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My house is built on hallowed ground and land that was reclaimed from the sea. It suits the essence of me and calms my spirit to walk in my garden knowing that it was left for many years, an abandoned place until the house was built and the stony and sandy ground where nothing much grew except ancient plants; wild flowers that blew in on the wind. Then someone planted trees from all four corners of the earth and plants that should not have survived began to flourish as if the roots of these trees breathed new life into the earth. There have been only a few guardians of this magical place and I am honoured to be the current guardian. At first I tried to plant what I liked; tried to enforce my will on this holy place, but in time I realised something … you cannot force a garden to grow; to bend to your will. A garden evolves slowly over time of it's own accord mostly and we, as guardians, should allow it to guide us. In this way I have found peace and happiness here and I embrace the changes of my ever-evolving garden. I seldom buy anything new to plant. I wait for the winds; I wait for the seasons; I witness the changes and I grow and evolve as a person in much the same way as my garden does. It is a joy to anticipate each new season; each new wind; and to see what appears. There is always something unexpected appearing. Life is full of surprises; of serendipitous moments. I wonder sometimes about these old trees. I think whoever planted them was guided and perhaps the garden welcomed the dappled shade on what once was a desert. Certainly I feel myself sometimes directed to introduce a new species. Perhaps I am guided also by a hand that I cannot fathom. We are not meant to understand everything. If we allow ourselves to just be, we may find, without effort, how our path unfolds with relative ease. I have found this to be the case. All those years of struggle and now I can just let go … it really is that easy to be content.
p.s. I was compelled reluctantly to remove a Laburnum tree that I thought might be harmful to my cats. I had always wanted such a tree with it's beautiful yellow flowers … but in it's place a Forsythia grew with a profusion of yellow flowers. I did not plant it! Magic? Yes, I believe so! : 0)
“I like gardening. It’s a place where I find myself when I need to lose myself. “
– Alice Sebold
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IN ABANDONED PLACES - Raison d'Etre
Please enjoy the unique experience of this video.
Lieber Rolf, ich denke du wirst diesen Film zu schätzen wissen! : 0)
“We leave our footprints in a place to mingle with the echoes of all that went before; our heartbeats; our rhythm; the patterns of our lives.” - AP
I wander in the wilderness
my garden of delights
a jungle by the turquoise sea
a land so flat; the moon at night
shines down with silvery fingers
and touches the ground with magical spells
and come the breaking dawn of morning
all ills are banished and all is well
the dark and mysterious creatures
who loiter in the dusk
emerge in brilliant sunshine
with all-seeing eyes; an elephant tusk
protrudes and scythes the longest grasses
parts the meadow like the ancient sea
leaving behind a trail of crimson
flowers of sorrel and sweet harmony
reigns here as the King of the Jungle
seeks solace in the afternoon siesta
ignores the urban sounds outside
these walls; these trees; a back-firing Fiesta
alerts the songbirds from their idle rest
they flitter and flutter from tree to tree
and as I lie within the striped hammock
I swing and sing low to the sound of the breeze
a mist arises suddenly; springs up from the sea
settles a cloak; an air of mystery
around the shoulders of myself and the limbs
of the ancient trees as I sip my Pimms
I can barely keep my eyes from closing
the warmth of the air so cloying and deep
I find myself falling gently to the humming of bees
as I lapse now into a soundless sleep
I awake to find the blue sky black
lit by a billion diamonds or more
an infinite guide is laid out before me
the wisdom of ancient celestial stars of yore
some say when we see them
they have already died
long ago before our ancestors
what does this imply
do our eyes deceive us
or are we psychic or perhaps
we are more knowledgeable than we realise
all we need falls easily into our laps
but still we often ignore
the instincts that are given
override them; divide them
dilute them; we're driven
to only see clearly to the end of our noses
we fail to stop often to smell the scent of the roses
take stock; stand still
absorb the nature of all living things
for in this garden I discovered
nature brings happiness and happiness brings
peace of mind; plentiful bounty
the sweetest fruits of the earth
the love that will bind us
circumnavigate the world's girth
here I find every day all that I need
the flora; the fauna; all that set seed
and I've no desire to be anywhere else
as much as I desire to be here
in this garden full of Heaven
there is love; there is goodness that I hold dear
from the humblest of creatures
find the beauty in a fly
sing so loud like a blackbird
view the world through a child's eyes.
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My artwork is a blend of 4 of my photographs taken in my garden
Le QG 501 négocie la courbe appelée "Breslay", à l'est de la gare du Parc, alors qu'il est en route vers le triage Saint-Luc du CPKC avec un bon train. À droite, l’ancien portique, où étaient présents des signaux de type « searchlight » jusqu’à la démolition du triage d’Outremont, témoigne de l’existence d’une troisième voie évidemment retirée au début du siècle.
QG train 501 negotiates the curve called "Breslay", east of EXO Parc station, while enroute to the CPKC Saint-Luc yard with a good train. On the right, the old signal bridge structure, where “searchlight” signals were present until the demolition of the Outremont yard, testifies to the existence of a third track obviously removed at the beginning of the century.
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....the great boardrider in the Sky created surf ....he/she kept the greatest creation until last..... I believe ;).
The village of Rocca San Casciano, until the 12th century, is indicated as 'Pieve di San Cassiano in Casatico', where the latter term indicated the river today called Montone. Only in 1197 in a document for the first time the expression "Castrum Roche Sancti Cassiani in Casatico" (latin), obviously, this leads to assuming the existence of a castle attributable to that currently recognized as Castellaccio, built around the year one thousand (XI Sec.) Probably going to the behavior of Calbola's compensation accounts, who had the main castle in Calboli (between Rocca San Casciano, Dovadola and Predappio). From its edification the political and civil importance of the ancient manor, means that it is the object of vicissitudes and clashes until the 16th century, when the Castellaccio returns to be part of the Florentine Republic. From 1600 to today, the castle has lost the political and social requirements of the past, suffers a slow and inexorable degradation to be the subject of continuous collapses that drastically reduced them into dimensions and masonry development.
Currently of the broad original castle remains nothing but its robust tower (Keep of the castle), symbol of the village itself. The tower was partially restored in 2015 with a first batch of total amount of Euro 100,000. The adjacent compartments pour into a state of degradation, the cover floor and perimeter walls are interested in partial collapses and significant cracks.
Angelo Branduardi: "Il Signore di Baux"
Established around A.D. 972, Esztergom has always played an important role in Hungary's history. It was the birth and coronation place of the first Hungarian king, St. Stephen, as well as the capital of Hungary until the 13th century. Esztergom is the seat of the Hungarian Catholic Church and home to the Basilica of Esztergom, a masterpiece of Classicism and the third largest church in Europe.
I hadn't realised until I saw the place from this angle that the last time I went down to the brickworks I was stood on top of the archway over the sea, as far out and as high up as I could get to get the whole place in one shot. I knew it felt precarious at the time, but it is probably as well I didn't know I was over an arch as I was struggling not to wobble with fear as it was.
I had even titled the shot "Bricking it" at the time! (but the light was nice!)
A photo from todays more subdued morning in contrary to blazing bright starts I have had of late. The heat has been too much for me with very little escape. It rarely gets this hot at home and if it did I have a cold house to retreat into. With its big rooms with high ceilings and very little direct sunlight its freezing in the winter easily fixed with donning extra layers and stays cool in the summer. Oscar hated the heat I would always look for cool tiles to lie on, where Toby would seek out hot spots as the sun found entrance through a window and covet that warm patch on the carpet. In the summer he would be forever in the garden room at the back of the house where he would lie until panting with the heat. I would be always telling him to move fearing heat exhaustion, he would move only to get a drink and would be straight back in his hot spot. I’m of course still missing my dogs dearly but I have conflicting feelings about getting another, partly in memory of Toby and Oscar and partly because we move around so much with the family being scattered and it’s easier to travel without worrying about the dogs wellbeing. The question is how long can I walk alone.
Santa Maria del Pi, Barcelona, Catalunya, Spain
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To view 3D pics cross your eyes focusing between at the pictures until both images overlap one another in the middle.
Per vedere le foto in 3D incrociare (strabuzzare leggermente) gli occhi fino a che le due immagini si sovrappongono formandone una sola centrale.
Title taken from the Rime of the ancient mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge... :-}
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After the recent rain showers, this blue and yellow pansy looked lovely in the sunlight with tiny water droplets, so I grabbed my camera and took this floral image.
'Pansy'
Oh thy beauty must be told,
It's true, it's true, look behold,
oh, pretty pansy, don't you cry,
until you shrivel up or die,
so yellow crowned with blue,
you're not crying it's only dew!
Original poetry:
by Sean.
Thank you, everyone, for viewing, favouring, or commenting on my little image today .... Cheers! 😊 Sean x
Grace Harwar,"the last full-rigger afloat", photographed by Allan C. Green in Australia. The 266 ft 7 in ship was built in 1889 by Hamilton & Co (Glasgow) for W. Montgomery in London, and sailed for the original owner until 1913, when she was sold to the Finnish Delfin Company in Helsinki. Three years later the Åland Islands (Finland) shipowner Gustaf Erikson bought Grace Harwar.
My restoration and colorization of the original image in the Victoria State Library archive. No date is given, but the library also has a photo of the crew by Green, including a life buoy with the text "Grace Harwar, Helsingfors" (Helsinki), which could indicate that the picture shown here was shot in 1913 - 1916.
Here is a quote from Georg Kåhre´s book The Last Tall Ships (edited by Basil Greenhill) published by Conway Maritime Press in 1977:
"Grace Harwar was never rerigged as a barque, as were so many other full-riggers. She has been called the last full-rigger afloat, and she deserves this honoured title, if one takes into consideration her world-spanning sailings. In 1935, there were, admittedly, a score of fully-rigged training ships and floating museums left in the world, besides the American Tusitala ex Inveruglas, which was laid up, and Calbuco ex Circe, registered in Chile, and Maipo, owned by a guano company in Peru, which are reported to have sailed with cargo at least occasionally. But Grace Harwar was the only one to carry on the traditions of world-wide commercial deep-water sailing to the very last."
Grace Harwar made her last voyage from Australia to the UK in 1935. On 16 July - 11 days after arrival in the UK - she was towed from London to Charlestown Firth of Forth, to be broken up.
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Den bislang bedeutendsten Fund stellt das 1981 in Bad Dürkheim-Ungstein ausgegrabene römische Weingut „Weilberg“ dar: Entdeckt wurde es im Rahmen von Flurbereinigungsmaßnahmen, also der ab Ende des Zweiten Weltkrieges bis in die 1980er Jahre durchgeführten Umstrukturierung und Neuanlegung von Rebland. Diese römische Villa rustica ist zusammen mit weiteren zwischen 1979 und 1981 ausgegrabenen Landgütern (z. B. dem „Osthof“ bei Wachenheim oder einem Weingehöft am Annaberg) der wichtigste Beleg für den römischen Ursprung des nun fast 2000 Jahre bestehenden Weinbaus in der Pfalz.
The most important find to date is the Roman winery “Weilberg”, which was excavated in Bad Dürkheim-Ungstein in 1981: it was discovered as part of land consolidation measures, i.e. the restructuring and new cultivation of vineyards carried out from the end of the Second World War until the 1980s. This Roman villa rustica, together with other estates excavated between 1979 and 1981 (e.g. the “Osthof” near Wachenheim or a wine farm on Annaberg), is the most important evidence of the Roman origin of viticulture in the Palatinate, which has now existed for almost 2,000 years.
It took until November for our area to burst with the normal colors of October, but here they are at long last.
My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home
Wake me up inside (save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark (wake me up)
Bid my blood to run (I can't wake up)
Before I come undone (save me)
Save me from the nothing I've become
Now that I know what I'm without
You can't just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life
I've been living a lie
There's nothing inside
Bring me to life
Frozen inside without your touch
Without your love, darling
Only you are the life among the dead
All this time, I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark, but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
I've got to open my eyes to everything
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CN SD75I 5710 leads CN-SE eastward on the 'Selkirk Branch'. The yard at Selkirk was plugged up this morning, so CN-SE had to hold out here at Voorheesville until the traffic cleared up.
Scanned from a slide Fuji Provia 100F Canon EOS Elan7
Here's the last one in this little series until next time I visit.
One of the most adorable little museums to be found anywhere is the Shelburne Falls Trolley Museum. Located in Buckland, MA across the Deerfield River and up the hill from its namesake town, it operates on trackage in the small former Boston and Maine Yard (beside the active Berkshire and Eastern nee Pan Am Freight Main) and preserves the road's large wooden freight house dating from 1867.
But it owes its existence to its pride and joy, Shelburne Falls and Colrain Street Railway trolley No. 10. Built in 1896 by Wasson Manufacturing company in Springfield for the newly constructed seven mile long rural trolley line connecting its namesake towns. The little line lasted only 30 years and upon its abandonment in 1927 little number 10 was sold to a local farmer who used it as a shed and chicken coop for 65 years. In 1992 his son donated the shell back to the newly formed museum and seven years later she was back in operation.
Here is a view looking west at number 10 running under the wire on about 1000 ft of track in the old rail yard.
If you ever find yourself in Shelburne Falls (and you really should because it's just lovely) stop by the museum and take a little ride yourself. To learn more check out their website here: www.sftm.org/index.shtml
Oh, and I'd be remiss if I wrapped this up without a mention about Shelburne's most famous attraction, The Bridge of Flowers. It is truly a must see and if you're ever traveling west on Route 2 make the short detour into town, it is truly worth it. If you've never heard of it check out this: newengland.com/today/travel/massachusetts/berkshires/brid...
Oh, and as for that bridge, little old number 10 ran over it for the 19 years it was in service providing the Shelburne Falls and Colraine Street Railway a direct freight connection to the Boston and Maine and New Haven (which came to town too until abandoning their route up through Conway in 1923). Between the museum and the bridge this tiny little otherwise unremarkable street railway has left an indelible impact on the community far outlasting its utility as a mere means of transportation.
Buckland, Massachusetts
Saturday August 31, 2025
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Die Mannheimer 365 664 verdingte sich am 15. Januar 1997 im Germersheimer Bahnhof.
Morgens war ich noch ganz nach Plan ins Geotechnische Labor der Bundesanstalt für Wasserbau in Karlsruhe gegangen, um meine Gesteinsproben für die Diplomarbeit zu verarbeiten. Dichter Nebel hing bei frostigen Temperaturen über der Stadt und die Aussicht aus den großen Fenstern war genauso trübe. Bis gegen Mittag sich die Sonne durchkämpfte. Ganz unauffällig habe ich meine Sachen zusammengeräumt und hab mich schnell verdrückt. Das Licht versprach sensationell zu werden. Mit der Linie A der Albtalbahn ab nach Hause, die Fototasche gepackt und einer göttlichen Eingebung folgend mit dem Auto nach Germersheim. In der Nähe des Rheines versprach ich mir besonders viel Rauhreif. Und ich wurde nicht enttäuscht.
Die Tonschieferproben von der Schleuse Wintrich konnten warten. Die zweite Schleuse Wintrich ist bis heute nicht gebaut, daran bin aber ich nicht schuld 😂
The Mannheimer 365 664 was hired out at the Germersheim train station on January 15, 1997. In the morning I went to the geotechnical laboratory of the Federal Institute of Hydraulic Engineering at Karlsruhe according to plan to process my rock samples for my diploma thesis. Thick fog hung over the city in freezing temperatures and the view from the large windows was just as gloomy. Until around midday the sun fought its way through. I discreetly put my things together and quickly left. The light promised to be sensational. Took line A of the Albtalbahn home, packed my camera bag and, following a divine inspiration, drove to Germersheim. I expected a particularly large amount of hoarfrost near the Rhine. And I wasn't disappointed. The slate samples from the Wintrich lock could wait. The second Wintrich lock hasn't been built yet, but that's not my fault 😂
Until 1974, Garsdale, which starts near Sedbergh and the Howgill Fells in the west and extends eastwards to Garsdale Head, midway between Sedbergh and Hawes, was once part of the West Riding of Yorkshire. But then this was incorporated within Cumbria. It is a narrow spectacular valley without any major settlements. Rise Hill is on the south and Baugh Fell on the northern side. There is a railway station at Garsdale Head, which is on the Carlisle to Settle line. A steep and winding country lane known as Coal Road, from which this shot was taken, links Garsdale Head with Cowgill in Dentdale.
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Pumpkin cake I made for dessert on Thanksgiving, with cream cheese frosting...Yum!!
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Celebration Pumpkin Cake Recipe from The Cake Mix Bible
1 Pkg. Spice cake mix (or Carrot Cake mix)
1 can solid pack pumpkin (16 oz)
3 eggs
1/4 cup butter, softened
Preheat oven to 350 degrees
Combine all ingredients in large bowl, beat 2 minutes with electric mixer.
Divide batter evenly in 2 9" round cake pans that have been sprayed with Pam with flour. (or greased and floured).
Bake at 350 for 20-25 minutes, or until toothpick comes out clean.
Cool on wire rack.
Frost with cream cheese frosting. Decorate as you wish.
The recipe book had caramel sauce drizzled down the sides and pecans on top.
I chose to do the sides in the cookies since it looked a bit fancier for Thanksgiving.
Cream Cheese frosting.
6 oz cream cheese, room temperature
3 tablespoons milk
1 tsp clear vanilla
5-7 cups powdered sugar
mix until smooth...if it's too thick add more milk a tsp. at a time
Enjoy!
By the way, this is the moistest cake I have ever made! (And I've baked a lot of cakes...I used to be a professional cake decorator)
Explore #204 on Saturday, November 29, 2008
The Fontanka a left branch of the river Neva, flows through the whole of Central Saint Petersburg, Russia. Until the mid-18th century the Fontanka River marked the southern boundary of Saint Petersburg. Along its banks stood the spacious messuages of members of the Russian Imperial Family and of the nobility, the most brilliant being the Summer Palace and the Anichkov Palace. In 1780–1789 Andrey Kvasov superintended the construction of the granite embankments and approaches to the river. The river-bed was regularised as well.
Fifteen bridges span the Fontanka, including the 18th-century Lomonosov Bridge and the extravagant Egyptian Bridge. The most famous bridge, the Anichkov Bridge, carries the Nevsky Prospekt over the river.
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Until I get the photos from my new lens edited, here are some of the owlets. This is the smaller, shyer one...who finally by the end of the night was starting to get more bold, and started showing some action!
May 16, 2016
Fish Creek Provincial Park
Calgary, Alberta Canada
It matters not how fast light may travel, darkness shall always be there awaiting its arrival.
Mark W. Boyer
This nicely plump Bumblebee was so into its sunflower breakfast that it paid me no mind while I intruded on its morning routine.
" And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease . . . . "
John Keats "To Autumn"
Not until she was ready to that is. Spotting something, she dove into the reeds, and I lost sight of her for a time.
Until yesterday, we had gotten only about 1 mm of precipitation for the first three weeks of March, ordinarily the month with the highest snowfall average. It looks like Mother Nature is making a valiant attempt to catch up! No huge cause for alarm, as our temperature should get to +6° C this afternoon...
This is a record shot of a Green Heron, which I saw in Newfoundland this past summer, just hours before I was to return to Nova Scotia. I nearly missed posting it, until My recent scan through photos from this past summer.
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Here's a Northwestern Crow (Corvus caurinus). It likes to take the food it has found and dunk it in the neighbours gutter. It leaves it there until it is soft enough to eat. Clever Bird! Depending on what it is will determine how long it's left in the water! Clever Bird!
Not until 1977 did the building's function as a hospital stop, at which time it was moved to a newer modern hospital in Brugge Sint-Pieters. The city of Bruges took over the buildings. Today part of the hospital complex holds the popular Hans Memling museum, named for the German-born Early Netherlandish painter, where a number of works, such as triptychs are displayed, as well as hospital records, medical instruments and other works of art.
From 1833 until 1853, Port Arthur was the destination for the hardest of convicted British criminals, those who were secondary offenders having reoffended after their arrival in Australia. Rebellious personalities from other convict stations were also sent there. In addition, Port Arthur had some of the strictest security measures of the British penal system.
The World Heritage Committee of UNESCO inscribed the Port Arthur Historic Site onto the World Heritage Register on 31 July 2010, as part of the Australian Convict Sites World Heritage property. Port Arthur is one of Australia's most visited historical sites, receiving over 250,000 visitors each year.