Back to the "Tree" set after a slight departure yesterday. Here's a very recent photo of Trembling Aspens from a few days ago.

There must be just enough shelter from the wind and just enough moisture in the ground for aspens to thrive in this location: thousands of tiny trees, most of them no more than 12 feet high and six inches in diameter, crowd together at the base of 70 Mile Butte. I hiked with the tripod that evening, which allowed me to shoot at a small f-stop to keep everything in the frame in sharp focus and show the density. I liked the light, too.

Photographed in Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2024 James R. Page - all rights reserved.

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"Zitterpappeln"

Hillsdale Meadow in Fall (Banff-Nationalpark)

Aspen-Kolonien sind durch ein Wurzelsystem miteinander verbunden. Neue Stämme können bis zu 40 m vom Stammbaum entfernt aufwachsen. Man hat festgestellt, dass solche Kolonien seit Tausenden von Jahren bestehen. In Utah (USA) wird eine solche Kolonie ("Pando") auf 80.000 Jahre geschätzt und ist wohl der älteste lebende Organismus der Welt.

Royal Air Force Panavia Tornado F.3 ZE288/HA No.111(Tremblers)Squadron

Waddington 2008 Air Show

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Vision murmur

Composed moment

Indistinct waver

Histoire intéressante de L'église Saint-Pierre-sur-l'Hâte:

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I was driving out of Lamar valley, light almost gone for the day, tired and hungry. I saw this bison feeding in the snow and was too good an opportunity to pass. For a moment it looked up and I got the shot I wanted.

En 1123 Robert et ses compagnons s’installent au lieu-dit « Bellus Fons » pour y construire un oratoire dédié à Notre Dame et un hospice pour l’accueil temporaire des indigents et des pèlerins. En 1215, un de ses successeurs, fait don au monastère de la forêt dénommée « Bellum Fagetum », signifiant « Belle Hêtraie », d’où vient le nom de Beaufays.

Les Chanoines adoptent la règle de Saint Augustin. Ils y vivent jusqu’à la révolution française, reconstruisant et rénovant les bâtiments au début du XVIIIe siècle, suite au tremblement de terre de 1692. Depuis, on admire les plafonds et les décors datés en 1701 pour l’église, 1733 pour les bâtiments conventuels. Ces travaux furent essentiellement menés par Henri de Goha, nommé en 1705 Prieur à vie et décédé en 1732.

La construction la plus ancienne parmi celles encore visibles aujourd’hui, est le donjon érigé au XVI siècle au sud du Prieuré. C’est sur ce donjon que se sont adossés les principaux bâtiments des XVIIe et XVIIIe siècles. Un fossé d’eau de près de cent mètres longeait également la façade. Les bâtiments de la ferme sont du XVIIe siècle et ont également été partiellement remaniés au début du XVIIIe siècle comme en témoignent les millésimes gravés sur les linteaux de certaines portes.

En 1796, le domaine est mis en vente publique, et racheté par un ancien chanoine et quatre des ses compagnons. L’église est quant à elle vendue à la commune et devient paroisse de Beaufays en 1804. Les bâtiments sont alors rachetés et revendus cinq fois. Des Ursulines allemandes y construisent l’aile nord en 1875, pour y abriter un pensionnat de jeunes filles.

En 1890, le domaine est acquis par Adolphe Laloux, homme énergique et esthète qui restaure l’Abbaye et crée le parc à l’anglaise en comblant les anciens fossés , dessinant les chemins, n’hésitant pas à faire venir des arbres adultes tirés sur des rails.

In 1123, Robert and his companions settled at a place called "Bellus Fons" to build an oratory dedicated to Our Lady and a hospice for the temporary shelter of the poor and pilgrims. In 1215, one of his successors donated to the monastery the forest called "Bellum Fagetum," meaning "Beautiful Beech Grove," from which the name Beaufays derives.

The Canons adopted the Rule of Saint Augustine. They lived there until the French Revolution, rebuilding and renovating the buildings at the beginning of the 18th century, following the earthquake of 1692. Since then, the ceilings and decorations, dated 1701 for the church and 1733 for the convent buildings, have been admired. These works were primarily carried out by Henri de Goha, appointed Prior for Life in 1705 and who died in 1732.

The oldest structure still visible today is the keep, erected in the 16th century to the south of the Priory. The main 17th- and 18th-century buildings were built against this keep. A moat nearly one hundred meters long also ran along the facade. The farm buildings date from the 17th century and were also partially remodeled in the early 18th century, as evidenced by the dates engraved on the lintels of some of the doors.

In 1796, the estate was put up for public sale and purchased by a former canon and four of his companions. The church, meanwhile, was sold to the municipality and became the parish of Beaufays in 1804. The buildings were subsequently bought and sold five times. German Ursuline nuns built the north wing in 1875 to house a girls' boarding school.

In 1890, the estate was acquired by Adolphe Laloux, an energetic and aesthetically minded man who restored the Abbey and created the English-style park by filling in the old moats, laying out the paths, and even bringing in mature trees on rails.

I am trembling and I am trusting

I am fearing and embracing

I am indentifying my path and I am still struggling.

I am noticing my heart beating at full gallop

and the fast pace of my thoughts

while I make a pause

and observe that all is only noise and movement

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Populus tremuloides

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The trembling petals of flower touch my heart

Let me feels as fingers of an infant touch me

This Briza media is one of 12,000 (!) species of grass. Many people haven't really ever looked to see how pretty grasses can be, and this one is a prime example.

Johannes Snippendaal (1616-1670), prefect of our Botanical Garden, called this beautiful grass 'Gramen tremulum majus', a name I like rather more than the official one today, 'Briza media'. Even in the quiet air the tiny flowers - here in full bloom - still tremble ('tremulum') and hence one of its common names in English is 'Quaking Grass'.

Superb exhibition "Chiharu Shiota - The Soul Trembles" at the Grand Palais in Paris.

In the Hand (2017)

The bronze sculpture ‘In the Hand’ features two open hands from which metal wires escape, like fragile needles. Sculpture makes it possible to give an enduring form to what the artist is looking for in her ephemeral yarn installations: an emotion made visible … a trembling of the soul.

The two hands take an offering position and are reminiscent of the shape of a boat according to the artist. A key has been placed in the palms.

This familiar object is precious, it protects people and the important spaces in our lives. The key can also open a door to unknown worlds, that of dreams, for example when we follow Alice's adventures.

The key in this work invites us to enter the personal universe of Chiharu Shiota, at the heart of the Grand Palais exhibition.

Source: Catalogue available at the entrance to the exhibition.

and

Educational package for teachers and cultural and community relays, available online

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Superbe exposition "Chiharu Shiota - Les frémissements de l'âme" au Grand Palais à Paris.

Dans la Main (2016)

La sculpture en bronze ‘In the Hand’ met en scène deux mains ouvertes desquelles s’échappent des fils métalliques, comme de fragiles aiguilles. La sculpture permet de donner une forme durable à ce que l’artiste recherche dans ses installations de fils éphémères : une émotion rendue visible… un frémissement de l’âme.

Les deux mains prennent une position d’offrande et font penser à la forme d’un bateau selon l’artiste. Une clé a été placée au creux des paumes.

Cet objet familier est précieux protège les personnes let les espaces importants de nos vies. La clé peut également ouvrir une porte à des mondes inconnus, celui du rêve, par exemple lorsqu’on suit les aventures d’Alice au pays des Merveilles.

La clé dans cette œuvre nous invite à entrer dans l’univers personnel de Chiharu Shiota, au cœur de l’exposition du Grand Palais.

Source: Catalogue available at the entrance to the exhibition.

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Educational package for teachers and cultural and community relays, available online

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Let's dance

Put on your red shoes and dance the blues

Let's dance

To the song they're playin' on the radio

Let's sway

While color lights up your face

Let's sway

Sway through the crowd to an empty space

If you say run

I'll run with you

And if you say hide

We'll hide

Because my love for you

Would break my heart in two

If you should fall into my arms

And tremble like a flower

Let's dance

Let's dance

For fear your grace should fall

Let's dance

For fear tonight is all

Let's sway

You could look into my eyes

Let's sway

Under the moonlight, this serious moonlight

And if you say run

I'll run with you

And if you say hide

We'll hide

Because my love for you

Would break my heart in two

If you should fall into my arms

And tremble like a flower

Let's dance

Put on your red shoes and dance the blues

Let's sway

Under the moonlight, this serious moonlight

Let's dance

Let's dance

Let's dance, dance, dance

Trembles and shakes..

Lush boreal forest panorama view from the top of Mont Tremblan (trembling mountain), Laurentian mountains

This species is endemic to St Lucia and Martinique. It gets its name from its habit of trembling its wings and tail when it sings.

Being an arboreal species it frequents mature moist forests. It feeds on insects, small vertebrates, fruits and berries. This one was photographed in the hotel grounds.

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It's time for a break from birds! Yesterday I took a break from Flickr; this should be fun, not another chore. Between recent commitments and the need to get my garden planted asap due to our brief growing season, the past few weeks have been hectic.

But beyond that, I feel like I'm going a little stale as a photographer - so it's back to basics. And in my life, basic means black and white.

The prairie lends itself well to monochrome: such a simple, yet highly graphic landscape. To do it well, some deep looking is required. Essentially, I've had to get over the need to please people by photographing the prairie the way it's usually seen: hay bales against a sunset sky, for example. I've done that, but I know... well, I know it's been done. Done to death, perhaps. Flip through any calendar that has at least one prairie image and you'll find hay bales against a sunset sky, or if not that, maybe a combine in a wheat field. Nothing wrong with that. But the prairie offers a whole lot more. There must be different ways to see it!

Over the next few days I will offer some recent and some older black and white takes on the prairie, my prairie, starting with this view of some Trembling Aspens: a thick tangle of branches at the top, thread-thin trunks below, and in between, the seeping inky blackness of nightfall. There was barely enough light to focus. I resisted the temptation to process for detail - the camera's sensor captured a whole lot more than what's visible here - and instead tried to maintain the murky quality of the subject as I saw it in the gathering dark.

Photographed at Aspen Coulee in Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2022 James R. Page - all rights reserved.

The forest glows beneath a stormy sky, with the sharp, dark features of the Engelmann spruce and subalpine fir contrasting with the glowing clones of quaking aspen. East Beckwith Mountain in the West Elk Range, Colorado.

dead --299-- morts -- Pescara del Tronto - Amatrice - Accumoli,

Un tributo alle vittime del recente terremoto in Italia.

Tribute to the victims of the recent earthquake in Italy

Hommage aux victimes du récent tremblement de terre en Italie

I'm posting this shot for a certain carpenter down North Carolina way, it's a simple cabin built with Trembling Aspen. I put this place at around 100 years old........and no I didn't go in.....not yet anyways :^)

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This photo was taken on one of the brighter days we have had so far this year. A different angle on the city skyline and the IJssel River than my previous images. This one was taken from the Wilhelminabrug. A little tricky because the traffic makes the bridge tremble quite a bit. I was glad for the magenta coloured cloud cover in the sunset. On the left the lights of the new pier can be seen.

Sozialer Abstand. Ob sie darüber nachdenken?

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Of course, I don't know what or weather these two swans are thinking about. But both of them have just decided to keep a little distance, at least they were swimming further and further apart ;-) The light was really so colorless at the time of that afternoon in January and it was cold too, so that even the lines of the tree silhouettes seem to tremble in the water ...

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Was und worüber diese beiden Schwäne nachdenken, weiß ich natürlich nicht. Aber beide haben wohl gerade beschlossen etwas Distanz einzuhalten, sie schwammen jedenfalls immer weiter auseinander ;-) Das Licht war wirklich so farblos zu der Uhrzeit an jenem Nachmittag im Januar und kalt war es auch, so dass selbst die Linien der Baumsilhouetten im Wasser zu zittern scheinen ...

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A winter walk. / Ein Spaziergang im Winter.

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The Northern Lights fill the sky with colour as the glow of the qulliq fills the iglu with warmth.

This leads to the lighthouse walkway and a sometimes turbulent watery path.

In the mountains of British Columbia's Southern Interior, a female Northern Saw-whet Owl peers out from her nest cavity in the trunk of a trembling aspen.

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on the rambla the carousel was wrapped for the day, its plastic screen folding light into streaks and waves. through the trembling surface the little car and the silhouettes behind it turned into a soft, distorted memory — half real, half imagined.

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Man in his weakness and shortsightedness believes he must make choices in this life. He trembles at the risks he takes. We do know fear. But no. Our choice is of no importance. There comes a time when our eyes are opened. And we come to realize that mercy is infinite. We need only to await it with confidence and receive it with gratitude. Mercy imposes no conditions.

An lo! Everything we have chosen is granted to us. And everything we have rejected has also been granted. Yes, we get back even what we have rejected. For mercy and truth have met together. Righteousness and bless shall kiss one another.

-General Lowenheilm, Babett's Feast

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“At the center of our being is a point of nothingness which is untouched by sin and by illusion, a point of pure truth, a point or spark which belongs entirely to God, which is never at our disposal, from which God disposes of our lives, which is inaccessible to the fantasies of our own mind or the brutalities of our own will. This little point of nothingness and of absolute poverty is the pure glory of God in us. It is so to speak His name written in us, as our poverty, as our indigence, as our dependence, as our sonship. It is like a pure diamond, blazing with the invisible light of heaven. It is in everybody, and if we could see it we would see these billions of points of light coming together in the face and blaze of a sun that would make all the darkness and cruelty of life vanish completely ... I have no program for this seeing. It is only given. But the gate of heaven is every- where.”

-Thomas Merton, Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander

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"Look!" Rafe suddenly exclaimed and pointed fiercely toward the east. I turned toward the east and saw a perfect sliver of a crescent moon, brilliantly poised for its October debut, so delicate and perfectly suspended in the luminous night sky that it almost took my breath away.

"Look again," he said. I did, and then I saw what he was so fixedly pointing to. There behind that delicate sliver of a new moon was the perfect outline of the full moon, completely round and whole.

"What we have to be is what we already are."

You sit with this koan for a while, and suddenly you see the secret, which like all koans is so obvious once you've finally grasped it. Time doesn't flow in a linear direction. Never did, never will. It spirals out, like a nautilus shell, from the worm hole of the point vierge, weaving a tapestry of finitude as the glory of God. We are full at point of origin, and from that fullness flow out synchronously, into time. Like the moon, growing toward what it already is. Meaningful coincidence, not ruthless linear causality, knits our hearts onto the poetry of God's body. And if we can learn to flow in this direction-learning to row a rowboat, facing our origin, and hence effortlessly flowing toward your destination, the journey through time becomes a sacrament of God's own compassionate aliveness.

-Cynthia Bourgeault, Becoming What We are, essay in We are Already One, Thomas Merton's Message of Hope

"le point vierge"

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Body: Legacy 1.6

Head: Lelutka IRINA 3.1

Skin: Velour – BRANDI Rose Kiss

Hair: Truth – Soiree

Sweater: Palette – Hazel Sweater

Panties: Palette – Hazel Panties

Shoes: Palette – Hazel Slippers

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One from the archives. I love these weird looking flies. I don’t see them often, so it’s a treat to find one. HFDF folks and have a fab weekend 😉

trembling phlebia

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Okefenokee Swamp

A vibrant red diner with a retro vibe showcases an inviting facade with "BBQ & BURGERS" advertised under the classic "DINER" signage. American flags flutter in the breeze, framing the entrance, while vintage Coca-Cola advertisements add a touch of nostalgia.

Tremble TN

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