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The snow
began here
this morning and all day
continued, its white
rhetoric everywhere
calling us back to why, how,
whence such beauty and what
the meaning; such
an oracular fever!
flowing past windows, an energy it seemed
would never ebb, never settle
less than lovely! and only now,
deep into night,
it has finally ended.
The silence
is immense,
and the heavens still hold
a million candles, nowhere
the familiar things:
stars, the moon,
the darkness we expect
and nightly turn from. Trees
glitter like castles
of ribbons, the broad fields
smolder with light, a passing
creekbed lies
heaped with shining hills;
and though the questions
that have assailed us all day
remain - not a single
answer has been found -
walking out now
into the silence and the light
under the trees,
and through the fields,
feels like one.
~First Snow , Mary Oliver
Looking back from whence I came. The colour is provided by Red Campion in a pool of sunlight.
Norfolk Woodland.
It was slowly coming towards me, and right overhead, when it suddenly decided to go back whence it had come -- this odd manoeuvre resulted in a sharp U-turn, and it then resumed its stately progress
Another from Stokksnes, this time from the beach with a rather nice draw of water rushing back to whence it came.
High noon in the woods. Pleasant coolness on a hot, dry day.
To the right, somewhat towards the bottom of the picture, a simple stone crouches on a dais made from unhewn boulders of the same kind, the monument so unassuming as to often escape the attention of the passerby. The front has been cut vertically to create a flat surface, and a brief inscription of the nature of an invocation to St. Hubertus can be read thereon.
In the shade close by, a recently erected birken cross keeps the stone sombre company, with an older, smaller crucifix crumbling down a couple of paces away, its wooden members returning to the earth's womb, whence they came decades ago...
the mind is merely thoughts,
of all thoughts the thought I is the root,
therefore the mind is only the thought I.
Whence this I arises,
seek for it within,
it then vanishes.
This is the pursuit of wisdom.
Sri Ramana Maharshi
„I will lift up my eyes to the hills— From whence comes my help? My help comes from the Lord, Who made heaven and earth.”
Psalms 121:1-2
Yesterday found us once again out on the bikes. Hubby has been wanting to do the Gospel Pass ( highest tarmaced road in Wales, only just higher than Bwlch y Groes in North Wales) for a long time. So we set out later than planned (thanks to a busy week having caught up with me) to Llanvihengel Crucorney from whence we started the ride.
He had looked at the route beforehand and had told me that it was flat for miles and then there was the gospel pass to climb and then down hill. Somehow, probably because we were busy chatting in the lanes we missed a turning but we were blissfully unaware of this until the road just slowly but surely started to incline. It just got steeper and steeper and then would undulate a little before once again ramping up again. We did realise that we must have been on the wrong path, but the lanes were so quiet that we opted to continue on this route rather than go back and try to find the correct route.
By the time we found the signpost for Capel-y-Ffin we had done a significant amount of climbing and had just dropped down a lovely hill too in, as otherwise you'll think we were trying to ascend Everest here in Wales!
The Gospel Pass itself then didn't feel too bad from a climbing point of view as there had been steeper climbs earlier.
The remoteness and sheer beauty of the climb was truly stunning. As you can see it was overcast and did throw some rain drops, but not enough to hinder us.
The Gospel Pass is named thus as early Christians used this route to get to different communities in centuries gone by.
The open scenes of an American Werewolf in London were also filmed up here.
A truly fabulous day out, we've said that we'll go back again to do this ride again, but might just make sure we start with the flatter route next time!
Thanks for stopping
Drink! for you know not whence you came nor why: drink! for you know not why you go, nor where."
Omar Khayyam
Probably Clavariadelphus sachalinensis.
In autumn, strap coral can appear in great numbers in numerous 'colonies' in the deep woods. Within a week or so, they completely disappear whence they came...
Due Re485 di BLS Cargo, in particolare l'unità 001 e 008, si dirigono isolate verso Domodossola da cui prenderanno in carico una RoLa per Friburgo, qui in passaggio dalla stazione di Varzo.
24/08/2016
A couple of BLS Cargo Re485, composed by units 001 and 008, heading south isolated towards Domodossola, whence they will take in charge a RoLa to Fribourg, here passing Varzo.
I understand now, the legend of the succubus
And from whence it came
Being broken hearted, alone, and jaded
Can make a night stalking lunatic, of any dame
My heart has been stolen,
I'll never be the same
So now I wander the night,
With the "succubus" name
I'll slip into your dreams,
Make any man my prey
A female demon of the night,
Its the truth, what they say
A nocturnal dream,
I'll dance in your head
And when the sun shines,
I'll hide under your bed
I cannot love you,
As I have no heart
My heart was broken,
So now I roam the dark
We succubi, hide in the shadows,
Watching our game
We are all heartless creatures,
We feel no shame
Yes, I understand now the legend of the succubus,
And from whence it came
As my heart is gone
Now "succubus" is my name
(Gidgette Mar 2016)
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This species has been appearing in Britain for the last couple of decades, almost entirely on the south coast and mostly around the Boscombe area of Dorset.
Last week, two friends made a journey to a nature reserve in Buckinghamshire. Whilst there, they chanced upon this shieldbug. Uncertain of what it was, they brought it back home, alive, for identification! It was duly confirmed as a Vernal Shieldbug, some distance from any other known records. Today, they have driven back down to Bucks to release it from whence it came! in the meantime, I looked after it and used the opportunity to take these photos.
Hope the ID is right! Seems to fit the description perfectly: "dark edged pale 'half moon' on the rear margin of the wing - from whence the Latin 'lunatus'"
Shawbury Moat - Shropshire
66020 looking good in DB red livery has just passed the small village of Ashley with a Dowlow to Warrington Arpley move with a rake of matching MMA for repair.
There is a path in for a Warrington Arpley-Peak Forest (and return) wagon move every Monday, although it is not a frequent runner and more often than not only conveys wagons in one direction. On this occasion - perhaps something to do with Easter - it operated directly from Dowlow with the loco returning light engine from whence it came.
Psalms Chapter 121, Verse 1 ~ I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.
The Fred Symmes Chapel sits high on the edge of the mountain outside Cleveland, SC. Driving 5 hours through the night, then winding up a narrow mountain road having little idea what waited for us at the top. I walked in to this outdoor house of worship and my breathe was literally taken away. I remember saying out loud, "Holy, Lord Jesus, this is beautiful". Truely one of the most beautiful places I have seen
"......Who knows, who ever told, from whence this vast creation rose?
No gods had then been born - who then can e'er the truth disclose?
Whence sprang this world, and whether framed by hand divine or no-
Its lord in heaven alone can tell, if even he can show."
(anonymous)
My quest for yesterday was to spot a Shortie. I was only to find one, or he found me, whatever. He flew high overhead and down into a field from whence he never emerged! Probably hunkered down in the grass until sunset, the little bugger.
As many of my Flickr friends should have readily guessed, this is another image I have brought to life digging in my archives. Yes, Rosolina Mare, Summer 2016. Again. I am amazed at how many shots worthy the effort of postprocessing there are in that archive.
Just like its fellow image (You'll never walk alone), I had thought to process it a great many times, but I was deterred by some blown out highlights in the sky. Not worth the effort, I used to think. However I have made up my mind at last and, after recovering what was recoverable, I have decided to accept some blown out highlights instead of give up forever.
For me the main points of interest in this shot - the very reasons that have encouraged me to embarkupon processing this bracketing - were the rippled patterns of the sand and that enormous tidal pool, with its absolutely still water mirroring such a wild sky. I have a personal fixation (most probably a deviance) with envisaging certain patterns of sandy ripples as cortex convolutions of some mysterious brain of the Earth (e.g. my Thinking heavenly thoughts), so you can better understand whence the funny title of this photo has come...
Explored on 2020/07/06 no. 22
It was my second sunrise session at Rosolina mare - not really as good as the first one, to be sure (here it is an example): the sky was overcast, the light was hard, and a high-altitude sheet of clouds gave uniform highlights where the sun was. I was a bit tired - more on the morale side than physically, since I had walked some 23 km only to take a mere handful of second-rate photos. As I was returning to the "civilised" part of the beach, at last the sky started turning into something really interesting. Lots of clouds of different shapes and sizes, and piercing sunbeams at leisure. I was wise enough to take a real exposure bracketing, and this helped a lot to recover details in the blown-out area.
I have obtained this picture by blending an exposure bracketing [-1.3/0/+1.3 EV] by luminosity masks with the Gimp (EXIF data, as usual, refer to the "normal exposure" shot), then I added some final touches with Nik Color Efex Pro 4. RAW files processed with Darktable. Denoising with Dfine.
There is a rapture that my soul desires,
There is a something that I cannot name;
I know not after what my soul aspires,
Nor guess from whence the restless longing came.
~ Augusta Theodosia Drane
Martigny lies at an elevation of 471 meters, about 33 kilometers south-southeast of Montreux. It is on the east edge of the Rhône valley, at the foot of the Swiss Alps, and is located at the point where the southwestern-flowing Rhone turns ninety degrees northward and heads toward Lake Leman (Lake Geneva).
The Gaulish name of the settlement in the 1st century BC was either Octodurus or Octodurum (whence Martigny is sometimes also called Octodure in French). Octodurus was conquered by the Roman Empire in 57 BC, and occupied by Servius Galba with the twelfth legion and some cavalry in order to protect the strategically important pass of Poeninus (now known as the Great St. Bernard).
Source: Wikipedia
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martigny
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The Torre della Ghirlandina or simply Ghirlandina is the bell tower of the Cathedral of Modena, in Emilia-Romagna, Italy.
Standing at 86.12 metres, the tower is the traditional symbol of Modena, being visible from all directions outside the city.
The structure was set up in 1179 on five floors, initially called Torre di San Geminiano. To compete with Bologna's towers, the Comune added the characteristic octagonal cusp, designed by Arrigo da Campione, one of the numerous masters from Campione who took part in the cathedral's renovation in the 13th-15th centuries. The top of the tower is decorated with two ghirlande (two marble railings), whence the name.
In the interior, the Sala della Secchia room (with 15th-century frescoes) is home of a copy of the depiction of the Secchia rapita, a memory of the tower's former role as treasury of the Modenese Comune. Also notable are the sculpted capitals in the Sala dei Torresani hall, in the fifth floor.
The five bells are tuned in C major, cast during the Renaissance period. It also has a stand for the oaken bucket from the War of the Bucket.
....upon the Black Sea shores where the huge Caucasus beckoned in the sky beyond; a rustling in the umbrella pines and cactus at Marseilles, whence magic steamers start about the world like flying dreams. He heard the plash of fountains upon Mount Ida’s slopes, and the whisper of the tamar- isk on Marathon. It was dawn once more upon the Ionian Sea, and he smelt the perfume of the Cyc- lades. Blue-veiled islands melted in the sunshine, and across the dewy lawns of Tempe, moistened by the spray of many waterfalls, he saw—Great Heavens above!—the dancing of white forms ... or was it only mist the sunshine painted against Pelion?... “Methought, among the lawns together, we wandered underneath the young grey dawn. And multitudes of dense white fleecy clouds shep- herded by the slow, unwilling wind.” Algernon Blackwood
A new species for me, this Lilypad Clubtail was one of about six buzzing around the side of the Lake. Identification is, as always, subject to correction by people with more expertise than I have. There is an ongoing discussion in the online communities where such things are debated about the differences between Lilypad and Unicorn Clubtails. The latter have more of the orange, visible here near the tail, and a more prominent bump on the head (whence the ‘unicorn’).
During these unseasonably cold early spring days when the weak sun eventually decides to shine, the place to be is the greenhouse which warms up beautifully, provided the door stays shut. The south facing outside though was an attractive and relatively less chilly place for a tiny male zebra jumping spider [ salticus scenicus ] who shared the location with me briefly on Saturday. He was even smaller than a split red lentil, hence the necessary magnification. After about a couple of minutes though, he disappeared through a crack in the wood from whence he came, probably feeling that it just wasn't warm enough for him quite yet.
Wedged under a soaring Date Plum is the low shrubbery of Diels' Wild-quince with its tiny flowers (see main photo). You can tell how small those florets are by looking at the lower right inset: there's a Garden Bumblebee wedging its proboscis into a flower. Meanwhile lots of small male flowers of our Date Plum are falling and (upper left inset) one is wedged between two pinks of that Wild-quince.
If you're curious whence that 'Diels': this particular Cotoneaster was named for Friedrich Ludwig Emil Diels (1874-1945) by his friend and co-explorer in the East, Ernst Georg Pritzel (1875-1946). Diels worked primarily in Berlin where his great collection of plants was housed in the still famous Botanical Garden at Berlin-Dahlem. That collection, though, was bombed out of existence by the Allies late in WWII. Incidentally, Diels was a son of the great German classicist Herman Alexander Diels (1848-1922).
≈ hope message: rise again ≈
dear heartfriends,
thankful to have my mac back (hard drive crashed, was replaced, everything saved :)
yet that's not what this image is about!
it is about a hope~message this morning ☼
(in the moment of awakening, here are the words i heard..)
long~forgotten thunderbird
and then
phoenix
after an initial 'whoa where did that come from' ... knew of course this was for the gulf coast
as you probably are too .. am aware of some things about the spiritual significance of the Phoenix Bird and the Thunderbird..
i grew up next to a town named Phoenix, so heard of its mythical meaning in childhood .. also worked in the early 1970's at nepenthe, a restaurant overlooking the ocean in big sur california (from whence this image comes) .. its shop was/is called "the phoenix"
(and ahh, nepenthe means 'no sorrow' :)
and
Thunderbird is revered by native americans in the pacific northwest, where i grew up .. as well as revered in the american southwest
here is some about both, with thanks to wikipedia:
≈ thunderbird ≈
a supernatural bird of power and strength
the beating of the thunderbird's enormous wings stirs the wind
the lakota name for thunderbird is wakį́yą ... from kįyą́ meaning 'winged' .. and wakhą́ meaning 'sacred'
Thunderbird is a servant of the Great Spirit
may Thunderbird, servant of the Great Spirit, stir things up in hearts and actions! so that healing and renewal come to Be
≈ phoenix ≈
a gentle creature, alighting so gently that it crushes nothing and eats only dewdrops
a symbol depicting the direction south (!)
symbolic of rebirth and renewal, for ~ from its own ashes, the Phoenix rises again ~
may Phoenix renew the waters to freshness ~
so the Beings within the waters .. and in the air above .. and in the earth beside .. can rise again *
and live their lives sustained in health and grace
and may these sacred birds be powerful visions of what will Be for the the waters of the gulf
≈ for the One Water and the One Sky and the One Earth ≈
amen *
≈
Looking back from whence we came. You can see the S-shaped canyon I mentioned in a previous photo, linked below, which is about 7 miles away, as the crow flies.
Hope you are not getting bored with this series because I took a lot of photos in here!
Kaleidoscope Canyon
Death Valley National Park
About Lagangarbh
Lagangarbh Hut is situated north of Buachaille Etive Mor near the River Coupall. It is owned by the National Trust for Scotland and has been occupied and maintained by the Scottish Mountaineering Club since 1946. It was extensively refurbished in 1994.
History
The hut was originally a crofting home, typically with central entrance hall and stairs ahead, two rooms up and down, left and right. The roofing is still the local Ballachulish slate which covered much of Scottish housing. The walls are of thick stone, built to withstand the battering of gales. The Club planted a shelter belt of trees to the west, from whence roar in the prevailing south-westerlies.
UK 2020, kentmere 800
'We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch-we are going back from whence we came '
J.F. Kennedy
I visited Detroit today, first time in quite a while. And I must say the city has changed and is changing quite a bit from whence I began photogging the city in 2004.
Whenever there is birth or death,
The sacred veil between the worlds grows thin and opens slightly up,
Just long enough for Love to slip
Silent, either in or out of this, our fragile, fleeting world,
Whence or whither a new home waits.
And our beloved ones draw near,
In rapt anticipation, or in weary gratitude, they stand
Our loved ones stand so close, right here
Just on the other side of Eternity.
The Sacred Veil: I. The Veil Opens by Eric Whitaccre
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZz04WQPcf0
© All rights reserved Anna Kwa. Please do not use this image on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit written permission.
John Kennedy's....
I really don’t know why it is that all of us are so committed to the sea, except I think it’s because in addition to the fact that the sea changes, and the light changes, and ships change, it’s because we all came from the sea. And it is an interesting biological fact that all of us have, in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea – whether it is to sail or to watch it – we are going back from whence we came.
Despite the legend assigning its foundation to the famous Greek wrestler Milo of Croton (whence the name), Miglionico was most likely founded by the Oenotrians, a local Italic tribe. After the Greek colonization, it was held by the Lucani, followed by the Samnites until 458 BC, when it was conquered by the Romans.
In the Middle Ages the story of Miglionico was strongly connected to that of its large castle, which was held by the Hauteville Normans and then by the Sanseverino. After the latter where slaughtered by order of Frederick II (1245), Miglionico was assigned to his son Manfred. After the latter's fall, however, the Sanseverino were re-instated, holding the town until the abolition of feudalism.
EXPLORE - March 24, 2009 #468
Thank you dear friends for your wonderful comments and constant visit!
Location: North Lake Tahoe
"Deeply impressed with the blessing which we enjoy, and of which we have manifold proofs, my mind is irresistibly drawn to that Almighty Being, the great source from whence they proceed and to whom our most grateful acknowledgments are due."
- James Monroe
Horses in the Snow!
This the picture from whence the others were derived.
I think this maybe for me is the best of the three! The blue coated horse is actually a copy of the red coated horse mirrored and the colour changed in Hue & Sat.
I love the sharpness against the snow.
Do we bury all that we forget?
is it confined to the past
or does it retrace our every step
from whence we came
shadows form, weighed from our very own schlepp
into the light of the future?
or the ubiquity of night
anger sleeps better with freedom intact
yet evening has the most to teach
when morning begins to redact
Sunlight, the evidence of sacredness
shadows, our proof to be
colour, the sign of beauty
seasons, a reinvention of ourselves
today, the hope for us all to agree
into you, my words to breath
inhaling as one, we have double strength
every month an omnibus edition of ourselves
each day, the index grows more eager
life is the power to forgive all that lies on our bookshelves.
by anglia24
11h00: 27/09/2007
© 2007anglia24
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Psalm 121: 1 -2
I will lift up my eyes to the hills—
From whence comes my help?
My help comes from the Lord,
Who made heaven and earth.
Praying for Houston and all in Harvey's path.
I went into this beautiful chapel at the Tomassee DAR school and left my camera in the car - iPhone had to take over - light too beautiful to miss. HBM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S6Odk49ZvD4 - Indelible Grace
Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah;
pilgrim through this barren land.
I am weak, but Thou art mighty;
hold me with thy powerful hand.
Bread of Heaven, feed me now and evermore
Bread of Heaven, feed me now and evermore
Open now the crystal fountain,
whence the healing waters flow.
Let the firey, cloudy pillar
lead me all my journey through.
Strong deliverer, be Thou still my strength and shield
Strong deliverer, be Thou still my strength and shield
When I tread the verge of Jordan,
bid my anxious fears subside.
Death of death, and hell's destruction,
land me safe on Canaan's side.
Songs of praises, I will ever give to Thee
Songs of praises, I will ever give to Thee
Land me safe on Canaan's side;
bid my anxious fears,
bid my anxious fears
Land me safe on Canaan's side;
bid my anxious fears,
bid my anxious fears
goodbye
bid my anxious fears,
bid my anxious fears
Land me safe on Canaan's side;
bid my anxious fears,
bid my anxious fears
goodbye, goodbye
Yes, probably most public schools in America, like so much of the rest of our infrastructure, are old and in need of maintenance, repair or replacement, but whence cometh the funds? However, despite the mid-20th century abstract look, "old school" has other meanings...
Intentional failure to see the big picture. Or perhaps a big picture after all, in microcosm. HWW!
Her secret lair in the yard, from whence she assembles her schemes. It was always more or less green until the record-breaking heat wave at the end of June that crisped them. It was stealthier by far when the ferns were healthy and springing back after she passed through - the round 'doorway' is new. Some of the Sword Fern is still green - it should grow back fairly quickly when the blessed rain returns. Happy Caturday 21 August 2021, "Antics and Mischief."