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...

Spot Pond Frozen Wonderland

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

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...

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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).

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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.

Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?

James Montgomery

The sun came up over the trees and drove the mist back from whence it came.

....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

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).

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'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

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

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

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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

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.

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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

Taken @South pacific,surf and dive 2.

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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

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Now the parable is this: The seed is the word of God. The ones along the path are those who have heard; then the devil comes and takes away the word from their hearts, so that they may not believe and be saved. And the ones on the rock are those who, when they hear the word, receive it with joy. But these have no root; they believe for a while, and in time of testing fall away. And as for what fell among the thorns, they are those who hear, but as they go on their way they are choked by the cares and riches and pleasures of life, and their fruit does not mature. As for that in the good soil, they are those who, hearing the word, hold it fast in an honest and good heart, and bear fruit with patience.

Luke 8: 11- 15

… I am the Poem of Earth, said the voice of the rain,

Eternal I rise impalpable out of the land and the bottomless sea,

Upward to heaven, whence, vaguely form'd, altogether changed, and yet the same,

I descend to lave the drouths, atomies, dust-layers of the globe,

And all that in them without me were seeds only, latent, unborn;

And forever, by day and night, I give back life to my own origin…

Walt Whitman

Arise my prettys

While still you have the chance

Before the rains

The sun and endless tramplings

Send you back to the earth

Only to nourish those trees

From whence you came...

~*DD

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."

Sun Behind the Clouds

This is how it begins,

Open your heart and let the light shine through.

It's so easy to do,

Just close your eyes,

And feel the love arond you.

You've just got to believe,

What a waste of a life,

What a waste of our time.

Yes, in you I believe.

Oh we're gonna change the world.

-dave davies-

“Force never moves in a straight line, but always in a curve vast as the universe, and therefore eventually returns whence it issued forth, but upon a higher arc, for the universe has progressed since it started.”

Kabbalah

Distant view of the Golden Gate Bridge from China Beach.

San Francisco, California.

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Thin ice sheets, formed and fractured in earlier onsets of cold, are now but a windswept surface artifact on thick ice forged strong in the deep winter chill at Abraham Lake, near Banff National Park, Alberta, Canada.

Among the endless frozen wonders at Abraham Lake were these large areas where the embedded remnants of old shattered ice patterned the surface in discordant but interesting ways. Less celebrated than the methane bubbles (some of which can be seen here in the spaces between) for which Abraham Lake is most well known among photographers, I thought these haphazard fractured icescapes merited a little attention nevertheless, especially with a bit of sunrise orange light on the scene.

With or without a camera, time wandering far out on these vast frozen lakes is a wondrous sensory adventure. The ice itself is an endless web of cracks of varying forms and beneath the ice appears an obsidian abyss. But the experience is much more than visual. I've discussed the wind's vigor in prior posts, but when the wind lulls for a bit, you cannot help but hear (and almost feel) the ice sheet groaning and cracking in sharp reports, low bass rumbles, and then higher pitched "bolts" of sounds that would seem to originate off to one side and then shoot right by me before fading into the distance opposite from whence it came. This particular sound reminded me of the tones some old science fiction movies once used to accompany laser blasts. Hard to describe, but an amazing and sometimes unnerving encounter, especially after sunset, when the ice seemed to creak even more vigorously as the temperature plummeted with the darkening night.

When I approached areas of ice like this, I always found myself treading more carefully despite the many other visual confirmations that the ice was very deep and solid beneath the superficial broken pieces. Not unreasonable, I figured, since the cost of a mistake in this winter wonderland likely could be dire.

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June 12, 2011

"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." - John F. Kennedy

Happy Sliders Sunday~

Scavenger Hunt 101 ~ #20 beach

Thank you so much for all the views, faves and comments... This was taken at Heathers Beach, Port Howe Nova Scotia~ home~

When sickness strikes it's blows

so, so mellow-cum-dramatic

on unsuspecting inner souls

we are laid bare by such depose

whence it came thou shall lay

for the love in sunlit frost sparkles

still, until, ice forms the winter dub

in harmony for negativity to fade away

into misty plumes and protracted freshness

of air, of space, and freedom flowing in fact

a new world prospers in the ice garden

if only we could see through our own abstractedness

our psyche has in itself absolutely

no limitations whatsoever, from sample to example

be they talismanic or unreservedly retiring

each possesses instincts learned so acutely

tonight study your other self as you wish to face it

light up within and illuminate all that is without

bless your principles with the cleansing of winter air

shadow and reflect on the nature you wish to transmit

by anglia24

17h00: 19/12/2007

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It was grown from seeds and after two springs, she has finally bloomed! :D

"O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings: climb with me the steep,-- Nature's observatory--whence the dell, In flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell, May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep 'Mongst boughs pavilion'd, where the deer's swift leap Startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell." - John Keats

Back around the clocking of the millenniometer, I saw similar-but-better picture to this in a Trains magazine and, despite having little interest in steam trains, thought it might be neat to visit this location where such beasts still roamed the mainline.

Despite being in China occasionally for work, it was only upon hearing that the changeover to diesels was imminent that I managed to tack a few days onto one of those trips to see it for myself.

The panting, breathing monsters made quite an impression on me in this cold, windy and remote corner of Inner Mongolia where donkey carts manned by the inhabitants of tiny villages sustained by subsistence farming might surreally be passed on the road by a BMW from one of the big cities.

I was with a handful of German and British folks (who are down by the locos just out of shot-left), but I wanted to explore up here and take this shot. Unfortunately the ever-present wind blew heavy smoke across the scene as the train curved around, clearing only as the QJ locos stepped off the elegant SiMingYi viaduct on their way uphill.

Having come through the cutting above the village at right a few minutes ago, soon the train will present itself in another classic shot just beneath me on the third level of the Wassen-like western pass climb.

Jingpeng Pass, China, November 2004

With all your science can you tell

how it is,

and whence it is,

that light comes into the soul?

thoreau

My garden this morning....

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Where did you come from baby dear?

Out of the everywhere into here.

Where did you get your eyes so blue?

Out of the sky as I came through.

What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?

Some of the starry spikes left in.

Where did you get that little tear?

I found it waiting when I got here.

What makes your forehead so smooth and high?

A soft hand stroked it as I went by.

What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?

I saw something better than anyone knows.

Whence that three-corner'd smile of bliss?

Three angels at once gave me a kiss.

Where did you get this pearly ear.

God spoke, and it came out to hear.

Where did you get those arms and hands?

Love made itself into hooks and bands.

Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?

From the same box as the cherubs' wings.

How did they all come just to be you?

God thought of me, and so I grew.

But how did you come to us, you dear?

God thought of you and so I'm here.

whence dueling hummingbirds surge, emerald, intense, almost angry.

Taken from my parents' deck in the Smokies. So different from our woods.

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(...) Like a fresh sacrifice; or, if i can bear

The o’erwhelming sweets, ’twill bring me to the fair

Visions of all places: a bowery nook

Will be Elysium - an eternal book

Whence i may copy many a lovely saying

About the leaves, and flowers - about the playing

Of nymphs in woods, and fountains; and the shade

Keeping a silence round a sleeping maid;

And many a verse from so strange influence

That we must ever wonder how, and whence

It came. Also imaginings will hover

Round my fire-side, and haply there discover

Vistas of solemn beauty, where i’d wander

In happy silence, like the clear meander

Through its lone vales; and where i found a spot

Of awfuller shade, or an enchanted grot,

Or a green hill o’erspread with chequered dress

Of flowers, and fearful from its loveliness,

Write on my tablets all that was permitted,

All that was for our human senses fitted.

Then the events of this wide world i’d seize

Like a strong giant, and my spirit teaze

Till at its shoulders it should proudly see

Wings to find out an immortality.

Ceci est pour vous, CHRISTINE

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