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Dyana of Norvos joins Princess Nymora for a brief time, keeping vigil over Prince Nykaerys' body as penance for the accidental death.
Photo taken in Right of Conquest.
Prayer vigil held after Pastor Derek Reimer arrested over church service at Calgary court:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pU2O6Mys2yU
Exodus 12:42 “It was a night of vigil in honor of the Lord, because He would bring them out of the land of Egypt. This same night is in honor of the Lord, a night vigil for all the Israelites throughout their generations.”
I have one last, low key, candid portrait from the Remembrance Eve Vigil to share.
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An early evening walk along the walls of Orvieto in Umbria, Italy.
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Coyote on Sign Hill. South San Francisco, CA.
This animal was kind enough to hang out while I walked 1/4 mile to my car to get the 400mm and then back.
it was quite dark so I pulled up the shadows a bit to see this handsome ...I think..sharp shinned hawk. If the id is wrong, please let me know.
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Thanks to everyone who came out to support the opening Thursday night (Nov. 19th) for my Glass Darkly series at the SoHo Gallery For Digital Art.
Thanks also to SGDA's prorietor, John Ordover, whose hard work made the evening a rousing success.
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The vigil is yours to keep
Knights of old who take the vow
Gather before your Lord
But know that you will not be alone
Enter deep into the mystery
Of a lifetime of loyal service
Where my words are your bond
Steadfast unflinching and strong
My love will fuel your courage
My compassion temper your anger
This coming night you may falter
But your resolve will strengthen at my altar
Are you ready like those before you
To always walk in the light
Feel my presence within you
Steady like the beat of my heart
I wrote this poem when I was musing on the Knights Templar, and I wrote it at the same time as the poem called the Knights Templar, which you can find on my photo stream, or in the Grail Poems Album. I had thought that I would not be uploading any more work until after my Queen's State Funeral, on Monday. But something prompted me to change my mind, having seen the dedication of people filing past paying their respects at her lying in, and the guards, soldiers and others who have stood vigil.
Part of the initiation of a medieval knight was to undergo a night vigil, where he would contemplate the duties and responsibilities of knighthood. He had to do this standing or kneeling, and not fall asleep. The initiation to become a knight by this time had become an elaborate, mystical ceremony.
The dignity of the Queen's lying in has been a solemn occasion, and I would like to place this work up here in recognition of the respect that the public, the Royal Family and the organisers have shown, and also, for those who have been standing vigil for their Queen.
This image is the side chapel at St.Mary's in Eastbourne, Sussex, UK. The stained glass depicts the Archangel St.Michael, and he would certainly help a young knight find his courage.
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my mom died at 2am saturday. i took this photograph five hours later. it reminds me of the vigil we kept for mom. on the hospice floor, we held a 12-hour vigil. the last few hours, we literally encircled her with love—me lying in bed with mom, hand on her heart; my sister sitting by mom's side, stroking her forehead; dad, bowed forward, holding mom's feet; my other sister soothing dad's hands and my feet. it was a circle of love and awareness. she resisted for hours, but then died with some ease. it was difficult, but deeply important and valuable. i have no regrets.
my heart is filled with both love and sorrow. these are the raw places of which we don’t often speak. i’m vulnerable. my heart is cracked open—to the grief and to the beauty. this life is so very precious.
A Blue Heron I encountered last fall perched on one of the poplar piers
in Winnipeg Beach. The grungy texture here is courtesy of ghostbones.
Long live the grunge! Additional texture by my3peas - thank you.
Towards the end of last year I scrambled Grindsbrook Clough, but took the eastern fork up (those who’ve scrambled the route will know where I mean). I found the flow towards the top too heavy to keep following the brook all the way up, so I took a near vertical climb out of a little side gulley.
Once I reached the top of the climb I emerged next to this scene, featuring some beautifully wind-sculpted gritstone formations and a great view of Grindslow Knoll. I took a shot just to remember the spot, the light being rather flat and the colours all blending into a non-descript grey/brown colour. Snow seems to be the answer to all my photography ills recently, this time around it’s helped to provide contrast in an otherwise flat scene. The foreground has popped out from the background and there’s now the three-dimensional depth that I always look for in my photography.
I don’t know if these formation has any kind of nickname ascribed to it (like the Kit Kat Stones of Higger Tor) but the two pillars in the left of frame look like two people stood watch over the across the clough below, so my own nickname for these will be the Vigil Stones.