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The Abbey of San Cassiano is a Benedictine abbey located in the vicinity of the town of Narni, Umbria – province of Terni.
The Abbey of San Cassiano is mentioned for the first time with certainty in a document, dated 1081, of the Abbey of Farfa . But as a result of the discovery of further documents, it can be deduced that the abbey existed several years before and therefore dating is certainly to be placed at least the second half of the tenth century
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When the girl found herself lost—truly lost, not just in the “wrong turn on the trail” way but in the heavy-in-the-chest, nowhere-feels-right way—she sat by the water and waited.
The sunset painted everything gold. The wind softened. And the birds arrived.
The white bird stepped closer first, tilting its head as though inspecting her worry.
“People ask maps,” it said, “but maps only know where they are, not where you need to be.”
The brown bird settled beside her, its feathers ruffled from the long day.
“When you don’t know where to go,” it murmured, “ask those who spend their whole lives traveling.”
“They mean us,” a goose honked from a rock, annoyed she hadn’t figured it out.
The girl laughed in spite of herself. “Alright then,” she said. “Where should I go?”
The birds didn’t answer right away. They watched the ripples on the water, the drifting seeds, the sky unraveling into dusk colors.
Finally, the white bird spoke:
“Go where the wind doesn’t push you away.”
The brown bird added:
“And where you don’t have to shrink to fit.”
The goose flapped its wings.
“Also—avoid the place with the fox. Trust me.”
The girl stood, brushing grass from her palms. And somehow, without any directions at all, she suddenly knew what they meant:
Go where things feel light.
Go where you can breathe.
Go where your presence doesn’t feel like an interruption.
She bowed her head in thanks.
The birds nodded, already preening, already forgetting the guidance they gave—because for them, knowing where to go was as natural as breathing.
And as she walked away, she felt the quiet certainty she had been missing:
When you don’t know where to go,
ask the birds.
They always know the sky.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GCtpeYiezm0
Cages or wings?
Which do you prefer?
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I bought an Acer plant a few years ago. Each autumn its leaves have turned yellowish. This year it turned a deep red.
I learned according to Forestry England it's because the hotter summer resulted in more sugar production, which resulted in deeper pigmentation.
www.forestryengland.uk/news/spectacular-autumn-ahead-fore...
As I am not a leaf I cannot confirm this with full certainty but I'll go with what they are saying.
Although, I cannot agree with the cheerful tone with which the soaring temperatures are being described. Replacing "thanks to" with "due to" and "warm" with "hot" would go a long way.
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"In the season
of the bright yellow ginkgo
you left
against the backdrop of a sky
gray and cold
There were no words
and there is no other life
The hearth is now extinguished
the old house ruined
the vineyard abandoned
I am as usual far away
can only touch with thought
the ancient stones
With the ladle I collect
and pour the icy copper water
in this unquenchable thirst
I retrace the used roads
the silent rooms
the dusty sickle and spade
lonely in the corner
The past is irretrievable
and the present surprises us
always unprepared
I make plans for the future
like a cunning general
I put my thoughts in advance
on hypothetical battlefields
But tomorrow is changing
there is no certainty for us"
© Eli Medier
Lee Abraham - Live For Today
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t's getting close to that rinse of year again
You never know how the day will make you feel
The clouds above seem to go from white to black
Blocking out the sun who knows when it comes back
Watch the seasons turn as another year goes by
Feel the winter chill as we long for summer's high
The autumn chill has you reaching for the sun
As winter spreads the cold I light the fire that burns
The warming heat and the mesmerizing flame
Has you looking for the summer rain again
Watch the seasons turn as another year goes by
Feel the winter chill as we long for summer's high
Watch the seasons turn as another year goes by
Feel the winter chill as we long for summer's high
Watch the seasons turn as another year goes by
Feel the winter chill as we long for summer's high
Watch the seasons turn as another year goes by
Feel the winter chill as we long for summer's high
We made it through the cold we turned the page
The snow and the frost are gone we await the coming stage
I'm watching you I'm watching how the sun begins
I wait for you to take all the winter chill away
Watch the seasons turn as another year goes by
Feel the winter chill as we long for summer's high
The days they get so long more rinse to adjust
But still we just always say that there's no time for us
I'm watching you I'm watching how our lives go on
I wait for you to say everything will he OK
Watch the seasons turn as another year goes by
Feel the winter chill as we long for summer's high
It's like four seasons in a day it's like it never ends
As soon as it starts for us you know you can depend
Watch the seasons turn as another year goes by
Feel the winter chill as we long for summer's high
There's never such certainty in life but that's the game
Just watch the seasons turn never with a sense of shame
Watch the seasons turn as another year goes by
Feel the winter chill as we long for summer's high
Although our intellect always longs for clarity and certainty, our nature often finds uncertainty fascinating.
-- Karl Von Clausewitz
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Tears are not Enough
ABC
1981
U.K. #19
“Searching for certainty
When it's such an unstable world
Searching for something good”
Time for a splash of colour, even though it was a rainy day!
68031 ‘Felix’ arriving at a soggy Seamer with 1T64 12:34 Scarborough to York on 21st December 2020.
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The orginal 1/25th second shot had a bit of movement in it but I thought I'd add to it with a bit of zoom blur in Photoshop. Wondering if I've overdone it a bit.......
I'd taken some photos of the Elizabeth Line shortly after it opened but I knew there was loads more photographic potential that remained untapped.
When I was last in London I therefore spent a bit of time exploring a couple of the stations. Pretty sure this shot was taken at Liverpool Street Station but can't say with any certainty as they all look almost identical.
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From Wikipedia, "The Elizabeth line is a high-frequency hybrid commuter rail and rapid transit service in London and its suburbs. It runs services on dedicated infrastructure in central London between London Paddington and Abbey Wood; along the Great Western Main Line from London Paddington to Reading and Heathrow Airport in the west; and along the Great Eastern Main Line between Liverpool Street and Shenfield in the east. The service is named after Queen Elizabeth II, who officially opened the line on 17 May 2022 during her Platinum Jubilee year; passenger services started on 24 May 2022.
Under the project name of Crossrail, the system was approved in 2007, and construction began in 2009. Originally planned to open in 2018, the project was repeatedly delayed, including for several months as a result of the COVID-19 pandemic."
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When you scream, it sounds like a lullaby
When you beg, I get all gooey inside
Tonight I take your eyes, mind and tongue
To spread the word and watch your kingdom come
Another night with you, another wound
You keep me in stitches, you tear me to pieces
I need new voices in my head to speak my secret evils with
I need new lovers in my bed to be my friends and special pets
I need your scent all over me
I need to taste your blasphemy
I need to know with certainty that the nectar was worth the squeeze
It's just the way that we are diseased
It's the blade that stains us
It's the sweetest disease
It's so contagious
It's just the way that we are diseased
I's the blade that stains us
It's the sweetest disease
It's so contagious
Once upon a time
I ripped the wings from my spine
But when I hide inside your eyes
I still pretend that I can fly
Tell me every secret
So you can fall in love
Then to fall to pieces
I need new voices in my head, a new disguise for me to hide
I need new lovers in my bed to feed my secret appetites
I need your sins all over me
I need to taste this tragedy
I need to know with certainty the nectar was worth the squeeze
~Otep
Song: Special Pets
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The bush where I go horse riding.
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"For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream."
Vincent Van Gogh
My mother-in-law collected antique perfume bottles long ago. Now I have the privilege of admiring the cut glass designs and playing with colors reflected in their interesting shapes. I can easily see what drew her to collecting these small treasures.
For my part, I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream
Vincent van Gogh
...
I refuse to swallow that dust, that aching earth, that bitten sand,
that certainty of living which my flesh accepts
when it learns that the world and this body
turn like a sign the celestial eye can't read.
I don't want, no, to whine and lift my tongue,
to sling it like a stone that shatters a face,
that smashes the glass of those vast skies
beyond which no one hears the sounds of life.
[from I am Destiny in A Longing for the Light by Vicente Aleixandre
Hope (which is the embodiment of eschatology) can see what will be, and so empowers both faith and charity. To know the certainty of resurrection, the heart must open to God with a dilation caused by liturgical asceticism across the years of our life.
-David W. Fagerberg, Consecrating the World On Mundane Liturgical Theology
In the pouring rain, she walks along the tracks of an abandoned station, with no clear destination, but one certainty: she’s running from a past too heavy to bear. The world around her feels blurred, erased by the mist and raindrops, but each step brings her closer to somewhere else. No trains pass through here anymore, yet she knows this twisted path will lead her to a long-awaited freedom. In the silence, only nature stands as her quiet witness, observing her transformation...
In the period of preparation the soul loves in emptiness. It does not know whether anything real answers its love. It may believe that it knows, but to believe is not to know. Such a belief does not help. The soul knows for certain only that it is hungry. The important thing is that it announces its hunger by crying. A child does not stop crying if we suggest to it that perhaps there is no bread. It goes on crying just the same. The danger is not lest the soul should doubt whether there is any bread, but lest, by a lie, it should persuade itself that it is not hungry. It can only persuade itself of this by lying, for the reality of its hunger is not a belief, it is a certainty.
-Simone Weil, “Forms of the Implicit Love of God,” an essay written in April of 1942.
> Éclaire-moi, quand le soleil ferme les yeux et abandonne l’horizon.
Alors ton phare s’éveille, comme une promesse qui refuse de céder à la nuit.
Quand l’un se couche, l’autre se lève, gardien silencieux de mes déroutes.
Entre vos deux lumières, mon cœur apprend qu’il n’est jamais tout à fait seul.
Le jour, ta chaleur trace des chemins d’or sur mes doutes.
La nuit, ta flamme veille, fine et obstinée, au bord de mes peurs.
Vous vous passez le relais comme deux sentinelles d’un même serment.
Et dans ce cycle sans fin, j’entends la certitude d’un amour qui ne se lasse pas de briller.
> Light me up, when the sun closes its eyes and abandons the horizon.
Then your lighthouse awakens, like a promise that refuses to surrender to the night.
When one goes down, the other rises, a silent guardian of my wanderings.
Between your two lights, my heart learns it is never truly alone.
By day, your warmth draws golden paths across my doubts.
By night, your flame keeps watch, slender and stubborn at the edge of my fears.
You pass the torch like two sentinels of the same vow.
And in this endless cycle, I hear the certainty of a love that never tires of shining.
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Early morning, still night darkness
The Cathedral of Linköping is the second biggest church in Sweden, and is 110 m long and 107m in height.
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Year 1153 was the stone church with certainty completed, which emerges from the documents of the Church Council in the same year, it was then a Romanesque basilica and about half as large as today.
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The rain had stopped, leaving behind glistening cobblestones reflecting the golden glow of the bridge’s lamps. The city was silent, save for the whisper of the wind and the steady rhythm of their hearts. They had drifted apart, lost in the currents of time and unspoken words. Yet, on this misty night, as if drawn by fate, their steps had led them back to each other.
No words were needed,just a glance, a hand reaching out, and the quiet certainty that they had never truly let go. Under the streetlights, they no longer questioned whether to move forward together… They already knew.
I believe this is a Needham's skimmer, but I don't know enough to say with absolute certainty. Happy Wings Wednesday AND Happy Bokeh Wednesday!
Adrienne blinked, stunned. “What do you mean I remember from times past?”
Kayla’s voice softened. “Every soul carries echoes. No matter how many lives you've lived, something always lingers—instincts, fragments… a pull toward what you once were.”
Adrienne narrowed her eyes. “You’re saying I was reincarnated… and that I used to be a Jumper?”
“I don’t just think it—I know it,” Kayla said, certainty in her voice. “It’s in your lineage. Your DNA. Your bloodline. You, I came from the same origin. You’ve reincarnated dozens of times since the beginning always connected to that spark.”
Adrienne’s disbelief flickered behind her guarded expression, but something in her shifted—curiosity, maybe. Or dread.
“I hope we can awaken some of your memories,” Kayla said gently. “So you won’t have to relearn everything from scratch.”
She reached out, pressing her fingertips to the side of Adrienne’s head. Eyes fluttering closed, she inhaled deeply, then held the silence like a thread between them.
Adrienne’s mind went blank and saw she saw intense bright light.
A moment passed. Then another. Kayla’s smile broke quietly across her face.
“Yes… it’s all there. Buried deep, but intact.”
“What’s there? What did you do?” Adrienne asked, her voice wary.
“Everything,” Kayla said. “The instincts, the paths you once walked as a Jumper. It's all there. Once you begin using your abilities, it’ll start returning.”
Adrienne shook her head, uncertain. This is insane, she thought. How did I get into this...
Kayla opened her eyes and responded without missing a beat. “Not insane. Just… more real than you’re ready to admit.”
Adrienne flinched. “That was— You were in my head. I heard you inside my head.”
Kayla grinned, playful and sure. “Yup. You’ve got this. Don’t block it—believe.”
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In addition to the shot of NRFF deep in the Lehigh Gorge at Penn Haven as seen here: flic.kr/p/2nEJvDV I also made a point to photograph the Lehigh Gorge Scenic Railway excursion while out here. Just over a mile south of M&H Junction at Penn Haven as seen in that photo is a location on the railroad known as Old Penn Haven (five miles on foot or bike from the nearest road). This was once where the Lehigh Valley Railroad mainline swung over and crossed the river to the east bank. When exactly the railroad was realigned and the new bridge was built I'm not sure, perhaps after the floods in 1911 but if anyone knows with certainty I'd be interested to learn.
Located at MP 129.7 on modern day RBMN's Lehigh Division mainline this wide spot along the right of way features a small runaround where LGSR power usually swaps ends. However this day they simply paused for a moment and then reversed directions and shoved back the 7 miles to Jim Thorpe. Here is the 3 PM excursion basking in the sun between the green hills of the surround gorge with the sharp OCS units in charge. As for these two F units, 270 (former NS 4270) and 275 (former NS 4275) are an F9A and F7B respectively acquired at auction in November 2019 when Norfolk Southern divested their executive power.
Old Penn Haven
Lehigh Township, Pennsylvania
Sunday August 14, 2022
At the Berlin Botanical Gardens, inspired by:
"For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream."
Vincent van Gogh
1,5 Millionen Lichtpunkte haben den Ort ein paar Wochen lang verzaubert - genau was man braucht an den dunkelsten Tagen des Jahres...
I who learned to fly, with each flight
of pure teachers
in the forest, in the sea, in the
streams,
back in the sand
or in dreams.
I stayed here, tied up
to the roots,
to the magnetic mother, to the earth,
lying to myself
and flying
only inside of me,
alone and in the dark.
That's why I profess
the clarity that never stopped
and I learned from the birds
the thirsty hope,
the certainty and the truth of the flight.
Excerpt from the poem "El vuelo" by Pablo Neruda
Auld Lang Syne , Isles of Scotland (99, 125, 18) - General
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Afraid of the Dark
"I'm afraid of the dark," he said,
but what he meant, I couldn't grasp.
I'm afraid of the light instead.
What more could terrify me than a future I have to face,
a gleaming torrent of certainty,
a resounding push forward,
but the dark?
The dark is my putty; a shadowy liquid,
a fickleness that prays on hope and fear,
and with it holds an escape.
He fears the dark because it can deceive him.
I fear the light because it is the truth.
Written by
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from: hellopoetry.com
When you scream, it sounds like a lullaby
When you beg, I get all gooey inside
Tonight I take your eyes, mind and tongue
To spread the word and watch your kingdom come
Another night with you, another wound
You keep me in stitches, you tear me to pieces
I need new voices in my head to speak my secret evils with
I need new lovers in my bed to be my friends and special pets
I need your scent all over me
I need to taste your blasphemy
I need to know with certainty that the nectar was worth the squeeze
It's just the way that we are diseased
It's the blade that stains us
It's the sweetest disease
It's so contagious
It's just the way that we are diseased
I's the blade that stains us
It's the sweetest disease
It's so contagious
Once upon a time
I ripped the wings from my spine
But when I hide inside your eyes
I still pretend that I can fly
Tell me every secret
So you can fall in love
Then to fall to pieces
I need new voices in my head, a new disguise for me to hide
I need new lovers in my bed to feed my secret appetites
I need your sins all over me
I need to taste this tragedy
I need to know with certainty the nectar was worth the squeeze
~Otep
Song: Special Pets
Adrienne blinked, looking around at the unfamiliar place. Glancing at Kayla “Where are we?”
“We’re in an alley in Rome. Are you hungry?” Kayla smiled.
"Hungry? I’m starving," Adrienne said, pressing a hand to her stomach. "I haven’t eaten in hours. Rome, Italy??"
Kayla smirked. "Seems like I’ve heard that before. My favorite restaurant is just around the corner. Yes, Italy."
A loud bang caused both girls to jump and turn to look outside. Nerves commented Kayla.
Inside, Kayla scanned the restaurant and requested a booth in the farthest corner, darkened and private. She slid in close to Adrienne, their thighs pressed together as she ordered a bottle of red wine. Leaning close to Adrienne, her voice barely audible. "We need to talk quietly. They’re everywhere. Listening."
The waiter approached, bottle in hand, and gave them a knowing glance. Their heads were tilted toward each other, the space between them minimal as he poured their glasses.
Adrienne inhaled sharply, scanning the restaurant with growing unease. Then, turning back to Kayla, she whispered, "What exactly just happened back at my place?"
Kayla swirled her wine in the glass before taking a slow sip. "It’s more about what didn’t happen. They found us, things went sideways. I jumped, but you got stranded. I jumped back to get you out."
Adrienne shook her head slightly, not understanding. "There were two of you?"
Kayla leaned in closer, her voice barely audible. "Yes. I jumped back in time—I was there with you. But when I jumped back again, a ‘future me’ appeared. Two timelines converged."
Adrienne studied her carefully. "And where is the other you now?"
Kayla exhaled softly, fingertips brushing against the stem of her glass. "She jumped when we did. After that, I’m not sure. What I did was risky. It created what’s called a timeline knothole—a loose end. She still exists in the timeline we were in. But by pulling you out, I changed it."
Adrienne’s gaze flickered over Kayla’s face, searching for certainty. "If anything happens to her…?"
"IF something were to happen, depending on what point in time it happens, , it could affect me in this timeline. It’s dangerous."
Adrienne took a breath, her fingers tightening around her glass. Kayla tilted her head, studying her reaction, then offered a sly smile. "I know it’s confusing. Try the wine."
They sipped in silence, their shoulders nearly touching. Kayla tore off a piece of bread, then asked, "How did you find the device?"
Adrienne sighed. "I was in an antique store…" She hesitated, staring at her glass. "It was like it called to me. I should never have touched it. That’s when the trouble started."
Kayla’s expression darkened. "It had belonged to another jumper—they left it out as bait. You heard it because you’re one of us. They weren’t sure but the moment you activated it, even briefly, you were on everyone’s radar."
What if I hadn’t activated it?
Kayla poured more wine in their glasses. “They would have taken it back and almost certainly would have killed you.”
Adrienne swallowed hard. "What happened to the other jumper?"
Kayla met her gaze, voice barely above a whisper. "They killed her."
Adrienne froze, stunned, just as the waiter placed their plates of pasta in front of them.
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They met on an ordinary afternoon, the kind where you don’t expect your life to change.
At first it was just glances, a shy smile, small conversations about nothing in particular — but something about the way the other one laughed made the world feel brighter.
They fell in love slowly, like sunlight spreading across a room.
Dates turned into weekends together, weekends into years, and before long, there was a proposal — not with fireworks, but with trembling hands and eyes full of certainty.
Marriage wasn’t a fairy tale every day, but it was real.
They learned to fight fairly, to forgive quickly, to sit quietly together without needing words. They faced money troubles, job changes, and sleepless nights with newborn cries.
They celebrated first steps, awkward school plays, and late-night talks with teenagers.
The years rushed by.
They built traditions — Sunday morning pancakes, summer camping trips, winter movie marathons.
They held each other through grief, loss, and illnesses, always returning to the same quiet promise: we’ll get through this together.
Then one day, the house was quieter. The kids had lives of their own.
They took walks hand in hand, traveled when they could, and found themselves laughing over the same old stories.
Now, sitting side by side, watching the sun go down over the ocean, they look back not with regret, but with gratitude.
Their life wasn’t perfect — it was better. It was theirs.
And as they glance at each other, wrinkled faces soft with love, they know they’ve kept their very first promise: we stayed.
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Alan Jackson - Remember When
8-10 mm. Completely reddish brown colored blowhead fly with yellow head. The different species from this genus are difficult to distinguish. Only the females can be determined with certainty, based on the shape of the cleat. The ordinary crooked body has a light that is flattened and barely protruding.
Similar species
Looks a lot like the mystical crook body, but can be distinguished by the flattened cleat. Species from the genus Myopa are also colored red-brown, but have a white head.
Biotope
The species parasitizes on bumblebees and can therefore be found everywhere where bumblebees can be found: from gardens and city parks to moors and bogs.
Appearance
A general species that is spread all over the Netherlands. Flight time late May to early September.
Herkenning
8-10 mm. Geheel roodbruin gekleurde blaaskopvlieg met gele kop. De verschillende soorten uit dit genus zijn moeilijk van elkaar te onderscheiden. Alleen de vrouwtjes zijn met zekerheid te determineren, aan de hand van de vorm van het klampje. De gewone kromlijf heeft een klampje dat afgeplat is en nauwelijks uitsteekt.
Gelijkende soorten
Lijkt veel op de mystieke kromlijf maar is aan de hand van het afgeplatte klampje te onderscheiden. Soorten uit het genus Myopa zijn ook roodbruin gekleurd, maar hebben een witte kop.
Biotoop
De soort parasiteert op hommels en is daarom overal te vinden waar hommels te vinden zijn: van tuinen en stadsparken tot heide en hoogveen.
Voorkomen
Een algemene soort die verspreid over heel Nederland voorkomt. Vliegtijd eind mei tot begin september.
The days when operating the Rhäsa Tanklager was a certainty for Hector Rail's former Di6 locomotives are long gone. On September 27, 2025, two former NSB locomotives stood idle in Nossen, while EuroDual 2159 261 of Netzwerkbahn Sachsen was busy with the tank wagons transporting diesel. In the photo, the train from the Tanklager has almost arrived at Nossen station. After a quick shunting maneuver, it continued towards Döbeln.
"If one has the answers to all the questions - that is the proof that God is not with him. It means that he is a false prophet using religion for himself. The great leaders of the people of God, like Moses, have always left room for doubt. You must leave room for the Lord, not for our certainties; we must be humble."
- Pope Francis
Nikon D 300 18-200 VR
Il existe de multiples variétés de mouettes. Identifier la bonne espèce avec certitude est affaire de spécialiste. Leur plumage diffère selon les saisons Heureusement, chez tous nos amis Laridés ( Mouettes, Goélands, Sternes et Labbes ), les mâles et les femelles sont identiques.
Il y a cependant quelques différences notables qui ne peuvent échapper à I'œil du néophyte.
Nous avons retenu les principales espèces. Le goéland railleur en Camargue, le goéland d'Audouin en Corse, certaines espèces de haute mer ou quelques espèces égarées comme la mouette bougmestre ne manqueront pas de vous rappeler qu'ornithologue est un métier.
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There are many varieties of gulls. Identifying the correct species with certainty is a matter specialist. Their plumage varies seasonally Fortunately, among our friends Laridae (Gulls, Terns and Jaegers), males and females are identical.
There are some notable differences which can not escape I'œil the neophyte.
We have identified the main species. The slender-billed gull in the Camargue, the Audouin's gull in Corsica, some species of sea or a few species such as gulls lost bougmestre not fail to remind you qu'ornithologue is a profession.
The Shed at Old Warden is a famously mysterious structure whose exact age and function is unclear. Some say that it is a portal to a parallel universe, others that it is houses the infinite number of expendable volunteers used to hold up the bunting for planes, such as the one in the picture, to fly under. What is known with certainty, however, is that it has the uncanny ability to appear unbidden and unexpectedly in a great number of otherwise fine aeroplane photographs.
The DHC-1 Chipmunk is 1940's trainer used by many air forces around the world, including that of Canada whose national markings it carries, and remains a popular aircraft for private pilots.
The white square visible on the grass below the aircraft is the target for flour bombing attempts by this and 3 other barnstorming aircraft. As the announcer told us, 'The safest place to be standing in the entire airfield during the flour-bombing is on the target itself - they never manage a direct hit', and he was right!
the tree has no opinion about time. it grows in both directions through both moments - roots down into what we call future, branches up into what we call past, or perhaps the reverse. we are the ones who need sequence, who need to know which way time flows. but the water holds no such certainty. it reflects without interpretation, showing that warm and cool, ending and beginning, memory and anticipation exist in the same instant. perhaps this is what stillness teaches: that time is not a line we travel but a point we occupy, that every moment contains all moments, that the only direction is now. the tree already knows this. it has always known.
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Changing Seasons
Shot with a Minolta "CE Rokkor 80 mm F 5.6" (enlarging) lens on a Canon EOS R5.
A huge apology to everyone yet again for my longish absence.
For several months it's been just one mini crisis after another so my photography more or less had to go on hold.
I can't say with any certainty that I will be any more efficient in my postings, so I will just do as and when....
Fortunately my interest hasn't waned , but unfortunately I'm getting a bit desperate to have my cataracts done as it's almost impossible to get the focus right with any certainty!
It's my own fault as it's something I kept putting off cos I'm a cowardy-custard! Now the lockdowns are here I could have to wait a year apparently! Oh my .....
I'm not complaining as I know everyone is suffering one way or another, so I'm counting my blessings.
Anyway - as you've probably guessed , this is another from my archives ! I changed the original to black and white to show the various reflections more and I also curved the lines of the blind behind to give a bit of surrealism.
Cattails sway about madly as extreme winds blow in behind a late autumn cold front. I love experiencing rapid weather changes brought on by storms. There's a feeling of disarray, both in the landscape and sky, as air masses collide. Vast amounts of energy are released in the process, an abundant source of creative motivation just waiting to be tapped.
Out in this open meadow, the gusty wind was whipping everything around me into a continuous blur. Very difficult to focus the eye on any one thing when everything is in motion. Photography truly becomes more of a shoot by feel process rather than one of looking through viewfinder. As is often the case, I'm responding more to how the scene makes me feel rather than how it actually looks.
The cattails delineate an impassable boundary for me. Stems from an irrational fear of snakes. Even as a child, I equated cattails with marshes and wetlands and a high probability of harboring snakes. Even with snakes in hibernation in this freezing cold air, the tangle of overgrowth and the certainty of sinking into mud in the still soft earth was more than enough to deter me. Still I lingered on the verge; the scene almost comically bleak, the sky a dark shade or murder gray.
> On raconte qu’ils se sont choisis un soir où la ville avait l’air trop étroite pour leurs rêves.
Ils n’avaient ni plan ni promesse, juste cette certitude étrange que la vie ordinaire ne serait jamais faite pour eux.
Sur la banquette usée d’une voiture volée à la routine, ils ont tracé un pacte invisible : rester ensemble, quoi qu’il en coûte à leurs certitudes.
Ce n’était pas la gloire qu’ils cherchaient, encore moins la légende, mais une façon de sentir chaque seconde brûler un peu plus fort.
Les routes poussiéreuses devenaient leur seule adresse, les motels anonymes leur seul refuge.
Ils savaient déjà que tout pouvait s’arrêter d’un coup, mais ils préféraient la fragilité du risque à la lenteur d’une vie sans éclat.
Chaque détour était un pari, chaque regard échangé une question silencieuse : « Jusqu’où iras-tu avec moi ? »
Et dans le reflet tremblant des vitres, ils se découvraient plus vivants que jamais, même si le monde commençait déjà à se retourner contre eux.
> They say they chose each other on a night when the city felt too small for their dreams.
They had no plan and no promises, only the strange certainty that an ordinary life would never fit them.
On the torn seat of a car stolen from routine itself, they drew an invisible pact: stay together, no matter what it cost their certainties.
They were not chasing glory, not even legend, but a way to feel every second burn a little brighter.
Dusty roads became their only address, nameless motels their only shelter.
They knew everything could end in a heartbeat, but they preferred the fragility of risk to the slow fading of a quiet life.
Every turn was a wager, every shared glance a silent question: “How far will you go with me?”
And in the trembling reflection of the windows, they discovered themselves more alive than ever, even as the world began to turn against them.
Hay algo indescriptible cuando el sol se eleva sobre los ghats de Varanasi, los escalones espirituales que conducen al Ganges, el río sagrado de India y el más místico del mundo. En ese momento, la certeza de que nos encontramos ante el despertar del mundo, de la Tierra y todas sus aristas, alcanza su cúlmen cuando alguien entona una oración en silencio o un sacerdote reza frente a este caudal que recalibra los sentidos.
Durante cualquier viaje a Varanasi, adelantar la alarma del reloj (antes de las 5:30, para ser exactos) supone la mejor forma de disfrutar de los muchos matices que ofrece esta ciudad ubicada en el estado de Uttar Pradesh. Pero siempre, eso sí, bajo el conocimiento parcial de lo que vamos a encontrar en sus riberas. Porque Varanasi puede que no sea la ciudad más monumental de India, pero sí la que evoca gran parte de su espiritualidad. La determinación de quienes se bañan en sus aguas buscando limpiar sus pecados para alcanzar la iluminación e interrumpir el samsara, concepto que engloba el deambular por diferentes vidas en función de sus actos.
There is something indescribable when the sun rises over the ghats of Varanasi, the spiritual steps leading to the Ganges, India's sacred river and the most mystical in the world. At that moment, the certainty that we are facing the awakening of the world, of the Earth and all its edges, reaches its peak when someone intones a silent prayer or a priest prays in front of this flow that recalibrates the senses.
During any trip to Varanasi, setting your alarm clock ahead (before 5:30, to be exact) is the best way to enjoy the many nuances that this city located in the state of Uttar Pradesh has to offer. But always, yes, with partial knowledge of what we are going to find on its banks. Because Varanasi may not be the most monumental city in India, but it is the one that evokes much of its spirituality. The determination of those who bathe in its waters seeking to cleanse their sins to achieve enlightenment and interrupt samsara, a concept that encompasses wandering through different lives depending on their actions.
The specific origin of the Generals of the Ulla cannot be assured with certainty, but, due to the common characteristics of these masquerades, it is necessary to look for it in the different armed confrontations that occurred in the region throughout the 19th century: first the fight against the French invasion and, later, the revolution of 1846, which ended with the battle of Cacheiras, with the troops of each of the sides crossing the spaces in which this carnival is kept alive today. The different Carlist wars that took place in Spain during the nineteenth century would undoubtedly help create a collective astonishment that led to their ridicule.