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The foothills of the mountains in the Southern Lakes are covered in trees. The acid soils and humid conditions encourage ferns and moss, sessile oaks and the most wonderful beech trees, many of which are copper beech. Holly, rowan and hazel grow here too - the perfect environment for wildlife. Bird song everywhere - just magic. Red squirrels also abide here, unseen (by me, quiet as I was), as they are small and quick.
We even had a pair of nuthatches visit our bird feeder. They became used to me, coming out for the special food I put out for them. They were raising families of course, and so their food was rich in protein. Not cheap, but worth it !
Taken from the top of our 'holiday retreat' path one morning. The light was so lovely.
Thank you as always for your kind comments, faves and invites - hope you feel inspired to visit this wonderful place.
My own texture used - processed in PicMonkey with a touch of Topaz Glow.
Abide with me, fast falls the eventide
The darkness deepens Lord, with me abide
When other helpers fail and comforts flee
Help of the helpless, o, abide with me........
The impressed and intens beautiful church of Cervo ( Liguria-Italy)
The title is the last line of a poem that hung on my nan’s wall from when I was a little girl. I copied it out for her from a poetry book on a pretty piece of teal coloured paper. It was her favourite colour. It stayed on her wall until we cleaned that house out 20 or more years later. I still know the poem by heart. It’s not my style but she thought it was special so it has always stayed with me.
Every house where love abides
And friendship is a guest,
Is surely home, and home, sweet home,
For there the heart can rest.
This house reminded me of that poem. It just looks like a good place for the heart to rest.
Happy new week all! (I'm enjoying a day off and going canoeing with my Dad so I'll be catching up later!)
The night before, the wind was blowing, and zero reflections here; the next morning, the water was like a mirror.
The Great Salt Lake - GPS is not the exact spot of the shot.
No comments today – just enjoy :-)
Red Bay Castle, County Antrim, Northern Ireland
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He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.
(Psalm 91:1-2)
Abide as that in which there is no beginning or end
no top or bottom or middle
no holy place or God
no gifts or pious acts
no time or space
no objects of perception
and be always happy
free from all traces of thought.
from the Ribhu Gita
I think most people see sailboats and think of a relaxing endeavour, soaking up the sunshine as the soft winds blow, the vessels like immense swans gliding along the water blissfully.
Perhaps that’s actually the case for most folks out on their boats, however, my experience with sailing was quite different. I was only ever on a sailboat a handful of times but each of those were with Barnacle Bill. Bill (his real name) was my father and he bought a sailboat shortly after I was married so sailing wasn’t something with which I grew up. That meant I hadn’t been properly trained to be a sailor and neither had Norm.
Our first time out Dad issued the rules and we were more than willing to learn and abide. Yet as the outing progressed Bill’s barking grew more and more intense.
“Don’t sit there!”
“Grab that line!”
(What line? What do you want me to do with it?)
And so it went.
There seemed to be a very real possibility that we were going to be keelhauled or, at the very least, made to walk the plank. If you ever saw the ‘Friends’ episode where Rachel was trying to teach Joey how to sail you’ll have a clear idea of what I’m trying to describe.
I do know that his high anxiety was his concern for everyone’s safety and thus was quite forgivable but truth be told ever since those experiences I have been quite content to simply get the occasional photograph of a sailboat. :-)
Definition Of A Sailboat: A hole in the water into which you pour money.
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'I am drinking at the fountain
Where I ever would abide,
For I've tasted life's pure river,
And my soul is satisfied.'
Ahhh the purity of the morning light, and this precious bloom wanting to reach out to me. here was headed out carrying a ladder ready to climb a tree for trimming, and well this single beauty stopped me on the trip out. so now i'm dropping the picture here while heading out to do my New Years deeds. Please Enjoy the day.
Can't decide who to dedicate it too, but i think you know who you all are..!!
Listening to The Music of Cosmos www.youtube.com/watch?v=fPfPAgzQEjg
Ah, la pureza de la luz matutina y esta preciosa flor que ansiaba alcanzarme! Salía con una escalera lista para trepar a un árbol y podarlo, y bueno, esta belleza me detuvo en el camino. Así que ahora les dejo la foto mientras salgo a hacer mis obras de año nuevo. Disfrútenla!
"The seasons change and you change, but the Lord abides evermore the same, and the streams of His love are as deep, as broad, and as full as ever."
Charles Spurgeon
TRUTH
We all have our own truth
Credos that we abide by
It stops us falling into murky waters
Getting lost by the wayside
It can be difficult staying on the path
I wish I had Dante and Virgil at my side
Instead I rely on your light to guide me
Love like a burning flame inside
I knew it would not be easy
I have my own steep hills to climb
But I would do it all again if you asked me
At least I can say I have tried
This flame may die down into embers
Ready to ignite at your word
Such love can never be extinguished
Like a heart that never really dies
Can I still find my way through the forest
Navigate my way past the lies
See the truth of you in front of me
Answering all the tears that I have cried
I have been taking a little break from Flickr after my last upload of images. So consequently I am a bit behind with my usual thank you’s. So I thought I would place this up here in the meantime for you to thank you all for your support. Those of you who have got to know me and my work know how much these pieces mean to me, and the journey that led me to create them and share them here. Each poem is deeply felt and a reality to me, and can be emotionally challenging to write. I am learning that not only do I need time to create them, I also need time to rest in between them. Thank you again for all your kind words, faves and views. I would have found it difficult to keep going without you.
This image is the view towards the Altar beneath the East Window of Ripe Church, Sussex, UK, which has medieval fragments of the original stained glass set within the clear gothic window.
To see more of my images and poetry have a look at my website:
Through the towering streets
Grey flecked with the sun
I am fallen and tumble
Endomed in snow glass orbed Alice eyes
America is dreaming of a restless autumn
Snow abides
When I saw you
My heart arose...(:)
The snow abides
Michael Cashmore - Anthony Hegarty
Handcolored version of a different earlier post in BW.
It doesn't take much to make a moose mad. A little snow falls from the trees, and she is ready for a fight. Statistically, in Alaska - more people are killed by moose, than they are by bear.
Doc and I figure that we live in their home, so we will abide by their rules. LOL
the Magnolias are here yippeeee
All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooks
Are life eternal: and in silence they
Speak happiness beyond the reach of books;
There's nothing mortal in them; their decay
Is the green life of change; to pass away
And come again in blooms revivified.
Its birth was heaven, eternal it its stay,
And with the sun and moon shall still abide
Beneath their day and night and heaven wide.
John Clare
Bounty abides along the river with a succession of wildflowers turning to seed. This is one of a large flock of adult and juvenile Goldfinches taking advantage of a plentiful bounty.
Location: Candi Roro Jonggrang - Prambanan Temples (maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Elite%20Land/212/126/22)
be still - always abide in the Self -
You have the idea that the Self is something that you see or experience. This is not so. The Self is the awareness or the consciousness in which the seeing and the experiencing takes place.
Annamalai Swami in an answer to a questioner, from "Living by the Words of Bhagavan" by David Godman.
countdown - 7
Can't abide them myself! Ever since I was a child and my grandmother made me sit at the table til they were gone - except I was physically sick and she relented! She was wonderful and only trying to do the right thing by us as our mother was in a sanitarium with TB - It must have been really hard for her!! It certainly w3as for my sister at 5 years old, and me at 7. I don't suppose it was a picnic for my father, either...
What's between us is more like what is between the sun and earth..
The sun spread its shine on the earth every morning and by the end of the day it sets..
What makes the earth abide is that it knows that there will always be another day where the sun will rise again..
Unfortunately, thats not the case in our relationship since there might not be another day for us..
- I n i M i T a B L e -
The United States of America has a new pair of glasses we are demanding that all politicians wear. these glasses are made in fairy land, are all bent and croaked and are free to all politicians. lenses are not needed since all politicians have their own agendas and their own bent and croaked fairyland ideas. the only requirement is that they must stop two things. first; stop telling us that they are not raising taxes and second; they stop telling us they are working for the american people. since, they cannot abide by these rules the next step will be to provide them with liars undergarments. stay tuned.
Abide with me; 'tis eventide.
The day is past and gone;
The shadows of the evening fall;
The night is coming on.
Within my heart a welcome guest,
Within my home abide.
Abide with me; 'tis eventide.
Thy walk today with me
Has made my heart within me burn,
As I communed with thee.
Thy earnest words have filled my soul
And kept me near thy side.
Abide with me; 'tis eventide,
And lone will be the night
If I cannot commune with thee
Nor find in thee my light.
The darkness of the world, I fear,
Would in my home abide.
Text: Lowrie M. Hofford
Music: Harrison Millard, 1830-1895
The Dude Adopts.
I caught DogBreath DogTog's webinar yesterday and I had to.
Playin' w/ teh CTO gels, Tungsten WB & probably too much Topazzzzz....
"Though much is taken, much abides, and though we are not now that strength which in old days, moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, made weak by time and fate, but strong in will to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield..." Tennyson's poem
Listen: Skyfall
Across the tundra, rising through the clouds, is the tallest peak on the entire north american continent.
Mt. Denali abides.
Actually when measured from the base to the summit, Denali is taller than Everest, but Everest's base is at such a high elevation to begin with, that it's the highest place in the world. But not the tallest mountain.
Denali still abides.
Taken on the bus thru the window across the aisle from us.
I was on our window seat, but Adam and the nice people across the aisle got out of the way so I could get this one shot.
"The seasons change and you change, but the Lord abides evermore the same, and the streams of His love are as deep, as broad, and as full as ever."
Charles Spurgeon
This is not a pretty image. Colour would never have been appropriate in this case. It is depressing and sad if you love churches and history. The title is taken from Francis Lyte's best known hymn, "Abide With Me". In this case my title, and the second line, refers not to the time of day, but rather to the state this building is in. Once consecrated to the glory of God, it now sits literally falling apart in a graveyard.
I wonder if they sang this old hymn when they laid to rest the person buried in that grave in front of us?
A few grains of sand.
A few white hairs.
Not dwelling in the past.
Nor fearing the future.
The Dog Abides...