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“One is not called noble who harms living beings. By not harming living beings one is called noble.”
The Buddha
I'll boil easier than you
Crush my bones into glue
I'm a go-getter
The system's in red
The room is inbred
I'm a go-getter
Don't hold no harm
Don't hold no harm
My children despise my wonderful lies
I'm a go-getter
I see through your walls
And your space down your halls
I'm a go-getter
Don't hold no harm
Don't hold no harm
The fever I feel, the fake and the real
I'm a go-getter
My world just expands
Things just break in my hands
I'm a go-getter
Don't hold no harm
Don't hold no harm
Don't hold no harm
Don't hold no harm
We lay by cool, still waters
And gazed into the sun
And like the moth's great imperfection
Succumbed to her fatal charms
And maybe it's me who dreams of requited love
The victim of fools who stand in line.
Away from harm.
Dead can dance - Anywhere out of the world
As summer draws to a close, I thought it would be very appropriate for the Macro Mondays theme 'Leaf' to show a tiny bit of the decimation of my hosta plants! I have given up on my Gastropod Relocation Programme, and the snails seem to be enjoying themselves immensely.
No snails were harmed in the making of this photograph.
If I was a better man
Would fellow men take me to their hearts
If I was a stronger man
Carrying the weight of a popular demand
Tell me would that alarm her
I'd never harm her at all
If I was a soldier
Captive arms I'd lay before her
If I was a sailor
Seven oceans I'd sail to her
If I was a wiser man
Would other men reach out and touch me
If I was a kinder man
Dishing up love for a hungry world
Tell me would that appease her
I want to please her again
If I was a painter
I'd paint a world that couldn't taint her
If I was a leader
On food of love from above I would feed her
If I Was a poet
All my love and burning words I would show it
If I was her lover
Her eyes in kisses I would cover
Come here my baby
Oh they can't touch you now
I'll keep you save and warm
I'll never leave you at all
Come here my baby
Oh they won't touch you
Dishing up love for a hungry world
Tell me would that appease you
I want to please you again
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MODEL: Tadeu Gartner
PHOTOGRAPHERS: Nimoe Constantine
POSE: Pics n Poses-OM-Broken Doll-37 by Sue Hunniton
DOLL: Doll by COCO - Adele Close Eyes
Oh you see my body, all broken and forlorn,
Lying still and lonely waiting for a new dawn.
Lost without a lover to keep me loved and warm,
I have no one special to keep me safe from harm.
I am doll that is shattered, battered and all torn.
Bring my soul that warm peace that only love can adorn.
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L&B Swear Hero X Jacket from SwagBag August
L&B Swear Tactical Leather Pants from SwagBag September
TonkTastic 390s
Pose: Bauhaus Movement - Assassin Creed 9
Taken @ Luanes World - Le Monde Perdu - Summer 2023
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Am I just a feeling you can't name?
Well, do you see my face at night when all else fades?
Wherever you go, I follow you all the way
I could see we're one but not the same
So, don't just stand there in the dark, cause I haven't left you
I have been there from the start and I won't forget you
The distant stars will show me where you are
And no, we could never be apart
You're safe from harm
For Looking Close on Friday theme 'Toy Cars'.
Any resemblance to the iconic ending of Ridley Scott's 1991 film Thelma and Louise is purely intentional. But lacking a backdrop shot of the American West, I've had to substitute an image looking north to the Isle of Raasay from Skye.
I've had this idea for quite some time, but lacked an appropriate model car. When this theme came up, I checked out the local junk shop and found a model Mini Cooper and VW Beetle, neither of which were suitable. So went all out and 'shelled out' for this beautiful little Corgi MGB model convertible, never mind that it isn't a Thunderbird. A tricky part was finding snails that would be able to fit into the seats.
The weather remains total carp on Skye, with little respite from the generally poor conditions, so fortunately I have my snails to play with. Thanks to Maria for this week's theme - I've had hours of fun...
No snails were harmed in the making of this photograph.
Here comes a male Greater Sage grouse in full flight, right for my head! No harm ensued. Walden, Colorado.
One tree said.
I hate it when I see writings and engravings on tree trunks. How will you feel if someone engraved their names or memories on your bodies!
"You always have to remember - no matter what you're told - that God loves all the flowers, even the wild ones that grow on the side of the highway."
-- Cyndi Lauper (American singer, songwriter, and actress)
Technical Information (or Nerdy Stuff):
Camera - Nikon D7200 (handheld)
Lens – Nikkor 18-300mm Zoom
ISO – 400
Aperture – f/6.3
Exposure – 1/1600 second
Focal Length – 300mm
The original RAW file was processed with Adobe Camera Raw and final adjustments were made with Photoshop CS6.
"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11
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The misery of self-isolation...
The song Oh Lonesome Me was written in 1957 by country singer-songwriter Don Gibson. It has been recorded by numerous artists, including Elvis Presley, Johnny Cash and Neil Young.
For Macro Mondays theme 'Vibrant Minimalism'.
The image was done as a seven shot focus stack. The most tricky and time-consuming part was constructing the 'eye' - I punched out a tiny circle of yellow paper and managed to draw on the black pupil (this took a number of attempts), then I lost several of them in the carpet before I managed to get one to stick on the wood.
No wooden puzzle pieces were harmed in the making of this photograph.
Britain’s largest social wasp, the European Hornet is native to the UK and Europe, as well as being established in both North and South America - it’s latinate name is Vespa Crabro. A subfamily of the Vespinae, these members are characterised by habits that include chewing up their food to feed to their young, and chewing up materials to create paper-like nests.
Due to their colouring, European hornets are often mistaken for the Asian Giant Hornet - which are a more dangerous species that is not native to the UK. Though we do not know when the first hornet was sighted in the UK, it is believed that the
Due to the unwarranted fear surrounding European hornets, many of their nests in the past have been destroyed - leading to them becoming critically endangered. It is no secret that we need to do more to protect the natural ecosystems and biodiversity that is in place. That is why in some countries like Germany, it is illegal to kill or harm a European wasp nest. Though we don’t have this law in the UK - it signals to us how important it is to protect the decline of these species.
Winter is for resting and recuperating. It's for planning and dreaming, for remembering. It's for missing summer places and the reassurance that we'll see them again.
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'No Harm'
Camera: Mamiya RB67
Film: Kodak Vericolor III; x-9/2000
Process: DIY ECN-2
Nebraska
July 2025
Continuing the search for the ever decreasing population of "See Rock City" barns, I got the opportunity to photograph this slightly different version of the iconic barns. I've driven or ridden by this one several times but didn't see it until it was too late. It is located right on I-81 in Hales Crossroads which is directly south of Morristown, Tennessee. You can see it best if you are traveling south on 81 although it is on the north-bound side and faces north.
The Ruby Falls is located inside historic Lookout Mountain and is a thundering underground waterfall that is accessible by descending 260 feet down into the cave via a glass-front elevator. You can also discover breathtaking views of the Cumberland Plateau and Tennessee River from the park’s scenic overlooks and visit the park’s historic limestone castle built in 1929.
Three bracketed photos were taken with a handheld Nikon D7200 and combined with Photomatix Pro to create this HDR image. Additional adjustments were made in Photoshop CS6.
"For I know the plans I have for you", declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11
MetaTheodora avatar found at the MiaMai Golden Thread event -
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Images taken at my private residence - Mindwalker Beach
The highly skilled balancing act of the star performer!
Something rather over-the-top for Macro Mondays theme 'Redux 2018' and Smile on Saturday theme 'Wish Upon a Star'. This was my first idea for the MM theme 'Balance' just a few weeks ago, but decided on something else.
No snails were harmed in the process of making this photograph. As usual, the set up and lighting were first done, then the snail added to keep shooting time to a minimum. This is one of several small juvenile snails that are overwintering in the safety and relative warmth of my conservatory. Although they are less active at this time of year, they can usually be convinced to perform when enticed by lettuce.
This is my first attempt at something called a “flatlay”! I’ve been wanting to try it for some time now, and decided today is the day....no Santa’s were harmed in the filming of this project, although some appear arthritic and old. That’s because they are! I love my vintage Santas, and think I’ve put them to good use.
Truly one of a better e-mail you may not have seen:
A mother asked this President... 'Why did my son have to die in Iraq ?'
A mother asked this President... 'Why did my son have to die in Saudi Arabia ?'
A mother asked President... 'Why did my son have to die in Kuwait?'
Another mother asked President... 'Why did my son have to die in Vietnam?'
Another mother asked President... 'Why did my son have to die in Korea?'
Another mother asked President... 'Why did my son have to die on Iwo Jima?'
Another mother asked President... 'Why did my son have to die on a battlefield in France?'
Yet another mother asked President... 'Why did my son have to die at Gettysburg?'
And yet another mother asked President... 'Why did my son have to die on a frozen field near Valley Forge?'
Then long, long ago, a mother asked...
'Heavenly Father ... why did my Son have to die on a cross outside of Jerusalem?'
The answer is always the same... “So that others may live and dwell in peace, happiness, and freedom.”
This was emailed to me with no author. I thought the magnitude and the simplicity were awesome.
If you are not willing to stand BEHIND our troops, please, please feel free to stand in front of them....
“Lets go to WAR is a political decision usually made by governments leading nations. A person can try to influence that decision, before and after, War begins or is averted. Once in war, a citizen’s duty to his/country is what if asked to served, or if asked to support those serving in hostile territories in HARM’s WAY”? I pray for the military folks abroad and at home, anxiously awaiting exercise of the right to vote out this current top government officials. What do you do?
EXPLORE # 479 on Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Soundtrack // Bande-son: DEAD CAN DANCE ("Anywhere Out Of The World"): www.youtube.com/watch?v=rdjqIBZoIEY
"And maybe it's easier to withdraw from life... With all of its misery and wretched lies... AWAY FROM HARM..."
"La voiture apporte un peu de civilisation dans ce paysage brut et sauvage !" (FLORENCE.V / www.flickr.com/photos/flo59/)
"Encore une pépite, unique !" (VINCENT / www.flickr.com/photos/58769600@N07/)
"The world can be a dangerous place my child. Be careful (*_^)" (PIERRE à VANCOUVER / www.flickr.com/photos/sofarsocute/)
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"now there is just one pillow on the bed
where a solitary someone lays her head
a stack of books meant to be read aloud
closed and dusty awaiting a crowd" - New Lonliness by Sarah Harmer
Well, it's back to school...well, back to work for me but working IN a school is like going back to school. I had a great day back, it felt nice to be back in a supportive work environment and see everyone. This year is looking like an interesting, challenging yet exciting year to come!
TOTW: Class Is In Session
MSH: Books
I pray for the safety of my sister, nephew and his girlfriend who are close to the path of Hurricane Ike. Please put your protective arms around them and all that are in harm's way. Amen.
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Massive Attack - „Safe from harm“
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PKtTmZnVhhI
Midnight rockers, city slickers
Gunmen and maniacs
All are featured on the freak show
And I can′t do nothing 'bout that, no
But if you hurt what′s mine
I'll sure as hell retaliate
Telling us what is infectious and dangerous
You can free the world, you can free my mind
Just as long as my baby's safe from harm tonight
You can free the world, you can free my mind
Just as long as my baby′s safe from harm tonight
Telling us what is infectious and dangerous
Friends and enemies, they find us contagerous
I was looking back to see
If you were looking back at me
To see me looking back at you
Lucky dippers, crazy chancers
Seems to be moving fast
What happened to the niceties of my childhood days?
Well, I can′t do nothing 'bout that, no
But if you hurt what′s mine
I'll sure as hell retaliate
I was
I was looking back at you
To see if you were
I was looking I was
I was looking back to at you
To see if you were looking back at me
To see me looking back at you
You can free the world, you can free my mind
Just as long as my baby′s safe from harm tonight
You can free the world, you can free my mind
Just as long as my baby's safe from harm tonight
Telling us what is infectious and dangerous
Friends and enemies, they find us contagerous
And they spread into your system like a virus
Yes, the trouble is it kind of makes you anxious
I was
I was looking back to see
If you were looking back at me
To see me looking back at you
I was
I was looking back to see
If you were looking back at me
To see me looking back at you
But if you hurt what′s mine
I'll sure as hell retaliate
You can free the world, you can free my mind
Just as long as my baby's safe from harm tonight
You can free the world, you can free my mind
Just as long as my baby′s safe from harm tonight
The mortuary temple of Hatshepsut was built during the reign of Pharaoh Hatshepsut of the Eighteenth Dynasty of Egypt.[b] Located opposite the city of Luxor, it is considered to be a masterpiece of ancient architecture.[c] Its three massive terraces rise above the desert floor and into the cliffs of Deir el-Bahari. Hatshepsut's tomb, KV20, lies inside the same massif capped by El Qurn, a pyramid for her mortuary complex. At the edge of the desert, 1 km (0.62 mi) east, connected to the complex by a causeway, lies the accompanying valley temple. Across the river Nile, the whole structure points towards the monumental Eighth Pylon, Hatshepsut's most recognizable addition to the Temple of Karnak and the site from which the procession of the Beautiful Festival of the Valley departed. Its axes identify the temple's twin functions: Its central east-west axis served to receive the barque of Amun-Re at the climax of the festival, while its north-south axis represented the life cycle of the pharaoh from coronation to rebirth.
The terraced temple was constructed between Hatshepsut's seventh and twentieth regnal years, during which building plans were repeatedly modified. In its design, it was heavily influenced by the adjacent Temple of Mentuhotep II of the Eleventh Dynasty built six centuries earlier.[d] In the arrangement of its chambers and sanctuaries, though, the temple is wholly unique. The central axis, customarily reserved for the mortuary complex, is occupied instead by the sanctuary of the barque of Amun-Re, with the mortuary cult being displaced south to form the auxiliary axis with the solar cult complex to the north. Separated from the main sanctuary are shrines to Hathor and Anubis, which lie on the middle terrace. The porticoes that front the terrace here host the most notable reliefs of the temple – those of the expedition to the Land of Punt and the divine birth of Hatshepsut which form the backbone of her case to rightfully occupy the throne as a member of the royal family and as godly progeny. Below, the lowest terrace leads to the causeway and the valley temple.
The state of the temple has suffered over time. Two decades after Hatshepsut's death, under the direction of Thutmose III, references to her rule were erased, usurped, or obliterated. The campaign was intense but brief, quelled after two years when Amenhotep II was enthroned. The reasons behind the proscription remain a mystery. A personal grudge appears unlikely as Thutmose III had waited twenty years to act. Perhaps the concept of a female king was anathema to ancient Egyptian society, or a dynastic dispute between the Ahmosid and Thutmosid lineages needed resolving. In the Amarna Period, the temple was defaced again when Akhenaten ordered the images of Egyptian gods, particularly those of Amun, to be erased. These damages were repaired subsequently under Tutankhamun, Horemheb and Ramesses II. An earthquake in the Third Intermediate Period caused further harm. During the Ptolemaic period, the sanctuary of Amun was restructured, and a new portico was built at its entrance. A Coptic monastery of Saint Phoibammon was built between the 6th and 8th centuries AD, and images of Christ were painted over original reliefs. The latest graffito left is dated to c. 1223.
The temple resurfaces in the records of the modern era in 1737 with Richard Pococke, a British traveller, who visited the site. Several visitations followed though serious excavation was not conducted until the 1850s and 60s under Auguste Mariette. The temple was fully excavated between 1893 and 1906 during an expedition of the Egypt Exploration Fund (EEF) directed by Édouard Naville. Further efforts were carried out by Herbert E. Winlock and the Metropolitan Museum of Art (MMA) from 1911 to 1936, and by Émile Baraize and the Egyptian Antiquities Service (now the Supreme Council of Antiquities (SCA)) from 1925 to 1952. Since 1961, the Polish Centre of Mediterranean Archaeology (PCMA) has carried out extensive consolidation and restoration works throughout the temple, and it was opened to the public in March 2023.
Once upon a time there was a smug little town perched at the edge of a deep blue ocean. All around it, trees grew. Great twisting tentacled trees. Trees with limbs like undulating snakes, like curls of smoke turned miraculously solid. The trees breathed in and out, cleaning the air continuously; their fallen leaves and acorns fed the earth around their roots, creating food and habitat for all manner of other critters. Their branches were anointed with nests; their summer shade cooled the meadow, preserving moisture through the long brown rainless summers.
The trees harmed no one. At least not on purpose. Of course there were “accidents” when people felled them; maimings, fatalities, losses of human limbs; that was to be expected. But most of the time the trees, as far as anyone in the town knew, pretty much just stood there, swaying in the breeze, changing with the seasons; anonymous, dispensable, to be hacked away without a thought when the thing called Progress demanded it.
Then one day a fairy (do you think they called them fairies because they so often set things right, or restored an order of fairness?). Anyway, one day a fairy happened by and was surprised by what she saw. She’d last visited the shore a few hundred years earlier (a short blip in fairy time) and seen a very different place.
The people who lived there hundreds of years ago led a rich and satisfying life. The sea and surrounding woods and meadows provided a diverse and nearly endless food supply. The people ate well; had plenty for the winters; lived in comfort… and had the luxury of dedicating time to art, to craft, to ceremony, song and feast. They had their hardships. Their life was not idyllic. But they cherished and respected the earth. And the trees.
The new town was different. The people there saw the trees (if indeed they noticed them at all) as barriers, as things to be removed and gotten past. They slaughtered the trees to build their houses, heat their houses, cook their food. They slaughtered more to grow crops, to build roads and shopping malls. The trees were not entirely resigned (remember those “accidents”). But they were rooted; that was the only thing that truly held them back. And so the fairy, hoping to return the place to its earlier balance, gave the trees the power of movement; made their roots fast feet; encouraged them to bring the place back to what it had been.
The trees went forward without hesitation. They had dreamed of this day for a very long time. Many had been planning it in detail for centuries. They decided to wait till late in the night when most of the town would be sleeping or distracted.
As darkness fell, they began a slow shuffle. Earth erupted as first one, then 10, then a hundred others ripped their deep thick heavy roots from the ground… setting off a string of low successive rumbles like a long roll of thunder. A soft cloud of dust rose up around the town’s outskirts as the trees moved in. They barricaded roads. Stopped traffic. And, after all those countless years of practising with only air, their long twisting talons made solid contact; pried the roofs off houses; lashed down the power lines and watched, amused as the people jerked and fried with their own innovation coursing through them. The trees systematically ripped up the town, destroyed the people’s built environment. They worked through the night until nothing artificial stood, and all the people had been killed or had fled.
By morning the trees were exhausted. Movement was new to them and they had had a lot of it. They surveyed what was left of the town and they were well and truly pleased. They lashed long branches across each other’s backs in celebration of their victory. And then.
And then one tree saw something shiny, flickering in the dust. It was small and metallic with a strange glass front that kept changing colours, patterns, frequencies of light and dark. The tree picked it up and showed it to a few of the others. They didn’t understand why or how, but the bright shiny flickering glass held their attention. Soon more trees gathered round. And they touched the object, and it made sounds. And it continued making sounds, and somehow the sounds and the flashing glassy light seemed connected – and the trees found it even more compelling.
These were all park trees. They had lived in the closest thing to wilderness there was around the town. Few of their immediate family had been slaughtered, and so they were less vigilantly anti-people than their more urban counterparts. They talked among themselves and decided on two things.
1. They would take the shiny object back to the park to amuse them. Now that they had tasted freedom, they were less keen about standing all day and night in silence with nothing to watch or listen to but weather, insects, birds and other plants.
2. On their way back, they would check the ruins of the town for any more shiny objects. If they found more, they’d take those back as well.
So the trees started heading to the park, sifting through what was left of buildings and roadways and parking lots and whatnot along the way. They found a bunch of the shiny things and shared them among themselves… sitting in groups, huddled, watching shiny colours flash.
A couple of the urban trees saw what was happening. And they were aghast. Because they knew about television. They had peered through windows. They had seen the destruction; had seen the tuned-in zombies lying motionless for hours in the strange blue flickering glow from the screens; had seen their muscles atrophy; had seen their bellies bulge and their brains go mushy from mindless inactivity.
“Please,” they said to the park trees. “Resist the temptation. The shiny things are harmful. Besides, they’ll only flicker till their batteries die and then you’ll be hooped.” Because the urban trees knew about batteries, too. And they saw how frantic and useless the people had become when their electronic gizmos died, even temporarily.
But the park trees were already hooked. “Screw you,” they said to the urban trees. “You’re just jealous ‘cause we have shiny things and you don’t. We’re keeping them.”
And they did. And a great cultural gulf grew up between the trees. The park dwellers spent all their time gathered ‘round the shiny things – hunched, staring, lifeless. They didn’t have the energy to make new leaves when spring came; they made no shade in the summer; their doubled-over trunks and folded limbs provided no habitat and… worst of all… their stretched-out roots lost contact with the earth and cut off their former supply of nutrients.
Then one day the batteries died. The flickering screens went dark and silent. And the park trees were lost… utterly lost. They’d forgotten about their former lives; had no idea how to just be trees. And besides, they were weak and sick from endless days and nights of television.
But. They had watched enough news to know what a population ought to do in that situation:
First they looked for someone to blame. They decided it should be the urban trees. Then they declared war. And mounted an attack.
It was fall. The park and the former town were crispy dry – more than usual, what with the park trees having been off the job for so long.
The park trees were weak, too… too weak to muster any full-on, tree-to-tree combat-type attack.
So they did something they’d seen on TV: rubbed their branches together… harder and harder, faster and faster… till sparks flew. And the dry grass ignited.
By the time they realized the fire would engulf them all, it was too late.
Grey Days. 24.10.2008, Hanhijänkkä, Tornio.
Not so many bright things in the nature these days...still I like the few plain colours and cool weather - but not the all-day-rain-that-gets-everything-wet like today...
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The Muppets went to Treasure Island, so why not into the Middle Ages?
Unfortunately, the filming quickly becomes a mess, can you help Miss Piggy find all her 11 friends (Kermit, Swedish Chef, Fozzie Bear, Rowlf, Waldorf, Statler, Gonzo, Animal, Beaker, Janice & Dr. Bunsen Honeydew) who have sneaked into the scene?
Disclaimer: No Beakers were harmed during the making of this MOC.
This is my entry to Brickscalibur's "Where's Waldo?" category.