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This Month I will be Posting eight mini groups of four pics....titled 8x4
Because I'm Lazy all pics from one group will be posted at the same time. So 4 Pics will be posted and then nothing until the process is repeated with the following group.
I am sure a few Pics have already made an appearance in the past but if you can tolerate my crap then you can also tolerate me Sunbathing and drinking a little Red wine this month.
There are lots of Projects in the Pipeline.
Next Month will be devoted to a New Theme.....EUCALYPTUS; ...of which 4 pics will be present here.
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The wonderful Parque Tony Gallardo is devoted to 'local' plants. There's a smallish waterway and lots of marvellous plants and trees. Of course they attract manifold birds among which this pair of Glossy Ibises. Fantastic.
The park was named for the sculpting artist and socialist politician Antonio Gallardo Navarro (1929-1996), who was also a defender of the native culture of the Canary Islands.
The Seven Sisters before sunrise and the Coastguard Cottages, Cuckmere Haven, Seaford, Sussex.
With my trusty valentine assistant, Janet xx
I love Halloween. A single day devoted to celebrating darkness and scary things. But that day is preceded by a month-long build-up when all sorts of ghostly yard displays begin to pop up in the neighborhood. Some of them show wonderful creativity while others look more like someone going through the motions. As I drive (or walk) this time of year my eye is constantly being pulled this way and that taking in the displays. I often stop to photograph the most imaginative. My personal preference is pseudo realism but without the blood and gore often seen when people get carried away. But for me the best of the season is not decorated yards and houses. It's those houses that exhibit a sense of eerie darkness all year round. These places need no decorations. Their presence is felt the moment you see them. I'm drawn to places like this and never seem to outgrown the fascination. Autumn days greatly enhance the look of these structures; as leaves fly and shadows length, it takes very little imagination to sense fear and trepidation. This house is one of my local favorites and it never disappoints.
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Closeup of Devoted to her - [DPSP] Devotion
You are going to feel so much love and devotion that it is going to scare you.
You aren’t used to being the object of so much tenderness; and maybe you even think you don’t deserve it.
But you do.
You know you do.
Embrace it with open arms and let it wash over you.
* The Mind’s Journal*
Long experience has taught me that people who do not like geraniums have something morally unsound about them. Sooner or later you will find them out; you will discover that they drink, or steal books, or speak sharply to cats. Never trust a man or a woman who is not passionately devoted to geraniums.
~ Beverley Nichols, "Merry Hall"
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The funerary chapel contains prefigurations of the Virgin and Themes of Resurrection and Judgment. Like the narthexes, the program of the parekklesion is divided between the Virgin and Christ. Here, however, the overriding theme is Salvation, befitting a funeral chapel. The western domed bay is devoted to the Virgin; the upper walls represent Old Testament prefigurations of the Virgin, emphasizing her role in Salvation. The eastern bay is devoted to the Last Judgment. The complex program of the chapel culminates in the conch of the apse, where the Anastasis (Harrowing of Hell) is represented, flanked by scenes of resurrection. Unlike the narthexes and the naos, the parekkelsion is decorated with frescoes
CHORA MONASTERY
In the northwest part of the historical center of Constantinople and in a small distance from the Byzantine gate of Edirne, Chora Monastery is located. Its name comes from the use of the word “chora” (the lands/dwelling place) in the mosaic of Christ as “Chora of the Living” and in the mosaic of Panagia as “Chora of the Uncontainable” in the interior of the church.
From the old monastic complex, only the katholikon remains till today. Furthermore, we are not sure about its dedication to Christ or Panagia, or even to both of them.
Equally doubtful remains the foundation time of the monastery, since not only the years of Justinian I (527-565) have been suggested, but also the years of Heraclius (610-641). However, there is certainty that during the 12th century a grand church is being built, while in the beginning of the 14th century it is widely renovated. This was the extended renovation program, funded by the logothetes tou genikou, Theodore Metochites, who associated his name to the monument, thus sealing the greatest period in all of its history. The construction of the double narthex and the south chapel, which were decorated with mosaics and frescoes respectively, is attributed to Metochites. These works comprise the greatest expression of the Palaiologan art during the artistically rich reign of Andronicus II (1282-1328) and they are still admired by all.
On the day of the Fall of Constantinople in 1453, the monastery was one of the first religious monuments to undergo the plunder. Later, at the end of the 15th century and the beginning of the 16th century, Chora was transformed into a mosque named Kariye.
The restoration of the monument, the reveal but also the cleaning of the mosaics was made in two periods, the first one in the beginning and the second in the mid-20th century.
The Chora Monastery operated as a museum (Kariye Müzesi) from 1945 to 2020, when it was converted back into a mosque by decision of the Turkish authorities.
ΜΟΝΗ ΤΗΣ ΧΩΡΑΣ
Στη βορειοδυτική πλευρά του ιστορικού κέντρου της Κωνσταντινούπολης και σε μικρή απόσταση από τη βυζαντινή πύλη της Αδριανούπολης, βρίσκεται η περίφημη Μονή της Χώρας. Το όνομά της οφείλει στον προσδιορισμό των ψηφιδωτών του Χριστού ως «Χώρας των Ζώντων» και της Παναγίας ως «Χώρας του Αχωρήτου» στο εσωτερικό της.
Από το παλαιό μοναστηριακό συγκρότημα σήμερα σώζεται μόνο το καθολικό του. Ως προς την αφιέρωσή του, δεν γνωρίζουμε με βεβαιότητα αν ανήκε στο Χριστό, στην Παναγία ή και στους δύο.
Εξίσου αμφίβολος είναι και ο χρόνος ίδρυσης της μονής, που τοποθετείται είτε επί βασιλείας Ιουστινιανού (527-565), είτε στα χρόνια του Ηρακλείου (610-641). Το βέβαιο είναι πως στον 12ο αι. κτίζεται μεγαλόπρεπος ναός, ενώ στις αρχές του 14ου αι. δέχεται ριζική ανακαίνιση. Πρόκειται για το εκτεταμένο πρόγραμμα εργασιών που εκτελέστηκε με χρηματοδότηση του λογοθέτη του γενικού Θεόδωρου Μετοχίτη, ο οποίος συνέδεσε το όνομά του με αυτό το μνημείο, σφραγίζοντας την πιο λαμπρή περίοδο στην ιστορία της μονής. Σε εκείνον οφείλεται η κατασκευή του διπλού νάρθηκα και του νότιου παρεκκλησίου, τα οποία διακοσμήθηκαν με ψηφιδωτά και τοιχογραφίες αντίστοιχα. Τα έργα αυτά αποτελούν την κορυφαία έκφραση της παλαιολόγειας τέχνης της πλουσιότατης καλλιτεχνικά βασιλείας του Ανδρονίκου Β΄ (1282-1328), και αντικείμενο θαυμασμού ειδικών και μη.
Την ημέρα της άλωσης του 1453, η μονή υπήρξε μεταξύ των πρώτων εκκλησιαστικών μνημείων που δέχθηκαν τη λεηλασία. Αργότερα, στα τέλη του 15ου με αρχές του 16ου αι., η Χώρα μετατράπηκε σε τζαμί με το όνομα Kariye.
Η αναστήλωση του μνημείου, η αποκάλυψη αλλά και ο καθαρισμός των ψηφιδωτών του πραγματοποιήθηκαν σε δύο περιόδους εργασιών, την πρώτη στις αρχές και τη δεύτερη στα μέσα περίπου του 20ού αι.
Η Μονή της Χώρας λειτούργησε ως μουσείο (Kariye Müzesi) από το 1945 έως το 2020, οπότε και μετατράπηκε εκ νέου σε τζαμί με απόφαση των τουρκικών αρχών
«…Каждый украшает себя, чем может…» (Кот Бегемот) (Mikhail Bulgakov - The Master and Margarita)
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These wooden planks carried the giants of Hollywood...
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It was established by Lionel Chouchan, André Halimi, and then Mayor of Deauville Michel d'Ornano, with support from the Groupe Lucien Barrière in providing a luxurious setting for the Festival.[3] Although not competitive at its origin, the festival began to award prizes for feature films in 1995 and short films in 1998.
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Lee, it seemed, had been keeping himself busy over the last few months. Well, depending upon your definition of “busy” he had anyway. In his case he’d devoted much of his time to box sets and peanut flavour M&Ms. To think that he was once the scourge of the local five a side football circuit with those razor sharp flailing elbows and darting runs down the left wing. When we cycled from Roscoff to Chinon, he sailed up steep hillsides in the Loire Valley as if they weren’t there. In Scotland he marched to the top of the Devil’s Staircase without pausing for breath. I was pretty fit at the time too, but I could never keep up with him when a slope reared up in front of us. We nicknamed him “Stannah” in deference to his supreme climbing capabilities, after a well known manufacturer of stairlifts. Today, all of that seemed a distant memory as he stared bleakly ahead at the lofty summit of Ger Tor. He looked at us as if he needed to summon up the product after which he’d been named to help him to the top. We hadn't told him the worst of it yet. Ger Tor was only the halfway point.
By the time we arrived at the granite boulders on top of Ger Tor, we were all huffing and puffing to varying degrees. Far below us lay Tavy Cleave, cutting through the valley in lazy white curves. The sunlight would never reach the river at this time of day. We'd have to be here a lot earlier to make it sparkle through our lenses. But we had another view in mind, and for that we needed to push on up to Hare Tor, which now straddled the landscape like a colossus to the north. Dave had hatched a plan that held much promise, and today was the only day upon which we could mount our drive for the high ground. Come here on Tuesday or Wednesday and we’d probably be Swiss cheese within minutes. The military use the area for exercise on dates that are published on their website, and they like to practise with live ammunition. When you see a sign that tells you not to pick up any interesting looking objects because they might just explode and take your head off, it kind of focuses your attention. That would be a bad hair day for certain - if you had any hair left, that is. But on Monday the red flags weren’t flying. We could wander around to our hearts’ content without being shot at.
After a brief, chocolate fuelled rest on top of Ger Tor, I was ready to press on. I left Dave to break the news to Lee that we needed to stand on top of “that one over there” to get our shots this evening, so I didn’t see the wounded expression on his face. After all, it was Dave’s idea to do this. I just agreed that it looked like a very good plan as long as we didn’t mind a bit of oxygen deficit and accepted that we’d probably get caught in the odd spell of hard rain while out on open ground along the way. For a solid half mile we pushed on across boggy terrain, past curious black bullocks that stopped grazing to stare at the three unwise men who were out on the moor on this showery Monday evening. We’d already been soaked at least twice today and were getting used to it. But there was no denying the fact that this was a testing hike. A good two miles each way - or is that a bad two miles? - with a couple of sharp inclines and a flattish squelchy section in between. He who dares will probably feel a bit worn out later on, but then again, with all of those passing showers that had filled the day from end to end, maybe it would be worth the walk.
So many times you put in a huge amount of effort with no guarantee of a reward. How many times have we made that journey, walked up that hill or stood on that clifftop to watch the light get snuffed out at the vital moment? But on those rare occasions, just often enough to keep us hoping, we get that moment of light we all dream of. This was one of those happy days when the plan came together and we fired our shutters in triumph. These are the ones we remember for a long time afterwards and we all knew it as we grinned and watched the fleeting light racing across the wilderness. Just a few seconds and it was gone. There was a long walk back to the car, but it was all downhill, and we were smiling. Even Lee, who seemed to have put the trauma of the endless uphill trudge behind him. He'd earned his M&Ms today.
Symbolism.
Cyclamen symbolises the empathetic, devoted heart, and was therefore planted beside old monasteries, ribats [ Islamic monasteries ] , a sort of fortress........ and churchyards in the countries around the Mediterranean. In Japan, the cyclamen is the holy flower of love.
I was lucky to be given two plants by a friend to plant.
Thousands of candles are thrown into the blazing fire.
The whole event is a strange Mise-en-scène in which religious piety coexists with aesthetics of dirt and neglect.
What is prominently present is a cynical practice of constant fundraising.
(Captured at the yearly commemoration day of Rabbi Israel Abu-Hatsera).
(*From the archive, re-edited)
A devoted Priestess of Death, she walks where the living dare not, guided by whispers of bones and echoes of forgotten souls.
Originally a chapel stood here devoted to St Nicholas and the Virgin but in the later Middle Ages it was transformed into this huge church. The tower, though, dates form 1711/14. Two previous structures had been destroyed, the first by a fierce storm. The second fell down spontaneously possibly through the use of inferior construction materials. The ochre-yellow is the original color of the timbers of the tower applied during a restoration in the early 1980s.
This is dedicated to my special friend, Angela, the Queen of Monarchs, for the hard work she's devoted all summer long,
raising an amazing batch of beautiful butterflies,
the last of whom are hopefully on their journey to Mexico!
Now you can relax, dear one!
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Jabbar Abdul Malik, the caretaker of the Wazir Khan Mosque, built in 17th Century. He had been coming here as far as he remembers. Now, he has devoted his life to serve the mosque and the people who come here.
In the pic above hes sitting by the side of the shoes of the people and looking after them, while they're praying inside.
Btw he's the same guy who wont let u in with a camera until u get permission from their office (right next to this place:) )
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Thousands of devoted Muslim take part in Jumma prayer on Tongi station road during The 1st Day Of The Bishwa Ijtema 2016 in Bangladesh.
" The sun is gone and the flowers rot
Words are spaces between us
And I should have been drown in the rivers I found of token lost
And I should have been down when you made me insecure
So break me down if it makes you feel right
And hate me now if it keeps you alright
You can break me down if it takes all your might
'Cause I'm so much more that meets the eye
And I'm the one you can never trust
'Cause wounds are ways to reveal us
And yeah, I could have tried and devoted my life to both of us
But what a waste of my time when the world we had was yours
So break me down if it makes you feel right
(So break me down)
And hate me now if it keeps you alright
(So break me down)
You can break me down if it takes all your might
'Cause I am so much more than all your lies
Hate me, break me down
(So break me down)
Down! (So break me down)
So break me down if it makes you feel right
(So break me down)
And hate me now if it keeps you alright
(So break me down)
You can break me down if it takes all your might
'Cause I am so much more that meets the eye ... "
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Another shot from archive ... swans Tristan and Isolde were devoted mates; always together day and night, no matter what the weather, they could be seen "making hearts!"
Nice viewed large (shows raindrops on feathers)
The legacy of the Rev Gilbert White surrounds his beloved village of Selborne. This groundbreaking 18th century parson devoted much of his life to the study of the flora and fauna of the countryside of his home, just as the Industrial Revolution began to change Britain forever.
Much of the gentle landscape around Selborne is managed traditionally. Mixed woodlands, open commons and wild flower meadows form a landscape that can't be so different from the days Rev White strolled these same ancient footpaths.
Returning northwards from the wooded slopes of Noar Hill and the end of my muggy, humid seven mile walk in sight. Selborne Hill on the left and the village hidden in the trees on the right.
The still, humid conditions and the wildlife friendly environment meant that there were more butterflies and bugs than I've ever seen on one walk. I wish I'd had more time to stand and stare than pound along, but I had a train to catch from Basingstoke.
I found more wildlife there. An hour to kill at 5pm so I retreated to the seating outside the station and within minutes three rats had run within feet of me. Two other people near me were so intent on their phones they never noticed.
A rather dodgy sky replacement I'm afraid; the real sky, not helped by a wild-fire on nearby MOD land, was the colour of the sky next to the horizon on the right.
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Illustration to poetry of Natalya Hrebionka devoted to Japan.
Paper, Ink 2021
The eyelids are heavy.
A thought-find has burst in,
Tearing the veil of sleep.
The rivers are dry.
But the fishing boat
Again is full of poems.
Life has changed its channel.
Only dreams of the past.
Became a piece of art
Forgotten ferry.
© Natalya Hrebionka, 2022
Тяжелы веки.
Ворвалась мысль-находка,
Порвав сна покров.
Высохли реки.
Но рыбацкая лодка
Вновь полна стихов.
Изменила жизнь русло.
Лишь сны о былом.
Стал предметом искусства
Забытый паром.
© Natalya Hrebionka 2022
An artificial construct devoted to deities known only to itself, searching for new disciples to convert
A mother loon sticks very close to her baby when not hunting for food. On this magical July morning in 2019 I was treated to a private show as this female and her mate devoted 100% of their time feeding and protecting their lone chick. Common loon adults will tend to their young for the first three months of its life before it becomes independent. My epic, loony adventure is chronicled in an article and video on my website at www.terifranzenphotography.com/the-call-of-the-loons/
"I'm devoted to destruction
A full dosage of detrimental dysfunction
I'm dying slow but the devil tryna rush me
See I'm a fool for pain, I'm a dummy
Might cut my head off right after I slit my throat
Tongue kiss a shark, got jealous bitches up in the boat
Eating peanut butter and jelly fishes on toast
And if I get stung I get stoked, might choke
Like I chewed a chunk of charcoal
Naked in the North Pole
That's why my heart cold, full of sorrow, the lost soul
And only Lord knows when I'm coming to the crossroads
So I don't fear sh! t but tomorrow"
As Luna said under my last pic I should do more fun edits. So here you are Luna :P
Little Dicku. did a pic of us and I was only a model...promise..but during waitingtime I started playing around with windlights and it turns out ...okay let me say it was really bad! Haha...but in the last 5 days I worked on this pic just to calm down in my breaks ..so..Thanks for take a look. And a big THANK YOU to ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅɪᴄᴋᴜ. for the amazing pic you did!!!!! I love it so much...maybe you wanna visit ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅɪᴄᴋᴜ.´s stream to see his pic and much more amazing artworks. :)
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