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Cross Bones Graveyard in Southwark began life as a burial ground for licenced prostitutes or Winchester Geese and eventually became a pauper's graveyard. Apparenetly it is still dense with the bones of the dead. This odd little shrine has accumulated with offerings from local people. It is an odd and moving place . I think the site is up for development...and controversially seeing its history.
dem bones, dem... cute... bones?
I have a great weakness for Schadenfreude's 'Bones' design that Allegory uses on gacha items, so... I realized I was missing a couple.
And got them.
And then rezzed ALL of them out and put on the old Pixicat Whimsical Onesie so I could blend in with my people.
I may have a problem here...
Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History. Many of the skeletons in the Bone Hall have been on view since 1881—first in what is now known as the Arts and Industries Building, and since the 1960s in their current form. The skeletons represent an unparalleled study collection of every major group of vertebrate animals. (3/27/2022)
Bones.
Marble skull, polished, smoothed
By children's hands, wandering,
Restless through Evensong,
Wondering perhaps, if it is real.
Bones stacked in the crypt,
Skulls racked, neat, forgotten
Remnants of war or plague.
Thigh bones piled,
Relics of men long dead.
Within the mound
The cranium of a distant Lord
Gives shelter to a rat with young,
Dragging beneath the capping stone,
Glittering tinfoil, incongruous
Amongst the bronze grave goods
Hidden, once, beneath the ground.
From the monument upon the wall
The gaping jaw gives out the foliage of resurrection,
A worm of corruption,
An encircling serpent of eternity:
Dry bones, issuing promise of rebirth.
Bones,
Waiting bones:
Shadows of our fears,
Symbols of our hopes.
(Runner-up Quantum Leap 5x5 Competition, 2004,
and published in QL 5x5 Collection Oct 2004.)
Dem Bones" (also called "Dry Bones" and "Dem Dry Bones") is a spiritual song. The melody was composed by author and songwriter James Weldon Johnson (1871–1938) and his brother, J. Rosamond Johnson. It was first recorded by The Famous Myers Jubilee Singers in 1928. Both a long and a shortened version of the song are widely known. The lyrics are inspired by Ezekiel 37:1–14, in which the prophet Ezekiel visits the Valley of Dry Bones and prophesies that they will one day be resurrected at God's command, picturing the realization of the New Jerusalem.
Well, your toe bone connected to your foot bone
Your foot bone connected to your heel bone
Your heel bone connected to your ankle bone
Your ankle bone connected to your leg bone
……………………[Wikipedia]
With crazy facial structures that bear an odd resemblence to the bones that make up the human pelvic girdle.
HEAD - Genus
APPLIER -NotFound
SKIN - The Skinnery
HAIR - Little Bones
SHAPE: Slink Hourglass
EYESHADOW - Ottilie
LIPS - Sintiklia
...when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show...
~Andrew Wyeth~
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Happy Slider Sunday! Saturday morning started with a -11F sunrise and the day didn't get any better. Within a few hours the skies clouded over again and by the afternoon another snowstorm arrived. Three exposure HDR processed with Nik HDR Efex Pro 2
I've used this song before on another photo, but hey... an excellent song to go with this photo I think.
Mishka - "Above The Bones"
"Oh let us rise above the bones, let us remember the memories..."
5dmkII + 300mm 2.8 L
and Yet another shot of these amazing roots. i don't know if it's something usually accepted on the Olympic peninsula, but a kind lady told me that all these dead trees on the beach are usually called "bones". they perfectly fit the description to be honest, as a lot of them are organic and white in a bizarre way. Thousand of them in places. Rialto Beach is filled with these.
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Canon F1 / 28mm
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I leave here goin' to catch that M&O
Now when I leave here goin' to catch that M&O
Going way down south where I ain't never been before
Once I had a notion, Lord, & I believe I will
Once I had a notion, Lord, & I believe I will
I'm going to build me a mansion out on Decatur Hill
Now it's all of you men ought to be ashamed of yourself
All of you men ought to be ashamed of yourself
Going around swearing 'bout God you got a
Poor woman by yourself
I started to kill my woman till she laid down across the bed
I started to kill my woman till she laid down across the bed
& she looked so ambitious till I took back everything I said
& I asked her how about it, Lord, and she said all right
& I asked her how about it, Lord, and she said all right
But she never showed up at the shack last night
A iconic shot of Whitby. This Blue Whale jaw bone goes back to the days when Whitby was a major Whaling Port.
A candid street photo of a young strong, bald-headed man with large human skull tattoo on his back. He proudly stands in blue jeans shorts by the public fountain on a hot day of summer. The impression of a single solid bone.
I just spent 4 days in the Czech Republic, and obviously I had to visit the famous Sedlec Ossuary, i.e. the 'bone church' in Kutná Hora.
The ossuary is located beneath a cemetary church, and it's quite small. Still some 200 000 visitors come here every year to see the bones decorating the place. And they're not few. Here you'll find the skeleton remains of some 50 000 people.
Using call-sign 'Crook 01', sleek US Air Force 489th Bomb Group North American Rockwell B-1B Lancer 85-0089/DY taxies out to depart Fairford's Runway 09 for home at Dyess Air Force Base in Texas.
Making a blistering departure with afterburners lit, just two hours later she was back after developing a technical problem and although declaring an emergency she landed without incident parking back in front of the B-2 hangars.
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Ground up bone makes a great starter for many of Chlorophina's special potions.
Blythe a Day - Bones - 10/14/24
Lady Panacea Blythe
Top - Etsy
Miniverse Harry Potter minis (cauldrons, candles, bottles, wooden boxes, spoons, small black pans, tall skeleton containers)
Skull on counter - my son 3D printed it for me
Green counter made by me from a cookie box and balsa wood
Shelf in background - thrift store find repainted (Girl Scout cardboard drawer organizer)
Miniverse plant in basket
Skeleton on wall - Walmart
Tall plants on top shelf - Harry Potter Mandrake repotted
Plants on low table - bits I glued into mini terracotta pots
open book - handmade
Floor - scrapbook paper
Stone wall - wrapping paper over a Christmas gift box
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Is 0035 now and I feel like updating my Flickr before I sleep.
School has been really hectic and my teachers are getting really strict and serious. I have additional homework and they are are forever piling up. Trials examination in a few more weeks and SPM in a few more months. D:
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It's a strange title for a bench seat in the setting sun, but it comes from master storyteller Mark Knopfler on his album "Tracker" (2015). Long before the challenges of 2020, this song about a struggling boxer had become a metaphor to me of how we deal with the pain of hurt and failure.
So this year we all feel like we've gone 15 rounds with a heavyweight champion and we have the bruises to show for it. What do we do, hide in a corner and wish it all away? Or do we take the stoic approach, and carry our broken bones home to mend on ice?
As the sun sets on 2020, we won't lament its passing, BUT there are no guarantees we won't get knocked around again next year. In fact there are no more guarantees in life. Period. So perhaps Mark Knopfler's advice (which sounds a little harsh) is really good medicine for the soul. "Those broken bones, you pick 'em up and carry 'em, broken bones, you carry 'em home."
Here is the song in full:
"She likes a man with a broken nose
Lucky for me, I suppose
Shots coming in like the monthly bills
Soon they'll be saying I'm over the hill
Well the bell goes clang and you're on your own
You take your medicine and go home
You take it like a man, on the chin
And you don't make a fuss when the towel comes in
Now let me go home, got to lay in ice
And I don't want to hear no more advice
Just give me my clothes
Get me out of this place
How many more stitches in my face?
Those broken bones, you pick 'em up and carry 'em
Broken bones, you carry 'em home
Broken bones, you pick 'em up and carry 'em
Broken bones, you carry 'em home
He had the punch lines, I was the joke
Every shot felt like something broke
It was all much more than a man should stand
And I finally went down to a big right hand
Now let me go home, got to lay in ice
And I don't want to hear no more advice
Just give me my clothes
Get me out of this place
How many more stitches in my face?
Those broken bones, you pick 'em up and carry 'em
Broken bones, you carry 'em home
Broken bones, you pick 'em up and carry 'em
Broken bones, you carry 'em home
Broken bones, you pick 'em up and carry 'em
Broken bones, you carry 'em home
Broken bones, you pick 'em up and carry 'em
Broken bones, you carry 'em home"
Mark Knopfler's version, "Broken Bones":