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Scots Guardsman approaches Aisgill Viaduct with the southbound Winter Cumbrian Mountain Express of 20th May 2017. This is most likely its last run over the Settle before a major overhaul. It is putting on a splendid performance, as befits the occasion. It was a pleasure also to touch base with Ian Cawthorne, Gordon Edgar and Mark Fielding this afternoon.
“To be natural is such a very difficult pose to keep up.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest
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As befits most collies and herding dogs, Paddy has a most rivetting and captivating stare, every iota of his body and mind fixated on the slightest twitch .. you've gotta love them! (he'd stay like this for a very long time ..)
Sandbag is a community assistance organisation based in suburban Sandgate in Brisbane. In fact it's in Rainbow Street which befits this very colourful mural by the Brightsiders. It has a broad focus with emphasis on Indigenous folk.
Black-bellied Plover has a Conservation Status under the IUCN of Vulnerable
www.iucnredlist.org/species/22693749/254375039
The Black-bellied Plover in the middle of the three in this image is taking off, and its raised wings show the black axillaries of the species. The long wings befit a bird that often makes non-stop transcontinental flights, and only occasionally lands in the interior of large land masses. These individuals were on the west shore of Weed Lake near Langdon in southern Alberta, Canada.
Pygmy Nightjar is endemic to northeastern Brazil. Despite its restricted geographic range, three subspecies of Pygmy Nightjar generally are recognized, one of them only recently described; these subspecies differ clinally in overall coloration, from the palest populations in the north to the darkest in the south. Pygmy Nightjar is distributed over the northeast of the country from northern Ceará south to Espírito Santo and Minas Gerais. As befits its name, Pygmy Nightjar is a very small nightjar with a comparatively large white throat patch, and, in the male, small white patches in the primaries . Pygmy Nightjar most easily is seen at forest borders, especially in areas of rocks interspersed by clumps of vegetation, where this nightjar can be located at its day roosts.
Picture taken at Quixadá, Ceará, Brasil in my last birding trip. Wishing everyone a Peaceful Travel Tuesday!
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Good Stewards of Nature
“In 1890 SIR WILLIAM VAN HORNE purchased Minister's Island on PASSAMAQUODDY BAY for his summer resort. Van Horne built a most impressive sandstone house there, which he called Covenhoven. Covenhoven boasted 50 rooms, including 17 bedrooms, as might befit one of Canada's most important captains of industry. Van Horne also kept thoroughbred horses and a herd of Dutch belted cattle on the island, and he had heated greenhouses built to ensure a supply of the best fruits and vegetables year round. Today visitors can get a sense of how the wealthy lived in early 20th-century Canada by visiting Ministers Island. Designated as a New Brunswick historic site in 1977.”
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"Hear, hear, hear vengeance—O gods!—Hear a mother's oath." – from "Der Hölle Rache" ("Hell's vengeance boils in my heart") – also known as the Queen of the Night Aria, from Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart’s Die Zauberflöte (The Magic Flute), (1791).
Long before Whitney Houston sung about being Queen of the Night in the 1992 Hollywood film The Bodyguard, in 1791, Wolfgang Amedeus Mozart wrote a fantastical opera blending faerie tale adventure with Enlightenment ideals, called Die Zauberflöte (The Magic Flute). Prince Tamino is sent on a quest to rescue Princess Pamina, aided by a magic flute and his comic companion Papageno. Through trials of wisdom, courage, and love, Tamino discovers that the true enemy is ignorance, not the mysterious brotherhood led by the high priest, Sarastro. The opera celebrates harmony between reason and emotion, light and darkness. One of the most vivid and electrifying characters in Mozart’s opera is the Queen of the Night: a complex, vengeful villainess, and a dazzling soprano role famous for her fiery coloratura arias. After her husband dies, his magical talisman passes to her rival, Sarastro. When Sarastro takes the Queen's daughter, Pamina, the Queen manipulates Prince Tamino into rescuing her. In Act II, pushed to the brink of despair, she sings her famous coloratura aria "Der Hölle Rache" ("Hell's vengeance boils in my heart"). She hands Pamina a knife and demands she assassinate Sarastro, or be disowned forever.
It is the Queen of the Night who inspired me to create this image using one of my more recently acquired Dressel Kister & Cie half-dolls. This elegant Art Nouveau style lady, with her muted grey hair held aloft by golden hair ornaments, her ivory body, and her delicate blush cheeks, is from the late 1910s, and she is part if the “lady with gesture” sculpt family. The 22206-mould number appears in several Dressel Kister & Cie catalogue references for small vanity half dolls with expressive gestures — often used atop powder boxes or pincushions. To give her a sense of drama as befits the Queen of the Night, and wrap her up into the murky darkness, I have enveloped her in some hand dyed pleated wool crêpe in a dark greyish blue hue which I also mirrors her striated hair. The theme for "Smile on Saturday" for the 25th of July is an "open day theme" where I am allowed to post a photograph of my own choice. I hope you like my image for this week’s open theme, and that it makes you smile!
Memorable for its multiple upper register staccatos, the fast-paced and menacingly grandiose "Der Hölle Rache" is one of the most famous of all opera arias.
The "half-doll" is a dainty porcelain or bisque figurine, fashionable in the early Twentieth Century with an upper body, head, arms, but no legs. These dolls were produced in the thousands at the height of their popularity by German factories such as Dressel Kister & Cie, Heubach, Goebel and Kestner. Later they were produced in France, America and later still, in Japan. They commonly served as handles and toppers for fabric covers made for powder boxes on ladies’ dressing tables and small brushes, however they were also made for jewellery boxes, pincushions, tea cosies and other covers. In this case, this three and a half inch high half-doll is part of Dressel Kister & Cie's luxury line, and was made for either a jewellery case, a powder puff, pin cushion or a boudoir lamp.
Dressel Kister & Cie were one of the most important German porcelain manufacturers of the Nineteenth and early Twentieth Centuries, best known today for their exquisitely modelled figurines and half‑dolls. Their history spans both Thuringia and Passau, and the name appears in several related factory phases. Dressel Kister began as a Thuringian porcelain works in the mid‑1800s, producing pipe bowls, doll heads, and eventually high‑quality figurines. By the early Twentieth Century, the Passau branch (Dressel, Kister & Cie.) became especially known for luxury figurines and half‑dolls, many of which are highly collectible today. The early factory in Scheibe‑Alsbach, Thuringia was active under the name Dressel, Kister & Co. from 1844 to 1863, producing small porcelain items and later expanding into figures. A later branch, Dressel, Kister & Cie. in Passau, was established after three businessmen purchased a factory in 1853. This branch produced high‑quality figurines and half‑dolls, exporting worldwide. The business thrived, making half‑dolls (including exotic themes like parrots, dancers, and ladies with animals) and high‑quality figurines inspired by Meissen and Höchst traditions, all with finely painted faces, delicate modeling, and elegant poses. When the Great Depression hit, Dressel, Kister & Cie suffered as so many people no longer had money spare to buy their luxury porcelain items, and the Passau factory finally went bankrupt in 1936, and was absorbed into the Volkstedter porcelain group. Export pieces, often unmarked or marked only with mould numbers were produced and sent to France and England until the Great Depression.
It's not exclusive to you or I
nor the immediate sigh
of a teardrop
seen falling from the eye
as clever as healing may be
it's touch betrays the presence to foresee
the mind floating between land and sky
from the shipwrecked conscience of emotional debris
such reticence adds caution the wind
the Englishness of blending all we rescind
with the past congregation of endowing thoughts
free as the day they were borne to ease the sinned
a consensus of opinion on compassionate leave
the absence of heart growing fond of all it can perceive
in life-changing decisions of mind over matter
that emotive mobility of restless reprieve
a war of nerves celebrating it's release
now a custodian of freedom's makeover of peace
a kiss for the sky that welcomed you home
the Heavens of mercy are your sunlit eglise
now how do you look at it?
from your taffrail that's so beholden
to the purveyance of the truth it's able to transmit
within the sphere of the life you befit,
it takes but a smile upon the face of sterile routine
to eject the puritanical technological headache
of the dominant daily living machine
life's proof is in the freeing of the Soul caught between.
by anglia24
10h50: 16/04/2008
©2008anglia24
As befits December, Sintra was brightly illuminated by the Christmas decorations.
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Leica M246 Monochrom, Summilux 1.4/50 Asph, Affinity Photo, EI 800 ISO, 1/60s, f/ 2.4
Paddy .. checking Elk's progress up the path .. who likes to dawdle and sniff her way along as befits her age :)
The Buzludzha Monument in central Bulgaria.
Situated on the Buzludzha peak it has commanding views over central Bulgaria. Even as we drove from Kazanluk back to Sofia you only had to glance to your right to see it standing tall overlooking the valley of the rose fields.
Completed in 1981 by the Bulgarian communist government it is now in a sorry state of repair. Which I think is quite sad, whatever it is, it's a monument to the creativity and achievements of human kind.
You used to be able to go inside but it is now locked as it is unsafe to do so. Nevertheless the selfie brigade have found a way in. There is an underground tunnel that someone has cracked into and we watched as an English motorcycle couple descended into the darkness.
I wished them luck and said I'll look forward to reading about them on the news.
There are only two roads to this place, neither are easy. One from the north where it's a gentle climb up a dilapidated road covered in leaves and full of pot holes, or, a steep and windy road to the south, full of hairpin bends but a slightly better road surface.
We came in on one and out on the other, neither were nice.
There are initiatives in place to save this building and I wish them well. Bulgaria isn't well know as a tourist destination, part of the reason we were there. This place could be the crown of their tourist jewels.
The views from up here were just stunning.
B&W treatment as befits a 1980's monument.
Met this young lady when out with Mick what an amazing dog it only had eyes for her master and her ball any other dog or person may aswell not exist an amazing bond for a young pup. Her owner was an ex army that had knowledge of the breed and boy did it show!! as agile as a lurcher as clever and loyal as a border collie just an amazing breed of dog !!
The smart, confident, and versatile Belgian Malinois is a world-class worker who forges an unbreakable bond with his human partner. To deny a Mal activity and the pleasure of your company is to deprive him of his very reasons for being. Belgian Malinois are squarely built, proud, and alert herders standing 22 to 26 inches. Strong and well-muscled, but more elegant than bulky, there's an honest, no-frills look about them, as befit dogs built to work hard.
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Overcast and light raining that day forced all visitors to be inside this great looking structure inside Alhambra palace.
It was not easy in post to get all of the columns straight with my wide angle 20mm lens :), taken hand-held in dim sunlight.
F8.0, 20mm, 1/80 ISO 400.
Charles’s Palace was begun in 1526, but never completed.
Charles V’s Palace. © Rosa Salevy.
It’s an immense granite square, enclosing a large, circular courtyard. It is structurally imposing, as befits the imperial title that Charles wore. Its enormous façade connotes power, dignity, solemnity; it is majestic, aloof. The heavy-looking, bevelled stones of the lower half of the façade settle the building solidly on the ground. The impression of weight is inescapable. Straight vertical and horizontal lines predominate; square and rectangular windows are larger and more prominent than the small circular ones. A pediment over the doorway and four accompanying half columns betray classical influence, as do the triple pediments and half columns immediately above. Ionic pilasters (a rectangular column attached to and projecting from a wall) between the upper windows maintain the classical flavour.
Rolling countryside 5 kilometres west of Nottingham Road in the KwaZulu-Natal Midlands, much of it brown and barren as befits the dry but often very pleasant local midwinter. This shot is taken from the car park of the Blueberry Café, a handy refreshment spot just 4 minutes from the N3 Durban to Jo'burg motorway.
As befits royalty, Bella now has her own box from which she can watch the birds, sheep, tractors and cars going past
Paddy, .. is very good at his job as befits any collie worth his salt .. I just need to indicate where he needs to be and he jumps over with eager abandon eyes fixed on his centre of the world :)
Under the shady roof
Of branching Elm Star-proof,
Follow me,
I will bring you where she sits
Clad in splendor as befits
Her deity.
Such a rural Queen
All Arcadia hath not seen.
John Milton
Autumn already puttered out in the St. Vrain Valleys, even regarding many of my old originals I have been posting. I decided to edit this old original that's not really far into the Rockies but rather a view across the quarries just north of above Lyons. This befits all my Lyons, Apple Valley autumn series, location-wise. The Rockies stert standing up at Lyons. This is nothing but a snap of pondersos set off by foggy clouds that frosted everything. The stone is colonized by many species of lichens. a rude change of season! What a space in the shrinking inhabitable world!
Autumn gave up around here when we got a big dump af maybe a foot of snow in the valley, more in the Rockies. Everyone panicked over some sow but dare I tell them of the Rockies record - Snowmass, CO, 24 hrs, 96 inches - find shelter immediately as fast as you can move if this hits again.
I posted views of scenes up Apple Valley from Lyons, a particularly picturesque spot, some time ago and added recent shots looking up over the Olde South St. Vrain Road and abandoned quarry wreck dumped onto the county. That got me off on this tangent for a spell. The sun's working hard to sneak it's way onto this scene. Was Ceran St. Vrain, himself, ever here?
Pictures are everywhere at this spot. I threw this series in just as an example. I returned and found more of my favorite autumn shots at the vertical end to the Colorado plains. It's clear that random life can always manage a foothold on these cliffs. These are the finger prints of Colorado-tough, rough and tumble plant life. Here, I am once again adding to my massive stash of captures to edit. At least this is a smattering of green and I snapped away. Next?
The '76 House was often used during the American Revolutionary War as a meeting place for local Patriots.[citation needed] For a few days in 1780, it served as the prison of the Revolution's most notorious spy, Major John André. When the Continental Army encamped in Tappan, the house was the headquarters for General Nathanael Greene. By this time, Casparus Mabie had built another house for his family on "very good upland" behind the '76 House on what is today called André Hill, where the spy was hanged after his trial in the Tappan Reformed Church.[citation needed] General George Washington did not attend the trial, nor did he "question" André, as some sources claim. In fact, Washington did not respond to the spy's request that he be shot as befitted a gentleman and an officer rather than hanged like a common criminal.
The reason I upload this photo was because I had to babysit my granddaughter the other night while her parents had a night out dining here. Well, to check it out. You don't know how many times we have passed this restaurant, not knowing there was a history behind it. We live about 7 minutes away in NJ, and yet almost at the border of upstate NY.
Last photo - for now - of the 1939 Pontiac. I haven't taken many shots from this angle, but I loved the way the grasses circled around the rear, with its detached chrome bumper and obvious bullet holes. In the background you can see a fence line and a road running above it, with a parallel progression of power poles. The old relic rests relatively close to the road, making it a target for bored young men who just happen to be carrying their guns. None of the bullet holes are recent; I think they go back to the 1960s. When I asked my friend Maurice if he had been responsible for any of them, a flicker of amusement crossed his face and then he cautiously replied, "Well... maybe..."
As befits the subject matter, I used my oldest lens to shoot this, a 1981 vintage manual focus Nikon 24mm, with polarizing filter. The day I bought that lens, in Vancouver, BC, the old Pontiac had already been sitting in its field for about 20 years, and it would be another 28 years before I would land on the prairie and "discover" it.
Tomorrow, a new image set. No hints. All brand new work.
Photographed miles from nowhere in the ranch lands at Rosefield, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2023 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
A view to distant peaks from a spot 5 kilometres west of Nottingham Road in the KwaZulu-Natal Midlands, much of it brown and barren as befits the dry but often very pleasant local midwinter. This shot is taken from the car park of the Blueberry Café, a handy refreshment spot just 4 minutes from the N3 Durban to Jo'burg motorway.
Monasterio de Yuso, San Millán de la Cogolla, La Rioja, España.
El real monasterio de San Millán de Yuso (yuso significaba 'abajo' en castellano antiguo) está situado en la villa de San Millán de la Cogolla, comunidad autónoma de La Rioja (España), en la margen izquierda del río Cárdenas, en pleno valle de San Millán. Forma parte del conjunto monumental de dos monasterios, junto con el más antiguo monasterio de San Millán de Suso («de arriba»).
Este monasterio fue mandado construir en el año 1053 por el rey García Sánchez III de Navarra «el de Nájera». La historia de su fundación va unida a una leyenda basada en un milagro de san Millán (o Emiliano), un joven pastor que se hace ermitaño. Cuando en 574 muere Millán, a la edad de 101 años, sus discípulos lo entierran en su cueva, y alrededor de ella se va formando el primer monasterio, el de San Millán de Suso. San Braulio, cincuenta años después de muerto san Millán, escribe la vida de este.
El monasterio fue construido en estilo románico, como correspondía a la época. Es demolido en su totalidad y reconstruido en el siglo XVI, en estilo herreriano, de los siglos XVII y XVIII.
La iglesia es de tres naves, con bóveda estrellada y un bonito cimborrio. Se comenzó en 1504 por mandato del abad Fray Miguel de Alzaga y se termina treinta y seis años después. Gótico decadente. La iglesia era para uso de los monjes, por eso la parte delantera, desde el coro central, pasando por el presbiterio hasta el relicario, estaba destinada solo para ellos. La parte trasera, desde el trascoro hasta la puerta, era la zona que usaba el pueblo cuando éste podía acceder al templo. Son dos espacios litúrgicos dentro del mismo edificio.
The Royal Monastery of San Millán de Yuso (yuso meant "below" in Old Castilian) is located in the town of San Millán de la Cogolla, in the autonomous community of La Rioja (Spain), on the left bank of the Cárdenas River, in the heart of the San Millán Valley. It is part of the monumental complex of two monasteries, along with the older monastery of San Millán de Suso ("above").
This monastery was commissioned in 1053 by King García Sánchez III of Navarre "of Nájera." The story of its founding is linked to a legend based on a miracle of Saint Millán (or Emiliano), a young shepherd who became a hermit. When Millán died in 574 at the age of 101, his disciples buried him in his cave, and the first monastery, that of San Millán de Suso, was built around it. Fifty years after Saint Millán's death, Saint Braulio wrote his life.
The monastery was built in the Romanesque style, as befitted the period. It was completely demolished and rebuilt in the 16th century in the Herrerian style of the 17th and 18th centuries.
The church has three naves, a star-shaped vault, and a beautiful dome. It was begun in 1504 by order of Abbot Fray Miguel de Alzaga and completed thirty-six years later. It is in the Decadent Gothic style. The church was for the use of the monks, so the front part, from the central choir through the presbytery to the reliquary, was reserved for them only. The rear part, from the transept to the door, was the area used by the common people when they could access the temple. They are two liturgical spaces within the same building.
Paddy, as befits his ancestors doesn't make much noise on the approach, mind, out of the three he is the most noisiest, probably because hes excited with life most of the time ...he also can put in a good howl that a wolf would be proud of!
The Damstraat is a street in Haarlem, connecting the Spaarne river to the "Lange Veerstraat", "Klokhuisplein" and the "Oude Groenmarkt" behind the St. Bavochurch.
The street is lined with rijksmonuments, most notably the Waag on the right corner, a former weighing house and landmark on the Spaarne, and the fundatiehuis, former home of Pieter Teyler van der Hulst.
The Waag building was designed by Lieven de Key around 1597 and is built with Namense steen from Namur, Belgium. It is the only building in Haarlem that was built this way, and was designed in its day as a landmark that befits an authority. The weigh house masters needed to be able to judge the correct measure of a shipload of grain that was delivered in Haarlem. Inside the large cast iron balance can still be seen. The location of the weigh house was strategically located where the Spaarne river joins the beek, a small canal that according to tradition was used to carry fresh water from the dunes to serve the brewers of Haarlem. Haarlem was known for its beer brewing in the 15th-17th centuries.
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Series - cards from the search for spring.
We set off on our search for spring, as befits a boat from the factory's past.
The photo shows an avenue located among old factory houses associated with a former factory (mid-19th century) then owned by Karol Scheibler (a building with a clock).
A medieval hill town in Italy, a monochrome rendition befits this historical place.
It was a sunny day, tried to convey that in this monochrome image.
Exploring monochrome's many styles, it’s much more than merely converting a colored image into black & white with just a click. This has a very different look from my previous monochrome images uploaded;
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Philip John Schuyler ~ November 20, 1733 – November 18, 1804) was a general in the American Revolution and a United States Senator from New York.[1] He is usually known as Philip Schuyler.
This roughly life-sized bronze statue of Major General Philip John Schuyler on a marble base was created by sculptor J. Massey Rhind in 1925 stands in a traffic circle in front of Albany's city hall.
As befits a Revolutionary War personage, Schuyler is presented in Revolutionary War period cloths, including a tri-corner hat and a cloak. He stands in a relaxed position, one foot forward of the other, arms crossed over his chest with his right hand a bit higher, as if over his heart.
'Otto Man' sounds like a German brand: in the logo, at least - otherwise it's obviously 'the Ottoman' (Turk).
Turkish barber shops have mushroomed all over London (and the country). Some say they are 'laundromats' (a front for 'other' business) but, to be honest, most provide an excellent service and pleasant experience. Even the most humble ones, and this one's a bit special, as befits the picturesque Camden Passage.
And - while all offer courtesy Turkish tea, this one has a proper Espresso bar: a dual-purpose business, as the sign says ;)
I began to feel that this city somehow was
barging into focus, tottering on the verge of the three-dimensional. It was black-and-white, as befits something emerging from literature, or winter; aristocratic, darkish, cold, dimly lit, with twangs of Vivaldi and Cherubini in the background, with Bellini/Tiepolo/Titian-draped female bodies for clouds. /J.Brodsky/
Стало казаться, что город понемногу вползает в фокус. Он был черно-белым, как и пристало выходцу из литературы или зимы; аристократический, темноватый, холодный, плохо освещенный, где слышен струнный гул Вивальди и Керубини на заднем плане, где вместо облаков женская плоть в драпировках от Беллини / Тьеполо / Тициана.
A brake from Brazil to report taht spring has sprung. This is the Tom Turkey dominating our back yard in day time, here displaying for the befit of a few indifferent hens. Followed by night traffic near our porch between March 17 and April 12.
As befits the old Cape-Dutch settlement of Riebeek-Casteel (pop. 1,150), 80 km north-east of Cape Town, the Dutch Reformed congregation in the town has a long history, including a number of disputes and splits. This building, however, dates only to 1913-15—it replaced an older building, about 600 metres to the west, on the main road, that now functions as the town museum.
It was designed by the famous Dutch-born architect of South African churches, Folkert Wilko Hesse, in his typical neogothic style.
El Puente del Alamillo en Sevilla
Su puesta en marcha y su construcción no exenta de polemica, como corresponde al genio de Santiago Calatrava dejarón un agridulce sabor a sus seguidores y a parte de la ciudad de Sevilla. Hoy unos cuantos años despues podemos contemplar su figura plena de estilismo y belleza en la noche sevillana.
El puente del Alamillo fue un encargo que se le hizo a dedo al ingeniero y arquitecto valenciano, quien no se planteó en ningún momento la creación de «un puente más». Se inauguró para la Exposición Universal de Sevilla en el 92, pero nada tenía que ver con el proyecto inicial de Calatrava. En un principio, se iban a construir dos puentes iguales, mirando cada uno en una dirección opuesta. Sin embargo, el presupuesto era insuficiente para este gran proyecto y finalmente, solo se pudo erigir uno.
No obstante, el verdadero problema fue la estabilidad del puente, que se consiguió con una gran cantidad de hormigón bajo tierra y que provocó un considerable encarecimiento de la obra. Treinta años despues quien recuerda el dinero invertido, nos quedamos con una obra espectacular pensada y realizada en grande.
The Alamillo Bridge in Seville
Its start-up and its construction are not without controversy, as befits the genius of Santiago Calatrava, left a bittersweet flavor to his followers and to part of the city of Seville. Today a few years later we can contemplate her figure full of style and beauty in the Sevillian night.
The Alamillo bridge was a commission that was hand-crafted to the Valencian engineer and architect, who never considered creating "one more bridge". It was inaugurated for the Universal Exhibition of Seville in 1992, but it had nothing to do with Calatrava's initial project. Initially, two identical bridges were to be built, each looking in an opposite direction. However, the budget was insufficient for this great project and eventually, only one could be erected.
However, the real problem was the stability of the bridge, which was achieved with a large amount of concrete underground and which caused a considerable increase in the cost of the work. Thirty years later, whoever remembers the money invested, we are left with a spectacular work thought and carried out in a big way.
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I think this image befits the end of this series for now ladies and gentlemen. It was the end of the day of hunting and he needed to dry his feathers and fluff them for another day, I hope all my friends enjoyed them as much as I did photographing them, and they will be back for an encore, because I'm not done, thank you all.
Suffering, in all it's varied forms, is what exactly?
A compounding of fractured soul, so matter-of-factly,
She said that He Himself said,
That surgery is an art gallery of faith instead
Masterpieces where health invariably decreases
Swan songs of broken hearts where love ceases
To enliven home truth's of carefree surrealism
One empty soul does not make another idealism,
Minimal is the grey day that paves the way for darkness
Looming on the horizon of unseen weathering blackness
A colossus of sky with the upper land
Nature the only card, saviour, and prophet to hand
Fear may only be a feeling, but the feeling is beyond fear itself
As they say, depression is expectant as we each try to find oneself
In the mire of news, be it the betrayal of the health of our citizens
Or just the assassination of natural resources wealth, that bloody well glistens
In the headlights and highlights of our obit we now live in memory alone
"A Song for Departure" plays upon the mind that cannot find adequate words to bemoan
The lack of attention paid to the well-being of Mother Nature, ageism spammed!
We are seeking the revolution for the revolving Earth whose door's are jammed
By the annual quagmire of festive exposure by all means time is spent!
Here by the grace of God, we breathe in life, in a place, in grace Heaven sent
It's tempting to stop reading, as it is to cease listening, turning a blind eye as well, why not?
But dare I say, it's nigh on impossible for very long to do the whole damned lot!
Mother Nature, She is suffering can't you see upon this obdurate land
We tune-in to be deceived, ghost hunters and faithful followers of a new kind of religious brand
Detect only what the illusion alludes to in the lost art of heart and soul
In part, life is already obfuscated with it's own toxins, we're the decade on parole
1988, 1998, 2008, I remember well, the future that is coming too soon
Here before tomorrow ever knows what to do with itself, we must find the answers to be in tune
Petty arguments wage wars within the minds of boys whose toys have been confiscated by ignorance
A belief of faith cannot be true if it sees red at every turn, nor can it bring hope for the children in whom we bestow what kind of continuance?
Benevolence is awaited with a youthful eagerness that has grown old waiting on the wings of fighters
Knives replace fists that substitute backs for tables in the cities full of such blighters
Intervention risks life and death for the removal of compassion brings the hooded underworld
That has now come up to grab society by the ruddy throat twirled
A society indeed, un-policed and unappeased the x-factor of fearless nerves
Can no longer meet with the supply, that which steals warns of what it serves
We're a breed apart though we never used to be and never should be
Walking tall when we should be down on our damned knees begging for forgiveness until we all finally agree
So the trepidant beggars of belief peaceably fly in the face of popular opinion,
For the standards of today will invariably fail the tests of time and ever-changing dominion
If you feel the force of scientific tribulation, will it numb the senses of tomorrow
Can the government's diet, passed fit for us all, sustain us through political sorrow?
If a smile should pass your face someday, cherish it's presence upon the lifestyle that forgot how to use it
Wear yourself well, but for the love of life we must address what does reciprocally befit.
by anglia24
09h55: 02/10/2008
©2008anglia24
I went out tonight hoping to capture a beautiful sunset as a backdrop to a old first generation (1952-54) Desoto Firedome that had seen better days. I decided that the composition would be best if I could capture the setting sun and a corresponding sunstar through the window of the car. I kept shooting through the blustery wind and hoping that I would capture an image that befitted the scene and the grandeur of the old vehicle. Hope you enjoy it because it took a while for my toes to thaw out!
The end of the flower left the final dry back of the petals and the further tightening of the pods to ready the seed distribution. The Sun was opening up the next year in the fulfilment of this one. Still the power of the rich yellow flowering was almost out of this world which well befits the Iris of the rainbow paths between the worlds.
This last yellow for this year from the Iris was promising a vibrant return near Kildonan Castle and Kildonan Standing Stone not far from the sea.
© PHH Sykes 2026
phhsykes@gmail.com
Kildonan (Arran) - Standing Stone (Menhir) in Scotland in Isle of Arran
www.megalithic.co.uk/article.php?sid=1011
Kildonan Standing Stone Menhir
www.themodernantiquarian.com/site/9077/kildonan
Arran, Kildonan
Kildonan Castle
Kildonan Castle
The end of the flower left the final dry back of the petals and the further tightening of the pods to ready the seed distribution. The Sun was opening up the next year in the fulfilment of this one. Still the power of the rich yellow flowering was almost out of this world which well befits the Iris of the rainbow paths between the worlds.
This last yellow for this year from the Iris was promising a vibrant return near Kildonan Castle and Kildonan Standing Stone not far from the sea.
© PHH Sykes 2026
phhsykes@gmail.com
Kildonan (Arran) - Standing Stone (Menhir) in Scotland in Isle of Arran
www.megalithic.co.uk/article.php?sid=1011
Kildonan Standing Stone Menhir
www.themodernantiquarian.com/site/9077/kildonan
Arran, Kildonan
Kildonan Castle
Kildonan Castle
“May the love hidden deep inside your heart find the love waiting in your dreams. May the laughter that you find in your tomorrow wipe away the pain you find in your yesterdays.”
unknown
The "Greyhound" races past. Actually, it was a gentle jog as befits a dignified lady of her age. No. 30120 was on a Don Bishop photo charter on the Swanage Railway.
Dorset, England.
November 2018. © David Hill
The end of the flower left the final dry back of the petals and the further tightening of the pods to ready the seed distribution. The Sun was opening up the next year in the fulfilment of this one. Still the power of the rich yellow flowering was almost out of this world which well befits the Iris of the rainbow paths between the worlds.
This last yellow for this year from the Iris was promising a vibrant return near Kildonan Castle and Kildonan Standing Stone not far from the sea.
© PHH Sykes 2026
phhsykes@gmail.com
Kildonan (Arran) - Standing Stone (Menhir) in Scotland in Isle of Arran
www.megalithic.co.uk/article.php?sid=1011
Kildonan Standing Stone Menhir
www.themodernantiquarian.com/site/9077/kildonan
Arran, Kildonan
Kildonan Castle
Kildonan Castle
We are standing on the Diavolezza, gazing out at the impressive world of glaciers. From Piz Palü, the glacier sweeps down towards the valley in broad curves. The name "Diavolezza" comes from Romansh and translates to "she-devil." This name befits the old legend of a beautiful mountain fairy who once lived in a rocky stronghold on Munt Pers; she would cast a spell over daring suitors, and those who followed her onto the wild slopes never returned.
Wir stehen auf der Diavolezza und blicken auf die eindrückliche Gletscherwelt. Vom Piz Palü zieht sich der Gletscher in weiten Linien Richtung Tal. Der Name «Diavolezza» stammt aus dem Rätoromanischen und bedeutet übersetzt «Teufelin». Dazu passt die alte Sage von einer wunderschönen Bergfee, die einst in einer Felsenburg am Munt Pers wohnte. Sie zog übermütige Verehrer in ihren Bann. Wer ihr in die wilden Hänge folgte, kehrte nicht mehr zurück.
Princess P befits the grand surroundings of Hever Castle in her divine Eurotrash dress - a beautiful gift from Ruth <3
Saint Laurence’s Church was established as a place of worship when the Normans founded Ludlow in the late 11th century. It is situated in the centre of Ludlow on the hill around which the medieval town developed. It is one of the most impressive parish churches that I have been privileged to visit.
The church is the largest parish church in Shropshire. It was described as the "cathedral of the Marches" and is rated by Simon Jenkins as being one of the finest hundred churches in England. The tower is 135 feet high and commands excellent views of the town and surrounding countryside.
During the late Middle Ages Ludlow became a wealthy wool town, to befit this growing prosperity St Laurence's underwent several further additions. The major works occurred between 1433 and 1471 with a virtual re-building of the nave, tower and chancel elements. The tower took on a Perpendicular style which was fashionable in England in the 15th century. It can therefore fairly be described as a "wool church".
The Investiture of king Narseh is carved into the rocks near the tomb of Darius I the Great. The king, the second large figure from the right, receives the cydaris ring from a female figure. A young prince is standing between them; to the left are imperial grandees.
Narseh, a younger son of the great Shapur I, had served as ruler of the eastern provinces (e.g., Sistan) during the reign of his nephew Bahram II, but had come to power by a coup d'état, deposing Bahram's son, Bahram III. That he was not a lawful ruler may explain that he does not receive the cydaris from Ahuramazda, but from a women: she may be Shapurdokhtak, the king's wife, through whom Narseh was entitled to the throne.
Alternatively, she may be Anahita, the goddess of the waters, families, and fertility, but the fact that king Narseh does not salute her as befits a worshipper in front of a deity, seems to contradict this interpretation of the ancient relief. On the other hand, it is often assumed that the cult of Anahita became popular during the reign of Narseh.
The identity of the little prince is less problematic: he must be the king's son Hormizd II, who succeeded his father.
Behind the king, we can see several important courtiers, making the gesture with the fist and index finger that expresses respect for the king. This gesture can be seen on countless Sasanian reliefs.
There is no triumph relief of Narseh, neither at Naqš-i Rustam nor at another place. This comes as no surprise, because the king was defeated in 297 by the Roman emperor Galerius and was even forced to give up parts of Armenia. It was a sign of the times: after the reign of Shapur I, the Sasanian empire was weak and divided, which can also be deduced by the rapid succession of kings.
Source: www.livius.org/na-nd/naqsh-i-rustam/naqsh-i-rustam_relief...
The Investiture of king Narseh is carved into the rocks near the tomb of Darius I the Great. The king, the second large figure from the right, receives the cydaris ring from a female figure. A young prince is standing between them; to the left are imperial grandees.
Narseh, a younger son of the great Shapur I, had served as ruler of the eastern provinces (e.g., Sistan) during the reign of his nephew Bahram II, but had come to power by a coup d'état, deposing Bahram's son, Bahram III. That he was not a lawful ruler may explain that he does not receive the cydaris from Ahuramazda, but from a women: she may be Shapurdokhtak, the king's wife, through whom Narseh was entitled to the throne.
Alternatively, she may be Anahita, the goddess of the waters, families, and fertility, but the fact that king Narseh does not salute her as befits a worshipper in front of a deity, seems to contradict this interpretation of the ancient relief. On the other hand, it is often assumed that the cult of Anahita became popular during the reign of Narseh.
The identity of the little prince is less problematic: he must be the king's son Hormizd II, who succeeded his father.
Behind the king, we can see several important courtiers, making the gesture with the fist and index finger that expresses respect for the king. This gesture can be seen on countless Sasanian reliefs.
There is no triumph relief of Narseh, neither at Naqš-i Rustam nor at another place. This comes as no surprise, because the king was defeated in 297 by the Roman emperor Galerius and was even forced to give up parts of Armenia. It was a sign of the times: after the reign of Shapur I, the Sasanian empire was weak and divided, which can also be deduced by the rapid succession of kings.
Source: www.livius.org/na-nd/naqsh-i-rustam/naqsh-i-rustam_relief...
The end of the flower left the final dry back of the petals and the further tightening of the pods to ready the seed distribution. The Sun was opening up the next year in the fulfilment of this one. Still the power of the rich yellow flowering was almost out of this world which well befits the Iris of the rainbow paths between the worlds.
This last yellow for this year from the Iris was promising a vibrant return near Kildonan Castle and Kildonan Standing Stone not far from the sea.
© PHH Sykes 2026
phhsykes@gmail.com
Kildonan (Arran) - Standing Stone (Menhir) in Scotland in Isle of Arran
www.megalithic.co.uk/article.php?sid=1011
Kildonan Standing Stone Menhir
www.themodernantiquarian.com/site/9077/kildonan
Arran, Kildonan
Kildonan Castle
Kildonan Castle