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The Brain—is wider than the Sky—
For—put them side by side—
The one the other will contain
With ease—and You—beside—
The Brain is deeper than the sea—
For—hold them—Blue to Blue—
The one the other will absorb—
As Sponges—Buckets—do—
The Brain is just the weight of God—
For—Heft them—Pound for Pound—
And they will differ—if they do—
As Syllable from Sound—
Emily Dickinson, ‘The Brain is wider than the Sky’.
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Sometimes you have the luck to see this beautiful and endangered species.
The Atlantic Yellow-nosed Albatross is a relatively small albatross, with a total length of 71–82 cm and a wingspan of 180–215 cm (1). It is slim; the bill is long and thin, with a comparatively narrow yellow band on the culmen. The Atlantic Yellow-nosed Albatross breeds on Tristan da Cunha Island, Nightingale Island, Middle Island, Stoltenhoff Island, Gough Island, and Inaccessible Island. The at-sea range includes the South Atlantic Ocean and offshore South Africa, with increasingly common records off the eastern coast of North America.
Picture taken at the Atlantic Ocean - Coast of Brazil. Wishing everyone a Peaceful Blue Monday and week.
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Member of Nature’s Spirit
Good Stewards of Nature
Author of the world’s longest tag that wound its way all over Manhattan unbeknownst to New Yorkers, MOMO grapher creates new urban maps based on infinitesimal interventions or monumental frescoes. Here in Mons, he has created a fresco in zebra-coloured flat hues.
Location: Rue Cantimpret, Mons, Belgium
Check out this sim. Good for taking photos.
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Isis body
Vista Diana head
:: powdermoon :: Kirsty Sweater
Gudmundur Oskarsson, young icelandic writer, who is publishing his first novel this month. The novel is his second book. His first one was a book of short stories.
He asked me to take a portrait for the cover, but this shot was unexpected between takes.
Please no group invites. Thank you for your comments (or favs)!
Per favore no inviti a gruppi. Grazie per i vostri commenti (o favs)!
My roommate's grandson just had the first of 5 short stories published!!!
Background courtesy of Skeletal Mess
My house is built on hallowed ground and land that was reclaimed from the sea. It suits the essence of me and calms my spirit to walk in my garden knowing that it was left for many years, an abandoned place until the house was built and the stony and sandy ground where nothing much grew except ancient plants; wild flowers that blew in on the wind. Then someone planted trees from all four corners of the earth and plants that should not have survived began to flourish as if the roots of these trees breathed new life into the earth. There have been only a few guardians of this magical place and I am honoured to be the current guardian. At first I tried to plant what I liked; tried to enforce my will on this holy place, but in time I realised something … you cannot force a garden to grow; to bend to your will. A garden evolves slowly over time of it's own accord mostly and we, as guardians, should allow it to guide us. In this way I have found peace and happiness here and I embrace the changes of my ever-evolving garden. I seldom buy anything new to plant. I wait for the winds; I wait for the seasons; I witness the changes and I grow and evolve as a person in much the same way as my garden does. It is a joy to anticipate each new season; each new wind; and to see what appears. There is always something unexpected appearing. Life is full of surprises; of serendipitous moments. I wonder sometimes about these old trees. I think whoever planted them was guided and perhaps the garden welcomed the dappled shade on what once was a desert. Certainly I feel myself sometimes directed to introduce a new species. Perhaps I am guided also by a hand that I cannot fathom. We are not meant to understand everything. If we allow ourselves to just be, we may find, without effort, how our path unfolds with relative ease. I have found this to be the case. All those years of struggle and now I can just let go … it really is that easy to be content.
p.s. I was compelled reluctantly to remove a Laburnum tree that I thought might be harmful to my cats. I had always wanted such a tree with it's beautiful yellow flowers … but in it's place a Forsythia grew with a profusion of yellow flowers. I did not plant it! Magic? Yes, I believe so! : 0)
“I like gardening. It’s a place where I find myself when I need to lose myself. “
– Alice Sebold
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbx6aXhocew
IN ABANDONED PLACES - Raison d'Etre
Please enjoy the unique experience of this video.
Lieber Rolf, ich denke du wirst diesen Film zu schätzen wissen! : 0)
“We leave our footprints in a place to mingle with the echoes of all that went before; our heartbeats; our rhythm; the patterns of our lives.” - AP
I wander in the wilderness
my garden of delights
a jungle by the turquoise sea
a land so flat; the moon at night
shines down with silvery fingers
and touches the ground with magical spells
and come the breaking dawn of morning
all ills are banished and all is well
the dark and mysterious creatures
who loiter in the dusk
emerge in brilliant sunshine
with all-seeing eyes; an elephant tusk
protrudes and scythes the longest grasses
parts the meadow like the ancient sea
leaving behind a trail of crimson
flowers of sorrel and sweet harmony
reigns here as the King of the Jungle
seeks solace in the afternoon siesta
ignores the urban sounds outside
these walls; these trees; a back-firing Fiesta
alerts the songbirds from their idle rest
they flitter and flutter from tree to tree
and as I lie within the striped hammock
I swing and sing low to the sound of the breeze
a mist arises suddenly; springs up from the sea
settles a cloak; an air of mystery
around the shoulders of myself and the limbs
of the ancient trees as I sip my Pimms
I can barely keep my eyes from closing
the warmth of the air so cloying and deep
I find myself falling gently to the humming of bees
as I lapse now into a soundless sleep
I awake to find the blue sky black
lit by a billion diamonds or more
an infinite guide is laid out before me
the wisdom of ancient celestial stars of yore
some say when we see them
they have already died
long ago before our ancestors
what does this imply
do our eyes deceive us
or are we psychic or perhaps
we are more knowledgeable than we realise
all we need falls easily into our laps
but still we often ignore
the instincts that are given
override them; divide them
dilute them; we're driven
to only see clearly to the end of our noses
we fail to stop often to smell the scent of the roses
take stock; stand still
absorb the nature of all living things
for in this garden I discovered
nature brings happiness and happiness brings
peace of mind; plentiful bounty
the sweetest fruits of the earth
the love that will bind us
circumnavigate the world's girth
here I find every day all that I need
the flora; the fauna; all that set seed
and I've no desire to be anywhere else
as much as I desire to be here
in this garden full of Heaven
there is love; there is goodness that I hold dear
from the humblest of creatures
find the beauty in a fly
sing so loud like a blackbird
view the world through a child's eyes.
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My artwork is a blend of 4 of my photographs taken in my garden
Please no group invites. Thank you for your comments (or favs)!
Per favore no inviti a gruppi. Grazie per i vostri commenti (o favs)!
This is by no means a Bookmaker toast.
It is a toast for book-makers, i.e. authors.
Toast with eggsalad, pickled cucumber, chives, Miguel Vergara Striploin from "my" local butchershop and Parmesan sauce on top.
Not bad for a lunch, home alone.
Event attendee Blanca Rosa Rodriguez and author/speaker Philippa Strum with the new book, Mendez V. Westminster: School Desegregation and Mexican-American Rights (http://bbpbooks.teachingforchange.org/book/9780700617197). Photo by Raisa Camargo, Hispanic Link www.hispaniclink.org
Caunes-Minervois
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Location: Coruscant
Author: Hozz Igo
///Log Entry\\\
After putting some space between me and the checkpoint, I changed out of the flamboyant uniform and into my usual outfit. Kusror, who had just arrived from Vala's ship, greeted me at our rendezvous point.
My next assignment: I would be disabling the base of and taking out the leader of the Futurists, a group who worked against our cause and for the remnant Empire. After searching the streets, Kusror and I found the specified location: an old 'abandoned' warehouse, which now served as the base for the Futurists.
I glanced over at Kusror, who nodded, and we both smashed through a window and into the building. We had taken the Futurists by surprise, and I was able to easily take out a few of them and eventually their leader, who was a Chiss sporting some sort of Mandalorian armor.
Just as we placed the bombs to detonate the warehouse, I noticed a hooded figure dash through a side door and into an alleyway. Before the figure disappeared, a flash from what seemed to be a medallion or insignia on their chest blinded me. After recovering from the flash, I pursued the figure through the door, only to find a bustling street full of civilians; the figure had vanished.
Kusror ran out to me. "Let's go, the warehouse will blow any second." Still puzzled about the mysterious figure, Kusror dragged me out the door and into the alleyway. Just a few moments later, I heard an explosion, and looked through the door to see a fiery mess of the Futurists' hideout. The mission was complete.
\\\End Log///
I'm quite pleased with how this build turned out! It was made for The Survivors RPG Tournament 2, round 2 against [https://www.flickr.com/photos/11287890@N02/]. Tell me what you thought of the build, and be sure to check out my round 1 build here: www.flickr.com/photos/185269945@N06/50672651761/in/datepo...
I've also just hit 200 followers, so expect a post on that and more builds soon (I'm working on my application to Dark Times at the moment!)
My beloved Marie. HMBT!
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Petronas Towers, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
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This is the second picture of Vladimir Tro www.flickr.com/photos/149732725@N08/ I have painted. Beautiful photos there. It not the same as the photo but came out really bright and vibrant and that makes me happy. Painted with oil.
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CUENCA DE PAMPLONA.
Hunter S. Thompson was the master of Gonzo Journalism.
Gonzo journalism is a style of journalism that is written without claims of objectivity, often including the reporter as part of the story via a first-person narrative. The word "gonzo" is believed to have been first used in 1970 to describe an article by Hunter S. Thompson, who later popularized the style. It is an energetic first-person participatory writing style in which the author is a protagonist, and it draws its power from a combination of social critique and self-satire.
Week 8 Technical
Imagine that it is the last frame on a roll of film, and you have to nail it. For this challenge only take one shot. No deleting, no 2nd shot. The honor system is in play.
Please feel free to use my photos for non comercial uses, but don´t forget to mention the author and, if posible, to put a link to my gallery! Thanks.
© Ioan C. Bacivarov
All the photos on this gallery are protected by copyright and they are not for being used on any site, blog or forum without the explicit permission from the author, Ioan Bacivarov. Thank you in advance
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Saint Dumitru (Demetrius)is considered as an important saint in the Christian orthodox religion. He is celebrated on 26 October. In popular tradition Saint Dumitru is considered as the protector of the peasants and of the agriculture