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For a while Megan had been dropping big hints that she wanted to hike the Yorkshire Three Peaks. It's a long day out that involves just short of 26 miles of hill walking and over 5,200 feet of ascent. As a result there is no certainty over how long the hike will take and where you will be at any one time.
The butty stop couldn't have been timed any better as Flying Scotsman passed by over the viaduct at Ribblehead no more than five minutes after we took our break. If I had have had a little more time I would have made my way to the other side of the viaduct to get the sunny side, but you can't have everything.
Plover Hill forms the backdrop with Ingleborough out of sight to the right.
♬... L'Appuntamento/The appointment at 7 Via Luigi
I’ve Been Mistaken So Many Times
By Now That I Already Know
that Today its Almost A Certainty
I’ve Been Wrong About You But Once More
that You Can Change My Life…
to Accept This Strange Appointment
has Been A Madness!
I Am Sad Among The People
that You Are Passing By Me
but The Nostalgia Of Seeing You Again
it Is Stronger Than Weeping:
this Sun Shines On On My Face
a Sign Of Hope.
I Am Waiting When Suddenly
you Appear In A Distance!
love, Make It Soon, I Don’t Resist…
if You Don’t Come, I Don’t Exist
I Don’t Exist, I Don’t Exist…
and The Time Has Passed And It’s Raining
but Only To Wait
it Doesn’t Concern Me What The World Thinks
I Don’t Want To Go.
I Look Inside Myself And I Wonder
but I Don’t Feel Anything;
I Only Have is Hope
lost Among The People.
love Is You Already Late And I Don’t Resist…
if You Don’t Come I Don’t Exist
I Don’t Exist, I Don’t Exist…
lights, Cars, Showcases, Roads
everything Seems So Confusing
my Shadow Has Gotten Tired Of Following Me
the Day Dies Slowly.
it Doesn’t Befit Me To Return To My House
to My Sad Life
this Life That I Wanted To Give To You
you Have Crumbled Between The Fingers.
love Pardons But I Don’t Resist…
forever, I Don’t Exist Now
I Don’t Exist, I Don’t Exist..
General Watkins Conservation Area
Morley Missouri
Scott County
Photo taken on October 27, 2020
Walking in the rain is not something I do intentionally. However if there is a threat of rain, I will still go for my walk and take my chances. Well on this afternoon, my chances ran out. My little weather map I look at told me that the rain had passed. So i felt confident that I would stay dry. They call this shower a pop up. It’s part of the random occurrences of weather. We only know so much, the element of chance still has a say. That’s why they say there is a say 80% chance of rain. Only rarely can the tell us with any certainty when and if rain will occur. I didn’t mind it when there was just a mist, heavy fog that condensed on my sleeves. But as I continued walking the mist turned into a drizzle, which advanced to a shower, and finally by the time I reached the car it was a downpour.
..Is a daunting word
If you can’t wake up and know as a certainty how today will go,how can you make promises about something lasting for ‘always’?
Well,sometimes.. you just know.
for my part ,
i know nothing with
any certainty,
but the sight of the stars
make me dream.
vincent van gogh
these two entities, in their short life, take care of the survival of our planet. the common but, not wrong phrase, the day the bees die, the planet will not exist with life, as we know it, much longer, is a certainty.
I am not where I was or where l am headed.
I am here, in-between, living the moment;
sometimes with certainty, sometimes on a whim.
I am neither lost nor found
Ijust am.*
*I just am - from the book Hungry For Ghosts
My focus point is on the allium on the left. :) I hope to post a close-up of this flower on Wednesday. I’m still testing out my new Nikkor Z MC 105mm f/2.8 VR S lens and seeing what’s possible. I know that I still have a lot to learn, but it’s my new favourite lens.
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Many good Flickr friends are no longer here however, and I know that some of you are contemplating leaving. Whatever happens, I wish you continued inspiration and the very best. Thank you again for your friendship over the years and support. 💜x
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She settles into the stone not to challenge it, but to borrow its steadiness. One arm drifts back, the other rests where the moment finds her. Above, the pigeons gather and shift—uneasy, alert, always rehearsing departure.
She stays.
There is a kind of courage in choosing stillness without certainty, in letting yourself be seen before you know what will come of it. Not every pause is weakness. Some are where we learn how to rest.
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.
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Last touch up on my Christmas tree, a smell of pine and cinnamon all over in my house ... Christmas is coming!
The gorgeous Christmas tree you see was created by Noveny, also the beautiful shelf behind with the beautiful Christmas decorations was made by Noveny. These articles are splendid, especially for the attention they have given to details and textures. You can find all this Items in BEAUTY EVENT.
Now I want to focus your attention on my outfit, it was made by Eternus - Ruby Dress. Incredible how the textures give a sense of "softness" to the wool. Here, too, we can appreciate the attention to detail, but Eternus is an certainty♥
As often happens, my all skin is completely taken care of by Leronso, who has completely conquered me with his works. It's amazing how my avatar has changed for the better since using his creations. Today I use OLESYA skin for Lelutka EVO X for my head and for my body Realistic body skin v2 also by Leronso.
"Make a wish and place it in your heart. Anything you want, everything you want. Do you have it? Good. Now believe it can come true. You never know where the next miracle is going to come from. The next smile, the next wish come true. But if you believe that it’s right around the corner, and you open up your heart and mind to the possibility of it, to the certainty of it, you just might get the thing you’re wishing for. The world is full of magic. You just have to believe in it. So make your wish. Do you have it? Good. Now believe in it, with all of your heart. ~One Tree Hill"
i've been so busy the last days, catching up slowly...
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A foggy morning by the river.
Swans grazing quietly, as if they know something we don’t — yet.
And me… sometimes feeling lost in the fog, unsure of direction, but still standing.
And that’s okay.
Because even in the fog, we can pause, breathe, and observe.
Beauty often shows up when certainty disappears.
Korana River, silence, and white shapes in green.
A small winter moment of zen.
Maglovito jutro uz rijeku.
Labudovi pasu travu, kao da znaju nešto što mi još ne znamo.
A ja… ponekad se osjećam kao guska u magli — bez jasnog smjera, ali još uvijek na nogama.
I to je u redu.
Jer i u magli se može stati, gledati, disati.
A ljepota se ponekad pojavi baš onda kad nismo sigurni kuda dalje.
Korana, tišina i bijele točke u zelenom.
Dovoljno za jedan mali, zimski zen.
A colleague of mine, philosophy professor, was pestered by his students that he ought to look into himself when searching for answers. His reply was, that he had done so. "There is nothing in it", he said. It is a frightening answer. I would modify it by saying that everything that is in me I have put there myself - either actively by doing so, or passively, by allowing it to be put there. And that is frightening as well. To be fully responsible without knowing the answers, perhaps not even to be aware of the right kind of questions. This is a dilemma we should not run away from. Pseudo-certainties will not only not help, they are dangerous as well. But we can talk about the human dilemma. Perhaps agree on ways forward. "Nobody is perfect" is a helpful assumption. Knowing this is what makes us human. Leica M Mono, plus Leitz Elmar 4/135 at F8 (focus achieved in Live View).
Leica M8, Elmar 4/135 at F8 (or F11). I have occasionally addressed the veracity of the old adage "the camera can't lie" [of course it can't, but we can]. From time to time, there were follow-up comments about the small matter of truth in general - usually with an underlying assumption that we can't know the truth and that all we can rely on is our own existence and our self. Myself, I would answer the question of whether there is any certainty with a resolute "I don't know".
The reason is this: if we make an exclusivist claim about truth it would require a method of verification we all can subscribe to. For example, taking my own religion, the notion that Jesus Christ is Lord is such an exclusivist claim. But I can't verify it and most people wouldn't. The same issue would arise if somebody gets up and claims that "there is no certainty". It is not simply that many people would contradict. The problem is much deeper. "There is no certainty" is an exclusivist claim assuming a position of privileged knowledge (that is, a position of certainty - exactly contradicting the claim) and, like other exclusivist claims about truth, it can't be verified. So, is there any certainty? I am not sure, but we can talk about it.
The viaduct stretches over the fog like a luminous gesture of confidence. Its arches bear the certainty that even where the path seems hidden, a connection remains. The fog doesn't conceal, it protects – like a gentle promise that behind every veil, a new horizon awaits. In the mystical colors of the morning, the light shimmers like a message: that every crossing is a new beginning, and every step across leads the soul closer to its own heaven.
Author: Sandro Steinhuber & ChatGPT
Das Viadukt spannt sich wie eine leuchtende Geste der Zuversicht über den Nebel. Seine Bögen tragen die Gewissheit, dass selbst dort, wo der Weg verborgen scheint, eine Verbindung bleibt. Der Nebel verhüllt nicht, er behütet – wie ein sanftes Versprechen, dass hinter jedem Schleier ein neuer Horizont wartet. In den mystischen Farben des Morgens schimmert das Licht wie eine Botschaft: dass jeder Übergang ein Neubeginn ist, und jeder Schritt hinüber die Seele näher zu ihrem eigenen Himmel führt.
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.
Now that the days are getting shorter and the nights are getting colder, I would like to use my Monday flower greeting to return to the beginning of the year.
Let us remember when the first flowers appeared in the brown of last year's autumn leaves, when the birds singing greeted us again in the morning and we finally felt the warming sun on our skin.
At this point, this little beauty here, the forget-me-not, was also in full bloom.
And so I wish you many beautiful memories for this week (and not just for this week) and the constant certainty that such moments will keep coming. Especially in times when it seems a little darker and colder.
Jetzt, wo die Zeit beginnt, da die Tage immer kürzer und die Nächte immer kälter werden, möchte ich meinen montäglichen Blumengruß dazu verwenden, nochmals an den Anfang des Jahres zurück zu kehren.
Erinnern wir uns als die ersten Blüten im Braun der Herbstblätter vom letzten Jahr aufgetaucht sind, als uns morgens der Gesang der Vögel wieder begrüßt hat und wir endlich die wärmende Sonne auf unserer Haut gesprürt haben.
Zu diesem Zeitpunkt hat auch diese kleine Schönheit hier, das Vergißmeinnicht, in voller Blüte gestanden.
Und so wünsche ich Euch für diese Woche (und nicht nur für die) viele schöne Erinnungen und die immer währende Gewissheit, dass solche Momente immer wieder kommen werden. Vor allem in Zeiten, in denen es gerade etwas dunkler und kälter wirkt.
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First attempt at Aurora photography. Last night was a very dark, bitterly cold one with a howling wind, so not exactly ideal conditions. It helps not a lot that the phenomenom is barely visible to the naked eye, so the whole process is like trying to photograph a black cat in a darkened room with no certainty that the cat is actually there.
The lily used to be a popular design. Often a reference to Mary the Virgin, the lily symbolised purity, faithfulness, motherly love and, therefore as well, the reception of the deceased lady in heaven. These days, this kind of funeral symbolism is much less visible, if at all. It is unlikely that women today are "less pure" than they were long time ago. What has changed is probably our sense of aesthetics - gravestones tend to be simple, almost abstract these days. And the mourners' love for and the memory of the deceased is perhaps expressed differently - often now by grave goods such as mass-produced angel sculptures, teddy bears and plastic flowers. I also do not think that the bereaved ones are any different in their suffering than their ancestors were. What may have changed is the degree of "ontological certainty", our confidence in what is going to happen when we die. Leica M Mono, Voigtlander AS 2.8/90 wide-open.
At a tiny island by the shores of the Mediterranian Sea is the small chapel of Sant Vincent - the protector of all sailors and fishermen - out there in the ocean doing his job.
Here from a grey day in the early springtime.
From the Catholic online:
Sant Vincent: Martyr. It is known with certainty that he was put to death at Collioure, Gaul (modern France), under Emperor Diocletian (r. 284-305), although his Acts are considered quite unreliable.
From waymarking.com:
On a rocky promontory overlooking the sea, the Chapel of St. Vincent is located at the end of the esplanade of Collioure.
The small chapel dates from 1642 and at that time it was located on a very small rocky island. Sometime in the 19th Century, a dike was built that connects the mainland with the rock on which the chapel stands. According to legend it was on this rock that Saint Vincent was martyred.
The Chapel consists of a single small rectangular room with portal and above the entrance is the simple tower with the single bell.
by May Sarton
Alone one is never lonely: the spirit adventures, waking in a quiet garden, in a cool house, abiding single there;
The spirit adventures in sleep, the sweet thirst-slaking
when only the moon’s reflection touches the wild hair.
There is no place more intimate than the spirit alone:
It finds a lovely certainty in the evening and the morning.
It is only where two have come together bone against bone
that those alonenesses take place, when, without warning
the sky opens over their heads to an infinite hole in space;
It is only turning at night to a lover that one learns
He is set apart like a star forever and that sleeping face
(For whom the heart has cried, for whom the frail hand burns)
Is swung out in the night alone, so luminous and still,
The waking spirit attends, the loving spirit gazes
Without communion, without touch, and comes to know at last
out of a silence only and never when the body blazes.
That love is present, that always burns alone, however steadfast.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Maya Angelou
Stasera , guidando, ascoltavo questa canzone di Lucio Dalla:
......di una canzone d'amore
ecco il mistero,
Sotto un cielo di ferro e gesso l'uomo
riesce ad amare lo stesso.
Ama davvero , senza
nessuna certezza.
Che commozione, che tenerezza....
( L. Dalla, Balla, bella ballerino )
Song of love
...Of a love song , here is the mistery,
under a sky of iron and gypsum men can love just the same.
They love really with no certainty .
what emotion, what tenderness
...
.of a song of love
I am reaching near the end of my current photos, so this may be the last of this minimal lake series.
Although I have no idea what is in the folders on my computer or on my camera, so you may be force fed more. Either way, things may or may not be changing up soon. How's that for some certainty.
Have a tremendous Thursday people.
The Pearl Crescent is one of the most common and widespread butterflies in the eastern United States and parts of southern Canada, in particular Ontario.
It is also one of the hardest butterflies to identify with certainty, because of two very similar butterflies, the Northern and Tawny Crescents.
A wild plant growing on a river bank with very large leaves which I have not been able to identify with certainty. It might be "Butterbur" - (Petasites hybridus)
La música, mejor con auriculares._ Music, best witlh earphon
Titulo..............................Ruled by mars
Artista.............................Maika Makouski
Álbum............................. ( 2010 )
Genero............................Rock
Man having nothing to hold on, lacking any sense of certainty, being at risk of understanding the human condition. Four LED spotlights in a dark room, processed in macOS High Sierra photo editor.
In one way we think a great deal too much of the atomic bomb. “How are we to live in an atomic age?” I am tempted to reply: “Why, as you would have lived in the sixteenth century when the plague visited London almost every year, or as you would have lived in a Viking age when raiders from Scandinavia might land and cut your throat any night; or indeed, as you are already living in an age of cancer, an age of syphilis, an age of paralysis, an age of air raids, an age of railway accidents, an age of motor accidents.”
In other words, do not let us begin by exaggerating the novelty of our situation. Believe me, dear sir or madam, you and all whom you love were already sentenced to death before the atomic bomb was invented: and quite a high percentage of us were going to die in unpleasant ways. We had, indeed, one very great advantage over our ancestors—anesthetics; but we have that still. It is perfectly ridiculous to go about whimpering and drawing long faces because the scientists have added one more chance of painful and premature death to a world which already bristled with such chances and in which death itself was not a chance at all, but a certainty.
This is the first point to be made: and the first action to be taken is to pull ourselves together. If we are all going to be destroyed by an atomic bomb, let that bomb when it comes find us doing sensible and human things—praying, working, teaching, reading, listening to music, bathing the children, playing tennis, chatting to our friends over a pint and a game of darts—not huddled together like frightened sheep and thinking about bombs. They may break our bodies (a microbe can do that) but they need not dominate our minds.
C. S. Lewis
She stands at the edge of the city in soft layers and borrowed warmth—
white boots against wet stone,
fringe and fabric catching what little light the night offers.
Not dressed for certainty, but for becoming.
Her fingers lift into a small, familiar sign.
Peace.
Not a demand. Not a promise.
Just a hope held briefly in the air.
Behind her, the water keeps moving.
The city keeps glowing.
And somewhere between the two, tomorrow waits—
quiet, unfinished, and still possible.
"The only certainty" is an installation of the current exhibition "Apocalypse - End Without End" at the Natural History Museum of Bern.
It was a certainty that I would stop at Loch Clair to show Rob the view across to Liathach. What was far less certain was that we would be able to get a photo from there. On arrival, the light wasn't great and worse, the surface of Clair was almost wavy rather than just rippled. Rob was keen to have an explore though, so I took a couple of images looking towards Sgurr Dubh before finding a composition on Liathach and waiting it out. I got 'triple lucky' when the light picked out the mountain (and the verdant bank which lasted only 2 frames), the wind momentarily calmed for more-than-adequate reflections and a conveniently placed cloud nicely filled some dead space at bottom right.
At Anthem ~
Avani French Campaign Collection S Curve Stool
At C88 ~
Foxwood - Little Greyhound - stand
Other items used ~
7 - Applause Box B903 SOLID (The Stagemaster)
Avani Ludlow Collection Vessel Lamp
Avani Unknown Faces Tall
KraftWork Runner Rugs . Native 2
Kraftwork Eugene Bathroom . Bathtub
Kraftwork Eugene Bathroom . Mirror
KraftWork Eugene Bathroom . Toilet
Atelier Burgundy . Modern Easel Trio Wall . Iron
..::THOR::.. Glass with Sapling - Black
Apple Fall Potted Agave - Green
Apple Fall Plaster Vase w/ Beads
Apple Fall Ashton Iron Cabinet - Short
Apple Fall Coral Lid Jar w/ Bath Bombs
Apple Fall Bathroom Lotions
Apple Fall Clay Cat - Nuit
Apple Fall Stacked Magazines
Apple Fall Victorian Radiator
Apple Fall Violet Glass Bottles
Apple Fall Bath Brushes in Milk Glass Jar
Apple Fall Natural Sea Sponges in Cloche
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dust bunny . plant stands . medium
Nutmeg. Painted Soap Bottle
Nutmeg. Hand made Soap
Soy. Rolled Towels
Soy. Rolled Towel
MADRAS Savon Bar & Jar White
MADRAS Divya Hanging Candle
Elm. Thea Shelf
hive // classic bathroom hanging towel v1
hive // classic bathroom hanging towel v2
hive // classic toilet paper holder
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{anc} MoonLightLounge. ashtray stand
Loft & Aria - Amherst Candles
Mithral * Mini Pictus
“La vie à la campagne : entre rêve bucolique et réalité cocasse !”
Ah, la campagne… Ce doux fantasme d’Instagram où l’on s’imagine cueillir des œufs frais au petit matin, entourée de poules affectueuses et d’un soleil radieux. La preuve en image : sourire éclatant, cheveux au vent, et cette impression que tout est simple et parfait.
Mais derrière chaque œuf ramassé se cache une poule jalouse, prête à défendre son trésor comme une dragonne. Derrière chaque sourire se dissimule la lutte héroïque contre la boue, les bottes coincées, et l’odeur… comment dire… « authentique » du terroir.
Ici, on découvre que les poules ne sont pas que mignonnes : elles sont aussi des stratèges, expertes en cache-cache version œufs disparus.
Quant à la récolte matinale, elle se transforme souvent en parcours du combattant, entre glissades artistiques et négociations serrées avec les habitantes à plumes.
Mais qu’importe les désillusions, la campagne, c’est surtout des éclats de rire, des œufs (parfois cassés), et la certitude qu’aucune journée ne ressemble à la précédente. Après tout, qui a besoin d’une salle de sport quand on a des poules à attraper ?
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“Country Life: Between Bucolic Dreams and Comical Reality!”
Ah, the countryside… That sweet Instagram fantasy where you picture yourself gathering fresh eggs at dawn, surrounded by affectionate hens and radiant sunshine. Proof in the photo: a dazzling smile, hair blowing in the wind, and the impression that everything is simple and perfect.
But behind every egg collected hides a jealous hen, ready to defend her treasure like a dragon. Behind every smile is the heroic struggle against mud, stuck boots, and the… let’s say… “authentic” aroma of the land.
Here, you discover that hens aren’t just cute—they’re also strategists, experts at hide-and-seek with their mysteriously vanished eggs.
As for the morning harvest, it often turns into an obstacle course, with artistic slips and tough negotiations with the feathered residents.
But despite the little disappointments, country life is mostly about laughter, eggs (sometimes broken), and the certainty that no two days are ever alike. After all, who needs a gym when you have chickens to catch ?
I am a teacher of madness
I live my life on the tightrope
That separates the prison of the mind from fantasy
My future is in the present
And every day happily
I walk on the imaginary border
Of the horizon while you
Gentlemen spectators, watch me from the street
Hearts hanging on a sigh for fear that I fall
But my balance is in the sky
Like the dreams of poets
I could never live like you
Who always have the certainty of the earth beneath your feet
Outfit:
Complete Evening outfit Yalin Fashion KESHIA
Shot in Club Cupidus/a>
Maybe, out there somewhere,
the possibility of fear; the wall
that might tumble down, because it's for sure
that behind it is the sea.
Not fear.
Fear has a countenance;
It's external, concrete,
like a rifle, a shot bolt,
a suffering child,
like the darkness that's hidden
in every human mouth.
Not fear.
Maybe only the brand
of the offspring of fear.
It's a narrow, interminable street
with all the windows darkened,
a thread spun out from a sticky hand,
friendly, yes, not a friend.
It's a nightmare
of polite ritual wearing a frightwig.
Not fear.
Fear is a door slammed in your face.
I'm speaking here of a labyrinth
of doors already closed, with assumed
reasons for being, or not being,
for categorizing bad luck
or good, bread, or an expression
— tenderness and panic and frigidity - for the children
growing up.
And the silence.
And the cities, sparkling, empty.
and the mediocrity, like a hot
lava, spewed out over
the grain, and the voice, and the idea.
It's not fear.
The real fear hasn't come yet.
But it will.
It's the doublethink
that believes peace is only another movement.
And I say it with suspicion, at the top of my lungs.
And it's not fear, no.
It's the certainty
that I'm betting, on a single card,
the whole haystack I've piled up,
straw by straw, for my fellow man.
Rafael Guillen
Words for these troubled times. Thank you for your visit I hope you enjoy. :-)
Impresionante Descendimiento del siglo XIII.
Colocado en la zona alta del muro de separación entre la iglesia y el coro.
El grupo está constituido por figuras de considerable tamaño. Lo centra un cristo con forma de amplio arco desde las rodillas y que se estudia anatómicamente con gran detalle. Su tamaño es exagerado en relación con las demás figuras para realzar la importancia del personaje. El paño de pureza es largo. La cabeza está muy cuidada con rasgos y cabellos y la expresión es emotiva sin llegar a ser dramática.
José de Arimatea se apresta a tomar el cuerpo descolgado por Nicodemo, pero su gesto parece ser el de abrazarse al Crucificado. Nicodemo debía sostener las tenazas con las que arrancaba los clavos que lo sujetaban a la cruz. El primero, en especial, es una figura corpulenta y tocada con un bonete.
Todas las figuras se deben al mismo artista, y se tiene la casi total seguridad de que el conjunto estaba completamente terminado y policromado antes de 1279.
Impressive Descent from the 13th century.
Placed in the upper area of the separation wall between the church and the choir.
The group is made up of figures of considerable size. It is centered on a Christ in the shape of a wide arch from the knees and which is studied anatomically in great detail. Its size is exaggerated in relation to the other figures to enhance the importance of the character. The purity cloth is long. The head is well cared for with features and hair and the expression is emotional without being dramatic.
Joseph of Arimathea prepares to take the body taken down by Nicodemus, but his gesture seems to be that of hugging the Crucified. Nicodemus had to hold the tongs with which he pulled out the nails that held him to the cross. The first, in particular, is a corpulent figure wearing a bonnet.
All the figures are due to the same artist, and there is almost complete certainty that the set was completely finished and polychromed before 1279
“While the rest of the species is descended from apes, redheads are descended from cats.”
― Mark Twain
As I am a natural redhead, despite my pink hair these days, I believe Mark Twain 'hit it on the head," so to speak! This is more about me, but Nutmeg does know we are "the same" in many ways! I certainly feel part of "The People" here! :)
Happy Caturday! - Quotes and Sayings
Vertical scramble ... aka pins & needles ... not sure if that's how the lamb felt, but I know with 100% certainty, that's how I felt.
Watching these young lambs as they followed the ewes all over the mountainside ... up and down those cliffs. I found myself so incredibly nervous for them, though they seemed to be quite comfortable with it. Good thing too, as they will be needing those skills throughout life for their survival. Sometimes they're jumping from cliff to cliff, other times they're running up these vertical sections, or as in this case, descending on them. Thankfully the "photo shoot" was a safe one for them. Such amazing animals. :-)
Thanks so much for stopping by to view and especially for sharing your thoughts and comments.
© 2015 Debbie Tubridy / TNWA Photography
Contemplation is the highest expression of . . . intellectual and spiritual life. It is that life . . . fully awake, fully active, fully aware that it is alive. . . . It is a vivid realization of the fact that life and being in us proceed from an invisible, transcendent and infinitely abundant Source. Contemplation is . . . [an] awareness of the reality of that Source. . . . Contemplation is a sudden gift of awareness, an awakening to the Real within all that is real. A vivid awareness of infinite Being at the roots of our own limited being.
-Thomas Merton’s encounter with Buddhism and beyond: his interreligious dialogue, inter-monastic exchanges, and their legacy / Jaechan Anselmo Park, OSB.
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“. . . the unshakable certainty, the clear and immediate knowledge that heaven was right in front of me, struck me like a thunderbolt and went through me like a flash of lightning and seemed to lift me clean up off the earth.”
-Thomas Merton, The Secular Journal of Thomas Merton (New York, NY: Farrar, Straus & Cudahy, 1959), 76–77.