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The water tower in the middle of the chapel bridge is part of the historic city fortification of Lucerne and is considered a landmark of the city.
The 35-metre-high octagonal and slightly leaning tower complements the city fortification towards the lake. Its construction time cannot be determined with certainty, but certainly after 1262, so even before the chapel bridge built. It has long served as a defensive and watchtower, as well as a cornerstone of the city's fortification. Over the years, he was a city archive, treasury, dungeon and torture chamber.
It is mentioned for the first time in 1367. The existing roof chair dates back to 1339. Since 1939 the tower has been rented to the Lucerne Artillery Association. The tower is rarely open to the public, usually only in summer.
On the lower floor of the tower is a dungeon. Its walls are three meters thick, there are neither windows nor doors. Access is only possible via an opening in the floor of the room above. The dungeon was probably used as a prison until 1759 and then abandoned. On the first floor is the so-called treasury. It served as a prison and as an interrogation and torture chamber until 1759. From 1759 to 1798 the state treasure was kept here, from 1798 to 1803 the room served again as a prison and from 1804 to keep the securities of the community. The second upper floor was until 1759 the place of storage of the Lucerne State Treasury and the State Archives.
When it was discovered in 1758 that money had been stolen for years, it was converted into a prison (until 1802). From 1804 to 1919 he again housed the municipal archive. The striking stork nest on the top of the tower has not been used for over 100 years. The 15-metre-high attic served as an interrogation and torture chamber. Since 1892 alpine sailors have been breeding here in a colony, which is supervised by the Ornithological Society of the City of Lucerne (OGL), since 1959 on behalf of the City Council of Lucerne. The Alpine sailing colony in the water tower is the largest Alpine swift "Tachymarptis melba" colony in central Switzerland.
The view from Castlerigg Stone Circles (NT) east of Keswick, Cumbria - A 'Stonewall' certainty for Explore?
I like the strange looking Conopids and knew what Thecophora is supposed to look like, before seeing one for the first time. I did not expect how tiny they can be - the first one I saw was about 3mm. Once I knew what to look for, I saw them again several times in 2021. We have a few species and the males are not possible to id with any certainty from photos.
The water tower in the middle of the chapel bridge is part of the historic city fortification of Lucerne and is considered a landmark of the city.
The 35-metre-high octagonal and slightly leaning tower complements the city fortification towards the lake. Its construction time cannot be determined with certainty, but certainly after 1262, so even before the chapel bridge built. It has long served as a defensive and watchtower, as well as a cornerstone of the city's fortification. Over the years, he was a city archive, treasury, dungeon and torture chamber.
It is mentioned for the first time in 1367. The existing roof chair dates back to 1339. Since 1939 the tower has been rented to the Lucerne Artillery Association. The tower is rarely open to the public, usually only in summer.
On the lower floor of the tower is a dungeon. Its walls are three meters thick, there are neither windows nor doors. Access is only possible via an opening in the floor of the room above. The dungeon was probably used as a prison until 1759 and then abandoned. On the first floor is the so-called treasury. It served as a prison and as an interrogation and torture chamber until 1759. From 1759 to 1798 the state treasure was kept here, from 1798 to 1803 the room served again as a prison and from 1804 to keep the securities of the community. The second upper floor was until 1759 the place of storage of the Lucerne State Treasury and the State Archives.
When it was discovered in 1758 that money had been stolen for years, it was converted into a prison (until 1802). From 1804 to 1919 he again housed the municipal archive. The striking stork nest on the top of the tower has not been used for over 100 years. The 15-metre-high attic served as an interrogation and torture chamber. Since 1892 alpine sailors have been breeding here in a colony, which is supervised by the Ornithological Society of the City of Lucerne (OGL), since 1959 on behalf of the City Council of Lucerne. The Alpine sailing colony in the water tower is the largest Alpine swift "Tachymarptis melba" colony in central Switzerland.
Lake Montriond is located in the Haute-Savoie in the French Chablais region. The lake is frequented by fishermen and especially by walkers and hikers.
The lake of Montriond was created by the collapse of a part of the mountain of Nantaux in the North West. This geological event, which is not dated with certainty (from 4500 years to 3 or 4 centuries!), caused a dam on the torrent which ran at the bottom of the valley, hence the
formation of the lake.
Le lac de Montriond se trouve en Haute-Savoie dans le Chablais français. Le lac est fréquenté par les pêcheurs et surtout par les promeneurs et randonneurs.
Le lac de Montriond est né suite à l'éboulement d'une partie de la montagne de Nantaux au Nord Ouest. Cet événement géologique non daté avec certitude (de 4500 ans à 3 ou 4 siècles !) a provoqué un barrage sur le torrent qui courait au fond de la vallée, d'où la formation du lac.
Lake Montriond is located in the Haute-Savoie in the French Chablais region. The lake is frequented by fishermen and especially by walkers and hikers.
The lake of Montriond was created by the collapse of a part of the mountain of Nantaux in the North West. This geological event, which is not dated with certainty (from 4500 years to 3 or 4 centuries!), caused a dam on the torrent which ran at the bottom of the valley, hence the
formation of the lake.
Le lac de Montriond se trouve en Haute-Savoie dans le Chablais français. Le lac est fréquenté par les pêcheurs et surtout par les promeneurs et randonneurs.
Le lac de Montriond est né suite à l'éboulement d'une partie de la montagne de Nantaux au Nord Ouest. Cet événement géologique non daté avec certitude (de 4500 ans à 3 ou 4 siècles !) a provoqué un barrage sur le torrent qui courait au fond de la vallée, d'où la formation du lac.
This Thing, Infinity
Thinking beyond thought, being of non-being,
Certainty without reason and vision beyond seeing.
Everything and nothing, both infinite and finite.
Where nothing escapes or travels beyond light.
A time without end, when all exists for all eternity;
Fascinating paradox, this thing called infinity.
An end without an ending,
From here to eternity, and back to the beginning;
An endless sojourn
From which there is no return.
For, there was, and yet, never is a beginning,
And there never will be an ending;
Only, an end, continually becoming.
~ Gene Margolis ~
Just take a look outside tonight and contemplate the infinity of space.Its vastness is too huge for us to see. We’re in an infinite, never-ending, never-beginning universe.
Endings are beginnings...to infinity and beyond!
Sending love to you... xoxo
The water tower in the middle of the chapel bridge is part of the historic city fortification of Lucerne and is considered a landmark of the city.
The 35-metre-high octagonal and slightly leaning tower complements the city fortification towards the lake. Its construction time cannot be determined with certainty, but certainly after 1262, so even before the chapel bridge built. It has long served as a defensive and watchtower, as well as a cornerstone of the city's fortification. Over the years, he was a city archive, treasury, dungeon and torture chamber.
It is mentioned for the first time in 1367. The existing roof chair dates back to 1339. Since 1939 the tower has been rented to the Lucerne Artillery Association. The tower is rarely open to the public, usually only in summer.
On the lower floor of the tower is a dungeon. Its walls are three meters thick, there are neither windows nor doors. Access is only possible via an opening in the floor of the room above. The dungeon was probably used as a prison until 1759 and then abandoned. On the first floor is the so-called treasury. It served as a prison and as an interrogation and torture chamber until 1759. From 1759 to 1798 the state treasure was kept here, from 1798 to 1803 the room served again as a prison and from 1804 to keep the securities of the community. The second upper floor was until 1759 the place of storage of the Lucerne State Treasury and the State Archives.
When it was discovered in 1758 that money had been stolen for years, it was converted into a prison (until 1802). From 1804 to 1919 he again housed the municipal archive. The striking stork nest on the top of the tower has not been used for over 100 years. The 15-metre-high attic served as an interrogation and torture chamber. Since 1892 alpine sailors have been breeding here in a colony, which is supervised by the Ornithological Society of the City of Lucerne (OGL), since 1959 on behalf of the City Council of Lucerne. The Alpine sailing colony in the water tower is the largest Alpine swift "Tachymarptis melba" colony in central Switzerland.
Singapore has a sensibly regulated free market economy, combined with political stability and certainty based on the rule of law. A laser sharp focus on quality education has produced an industrious and well educated work force. Singapore is probably the only country in that has graduated from being a Third World Country to a First World one within a single generation.
These attributes have attracted many international investors that have turned Singapore into a powerhouse for global business and finance.
Several leading multinational corporations have established their regional headquarters in Singapore, and announce their presence in the form of competing skyscrapers that rival any skyline found in the leading countries of the world.
Lake Montriond is located in the Haute-Savoie in the French Chablais region. The lake is frequented by fishermen and especially by walkers and hikers.
The lake of Montriond was created by the collapse of a part of the mountain of Nantaux in the North West. This geological event, which is not dated with certainty (from 4500 years to 3 or 4 centuries!), caused a dam on the torrent which ran at the bottom of the valley, hence the
formation of the lake.
Le lac de Montriond se trouve en Haute-Savoie dans le Chablais français. Le lac est fréquenté par les pêcheurs et surtout par les promeneurs et randonneurs.
Le lac de Montriond est né suite à l'éboulement d'une partie de la montagne de Nantaux au Nord Ouest. Cet événement géologique non daté avec certitude (de 4500 ans à 3 ou 4 siècles !) a provoqué un barrage sur le torrent qui courait au fond de la vallée, d'où la formation du lac.
The Hercules Castle in Kassel, Germany, towers over the city with its majestic monument. To reach its summit, one must climb 539 steps. Each of them demands strength, perseverance, and the certainty that at the end of the effort awaits a magnificent view.
Kassel - septembre 2025
enitaimenipleis.blogspot.com/2012/03/abandoned-area.html
additional composition with orange objects found at my place and an actual piece of cloth.
Every year I count the days until our neighbor's Peanut Butter tree changes from a white flowered beauty to a red starred glory. "For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream."
Vincent Van Gogh
"For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream."
Quote - Vincent Van Gogh
May your dreams come true in 2020 and let your star rise and shine in every color you want ;-))
Model: 5-pointed Puff Star
Design: Oschene AKA Philip Chapman-Bell
There is a photo tutorial how to fold the star and also how to make
a decagon, both on the website of Oschene AKA Philip Chapman-Bell.
Or if you prefer a video tutorial by Paper Kawai.
So have fun folding ;-)
Paper: white glassine, decagon diameter 25cm
Final size: about 17cm
07-February-2022: it is (finally) the last photo I chose for this reportage and, as expected, you will decide which one (or two) of these 5 photos will remain in the future on Flickr.
In my future I hope that frozen car in the middle of the shot (which Jeep foolishly stopped producing with engines that exploit the great autonomy of traditional fuels), can accompany me for a few more years in these adventures, also given the impossibility of managing an electric or hybrid-plug in Car (the last is the maximum of non-sense, having to be slave to the unobtainable charging columns, and at the same time having to do 40 liters of petrol to go somewhere... Without the certainty of returning).
The charging infrastructures and any logistical spaces where to build them are completely missing; it is a real bluff, at least for southern Europe and a great part of the World.
The fact that electric cars cost a lot and that they are polluting anyway (lithium ion battery to be produced and disposed of and electricity produced by coal or, at best, nuclear power plants...), comes, however, AFTER the real impossibility of managing cars of this type today, tomorrow and always.
EXCEPT
Electric cars have a market only in countries where there is a lot of natural energy available, excellent charging infrastructures and very few people!
Not many all aroud the Planet.
This image is a quiet invocation a prayer whispered through sea oats and carried on the breath of dawn. The horizon glows with the soft promise of renewal, and the ocean hums beneath it like a living heartbeat. Each blade of grass bends toward the light, as if bowing in reverence to the day’s first blessing.
The sky unfolds in gradients of grace indigo surrendering to rose, rose dissolving into gold. It’s the kind of light that doesn’t just illuminate; it heals. The composition feels like a benediction, a reminder that even after the longest night, the world still remembers how to begin again.
This photograph is more than a coastal sunrise, it’s a moment of divine stillness, captured in the language of color and silhouette. It speaks to anyone who’s ever stood at the edge of the sea and felt the quiet certainty that life continues, that beauty returns, that peace is possible.
Collectors drawn to spiritual calm, natural renewal, and coastal serenity will find this piece deeply restorative. It belongs in spaces meant for reflection homes, studios, sanctuaries wherever light and silence are welcome guests.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.
The buried moais of Easter Island - Secrets, history and location:
They are perhaps the most typical moais and the ones that you will see the most in all of Easter Island. It is about those giant heads that protrude from the ground and are the typical figure of all of Rapa Nui. But why are they different from other statues? What makes them so special? Is it true that they have a buried body? I'll tell you then.
About the buried moai:
There is a popular belief that moai are only heads, but the truth is that these statues have a full body and the heads that are seen in the typical tourist images of Rapa Nui, hide a remaining two or three meters of these giants underground. .
But why are these moai buried and not on top of the Ahu like most other statues? The answer is simple and is related to the carving and construction of the same. The construction of the moais was divided into 4 stages:
* In the first place they carved one of the stones that was in the Rano Raraku volcano. These figures were carved directly in the rocks buried or that came out of the volcano.
* Once the base figure of the moai was finished, they carved and removed the stone from its base to move it.
* This stone was then buried so that it would remain standing and the finer details (features, eye sockets, etc.) could be finished.
* Once finished, they moved the moai to its final location (one of the many Ahu on the island).
Okay, so why did these moai remain buried and are not on an Ahu? Simply because the natives did not finish the job and left them halfway (the reason is still unknown).
Theories about the heads of Easter Island:
As I said in the previous point, there is still no certainty about why these moais are buried, but what there are are two theories accepted by the experts.
In the first place we have those who affirm that the moais are buried in holes previously dug to finalize the details and carvings that these statues have.
As a second theory, there are those who say that they were left there (halfway to Ahu) and that later, the climatic changes were burying them little by little until they became the outstanding heads that they are today.
Buried moai size:
Although they vary in size and although not all the moai have been unearthed to have an exact average, those that have been taken from the earth measure between 6 and 7 meters, thus exceeding 4 meters of most of the statues that are in the Ahu.
On the heads (the part that protrudes), they measure on average two meters in height (one third of the total height).
Body of the moais:
Although the shape is very similar to that of the moais that are on the Ahu, there are some differences that are worth mentioning:
* The body (the buried part) is bright yellow. This was the original color of all the moais but these are the only ones that maintain it since the earth protected them from the deterioration that the other giants did suffer.
* The average size of the buried statues is 6 meters, while the average size of the Ahu moais is 4 meters.
* Buried moai have a larger and more prominent nose than Ahu moai.
* Unlike the statues of the Ahu, there is no buried moai that wears a Pukao (red cap on its head).
* The heads of Easter Island do not have the eye sockets carved. This leads us to believe that this part was carved after the moai was raised on an Ahu, that is, when it was already raised.
* Not all, but many of the buried moais have a stake-shaped base (to facilitate the burial of their body), while all Ahu moai have a flat base for standing.
Moai unearthed:
We already know what they are like, what their shape is and the main theories about why they are buried, but is there any record of the body of these heads? It does exist and it is quite impressive.
While there are many archaeologists who have unearthed and studied the moai, one of the most important projects is part of the Easter Island Statue Project, led by American Jo Anne van Tilburg from the University of California.
Jo and her team have already uncovered several bodies of these stone giants and their record is beyond incredible. Thanks to her work, new figures were discovered engraved on the backs of these colossi, new colors and new materials with which they were built.
The record of her work continues to surprise to this day.
Location heads of Easter Island:
Most (almost entirely) of the buried moai are found in the Rano Raraku volcano. It was from here that the islanders took the raw material to build the statues on the island and it was from here that they moved them to the Ahu or left them buried.
In the quarry, on the hillside and even in the crater of the volcano, I saw around 110 buried statues. The panorama and vision was really impressive. I couldn't miss this volcano, which unlike the other volcanoes that are distinguished by their natural environment, here the most impressive thing is to see the set of buried and assembled moais.
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
Lao Tzu
Kindness can transform someone’s dark moment with a blaze of light. You’ll never know how much your caring matters.
Amy Leigh Mercree
They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel.
Carl W. Buechner
To love a person is to see all of their magic, and to remind them of it when they have forgotten.
Anonymous
It is an absolute human certainty that no one can know his own beauty or perceive a sense of his own worth until it has been reflected back to him in the mirror of another loving, caring human being.
John Joseph Powell, The Secret of Staying in Love
I feel the capacity to care is the thing which gives life its deepest significance.
Pablo Casals
Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️
“It's clear to me now that I have been moving toward you and you toward me for a long time. Though neither of us was aware of the other before we met, there was a kind of mindless certainty bumming blithely along beneath our ignorance that ensured we would come together. Like two solitary birds flying the great prairies by celestial reckoning, all of these years and lifetimes we have been moving toward one another.”
― Robert James Waller
Image taken by the very talented Nuri Eos Portofino. ♥ Thank you snickerdoodle!
2/22/20
“It is an absolute human certainty that no one can know his own beauty or perceive a sense of his own worth until it has been reflected back to him in the mirror of another loving, caring human being.”
― John Joseph Powell, The Secret of Staying in Love
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Here an innocent bud of Morning glory, maybe Ipomoea Cairica since this plant has more than 300 species, so only an specialist to identfy with absolutely certainty.
Truly Madly Deeply_Savage Garden
Talen @ Meadow Rose maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Forever%20Neverland/152/13...
Please check out Loegan Magic wonderful version of this same pose. Just click on the link www.flickr.com/photos/154050624@N03/30236483258/in/dateta...
I want to stand with you on a mountain.
I want to bathe with you in the sea.
I want to lay like this forever.
Until the sky falls down on me
And when the stars are shining brightly in the velvet sky,
I'll make a wish send it to heaven then make you want to cry
The tears of joy for all the pleasure and the certainty.
That we're surrounded by the comfort and protection of
The highest power, in lonely hours, the tears devour you
Songwriters: Daniel Jones / Darren Hayes
Explore #347 - 6.25.09
This is the third photo in the "soft series" I've been posting this week. Hope you like it! No texture today, didn't feel this needed it. ;)
Hope everyone has an awesome day today! HBW! :)
There he was... Not louder than the room.
Quieter. Grounded.
He simply arrived with the kind of presence that changed the air.
A steadiness she did not have to question.
A certainty that did not need to become control.
A masculine calm that lowered the pressure.
I was never 'to much'
I was simply waiting for the right place to be myself
Our chemistry creates those magic sparks
but it is your consistency that keeps the fire burning
♥
Canon EOS 6D - f/8.0 - 1/100sec - 100 mm - ISO 1600
- for Flickr group 'Macro Mondays', theme: 'Pick Two
-"striped/jagged/delicate pottery"
-This box with lid, made by artist Anneke Schuurmans, we bought at an art exibition in 1991.
Width is 5cm. The blue in the bokeh are Iris sibirica "Perry's Blue".
-This pottery is so called Raku ware.
The Raku technique is essentially when glazed ceramics are taken from the kiln while they are still glowing red hot and are then placed in a material that would be able to catch fire, such as sawdust or newspaper. This technique is used to starve the piece of oxygen, which creates a myriad of colors within the glaze. Raku firing without glaze on them means that the oxygen is taken from the clay itself rather than a glaze, which results in some areas having a matte black coloring.
Raku firing creates completely unique pieces as there is never a certainty as to how the final piece will turn out. Raku essentially creates a unique design every time, so there is less control on the outcome.
I can say with certainty, male and female. They mated a second later, as they turned away from this nice flat profile. On a Lantana bloom.
"Ashera is neither kind nor loving to the beings of this world. Neither is she holy nor base, angel nor devil. She is...restriction. Order. Stability. Past. Certainty. Restraint. She is Ashera."
Read more at I am Asa
The water tower in the middle of the chapel bridge is part of the historic city fortification of Lucerne and is considered a landmark of the city.
The 35-metre-high octagonal and slightly leaning tower complements the city fortification towards the lake. Its construction time cannot be determined with certainty, but certainly after 1262, so even before the chapel bridge built. It has long served as a defensive and watchtower, as well as a cornerstone of the city's fortification. Over the years, he was a city archive, treasury, dungeon and torture chamber.
It is mentioned for the first time in 1367. The existing roof chair dates back to 1339. Since 1939 the tower has been rented to the Lucerne Artillery Association. The tower is rarely open to the public, usually only in summer.
On the lower floor of the tower is a dungeon. Its walls are three meters thick, there are neither windows nor doors. Access is only possible via an opening in the floor of the room above. The dungeon was probably used as a prison until 1759 and then abandoned. On the first floor is the so-called treasury. It served as a prison and as an interrogation and torture chamber until 1759. From 1759 to 1798 the state treasure was kept here, from 1798 to 1803 the room served again as a prison and from 1804 to keep the securities of the community. The second upper floor was until 1759 the place of storage of the Lucerne State Treasury and the State Archives.
When it was discovered in 1758 that money had been stolen for years, it was converted into a prison (until 1802). From 1804 to 1919 he again housed the municipal archive. The striking stork nest on the top of the tower has not been used for over 100 years. The 15-metre-high attic served as an interrogation and torture chamber. Since 1892 alpine sailors have been breeding here in a colony, which is supervised by the Ornithological Society of the City of Lucerne (OGL), since 1959 on behalf of the City Council of Lucerne. The Alpine sailing colony in the water tower is the largest Alpine swift "Tachymarptis melba" colony in central Switzerland.
La seule façon d'identifier avec certitude ce moucherolle c'est par son chant. L'oiseau étant en tous points identique au Moucherolle des aulnes.
The only way to identify with certainty this flycatcher is by his singing. The bird is in all respects identical to the Alder Flycatcher.
Taken at Lana (Now Closed)
The gateway led somewhere but there is no telling where exactly that is. As if to make things mor difficult, there is more than one to choose from and there is no certainty that you can return to try the others. Making choices that could be long term or even short term (there is really no telling, is there?) tend to take a lot of energy that procrastination is allowed to sink in momentarily or perhaps a little longer than a moment.
When that step is taken to pass through the gateway, a whole new experience unfolds. It tickles the senses for a moment until it becomes somewhat of a routine. As much as looking back and thinking about all the other gates is tempting, it is a realization that this was the right choice in that moment and there is no changing anything for the better. This was the best.
Right ahead, more gates appear and it only causes more excitement and anticipation on which one will be chosen next to break this overbearing routine.
“A bird in hand is a certainty. But a bird in the bush may sing.” - Bret Harte. That gentle touch between human and birds is such a great feeling. It seems easier to make a connection to the Chickadees than any other bird. These guys often take time to look at you. It is sad that we have to be so careful now with the spread of the Avian flu. Last year they had to kill all the birds in our park because of it. Hopefully, our birds can survive this flu. I would miss hearing the birds singing in the bush.
The best he could do was to make a more or less well-founded guess :-)
Vero Charles Driffield
The Actinograph, 1880
Science Matters!
rose, 'Dream Come True', little theater rose garden, raleigh, north carolina
THE LITTLE ONES OF HARTLEY LANE
Chapter Twelve — She’s Ours
🎵 You've Got a Friend — Carole King
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eAR_Ff5A8Rk&list=RDeAR_Ff5A8R...
The following morning, Eliza was helping Pippa sort ribbons when Alfie suddenly looked up.
“Why does she get ter call yer Miss Philippa?”
Pippa blinked.
“She doesn’t get to, Alfie. She simply did.”
“Can I?”
“Of course you can.”
Alfie considered this carefully.
“Miss Philippa.”
He pulled a face.
“Sounds funny.”
“Then don’t.”
“Nah. I like it.”
Tommy glanced over.
“Yer been callin’ her Miss ’Artley for weeks.”
“That’s different.”
“How?”
Alfie thought for a moment.
“Dunno.”
Pippa laughed.
“And you may call me Miss Philippa too, Tommy.”
Tommy nodded.
“Yes, Miss Hartley.”
Silence.
Alfie grinned.
Tommy sighed.
“...Miss Philippa.”
“Thank you, Tommy.”
“She’s trainin’ yer,” Alfie whispered.
“Give over, Alfie.”
Later that afternoon, a gentleman arrived at Hartley’s carrying a leather folder
He was polite enough, but his questions soon made Tommy uneasy.
How long had the children been staying with Miss Hartley?
Where had they lived before?
Was Miss Hartley intending to continue caring for them?
Pippa answered calmly.
Then the gentleman looked towards the children.
“Of course, Miss Hartley, you understand that other arrangements may need to be considered.”
Tommy stepped forward.
“What arrangements?”
“Nothing has been decided, young man.”
“Eliza stays with me.”
The gentleman looked at him.
“She’s my sister.”
Tommy glanced at Alfie.
“And he stays too.”
Alfie stared at him.
“He’s my brother.”
The gentleman hesitated.
“But Miss Hartley is not related to any of you.”
Tommy answered before he had time to think.
“She’s ours.”
The shop fell silent.
Even Alfie said nothing.
Tommy slowly turned towards Pippa.
For the first time, the certainty disappeared from his face.
“...Aren’t yer, Miss Philippa?”
Pippa looked at him.
Then at Eliza, clutching Dolly.
Then at Alfie in the cap she had made especially for him.
She smiled.
“Yes, Tommy.”
Her voice was quiet but certain.
“I am.”
Tommy turned back to the gentleman.
“There, then.”
Alfie nodded solemnly.
“That settles that.”
“Alfie,” Pippa warned.
“Just sayin’.”
The gentleman looked from one determined face to another.
Then, to Tommy’s surprise, he smiled.
“I can see there is rather more to this arrangement than I was led to believe.”
Pippa rested her hands upon the counter.
“These children have a home here, sir. Whatever formal arrangements are required, I shall make them.”
The gentleman nodded.
“I think that can be arranged.”
He closed his folder, wished Pippa good afternoon and left.
The bell above the door gave one final little jingle.
For a moment, nobody moved.
Then Eliza ran first.
She threw herself at Pippa, Dolly caught between them.
Alfie followed immediately, wrapping both arms around Pippa’s waist.
And then, to Pippa’s surprise, Tommy came too.
No hesitation.
No worrying about whether he was too old.
No trying to be the grown-up.
He simply put his arms around Pippa and held on.
Pippa looked down at the three children gathered around her.
Then she wrapped her arms around as many of them as she could.
“So nobody’s takin’ us anywhere?” Alfie asked, his voice muffled against her dress.
“Nobody is taking you anywhere.”
“Good.”
Alfie squeezed her a little tighter.
“Got work tomorrow.”
Tommy laughed.
A proper laugh this time.
Pippa closed her eyes and held them.
And nobody noticed that sometime during that ordinary afternoon, Miss Hartley had quietly disappeared from their little family.
From then on, she was Miss Philippa.
Pippa had once believed she was simply giving three hungry children some supper.
The children had believed they were staying for only one night.
None of them could have known where that first small kindness would lead.
But Tommy knew now.
So did Eliza.
So did Alfie McGee.
And finally, so did Pippa.
They were a family. ❤️
Made with my Second Life avatar, Ai and edited in Photoshop
༺ Photography and Story by Pippa ༻
Not every chapter begins with certainty. Some begin with a deep breath, a grateful heart, and the courage to trust the next sunrise.
Prompt:
Charly (see image) is sitting on a rustic wooden fence, Her expression is serene and contemplative. Her golden retriever lies at her feet, looking up at her with a happy expression. A small blue bird perches on a wooden post nearby.
A sun-drenched, rolling countryside meadow at golden hour. Tall grass, wildflowers, and rose bushes are abundant.
In the background, rolling hills are covered in trees, and a horse grazes peacefully in a distant field. The overall atmosphere is tranquil and idyllic, evoking a sense of rural serenity.
A highly detailed, realistic digital painting with a romantic, impressionistic quality. The color palette is dominated by warm golden yellows, soft oranges, and earthy greens, complemented by the cool tones of Charlys jacket and the bluebird. Textures are rendered with detail, from the delicate lace of her dress to the rich fur of her beloved companion.
Warm, soft, diffused sunlight characteristic of the golden hour. The light casts long shadows and creates a warm, ethereal glow over the entire scene.
the entire scene.
*Shout out to Adrian who once again has inspired me to create images I never thought I could. :)
They say the look is a window to the soul. It is possible that that day, she let me in there. I have no doubt that her eyes spoke, more than the whole dictionary. Always consider that words were important. But that day, for the first time in my life, I understood. Maybe I thought that saying the right words was the secret, the key to reaching the heart of the person you love. Life is complex, painful at many times, but who is lucky to curl their fears in the eyes of the person who accompanies your steps, is a wonderful gift. Certainly the use of the word in these times has lost value. Betrayal is just around the corner. That's why when I look at those eyes, I know it will be a great day.
Dicen que la mirada es una ventana al alma. Es posible que aquel día, ella me allá dejado entrar. No dudo que su mirada hablo, mas que todo el diccionario. Siempre considere que las palabras eran importantes. Pero ese día, por primera vez en mi vida, entendí. Tal vez consideraba que decir las palabras correctas era el secreto, la llave para llegar al corazón de la persona que amas. La vida es compleja, dolorosa en muchos momentos, pero quien tiene la suerte de acurrucar sus miedos en la mirada de la persona que acompaña tus pasos, es un maravilloso regalo. Ciertamente el uso de la palabra en estos tiempos, ha perdido valor. La traición está a la vuelta de la esquina. Por eso cuando miro esos ojos, sé que va ser un gran día.
Lake Montriond (France) was created following the landslide of part of the Nantaux mountain in the north-west. This geological event, which is not dated with certainty (from 4500 years to 3 or 4 centuries!), caused a dam on the torrent that ran at the bottom of the valley, hence the formation of the lake.
Le lac de Montriond (France) est né suite à l'éboulement d'une partie de la montagne de Nantaux au Nord Ouest. Cet événement géologique non daté avec certitude (de 4500 ans à 3 ou 4 siècles !) a provoqué un barrage sur le torrent qui courait au fond de la vallée, d'où la formation du lac.
I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish, I'll be your fantasy
I'll be your hope, I'll be your love, be everything that you need
I love you more with every breath truly, madly, deeply do
I will be strong, I will be faithful 'cause I'm counting on
A new beginnin'
A reason for livin'
A deeper meaning, yeah
I wanna stand with you on a mountain
I wanna bathe with you in the sea
I wanna lay like this forever
Until the sky falls down on me
And when the stars are shining brightly in the velvet sky
I'll make a wish, send it to heaven and make you want to cry
The tears of joy for all the pleasure and the certainty
That we're surrounded by the comfort and protection
Of the highest powers
In lonely hours
The tears devour you
Lake Montriond is located in the Haute-Savoie in the French Chablais region. The lake is frequented by fishermen and especially by walkers and hikers.
The lake of Montriond was created by the collapse of a part of the mountain of Nantaux in the North West. This geological event, which is not dated with certainty (from 4500 years to 3 or 4 centuries!), caused a dam on the torrent which ran at the bottom of the valley, hence the
formation of the lake.
Le lac de Montriond se trouve en Haute-Savoie dans le Chablais français. Le lac est fréquenté par les pêcheurs et surtout par les promeneurs et randonneurs.
Le lac de Montriond est né suite à l'éboulement d'une partie de la montagne de Nantaux au Nord Ouest. Cet événement géologique non daté avec certitude (de 4500 ans à 3 ou 4 siècles !) a provoqué un barrage sur le torrent qui courait au fond de la vallée, d'où la formation du lac.
"Among them walked a figure who stood apart — not for loud boasts or laughter, but for the magnetic calm in his bearing. His gaze was focused as he took in the castle with the awareness of someone whose ambition reached beyond trade. He strode as though he belonged anywhere he chose, yet a keen alertness sharpened his demeanor. He exuded control, certainty — the aura of a man who required no validation from those around him. His unflinching eyes swept over the gathered nobles, assessing, calculating, but betraying nothing of his thoughts..."
The second major attraction point within Tahai is the famous Ahu Vai Uri. The Ahu Vai Uri, which in Spanish means dark water, is a platform with five moais of different styles that surprises all visitors.
Although the statues that perch on this ceremonial platform are somewhat destroyed, it is a unique sight in an incredible place.
A collapsed moai:
In the same area there are also remains of a moai on the floor. It is believed that this stone giant, which is now down, was part of the Ahu Vai Uri, the sixth moai of the ahu.
Although there is no certainty of its origin and the above are only theories, it is true that it is a real spectacle to see one of these colossi sleeping on the ground very close to his brothers who take care of him standing up from the heights.
The area has a kind of stone ramp that connects directly with the marine coast of the island, more than 7 moais in their respective Ahu and many elements that the islanders used in ancient times.
The name of this place literally translates as "The Bay of the Rat". The name of the little bay just behind the moai.
Ein Foto von der Oberseite der Flügel hatte ich ja schon vor ein paar Tagen hochgeladen. Als Laie fand ich es recht schwierig, den Schmetterling sicher zu bestimmen. Mit Hilfe der Unterseite der Flügel war ich mir dann aber ziemlich sicher, dass es sich bei diesem Perlmutfalter um einen Kaisermantel handelt. Falls es doch nicht stimmt bin ich wie immer für jeden Hinweis auf den Namen dankbar.
Um das Bild besonders detailreich sehen zu können, drückt die Tasten l (kleines L) und F11. Beim vergrößern nur durch Anklicken gehen viele Details verloren.
I uploaded a photo of the top of the wings a few days ago. As a layman, I found it quite difficult to identify the butterfly with certainty. With the help of the underside of the wings, I was pretty sure that this butterfly was a Silver-washed Fritillary. If it's not correct, I'd be grateful for any hint to the name as always.
To view this picture with the best resolution in full screen press the "l" (small L) and F11 keys. When enlarging the pic by just mouse clicking you lose quality. Enjoy!
The old track lies quiet now, its iron memory softened by moss and mist, carrying only footsteps where engines once roared. Between the two villages the path runs straight as an oath, laid down in an age of steam and certainty. Fog gathers where the rails once gleamed, as though the past still breathes beneath the soil. Trees stand like witnesses, remembering the smoke that once curled skyward in another time. Walkers tread where travellers once sped, moving through the layered hush of history. And in that quiet stretch of land, the old line dreams on, neither gone nor forgotten.
A light from above (125cmx105cm mixed media on paper )
She stands alone isolated in the soft tender gold sands of the desert content in her presence of being , in the peace and solitude alone with book and brush. She gazes deep in wonder as the stars glisten with moon echoing and receding the universe our constellation as light from above the heavens another realm out of this world moments with its warmth and grace leaves the feelings of peace and serenity as she looks ahead with certainty ...
My thoughts go deeply with Queen Elizabeth ll may she rest in peace.,.👑
l am also very much thinking about people who serve in the military who l have much respect and admiration for. My heart goes out to people who help others, those that save lives. 💓 👑🇺🇦🌎🌹🙏
If classical antiquity had overcome slavery; if curiosity had not been fused with conquest and colonisation; if the Declaration of Human Rights of 1789 had contained a paragraph on the abolition of the slave trade; if the Enlightenment and its successor civilisations had kept wisdom; if barbarism had not been the hallmark of the 20th century; if superstition had not returned via the social media; if we all had let go our crazy search for certainty. If.
Double exposure, one LED lamp. 7Artisans 35mm manual lens at F8.