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I still exist! I promise! I'm just throwing a 3-day wedding in 12 days. Yep, it's crazy time. As such my living room does NOT look like this right now. Not even a little. Picture more boxes, more paint, more mason jars, more fabric, more glue, more scissors, more exactos, more adventuring cat and more exhausted us.
I hope the land of Flickr is well and good. Shown here: Scott's parent's chairs from decades ago, my homemade pillows, my vintage suitcases filled with old VHS tapes, My teak lamp and Mamiya C33. You might glimpse an old Nintendo NES in there, too.
No consistent distinction exists between cormorants and shags. The names 'cormorant' and 'shag' were originally the common names of the two species of the family found in Great Britain, Phalacrocorax carbo (now referred to by ornithologists as the great cormorant) and P. aristotelis (the European shag). "Shag" refers to the bird's crest, which the British forms of the great cormorant lack. As other species were discovered by English-speaking sailors and explorers elsewhere in the world, some were called cormorants and some shags, depending on whether they had crests or not. Sometimes the same species is called a cormorant in one part of the world and a shag in another, e.g., the great cormorant is called the black shag in New Zealand (the birds found in Australasia have a crest that is absent in European members of the species).
就這樣，一年又一年，一格又一格的，靜靜的做喜歡的事，緩緩的為日子創造意義。那天我很愛笑，那天我們互相拍了好多好多，太陽很猛，而心頭滿是暖意。
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on a road, in the fog, at midnight, on a planet, somewhere in a galaxy of 400 billion stars. The air was perfectly still, small drops of water fell from the trees as blood flowed through my brain and oxygen molecules permeated flesh membranes. I could hear cows calling to each other. This was all, normal.
unplanned mulsh fills but still was a laugh.
Shout out to Ric for staying late and letting us paint.
Full wall with Mis here... www.smak1.tumblr.com
Joiner
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you will not understand unless you view large on white,
i like these both for different reasons, i mainly wanting to upload art is hard because that shoot was messy and fun and i needed to get something out of it
p.s. this is practically sooc, i didnt mess with the tones or flares, i just made the "exist" a litte darker so you could comprehend what was written
p.p.s new testimonials :D!
bo, spartacus photography, he quoted me on something i said some time back that i really needed to remember, "It's like you really love being by yourself, and you find comfort in your mind, but it's always so warming to know someone else feels the comfort in their own similar minds as well, and they feel it as you do. Harmony."
and ! ann.pister <3333
Everything exists in some combination of one of three states: the way they are, the way they could be or the way they want to be. I am not sure which state these patterns in the sand represent but if I had to guess, I would guess the third. Sometimes I think the sand shows us what it is that the ocean wants to be.
The monastery existed in the 15th century. In the documents it appears for the first time in 1431. Then the old wooden house was rebuilt from the foundations under the reign of Radu cel Mare and his brother Vlad cel Tanar (Vladut) between 1499-1501 and 1510-1512. It was painted between 1514-1515 by the famous painter Dobromir from Targoviste, helped by Jitian and Stanciu.
Suffering the robbery of Gabriel Bathory's troops in January 1611, and the damage caused by the troops of Imperial General Heissler in 1689, it was repaired in 1713 and re-engraved by Constantin Brancoveanu's great master, Constantin, aided by Preda, Nicolae and Radu.
Between 1845 and 1853, extensive works were carried out to restore the church and restore the cells initiated by the ruler Gheorghe Bibescu, the church then repainted by the painter A. Derigny.
Between 1912 and 1940, the Nicolae Filipescu Military High School operated here, before moving to Breaza following the devastating 1940 earthquake.
All the buildings that surround the Church today were rebuilt from the ground up between 1953-1958, by the care of Father Patriarch Justinian, and the church is the only preserved building from the old monastic ensemble.
The current painting in the church is new, made by the painter Arhimandrite Sofian Boghiu.
In the narthex of the church, which has become a royal tomb since 1456, are the tombs of the voivodes of Targoviste: Vladislav II, Radu cel Mare and his sister Caplea, Vlad cel Tanar, Vlad innecatul, Patrascu cel Bun, Mihai Movila (lord of Moldavia, died in Targoviste) and Radu Badica.
Between 1912 and 1913, two white marble sarcophagi created by the sculptor Franz Storch were placed on either side of the narthex. They houses the tomb of Radu cel Mare and the head chest of Mihai Viteazul.
At present it is a monastery of nuns who intertwine prayer with work.
La Metacharis regalis regalis es una mariposa de la familia Riodinidae, subfamilia Riodininae, tribu Riodinini, que vimos en Campucana, una vereda de Mocoa, en el departamento del Putumayo.
En learnaboutbutterflies pude encontrar que "existen 8 especies del género Metacharis, todas ellas limitadas a la región neotropical. Todas las especies de Metacharis son sexualmente dimórficas, es decir, los machos y las hembras difieren en el color y el patrón. En el caso de regalis, la hembra es de color marrón anaranjado con una zona amarillenta prominente cerca del ápice de las alas delanteras. Las alas están marcadas con un patrón de garabatos negruzcos, y tienen una serie de guiones plateados metálicos y puntos negros alrededor de los márgenes. Los machos tienen un color de fondo y un patrón similares, pero carecen de las zonas subapicales pálidas. En su lugar, toda la superficie del ala, a excepción de la zona entre las venas del ápice, está recubierta de un hermoso brillo metálico azul intenso".
"Metacharis regalis se encuentra en Colombia y Venezuela, al sur de la Amazonia y los Andes orientales hasta Perú y Bolivia y se limita a la selva tropical primaria en altitudes comprendidas entre el nivel del mar y unos 1.400 metros".
"El vuelo es rápido y errático. Ambos sexos suelen encontrarse solos en huecos de luz. Los machos se posan en el envés de las hojas u ocasionalmente en la superficie superior. A última hora de la tarde realizan salidas territoriales. Si se les molesta, suelen volar una corta distancia, pero a menudo se posan por encima de la altura de la cabeza, por lo que son difíciles de observar. Las hembras son activas sobre todo a primera hora de la tarde".
Fuente (acudiendo al uso justo): www.learnaboutbutterflies.com/Amazon%20-%20Metacharis%20r...
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The Eldrial Vale
Beneath an immeasurable sky, where clouds drifted like phantoms across a fathomless blue, the Eldrial Vale unfurled in solemn majesty. It was a place where time thickened, suspended between memory and forgetting. On either side, mountains loomed — their peaks scarred by lingering ice, white veins against weathered rock — watching all with an indifference carved by millennia. Forests of ancient trees draped their dark canopies down the slopes, their depths murmuring secrets to winds that slipped through the branches like unseen messengers.
A river, impossibly clear, wound its way through the valley’s heart, glinting like liquid glass drawn by an unseen hand. It wove intricate, unhurried arcs through the meadowlands, as if contemplating its own course. The water whispered across pebbles smoothed by the ages, its sound a language older than thought. There was a kind of sentience to its flow, a knowing grace that made the air around it feel charged — as though the very earth held its breath.
The valley floor stretched out, a wild expanse of mossy greens and russet grasses, interrupted by boulders tossed carelessly in some forgotten upheaval. Wildflowers, brilliant yet shy, clung to the edges of this fractured land, their delicate petals trembling beneath the weight of the sun’s late morning gaze. The air was dense with the scent of damp loam, cool stone, and distant water — a mingling of fragrances so subtle they bordered on memory.
It was a landscape that held itself apart, poised between serenity and unease. A stillness laced with tension, as though the land teetered on the brink of revelation. Here, beauty did not simply exist; it watched. The mountains neither welcomed nor forbade, their silence stretched taut, a canvas awaiting meaning. The river did not merely travel — it remembered, its path carved not just through rock, but through forgotten tales and unspoken longings.
Beyond the narrowing of the vale, where shadows braided themselves into the light, lay the passage into wilder realms. The valley's edges blurred, boundaries fading into uncertainty. Each step forward felt like a question pressed into the earth. And in that space between known and unknown, sunlight seemed to flicker, hesitant yet resolute — as though the world itself was deciding whether to unveil or obscure.
To stand here was to feel the enormity of stories untold, the ache of things almost remembered. The air thrummed with a quiet, dissonant music, vibrating with a tension that refused to resolve. The stones, the water, the wind — they all seemed to pause, expectant, holding within them the possibility of revelation or retreat.
This was Eldrial: a place where the world tilted ever so slightly, unsettling in its beauty, magnetic in its mystery — an edge between what was and what might yet be.
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To wander these landscapes, whether in vision or in thought, is to touch a fragment of that boundless wonder. If the whisper of this vale calls to you, let your journey continue beyond these words. Discover more visions of untamed places and stories held in light and language at www.coronaviking.com — where the world awaits, ready to be seen anew.
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Real Location: Routeburn Valley North in New Zealand's Southern Alps
Il existe deux espèces de petites araignées connues sous le nom d'Araignée courge ou Épeire concombre.
Les deux araignées sont difficiles à différencier.
Il s'agit de Araniella cucurbitana et Araniella opisthographa.
Sur la photographie, cette superbe petite araignée ne mesure que 4 millimètres.
Il s'agit de l'Araniella opisthographa mâle.
Le mâle de cette espèce est magnifique avec la teinte verte de l'abdomen mêlée au rouge des pattes et au cuivre du céphalothorax. Ce dernier est ceint d'une belle couronne noire.
On trouve Araniella opisthographa principalement dans les chênes.
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Wentworth Castle is a grade I listed country house, the former seat of the Earls of Strafford, at Stainborough, near Barnsley in South Yorkshire, England. It is now home to the Northern College for Residential and Community Education.
An older house existed on the estate, then called Stainborough, when it was purchased by Thomas Wentworth, Baron Raby (later Earl of Strafford), in 1711. It was still called Stainborough in Jan Kip's engraved bird's-eye view of parterres and avenues, 1714, and in the first edition of Vitruvius Britannicus, 1715 (illustration, left). The name was changed in 1731. The original name survives in the form of Stainborough Castle, a sham ruin constructed as a garden folly (illustration below) on the estate.
The Estate has been in the care of the Wentworth Castle Heritage Trust since 2001 and is open to the public year round 7 days a week. The castle's gardens were restored in the early 21st century, and are also open to visitors.
History
The original house, known as the Cutler house, was constructed for Sir Gervase Cutler (born 1640) in 1670. Sir Gervase then sold the estate to Thomas Wentworth, later the 1st Earl of Strafford. The house was remodelled in two great campaigns, by two earls, in remarkably different styles, each time under unusual circumstances.
The first building campaign
The first building campaign to upgrade the original structure was initiated c.1711 by Thomas Wentworth, Baron Raby (1672-1739). He was the grandson of Sir William Wentworth, father of Thomas Wentworth, the attainted 1st Earl. Raby was himself created 1st Earl of Strafford (second creation) in 1711.
The estate of Wentworth Woodhouse, which he believed was his birthright, was scarcely six miles distant and was a constant bitter sting, for the Strafford fortune had passed from William Wentworth, 2nd Earl of Strafford, the childless son of the great earl, to his wife's nephew, Thomas Watson; only the barony of Raby had gone to a blood-relation. M.J. Charlesworth surmises that it was a feeling that what by right should have been his that motivated Wentworth's purchase of Stainborough Castle nearby and that his efforts to surpass the Watsons at Wentworth Woodhouse in splendour and taste motivated the man whom Jonathan Swift called "proud as Hell".[1]
Wentworth had been a soldier in the service of William III, who made him a colonel of dragoons. He was sent by Queen Anne as ambassador to Prussia in 1706-11 and on his return to Britain, the earldom was revived when he was created Viscount Wentworth and Earl of Strafford in the Peerage of Great Britain. He was then sent as a representative in the negotiations that led to the Treaty of Utrecht, and was brought before a commission of Parliament in the aftermath. With the death of Queen Anne, he and the Tories were permanently out of power. Wentworth, representing a clannish old family of Yorkshire, required a grand house consonant with the revived Wentworth fortunes, he spent his years of retirement completing it and enriching his landscape.
He had broken his tour of duty at Berlin to conclude the purchase of Stainborough in the summer of 1708, and returned to Berlin, armed with sufficient specifications of the site to engage the services of a military architect who had spent some years recently in England, Johann von Bodt. who provided the designs.[2] Wentworth was in Italy in 1709, buying paintings for the future house: "I have great credit by my pictures," he reported with satisfaction: "They are all designed for Yorkshire, and I hope to have a better collection there than Mr. Watson."[3] To display them a grand gallery would be required, for which James Gibbs must have provided the designs, since a contract for wainscoting "as desined by Mr Gibbs" survives among Wentworth papers in the British Library (Add. Mss 22329, folio 128). The Gallery was completed in 1724.[4] There are designs, probably by Bodt, for an elevation and a section showing the gallery at Wentworth Castle in the Victoria and Albert Museum (E.307-1937), in an album of mixed drawings which belonged to William Talman's son John.[5] the gallery extends one hundred and eighty feet, twenty-four feet wide, and thirty high, screened into three divisions by veined marble Corinthian columns with gilded capitals, and with corresponding pilasters against projecting piers: in the intervening spaces four marble copies of Roman sculptures on block plinths survived until the twentieth century.[6] Construction was sufficiently advanced by March–April 1714 that surviving correspondence between Strafford and William Thornton concerned the disposition of panes in the window sashes: the options were for windows four panes wide, as done in the best houses Thornton assured the earl, for which crown glass would do, or for larger panes, three panes across, which might requite plate glass: Strafford opted for the latter.[7] The results, directed largely by letter from a distance,[8] are unique in Britain. Sir Nikolaus Pevsner found the east range "of a palatial splendour uncommon in England."[9] The grand suite of parade rooms on the ground floor extended from the room at the north end with a ceiling allegory of Plenty to the south end, with one of a Fame.
Bodt's use of a giant order of pilasters on the front and other features, suggested to John Harris that Bodt, who had been in England in the 1690s, had had access to drawings by William Talman. Talman was the architect of Chatsworth, considered to be England's first truly Baroque house. Indeed there are similarities of design between Wentworth's east front and Chatsworth. Both have a distinctly Continental Baroque frontage. Wentworth has been described as "a remarkable and almost unique example of Franco-Prussian architecture in Georgian England".[10] The east front was built upon a raised terrace that descended to sweeps of gravelled ramps that flanked a grotto and extended in an axial vista framed by double allées of trees to a formal wrought iron gate, all seen in Jan Kip's view of 1714, which if it is not more plan than reality, includes patterned parterres to the west of the house and an exedra on rising ground behind, all features that appear again in Britannia Illustrata, (1730).[11] An engraving by Thomas Badeslade from about 1750 still shows the formal features centred on Bodt's façade, enclosed in gravel drives wide enough for a coach-and-four. The regular plantations of trees planted bosquet-fashion have matured: their edges are clipped, and straight rides pierce them.[12] All these were swept away by the second earl after mid-century, in favour of an open, rolling "naturalistic" landscape in the manner of Capability Brown.[13]
The first earl's landscape
Strafford planted avenues of trees in great quantity in this open countryside, and the sham castle folly (built from 1726 and inscribed "Rebuilt in 1730", now more ruinous than it was at first) that he placed at the highest site, "like an endorsement from the past"[14] and kept free of trees (illustration, left) missed by only a few years being the first sham castle in an English landscape garden.[15] For its central court where the four original towers were named for his four children, the earl commissioned his portrait statue in 1730 from Michael Rysbrack, whom James Gibbs had been the first to employ when he came to England;[16] the statue has been moved closer to the house.
A staunch Tory,[17] Lord Strafford remained in political obscurity during Walpole's Whig supremacy, for the remainder of his life. An obelisk was erected to the memory of Queen Anne in 1736, and a sitting room in the house was named "Queen Anne's Sitting Room" until modern times. Other landscape features were added, one after the other, with the result that today there are twenty-six listed structures in what remains of the parkland.
The second earl at Wentworth Castle
The first earl died in 1739 and his son succeeded him. William Wentworth, 2nd Earl of Strafford (1722-1791) rates an entry in Colvin's Biographical Dictionary of British Architects as the designer of the fine neo-Palladian range, built in 1759-64 (illustration, upper right). He married a daughter of the Duke of Argyll[18] and spent a year on the Grand Tour to improve his taste; he eschewed political life. At Wentworth Castle he had John Platt (1728–1810)[19] on the site as master mason and Charles Ross ( -1770/75) to draft the final drawings and act as "superintendent"; Ross was a carpenter and joiner of London who had worked under the Palladian architect and practiced architectural ammanuensis, Matthew Brettingham, at Strafford's London house, 5, St James's Square, in 1748-49. Ross's proven competency in London in London doubtless recommended him to the Earl for the building campaign in Yorkshire.[20] At Wentworth Castle it was generally understood, as Lord Verulam remarked in 1768, "'Lord Strafford himself is his own architect and contriver in everything."[21] Even in the London house, Walpole tells us, "he chose all the ornaments himself".
Horace Walpole singled out Wentworth Castle as a paragon for the perfect integration of the site, the landscape, even the harmony of the stone:
"If a model is sought of the most perfect taste in architecture, where grace softens dignity, and lightness attempers magnificence... where the position is the most happy, and even the colour of the stone the most harmonious; the virtuoso should be directed to the new front of Wentworth-castle:[22] the result of the same judgement that had before distributed so many beauties over that domain and called from wood, water, hills, prospects, and buildings, a compendium of picturesque nature, improved by the chastity of art."[23]
Later history
With the extinction of the earldom with the third earl in 1799, the huge family estates were divided into three, one third going to the descendants of each daughter of the 1st Earl. Wentworth Castle was left in trust for Lady Henrietta Vernon's grandson Frederick Vernon, (of Hilton Hall, Staffordshire) whose trustees were William, 4th Earl Fitzwilliam, and Walter Spencer Stanhope. Frederick Vernon added Wentworth to his surname and took charge of the estate in 1816. Between 1820 and 1840 the old chapel of St. James was replaced with the current building and the windows of the Baroque Wing were lowered on either side of the entrance hall. Frederick Vernon Wentworth also amalgamated two ground floor rooms to make what is now the blue room. In July of 1838 a freak hail storm badly damaged the cupola and windows of the house as well as all the greenhouses within the walled gardens, yet this pales into insignificance when compared with the nearby Huskar Colliery disaster where 26 child miners lost there lives due to flooding following the hail storm. In May of 1853 a freak snow storm also caused severe damage, particularly to the mature trees within the gardens, some of them rare species from America planted by the 1st and 2nd earls. Frederick Vernon Wentworth was succeeded by his son Thomas in 1885 who added the iron framed Conservatory and electric lighting by March of the following year. The Victorian Wing also dates from this decade and its construction allowed the Vernon-Wentworths to entertain the young Duke of Clarence and his entourage during the winters of 1887 and 1889. The estate was inherited by Thomas' eldest son Captain Bruce Canning Vernon Wentworth, M.P. for Brighton, in 1902. Preferring his Suffolk estates, the Captain put the most valuable of his Wentworth Castle house contents up for sale at auction with Christies after the First World War. The paintings sold at Christie's on 13 November 1919.[24] Bruce Vernon-Wentworth, who had no direct heirs, sold the house and its gardens to Barnsley Corporation in 1948, while the rest of his estates, in Yorkshire, Suffolk and Scotland were left to a distant cousin.[25] The remaining contents of Wentworth Castle were emptied at a house sale,[26] and the house became a teacher training college, the Wentworth Castle College of Education, until 1978. It was then used by Northern College.[27] It was featured in the Victoria and Albert Museum's exhibition "The Country House in Danger". The great landscape that Walpole praised in 1780 was described in 1986 as now "disturbed and ruinous", the second earl's sinuous river excavated in the 1730s reduced to a series of silty ponds,.[28]
Wentworth Castle is the only Grade I Listed Gardens and Parkland in South Yorkshire. The Wentworth Castle Heritage Trust was formed in 2002 as a charity with the aim “To undertake a phased programme of restoration and development works which will provide benefit to the general public by providing extensive access to the parkland and gardens and the built heritage, conserving these important heritage assets for future generations”. Today, the landscape is gradually being restored by the Trust. The restoration of the Rotunda was completed in 2010, the parkland has been returned to deer park. The restoration of the Serpentine will form a future project as funding allows.
The estate opened fully to visitors in 2007, following the completion of the first phase of restoration, which cost £15.2m.[29] The Gardens at Wentworth Castle and Stainborough Park are open 7 days a week year round (closed Christmas Day and Boxing Day). Information for visitors, groups and schools and the latest information on restoration progress is available from the Trust's website. Tours of the house are available by arrangement.
Wentworth Castle was featured on the BBC TV show Restoration in 2003, when a bid was made to restore the Grade II* Listed Victorian conservatory to its former glory, though it[30] did not win in the viewers' response. Subsequently, the Wentworth Castle Heritage Trust took the decision in 2005 to support the fragile structure further with a scaffold in order to prevent its total collapse. The Trust succeeded in raising the £3.7 million needed to restore the conservatory in 2011 and work began in 2012, with grants from English Heritage, the Country Houses Foundation, the Heritage Lottery Fund and the European Regional Development Fund. The Trust completed the restoration of its fragile Victorian glasshouse in October 2013 – 10 years after its first TV appearance the Restoration series. It was opened by the Mayor of Barnsley on 7 November 2013 and opened to the general public the following day.
Existe um tronco de árvore em casa e o Schneider resolveu subir nele hoje... ele me lembrou as onças do bosque! haha
El Palmar de Troya:
Es una entidad local a autónoma del municipio español de Utrera (Sevilla). Existen datos históricos de época romana y del siglo XIII cuando pertenecía a la "Banda morisca", el actual asentamiento se debe principalmente a los familiares de los presos políticos que tras la guerra civil construyeron el pantano del águila y posteriormente a ellos mismos.
En la actualidad es conocida, sobre todo, por el templo de la Orden de los Carmelitas de la Santa Faz, que es una escisión herética de la Iglesia Católica y que acabó siendo la Iglesia Palmariana. Fue fundada por Clemente Domínguez y Gómez junto a Manuel Alonso Corral. Sus papas son considerados por la Iglesia Católica como antipapas. Otros consideran a esta organización como una secta, especialmente a raíz de que en 2016 el Papa Gregorio XVIII reconociera que “Todo ha sido un montaje sobre todo económico. Aprovechándonos del milagro de la virgen”
In this hushed amphitheater of stone and sky, the world suspends itself between exhalations. The peaks loom with a patience born not of endurance, but of knowing — their slopes fractured and furrowed like brows that have spent millennia contemplating riddles. They rise in abrupt silences, their ridges neither hostile nor welcoming, simply there, existing beyond the confines of intent.
The lake beneath does not merely reflect — it absorbs. It holds the mountains’ gaze in a perfect, wavering replica, as if uncertain whether it dreams the peaks or the peaks dream it. A surface so lucid that blue and shadow dissolve into each other, a thin membrane between depth and air. Here, the reflection is not illusion; it is a doubled reality, folded upon itself.
The water’s edge blurs into pebbles half-remembered by frost. There’s no sound to anchor the mind — only a distilled quiet, dense as the sky, cold enough to shatter thought. Time slips sideways in places like this, where the wind forgets its task and the light dithers, caught between sharp and soft.
You stand at the periphery, where meaning feels like it might condense if only you could inhale deeply enough. But this place demands nothing; it only exists, and in doing so, suggests that perhaps existing is enough. Here, the mountains breathe in their own slow rhythm, and for a moment, you sense the earth's pulse — subterranean, unhurried, beating beneath surfaces seen and unseen.
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Beneath this fragile balance of stone and reflection, there lies a world beyond what the eye can capture — a world where patience meets wonder, and silence becomes a story.
To trace more of these still moments, to wander further into scenes where time bends and light lingers, step softly into the artist's realm at www.coronaviking.com . There, each image offers a doorway to contemplation, a quiet invitation to see the world through a lens that listens.
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My apologizes for the twigs obstructing the view here, but i had to take the shot, just as evidence of having seen him if nothing more. This is my first ever sighting of this bird. I'm excited about it and hope there will be more in the future. I didn't even know such a bird existed.
As you can see here, most of my local photography is done in a thicket, intentionally. Lot's of vegetation all around this dead tree, but I choose this spot because you can actually see something from time to time that lands on this tree for whatever reason? At times I'm not even sure of what I'm looking at it's so thick in there, and I have to wait till I get home to blow it up so I can see it.
He popped around in that mess for sometime before I could even attempt a shot. I'm a pretty patient guy at times. The older I get the more patient I become. So now I know this little cutie exist I'll be searching for him. Happy hunting my flickr friends...
Up date, I saw him again today on the 5th of May, completely in the clear. He flew up and perched on a branch close to me, and it was almost like he was doing it to mock me? :^ P He was there for a split second and as soon as I touched the my camera he was gone. Am I getting period, or are these little birds a lot smart than people give em credit for? He was so beautiful, it is forever etched in my mind. I hope the Lord allows me to get a really great photo of him so I can show him to you too. I'm twitter patted. :^ P
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SALVATION THROUGH FAITH IN CHRIST JESUS ALONE!
❤️❤️ IT'S ALL JESUS AND NONE OF OURSELVES! ❤️❤️
16 I am not ashamed of the gospel, because it is the power of God for the SALVATION of everyone WHO BELIEVES: first for the Jew, then for the Gentile. 17 For in the gospel a RIGHTEOUSNESS FROM GOD IS REVEALED, a righteousness that is by FAITH FROM FIRST TO LAST, just as it is written: "THE RIGHTEOUS WILL LIVE BY FAITH." (Romans 1:16-17)
16 KNOW that a man is NOT justified by observing the law, but by FAITH IN JESUS CHRIST. So we, too, have put our faith in Christ Jesus that we may be JUSTIFIED BY FAITH in CHRIST and NOT by observing the law, BECAUSE BY OBSERVING THE LAW NO ONE WILL BE JUSTIFIED. (Galatians 2:16)
1. Now, brothers, I want to remind you of the gospel I preached to you, which you received and on which you have taken your stand. 2. BY THIS GOSPEL YOU ARE SAVED, if you hold firmly to the word I preached to you. Otherwise, you have believed in vain.
3. For what I received I passed on to you as of first importance: that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, 4. that he was buried, that he was raised on the third day according to the Scriptures, 5. and that he appeared to Peter, and then to the Twelve. 6. After that, he appeared to more than five hundred of the brothers at the same time, most of whom are still living, though some have fallen asleep. 7. Then he appeared to James, then to all the apostles, 8. and last of all he appeared to me also, as to one abnormally born.
9. For I am the least of the apostles and do not even deserve to be called an apostle, because I persecuted the church of God. 10. But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect. No, I worked harder than all of them--yet not I, but the grace of God that was with me. 11. Whether, then, it was I or they, this is what we preach, and this is what you believed. (1 Corinthians 15:1-11)
7. Therefore Jesus said again, "I tell you the truth, I am the gate for the sheep. 8. All who ever came before me were thieves and robbers, but the sheep did not listen to them. 9. I am the gate; whoever enters through me WILL BE SAVED. He will come in and go out, and find pasture. 10. The thief comes only to STEAL and KILL and DESTROY; I have come that they may have LIFE, and have it to the FULL. (John 10:7-10)
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Little evidence exists today of the junction station at Old Hill, the main line from Stourbridge to Snow Hill being joined by branches from Dudley and Halesowen. The `Bumble Hole' line from Dudley closed to passengers in 1964 but remained open for freight until 1968 and the track was lifted by the middle of 1969. Reminders still exist, one such being the abutment (seen on the left in this image) to the bridge which carried the line to Dudley across Beauty Bank, shortly after leaving Old Hill Station.
Powering against the grade between Cradley Heath and Rowley Regis DRS Class 68, 68008 propels 1H17 0638 Stourbridge Junction to London Marylebone through Old Hill.
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"Please Exist"
Photo: Reylia Slaby
Model: Ayumi T.
This picture was actually a quickie! We were on location for a different photo-shoot, but where we were had a small field of these tall beautiful plants. And for no planning, I think the shot turned out quite nice. Ayumi is amazingggg at expression, it was as if she was actually in pain. So I was so happy to get to work with this lovely woman!
Always,
Reylia
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It's certainly the weather for tennis and back in the 70s I enjoyed watching women's tennis especially Chris Evert and Evonne Goolagong. Little did I know that some years later I would be writing a thesis paper on "The Triumph of Liberal Feminism over Radical and Marxist Feminism in Tennis in the 1970s". I most definitely didn't know that something called the internet would exist and that I would, one day, be posting a photo of myself in a Tennis top and skirt! And for a Sorceress who is over 400 years old, I don't look too bad if I do say so myself!
It Exists !
नाणेघाट सुमारे सव्वादोन हजार वर्षापूर्वी खोदला गेला. प्रतिष्ठान ही सातवाहनांची राजधानी. सातवाहन काळात कल्याण ते प्रतिष्ठान (जुन्नर) या राजमार्गावर नाणेघाटात डोंगर फोडून ह्या मार्गाची निर्मिती केली गेली. सातवाहन कुल हे महाराष्ट्रातील प्राचीन असे कुल आहे आणि त्यांचे राज्य इ.स पूर्व अडीचशे वर्ष तर ते इ.स नंतर अडीचशे वर्षेअसे जवळजवळ पाचशे वर्ष होते. प्राचीन काळी कल्याण बंदरामध्ये परकीय लोक विशेषतः रोमन व्यापारी आपला माल घोडे अथवा बैलावर वाहून नेत असत. हा माल प्रामुख्याने सातवाहन काळातील राजधानी असलेल्या प्रतिष्ठान नगरीत व्यापारासाठी नेला जाई. या व्यापार्यांकडून जकात जमा केली जाई. त्या जकातीचा दगडी रांजण आजही येथे पहावयास मिळतो. नाणेघाटाची संरक्षक फळी ही शिवनेरी, हडसर, चावंड आणि जीवधन या चार किल्ल्यांनी बनलेली आहे. साठ मीटर लांब आणि जागोजागी दोन ते पाच मीटर रूंद अशी ही नाणेघाटाची नळी आहे. या नळीच्या मुखाशी एक दगडी रांजण आहे. अदमासे चार फूट व्यासाचा आणि पाच फूट उंचीचा हा रांजण पूर्वी जकातीसाठी वापरला जात असे. जकातकर रुपाने यात तत्कालीन 'कर्षापण' नावाची नाणी टाकली जात असत. नाणेघाट चढून गेल्यावर प्रथम दर्शनी दृष्टिक्षेपात पडणारी कातळात कोरलेली ऐसपैस आणि सुंदर गुहा हेच येथील महत्वपूर्ण वैशिष्ट होय. या गुहेत साधारणतः ४०-४५ जण राहू शकतात. सध्या वापरण्यात येणा-या गुहेत तिन्ही भिंतीवर लेख आहेत. हा लेख एकूण २० ओळींचा असून मध्य भागातील भिंतीवर १० तर उजवीकडील भागावर दहा ओळी आहेत. हा लेख ब्राम्ही लिपीतला असून या लेखामध्ये अनेक अंकनिर्दिष्ठ संख्या आहेत.
Naneghat (Marathi: नाणेघाट) is a mountain pass in the Western Ghats range near Junnar in Pune district of Maharashtra, India. During the reign of the Satavahana (200 BCE–190 CE), the pass was extensively used as a trade route between Kalyan and Junnar.[1] Literally, the name nane means "coin" and ghat means "pass". The name is given because this path was used as a tollbooth to collect toll from traders crossing the hills.
The inscriptions in the caves indicate that they are the work of Satavahana rulers who came into prominence after the fall of the Mauryan empire. It is believed that a powerful woman ruler Naganika, the wife of Satakarni (180–170 BCE) of the Satavahana family commissioned the cave, the statues and the inscriptions. Inscriptions in the cave mention her and her family members. Though the statues adorning the sides of the rectangular cave are now gone, the inscriptions still record some of the achievements of the dynasty. The Naneghat records have proved very important in establishing the history of the region. Vedic Gods like Yama (Hinduism) Indra, Chandra and Surya are mentioned here. The mention of Samkarsana and Vasudeva indicate the prevalence of Bhagavata form of Hinduism in the Satavahana dynasty.
“Magic exists. Who can doubt it, when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the music of the wind and the silence of the stars, Anyone who has loved has been touched by magic. It is such a simple and such an extraordinary part of the lives we live.”
― N.R.
The events that night in the parking lot changed me forever.
I used to look at things as so much more 'black and white.'
'The police were good' I thought.
And 'our government existed to serve and protect the people.'
There was a certain bliss in living with that ignorance.
One night shattered that and life itself would never be so simple again.
I knew that anyone could go bad.
I'd seen that before.
But the systematic coverup I was witness to...
that whacked my reality big time.
Since then I've made quite a few friends who happen to be cops.
I'd say that in my experience about half of them are an honor to the badge.
The other half...
you'd be shocked that they're nothing but another street gang bunch of thugs...
only they hide behind those badges and blue uniforms.
And they're authorized by the state to carry guns and use deadly force.
I don't think anything's ever offended me so much as seeing that bullshit up close.
It was like some fog was lifted and I saw what went on 'behind the curtain.'
That shit really shook me up.
I'm talking about people who've not only got no problem murdering someone...
but they've got the understanding and the means to get away with it.
There's more than a few people in prison who've been sent there wrongly convicted of crimes these guys have done.
They know how to pull it off.
The only thing that they really fear are the half of the cops who wouldn't tolerate that stuff.
The problem is that in some departments the ratio's pretty skewed.
Like Deadwood.
The whole place is filled with bad apples.
The stories I started to hear were unbelievable.
Witness intimidation.
Planting drugs.
Lying on police reports.
Giving false testimony.
And of course...
firebombing the garbage dumpster in front of my office.
I saw that one with my own eyes.
Or that phone call I got about the Police Commisioner's federal conviction for selling a couple of kilos of the white stuff.
The same guy that owned the bar that installed the illegal poker machines.
The ones that were all gone when the county went to raid his place because Iron Fist supposedly got tipped off and told him he'd better get rid of those things fast.
And I heard Iron Fist was pissed.
Not because his Police Commissioner had an illegal gambling operation going on in his town...
but because he'd kept it a secret from him.
Iron Fist kept secrets.
You didn't keep secrets from him.
There's some dark shadows on the other side of that 'thin blue line' and I'm telling you that I hope you never see them.
They get away with way too much.
They get away with murder.
The corruption is so endemic to the system that I have no faith at all that it can ever be eliminated.
There's a secret code.
If you've ever gotten a ticket and the cop thought you were an asshole all he had to do was to make sure that when he stapled your drivers lisense to the paperwork was that he put the staple through your picture.
The next cop that pulled you over knew right away that some other cop had a problem with you.
Because you had staple holes there on your license.
On your face.
That's the kind of shit that they do.
That's the 'code.'
One thing that they do better than anything though is to stick together.
'Professional courtesy' they call it.
In Chicago givin' another cop a ticket for DUI is an instant career dead end.
The older cops with more experience know how it works.
The young guys get sucked into it in order to prove themselves.
And to survive.
You gotta tow the line if you want backup to help you out in a timely manner when you call for it.
It's almost a rite of passage.
You don't pass the test...
you're gonna get your ass kicked on the streets or worse...
and no one's gonna drive really fast to help you out.
You'll be on your own.
Over the years the cops have developed an 'us or them' mentality.
They become jaded about the way it all works...
they socialize amongst themselves and the women who they call 'holster sniffers.'
They start to hate the legal system...
the judges and the prosecutors...
and then all of the sudden they're one of the 'bad apples.'
You hear about them every once in a while...
either they're busted by the feds or they're turned on by the guys around them because they pissed someone off.
You got no idea how bad it is really.
Not until you start hearin' what's going on 'off the record.'
You'll never sleep as well as you did before you heard the stories.
What makes it all worse is when corrupt politicians start to use the police as a 'personal army.'
That only makes everything dirtier.
The cops know that they're gonna get away with so much more when the guys above them are corrupt too.
That's the way it went in Deadwood.
Iron Fist used the police like they were his own little militia.
If he had a problem with you then you had yourself a problem with the cops.
And keepin' Iron Fist happy took precedence over 'law and order' any day of the week in Deadwood.
You got old Iron Fist pissed off at you that'd be a real quick end to your career in 'law enforcement.'
While Iron Fist ran the place the town was known as a really desirable place to live.
You didn't put a 'for sale' sign in front of your house if you wanted to sell it when he was in charge.
The old man would never tolerate that.
He had a list of people who wanted to live there and him and his cronies would figure out who they were gonna let buy your house.
They didn't want any 'undesirables' moving in.
And by 'undesirables' I mean black people.
Iron Fist thought that 'for sale' signs on people's homes made him look bad.
Dude should have been a cult leader the way he operated.
If you went around 'the system'...
and some people did because they felt that Iron Fist's little policy was cutting their profits on the sale of their homes...
Iron Fist would send the cops out late at night and snatch that 'for sale' sign right out of your front yard.
The guys I talked to said 'Secret Squirrel' was always up for the job.
He was the guy that drove around with the trunk full of machine guns.
The Village was sued in federal court for the practice by real estate agents and the Village lost on First Ammendment grounds...
but they still kept doing it.
Iron Fist reduced the police to commonon thievery.
For a lot of them I think that was the line that they'd first crossed into the corruption that soiled the place.
Kind of like a little 'initiation' into the way things were done in Deadwood.
They wanted to make damn sure no 'undesirables' were ever hired on to the police department too.
They asked applicants to provide a picture of themselves with their applications.
You better not have a dark complection if you wanted to get a job there.
The thing that really made everything so corrupt was that the Chief would always end up with a big old bag of dirt on Iron Fist...
just as much as Iron Fist'd end up with a big old bag of dirt on the Chief.
The relationships never seemed to last too long because Iron Fist knew the game better than any of the clowns he'd make Chief.
He'd take 'em down before they really became a threat.
When Skeevy left there to run another department it wasn't too long before the feds were all over his ass.
It was Skeevy who'd installed the guy that'd become the next Chief...
'Chief Hotdog.'
The one I sent the 'nutcracker' letter to.
Where I told him 'I was gonna squeeze his balls until they popped.'
The letter I had to read in front of the jury with all the good stuff blacked out.
Man I really thought I was gonna be charged with some serious felonies for that action.
Even my lawyer said he was worried about it.
'You don't go around writing that kind of stuff down' he said 'say whatever you want but you don't write letters like that and send them to the Chief of Police signed with your name.'
Fortunately the statute of limitations has run out on that one and I ain't got no problems that way.
I really tortured poor Chief Hotdog...
got inside his head and fucked with him big time.
The way I saw it he deserved it.
I mean... he was the boss... and he coudda done something to make things right for me and my family.
He was given the chance to do the right thing.
They all were.
But when he came out lying to the media about what happened that night and defended the actions of his street thug cops I knew I was goin' after his ass any way I could.
Right after the case against my wife was thrown out Chief Hotdog resigned.
Of course The Kid said it had nothin' to do with the bungling of that case...
and insiders said it was because he didn't do really well at fundraising for The Kid politically...
but I didn't care.
He was just one more corrupt motherfucker that I had in my crosshairs that went down in flames.
Whatever it was it ended his career.
The department went without a Chief for a few months and everyone speculated on who was gonna be named Chief Hotdog's successor.
I was shakin' the place up with allegations about the use of the contaminated well but that was all kinda behind the scenes...
the media or the feds hadn't picked up on it just yet.
When The Kid appointed the new Chief, me and The Mole both let out a collective gasp at the same time.
He appointed a woman who used to run the water department.
Terry Stewbauer.
I couldn't believe it.
It was such an obvious payoff and anyone in the know could see that right away.
It was blatant.
The Kid wasn't just 'ball-less' he seemed to be brainless too.
That was the first time I knew I really had those assholes and I knew I had them good.
They knew the feds were comin' sooner or later because I wasn't letting up and appointing Stewbauer as the new Chief of Police was a sort of premptory strike.
They wanted to keep her quiet and they wanted to keep her loyal...
put her on the 'short leash.'
I think she was scared shitless about what was comin' down the line and thinkin' about makin' a deal herself with the federales.
The Kid appointing her as the new Chief was probably a confidence builder for the woman.
She was working part time as a detective for the department before she was appointed Chief and I'd heard she wasn't a bad cop.
But she knew the truth about the use of the contaminated well and I knew that in appointing her that The Kid was hoping she'd never tell that truth to anyone.
Especially the feds.
I heard that her husband was a convicted drug dealer who was sitting in prison at the time she was appointed as the new Chief too.
She couldn't have been a very good detective if she didn't know that the old man was dealin' drugs out of her house.
Or she was a very corrupt detective.
Take your pick.
She was working as the Chief of Police in Deadwood when she was indicted on something like twenty three felony counts by the US Attorney.
She had to surrender her gun and her firearm owners identification card to the feds right after that.
Deadwood gave her a paid 'leave of absence' so now she gets paid for doing nothing.
Except takin' a fall for Iron Fist and his crew and keeping some serious secrets.
Of course they're paying her legal bills too.
I can't believe they get away with that shit but they do.
If I was a reporter I'd tear 'em a new one over that story.
I guess that made her the second Chief of Police that I'd end up takin' down in a row over this whole thing.
The Mole once pointed out that 'fucking with you doesn't seem to be a really good career move.'
We shared a good laugh over that one.
I was makin' enemies there almost as fast as I'm known to make friends.
And I was using the enemies of my enemy pretty effectively too.
That's why I'd reached out to Congressman Bobby Rush.
Krista'd made the introduction.
I'd read that when Rush was first elected to Congress that Iron Fist was pretty pissed off that now a black man would be representing Deadwood in Congress.
He was quoted in the newspapers saying that he wanted to secceed from the congressional district because 'there was no way that that man could represent the white ethnics of Deadwood.'
That comment really pissed off Congressman Rush and I don't think he ever forgot it.
Or forgave it.
I remember thinking 'this guy will really be a help in nailing Iron Fist to the cross' and I was right.
Congressman Rush and I are not the kind of guys who you'd ever accuse of seeing 'eye to eye' politically but we had a common enemy in Iron Fist and that's all it takes in Illinois politics... or politics in general to gain a strong ally.
I remember the Congressman pulling me out of a big meeting saying that he wanted me to get in front of the cameras with him and talk to the press.
Right after he'd given the best political speech I've ever had the great pleasure to witness.
I'm telling you I swear he channeled the spirit of a baptist preacher from the deep south of the seventies on that one.
I think the Congressman wanted Iron Fist to see him with his arm around me there smiling.
Kinda like twisting the knife if you know what I mean.
I also remember the Fox News reporter with that tight sweater and the most amazing pair of tits I'd ever seen...
I thought it was pretty funny that I'm standing next to a Congressman with about a half a dozen tv cameras in my face blowin' the lid on Iron Fist and his dirty and despicable deeds and I can't take my eyes off of this woman's rack.
I'm usually not like that...
but damn... the combination of that sweater and her upper body were a work of freakin' art...
a thing of incredible beauty.
That moment was the closest I'd ever come to feeling a woman up on live tv.
I'm glad the Congressman did most of the talking.
When I watched myself on tv that night I looked like a really honest guy lookin' right into the camera like that.
Only me and God knew where I was really looking though.
And I blame the whole thing on God anyway.
That was not the work of some plastic surgeon...
and if it was, then it was God that gave him that talent...
so I still blame God and I think he'd be honored that I do.
I felt like dirt for thinkin' that way there though.
Iron Fist and his shenanigans killed people.
Innocent people that had no idea that they were drinking that cancer water.
There were so many people with cancer there at that meeting.
I shook their hands and I hugged them.
I looked into their eyes and I listened to their stories.
And it all got me even more pissed off at what those assholes did.
Yeah... there was a certain selfish satisfaction in the imminent crucifiction of the people who'd hurt my family...
but more and more I was beginning to find myself taking up the crusade to bring these guys to justice not just for what they'd done to me and my family...
but for what they'd done to the people that trusted them.
They had to pay for what they'd done and it seemed like I was the only one with the balls and the motivation and the understanding of the situation to keep driving them towards justice.
And now I had some powerful people on my side.
Rush had called Eric Holder, the US Attorney General from the meeting and told him what was going on.
Shit was getting stirred up alright.
I was excited.
I'd seen enough in that parking lot and in the days after to know that they were soul-less and corrupt and I wanted to show everyone that.
I wanted revenge ever since that night.
There was a battle going on inside of my soul by this time.
And I found myself slowly letting the whole concept of revenge go.
More than anything...
I really wanted justice.
And I wanted it for the frail thirty eight year old woman I'd just hugged who had cancer all over her body and was sick right there from all of the chemo...
I wanted justice for her.
They had no right to do that to another human being.
Iron Fist and his whole crew hadda go down for this.
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Gracias por vuestro apoyo un año más, y recordar: "fotografías imperfectas existen gracias a vosotros, a los que estáis ahí detrás, y a todos los que seguís mi trabajo desde que subí la primera foto".
Os deseo un feliz año nuevo.
Thank you for your support one more year, and remember: "imperfect photographs exist thanks to you, to those who are behind it, and to all of you who have followed my work since I uploaded the first photo."
I wish you a happy new year.
Intentional or not, relationships exist with everyone we interact with.
Sometimes we are passive participants in these relationships. Sometimes we invest enthusiastically.
How to decide?
For me, it's a feeling, not a calculated decision. Rather, it needs to feel right for me to move forward.
Christina, Jenna, and I are such good friends, we refer to each other as sisters.
Is that the same for you?