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Participated in traditional Buddhist funeral recently, found it viscerally elegant and meaningful. The live prayer chanting simultaneously by seven monks was hypnotic and reached something deeply primitive inside me. Prayers in an ancient Pali form, that have been said for over 2,000 years for those passing from our world. It left a significant, pleasantly positive impression on my psyche...
Sound track of Tibetan monks chanting....
Digitally created from my photos of objects and of the Buddhist temple.
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Historical country house also to be opened to the public
As of 1 September, the Rijksmuseum Amsterdam will be using the historical country house, Trompenburg, as an extra location. Trompenburg, which is close to Hilversum, was built after 1677 by Admiral Cornelis Tromp (1621-1691), the son of the legendary Admiral Maarten Harpertsz Tromp. The residence, that was built to resemble a ship, will be open for use by the Rijksmuseum from 1 April to 1 October for holding lectures, small conferences and small-scale exhibitions. In addition, Trompenburg will also be opened to the public a few times each year.
A monument for the Tromp family
Throughout the years, Trompenburg House has been a home to different families, and has been in the care of the Government Buildings Agency as a monument since 1938. Cornelis Tromp, who was the commander-in-chief of the Dutch and Danish fleet, built Trompenburg as a monument for himself and his ancestors, his father in particular. The Tromp family's glory is the theme of the dome hall - which can be seen as the maritime answer to the Oranjezaal, the central chamber in Huis ten Bosch Palace. The dome hall contains the portraits of father and son Tromp and both their wives, portraits of the ships and the naval battles.
Decoration and exhibitions
Trompenburg will not be used for large exhibitions, as the country residence is too small. However, the Rijksmuseum is considering whether the house could be decorated with art works on a limited scale. Where possible, any art work that is selected will be in keeping with the themes of life on a 17th Century country estate and the maritime history of the period of 1630 and 1690.
Due to the limited capacity of Trompenburg House, the exhibitions as well as the lectures and conferences will all be small-scale. The house will be opened to the public once a month during the April-October season (six times in total). A steward will reside at Trompenburg House.
The new year means a new beginning, like this group of young beech trees in the middle of a spruce forest.
There was a time when my homeland was covered with huge old beech forests. Forests that had grown over thousands of years. Not only were they the defining habitat, also for my ancestors, they were also an important part of our culture. My ancestors, the Germanic tribes, lived in these forests. The Romans can sing a song about how well adapted we were to this habitat.
The massive trunks of trees were the pillars of our cathedrals and our high priests read the signs from small sticks of beech wood (the beech stick formed later the the german word for letter).
But then came the industrial revolution and with it the insatiable hunger for fuel and fast-growing building materials and with it the invention of the spruce monoculture.
The forest fires and the bark beetle have been showing us how successful this grandiose idea was for several years. Human history is full of such overwhelming ideas and as you can currently see we are not through with them yet.
I'm all the happier when I see something like this. Young beeches, which establish their own biotope in the middle of the spruces and are getting ready to restore the old stable condition of the forest.
Unfortunately, this process will take another two or three hundred years and it will be difficult for me to photograph the final end result.
Das neue Jahr steht für einen Neuanfang, so wie diese Gruppe aus jungen Buchen mitten in einem Fichtenwald.
Es gab eine Zeit, da war meine Heimat bedeckt von riesigen alten Buchenwäldern. Wälder, die über tausende Jahre gewachsen waren. Sie waren nicht nur der bestimmenden Lebensraum, auch für meine Vorfahren, sie waren auch ein wichtiger Bestandteil unserer Kultur. In diesen Wäldern lebten meine Vorfahren, die germanischen Stämme. Die Römer können ein Lied davon singen, wie gut wir an diesen Lebensraum angepasst waren.
Die massiven Baumstämme waren die Säulen unserer Kathedralen und unsere hohen Priester lasen die Zeichen aus kleinen Stäben aus Buchenholz (daher schreiben wir mit Buchstaben - Buchen Stäbe).
Doch dann kam die industrielle Revolution und mit ihr der unstillbare Hunger nach Brennstoff und schnell wachsendem Baumaterial und mit ihm die Erfindung der Fichtenmonokultur.
Wie erfolgreich diese grandiose Idee war beweissen uns seit einigen Jahren die Waldbrände und der Borkenkäfer. Die menschliche Geschichte in voll von solchen überwältigenden Ideen und wie man gerade sieht, sind wir damit auch bis heute noch nicht durch.
Um so mehr freue ich mich, wenn ich so etwas sehe. Junge Buchen, die in Mitten der Fichten ein eigene Biotop begründen und sich bereit machen, den alten stabilen Zustand des Waldes wieder herzustellen.
Bedauerlicherweise wird dieser Prozess noch zwei-, dreihundert Jahre dauern und es wird schwer für mich das finale Endergebnis zu fotografieren.
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our ancestors
just a shadow ...
or just an illusion
it disturbs my mind
said the religious expert Adam .... Eve ...
or the words of our scientists from primates
or we are from the object
our ancestors
just a shadow ...
or just an illusion
that disturbs my mind
suddenly we have the world
with certain stories ...
or without a story ...
in my dreams
our ancestors ...
like a floodlight
form two faces ..
who always looked at me
rant73, May 1, 1919
Walking over a small bridge at Ynys, Gwynedd, North Wales.
Ynys Giftan Island is situated in the Dwyrd
Estuary in a rural location overlooking the
picturesque town of Portmeirion and provides
panoramic views of stunning coastline,
mountains and the Irish Sea. The Island is
approximately 3 miles from the popular town
of Harlech and 10 miles from the town of
Porthmadog. It is accessible by boat at high tide
and at low tide by foot, tractor or other suitable
vehicle for traveling across the Estuary.
One of only 43 of Britain’s unbridged tidal
islands, Ynys Giftan is in the wide Afon
Dwyryd estuary near the village of Talsarnau
in Gwynedd, North Wales. The Island has been
unoccupied for many years and has a unique
history. It is said to have been gifted to the
current Lord Harlech’s ancestors by Queen Anne
in the early 1700s, hence it became known as
Ynys Giftan (‘Anne’s Gift Island’).
The Island is located within the Snowdonia
National Park, an area steeped in culture and
local history and a hugely popular tourist
destination noted for its great beauty, wonderful
walks, rides and beeches.
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Catching up.... eventually ;-)
Tikki enjoying the fact that I have an appreciation of (and information about) her ancestors. (also that, like the cats in the illustration, I can ensure that she gets a (cough)cat treat(cough)).
(Happy Caturday theme 15 May 2021, Books. (Not going for the book title reference aspect, this time.) Tikki and I are enjoying the "British Museum Book of Cats" by Juliet Clutton-Brock copyright 1988. The 3 cats one rat is from the Harleian Bestiary (13th C), the cat playing a tabor on the other page is a B&W photo of the Queen Mary's Psalter from early 14th C. )
the african wildcat (felix lybica) is the ancestor of our little friends.
it is a small and shy predator (3.5/6kgs) used to hunt mainly at night.
african wildcats were domesticated first time around 10000 years ago in Egypt and
they become our home friends.
in to the wild this animal isnt rare but usually strictly nocturnal.
the main problem of this specie is the hybridation with domestic cats.
in the remote kaglagadi transfrontier park the population is still pure and with some lucky this cat can be seen
at dawn or dusk .
the south african subspecie is felix lybica cafra and it preys usually on mice,rats,birds,reptiles and insects.
"the ancestor"
kglagadi transfrontier park,SA
original 3K file here
"I come from the land of the ice and snow, and the midnight sun where the hot spring flow..."
Well, my ancestors are from Norway and Sweden, but there is no midnight sun here in Detroit and certainly no hot springs. But there is ice and snow!
There are still some of these old sawmills preserved and taken care of, reminding us of the hard work our ancestors had to build our country.
In Memoriam
LÉOPOLD SÉDAR SENGHOR
translated, from the French, by Zack Rogow
It’s Sunday.
I’m afraid of the crowd that looks like me with its stone faces.
From my glass tower crowded with migraines and impatient Ancestors
I muse over the rooftops and hills in the mist
In the calm—the chimneys are serious and naked.
At their feet my dead are sleeping; all my dreams deeds—dust
All my dreams, needless blood spilled down the streets, mixing with the blood of butcher shops.
And now, from this observation post, as if from the outskirts of the city
I muse over my dreams walking distractedly down the streets, sleeping at the foot of the hills,
Like the drovers of my race on the banks of the Gambia and the Saloum
And now the Seine, at the foot of the hills.
Let me think about my dead!
Yesterday was All Saints, the Sun’s solemn birthday
And all the cemeteries were empty of memories.
Oh my Dead, who always refused to die, who were able to keep Death at bay
Away from the Sine, away from the Seine, and in my fragile veins, my indomitable blood
Protect my dreams as you protected your migratory sons with their skinny legs.
Oh my dead! defend the Paris rooftops in the Sunday fog
The rooftops that protect my dead.
Let me leave my dangerously safe tower and walk down to the street
With my brothers who have blue eyes
And rough hands.
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Thierry Djallo.
Adrienne gathered a few things, having no idea what might be needed or for how long. She pulled on her sweatshirt, her mind still swimming with unanswered questions.
“Who are they—the men that are after me… us?”
Kayla met her gaze, her expression serious. “I’ll explain everything soon. But they’re not men. They only look that way so they can be among humans can hide what they really are. They can look any way they like”
Adrienne swallowed hard.
“Then… what are they?”
Kayla hesitated, just for a moment. “They’re descendants of the Earth’s original inhabitants. In their true form, they’re reptilian—very dangerous, cunning, and completely ruthless.” She exhaled sharply. “They want the power the VDD gives us, but the device doesn’t work for them. They need a jumper—like us—to operate it.”
Adrienne’s pulse quickened. “And you said I was ‘one of us.’ What does that mean?”
Kayla’s focus remained locked on the window, scanning the street outside. “Forget everything you think you know about history and the story of mankind. Our ancestors arrived on earth millions of years ago—long before recorded history. You’re living in the fourth great civilization. But the reptilians… they control almost everything again.”
“You, I, are both are of the ancient bloodline of the Jahri.”, continued Kayla. “Only people like us can access the power of the VDD”.
Before Adrienne could process the revelation, both girls sensed danger. Then the sudden creak of the back door shattered the moment.
Both girls spun around.
“They’re here!” Kayla hissed. “Time to jump. Take my hand—just like before!”
And in an instant, they vanished.
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The memorial to one of the first Drayton's to call Magnolia Plantation home. Joseph Drayton traveled to Philadelphia to attend the 1783 Continental Congress. There he unexpectedly passed away and was buried there. Later some soil from his Philadelphia grave site was returned and interred on his beloved Plantation....
Holly, the Ancestor, a Day of the Dead portrait. Every year I enjoy a creative project around the Day of the Dead, my favorite cosplay holiday. So when I saw how my new infrared camera performed, I was eager to use it for this year's effort. It takes a bit of a play on the traditional with a real ghostly look (provided by infrared), and a "Whatever Dreams May Come" treatment to give it an afterworld feel. This Day of the Dead portrait of Holly C. Ahrens was taken in my backyard using one single strobe light, a flower crown, and makeup by Jessie Campbell.
based on a detail from a drawing by Dirk Jan
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We're Here! ; let us be carried away by our imagination at the 'Salvador Dali and photography' group
Ancestors of Puebloan people who once lived in the Mogollon area built the Gila Cliff Dwellings. The Mogollon Peoples are believed to have inhabited the region from between 1275 and into the early 14th century, during the Pueblo III Era.
There are five cliff alcoves above Cliff Dweller Canyon.
Archaeologists have identified 46 rooms in the five caves and believed they were occupied by 10 to 15 families.