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My "Irish Blessing" print. It features the well-known saying:
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
In shades of green and framed with shamrocks.
‘Call to Me, and I will answer you, and show you great and mighty things, which you do not know.’ Jeremiah 33:3
The statue of Jesus can be seen at St. Vincent Martyr Catholic Church, Green Village Road, Madison, NJ.
Photograph Copyright Loci B. Lenar
Thaipusam - Under an overpass not far from Batu Caves, Kuala Lumpur 2015
A hindu priest blessing an elderly woman (bottom left hand corner) that just moments before shaved her head and sacrificed her hair to the gods. She then rubs a paste mixture of turmeric powder and water over the scalp which gives the bright orange colour effect on her head.
Holga 120 CFN Toy Plastic Camera by Lomography
Ilford Delta 100 ASA 120 Film (Expired)
Kodak D-76 Film Developer
Ilford Stop Bath
Ilford Rapid Fixer
Epson V500 Scanner
Tubmanburg, Monrovia, Liberia - June 5, 2014: When Blessing was 4 months old, her mother, Bendu, was working on a farm in rural Liberia. One day she forgot something at home and left Blessing with a close friend at the farm. When she returned, Blessing would not stop crying. She couldn't figure out what was wrong. Eventually she took off her clothes and discovered bleeding. After an examination at the hospital, they determiend that she had been raped by the man. Blessing spent a month in the hospital recovering. Meanwhile, Bendu filed a report with the police and took him to court. He was released when the family provided evidence that he was underage at the time (approximately 17). Blessing is now 4 years old and lives with her mother and baby sister, Miatta. Photo by Morgana Wingard
I kept this shot as raw as I could. Kept his back bright against the sun and his face bowed in the shadow. Hand on the heart, bowed in a prayer. He was listening to our National Anthem which my daughter and her choir class had the priveledge of singing before this all amican past time...Baseball. You can't get any more american than that. I wish we all could stop and say a prayer before we did anything that we loved. It doesn't take much to have some faith.
I am so proud of Kaily for do this, it was a big thing and a wonderful memory for sure.
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Filmed in Albany, Western Australia.
The Wind
Y Gwynt
Wind who plies a sky-high trade
And scales peaks where none may tread,
Strange your shouting, sheer of fate:
Featherless flight, fleet of foot
Yet limbless, out of sky’s vault,
Launched to veer and never halt
About the slope, above the scree,
To sweep and fly, to swiftly flee.
No mount you need, no charger,
Bridge or boat to span the river.
Cornerless, you cannot snag
Or drown, founder, fall or flag.
Nest-breaker, none can charge you;
Leaf-churner, fools chase you,
Never held by law or swords,
Flood and rain are weak as words
To you. When oaks are felled
There’s no arrest. You’ll not be held
Or struck by mortal man,
Or fire-burnt. No cunning plan
Can stop or even spy you.
Wall of wind: none defy you.
Cloud-carver, brooder of rain,
Land-leaper, breath of ruin.
God’s blessing or Devil’s curse –
Trees in uproar mark your course –
Dry of humour, tight your grip,
Clouds downtrodden: mighty trip!
You stalk, you slink, lie in wait,
Whirl the snow like winnowed wheat.
Sing me your way, you North Wind,
Come and whisper where you wend.
You revel – when the sea churns –
On the shore and up the chines.
Inspired author, old enchanter,
Chasing leaves at a canter.
Jaunty jester on the deck,
Laughing round the tattered wreck.
The world’s length you leap and fly;
By this hill come whisking nigh.
To Uwch Aeron swiftly go,
Audible to all, and blow
Without pausing or restraint
In spite of Bwa Bach’s complaint.
With jealous, finger-pointing whine
He had me banished – woe be mine –
Alas that Morfudd won my heart
And I’m compelled to dwell apart,
Exiled from my golden girl:
Go to her house, and rave, and whirl.
Beat on the door, demand entry.
Buffet through and wind the sentry.
Bluster on to where she lies
And in her ear exhale my sighs.
As planets in their orbits whirl
Say this to my golden girl:
So long as earth shall bear life
I’ll follow her – as mistress, wife
Or unattained – each tomorrow,
By her faith, in troth to sorrow.
Soar and see: is she not fair?
Swoop and furl her gleaming hair.
Rise and slip my maid a sigh.
Return, treasure of the sky.
Source material: Poem by Dafydd ap Gwilym, paraphrased by Giles Watson. The beginning of Dafydd’s original is indebted to the riddling poem ‘To the Wind’ from the Book of Taliesin, but he takes the idea much further, linking it to the llatai tradition and metaphorically harnessing the wind as a love-messenger. Bwa Bach is husband to Morfudd, and therefore Dafydd's love-rival. Of all Dafydd’s poems, this perhaps bears testimony to his genius for blending tradition and innovation. The pun in the first line is a mark of my own indebtedness to Dylan Thomas’s ‘Fern Hill’.
End of April, way past the best timing for cherry blossom viewing in the middle part of Japan. BUT, fortunately, Bibi still got to "catch" a tiny little bit (a few trees XD) at Nagano. ^^ What a blessing!!!
四月底，早已過了在本州，特別是中部賞櫻的最佳時期～ 但是好幸福，還是被我興奮地”逮到“幾株依然綻放的beauties.... 太開心了！還是一句：幸福，可以好簡單!! ^O^
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This is my friend's son's blessing cake, design is from www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=443876925633613&set=a..., wish mine was as good as Lesleys!!
Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything that is beautiful; for beauty is God's handrwriting - a wayside sacrament. Welcome it in every fair face, in every fair sky, in every fair flower, and thank God for it as a cup of blessing.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
While traveling through the town of Madison, I photographed a bronze statue of Jesus at St. Vincent Martyr Catholic Church. The church is located on 26 Green Village Road, Madison, NJ.
Copyright 2010 Loci B. Lenar
The Orthodox Churches perform the Great Blessing of Waters on Theophany.[56] The blessing is normally done twice: once on the Eve of the Feast—usually at a Baptismal font inside the church—and then again on the day of the feast, outdoors at a body of water. Following the Divine Liturgy, the clergy and people go in a Crucession (procession with the cross) to the nearest body of water, be it a beach, harbor, quay, river, lake, swimming pool, water depot, etc. (ideally, it should be a body of "living water"). At the end of the ceremony the priest will bless the waters. In the Greek practice, he does this by casting a cross into the water. If swimming is feasible on the spot, any number of volunteers may try to recover the cross. The person who gets the cross first swims back and returns it to the priest, who then delivers a special blessing to the swimmer and their household.