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A very young red squirrel sits on a piece of wood that is part of a fire wood pile. This particular squirrel was a runt and we named him William. He was so tame that my wife could hold him in her hands. He was a neat squirrel, he had his own feeder box and he would arrange spruce cones, seed and mosses in different parts of his feeder.
We left for a roadtrip for a few days and when we returned, we knew instantly something was wrong. William's feeder was in disarray and he was no where to be found. We never seen him again after our road trip. We hope he was just run off by another squirrel and is living in the woods by our house. The squirrel that took over his feeder was a larger female. We had a hard time warming up to her, but in time, she became on of the squirrels that called our five acres home.
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~ In the Yukon some months ago, I found myself drawn to the whispy, fragile, white-tufted heads of Alaskan cotton grass glowing in what light broke through an ominous sky.
Their fragility so in contrast to the harsh environment there. But at the same time so much a part of it.
There is a ceremony among the Navajo called Beautyway. "In the Navajo view, the elements of one's interior life - ones psychological makeup and moral bearing - are subject to a persistent principle of disarray. Beautyway is, in part, a spiritual invocation of the order of the external universe, that irreducible, holy complexity that manifests itself as all things changing through time. The purpose of this invocation is to recreate in the individual who is the subject of the Beautyway ceremony that same order, to make the individual again a reflection of the myriad enduring relationships of the landscape." ~ Barry Lopez, Crossing Open Ground.
Alaskan Cotton Grass on the shores of Divide Lake, Tombstone Territorial Park, Yukon Territory, Canada.
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After heavy rainfall this past weekend, the sun came and lo and behold the appearance of a rainbow in the sky over the beautiful green patina of the Hoboken Terminal formerly the Erie Lackawana Terminal that opened back in 1907. When this terminal opened it was wonder, a real transportation hub prior to proliferation of the automobile. While the horseless carriage was in existence in 1907, at that point it was not for the common man. All the major railroads either shared or had their own terminals similar to this one on the New Jersey waterfront. The trains from inland all stopped by the waterfront from West New York down to Jersey City which all faced the island of Manhattan. Then the passengers would board ferries that would transport them across the Hudson River to New York City. So after a ferry caught on fire in 1905 and completely burned down this terminals predecessor, the Lackawana Railroad made the decision for a grand replacement and they hired Kenneth Murchison an architect from the firm of McKim, Mead and White the same firm that designed the masterpiece original Pennsylvania Station in Manhattan. When it was finished, it was originally a hub for ferries, trolleys, freight trains and passenger trains, and it was also home to a mail-sorting site and a Y.M.C.A. residence. Once the automobile became more accessible, like in the rest of the country, the trolleys were the first to go away; train volume continued to decrease. The ferries believe it or not actually ran until 1967 when the last ferry crossed from New Jersey until service started again 19 years later in 1986. The Manhattan Terminal or Hudson Terminal where the ferries ended up were along with Radio Row were torn down as part of the huge project that would become the original World Trade Center. The terminal fell into disrepair after that, almost succumbing to the wrecking ball several times, the beautiful 225 foot clock tower had been dismantled in the 1950 as the structure deteriorated to the point the city Hoboken believe it would topple over. What probably saved the Erie Lackawana Terminal was the same outrage that saved Grand Central Terminal, the outrage that came about at the destruction of Pennsylvania Station in Manhattan that gave impetus to the Landmarks Preservation Commission in New York. So this station lay in disarray though, not being utilized any near its capacity until New Jersey Transit saw an opportunity here, New Jersey Transit executive director George Warrington was key in the terminal’s acquisition by NJT [ flic.kr/p/effUkx ] The interior waiting room was restored [ flic.kr/p/nt7Kxv ], structural support was restored to the northern portion that was literally falling into the water, a somewhat shorter clock tower was put up (a faithful reproduction of the original) [ flic.kr/p/e9PcZK ] , 5 of the six ferry slips were fixed for New York Waterway and the beautiful exterior is in the process of being restored.
Sadly there was a thought originally that the Binghamton Ferry [ flic.kr/p/pDvYf7 ] which I have posted about is falling apart up the river in Edgewater New Jersey would be brought here to serve as part of a museum in one of the slips as it was the last surviving ferry that actually used this terminal [ flic.kr/p/ed8mAU ].
So the façade you see here were the entrances of the ferry slips, that’s why you see the one near the center has lettering that says ‘FERRIES TO NEW YORK’ and distinct green patina on the cooper surface which as I pointed out in an earlier posting of this terminal [ flic.kr/p/qfozbb ] was cooper left over from the Statue of Liberty.
Taken with a Panasonic DMC Lumix FZ50 handheld, RAW file processed in Adobe Lightroom.
This grand stair has seen the elevation and diminishment of strong climbers on the direct ascent that may become less steady and not so sure footed on their somewhat dizzying descent depending on their sociable reception of reverence, revelry and their aptitude for rambunctiousness. All that is sheer supposition of the progression of historical heights achieved and also of the downward floundering disarray of degradation in regression. All of this was swimming around my unsure head as my hips, knees and ankles offered to give way. The four broken toes were not to be considered as I tried to do this stair and the well within and without some justice in my pictures.
This stair is in Auchinleck House in East Ayrshire, Scotland. It will have seen and supported Dr. Samuel Johnson and James Boswell whilst about their ways to publishing, “A Journey to the Western Islands of Scotland,” also, “The Journal of a Tour to the Hebrides.” Dr. Samuel Johnson having risen to fame as The Man Of Letters of his age with critical acclaim and his outstanding lexicography work that would assure him a place in the Black Adder Pantheon of historical characters of true merit in the absolute finest of humours, “A Dictionary of the English Language. 1755, 1773.”
Blackadder, Ink and Incapability, Dr. Johnson being played perplexed over Sausage by Robbie Coltrane, Episode aired Sep 24, 1987, written by Richard Curtis, Ben Elton.
I happen to believe that I have failed in both pictures here produced together,
A staircase, no a challenge accepted and an achievement attempted
A stairwell staring back and questioning, “How you can picture it?”
I need to return and with crushed toes try much harder to achieve a result worthy of the Stair and of the Well both Inner and Outer.
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What can you see...?
into which Season does the image mark?
a key stage of life, in one day?
phosphorescent trigger-image -
shining into the void of disarray
help, as always, readily at hand
in reaffirmation of mind control
ice and heat combine in a shake of head
whilst nodding approval at redemption
over a festive shimmy up ahead
spirited times call for deep-hearted chimes
beating, calling, echoeing, sharing
a thenar touch a tingling icy electricity
conducting our music at perfect tempo
the sounds being four seasons of analyticity
we are what the soul ordains
craving the passion of light in our hearts
that inner desire of sunlight dancing on ice
maximum sensations; phosphorescent phenomena;
these two extremities of pleasure will suffice~~
by anglia24
10h30: 19/12/2007
© 2007anglia24
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"Some people choose to see the ugliness in this world, the disarray. I choose to see the beauty. To believe there is an order to our days. A purpose."
as we were driving home yesterday, Ross noticed that one of my favourite heritage homes in Ladner was in disarray. He parked so I could go explore. It is being raised, not demolished, Phew ! The staircase had been removed and was near the most glorious huge tree, which must have been planted when the house was built in 1911. I'm looking forward to how it looks when finished.
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The EMC 7243 was the last diesel engine shipped by the Baldwin-Lima-Hamilton Company. That was in October, 1956. It remained in service until 1996 when it was donated to the Lake Superior Railroad Museum. It's sad to see it in such disarray, but, since it's in the possession of the LSRM, there's hope it will be returned to it's former glory.
Bit of a throwback to 2017! Just booked tickets for the 2020 edition of the Goodwood Members' Meeting in March and so thought it would be a good time to review these images from a few years back.
So anyway here is some on track action, I am a big fan of the Mustangs and its so good to see them out on track being driven the way they should be!!! Always a great day out.
Apologies for the random nature of the order of my photostream! I am in a bit of disarray regarding organising and processing, but isn't that what albums are for!
notes to follow with a credit to the photo that inspired this image as soon as I can sort out my disarray.
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むぎちゃんが踊ってくれてかわいいよぉ
『朝から踊るんだよ！ん！』って言うから笑たtｗｗ
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After a storm wreaks havoc, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake, people often find themselves in a state of emotional disarray, much like the aftermath of a fractured relationship. In both scenarios, there's a sense of vulnerability, as the foundations once thought to be solid are shattered. The storm-ravaged landscape mirrors the emotional debris left in the wake of a tumultuous relationship, where harsh words and actions have taken their toll.
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I feel like I have the winter blues. I haven't felt much like doing anything over the last month. Its cold outside, nothing to do. But I get to come here. A lot of new things in this photo for you. Hopefully it makes you feel at home like I feel.
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As twilight descends upon the Garden Hideaway, chaos reigns in the kitchen. A solitary candle flickers, casting playful shadows upon the pristine white tiles, while the fading sunlight sneaks through the French doors, creating a picturesque blend of light and shadow.
Amidst the culinary disarray, pasta sprawls across the countertop, radiating warmth, intertwined with the scent of dried herbs and the promise of freshly ground pepper. The simple yet divine aroma heralds a singular mission – a splendid mac and cheese feast awaiting in the enchanting courtyard.
In this moment, the Garden Hideaway transforms into a haven of flavor and nostalgia, where culinary adventures blend seamlessly with the architectural marvels of the past. A symphony of tastes and textures awaits under the open sky, promising a culinary experience that lingers in the heart long after the feast is over.
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Llovía en Oviedo, lo que agradecí enormemente, puesto que turistas y lugareños salieron en desbandada y esta caprichosa joya prerrománica (siglo IX) y yo quedamos a solas, sin nadie que interrumpiese nuestra armoniosa conjunción espiritual.
Rain in Oviedo, which enormously grateful, because tourists and locals left in disarray and this whimsical Romanesque jewel (ninth century) and I were alone with nobody to interrupt our harmonious spiritual conjunction.
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“I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.”
― Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being
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THE POWER OF LOVE – GABRIELLE APLIN
WEB OF STRONG DESIRE
The colours that you bring me
in this web of strong desire
that makes my heart sing joyfully
like birds before the dawn
and like diamond dew drops on the lawn
you enchant me and make me yours
what mind do I have left
too weak to leave forbidden fruit
that hangs so heavy, yet so beautiful on the bower
as windfalls scatter bruised and battered at my feet
I feast and relish all I can devour
small crumbs you throw
but how the magic that you weave
bewitches me and carries me
to places only we can know and make-believe
filled with dreams where only we can go
and be as one, unlike this life
where Summer sun comes at such a heady price
how I long for sleep to take me
far beyond this place that breaks me
to realms where knights in silver armour
joust on camomile lawns crushed and sweetened
by horses hooves and nights morph into days
where whence great battles filled the dawns
with cordite powder smoke and misty
mysterious shadows where one man
was left standing and walked on by himself
leaving his fatally wounded duelling partner
to someone else, so he could claim his prize
is that what love was all about
back then in another time
and has it changed much in this present day
so many people living lives in disarray
and disregard for anyone but themselves
they take their pleasures where they find them
then leave their mistresses on empty shelves
alone with bleeding hearts and Cupid's darts
that once brought pleasure to them
now grow dusty in their closing wounds
and scars heal rough and raised
and yet in spite of all of this
a sweet young lover still will yearn
for her brooding heroic lover's kiss
in girlhood she read all the Gothic novels
and imagination transported her gentle heart
to times so long forgotten
that she dreamt that she had lived in olden times
and trodden cobbles still remain beneath the city now
a whole world carved out in history since the plague
was buried, but now recovered like a disused cave
She went there once in this lifetime and not so long ago
It shook her to her core this stepping back in time
she felt and saw the torment of her previous incarnation
and as her eyes were opened blinking into the morning light
she knew that now was all she needed;
but still she yearned for night
and all the dreams that heaven brought
she savoured in sweet moments
she remembered in first morning's thoughts
before the new day plunged and plundered
through her drowsy mind
and overhead the crashing sound of thunder
lightning filled the room with light
and she was back again in her present time
ready to face another day and hide her dreams
in seamless secret pockets out of sight and far away.
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An impromptu unplanned image of the Ribblehead Viaduct, in North Yorkshire
What was supposed to be a leisurely 3 or so day photography excursion to the northern states this bank holiday just gone, unfortunately was cancelled at the eleventh hour. At the 12th hour Mark and I decided to go up for a single overnighter at Ribblehead Viaduct in order to capture the milky way arching over it. So late Sunday afternoon we took the 3 hour drive up risking the perils of the British Bank holiday road traffic.
Surprisingly, it was easier driving, little in the way of traffic and we made good time.
Arriving at the car parking area we were surprised to find the location teaming with camper vans, and day trippers, still who could blame them the weather was amazing. We got chatting to another photographer, a chap by the name of Francois who should be creating a flickr account as I type this up, who asked if he could join us. More the merrier I say.
Having gathered our camera equipment and donned our walking boots the 2 now 3 of us made our way out into the wilds to get the perfect spot.
It was well in to dusk and the first stars were starting to appear when we realised that were in fact in the wrong location facing the wrong direction. What ensued was a chaotic scene similar to those found in disaster movies. A disarray of bodies, with everyman for himself. Cameras being packed away and tripods being torn down in end of the world fashion
We made a mad dash back to the main path, then down and under the viaduct to the other side in hopes of finding a vantage point, getting setup and enjoying the rest of the evening
With only a few mins before the shooting should start, I was left with a composition that really wasn't what I wanted. But it was better than no image at all.
I hope you like the image regardless.
Another view of the abandoned house that I have posted before. It looks different from every side. Happy Window Wednesday. You can see the white van in the background.
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Life, much like an old wooden bridge, occasionally finds itself in a state of mild disrepair. It's as if the threads of time have woven a patchwork quilt of experiences, and here and there, a stitch or two has unraveled. These little quirks, like missing planks or creaky boards, add character to the journey. Just as the bridge remains steadfast despite its imperfections, so do we, navigating the occasional bumps and missing pieces with a knowing smile. In this delightful disarray, we discover the beauty of resilience and the whimsy of imperfection, reminding us that even a few loose screws can make the adventure all the more interesting.
Frogmore
I was at work at 7:30 AM on 9/11 in the US, and I remember that day very well. The horror and loss which is a standing testament to the brokenness of man. In a world changed mightily by these events, and 20 years later, the losses are much greater indeed. Trust, hope, safety, and goodwill all began to decay after this event, leaving our world in a disarray it has never recovered from. We lost many lives, but we also began to lose some of the best characteristics of our nation in those awful days.
Names of those whose lives were lost.
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St Peter’s, Stourton
The main part of St. Peter’s – the nave, chancel and the tower date from 1291. The oldest monument dates from second half of the 14th century and is most likely that of Maud Badlesmere, wife of the then owner of Stourhead.
The North Aisle was built by the 5th Lord Stourton in the early 15th century and the Baptistry was originally their chantry chapel: his tombstone lies alongside those of many of his family, and it is thought that their family vault lies under the church. Edward, the 6th Lord Stourton and his wife are probably buried there and their ornate tomb chest is by the entrance to the Chancel. They died in 1535, just as Henry VIII severed ties with the Catholic Church, which led to the demise of the Stourton family, who remained staunchly Catholic, and subsequently lost the Estate. The monument shows two lying figures, he armoured and she simply dressed, with 3 small-scale children at their heads, and their coat of arms, which includes the 6 wells of Stourhead to the east. The figures and tomb bear signs of desacratory damage.
In 1717, the Hoare banking family bought the Estate, which had fallen into disarray. The then Henry Hoare (the ‘Good’) put in hand significant improvements to the Church, and the family have continued as major benefactors. The South Aisle was built in 1848 to provide more seating – the population of the village in 1861 was 650 (today it is only 120) – and the three very fine Hoare Memorials were later moved there from the south wall of the Chancel.
A long awaited chance at catching BLE 868 was finally taken this weekend on April 2, 2022. After receiving word that there would be a miscellaneous run on the CN bessemer subdivision, I booked it out the door and up to butler as fast as semi-legally possible. The train showed itself at standard junction less than 5 minutes after my arrival, from there I chased all the way to the Allegheny River bridge. Here, the train is seen booking it under the signal bridge at Russleton. The trail up to the tracks was in so much disarray from ATV’s and other vehicles that I almost slipped and fell multiple times. But as they say, anything for the shot.
With the simplicity of earthen charms
begins the complexity of human qualms
from within or without, we withhold
crimson dreams to let reality unfold
destinations from unknown navigation
unmapped thoughts of natural decoration
lead the way and guide our every today
forgive our blunders and lives in disarray
in each of us somewhere lays a good spirit
from your beauty we still hope to inherit
days long or short, bright or dulled
in our every mood mighty or lulled
your light becomes a presage for true living
our paths already trodden, shared for giving
we're ready, following your lead over roturier
fields, slopes and downs, nature's interior
untainted by social demands and inductions
now, only, our kinesis of choice and reintroduction.
by anglia24
11h50: 19/01/2008
© 2008anglia24
Wrinkled and browning plantings turn yellow and die in the last warm days before winter. The late afternoon light really gives it an autumn feel, too.The Enid A. Haupt Conservatory. New York Botanical Gardens, The Bronx, NYC -- October 16, 2016
The Little Witch returned from an errand to find her kitchen in a state of disarray. She is happy to see a mantle surrounding her fireplace and wooden flooring going down, but it is quite a mess with chunks of dried glue all about, an enormous bottle of glue holding down some stubborn planks, and a rather ominous looking cutting tool on the floor. She wonders if it supposed to look like that?!
Progress this week:
1. Reattached the wall to the floor (it detached over this year in storage) and repainted some damaged areas
2. Finally attached the window and door to the wall
3. Added a mantle and hearth
4. Distressed the brick fireplace interior a bit
5. Started wood flooring
I should have done the floor before the mantle, but I was not sure I would do anything with the floor other than paint it or maybe do egg carton bricks. Last night I decided to go ahead and uses these remnant flooring pieces I had laying around.
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Blythe a Day - Is it supposed to look like that? 10/12/25
Petite Blythe Tokyo Toddler
Dress made by me
Cat - cake toppers
Room box several years in progress (started Oct 2022, stalled)
Walls made from hard book covers
Mantle - wooden pieces covered by paper egg carton
Flooring - wooden pieces made for a dollhouse
Door - from a Lundby dollhouse
"The Fifth Season " René Magritte, 1943 ; Oil on Canvas
Art Movement : Surrealism
Magritte Museum - Royal Museums of Fine Arts of Belgium
The painting presents two bowler-hatted artists crossing paths,or is it the same artist coming and going at the same time ...?
"All that I desire is to be enriched by intensely exciting new thoughts." René Magritte
The Fifth Season offers a new understanding of Magritte’s special position in the history of 20th-century art.His Art challenges the observer's perceptions of reality.Everything that is visible hides something that is invisible.When we look at a painting,we wonder about what is imagined and what is real.Is it about the reality of appearances or the appearance of reality? The painter himself gave the best answer :
"What’s genuinely real,there’s only a certain time when we get that feeling.And that’s what I try to express with my paintings."
René Magritte
The Belgian Surrealist René Magritte (1898–1967) was one of the most intriguing painters associated with the iconic Surrealist style.He balanced philosophy and fantasy to illuminate the gaps between what we see and what we know. His artful paradoxes reawaken age-old questions about what the senses apprehend,
what awareness and reflection contribute,and how we know.How do we understand and experience reality? How can painting help us contend with the ambiguities that surround us? Can art reflect these uncertain relationships in the world? Magritte’s work opened up these questions and many more that are still being examined.He playfully explored new styles,but his painting remained consistent in its cautionary message not to equate the observable world with the paradoxes within reality.
- For the Art Lovers -The painting next to "The Fifth Season" is :
"Flame" René Magritte, 1943 - Oil on Canvas, Surrealism
Beautiful painting!What connotations does "Flame" have for you? Any optimistic interpretations ? Alas.To me,Flame in a densely treed area reminds me of wildfires and the vicious circle that climate change worsens fires and fires worsen climate change.
PS : The Painter's' Insight into the Future
Posted for the Beginning of the Meteorological summer
June 1, 2019 in Northern Hemisphere and the observable effects of Global Climate Change.
Most Art in our current moment stands to address Climate Change in order to resonate deeply in our collective consciousness.Earth is changing face,we are under constant pressure of imminent disaster as our world is plagued by extended periods of climate disarray.It feels as if we should be prepared for "The Fifth Season ....
"I think we are responsible for the universe,but that doesn't mean we decide anything." Rene Magritte
This is not my typical subject matter, but I was fascinated and saddened that no sooner had our cherry tree burst into bloom than the beautiful blossoms began to drop. Wish I could hold onto Spring for as long as our Winter lasted!
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