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One of the most beautiful villages in Scotland. It gained fame as the "home" of the TV series Hamish MacBeth.
"You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face"
There is a house in Charming Town
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, Oh God, I'm one
If I listened to my mama
Lord I'd be home today
But I was young and foolish
Handsome rider led me astray
Go tell my baby sister
Never do what I've done
To shun the house in Charming Town
They call the Rising Sun
My Mother, she's a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My sweetheart he's a rambler
Lord he rides an old machine
Now the only thing a rambler needs
Is a suitcase and a gun
The only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on the run
He fills his chamber up with lead
And takes his pain to town
The only pleasure he gets out of life
Is bringing another man down
He's got one hand on the throttle
The other on the brakes
He's riding back to Redwood
On his father's stake
And me I wait in Charming Town
To gain my love as one
I'm staying here to end my life
Down in the Rising Sun
I'm staying here to end my life
Down in the Rising Sun
This double crested cormorant did a few circles of the lake to gain altitude before it finally left the area. Gave me a few passes at it. Didn't nail the focus, but I liked the dynamic pose enough to post it.
Fort Gaines is a historic fort on Dauphin Island, Alabama, United States. It was named for Edmund Pendleton Gaines. Established in 1821, it is best known for its role in the Battle of Mobile Bay during the American Civil War. Wikipedia
Dauphin Island, AL
There is no Beauty Without Some Strangeness
- Edgar Allan Poe
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The Raven:
Ravens are among the smartest of all birds, gaining a reputation for solving ever more complicated problems invented by ever more creative scientists.
The Raven is an acrobatic flier, often doing rolls and somersaults in the air. Young birds are fond of playing games with sticks, repeatedly dropping them, then diving to catch them in midair.
People around the world sense a certain kind of personality in ravens. Edgar Allan Poe clearly found them a little creepy. The captive ravens at the Tower of London are beloved and perhaps a little feared: legend has it that if they ever leave the tower, the British Empire will crumble.
Common Ravens can mimic the calls of other bird species. When raised in captivity, they can even imitate human words; one Common Raven raised from birth was taught to mimic the word “nevermore.”
The oldest known wild Common Raven was at least 22 years, 7 months old. It was banded and found again in Nova Scotia.
(Nikon D750, Nikor 80-200/5.6, 1/320 @ f/8.0, ISO 400, edited to taste)
they gain an understanding of the mutual attraction of rain and weekends :-)
Arnot Sheppard
HPPT!! Liberty and Justice for all!! Resist! Vote!
hybrid camellia, 'Egao Corkscrew', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
seen from the Babelsberg Palace Park, near Potsdam across the river Havel. (re-.edited and reposted)
October 3rd is a German holiday - Anniversary of Re-Unification. Therefor I though this photo would be suitable to remember the past during the cold war, when Berlin has been the borderline between Russian and the western allies (American, British and French). I posted ist long ago but now re-edited and now re-posted it.
The Glienicke Bridge over the River Havel connects Berlin with Potsdam. The road bridge owes its name to the nearby former “Klein Glienicke“ estate, on the site of which is now "Glienicke Castle“. The truss bridge was opened at the end of 1907 as the fourth structure at this point under the name "Kaiser Wilhelm Bridge“, which, however, did not catch on.
The state border between Brandenburg and Berlin and the city border with Potsdam runs across the middle of the bridge. During the period of German division, the Glienicke Bridge gained worldwide fame through the third and last agent exchange, which was spectacularly staged on February 11, 1986.
Die Glienicker Brück, die "Agenten - Brücke" über die Havel verbunden Berlin mit Potsdam Ihren Namen verdankt die Straßenbrücke dem in der Nähe gelegenen ehemaligen Gut Klein Glienicke, an dessen Stelle heute das Schloss Glienicke liegt. Die Fachwerkbrücke wurde Ende 1907 als viertes Bauwerk an dieser Stelle unter dem Namen Kaiser-Wilhelm-Brücke eröffnet, der sich jedoch nicht durchsetzte.
Quer über die Brückenmitte verläuft die Landesgrenze zwischen Brandenburg und Berlin bzw. die Stadtgrenze zu Potsdam. Während der Zeit der Deutschen Teilung erlangte die Glienicker Brücke weltweite Bekanntheit durch den am 11. Februar 1986 spektakulär inszenierten dritten und letzten Austausch von Agenten am 11 Februar 1986.
My wife and I took a Sunday drive today and went to Stanton, Iowa, a small town with Swedish heritage in southwest Iowa. Our two hour drive took us to see the 35' tall "Watertower Coffeepot" in the center of town on a hill. It holds 50,000 gallons of water and is painted in the Swedish style with bright decorative flowers.
The "coffee connection" comes from a female Stanton native and actress (Virginia Christine) who gained national fame playing Mrs. Olson, the main spokeswoman in Folgers coffee commercials on television during the 1960s to the 1980s.
Developed with Darktable 4.8.0.
Object: The Sights in Auriga– (HST or SHO palette) – 2022
A widefield view of part of the constellation of Auriga (The Charioteer)
The field contains:
Left side of frame -IC405 (The Flaming Star Nebula -aka SH2-229 or Caldwell 31) an emission/reflection nebula in the northern part of Auriga. It surrounds the irregular, blue star AE Auriga and is about 1500 light years from Earth.
Center upper right - IC410 (The Tadpoles Nebula) a dusty emission nebula/stellar nursery at about 12.000 light years from Earth that illuminated by the star cluster NGC1893 which is about 4 million years old so still relatively young. The nebula is noted for the ”tadpole” structures that have been created by the radiation pressure from the stars in NGC189.
Right side of frame - IC417 (The Spider Nebula) – An emission nebula lit up by massive hot stars that is currently producing new stars. It is located about 10,000 light years from Earth.
Details:
- Acquisition Date: 10/28/2022 to 10/30/2022
- Location: Western Massachusetts, USA
- Imaging Camera: QHY600PH-M -10°C - Mode 1(High Gain) Offset:15 Gain:56
- Telescope: Takahashi FSQ106 EDXIII @ f/5 (530mm focal length - 106mm aperture)
- Mount: Astro-Physics AP1100 w/GTO4
- Guide scope: Celestron Off Axis Guider
- Guide Camera: ASI174m mini
- Software: Adobe Photoshop CS5, Sequence Generator Pro, PixInsight 1.8 Ripley, Aries Astro Pixel Processor
Filters:
- Chroma Ha 3nm 50mm
- Chroma OIII 3nm 50mm
- Astrodon SII 3nm 50mm
Exposure Times:
- Hydrogen Alpha (Ha): 22 x 10min. (220min) bin 1x1
- Oxygen III (OIII):22 x 10min. (220min) bin 1x1
- Sulfur II (SII):24 x 10min. (240min) bin 1x1
Total Exposure:680min. (11.33hrs)
Sky Quality:
-Magnitude: 19.71
-Bortle Class 5
-1.41 mcd/m^2 Brightness
-1234.6 ucd/m^2 Artificial Brightness
A faschinating little shop by this name, found along George Street, along my driving route to work.
I haven't actually been inside yet, just stopped to shoot its title mural along the side of the building.
The best option is to gain intel, the local D18PD station is quiet so Flit takes the opportunity to sneak across the street to tap into their databases and hack some information.
She is careful to not be detected, but then she hears the whirling of an overhead chopper.
Come Play with us
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CREDITS
AZOURY - Conception High Leg
[Azuchi] Galactic Chestplate Black
Bauhaus Movement - Interdimensional Hyperdrive/BLACK
Black Cats poses - Call of Duty 1
*Bolson / Wynehouse - tattoo @ Summerfest'18
[ContraptioN] SK3LET0 Series Prosthetic Arm *???* Right
DRD - geekmania - cybernetic face
DRD - geekmania - keyboard
erratic / eunice - bikini bottom / black (maitreya)
[ kunst ] - Slim Cigarette
[LAB737] Locust MK-III (Gunmetal)
T. Holotags
T. Solid Eye System
[The Forge] Tyre Pauldrons
Fear
I Feared …
I feared being alone
Until I learned to like Myself.
I feared failure
Until I realized that I only Fail when I don't try.
I feared success
Until I realized that I had to try in order to be happy with myself.
I feared people's opinions
Until I learned that people would have opinions about me anyway.
I feared rejection
Until I learned to have faith in myself.
I feared pain
Until I learned that it's necessary for growth
I feared the truth
Until I saw the ugliness in lies.
I feared life
Until I experienced its beauty .
I feared death
Until I realized that it's not an end, but a beginning.
I feared my destiny,
Until I realized that I had the power to change my life.
I feared hate
Until I saw that it was nothing more than ignorance.
I feared love
Until it touched my heart, making the darkness fade into endless sunny days.
Until I learned how to laugh at myself.
I feared growing old
Until I realized that I gained wisdom every day.
I feared the future
Until I realized that Life just kept getting better.
I feared the past
Until I realized that It could no longer hurt me.
I feared the dark
Until I saw the beauty of the starlight.
I feared the light
Until I learned that the Truth would give me Strength.
I feared change,
Until I saw that even the most beautiful butterfly had to undergo a Metamorphosis before it could fly.
- Unknown
A Rio Grande SD40T-2 and SD45 combo pull D&RGW train No. 152 along the Mapleton Bench in Springville, Utah on May 25, 1989. 5371 went on to gain notoriety as Union Pacific’s last Rio Grande lettered and numbered locomotive. It would be retired as DRGW 5371 in 2008 and donated to the Utah State Railroad Museum in 2009.
Infinite Everywhere - Eric Hilton
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Homeward Journey - Uyama Hiroto / Nujabes
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During the colonial era in Africa, occupied by Europated in what is known as the "Horn of Africaean nations, there were two Somalias. One loc" and belonging to Italy, the so-called Italian Somalia. To the north of it, France colonized a small territory known as French Somalia, which when it gained independence from France was renamed Yibuti in French or Djibouti in Arabic. It is a little-known country, despite the great beauty and diversity of its landscapes. Plenty of desert, volcanic landscapes, slightly mountainous areas, landscapes of ancient volcanic lava flows mixed with arid or desert areas, extinct volcanoes, lakes like Lake Assal, the saltiest lake in the world, located 155 meters below sea level. Or an enormous variety of marine landscapes, mixed with volcanic landscapes and white sand beaches. Being such a small country, the variety of landscapes is immense; it's like a tiny representation of the entire planet concentrated in a small place. In the south of the country lies the Grand Bara Desert, a mixture of desert and extremely arid areas. The Grand Bara Desert was formed from the remains of dry lakebeds that were once lakes, and is now completely arid plains in central and southern Djibouti. In the south of the Grand Bara Desert lies the Goba'ad region and the Grand Bara Depression. The Goba'ad is a plain with narrow "wadi," the Arabic term used to refer to dry channels or ephemeral rivers that only have water during the two or three months of intense rainfall, typical of desert areas. In the south of the Grand Bara Desert, this occurs from late June to September... after which... the rain stops. Rainfall is scarce in Djibouti, and the interior of the country is very hot and dry, so most of the territory is desert or semi-desert. The Goba'ad is located between the Hanle Plain and Lake Abbe, the saltiest lake in the world. The Goba'ad plain and the arid depression of the Grand Bara separate the volcanic zone in this region from the arid zone. The volcanic part of the landscape is formed by extinct lava flows that flowed through these areas from the now-extinct northern volcanoes in past millennia. This clearly defines and clearly distinguishes both the arid and volcanic zones. During the rainy season, water flows across the divide between the two separate zones, or else it follows the path formed by the extinct volcanic lava flows, eroding them and transforming them into an increasingly smooth surface. In contrast, in the arid zone, the clay that makes up this area is poorly drained and sometimes water accumulates during the rainy season, giving rise to the ephemeral growth of some scattered grass or bushes... and very little else... rather little... little...
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Nujabes was a Japanese musician and DJ, well-known in his country but somewhat less so abroad due to his short discography and his untimely death. His name was Jun Seba, a first and last name he combined, written in reverse order in Japanese, to create his own anagram: Nujabes. His music had a touch of melancholy and nostalgia. What I value most about him is his enormous ability and creativity to blend musical genres as distant as hip hop and jazz. I also liked the "character" Nujabes, especially his reflections on creativity and love. One of Nujabes's best-known songs is titled "Aruarian." This word has no translation into any language, nor is it officially recognized by the linguistic institutions that regulate the different languages of each country. However, it is included in so-called "urban dictionaries." The word was coined and invented by Nujabes in relation to his reflections on love. The word has a meaning that goes far beyond what is conventionally known as "love." The meaning of "Aruarian" is that of a very deep, almost instinctive connection with another person. A "cavernous love" that one feels for someone without any reason, logic, or motive. Once, reading an interview with Nujabes in a Japanese music magazine, I was surprised to read what he felt when he walked through Shibuya, a well-known area of Tokyo that is always crowded with people, bustling with activity, and fast metropolitan highways. He explained that when he walked through Shibuya, he felt like he was walking through a desert where there was nothing and no one. I suppose everyone who lives in large metropolises has experienced this feeling at some point: feeling surrounded by so many people and yet feeling so alone and misunderstood in life. From today on, these hundreds of square kilometers of the Grand Bara Desert will be called the Little Nujabes Desert. I don't think any Djiboutian would be bothered by a symbolic change of name for this small patch of desert, where there is nothing and no one. So Nujabes can continue wandering alone through these desert places in search of a "cavernous" and profound love, and sleep and rest forever. I'm not going to ask Google Maps to include this name on its satellite map... It's enough for me that it's called this way, in a unique and symbolic way for me... the "Little Nujabes Desert." In 2010, right in the Shibuya area of Tokyo, on one of its fast-moving metropolitan highways, Nujabes had a very serious traffic accident, dying at the age of 36... losing his life, his search for Aruarian, his walks through the Shibuya desert... and forever losing an entire life yet to be lived.
Homeward Journey - Uyama Hiroto / Nujabes
Letter From Yokosuka - Nujabes
Waltz for Life Will Born - Nujabes
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For Macro Monday ....... Theme Time
I was lost for an idea,so I thought I would try something completely different and add a bit of colour and go abstract ...... Still, nothing ventured ,nothing gained ,as they say ....
Nicht ganz so spektakulär wie das Krauselklause-Viadukt ist das Bauwerk, welches den unteren Adlitzgraben überspannt. Hier ist man genau 100 Kilometer von Wien entfernt, Luftlinie ist es um einiges weniger, muss die Bahn doch aus dem Wiener Becken kommend, erst etliche Höhenmeter in geschwungener Streckenführung gewinnen. Am 26. September 2021 konnte ich auf der zum Aufnahmezeitpunkt fast 170 Jahre alten Brücke die 1144.093 vor ihrem EC 151 "Emona" nach Ljubljana aufnehmen.
Not quite as spectacular as the Krauselklause viaduct is the bridge that spans the lower Adlitzgraben. Here one is exactly 100 kilometers away from Vienna, as the crow flies it is a lot less, since the railroad coming from the Vienna Basin first has to gain quite a few meters in altitude in a curved routing. On September 26, 2021, I was able to take a picture of 1144.093 in front of its EC 151 "Emona" to Ljubljana on the bridge, which was almost 170 years old when the picture was taken.
Im Herzen eines neuen Kulturquartiers zwischen Bocholter Innenstadt und Aasee liegt das Textilwerk mit Weberei und Spinnerei. Die beiden Standorte des Industriemuseums verbindet eine Brücke über den Fluss Aa. In den imposanten Sälen der historischen Spinnerei Herding erhalten Sie spannende Einblicke in historische und moderne Technik, erleben Modegeschichte und aktuelles Design.
The textile factory with weaving mill and spinning mill is located in the heart of a new cultural quarter between Bocholt city center and Lake Aasee. The two locations of the Industrial Museum are connected by a bridge over the River Aa. In the imposing halls of the historic Herding spinning mill, you can gain exciting insights into historic and modern technology, experience the history of fashion and current design.
What would my lost heart do
With the spring that arrives?
With the need that gains color
In branches of withered and black?
What would my lost heart do
With the breeze that it permeates?
Air of wild doves’ love
Breath of wandering perfumes?
My lips burn of songs
My chest with love
My skin bursts of excites
My body of buds
Every now I surge within
I leave, leaving for far distance
Burning ball of the Sun
On my way in the fever of light
Poetry of Forough Farrokhzad
Translated from Persian
Christian testimonies | What Salvation Is and How It’s Gained From God
Being saved by God isn’t the same as being rescued. It’s not aid given to the poor by the rich, it’s not a doctor saving the life of a patient, and it’s not the loving help of a kind person or a charitable organization. God’s salvation is prepared for the sake of saving mankind and it is overflowing with God’s great love and mercy for humanity. Gaining it means that we are able to accept God’s salvation, obey His current words and work, put God’s words into practice, comply with God’s way, as well as do things and conduct ourselves in accordance with His requirements. This is the only way we can gain God’s salvation.
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“You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You must do the thing you think you cannot do.” —Eleanor Roosevelt
Your uber to beautiful Black Atoll
The Rose-breasted Grosbeak was not muted in his singing, but the softly coloured bib, the few white feathers in the black Head and the speckled plummage down the sides make me believe this one is a first year male, and on his way to gaining those rich colours of the adult male.
Pinery Provincial Park, Lambton Shores, ON
The only little brown bird (White throated Sparrow) to gain a name of the 20 or thirty that come to my thoughtfully provided buffet dining area. He has been missing his tail but I think I now see where it's coming back so after awhile I will probably be saying stuff like I used to have a little brown bird that I named Shorty but I don't' know what happened to him, when the reality will be that he is still right there and I can't tell him apart from all of his comrades! LOL Happy Sabbath everyone! The sun has decided to pay us a short visit today for which I am extremely grateful! :) I'm guessing Anita will escape the confines of "sick hill" today and be out and about doing what Anita does while I will be ... well, napping most likely! LOL
We have gained our first summit of the day, marked by the rocky cairn on the peak of Mayar. We also get a fine view out over the Scottish Highlands, with the water of Backwater Reservoir in the distance. It's mighty windy up here, with winds around 40mph (65kph) making it pretty cold, and the rain is catching up rapidly and soon to arrive.
After a trip back up to Aberdeen for meetings at the office, I stayed a little longer to climb Mayar and Driesh. Mayar stands at 928 meters (3044 feet) and is my 29th Munro, and gives me the 10% of Munro's bagged I have always wanted. Driesh, at 947 meters (3106 feet), is my 30th Munro and the 2nd of the two I climbed this day.
Mostly non-theistic Friends
The actual meeting house is adjacent to the school, which is pictured above.
# I attended here many Sunday mornings when I lived in Chester County. I went there primarily to meditate, as most of the time there was quiet. There were no priests and near the beginning of the hour someone would very briefly read from a verse from the Bible, but other than that there was no mention of God or Christ, hence the term “non-theistic”. On occasion someone in attendance might stand to say whatever was on their mind, but it was brief and their was no further discussion of the subject.
Meditation was very important to me, as I worked many hours in the week and had thee children who required my attention as well as my house that required constant upkeep.
So, these “meetings” was my time to calm myself and gain a bit of peace. I always came away refreshed. And I still practice meditation at home.
Respect is earned,
Honesty is appreciated,
Trust is gained,
Loyalty is returned.
Auliq Ice
Honesty is the first chapter of the book wisdom.
Thomas Jefferson
Conformity is the jailer of freedom and the enemy of growth.
John F. Kennedy
We become not a melting pot but a beautiful mosaic. Different people, different beliefs, different yearnings, different hopes, different dreams.
Jimmy Carter
We all do better when we work together. Our differences do matter, but our common humanity matters more,
Bill Clinton
Change will not come if we wait for some other person, or if we wait for some other time. We are the ones we’ve been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.
Barack Obama
Optimism is the one quality more associated with success and happiness than any other.
Brian Tracey
To deny people their human rights is to challenge their very humanity.
Nelson Mandela
Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! xo❤️ ❤️ ❤️
Our club gained access to the Winter Gardens which has money from the lottery fund and is about to be restored. It was a very interesting experience. Details here tinyurl.com/2whssyxu
(Towers of the Virgin, Zion)
We cruised northward from Joshua Tree that winter, staying just behind the storms battering the southwest, gaining all the photographer’s benefit of seeing our favorite haunts draped in fresh snow. Dawn shivered with hoarfrost on oaks that were the namesake of the creek out there in the meadow, and I blew on gloved fingers and paced around, waiting for the sun. Thirty five hundred feet above the valley floor, the Towers lit up along with the skies at sunrise, and gave me hopes for the day. The people who opened up this country were often surprisingly well read in the classics, and most knew their scriptures. Inspired by sacred places, they bestowed names that make them sacred still: Court of the Patriarchs, Angel’s Landing, The Great White Throne. The high point anchoring the right side of the Towers, stained red under the flat top of a sandstone pinnacle, reminded a clergyman over a century ago of a sacrificial altar, and so it became the Altar of Sacrifice. The name conjures biblical connotations of Abraham’s trust and even the rituals of the Aztecs, but the idea, central to every early culture, has modernized. The most dramatic burnt offerings today are probably votive candles, and gods are no longer feared. My parents’ generation taught us the virtue of sacrifice by their example, and looking up there I think of how natural that act is to us. I have a sister who has suffers all for one of those parents, her self-denial is an ultimate devotion. But it’s selfish to consider how much I have given up myself; others can judge that. Instead I’ll bow towards the Altar and say a silent thank you, to all those who have sacrificed something for me.
Sure hope we all soon can comfortably see aerial views like this again! :)
Have a terrific day, everyone...
“The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.”
― Henry Beston
That time of the year when shooting after work becomes impossible without adding your own light. I hate that!
..... like Fynnie finally gaining some weight.
Due to various health issues Fynn has become quite skinny over the last months although he always ate enough. He lost more than 4 lbs and was finally down to 7 lbs a few weeks ago. At the moment he receives cortisone because the vet thinks that an IBD causes the weight loss. The cortisone seems to allow him to gain some weight again, about 0.25 lbs so far, and I hope that the progress continues. In this photo he poses next to a can of his special low-allergenic cat food. He eats the contents of the complete can in a single day, which is a lot for a cat of his size. Cleo eats about 50% less and is round as a medicine ball, life is unfair.
Sorry for my absence and for not commenting. I have a tenosynovitis at the moment, quite painful and I can hardly type. As typing is essential for my work I have to do it anyway with the help of painkillers and ice packs. Not a brilliant strategy, I know, but I have deadlines which I have to observe, no matter what. I have decided to abandon or drastically reduce my Flickr activities for a while in order not to make things even worse. I just post Fynn's photo to let you know that we are (more or less) okay. Sorry if I will only comment on a few of your photos, it's really difficult right now.
Au XIIIe siècle, le château de Selles est une véritable forteresse de grès de 15 mètres de haut, de forme polygonale et flanquée de 6 tours dont une géminée. Il a alors une double fonction : assurer la surveillance de la porte de Selles et de l’Escaut et asseoir l’autorité du comte-évêque sur les Cambrésiens. Il est en partie remblayé au XVIe siècle. A l’intérieur des tours subsistent deux niveaux de salles voûtées d’ogives. Elles sont reliées entre elles par un système original de gaines, couloirs aménagés dans l’épaisseur des murailles et utilisés comme prisons dès le XIVe siècle. D’émouvants graffiti gravés dans les murs reflètent les engagements politiques et religieux des détenus.
L'ancien hôpital militaire du XVIIIe siècle qui le surmonte, abrite aujourd'hui le tribunal.