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I am aware that this photo is not important to be there, when one is ill, they look for comfort, they are my consolation and happiness, Aìn and his partner Lluis _____lurdes. ; )
Be the author of your own story. Your inner narrative will dictate your actions. Your inner narrative holds immense power in shaping your perception of reality and the way you navigate through life. It is the voice that whispers in your ear, coloring your thoughts, emotions, and actions.
“You are the author of your own life story. You have the leading role and get to determine how you interact with your supporting cast and other characters. Without realizing it, you may have allowed the events in your life to write your story for you rather than taking deliberate action to write it in your own voice. What will it take to love your life story to create the happy endings you desire?”
― Susan C. Young ―
“ You are the author of your own life...Don't let others define it for you. Real power comes by doing what you are meant to be doing, and doing it well.”
― Oprah Winfrey ―
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💖 You all mean a lot to me, Flickr would not be the same without you, I can not thank each one of you enough for your constant encouraging and uplifting support that you all give me. I am immensely grateful.
💖 Huge, huge hugs, Light, peace and love to you all. Have a great week ahead everyone.
Best wishes and regards to each one of you. Take good care of your self as well as one another, be kind as well as thoughtful towards others.
Lori 💖
Lewis Carroll 1832-1898 (real name Charles Dodgson)
The author of 'Alice in Wonderland' preached at St. Mary's in 1864
The parish of Streatley has a long history going back to Anglo Saxon times. Following the Norman conquest of 1066, Geoffrey de Mandeville was made Lord of Streatley Manor for his valour at the battle of Hastings. It was he who made a generous gift of land to support the priest, and it was he who appointed Wibert as Priest of Streatley in 1086.
The present church and chancel were practically rebuilt in 1864. Some additions were made to the tower, which was originally built in the 15th century: the turret staircase on the south side and the demolition of the original cupola which housed the Sanctus bell (circa 1549). It now hangs at the back of church.
At the beginning of the 19th century, St Mary's was in a very poor state of repair but it was extensively restored in the mid 19th century under the auspices of a Mrs Stone, who was the lady of the manor at Streatley House in the High Street. The chancel was rebuilt by the lay rector, S Pusey, Esq. In 1893, the fine Victorian reredos was erected in grateful memory of Mrs Stone. The reredos is a beautiful design in alabaster by JL Pearson RA. Besides the reredos there are a number of memorials to the Stone family. Both the east and west windows are in memory of William Henry Stone (1863).
During the 19th century rebuilding work, many of the original 13th century materials were used, such as, flint (a local material) and stone. The clerestory is an addition, the extra windows increased the light and ventilation. The columns of the nave and aisles were built in alternate bands of cream Bath stone and Berkshire chalk. In 1864 Samuel Wilberforce, Bishop of Oxford, consecrated the restored church.
Under the tower arch is a marble wall slab to Sophia Small, of Chalford, Gloucestershire, spinster 1783. Near this is a tomb with painted crest, to Samuel Rush (1771). At the back of the church there is a brass plaque, which lists the Vicars of Streatley dating back to 1307, when John de Whicheford was presented with 'the tithes of the Manor at Streatlee'.
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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Good Stewards of Nature
Elif Shafak is an award-winning novelist and the most widely read female writer in Turkey. She is also a political commentator and an inspirational public speaker.
She writes in both Turkish and English, and has published 15 books, 10 of which are novels, including the bestselling The Bastard of Istanbul and The Forty Rules of Love. Her books have been translated into 47 languages. She is published by Penguin in the UK and represented by Curtis Brown globally.
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This image runs 'Hot and Cold'
Warm evening light, accentuates the boarder's skin tones, yet contrasts with the icy blue tones and the snow peaked, Mount Baker background.
Mt Baker also known as Koma Kulshan or simply Kulshan, is an active glaciated andesitic stratovolcano in the Cascade Volcanic Arc and the North Cascades of Washington in the United States. (Wikipedia)
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" What wealth is it to have such friends that we cannot think of them without elevation ! "
..........Henry David Thoreau ( 1817 - 1862 ).
.....U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist .
..........Letter June 20, 1843, to Lidian Jackson Emerson from - " The Writings of Henry David Thoreau ".
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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
Never stop being a good person because of bad people. - Author Unknown
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20 Romantic Thailand Resorts for Honeymooners and Couples
Original photo credit: berggeschwister
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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
Author : @Kiri Karma
Divers 2020 - May
Photos of May 2020
Photos de mai 2020
( Diverses photos prisent en 2020 sans sujet reel.
Various pictures taken in 2020 without real subject. )
"Time is like a river in which events take place, a tumultuous river. As soon as something appears it vanishes and in its place there is something else which is already disappearing..."
Thinking about time these last days...
Andalusia Farm, located in Milledgeville, Georgia, was the home of renowned Southern Gothic author Flannery O’Connor from 1951 until her death in 1964. Originally a cotton plantation established in 1814, the property was purchased by O’Connor’s uncle, Dr. Bernard Cline, in 1931. Following her diagnosis of lupus in 1951, O’Connor moved to Andalusia to live under the care of her mother, Regina Cline O’Connor. The farm became the setting for much of her literary work, including 24 short stories and two novels, as its environment deeply influenced her writing themes of religion, race, and Southern culture[1][3][6].
Today, Andalusia Farm is preserved as a house museum and part of Georgia College’s campus. It was designated a National Historic Landmark in 2022 and features an interpretive center showcasing artifacts from O’Connor’s life and the farm’s history. Visitors can explore the farmhouse, which includes O’Connor’s bedroom with her writing desk and typewriter, as well as other modest furnishings that reflect her life during her productive years[1][3][4].
The farm hosts tours and events celebrating O’Connor’s legacy, including special activities for her 100th birthday in March 2025. These events feature free tours, live music, art inspired by her works, and screenings of films based on her life and literature[1].
Citations:
[1] www.visitmilledgeville.org/blog/post/5-flannery-oconnor-s...
[2] www.youtube.com/watch?v=3gigcre83xw
[3] www.visitmilledgeville.org/articles/post/andalusia-home-o...
[5] www.tripadvisor.com/ShowUserReviews-g35115-d292678-r33600...
[6] exploregeorgia.org/things-to-do/list/9-inspiring-flannery...
[7] www.gpb.org/education/virtual/flannery-oconnors-andalusia
[8] www.flickr.com/photos/ugardener/albums/72157642838442313/
Andalusia Farm, home of writer Flannery O'Connor
Milledgeville, Baldwin County, Georgia USA
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Spring goes by fast, and it's hard to keep up with all the nice and interesting things that happen in nature. I wish I had even more chances being outdoors, enjoying everything.
But this year, I at least got better photos of the European common frogs (Rana temporaria) than before. And I guess I still have some nice models to meet in nature before summer. If not, I will put the rest on the wish list for next spring ツ
(Buttsnutefrosk/ vanlig frosk, in Norwegian)
My album of insects, reptiles and amphibians here.
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Every few years Bernie has shown up at our door selling his latest book about his world travels mostly on foot or in kayak. Thus today when he sat down to sign a book for me.
The fisherman's house. Porto Paglia
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The idea of Vietnam conjures strong images in the Western mind. Many come from a few iconic Vietnam War films. The country still features those lush rustic landscapes, peaceful now, of course, but modern Vietnam has grown beyond the...
Korean-American Author Chang-rae Lee being interviewed as part of the Chicago Humanities Festival earlier today. I just finished reading his last novel, On Such a Full Sea, which is very interesting and only slightly dystopian. Recommended!
Chang-rae Lee talked quite a bit about his positive relationship with his mother, his amazing female heroine Fan who is an integral part of On Such a Full Sea and wanting to create a heroine for his daughters to love, growing up in Queens, NYC in the 1980s, trends now in terms of competitiveness in class in the US, and industry in China. He has a very calming voice as well as an intelligent one and I enjoyed hearing him.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chang-Rae_Lee
I also saw Salman Rushdie before him but was too far away so only posted a screen shot from my phone on Instagram:
(Usually I have an all cats Instagram posting on Caturday so that's really something!) Rushdie was also great to see interviewed. He possesses such a great insight and humor sumultaneously. He made me laugh quite a bit and when I told him in person how much Ground Beneath Her Feet (my favorite novel of his) means to me, he acted as if that actually mattered, which is nice.
Also, not pictured, I had the delight to see Sarah Vowell as part of the Chicago Humanities Festival a week an a half ago at the Chicago Art Institute. She was quite hilarious as usual and had a great deal to say about modern art and politics. She also talked to me during the signing and said something like this,
"It's really cool the way the light from above hits your red hair in this certain way that you can't obviously see because you're not me sitting here looking at you." It was pretty funny. Overall, a really amazing Chicago Humantiies Lineup this time around!
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Author Émile Zola once wrote, "We rushed off into the countryside to celebrate the joy of not having to listen to any more talk about politics", talking about reflection of France's defeat in the Franco-Prussian War. At the time Montmartre was very much the countryside, just a village and orchards, shops and this, one of two remaining windmills.