actually, although it's titled "hi!", I have to be honest, I think Barney's wave here was more a "goodbye" wave than a "hello"... He was in a good mood, enjoying a walk in the woods in warm spring sunshine & had kindly agreed to sit for the camera. I was happy because some days, I'll ask Barney to pose & no matter what I offer in the form of tasty bribes, he will *not* co-operate until I put the camera down - or at least point it in Flynn's direction instead (as far as he's concerned, when it comes to posing for pictures, Barney's handed over the reins to the youngster)! However, after a minute or two of sitting nicely, Barney offered me a final cute smile & a big wave & then, the *second* he heard the shutter click, he sprang up & dashed off... He was in such a great hurry, that I nearly ended up face down amongst the flowers. For an old boy, Barney has a surprising amount of speed & strength & he can certainly launch himself at the end of a lead with a great deal of enthusiasm!

m.youtube.com/watch?v=h608vw_40w4

Taught by her grandma who is a generation cowgirl/trick rider SOOC It's all in the genes in this case. I still believe you're born loving horses or not. Others might contradict me and that's fine :)

A LIGHT IN THE WAY I TAUGHT THAT MY FATE WAS ROLLING AND ROLLING

estación del tren ligero periférico

TITULO COPIADO DE LA CANCIÓN DE JOSÉ ALFREDO JIMÉNEZ, TITULADA "EL REY", QUE EN UNA ESTROFA DICE UNA PIEDRA EN EL CAMINO ME ENSEÑÓ QUE MI DESTINO ERA RODAR Y RODAR

the state of the union in this time of the covid 19 pandemic

mixed media on wood: acrylic paint, metallic paint, sharpie pens, stamps, collage

18" X 12"

jennifer beinhacker

jenniferbeinhacker.com

art outside the edge

MEANING OF THIS PAINTING:

the state of the union in the age of the global covid 19 pandemic is sorely lacking direction . our union needed to be prepared to act swiftly, but aside from a few other countries, this was not so. it is said "we are all in this together", but alas, this is not how many in our union are acting. if we do not act together we will have no union left when we reach the other side.

SHOWN IN:

received this notification today 26 may, 2020:

Thank you so much for submitting to Arlington Public Library's Quaranzine! We are honored to have your beautiful work in our seventh edition! Seeing your creativity has meant a lot to all of us at the Library, and we're so excited to share it with the rest of the community.

this is the second time i have been featured in this magazine.

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Dalat vege market, it was huge. There was everything you could ever think of and then everything you did'nt know existed. I wouldnt say it was the most hygenic place to be serving and selling produce. But that did'nt stop me sampling some of the local goodies!

Rebecca taught me some new editing tricks. Apparently I can control individual colors in a photo???

SEE, YOU BLOODY NAYSAYERS! AN OLD DOG CAN LEARN NEW TRICKS!!

I've still got life left in me! It's not too late! I CAN CHANGE.

[CRIES]

I sat looking at the water & saw this in the reflection..

I taught a collaborative workshop in the desert with Lindsay Adler on Sunday, and the day after we went out shooting together. She had rented this huge dress, so we both wanted to use it for personal work rather than solely in a workshop. We set out to find poppy fields, but found that there were only a disappointing few along the side of the road. Instead we back-tracked to this field we had seen earlier with an eerie display of poles and wires and decided to shoot. She did her thing for the first hour, and then once the sun went down the model was mine and we could play :)

I was struck immediately by how thin the fabric was and how the light would go through it. The warm glow of the sunset brightened up the dress, and so I wanted to play on that interaction...

The sky being mimicked in her dress, mirrored in the image....her pose mimicking the surrounding wires and poles, crossing each other and looking incredibly industrial out in a beautiful field during sunset. I kept the rather silhouetted form that the model took on here instead of shooting multiple exposures (or rather, I did shoot multiple exposures but didn't use them) - I was ready for a bit of a change and this did that for me. Letting her skin go that dark made her look even more like the metal in the distance.

A play on this picture I did a while back and my love for flowing dresses :)

Model: Sonalii Castillo

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The Epic Of Sadness...

Your love taught me to grieve

and I have been in need, for centuries

a woman to make me grieve

for a woman, to cry upon her arms

like a sparrow

for a woman to gather my pieces

like shards of broken crystal

Your love has taught me, my lady, the worst habits

it has taught me to read my coffee cups

thousands of times a night

to experiment with alchemy,

to visit fortune tellers

It has taught me to leave my house

to comb the sidewalks

and search your face in raindrops

and in car lights

and to peruse your clothes

in the clothes of unknowns

and to search for your image

even…..even…..

even in the posters of advertisements

your love has taught me

to wander around, for hours

searching for a gypsies hair

that all gypsies women will envy

searching for a face, for a voice

which is all the faces and all the voices…

Your love entered me…my lady

into the cities of sadness

and I before you, never entered

the cities of sadness

I did not know…

that tears are the person

that a person without sadness

is only a shadow of a person…

Your love taught me

to behave like a boy

to draw your face with chalk

upon the wall

upon the sails of fishermen's boats

on the Church bells, on the crucifixes,

your love taught me, how love,

changes the map of time…

Your love taught me, that when I love

the earth stops revolving,

Your love taught me things

that were never accounted for

So I read children's fairytales

I entered the castles of Jennies

and I dreamt that she would marry me

the Sultan's daughter

those eyes..

clearer than the water of a lagoon

those lips…

more desirable than the flower of pomegranates

and I dreamt that I would kidnap her like a knight and I dreamt that I would give

her necklaces of pearl and coral

Your love taught me, my lady,

what is insanity

it taught me…how life may pass

without the Sultan's daughter arriving

by Nazir Qabbani

Children are taught that the noise that ducks make is "quack". But it is mainly Mallards that quack, and other ducks have their own characteristic voices. Wigeon whistle, and I managed to capture this one actually making its whistling "wheeeooo". You can have a listen here on the excellent Xeno-canto and recorded by a friend of mine Andrew Harrop: www.xeno-canto.org/522068 . Believe it or not the name Wigeon derives onomatopoeically from its whistling call originally from Latin, via Old French. The name was first recorded in Britain in 1513 (wegyons). In 1667 Christopher Merrett added a d and called it Widgeon, but one year later John Ray dropped the d and called it "Wigeon or Whewer". Though I still occasionally see it spelled with a d, often in newspapers.

Its scientific name has changed recently from Anas penelope to Mareca penelope. Mareca is a Brazilian Portuguese name for the Brazilian Teal but the name was used when DNA studies necessitated creating some new duck genera. Penelops is Greek for a type of duck with purple stripes (?) that rescued Penelope and fed her after she was cast into the sea by her parents.

Wigeon are quite scarce breeding birds (3-500 pairs), being largely confined to the uplands of England and Scotland, but in winter around half a million arrive from Iceland, Scandinavia and Russia. These birds escape the freezing conditions on their breeding grounds to enjoy the mild(!) winters we have in Britain. I photographed this male at Horbury in West Yorkshire this week.

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you have taught me all my firsts to becoming the most important person in the world... your mother, a mother.

.you were my first child, the daughter I dreamt of.

happy 10 years miss m... your life is just beginning and we know the years to come will only be that more amazing for a lady like you!

A view of the four arches bridge at pen y llyn a stone wall built in 1826 by self taught engineer from Penygroes John Hughes initially as a blacksmith and impressed Lord Newborough with his eye ingenuity an his eye for beauty.

Seen a Ad in Craigslist for a Free 7 month old Bloodhound male...Called my daughter and they went and picked him up and brought him up to us...Cleo has a younger playmate now and hopefully Bloodhound pups next year...All 3 dogs are gitting along fine

...Who taught me some of the local customs.

This is Dom Clasby and the beautiful Summer Barker, who along with Dom's brother Laurence and the fabulously handsome Neil Rushton, whose photos are forthcoming, adopted me in a local pub last evening.

They were some of the nicest people I've ever had the pleasure of randomly meeting.

Excerpt from the plaque:

Mark Nadjiwan, a self-taught artist working primarily in pen and ink, is inspired by his First Nation heritage. His unique style fuses Woodland and Northwest Coast Native art traditions. In his work, the Woodland's characteristic x-ray and wavy line motifs are interwoven with the clean form lines and geometry that typify Northwest Coast art. Mark's First Nation roots are grounded in the Georgian bay and Lake Superior regions. He and his artist wife, Patricia Gray, continue to live in the traditional territories of the Anishinabek Nation on the Saugeen (Bruce) Peninsula and he is a member of Neyaashiinigmiing Unceded First Nation.

Mark's work addresses the environmental and political challenges facing our modern times. He has been pleased to be the indigenous member of a small national team of academics, writers and artists lobbying to have the whiskyjack (Canada Jay) named as the National Bird of Canada. Mark's work can be found in venues and private collections across Canada, the United States and Europe.

Excerpt from www.insauga.com/artists-sought-for-indigenous-art-walk-in...:

Burlington, with support of the Hamilton Halton Brant Tourism Relief Fund, is creating an Indigenous Art Walk in Spencer Smith Park. This project seeks to celebrate and honour the work of First Nations, Métis and Inuit artists.

This project will link Spencer Smith Park with other key downtown arts and culture destinations including Joseph Brant Museum and the Art Gallery of Burlington.

In addition to the vinyl wraps, the Art Walk will include an Indigenous-themed crosswalk and a public art sculpture by David General which is being installed later this year at Joseph Brant Museum.

“Spencer Smith Park, along with every City facility, park and greenspace, is a welcoming and inclusive space,” said Chris Glenn, director of Recreation, Community and Culture.

“These nine commissions will honour and celebrate the work of First Nations, Metis and Inuit artists as residents and tourists walk along Spencer Smith Park and visit key downtown destinations such as the Joseph Brant Museum and the Art Gallery of Burlington.”

Taught by Rob during the Foldspace Origami Convention 2020.

Paper is kami.

Moving about in the Olympics has taught me many things. First and foremost I think, is that our lands are all readily precious and need to be guarded. I've learned that one of the simplest gifts that that we give to ourselves has little to do with anything more than being grateful.

Grateful, for what we have and for what we choose to be a part of. Grateful for family, friends and good health. Grateful for our pristine forests and miracles they supply to our soul.

I am acutely mindful of these pristine lands and only hope that future generations will allow them to prosper under their own unique plan. Sustainability may only occur with the reciprocal attitude of mankind.

This is a trust of sorts......

Sounds; www.youtube.com/watch?v=r40Tmvdsg-4

the embrace

hotel receipts and menus collected when i lived in europe

mixed media on wood: collaged paper, acrylic paint, tissue paper, hotel receipts, restaurant menus, paper bag, stamps, xerox of mud cloth i bought in africa

24" x 24"

jennifer beinhacker

jenniferbeinhacker.com

art outside the edge

MEANING OF PIECE:

Visual language used to generate the merging of figures to form one unity with activity. The texts reflects the adventure of travel as seen in the joy and wonderment on the faces. The hotel receipts, restaurants menus and mud cloths are the actual artifacts gathered in my travels. The creation of this work was an opportunity to once again experience how I travel the world to better understand it.

ART SHOW:

blue mountain gallery

530 W 25th St #403

New York, NY 10001

2 january-29 january 2019

artomatic

24 march-6 may 2017

1800 s. bell street

arlington, virginia

Shirt:BEORN- Kevin T- shirt @MOM

Shorts- CHUCK'S - Khelf Shorts

Portable bag: ExalteD- Fanny Pack- GIF

More details: under-pressure-style.blogspot.com/2020/05/look-005-life-t...

I was taught by my father as a child to always stop and get turtles out of the road. This tradition has yet to produce any negatives, however, this ten pounder wanted desperately to eat at least some part of me as I carried him to safety in the rain.

“THE RIVER first taught her to laugh—light, quick, ever-moving. But grief ran deeper. Now she drifts in quieter currents, a once-bright girl carried by waters that remember everything ”

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and then, november snowfall

taught me i couldn’t breathe

with you in my lungs

keeping company with

all those broken pieces.

instagram: meggsreilly

Marie Kondo taught us that we only need to keep items that "spark joy." This lesson applies to photography also. You want to avoid a cluttered image. Distracting elements take away from the main idea of the photo. You just want to keep the elements of the photo that spark joy.

A photographer's greatest tool in de-cluttering an image is composition. By moving closer, zooming in, or changing one's perspective, it is often -- but not always -- possible to eliminate distracting elements from the frame. In doing so, the question arises as to whether the photographer is misrepresenting how the scene truly looked. And an even bigger question, as to whether photography is by definition a lie since each photograph excludes the bigger picture just outside the edges of the frame.

In my photography, I try to maintain a high level of fidelity to the natural world. I don't want to make photos that look or feel fake. When I say I want to maintain fidelity to the scene, I don't mean that I want to make photos that are obvious snapshots, though. I want my photos to stand out and be unique. But natural. For instance, if I were hiking with you, I would be looking to make a photo of a scene or perspective that maybe you wouldn't have noticed (i.e. it would be unique to me), but that if you saw it after the fact you would believe it to be an authentic representation of the world on that hike on that day. In other words, while maybe the scene wouldn't catch your eye, it would have been possible for you to see it if I pointed it out.

Since everyone knows that a photographer, in framing a photo, is deliberately choosing what to include and exclude, it doesn't feel "fake" to use composition to eliminate distracting elements.

That's what makes this photo complicated for me. Here, I was drawn to the scene because of the relationship between the vertical lines of the tree trunks and their diagonal shadows, and how they contrasted with the bright white snow. The problem here is that while the scene was striking to observe, when I photographed it, I could not possibly find a composition that eliminated all the distracting little twigs popping out of the snow. Believe me, I tried. Since I couldn't subtract them with composition, I cloned them out in photoshop.

Even without the twigs, I feel like the photo is still honest to the way the scene felt. When I was there my mind filtered them out and I saw the big picture: the trunks and the shadows. It didn't feel cluttered. But when I looked at the photos on my computer it did.

Anyway, even if I won't be able to enter this photo into a contest like the NLPA due to the photoshopped twigs, it still reminds me of that beautiful morning on the side of Mount Moosilauke and it still sparks joy.

P.S. Full disclosure: I never watched Marie Kondo's show, so if I got this "sparks joy" thing all wrong, please someone let me know.

What is new, I really don't know

my life is upside down and I truly

don't have any ideas on how to put

it back in order.

Why do I feel that I'm walking on

eggshells not feeling the pain

that I inflict myself. I can't stop

crying from looking at my poor

body that refuses to listen to me.

A travel through books, old letters

to no avail, no answers are there

that will calm me down. I'm

looking for peace that I don't grasp,

music that sounds great to my

ears but my heart can't stand.

Am I true to my self, I really

don't know and at this point

in my life I can't really care anymore.

Please help me find a magic potion

before I give up on life.

Oh me, poor me, what have I done

to deserve this misery at this point

in my life...

We see everyday humans asking for help but no one really listen anymore, we just walk away and hope someone else will take care of it.

NB: (I personally saw things in our underground Metro system that just broke hearts daily).

just a random text art I made

hope u like it :)

Photographing wildlife has taught me a great deal about the amazing creatures all about us. One of the things I have definitely come to appreciate is how hard so many males of the bird species must work to capture the females' attention! Ladies where did we go wrong?? With elaborate displays, fly bys, fancy plumage, complex dances--in the end it is ladies' choice. And very few birds work harder than the male frigatebird.

A pouch hidden within their neck feathers can be inflated like a giant heart-shaped balloon. The male will sit on a branch, pouch expanded, drumming his beak together, singing, spreading out his wings and shimmying, trying in earnest to capture the attention of a female who is looking for the reddest and largest of balloons in a mate. I have included two links to short videos showing this process. It is quite the sight to see and hear, and you do find yourself rooting for the heartsick males to find love .

video.search.yahoo.com/yhs/search;_ylt=Awrih9dAhfBk_XkH5Y...

“Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction”

Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Early Filipinos were a people of the sea, living in coastal villages or near rivers. Boats were linked to many aspects of Filipino life: fishing, trade, warfare, piracy (trade-raiding for goods and slaves), travel, communication, and dwelling.

The Balanghai or Balangay or Butuan Boat is a plank boat adjoined by a carved-out plank edged through pins and dowels. It was first mentioned in the 16th Century in the Chronicles of Pigafetta, and is known as the oldest Pre-Hispanic watercraft found in the Philippines.

the Balangay is only found in the Philippines where a flotilla of such prehistoric wooden boat exists throughout the world. Nine specimens were discovered in 1976 in Butuan City, Agusan Del Norte, Mindanao and 3 of which have been excavated. Examination and extensive investigation reveals that the extant boats found in the excavation site date back to 320, 990 and 1250 AD.

The finely built boat, made without the use of blueprints but was taught from one generation to another, uses a technique still used by boat makers of Sibutu Island. Made 15 meters long and 3 to 4 meters wide, the Balangay is propelled by sail of buri or nipa fiber or padding and is large enough to hold 60 to 90 people. With the Balangays size, it was used for cargo and raiding purposes, giving proof that Butuan played a central role in trade.

Excerpt from the plaque:

Mark Nadjiwan, a self-taught artist working primarily in pen and ink, is inspired by his First Nation heritage. His unique style fuses Woodland and Northwest Coast Native art traditions. In his work, the Woodland's characteristic x-ray and wavy line motifs are interwoven with the clean form lines and geometry that typify Northwest Coast art. Mark's First Nation roots are grounded in the Georgian bay and Lake Superior regions. He and his artist wife, Patricia Gray, continue to live in the traditional territories of the Anishinabek Nation on the Saugeen (Bruce) Peninsula and he is a member of Neyaashiinigmiing Unceded First Nation.

Mark's work addresses the environmental and political challenges facing our modern times. He has been pleased to be the indigenous member of a small national team of academics, writers and artists lobbying to have the whiskyjack (Canada Jay) named as the National Bird of Canada. Mark's work can be found in venues and private collections across Canada, the United States and Europe.

Excerpt from www.insauga.com/artists-sought-for-indigenous-art-walk-in...:

Burlington, with support of the Hamilton Halton Brant Tourism Relief Fund, is creating an Indigenous Art Walk in Spencer Smith Park. This project seeks to celebrate and honour the work of First Nations, Métis and Inuit artists.

This project will link Spencer Smith Park with other key downtown arts and culture destinations including Joseph Brant Museum and the Art Gallery of Burlington.

In addition to the vinyl wraps, the Art Walk will include an Indigenous-themed crosswalk and a public art sculpture by David General which is being installed later this year at Joseph Brant Museum.

“Spencer Smith Park, along with every City facility, park and greenspace, is a welcoming and inclusive space,” said Chris Glenn, director of Recreation, Community and Culture.

“These nine commissions will honour and celebrate the work of First Nations, Metis and Inuit artists as residents and tourists walk along Spencer Smith Park and visit key downtown destinations such as the Joseph Brant Museum and the Art Gallery of Burlington.”

She taught me about Husky/Malamute Love!

Her Vet said,"I'm in love with your dog"

She is the reason I love Huskies.

Because of Sonja, I 'looked for' Anna and Ruby.

Going to North Carolina...About 14 3/4" tall...Carved from Pine

Excerpt from the plaque:

Mark Nadjiwan, a self-taught artist working primarily in pen and ink, is inspired by his First Nation heritage. His unique style fuses Woodland and Northwest Coast Native art traditions. In his work, the Woodland's characteristic x-ray and wavy line motifs are interwoven with the clean form lines and geometry that typify Northwest Coast art. Mark's First Nation roots are grounded in the Georgian bay and Lake Superior regions. He and his artist wife, Patricia Gray, continue to live in the traditional territories of the Anishinabek Nation on the Saugeen (Bruce) Peninsula and he is a member of Neyaashiinigmiing Unceded First Nation.

Mark's work addresses the environmental and political challenges facing our modern times. He has been pleased to be the indigenous member of a small national team of academics, writers and artists lobbying to have the whiskyjack (Canada Jay) named as the National Bird of Canada. Mark's work can be found in venues and private collections across Canada, the United States and Europe.

Excerpt from www.insauga.com/artists-sought-for-indigenous-art-walk-in...:

Burlington, with support of the Hamilton Halton Brant Tourism Relief Fund, is creating an Indigenous Art Walk in Spencer Smith Park. This project seeks to celebrate and honour the work of First Nations, Métis and Inuit artists.

This project will link Spencer Smith Park with other key downtown arts and culture destinations including Joseph Brant Museum and the Art Gallery of Burlington.

In addition to the vinyl wraps, the Art Walk will include an Indigenous-themed crosswalk and a public art sculpture by David General which is being installed later this year at Joseph Brant Museum.

“Spencer Smith Park, along with every City facility, park and greenspace, is a welcoming and inclusive space,” said Chris Glenn, director of Recreation, Community and Culture.

“These nine commissions will honour and celebrate the work of First Nations, Metis and Inuit artists as residents and tourists walk along Spencer Smith Park and visit key downtown destinations such as the Joseph Brant Museum and the Art Gallery of Burlington.”

... her mother taught her to sew and to be daring in her choice of colors and designs...

(words by Snuffy)

Coralie is beautifully created by The Red Team for "For The Love of Blythe" doll project..

Nicole (Angel Lily ) - Hair & Eye Chips :)

Snuffy - Story of Coralie & flower clippies

Maria (Chu Things) - Face up

Laurinda (TRIO) - Outfits, Box & Stand

Jodie (Kittyrobot) - Pull rings and charms

Linda (Addicted To Plastic) - goggles & sprinkles clippies

Yenny - Photography

I took a Night Photography class sponsored by Desert Botanical Garden and taught by Ryan Parra - a photography professor at Mesa Community College and Arizona State University. I learned a lot and practiced a lot. I really feel that I had improved significantly by the end of the class. One big problem with classes like this is keeping other photographers out of the frame.

This HYBYCOZO sculpture is titled Pyrite Field. It greets visitors in the Ottosen Entry Garden. Any correction will be appreciated.

dbg.org/events/light-bloom/2024-10-12/

www.youtube.com/watch?v=FFelgzzzQqg

LIGHT BLOOM by HYBYCOZO is a limited-time exhibit where nature and light converge. This mesmerizing display invites you to explore the Garden transformed by stunning geometric light installations that illuminate the beauty of the desert landscape in a new way. As the sun sets, LIGHT BLOOM comes to life, casting intricate shadows and vibrant hues across the Garden. Wander the trails and let the enchanting installations transport you to a magical realm where the natural world meets the abstract.

www.hybycozo.com/artists

HYBYCOZO is the collaborative studio of artists Serge Beaulieu and Yelena Filipchuk. Based in Los Angeles, their work consists of larger than life geometric sculptures, often with pattern and texture that draw on inspirations from mathematics, science, and natural phenomena. Typically illuminated, the work celebrates the inherent beauty of form and pattern and represents their ongoing journey in exploring the myriad dimensions of geometry. HYBYCOZO is short for the Hyperspace Bypass Construction Zone, a nod to their favorite novel (The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy) and was the title of their first installation in 2014. They continue to create under this name. In the novel earth was being destroyed to make way for a bypass. It lead Serge and Yelena to ask what it means to make art at a time where the earth’s hospitable time in the universe may be limited.

dbg.org/meet-the-artists-behind-light-bloom/

Q: Walk us through your creative process?

A: The focus of our creative process is to explore the intricate interplay between geometry, light, space and to inspire contemplation, wonder and a sense of place among our audiences. Geometry and pattern-making serve as the backbone of our creative expression. It is the framework through which we navigate the complexities of form, proportion and spatial relationships. Patterns, both simple and complex, have a profound impact on our perception and understanding of the world. They possess the ability to evoke a sense of order, balance and aesthetic pleasure. Pattern making and geometry offer us a means of storytelling and communication. These patterns serve as conduits for deeper exploration, provoking introspection and contemplation to uncover the underlying symbols embedded within the human psyche.

Q: What inspired the concept of LIGHT BLOOM?

A: Just as many cactus and desert plants have evolved to produce night-blooming flowers, adapting to their environment and thriving in darkness, our sculptures come alive after sunset, blossoming with light and transforming the night into a glowing landscape of art and geometry.

Desert Botanical Garden has an incredible collection of plants and cacti arranged in a beautiful park setting.

dbg.org/

"Think the desert is all dirt and tumbleweeds? Think again. Desert Botanical Garden is home to thousands of species of cactus, trees and flowers from all around the world spread across 55 acres in Phoenix, Arizona."

Desert Botanical Garden

DBG HYBYCOZO Light Bloom

A little bird taught me

a happy song

And when I'm lonely

Sadder than I ever am

I remember he taught me

In this song it says:

I live life singing

Hi-Lili, Hi-Lili, Hi-Lo

That's why I'm always happy

What passed, passed

The world spins fast

And in these laps that I go

Singing the song so happily that says:

Hi-Lili, Hi-Lili, Hi-Lo

That's why I'm always happy

Hi-Lili, Hi-Lili, Hi-Lo

A artista e fotógrafa Fernanda Vieira Clins, a muitos anos vem cultivando este trabalho de arte contemporânea em fotografia.A arte que cura PÓS GRADUADA EM ARTE TERAPIA.

Espalhando pelo mundo suas imagens com um toque doce e iluminado.

Atenção: minhas peças encontram-se no Flicker e no Instagram.

Não mostramos em outros lugares.

Entregamos DUAS COPIAS POR TIRAGEM DOS ORIGINAIS.

Nosso objetivo é mostrar exclusividade e peças únicas.

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Obrigada a todos e volte sempre.