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Katie Melua - The Flood youtu.be/4E4-9yKTv_I
Ce petit pont de pierres enjambe la première cascatelle de la Vologne que l'on voit en arrivant de la route. Il y avait beaucoup de débit ce jour là au Saut des cuves, près de Gérardmer... d'ailleurs du coup nous n'avons pas fait à regret ( enfin pour moi lol) la rando d'1h30, juste un petit tour car les autres passerelles étaient à fleur d'eau... et les lieux saturés d'humidité étaient particulièrement glissants.
Le Saut des Cuves est une chute d'eau du massif des Vosges située entre Gérardmer et Xonrupt-Longemer. Les « cuves » est le nom donné aux trous creusés dans le fond rocheux par l'eau et les galets tourbillonnants...
fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saut_des_Cuves
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Château Royal d'Amboise has been the favorite castle of the kings of France for almost two hundred years. It is very picturesque and steeped in history. Besides royal stories and mass executions of Huguenots during the "tumult of Amboise," it is also famous for its connection to Leonardo da Vinci, who is was buried in the castle (although the grave shown to tourists today may or may not contain his bones).
My notifications still have not come back :-(
Accadono strane cose in cielo. I giochi di luce provocati dalle nuvole in tumulto delle perturbazioni tardo estive riescono talvolta a creare figure assolutamente stupefacenti. Non oso pensare come sarebbe stata interpretata questa lama di luce dai nostri lontani antenati. In ogni caso si tratta di un fenomeno suggestivo, quanto effimero; con il cielo che non cessa mai di stupire ..... ..
I would not wish the burning blaze
Of fame around a restless world,
The thunder and the storm of praise
In crowded tumults heard and hurled.
I would not be a flower to stand
The stare of every passer-bye;
But in some nook of fairyland,
Seen in the praise of beauty's eye.
John Clare
texture by Cris bugalia Lenz
À moi l'air marin, le bruit des vagues qui viennent mourir sur le sable. Il me fallait quitter la grisaille et la tumulte citadine. J'avais ce besoin vital d'humer toutes les odeurs marines, et photographier les beautés qui allaient m'émerveiller pendant ces quelques semaines. Je n'emportais avec moi que ma douleur et mes peines. Et les abandonner sur les rivages.
The Birds begun at Four o'clock—
Their period for Dawn—
A Music numerous as space—
But neighboring as Noon—
I could not count their Force—
Their Voices did expend
As Brook by Brook bestows itself
To multiply the Pond.
Their Witnesses were not—
Except occasional man—
In homely industry arrayed—
To overtake the Morn—
Nor was it for applause—
That I could ascertain—
But independent Ecstasy
Of Deity and Men—
By Six, the Flood had done—
No Tumult there had been
Of Dressing, or Departure—
And yet the Band was gone—
The Sun engrossed the East—
The Day controlled the World—
The Miracle that introduced
Forgotten, as fulfilled.
Emily Dickinson
Startd playing with my own photo from a lake with swans,
add some layers and kit : mill : pixabay, tree: Lorie Davison, clouds: Golden Crolalo.
Thanks for your kind visit, comment and fav. It´s much appreciated!!
From the Last call for Fall at Luane's
The title of this picture comes from "Ode to the West Wind" by Percy Shelley.
And if you're interested, I was listening to this great show by Radiohead while rereading that poem just now. Highly recommend both!
I cieli dolomitici sono mutevoli e a duemila metri il tempo meteorologico evolve rapidamente. Accade così che un cielo pulito fino a un'ora prima si carichi improvvisamente di cumulo nembi, che si trasformano poi in nembi scuri e minacciosi. Tutto questo determina magici mutamenti di colori e di luci, che incrementano il fascino degli stessi paesaggi dolomitici. Un orizzonte piatto può così offrire una finestra in cui si staglia un galoppo di vette in tumulto ..... ..
Paseos en pleno silencio,
recogimiento, oración.
La niebla todo lo cubre,
y envuelve rezo tras rezo,
haciendo todo oración.
Cuánta soledad albergan
estos claustros si no sabes
poner en ellos pasión
y encontrar en su silencio
lo bello de tu interior.
Ellos bien te lo recuerdan,
columna y arco a arco,
que la vida es silencio
y no el tumulto exterior,
donde sólo allí se encuentra
la vida que en ti vibra
y no el mundo ruidoso
que no tiene ni valor.
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* Tehokowhitu-A-Tú. Rotorua. Isla Norte de Nueva Zelanda.
* Una de las dependencias de la ciudad de Rotorua. Elementos de los aborígenes adornan sus mamposterías y lugares museísticos.
Ante este monumento, se me vinieron a la memoria -no sé porqué- los versos de un fragmento de la composición La danza de la muerte de Federico García Lorca.
… No es extraño para la danza
este columbario que pone los ojos amarillos.
De la esfinge a la caja de caudales hay un hilo tenso
que atraviesa el corazón de todos los niños pobres.
El ímpetu primitivo baila con el ímpetu mecánico,
ignorantes en su frenesí de la luz original.
Porque si la rueda olvida su fórmula,
ya puede cantar desnuda con las manadas de caballos;
y si una llama quema los helados proyectos,
el cielo tendrá que huir ante el tumulto de las ventanas.
No es extraño este sitio para la danza, yo lo digo.
El mascarón bailará entre columnas de sangre y de números,
entre huracanes de oro y gemidos de obreros parados
que aullarán, noche oscura, por tu tiempo sin luces…
(FEDERICO GARCÍA LORCA. Poeta en Nueva York.)
Il silenzio che vorremmo avere e che non c 'è, accavallato da mille pensieri, ricordi sommersi, sprazzi improvvisi di passato che riemergono come fantasmi .
E poi il tumulto del cuore, con sensazioni, sentimenti che la ragione non intende. Ora si scontrano, ci sommergono, togliendo il respiro ...
È questo il nostro mare. Il rumore dell'anima
Il mare mosso stamattina da lontano. Ingrandito
Genova
Our sea. The noise of the soul
I was unlikely to get the water perfectly still because of the coming and going of the boats. And while I was trying to capture a short quiet moment, in the midst of the tumult, I heard Jacques Brel shouting his song in my ears "In the port of Amsterdam" !
Suffering from loneliness is one thing, being isolated is another, wanting to enjoy moments alone, another thing.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iwdGXntu_KI
O solitude, my sweetest choice.
O solitude, my sweetest choice!
Places devoted to the night,
remote from tumult and from noise,
how ye my restless thoughts delight!
O solitude, my sweetest choice!
O heav'ns! what content is mine
to see these trees,
which have appeared from the nativity of time,
and which all ages have revered,
to look today as fresh and green
as when their beauties first were seen.
Oh, how agreeable a sight
these hanging mountains do appear,
which th'unhappy would invite
to finish all their sorrows here,
when their hard fate makes them endure such woes
as only death can cure.
Oh, how I solitude adore,
that element of noblest wit,
where I have learnt Apollo's lore,
without the pains to study it.
For thy sake I in love am grown
with what thy fancy doth pursue,
but when I think upon my own,
I hate it for that reason too,
because it needs must hinder me from seeing
and from serving thee.
O solitude, oh how I solitude adore!
A writing on Trees by Hermann Hesse follows.
Herman Hesse was a contemporary of Adolph Hitler (more or less - a few years older). They had some shared experiences in the tumult of WWI (more or less - Hitler was a soldier, Hesse was in the medical corps). They came out of WWI with polar opposing views - Hitler raging with the Nationalist ferver that started WWI and led us into WWII, Hesse calling for tolerance and understanding. I guess we know whose voice was louder...
(Hats off to anyone who makes it to the end...)
"Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.
A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.
A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.
When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.
A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.
So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness."
'When all the world appears to be in a tumult, and nature itself is feeling the assault of climate change, the seasons retain their essential rhythm. Yes, fall gives us a premonition of winter, but then, winter, will be forced to relent, once again, to the new beginnings of soft greens, longer light, and the sweet air of spring.' .......Madeleine M. Kunin
"Ricordati di spogliare gli avvenimenti dal tumulto che li accompagna e di considerarli nella loro essenza: capirai che in essi non c'è niente di terribile se non la nostra paura."
Seneca
Rivière Saint-Maurice au printemps - Saint-Maurice River in spring. From the Gouin reservoir to the confluence of the St. Lawrence River in Quebec, the Saint-Maurice offers a long route, between tumults and calm waters, of 563 kilometers.
It is difficult to comprehend the feeling of worry & tumult that I can't help absorbing from the chaotic events in the news each day. The beauty of Mother Nature (if we don't destroy her) provides solace, for it seems that this is truly ... "The winter of our discontent." ~ William Shakespeare
Hope seems tenuous, but I can't stop believing that the spirit of love will overcome all the hatred that has been unleashed ... "No winter lasts forever; no spring skips it turn." ~ Hal Borland
"La luminosidad --el cielo y la tierra conspiran para ser, cada uno, el más luminoso--, la levedad y la quietud del aire; ese extraño silencio estimulante, más estimulante que un tumulto; la nieve, la escarcha, el paisaje embrujado: todo ello tiene su parte en el efecto y en el recuerdo: "Tous vous tapent sur la tete"; y una vez que lo has enumerado todo, verás que no te has acercado ni por un momento a explicar, ni siquiera a cualificar, esa delicada euforia que te invade".
Robert Louis Stevenson
Cumbre sur desde el estero La Gloria, cerca de su unión con el río Achibueno.
Región del Maule, Chile central.
Zeph 2:1-7)
Psalm 83
Keep not thou silence, O God: hold not thy peace, and be not still, O God.
2 For, lo, thine enemies make a tumult: and they that hate thee have lifted up the head.
3 They have taken crafty counsel against thy people, and consulted against thy hidden ones.
4 They have said, Come, and let us cut them off from being a nation; that the name of Israel may be no more in remembrance.
5 For they have consulted together with one consent: they are confederate against thee:
6 The tabernacles of Edom, and the Ishmaelites; of Moab, and the Hagarenes;
7 Gebal, and Ammon, and Amalek; the Philistines with the inhabitants of Tyre;
8 Assur also is joined with them: they have holpen the children of Lot. Selah.
9 Do unto them as unto the Midianites; as to Sisera, as to Jabin, at the brook of Kison:
10 Which perished at Endor: they became as dung for the earth.
11 Make their nobles like Oreb, and like Zeeb: yea, all their princes as Zebah, and as Zalmunna:
12 Who said, Let us take to ourselves the houses of God in possession.
13 O my God, make them like a wheel; as the stubble before the wind.
14 As the fire burneth a wood, and as the flame setteth the mountains on fire;
15 So persecute them with thy tempest, and make them afraid with thy storm.
16 Fill their faces with shame; that they may seek thy name, O Lord.
17 Let them be confounded and troubled for ever; yea, let them be put to shame, and perish:
18 That men may know that thou, whose name alone is Jehovah, art the most high over all the earth.
Ruines en genèse,
Citoyen de l’ombre,
Je renais en soleil,
Pour tendre vers l’éveil,
Mon masque s’effondre.
Dans ces lieux désertés,
Le calme m’envahit,
La peur s’évanouit,
L’âme en légèreté,
Pas à pas je revis,
Absent des tumultes,
Mon étant exulte,
Et là enfin, je vis…
L’oubli est liberté,
Là, nulle société,
En loi pour empiéter,
En mon cœur délecté.
Michaël Overberg
" Photographie quelque chose de joli
En noir et blanc ou en couleur
Un instant de rêve et de pause
Dans le tumulte de la vie
Photographie quelque chose de joli
Une photo pleine de lumière
Un moment de métamorphose
Que tu nommerais l'embellie ...
Verse un peu de joie dans nos cœurs
Avec des riens qui vous délivrent
Un peu d'espoir et de douceur
On en a tant besoin pour vivre ..."
Pardon à Jean Ferrat pour avoir retranscrit et remanié à ma façon son superbe texte !
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"L'embellie " - Jean Ferrat
texture de Jerry Jones avec mes remerciements : www.flickr.com/photos/skeletalmess/8519280793/in/album-72...
Ce coucher de soleil a été pris sur la plage de l'Embellie à Ronce-les-Bains .
Une pensée aux victimes du lâche l'attentat de Londres ...
bon week end à tous
Dolomites UNESCO
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OM SYSTEM - OLYMPUS
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“Si tu dois vivre parmi le tumulte, ne lui livre jamais ton corps. Garde ton âme calme et retirée. C'est un sanctuaire où tu trouveras, quand tu le voudras le bonheur.”
Alexandra David-Néel
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Perche' io sono così.
Infinita sul finito.
Perche' ci sono 88 tasti sulla tastiera di un pianoforte, ma io posso suonare tutta la musica che voglio.
Well, today was an interesting day in US politics, to say the least, this photo was taken on election night in Washington DC, 2020, after sunset, the clouds were really nice, and it was short sleeve shirt weather.
Taken in our garden this Spring.
The tulip is a perennial, bulbous plant with showy flowers in the genus Tulipa, of which around 75 wild species are currently accepted and which belongs to the family Liliaceae.
The genus's native range extends west to the Iberian Peninsula, through North Africa to Greece, the Balkans, Turkey, throughout the Levant (Syria, Israel, Palestine, Lebanon, Jordan) and Iran, North to Ukraine, southern Siberia and Mongolia, and east to the Northwest of China. The tulip's centre of diversity is in the Pamir, Hindu Kush, and Tien Shan mountains. It is a typical element of steppe and winter-rain Mediterranean vegetation. A number of species and many hybrid cultivars are grown in gardens, as potted plants, or as cut flowers.
Tulips are spring-blooming perennials that grow from bulbs. Depending on the species, tulip plants can be between 4 inches (10 cm) and 28 inches (71 cm) high. The tulip's large flowers usually bloom on scapes with leaves in a rosette at ground level and a single flowering stalk arising from amongst the leaves.Tulip stems have few leaves. Larger species tend to have multiple leaves. Plants typically have two to six leaves, some species up to 12. The tulip's leaf is strap-shaped, with a waxy coating, and the leaves are alternately arranged on the stem; these fleshy blades are often bluish green in color. Most tulips produce only one flower per stem, but a few species bear multiple flowers on their scapes (e.g. Tulipa turkestanica). The generally cup or star-shaped tulip flower has three petals and three sepals, which are often termed tepals because they are nearly identical. These six tepals are often marked on the interior surface near the bases with darker colorings. Tulip flowers come in a wide variety of colors, except pure blue (several tulips with "blue" in the name have a faint violet hue).
The flowers have six distinct, basifixed stamens with filaments shorter than the tepals. Each stigma has three distinct lobes, and the ovaries are superior, with three chambers. The tulip's seed is a capsule with a leathery covering and an ellipsoid to globe shape. Each capsule contains numerous flat, disc-shaped seeds in two rows per chamber. These light to dark brown seeds have very thin seed coats and endosperm that does not normally fill the entire seed.
Etymology
The word tulip, first mentioned in western Europe in or around 1554 and seemingly derived from the "Turkish Letters" of diplomat Ogier Ghiselin de Busbecq, first appeared in English as tulipa or tulipant, entering the language by way of French: tulipe and its obsolete form tulipan or by way of Modern Latin tulīpa, from Ottoman Turkish tülbend ("muslin" or "gauze"), and may be ultimately derived from the Persian: دلبند delband ("Turban"), this name being applied because of a perceived resemblance of the shape of a tulip flower to that of a turban. This may have been due to a translation error in early times, when it was fashionable in the Ottoman Empire to wear tulips on turbans. The translator possibly confused the flower for the turban.
Tulips are called laleh (from Persian لاله, lâleh) in Persian, Turkish, Arabic, and Bulgarian. In Arabic letters, "laleh" is written with the same letters as Allah, which is why the flower became a holy symbol. It was also associated with the House of Osman, resulting in tulips being widely used in decorative motifs on tiles, mosques, fabrics, crockery, etc. in the Ottoman Empire
Cultivation
Tulip cultivars have usually several species in their direct background, but most have been derived from Tulipa suaveolens, often erroneously listed as Tulipa schrenkii. Tulipa gesneriana is in itself an early hybrid of complex origin and is probably not the same taxon as was described by Conrad Gesner in the 16th century.
Tulips are indigenous to mountainous areas with temperate climates and need a period of cool dormancy, known as vernalization. They thrive in climates with long, cool springs and dry summers. Tulip bulbs imported to warm-winter areas of are often planted in autumn to be treated as annuals.
Tulip bulbs are typically planted around late summer and fall, in well-drained soils, normally from 4 to 8 inches (10 to 20 cm) deep, depending on the type. Species tulips are normally planted deeper.
Propagation
Tulips can be propagated through bulb offsets, seeds or micropropagation. Offsets and tissue culture methods are means of asexual propagation for producing genetic clones of the parent plant, which maintains cultivar genetic integrity. Seeds are most often used to propagate species and subspecies or to create new hybrids. Many tulip species can cross-pollinate with each other, and when wild tulip populations overlap geographically with other tulip species or subspecies, they often hybridize and create mixed populations. Most commercial tulip cultivars are complex hybrids, and often sterile.
Offsets require a year or more of growth before plants are large enough to flower. Tulips grown from seeds often need five to eight years before plants are of flowering size. Commercial growers usually harvest the tulip bulbs in late summer and grade them into sizes; bulbs large enough to flower are sorted and sold, while smaller bulbs are sorted into sizes and replanted for sale in the future. The Netherlands are the world's main producer of commercial tulip plants, producing as many as 3 billion bulbs annually, the majority for export.
For further information please visit en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tulip
1ère sortie après déconfinement ! Rien de mieux pour renouer avec la nature que ce havre de paix et de verdure, une bulle d'oxygène, loin du tumulte des Déconfinés ! ♥♥
Mazette, quel beau site ! Et quel contraste avec le tumulte côté ville. Combien de visiteurs de l'Île Rousse viennent jusqu'ici ?
Le phare de la Pietra : Fl (3) WG 12 s