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Over 100,000 people in the US lost to Covid-19. Where is the national acknowledgement, what has happened to us, who is mourning them?
With acknowledgements to Ray Davies and The Kinks.
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ISO 200 1/480th @ f/2.0 Focal length is equivalent to 75mm in 35mm format.
At the end of a seldom used path an old barn sits, closed up and waiting for something that will never happen again.
My peer group is now populated with old people. Our community is not unique and I have observed many older people are rarely visited. Endless days go by without even a greeting from a stranger. Younger extended family members are either absent or too busy to stop by. Most old people don't need to be the center of attention but they would like acknowledgement they are still worthwhile.
monoprint, made by use of discarded carton (acknowledgements to Jadwiga).
size paper 25x31 cm, Drager Meurtant 2018
Excerpt from mylakeviewvillage.com/artists/lynn-taylor:
Land Acknowledgement
I wanted to show who our previous Indigenous Nations of the area are in this land acknowledgment, to show the symbol of earth to its core and it’s connection to the nations, land and water. You will also see the Turtle symbolizing the creation story of mother earth and the tree of peace with its roots to bring us all together in union. Thank you to the Anishinabek, Haudenosaunee, Huron-Wendat, Metis, Ojibway-Chippewa and our Mississaugas of the Credit.
Grateful acknowledgement to Kathrin Swoboda www.flickr.com/photos/artinnature from whom I stole the idea for this montage
Lovely, and she is so real. . .here eyes focus so carefully on us. . .she seeks acknowledgement of what we know and "when we knew it. . .and what she will do with that knowlege. . . is anyone's guess, but I'm thinking of negative possibilities, to be sure. Great presentation of a portrait about real dangers. . . ."
Diehl Mackey-Pyfer - Portland, Oregon
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"each era has its own characteristics. such as the work of Johannes Vermeer which combines the face of Madonna and the digital that unites it. a mix of past and present. And what we are doing is a continuous change in the development of civilization"
Rant 73, April 29.2021
The second instalment in the "Once Upon a Time" series, celebrating an aspect of our lives that seems to have disappeared as a result of the world-wide pandemic. To think that once we gathered in public spaces, utterly without fear or concern, as naturally as we breathe. The series looks at this with a wistful feeling of loss and an acknowledgement of something that was so unconsciously a fundamental part of our lives that we never really saw how precious it was until we lost it.
In future will we be telling shocked and incredulous children that we used to gather, sometimes in the hundreds of thousands - on purpose - and did many things together ? Will they be horrified to hear about these things called restaurants, bars and cafes and be disgusted to hear that we used to eat and drink together in large groups ? Will gatherings in the park seem criminal to them ? This sounds like a serious nightmare, but wouldn't have today's situation seemed like a nightmare before this happened ?
Here's to another future, one where we are able to take our individual and collective lives back !
- Photo taken on New York's "Highline", a made for people mile-long pedestrian-only stretch of re-purposed highway on Manhattan's West Side.
BEST IN DOUBLE ZOOM-IN !!!
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Image created March 21, 2021.
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From a variegated meadowhawk. One of many acknowledgements given daily at the San Louis National Wildlife Refuge.
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Lisianthus are also known as Texas Bluebells, Prairie Gentian, or Lira de San Pedro.
One just opened, and a small bud, white and purple just on the lips.
Eustoma stems from the Greek words 'eu', which denotes something beautiful, and 'stoma', meaning mouth. Lisianthus on the other hand comes from the Greek words 'lysis', which translates as 'dissolution', and 'anthos', meaning flower.
Symbolising gratefulness and charisma, this beautiful long stemmed flower in cymes makes a perfect bouquet when wanting to show respect, love, acceptance, and acknowledgement.
Hope this makes you smile, have a good day and thank you for your visit, so very much appreciated, Magda, (*_*)
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I've been so busy recently that Flickr has had to take a back seat. Apologies to those who have been kind enough to comment or fave any of my recent photos without any acknowledgement!
I did manage to grab a few shots the other day, this being one of them. Shot with a recently acquired Canon 50mm f1.5 LTM that I'm trying to get to grips with. It seemed to work well in monochrome and as it's Thursday...
HMBT !
This is for all the people who choose to shine even after all the storms they have been through. There isn’t enough acknowledgement for all those people who sometimes lose interest, motivation and hope YET do everything in their power to push themselves to keep going. You are facing many challenges and life’s daily struggles and you’re still coming out on top. Your courage speaks volume. Always remember, you have made this far and you can make it through
whatever comes next. Keep shining. ~Brigitte Nicole
The only peace I knew of is the assurance I am with the Lord and living in his ways. I'm not not perfect and I slipped off track many times , but the Lord's loving kindness is there to pick us up where we are fallen, when we acknowledge only in him we are wrong and in need of a savior.
This world would never have peace. Man can not attain / achieve peace of his own efforts. Much so, the people leading this world never have true acknowledgement of God. In fact majority are avoiding staying distance of the diety of God alone , while putting their works of achievements on a pesdestal and glorifying themselves , trying to believe they can do it alone and there's no God.
Magicamente "immersa" nei meandri dell'armonia
John Coltrane (Hamlet, 23 settembre 1926 – New York, 17 luglio 1967)
The stage used by mannequins to display clothes is called a cat-walk.
I had always assumed that this name had something to do with internecine rivalry amongst the clothes-horses.
The picture shows tracks left by my four-footed cat in freshly fallen snow.
From this I conclude that the origin of the term catwalk was probably more to do with the style of walking employed by the models, namely placing one foot directly in front of the other, thereby causing a certain sway or swagger which, no doubt, shows off the fabric of the clothes to best advantage (as well as pleasing a few of the males in the audience).
Of course, fashions change, and these days a super-model is just as likely to stomp down the catwalk open-legged in hiking boots ! C’est la vie !
Though hiking boots can have a certain…….je ne sais quoi !
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How on earth did cat tracks in snow lead to super-models in hiking boots?
It must have been that cheese I ate.
With acknowledgements to Charlie the cat.
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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Captured candidly. He showed his appreciation and I gave him a smile and a nod of the head in thanks. I love those silent interactions of acknowledgement and gratitude.
Thank you for your comments, favourites and support. Take care everyone.
enjoying a hellish ride on the 1. OK I have to say, I do enjoy riding the subway in NYC. I used to love seeing people and their faces. Their eyes and lips were always, to me, like reading a book. But for now that chapter is closed. All that I see now is the back cover. People seated with their heads down starring at their phones while trying to breathe through a mask. I think now of how they achieved hair loss at an early age, or how they could brad long beautiful hair so tight. Or how many breath mints it takes to endure the foulness of mask wearing. Their eyes fixated on their cellphones, never to look up. Muscle memory moves their bodies at selected stops, exiting with zombie like stares, never with any eye contact with others around. I'm at my stop now, looking for one last time. No acknowledgement of my existence. Maybe when I climb up out of the darkness and into the light, just maybe I see a sparkle in someone's eyes.
Pentax K3 and a Clubman 28mm F/2.8 lens in the city.
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This is not AI. I will never post an AI generated image. I HATE AI generated images. I use AI masking in Lightroom and, occasionally, AI for minor object removal, but that is all.
My 'Capped' Explore photo invited a comment telling me that my photo was AI. I'm not entirely certain how to feel about that.
Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
I make no effort to hide my street photography as I love to capture that split second of eye contact. There is, therefore, an awful lot of silent acknowledgement and acceptance in the interactions that happen after I have triggered the shutter button. I always offer a smile or a nod of the head in thanks and frequently receive the same. A great deal of acquiescence occurs.
Take care my friends.
We enjoyed a longish spell over Christmas of crisp, cold (-2c) completely calm days. Very, very peaceful: a quiet Christmas. But my blood temperature rose a little towards boiling when I was driving home on the narrow road by the Captain's Pool. As I approached the very narrow, tight bend around the rock face I saw the nose of a car poke around the corner. I immediately decided to slip into Reverse and back up the single track road to a wider bit where people often stop to look at the view or go fishing. I was in a Christmassy, good will to all men, type of mood as I got back to a place where they could pass. But as the car emerged and advanced towards me, I saw the nose of another car appear immediately behind the first, and then another car. Idiots. You should always allow space between yourself and the car ahead on singletrack roads so cars can pass where the passing place is only big enough for one car. But three cars in close convoy showed these were townie knobs who think, "Hey, let's hire a cottage and go to the Highlands for Christmas. We can shoot deer, chase haggis on the moors, and let the labs run free while we empty another bottle of Scotch". Well, there were four of them in the BMW 3 series cabriolet....roof down at minus 2 degrees with woolly bobble hats on. There was an awkward shuffle as they tried to get through three cars in the passing place I had provided for them. No wave as they came by, no acknowledgement, no smile as they came by in their superior twattery. Boy, if I had had a 12 bore shotgun I would happily have blasted their bobbles off the top of their heads. Don't drive in convoy and show some respect to the locals, PLEEEEZE
A California ground squirrel seems thankful. One of many impressions abundantly available daily at the San Luis National Wildlife Refuge.
Side view of a male Golden Whistler, Pachycephalia pectoralis, seen in open forest in the Atherton Tablelands, far north Queensland, Australia,. 15-17 cm
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Celebrating Jane Austen on International Women's Day.
Where to begin?
It is unbelievable that women are still confined to one annual day of acknowledgement - but the reality is that the 'push' towards real equality between the sexes still leaves an immense gap. Oxfam's new Davos report reveals that globally men now own US$105 trillion more wealth than women – a difference in wealth that is more than four times the size of the entire US economy. Nevertheless
Happy International Women's Day 😊
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I began to notice that a single word would come to mind as I worked. I would like to attribute cognition to this phenomenon but that would be a conceit. It seemed to be a reaction to something rather than a response and as such the accuracy of selection could be flawed for as humans, we have greater acuity when the target is still as opposed to moving, which thoughts ever are.
This sequence of work came about while I was reading SUM by David Eagleman. I must also reference Einstein Dreams by Alan Lightman. The acknowledgement will not be lost on those who have read these wonderful little books. For those who have not I highly recommend them.
Hubble rocks out with heavy metal stars!
This 10.5-billion-year-old globular cluster, NGC 6496, is home to heavy-metal stars of a celestial kind! The stars comprising this spectacular spherical cluster are enriched with much higher proportions of metals — elements heavier than hydrogen and helium are curiously known as metals in astronomy — than stars found in similar clusters.
A handful of these high-metallicity stars are also variable stars, meaning that their brightness fluctuates over time. NGC 6496 hosts a selection of long-period variables — giant pulsating stars whose brightness can take up to, and even over, a thousand days to change — and short-period eclipsing binaries, which dim when eclipsed by a stellar companion.
The nature of the variability of these stars can reveal important information about their mass, radius, luminosity, temperature, composition, and evolution, providing astronomers with measurements that would be difficult or even impossible to obtain through other methods.
NGC 6496 was discovered in 1826 by Scottish astronomer James Dunlop. The cluster resides at about 35,000 light-years away in the southern constellation of Scorpius (The Scorpion).
Image credit: ESA/Hubble & NASA, Acknowledgement: Judy Schmidt
Text credit: European Space Agency
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Deteriorated buildings and a well-used truck share a final partnership as each give their own soliloquy as to their importance to the original farmer. When old folks get together and reminisce, their words are often meant for themselves to give a backward acknowledgement of the importance of their lives lived through the years.
It's Canada Day tomorrow. This year, in light of recent discoveries of the unmarked graves of First Nations children, we are displaying this shirt rather than the Canadian flag. This isn't an anti-patriotic statement but an acknowledgement and remembrance of the awfulness what was allowed to occur in times past. The repercussions are ongoing.
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To honour Truth and Reconciliation Day, CP painted up a unit in bright orange. The idea to do it came from a 13 year old Indigenous lad, Jacob Hoffer, who was present when it was unveiled in Calgary and signed the unit (you can see the signature just under the words "Shirt Day" at the front). Since its release, it's made three trips across the country and is seen here just east of Cambridge on its way to Buffalo. A small acknowledgement to the darkside of our history.
As we move into the third hour of daylight a large gap in the constant cloud cover has formed, but within it small clouds keep forming, low and fast moving, they are changing in size and form continuously. The arrival of the train we have come to see is imminent but despite the high overall sun levels the smaller clouds keep forming and moving through. The viaduct is kept in seemingly equal amounts of sun and shade, often both at the same time and it is unpredictable. When will the train burst out from the tunnel, right now would be great. And that is a really big cloud moving down the hillside opposite right now, it is not looking good at all... An early start this morning for this one too.
The train bursts out from the tunnel and the near half of the viaduct is under shade, the cloud keeps changing shape, refusing to illuminate the whole of the structure. The train rounds the curve and the cloud begins to move. The driver seems to have seen our problem, there are two others up here on the hillside, to my left and further forward. He responds with the train brakes, slowing on the viaducts approach as the cloud pushes away. The early start was not in vain, the photograph is on! The driver toots his horn in acknowledgement and as I watch the trains passage below I wave back enthusiastically. This morning the elements, the train and the photographer meet momentarily in harmony. It is but a moment of time captured in image and memory but for us who stood there this moment will remain with us for the rest of our time.
D6718 runs 1Z40, the 08:35 Skipton to Appleby over Denthead viaduct. 47593 Galloway Princess is on the rear. August the 7th 2020.
Well perhaps I got woken by the small earthquake last night but here is a scene of the tapestry of plants from the Dandenong Ranges National Park, enhanced with some AI images. Friday, May 26 was sorry day and the Australian Rules Footy has been playing a Dreamtime Round. So this is an acknowledgement of the issues faced by our indigenous peoples. For Mosaic Montage Monday Freestyle theme.
I enjoy taking portraits and I am particularly fascinated by smiles. All of them! Whilst some are easier to interpret than others, not all of them represent happiness and I’m sure that this enigmatic facial expression has been the subject of hundreds of studies...
I’ve been thinking about trying to categorise some of my portraits into the various smile ‘categories’. I’m certain that I’ll be wrong on the nuance and I’m also aware, particularly after reading the opinion of the great Garry Winogrand, that photography provides very little context.
But here I go with my first. I think this is an affiliative smile - a smile trying to express acknowledgement and tolerance. What do you think?
Here are some of the smile types :)
- The Reward Smile
- The Dominance Smile
- The Lying Smile
- The Wistful Smile
- The Polite Smile
- The Flirtatious Smile
- The Embarrassed Smile
- The Pan Am Smile
- The Smug Smile
- The Mona Lisa ‘Mysterious’
- The Sneer
And the gold standard of smiles - The Duchenne Smile
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Candid Eye Contact
Sydney Mardi Gras, Hyde Park
February, 2020
Next, a suitable "head-dress" ornament is selected from a prepared collection (note the plastic cable ties...some acknowledgement of modern conveniences!)
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Lisianthus are also known as Texas Bluebells, Prairie Gentian, or Lira de San Pedro.
Just opened, a small bud, white and purple just on the lips.
Eustoma stems from the Greek words 'eu', which denotes something beautiful, and 'stoma', meaning mouth.
Lisianthus on the other hand comes from the Greek words 'lysis', which translates as 'dissolution', and 'anthos', meaning flower.
Symbolising gratefulness and charisma, this beautiful long stemmed flower in cymes makes a perfect bouquet when wanting to show respect, love, acceptance, and acknowledgement.
Hope this makes you smile, have a good day and thank you for your visit, so very much appreciated, Magda, (*_*)
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A Love Supreme is a suite in four parts: "Acknowledgement" (which includes the oral chant that gives the album its name), "Resolution", "Pursuance", and "Psalm." Coltrane plays tenor saxophone on all parts.
One critic has written that the album was intended to represent a struggle for purity, an expression of gratitude, and an acknowledgement that the musician's talent comes from a higher power. Coltrane's home in Dix Hills, Long Island, may have inspired the album. Another influence may have been Ahmadiyya Islam. Wikipedia
'Jodha Bai Mahal' also known incorrectly as 'Jodh Bai Mahal' is the largest palace in Fatehpur Sikri commissioned by Mughal Emperor Akbar in 1569 for his favourite queen consort, Mariam-uz-Zamani, commonly known as 'Jodha bai' . This Mahal is the largest complex of the zenana (palace for women belonging to the royal household). It is a masterpiece of the fusion of Hindu and Persian architecture made with red sandstone.
Born as a Hindu princess, Mariam-uz-Zamani was married to Mughal emperor Akbar in the year 1562 as a result of a political alliance between Akbar and her father, Raja Bharmal. She gradually became his favourite wife and was the first wife of Akbar to honour the royal household with an heir. In the year 1569, she gave birth to her third and first surviving child of Akbar, Prince Salim. Akbar shifted his capital from Agra to Fatehpur Sikri in acknowledgement of his faith in the efficacy of the holy man's prayer, Sheikh Salim Chisti, whose blessings he sought for the birth of an heir to his empire. The construction in Sikri started in 1569 and a grand palace was established for the empress and her newborn son, prince Salim. This was the biggest residential palace in the city, and to this day it stands, though in ruins, as a monument of Akbar's love for the Amber princess.
Jodha Bai Palace was commissioned by Akbar in her honour and was the largest residential palace in his harem. It is also known as Raniwas and Zenani Dyodhi. It shows the Rajasthani art influence and is built around a courtyard, with special care being taken to ensure privacy. This palace building consists of a rectangular block with a single magnificent gateway on the eastern side, which was protected by guard rooms, and has triangular ceilings, and other apartments. The eastern gateway of the palace is exceedingly magnificent and is of typical Rajasthani architecture.
The Khawabgah of this palace is a beautiful and spacious double-storey complex. The palace comprises a Hindu temple and a Tulsi math used by his Hindu wife for worship. This palace was internally also connected to the palace of Akbar. Several Hindu motifs have been used in the building alongside Lord Krishna depictions on the walls, which confirms that the occupant of the building was a Hindu lady.
This palace has distinct Gujarati and Rajasthani architectural patterns. Many motifs can be found in the interior like swans, elephants, parrots, Srivastava marks, etc. The western suite in the palace which served as a temple contains vedikas and other Hindu motifs. It contains beautiful curvilinear pillars with brackets. The superstructure of the building comprises chhatris, pillars with wall brackets, semicircular domes, and several niches. The palace is built with red sandstone making it seem captivating.
BODY LANGUAGE/THE INVISIBLE WOMAN by Wicked Eiren
This is the first time Wicked is showing her work at an SL Art Gallery. and of course I am super proud she choose Nitroglobus.
Proud to present this intriguing and very emotional exhibition by Wicked who with these images asks for acknowledgement of/attention for her situation, and that of many others in the world who are suffering from Central Sensitivity Syndromes (CSSs), an umbrella term which houses a series of complex chronic diseases like myalgic encephalomyelitis/chronic fatigue syndrome (ME/CFS), fibromyalgia, and many more.
A diseases that you can not see, but which needs to be heard, the silent scream!
The opening party @ dido's part of Nitroglobus will be Monday, 27 June, 12 PM SLT, starting with a short contemporary ballet by Milena and Lalitha Carbone, followed by tunes of DJ Niels.
Special thanks to Adwehe for her awesome light art, specially created for this exhibition.
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Poem by Toni Blackman selected by Wicked:
'I am an invisible woman.
Not because people refuse to see me.
They know I am here.
But it's as if my (pain) detracts from my existence.
My presence too often mistaken for absence.
I am an invisible woman.'
More info about the artist, the exhibition and the disease mentioned above: touch the info giver at entrance point in the gallery.
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I began to notice that a single word would come to mind as I worked. I would like to attribute cognition to this phenomenon but that would be a conceit. It seemed to be a reaction to something rather than a response and as such the accuracy of selection could be flawed for as humans, we have greater acuity when the target is still as opposed to moving, which thoughts ever are.
This sequence of work came about while I was reading SUM by David Eagleman. I must also reference Einstein Dreams by Alan Lightman. The acknowledgement will not be lost on those who have read these wonderful little books. For those who have not I highly recommend them.
Janus Fall June 2021
How many times have I told you not to take my spot at the watering hole!
Galahs, Eolophus roseicapillus, are playful birds as they show here on the Burke River, outback Australia near Boulia, Channel Country, Queensland. From past travels.
Sincere thanks for dropping by to view, comment and/or fave my nature offerings from various parts of Australia! All my photographs are © Copyrighted & All Rights Reserved. Please do not reproduce or transmit in any form or by any means without full acknowledgement of it being my work. Use without permission is illegal so please contact me first if you’d like to use it.
I live in the present not in the past
for the past is where | found out,
that only this moment, this moment today,
is what it is really about.
The driver of 43008 gives a friendly hoot of acknowledgement to the substantial gallery at Milford as the train passes on 1V50, the 06.06 Edinburgh - Plymouth on Tue 5th September 2023.
20 odd of us here for this and all the better for it. It wouldn't have been the same if I'd been here on my own. The 100 minutes or so waiting time, passed by like no time at all in good company which, as the numbers gradually increased, heightened the sense of occasion in the beautiful and unspoilt surroundings. Surroundings that I'm guessing have seen very little change since the railway came on the scene here in the mid 1800's. Once again, all the better for it.
After a long series of flower images I wanted to counter-balance the recent part of my stream with something a bit more "muscular" but secretly just as full of transcendence and release as the obvious joy of blossoming flowers.
Some may find images of tombstones or graveyards to be morbid and they have my total respect and acknowledgement. I do, however, have a side that needs to take a deep breath and stare right into the face of our supposed mortality.
Out of years of travel and deep exposure to both Hindu and Tibetan cultures, I wonder whether our demise from this mortal coil is permanent or not.
If, as these cultures suggest, and their arguments are very cogent to me, that death is just a portal, a passing through, that the soul, like energy is eternal, then this Dance of Death ( Toten Tanz in German ) is an illusion - a powerful one at that, especially for those of us left on THIS side awaiting that experience.
There are very powerful emotions connected to this subject and it is not my intention to offend in any way. It's almost a taboo subject but my personal make-up needs to ask the tough questions and I see my role as a serious artist as needing to give expression to those questions sometimes.
This is #1 of a series of 3. I saved them for a Spring / Summer "release", for a time when we're much happier and delighted with the beauty of the world. There's an irony in them as they were shot in the Spring of 2015, when life is "returning" and so they carry a kind of secret balance and hidden celebration of "life".
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Music Link: "Symphony No. 9", The Choral Symphony. First movement. Fascinating to watch the scrolling score while listening. It's a synaesthetic way to "watch" the Symphony while listening to it. Turn it UP !!!!!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3SZ9QzGg95g
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68023 'Achilles' runs through the outskirts of Huddersfield with TPE's 1E23 0627 Manchester Piccadilly to Scarborough service.
With due acknowledgement to TC for the location.
13th March 2020
Erithacus rubecula - Robin
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“Who Killed Cock Robin” is a macabre English nursery rhyme / folk song that describes the murder and funeral of a robin. Some scholars believe that it is derived from the early Norse myth about the death of Balder, the god of summer sunlight and the incarnation of the life principle, who was slain by Hoder at Loki’s instigation. Others believe it is related to Robin Hood and the many offers of help received after his death. However, there is no direct indication in the poem to support this claim apart from the similarity of the name. In some Robin Hood tales, Robin is killed by a nun (some say Maid Marian) who bled him to death whilst feigning to tend his wounds, whereas the death in the poem is by an arrow. The story may also be related to the mysterious murder of William Rufus, King of England who was an unpopular son of William the Conqueror, found dead in the New Forest with an arrow piercing his lung.
To give you a flavour of the rhyme here’s the first few verses:-
“Who killed Cock Robin?” “I,” said the Sparrow*,
“With my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin.”
“Who saw him die?” “I,” said the Fly,
“With my little eye, I saw him die.”
These are followed by the chorus in my experience, as follows:-
" All the birds of the air fell a-sighing and a-sobbing,
When they heard of the death of poor Cock Robin,
When they heard of the death,
Of poor Cock Robin."
The full version has many verses and the final chorus is slightly altered. As a child in England, a short version was taught to me as a Nursery Rhyme.
[With acknowledgements to "Bird Spot"]
* The commonly suspected assassin of Rufus was a man named Sparrow.
To this day in England, if someone has a consistent run of bad luck, it is said, "He must have shot a robin."
'Jodha Bai Mahal' also known incorrectly as 'Jodh Bai Mahal' is the largest palace in Fatehpur Sikri commissioned by Mughal Emperor Akbar in 1569 for his favourite queen consort, Mariam-uz-Zamani, commonly known as 'Jodha bai' . This Mahal is the largest complex of the zenana (palace for women belonging to the royal household). It is a masterpiece of the fusion of Hindu and Persian architecture made with red sandstone.
Born as a Hindu princess, Mariam-uz-Zamani was married to Mughal emperor Akbar in the year 1562 as a result of a political alliance between Akbar and her father, Raja Bharmal. She gradually became his favourite wife and was the first wife of Akbar to honour the royal household with an heir. In the year 1569, she gave birth to her third and first surviving child of Akbar, Prince Salim. Akbar shifted his capital from Agra to Fatehpur Sikri in acknowledgement of his faith in the efficacy of the holy man's prayer, Sheikh Salim Chisti, whose blessings he sought for the birth of an heir to his empire. The construction in Sikri started in 1569 and a grand palace was established for the empress and her newborn son, prince Salim. This was the biggest residential palace in the city, and to this day it stands, though in ruins, as a monument of Akbar's love for the Amber princess.
Jodha Bai Palace was commissioned by Akbar in her honour and was the largest residential palace in his harem. It is also known as Raniwas and Zenani Dyodhi. It shows the Rajasthani art influence and is built around a courtyard, with special care being taken to ensure privacy. This palace building consists of a rectangular block with a single magnificent gateway on the eastern side, which was protected by guard rooms, and has triangular ceilings, and other apartments. The eastern gateway of the palace is exceedingly magnificent and is of typical Rajasthani architecture.
The Khawabgah of this palace is a beautiful and spacious double-storey complex. The palace comprises a Hindu temple and a Tulsi math used by his Hindu wife for worship. This palace was internally also connected to the palace of Akbar. Several Hindu motifs have been used in the building alongside Lord Krishna depictions on the walls, which confirms that the occupant of the building was a Hindu lady.
This palace has distinct Gujarati and Rajasthani architectural patterns. Many motifs can be found in the interior like swans, elephants, parrots, Srivastava marks, etc. The western suite in the palace which served as a temple contains vedikas and other Hindu motifs. It contains beautiful curvilinear pillars with brackets. The superstructure of the building comprises chhatris, pillars with wall brackets, semicircular domes, and several niches. The palace is built with red sandstone making it seem captivating.