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One Man And His Dog.
A candid taken during the last street shoot we had in Durham city. Really enjoy the challenge of street, it’s quite exciting not knowing what scenes I will come across. Need to do more, Newcastle city centre next, me thinks 😃
Happy Sunday 😊😍
"Madame Meilland" est un trésor végétal sauvé de la seconde guerre mondiale. Voici son histoire:
Afin de protéger sa création de l'invasion de la France par l'Allemagne en juin 40, Francis Meilland fit parvenir ses boutures à des amis basés en Turquie, en Italie et en Allemagne.
La plante fut aussi envoyée aux Etats-Unis sous forme de quelques greffons, via le consul américain qui utilisa le dernier avion à quitter la région lyonnaise en 1942. La variété fut ainsi préservée par Robert Pyle, un rosiériste de Pensylvanie, ami américain de la famille Meilland depuis 1933.
A l'automne 1942, F. Meilland publia cette nouvelle rose dans le catalogue de l'entreprise, lui attribuant le nom de sa mère décédée 10 ans plus tôt: Madame A. Meilland.
Après la signature de l'armistice le 8 mai 1945, F. Meilland reçut une nouvelle inattendue de la part de Robert Pyle: Il avait officiellement lancé la commercialisation du rosier N°3-35-40 sous le nom de "PEACE". Le baptême avait été organisé par l'American Rose Society à Pasadena en Californie en présence de vedettes de cette époque.
C'était le jour de la chute de Berlin, date considérée officiellement comme marquant la fin de la Seconde Guerre Mondiale en Europe !
La nouvelle "Rose Peace" fut offerte aux 49 personnes des différents pays, qui, le 26 juin 1945 se réunirent à San Francisco pour constituer l'ONU.
Une "ROSE de la PAIX" était posée sur le bureau de chacun des délégués, accompagnée de cette note; "NOUS ESPERONS QUE LA "ROSE PEACE" PORTERA LES PENSEES HUMAINES VERS UNE PAIX DURABLE DANS LE MONDE"...
Quand la petite histoire rejoint la grande Histoire...
J'aurai toujours un rosier Madame Meilland dit "Rose Peace" dans mon jardin...
Here is the History of the rose "Madame Meilland" or "PEACE ROSE":
The history of "Peace Rose" and how it came about is a fascinating story wich is well worth telling.
In 1935, the French rose breeder Françis Meilland chose fifty seedlings from his seed beds. One of which was labelled 3-35-40. Over the next few years, F. Meilland watched its development with interest and planned to launch the new rose as "Madame Antoine Meilland" in honour of his mother.
However, a few months later, Hitler invaded France and the future of the rose nursery looked dire. To ensure that the new rose was not lost forever, F. Meilland managed to get 3 parcels of budwood out of the country, one of which was smuggled out in a diplomatic bag on the last plane out of France. The budwood was sent to another rose breeder, Robert Pyle, in Pensylvania, USA.
Over the next few years, F. Meilland launched his new rose in France as "Madame Antoine Meilland". He was not aware that some of the budwood had reached Germany, and Italy and the rose was being sold under different names. In Germany, it was called "Gloria Dei", and in Italy "Gioia".
F. Meilland had not had any word from America and had no idea the fate of his rose over there.
It was not untill liberation of France in 1945, that F. Meilland finally heard from Robert Pyle that the rose had survived the war and was being grown successfully.
In the meantime, F. Meilland had decided to change the name of the rose. He wrote to Field Marshall Alan Brooke to thank him for his part in the liberation of France, and to ask him if he would give his name to the rose. The Field Marshall declined stating that a far more fitting name would be "PEACE".
The new name "Peace" was publicly announced in America by Robert Pyle on the 29th April 1945, the very day that Berlin fell and was officialy considered the end of Second World War in Europe.
Towards the end of 1945, "Peace Roses" were given to each of the delegations at the inaugural meeting of the UNITED NATIONS in San Francisco each with a note which read
"We HOPE THE "PEACE ROSE" WILL INFLUENCE MEN'S THOUGHTS FOR EVERLASTING WORLD PEACE"...
I will always have a rosebush "Peace Rose" in my garden...
The Crazy Tuesday theme for 1/17 is measuring and/or measuring instruments. A gazillion years ago I used to videotape memorable events and I designed a business card with this teddy logo. Found a place online that would turn designs into watches- cool huh?
ANSH scavenger19 older technology
……💙⏰ HCT 📏💙
Great Spotted Woodpeckers.
The youngster is not one of this females chicks and she determinedly chased it away from the feeders.
They're very territorial and even a House Sparrow who dared to venture into the cage lost a few feathers.
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In the evening sun and after the rain: Großer Brachvogel (Numenius arquata) - (eurasion) curlew
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Großer Brachvogel (Numenius arquata) - (eurasion) curlew
de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gro%C3%9Fer_Brachvogel
Der Große Brachvogel (Numenius arquata) ist eine Vogelart aus der Familie der Schnepfenvögel (Scolopacidae). Es werden zwei Unterarten unterschieden. Die Nominatform ist in Mitteleuropa ein zunehmend seltener Brut- und Sommervogel. Die Rote Liste der Brutvögel Deutschlands von 2015 führt die Art in der Kategorie 1 als vom Aussterben bedroht.[1] Er ist während der Zugzeiten ein regelmäßiger Durchzügler und Rastvogel, der gebietsweise auch überwintert.[2]
In Deutschland war der Große Brachvogel im Jahre 1982 Vogel des Jahres.
Beschreibung
Der Große Brachvogel ist etwa 50 bis 60 cm lang und wiegt zwischen 600 und 1000 Gramm. Die Flügelspannweite beträgt 80 bis 100 cm. Die Vögel sind die größten Watvögel, und sie sind in Europa die häufigsten Vertreter der Brachvögel. Charakteristisches Kennzeichen des Großen Brachvogels ist der lange und stark nach unten gekrümmte Schnabel. Das Weibchen ist etwas größer als das Männchen und hat einen deutlich stärker gebogenen und längeren Schnabel. Ansonsten sehen die Geschlechter gleich aus.
Große Brachvögel sind eher unscheinbar gefärbt. Der Kopf, der Hals, die Brust die Körperoberseite sind fahl beigebraun mit dunklen Streifen und Flecken. Die Wangen sind dunkel gestrichelt und kontrastieren dadurch mit dem hellen Kinn- und Kehlfleck. Die Brust ist etwas kräftiger gestreift und wird zum Bauch hin heller. Im Flug wird der weiße Bürzel sichtbar, der mit dem weißen Rücken einen weißen Keil bildet.
Eurasian curlew
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eurasian_curlew
The Eurasian curlew or common curlew (Numenius arquata) is a wader in the large family Scolopacidae. It is one of the most widespread of the curlews, breeding across temperate Europe and Asia. In Europe, this species is often referred to just as the "curlew", and in Scotland known as the "whaup" in Scots.
This is the largest wader in its range, at 50–60 cm (20–24 in) in length, with an 89–106 cm (35–42 in) wingspan and a body weight of 410–1,360 g (0.90–3.00 lb).[2] It is mainly greyish brown, with a white back, greyish-blue legs and a very long curved bill. Males and females look identical, but the bill is longest in the adult female. It is generally not possible to recognize the sex of a single Eurasian curlew, or even several ones, as there is much variation; telling male and female of a mated pair apart is usually possible however.
The familiar call is a loud curloo-oo.
The only similar species over most of the curlew's range is the whimbrel (N. phaeopus). The whimbrel is smaller and has a shorter bill with a kink rather than a smooth curve. Flying curlews may also resemble bar-tailed godwits (Limosa lapponica) in their winter plumages; however, the latter have a smaller body, a slightly upturned beak, and legs that do not reach far beyond their tail tips. The Eurasian curlew's feet are longer, forming a conspicuous "point".
The curlew exists as a migratory species over most of its range, wintering in Africa, southern Europe and south Asia. Occasionally a vagrant individual reaches places far from its normal range, such as Nova Scotia[3] and the Marianas.[4][5] It is present all year in the milder climates of Ireland and the United Kingdom and its adjacent European coasts.
I was wandering around one day in the Empress Chambers sim, which is gorgeous and very worth visiting, and happened to meet the owner/creator of the sim and had a nice and interesting conversation with her. I cammed in on her from afar as she very graciously told me her story and took just two pictures of her but I thought they came out very well for no set up. It was just a spontaneous few snaps that I didn't even really intend to take but it was such a gorgeous environment and I thought the picture just had a certain something I liked. She could not have been any nicer and welcomed me to take pictures there anytime.
Light enters and I remember who I am: he is there.
He begins by telling me his name which is mine.
.. , in the shadows of the other kingdom, there will I be,
waiting for myself.
Entra la luz y me recuerdo: ahí está...
.... 'The Watcher'
.... Jorge Luis Borges
For Macro Mondays - Inside Electronics.
Part of the circuit board of an older clock radio.
Happy Macro Monday!
And the Sandhill Crane is out of here! This is one of the takeoffs from Creamers Field in Fairbanks, Alaska during the August Crane Festival as the Sandhill Cranes are migrating south for the winter. I was able to predict the takeoffs much better as I now understand the behavior that indicates they're ready to take flight. They have a particular lean they do when they're telling their mates that they're ready to go. When I see them do this it's usually within seconds that they run forward and take to the sky.
Taken 21 August 2021 at Creamer's Field, Fairbanks, Alaska
I have an abundance of squirrels out my windows, probably because I have bird feeders there. These guys are free entertainment all day long. I have never before seen them interact like this - the one appeared to be grooming the other, or just giving a secret suggestion on how to get the seeds out of that feeder!
2020 Weekly Alphabet Challenge: Activity (yeah, I kinda forgot about it this week but this should work, right?)
Mark this one down to identifiable Sandhill Crane behavior.
I had no end of delight showing this to others while at Creamer's Field during the autumn crane migration from Alaska to the lower 48. The behavior being exhibited by the crane to the left is "Intent to fly," that is, it is telling the others in its group that it wants to fly away and is pointing in the direction of flight. Note how the neck is more of a diagonal than the other two cranes. Less than two seconds after displaying this posture, the small group of cranes took to the air. There were a few times where the small group - sometimes just two - decided not to fly off. When the group agrees, they all assume this "leaning" posture and then fly off. When one in the group doesn't want to fly they don't change their posture, essentially saying, "Yeah, not right now."
Taken 21 August 2021 at Creamer's Field, Fairbanks, Alaska.
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When they wake up they take all of me ... it's never enough ... I insist on telling myself that nothing is what surrounds me but they lead me to leave my sanity hanging in a piece of heaven.
Moon.
[www.youtube.com/watch?v=qHm9MG9xw1o]
In these lonely nights she's glad your by her side. It was you that she could open up fully and tell her dark secrets, the deep pain, and the nothingness that consumed her soul. She knew there was no judging as her words escaped her lips. In these dark times she was glad she had a friend like you who she fully trusted.
The skies were grey and the property was covered in a blanket of fog. I ran around the property taking photographs until my camera needed a break from the never ending rain. I felt as if I had stumbled upon a secret world that would only last for a certain amount of time.
(No extra fog was added - all in camera)
RKO_3744. How wonderful to meet with this young lion cub, obviously waiting for its mother to return. The curious cub looked straight towards me allowing for a wonderful portrait shot.
Somehow the image tells me it's looking at the television screen in front of him watching a movie and looking at some strange animals carrying metal tubes......😏
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*ARGRACE* Hotori
neve dress - fresh - New @ FaMESHed
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Looking at:
{kotori mikuji} dai-kyou
From:
*::.who what.::* [Jpn] -omamoriGACHA- RARE {kotori mikuji}
Ramayana or the Tale of Rama is an ancient Indian epic telling the story of the migration of the Arayan people into the Gangetic Plain of northern India. A hermit, named Valmiki, who composed the epic in Sanskrit verse. The epic is called, Ramayana.
Ramayana came to Siam many hundreds of years ago. The Thai version of Ramayana is known as the Ramakien. The original Ayutthaya version was entirely destroyed in 1767 A.D. by Burmese soldiers. A new version was composed by the King Rama I and the court poets.
Telling the bees is a Western European tradition in which bees are told of important events, including deaths, births, marriages and departures and returns in the keeper's household. If the custom was omitted or forgotten and the bees were not "put into mourning," then it was believed a penalty would be paid, such as the bees leaving their hive, stopping the production of honey, or dying.
The custom is best known in England and has also been recorded in Ireland, Wales, Germany, Netherlands, France, Switzerland, Bohemia (now in Czechia) and the United States
The ancient tradition of telling the bees and the wisdom it carries is a small but meaningful way to honor the bond between humans and the natural world a bond that has existed for centuries and continues to be vital today.
A friend asked me to post an image that I thought was a good photo from our trip. And then to post another image of something similar that was a much better photo that will follow. This one tells a story and could be any one of the many coves along the coastline of Newfoundland. It even consists of a fine composition taking advantage of thirds. There is an added mood thanks to the fog and makes one work to see it because of the atmosphere causing the viewer to linger. The next post should be better.
🌸 S P O N S O R S 🌸
OMY
✔️Pose: Esme
Some people search the world for paradise...
But sometimes, it’s simply where you are.
A warm breeze, golden sands, and the sound of waves telling timeless stories.
This photo captures more than a pose, it whispers a little truth:
the one behind the lens might just be living in the dream everyone’s chasing.🌅🌴