The Black Cat's Den
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If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the color of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star
Like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are
How fragile we are
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star
Like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are
How fragile we are
How fragile we are
How fragile we are
Fine words are not truth. Good words do not argue. Arguments are just speech. He who knows does not have much knowledge.
A day at Speakers' Corner in Hyde Park, London. A place for free speach and argumentation.
These two were very passionate about their religious arguments, but it was a much friendlier discussion than what it seems.
Lots of photos of that day at: aleadamphotos.wordpress.com/2016/09/10/a-day-at-speakers-...
Jouant sur les reflets de la mare je tente de capter les ronds de lumières tout en gardant à l'esprit que cette petite juvénile doit rester nette dans mon viseur... Pas plus de quelques millimètre et déjà tous les arguments pour séduire un photographe de nature.
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Playing on the reflections of the pond I try to capture the circles of lights while keeping in mind that this little juvenile must remain sharp in my viewfinder ... No more than a few millimeters and already all the arguments to seduce a nature photographer.
Philip
You broke my heart when you left me without explanation. We had started talking about house, baby, ...
I would have liked so much if we had had arguments, if we had no more desires for each other, if you had left me for another one. But nothing!
It took me months to understand that it was out of cowardice. Like blocking me on your phone to stop all dialogue.
I drowned my sorrows in alcohol and drugs. If my family and friends hadn't supported me, I wouldn't be here. And you weren't worth it!
Finally, we will not walk together until tomorrow! Our song ...
🎶 Louise Attaque - Si L'On Marchait Jusqu'A Demain (If We Walked Until Tomorrow)
Recuerdo el argumento de una breve historia preparada por la maestría de Hitchcock para televisión. Un inflexible hombre de empresa desprecia los sentimientos, maltrata la debilidad afectiva de sus amantes o de sus empleados, convierte la exterioridad acorazada en la única realidad válida de su vida. Viajando en coche, sufre un grave accidente y queda paralizado: rígido, sin posibilidad del más leve parpadeo en sus ojos atrozmente abiertos, debe asistir con espanto al reconocimiento de quienes encuentran su coche destrozado, le dan por muerto y decretan su autopsia. Se esfuerza por hacer oír su voz interior, pero no tiene modo alguno de exteriorizar la vida que sólo él conoce, porque esta dentro. Cuando va a ser definitivamente sentenciado a la muerte consciente, uno de los asistentes le señala y grita que está aún vivo. ¿Cómo lo sabe? Por la mejilla del hombre sin sentimientos discurre quizá por vez primera una nimia, impotente, íntima lágrima.
Esa lágrima que nada dice y todo lo revela es el alma. Síntoma perturbador, controvertible, pero en último término garantía de rescate de la intimidad pasional y cuentista en la que residimos. Sin cuyas rebeldes y caprichosas advertencias no sabríamos desde dónde sabemos, ni qué y quién quiere tras nuestra voz cuando muy seriamente decimos "creo que debo".
Fernando Savater
Avalon Marshes Catcott Nature reserves, Somerset
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Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.
-- Pedro Calderon de la Barca
[Larger provides further evidence]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhF34xLMOpY
"La VIBRATION de l' UNIVERS"
de SERGE - REIVER NAZARE .
vadeker.net/beyond/contact/lois_sur_les_extraterrestres.html
"LOIS et REGLEMENTS sur le CONTACT avec les EXTRATERRESTRES" ... aux USA .
"C' est dans l' air du temps que cette ""paranoïa anti-extraterrestre"" soit devenue mondiale . Il faudrait se méfier de tout contact avec un intelligence extraterrestre ou toutes formes de vie extraterrestre . Et, comme chacun le sait , nul n' est censé ignorer la Loi , même si c' est pour réglementer un contact avec un phénomène qui n' est pas censé exister , car il n' est pas officiellement reconnu , mais qui pourrait tout de même l' être si on ouvre grand les yeux .
Les Gouvernements jouent ainsi avec les contradictions et ils ne manquent pas d' imaginations ni d' arguments pour légiférer sur un contrôle de ceux qui seraient confrontés au phénomène ovnien . Nous retrouvons des Lois à géométrie variable parce qu'on ne sait jamais ce qui pourrait se passer dans la tête d' un terrien ...
Les Politiques en parlent , les Militaires les craignent , les Stratèges ne savent plus sur quel pied danser ...
Un bref aperçu pour avoir une idée du contexte culturel et idéologique dans lesquels émergent ces Lois ..."
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Thank you , my Friends , for your Visits ...
Udny Castle is a tower house in the parish of Udny, southwest of the village of Pitmedden and northeast of the hamlet of Udny Green, Aberdeenshire, in the northeast of Scotland. The area is generally flat but the castle is sited on the highest ground and can be seen for a considerable distance. Its exact construction date is unknown, but its foundations probably date from the late 14th or early 15th century. Additional storeys were added and a later extension, described as a "modern mansion", was incorporated but subsequently demolished. It is a Category A listed building.
Sited on the highest area in a generally flat terrain, the castle can be seen from a considerable distance. The exact construction date is not known but it was probably initially constructed by the Udny family in the 14th or 15th century. The property is first recorded when it is shown on a charter for David II instigated by Ronald of Uldney.
MacGibbon and Ross suggested a construction date of the turn of the 16–17th centuries, but the indentation of the upper floors and thickness of the foundation walls suggest a much earlier date. The main construction work of the keep is believed to have spanned over 100 years and been undertaken by three consecutive lairds; it is reported to have "ruined them all".
The Udny family also owned Knockhall Castle and lived there until 1734 when Knockhall was destroyed by fire; they then returned to Udny. Jamie Fleeman, the Laird's fool, was responsible for saving the family papers from being destroyed in the fire.
The castle was abandoned sometime around 1775 then repair work was undertaken in 1801.
Colonel John Robert Fullerton Udny inherited the estate in 1802. He had been an army officer since 1797 but retired after his marriage to Emily Fitzhugh in 1812. Thereafter he only visited the estate occasionally as his main residence was in London. The couple had one son, John Augustus Udny, but he died a bachelor in 1859. The Colonel's wife died in 1846 after which he had an affair with Ann Allat whom he married on 2 January 1854. However, the couple had a son, John Henry Udny, born out of wedlock on 9 May 1853. A legal case was heard by the House of Lords as to whether John Henry was entitled to inherit the estate as his parents had been unmarried when he was born. The legal arguments describe how the Colonel had wished to do restoration work on the castle but could not afford to do so "owing chiefly to his connection with the turf".
The Colonel died in 1861. The House of Lords had decided in favour of John Henry and he inherited the estate as "though illegitimate at his birth, [he] was legitimated by the subsequent marriage of his parents".
In 1887, it is recorded as owned by John Hay Udny and had been in the family's ownership for several centuries.
Bartizans were included when an extra storey was added in the 17th century.
A mansion house in the baronial style was added in 1874–75 to the design of architect James Maitland Wardrop (of the Wardrop and Anderson company) but was subsequently demolished during the 1960s. Wardrop's son, Hew, was also an architect and undertook some of the decorative work at the castle. He died suddenly of appendicitis while working at the castle on 4 November 1887.
In 1964, restoration work was begun on the original tower house and the mansion house was demolished. Historic Scotland listed the castle as a Category A listed building in April 1971.
I heard a politician say in a news report earlier today that we may be more or less back to normal by the summer. I really really really hope he is correct but my brain simply can not compute that information. It just doesn't seem possible from where I am sitting today, reading the grim daily statistics and listening on the radio to the arguments, accusations, and political point scoring. But who knows, lets give that optimistic politician the benefit of the doubt and so I present a little bit of Summer Freedom. We all need some pink clouds in our lives.
The morning air was cool and fresh as my car pushed its way up the Tioga Pass Road toward the Yosemite High Country. It was May in the Eastern Sierra and the snowmelt had made little lakes out of what would be grassy meadows later in the year. I stopped for a bit to walk around one of the lakes… snapping pics and enjoying the quiet. It was a Delightful Day !!
A little further up the Tioga Pass Road lies Tuolumne Meadows, one of the largest high-elevation meadows in the Sierra Nevada, Tuolumne Meadows at 8,600 feet has been also among the most visible to past pioneers, and present visitors and scientists.
There’s a lot of argument about which stretch of the Pacific Crest Trail has the most breathtaking scenery, but for lovers of high-alpine landscapes, it’s tough to beat the stretch of trail through Yosemite’s Tuolumne Meadows, the largest subalpine meadow in the Sierra Nevada. This is stark, fragile, granite country. The beauty of this region's glacial-cut peaks, gem-like lakes, verdant meadows, and abundant wildlife make it a hiking paradise.
Note: The Pacific Crest National Scenic Trail (PCT) is a treasured pathway through some of the most outstanding scenic terrain in the United States. Beginning in southern California at the Mexican border, the PCT travels a total distance of 2,650 miles through California, Oregon, and Washington until reaching the Canadian border.
Nikon Z6, 14-24/2.8 @ 16.5 mm, 8 sec @ f/11, ISO 100, processed to taste)
Fortunately, I don't always have to go far to photograph birds. My sister lives just outside Utrecht in a divine location, where it flutters and croaks continuously. Every spring, more and more storks come to nest, and they regularly look down on us with satisfaction from the chimney as we sip a beer on the terrace. We regularly hear tawny owls (unfortunately the long-eared owls have not been sighted for a number of years), and there seem to be badgers that use the facilities of the local swimming pool every night without paying.
There is a very noisy heron colony. At the beginning of spring, the fight for the best nesting places begins, and later in the breeding season the young croak, squeak and burp for attention, because they need as much food as possible, preferably right away.
At the end of the breeding season there has been (I think) a change in the boys and girls behavior. They can now fly and they now stand in places outside the nest, often on branches, or like here on the ground, and it seems that they can no longer stand each other. They stand opposite each other for minutes, screeching and flapping their wings. I wonder if this was the prelude to the family breaking up, and whether they will now gradually go their own way. Who knows, can say so.
An argument in my living room that gets out of hand.
I absolutely do not tolerate this.
I have to stop them before it's too late.
– Neil Sedaka
I know this is corny but I love Christmas. It is such a magical time of the year. I know some would disagree with me. Their argument, it is crowded, commercialized and people are cranky. Perhaps.....but, everything is in perspective. Let me explain....yes, I have been alone and sad on Christmas. I have felt times where buy buy buy commercials have frustrated me. Moments where if I got hit by one more person and their rushing cart, that I might lose it. Trust me, I too have been there. But I started to realize, I could either focus on the bad, or the good. Instead of wallowing in self pity because I am alone on Christmas, I can instead go to the local church parish or nursing home and see if anyone needs anything. Someone else is surely lonely too and needs a tender word or a small gift to cheer them. When we see past our own circle around us we tend to see things a little differently. You can truly have your own "Christmas Carol" experience if you only soften your heart. Allow the real magic of Christmas to envelope you this year, see where it takes you. It will be an adventure you won't soon forget.
100 x Scenery 90/100
Two little cockles having an argument...
For Macro Mondays theme 'Closed'.
No cockles were harmed in the making of this photograph.
The Squirrel
A squirrel to some is a squirrel,
To others, a squirrel's a squirl.
Since freedom of speech is the birthright of each,
I can only this fable unfurl:
A virile young squirrel named Cyril,
In an argument over a girl,
Was lambasted from here to the Tyrol
By a churl of a squirl named Earl.
-- Ogden Nash
"The best arguments in the world won't change a person's mind. The only thing that can do that is a good story.”
― Richard Powers, The Overstory
If you read Overstory (and I highly recommend it), you will never look at trees the same way again. "Trees communicate, they take care of each other, they sense the presence of other nearby life, they learn to save water, they feed their young and synchronize their masts, bank resources and warn their kin".
This was taken at Warburton over the weekend. As I have just finished the book it was perfect timing to allow me to "see" the trees and listen.
A forest knows things.
I like the way it looks almost like the forest is closing in, wrapping itself around the Sherpa up ahead. We are nothing without trees.
Trees take care of us but do we take enough care of them?
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* Paisaje típico de la Comarca Subbética desde la ventana de un cortijo andaluz en un extenso olivar. Término municipal de Cabra de Córdoba, (La Igabrum tartesso-romana). Centro geográfico de Andalucía.
* Esta fotografía fue tomada desde la misma ventana desde la que, en mis años juveniles, realicé la anterior 40 años antes (aquella de las granadas y membrillos). El paso del tiempo parece que deja las cosas casi iguales pero la pátina del implacable transcurrir de las horas hinca su mella tanto en los elementos físicos como en el recuerdo.
Se trata de esos pequeños detalles que hacen que nosotros seamos “…yo y mis circunstancias…” como argumentaba Ortega y Gasset, y como suelo añadir a mis alumnos “…más mis recuerdos…”, porque sin recuerdos no seriamos nadie.
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* Bueno traer en nuestra evocación poética la letra de una canción muy bella de Serrat: Para escuchar (To listen) www.youtube.com/watch?v=vo1ceeYqQsk
Pequeñas cosas
Uno se cree
que las mató el tiempo y la ausencia
pero su tren
vendió boleto
de ida y vuelta.
Son aquellas pequeñas cosas
que nos dejó un tiempo de rosas
en un rincón,
en un papel
o en un cajón.
Como un ladrón,
te acechan detrás
de la puerta;
te tienen tan
a su merced
como hojas muertas
que el viento arrastra allá o aquí,
que te sonríen tristes y
nos hacen que
lloremos cuando
nadie nos ve.
(JUAN MANUEL SERRAT. Del álbum musical “Mediterráneo”.)
This handsome wild Stallion was taken in Utah. There are many bands of wild horses in the west. My understanding is that they arrived with the Spanish and became feral over time. They are a controversial subject in that the cattle farmers feel that they compete with the sometimes meager resources available in a lot of the BLM land and argue that they eat deeper into the roots of the vegetation. My horse whisperer friends deny that and make the strong case that the where the horses have roamed for years the vegetation has remained unchanged. Water sources are often provided by the hand of man and I'm not sure how well the horses would do without our aid. In Dugway, where this image was taken, the herds have been culled due to lack of resources. Similarly, in Nevada, herd culling is always underway and the controversies and arguments there are never ending. Nevada uses prisoners to capture and break the horses for eventual resale, I hope. I think if I were serving time I'd volunteer for that job. My take is that many of these states are failing to realize the potential tourist dollars that could be earned by attracting more outdoor photographers to wild horse country. Not that I'm complaining!
Kreis Siegen-Wittgenstein
NRW
„...Flucht und Aufgabe oder Rückeroberung und Neubeginn... Verrückte Zeiten. Obwohl, nein, die Zeit selbst ist ja bei klarem Verstand. Egal, was wir tun, sie schreitet voran. Und die Natur folgt ihr. Egal, ob wir nun Schritt halten können oder nicht... Ich kann der sogenannten Vernunft nicht mehr folgen. Und muss es doch. Die Irrationalität der Schönheit des Todes. Die fragile Hülle unserer Selbstverständlichkeit... Das Licht zeichnet weich, was es an Härte zu sehen gibt. Und ich stehe hier, denke an so vieles und wünsche mir Leere in meinen Gedanken. Ich sehe das Grau der Asche und nicht das strahlende Weiß der Wahrheit oder die dunkle Schwärze der Lüge. Oder das, was ich selbst für Wahrheit und Lüge halte... Und somit werde ich selbst ein Teil des Problems. Je mehr ich auf mein Herz höre, um so mehr gehen mir die Argumente aus. Ich werde zu meiner eigenen Synkope, einem Konflikt zwischen Intention und Betonung... Wenn Märchen kein gutes Ende nehmen, liegt das dann am Erzähler oder an unserer Natur?“
1 of 4 involved in a territorial dispute...fun to watch the arguments...Marsh Hide at Baron's Haugh NR
There was an argument about Tuesday.
Rosalind thinks it is Coosday
Stumpy the tree thinks it is Tree-mendous Tuesday
As this picture proves, it's both.
Happy, Crappy Tuesday. In beautiful Glen Lonan
This Eurasian Magpie was standing on the fence, with another one in the Poplar above it. They seemed to be having a conversation when, all of a sudden, this bird became quite agitated :)
Este estudio podría suponer un paso mayor en los argumentos de como, cuando y por que viene la consciencia y quien o que nos la otorga.
Nota:
Este artículo de fue tomado de su versión en inglés, publicado en: independent.co.uk
Los insectos tienen una forma de conciencia, de acu...
www.montroshead.com/2016/04/30/de-acuerdo-a-un-estudio-lo...
It started with a careless squawk, and now they barely talk.
Arara Azul / Blue Macaw, Pantanal, Mato Grosso do Sul, Brazil
"just a little bit left of center."
I am reminded of four definitions: A Radical is a man with both feet firmly planted— in the air. A Conservative is a man with two perfectly good legs who, however, has never learned to walk forward. A Reactionary is a somnambulist walking backwards. A Liberal is a man who uses his legs and his hands at the behest-at the command — of his head :-)
Franklin D. Roosevelt, 1939
HSS!! Truth Matters! Character Matters!
camellia, 'Yuletide', little theater garden, raleigh, north carolina
Kleine discussie tussen twee spelende kinderen op een pleintje in Kroatië. Dertig seconden later waren ze weer dikke vrienden.
The church incorporates in its chancel arch masonry dating from c.1200. To this early building a south aisle and south chapel were added in the earlier 13th century; the chancel may also have been lengthened at this time. By the early 19th century a south porch and west tower, constructed of timber, had been added. Restoration of the church took place in 1854-5 under the direction of T.H. Wyatt, when the external walls were rebuilt. In 1933 the south chapel was extended eastwards and an aisle was added to the northern side of the church.
St. Andrew's Church was a chapelry within Downton ecclesiastical parish until 1915 when it was annexed to Odstock parish. Arguments by the inhabitants of Nunton and Bodenham that the church should be detached from Downton parish had arisen since the latter half of the 16th century; at numerous points in the 17th to 19th centuries the scarcity of services was noted.
In 1553 there were three bells, which remain in the church today. Parish registers date from 1672; baptism registers from this date to 1906 are held at the Wiltshire & Swindon History Centre in Chippenham, as are marriage registers from 2000, with a brief gap between 1764 and 1759. Burial registers held at the Centre date from 1672 to 1965. Later registers than those cited here remain with the church.