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A tremulous tantalisation of our senses
thoughts crafted from the cornice of Wintry sky
absent moments have returned to our defences
under glint and glimmer of illuminant hope nearby
calling one, answering all, ignoring none
light being the compensation of so much loss
we may grieve of complaisance undone
by lifestyles challenging the pure beauty we come across
finding out the essence of spirit within
after the social substance without has clouded the view
we must breath deeper to survive political sin
our soul glows above what life seeks to subdue
wondrous hybrid world what do you offer?
we seek to understand so much of you
before ever accomplishing a self-understood signifer
following the simulacre path will accede to...?
a moonkissed mood and theurgic trance
turns everything around, growing apace, freeing space,
pain that never knew a cure tumbles under indolent advance
nature welcomes you to one truly unforgettable embrace.
by anglia24
18h25: 22/12/2007
© 2007anglia24
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Cenotaph - from the Greek word κενοτάφιον, meaning an "empty tomb".
The ancient Greeks started the practice of memorialising famous people with tombs when they were buried elsewhere. After World War I these sorts of memorials sprang up all over, as grieving populations tried to deal with the trauma of the most costly war in history. Throughout Australia these cenotaphs were erected and are places of commemoration on Anzac Day (April 25) and Remembrance Day (November 11).
Like those other cenotaphs, this one in Hobart's Domain lists all the major theatres of war where Australian soldiers fell. It stands 23 metres (75ft) high and right at the top of a hill. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hobart_Cenotaph
At night time there is no other lighting in its vicinity other than the lighting of the Cenotaph itself. It is spooky dark. Without a tripod it makes it very difficult to photograph, but at night you get the city lights in the background and that wonderful red cross.
Polaroid SLR 680
Polaroid 600 Film
Uploads may become sporadic. I just lost my boyfriend of 4 years unexpectedly only 6 days ago. I know he wouldn’t want me to stop my passion but I don’t have much of a heart for anything right now. We found this cemetery together down a dirt lane off a main road near the town his mom lived in. We both thought this was an interesting gravestone statue so I’m trying to think back on memories like this, of all the places we explored together and traveled to together. I think this was during either one of our earliest trips down or right after we moved here to TN.
The haunting sculpture at Neue Wache portrays a mother grieving the loss of her son. She lost her husband and one son in the First World War and her other son in WWII. Beneath an opening in the ceiling she's exposed to the elements. Under her is buried an unknown solder from WW1 and a nameless victim of the concentration camps of WWII ... very sobering
If you see me walking down the street
And I start to cry each time we meet
Walk on by, walk on by
Make believe
that you don't see the tears
Just let me grieve
in private 'cause each time I see you
I break down and cry
And walk on by (don't stop)
And walk on by (don't stop)
And walk on by
—Dionne Warwick
This is Imani with her kill. If you saw my previous post, you will have met Imani and learned of the tragic loss of her last remaining cub. When Imani lost her cub, she was in the process of hunting to feed her cub and herself. After mourning the loss of her cub and carrying its body to a bush, Imani successfully hunted this young impala. The average life span of a cheetah in the wild is 10-12 years. At 11 years old, Imani is close to the end of her life. I hope I will have the privilege to see her again.
A grieving angel leaning forward, seemingly glaring into the flames of the memorial candles. Do also see my old series of memorial candles from 2012.
Mi verdadero nombre es Fernando Rodrigo de Prado, hijo de Rodrigo Lainez de Teverga y de Doña Elvira Jiménez, nací en una de las casas de este pueblo un 27 de Noviembre del año del señor de 1053, dentro de poco cumpliré 961 años.
En todo este tiempo he visto como esta pequeña aldea fue mudando su piel, y también como todos mis seres queridos se han ido marchando unos tras otros con el transcurrir de los años.
Mientras Peña Gradura y Peña Sobia protegen a Prado de los vientos del Este, y permanecen intactas viendo pasar el tiempo, yo soy incapaz de soportar ni siquiera por una hora más esta maldición.
Fue en 1072 cuando acompañando a las huestes de Alfonso VI, en su lucha fratricida contra Sancho II, el campo de Golpejar junto a Carrión de los Condes, se convirtió en un rio de sangre tras la batalla. Hicieron prisionero al rey y a todos sus soldados nos pasaron a cuchillo.
Horas después desperté en la cabaña de un Mago Negro que me había vuelto a la vida, sentí un gran deshonor porque el maligno no me había permitido compartir la honra de la muerte junto a mis compañeros, y lleno de ira degollé con mi daga al Nigromante. Después solo pude oír como en un leve suspiro la maldición: “Vivirás sin envejecer mientras las Peñas que guardan tu pueblo permanezcan en pie, penando por el dolor de la muerte de tus hijos y de los hijos de tus hijos, y solo podrás morir si algún día más de mil siervos de Dios así lo pidieran expresamente…”
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My real name is Fernando Rodrigo Prado , son of Rodrigo Lainez Teverga and Doña Elvira Jimenez, born in one of the houses in this village 27 November 1053 year of the Lord , soon I will fulfill 961 years .
In all this time I have seen this little village was shedding its skin , and as all my loved ones are gone marching one after another with the passing of the years.
While Peña Peña Sobia Gradura and protect grassland easterly winds , remain intact and watching the time , I am unable to bear even for an hour this curse.
It was in 1072 when he accompanied the armies of Alfonso VI in his fratricidal struggle against Sancho II , the field next to Golpejar Carrión de los Condes, became a river of blood after the battle. Taken prisoner the king and all his soldiers were upgraded sword.
Hours later I woke up in the cabin of a Black Mage who had returned me to life , I felt a great dishonor because the evil had not allowed me to share the honor of death with my teammates , and full of wrath beheaded with my dagger to the Necromancer . I could then just hear like a faint sigh the curse : " You will live without aging while Peñas that keep your people you remain standing, grieving for the pain of the death of your children and your children's children , and you can only die if one day more than a thousand servants of God so expressly asked ... "
On 21st of February in 1952 Pakistan authorities, refusing to grant Bangla --- the language spoken by people in the then East Pakistan --- let loose police to brutally thwart a movement by Bengalis over demand that Bangla become a state language. Several lives had been lost - students and others - in that savagery which eventually achieved Bangla its due honour in Pakistan and later the glory of International Mother Language.
Followed by cries of mothers who lost their children, hopelessness of women who lost their husbands, and others who lost their future in hands of political terrorists.
Grieves with Ryan Gross and Mouse Powell with Danny T performing at Meow Wolf's music venue in Santa Fe, New Mexico.
EXPLORE #285 on 7.22.06.
(Still on Jan. 17, 2009)
We are at a crossroads on our small planet. As a pacifist, I grieve for the loss of life in each conflict and challenge, for whatever reason. I choose to work toward peace, beginning with myself and my relationship with each individual person I encounter. I believe that I always have a choice in how I create our world. Please… think peace, speak peace, pray peace….in any language, faith, belief, persuasion. “Change one mind. Change the world.”
“Let there be peace on Earth, and let it begin with me.”
Words and Music by Jill Jackson and Sy Miller, Circa 1955.
Let there be peace on earth,
and let it begin with me.
Let there be peace on Earth,
the peace that was meant to be.
With God (Allah, Yahweh, Jehovah, Shiva, Buddha, etc.) as our Father,
brothers all are we,
Let me walk with my brother,
in perfect harmony.
Let peace begin with me,
let this be the moment now.
With every step I take,
let this be my solemn vow,
To take each moment and live each moment
in peace, eternally.
Let there be Peace on Earth,
and let it begin with me.
July 2006, Verizon PC camphone with Picasa2.
Younger relative had passed away at 50 years old with several family and friends attending the funeral mass. This senior relative was particularly strking to me for his grieving, even when outside in warm sunny weather.
Grieving for the communities of Baton Rouge, St. Paul and Dallas;
Keeping the families and friends of the victims in thought and prayer
Grieves with Ryan Gross and Mouse Powell with Danny T performing at Meow Wolf's music venue in Santa Fe, New Mexico.
A picture I took several (2014) years ago. Living in Ardnamurchan I haven't seen a live red poppy for so long so this will have to do.
Today we remember: Lest we forget. Today I share the DNA with two soldier's who are both now dead who gave their all for this country, and its people, for the future and for freedom. Both were Scots, both uncles, both now dead, one 106 years ago, one only a year ago, both winners of the Military Cross, third highest (second highest until 1993) award for gallantry during active operations against the enemy.
2nd Lieutenant David Dandi Cairnie, MC, 5th Seaforth Highlanders, killed in action 21st March 1918, aged 31, 1st Battle of the Somme, over the top and leading from the front. I remember the house he grew up in, in Thurso. And his sisters still grieving 60 years later. This piece is particularly descriptive of the battle: www.facebook.com/clyneheritage/posts/40-david-dandie-cair...
Captain George Girdwood Stewart MC, Royal Artillery, lived to the age of 103. Apart from his wartime exploits that won him the Military Cross he became Commissioner of the Forestry Commission, Chairman of the Scottish Wildlife Trust, and served on the National Trust for Scotland. He was a keen skier and as president of the Scottish Ski Club he skied in the Pyrennes on his 100th birthday. Long before Andy Murray became a tennis champion George became Britain's only tennis world champion at the age of 85 in the World Senior's championship. He carried the Olympic flame for the 1012 London Olympics. I went to his 100th birthday party. www.thecourier.co.uk/fp/news/perth-kinross/4167478/george...
Two men, who join the list of millions to be remembered. Not just numbers, but real men, remembered with pride, as they showed how to live and to pay the ultimate sacrifice
All the males in our family have stood in uniform at some stage or another and sworn allegiance to the crown, and although my service in uniform ATC, OTC, Queen's Regiment, Gordon Highlanders, Merchant Navy etc, was meagre, I was proud to serve.
COURAGE : www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-14063681/lord-ashcroft-c...
13 + Laps, so many campsites I have explore and so many friends I have made. I love you all. We are strong, We are Survivors,We are care giver, we are supporters, we are grievers, we are Heros of Hope:) See you all next year on the track.
Grieves with Ryan Gross and Mouse Powell with Danny T performing at Meow Wolf's music venue in Santa Fe, New Mexico.
Grieving Eric Clapton lived as a recluse in Antigua for a year after his son Conor, four, suffered a fatal 53-storey fall from a New York skyscraper in 1991.
Seen here on the tip of the peninsula is his 14,000 square foot private villa Standfast Point. To the left is Crossroads Centre Antigua, an addiction treatment centre founded by Eric Clapton.
Every decision made is the result of a choice, sometimes mine, sometimes yours. It was my choice to join. It was your choice what I was to be. God did not make the Warrior, man did. In the life we live, the Warrior is a necessity. It is the responsibility of the Warrior to protect and defend the freedom of others, no matter how high the cost. The color of freedom is red.
Grieve the Warrior, You.
Once a Warrior is made, there is no going back. He is forever changed. It is up to you to honor and respect the Warrior in his transformations. A Warrior has wisdom you will never know, let alone understand. Among Indian tribes of old, only a Warrior could become Chief, and only a Chief could advance to Sage.
Grieve the Warrior, You.
There is a Wall filled with bygone heroes, honored and respected. A virtual Wall exists with four times the names, fallen Warriors that shouldn't be, but driven there by dishonor and disrespect. There are many, many more who are alive, but dead at the same time. You have chosen to put it all behind you. It is past now, so let us forget it, like it never happened. Warriors can't put it down, can't forget because it is still happening to their minds.
Grieve the Warrior, You.
Whatever you think of them, or not think of them, doesn't change a thing. You have made them Warriors and Warrior forever they will be. You see I am a Warrior. No one ever says, "I was" or "I will be", but "I am." I am the price of your freedom. Your world exists because of mine, and mine exist because of yours. Your visions are many and varied, of bright and beautiful things to come. The visions of a Warrior are contained in one _____ A thousand-yard stare.
Never mind, the Warrior will grieve You.
This Grizzly mom had lost her other cub to a male the day before, I can't tell you how much this image has stayed w me almost six months later. (Footnote: many thanks for all the faves, views and kind comments)