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Bilder från en promenad utefter Lärjeån och Aspen, Jonsered. 2021-10-21 - Picture from a autumn walk along Säveån and the lake Aspen, Jonsered, Gothenburg, Sweden. 2021-10-21
Moving along the Ossetian Military Road to the Alagir Gorge, on the right side of the road, an extraordinary sculptural composition attracts attention. This is Nykhas Uastyrdzhi, as it is called in Ossetia This place is a zuar - a holy place The sculpture is attached to a rock and weighs 28 tons! The sanctuary and rock carvings of Uastyrji In the Ossetian tradition, George the Victorious is named after Uastyrji, who is also one of the main characters of the Nart epic of Uastyrdzhi, the patron saint of men, travelers and warriors.
Giant Uastyrdzhi - in the Nart epic, the patron of men, travelers and warriors. Descending to earth, the celestial being checks people to find out whether they help each other in need and grief. It seems as if he flies out of a rock above the road.
A HOST of SORROWS, sadness, can be for many reasons... these roses are host to many tear-drops.
From my garden, a rose called appropriately: Fire & Ice.
These duo-toned roses are plump and opulent but are non-fragrant.
The weather was mad, raining, thunder and lightning, so in between showers, you can still see some drops on the petals, drying up quickly though under the studio-lights... yep, I rushed out, yep another 'rescue' job, lol.
Have a wonderful day, filled with love and thank you for your visit, M, (*_*)
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Every day, it seems increasingly likely that Trump and many higher ranked officials colluded with Putin and Russian higher ranking officials in a way that would undermine the actions of previous presidencies and illegitimatize our entire election. Russia just broke a 30 year treaty signifying the end of the Cold War to launch a missile and a Russian spy ship last night was found close to the coast of Connecticut. Which leads me to wonder, how much do they know about America's National Security and what damage could they already do?
Now, don't get me wrong...I don't have anything against Russians themselves. I'm a big fan of Russian literature especially...but, I don't exactly love the idea of having a government that assassinates any opponents and makes domestic abuse legal when 40 women die a day in Russia at the hands of their spouses. I don't trust the Russian government to act in the best interest of their people (look what has happened also historically in Crimea, the Ukraine, Georgia, Chechnya) and definitely not in the best interest of America and I fear even an impending WWIII if this continues to escalate.
It seems a great deal of American conservative lawmakers would love that idea, though, considering there is a new anti-choice Oklahoma law describing a woman's body merely as a "host" for carrying male sperm and a new Arkansas law that allows rapists to demand and even sue their victims if they receive an abortion.
So, I guess we know which states we don't want to visit or live in, right girls?
Last but not least, ICE is still rounding up people based on merely being "suspicious" of them which gives them a great deal of leeway to basically round up whomever they feel like it. Americans are being held hostage by a president who has sold us out to the Russians and whose wife is costing us 1 million extra dollars a day because Melania Trump doesn't want to live in the white house but somehow it's the immigrants and refugees that are the problem....right, that makes total sense.
There is going to be a great deal of protesting today and many of the chains in Chicago are closed to allow their workers to march, which is heartening. I will be going to work myself but in my job I literally support in part some of the children of immigrants so I will be there in spirit and I will continue to love and care for their children and all children with special needs or different ability levels. I can't imagine being a child in this country right now.
Carratraca es un municipio de la provincia de Málaga, en España, situado entre las estribaciones más nororientales de la Serranía de Ronda (sierras de Alcaparaín, Baños y Aguas).
Es al mismo tiempo una de las puertas septentrionales del Valle del Guadalhorce y territorio fronterizo entre estas dos comarcas y la de Antequera, con la que conecta por Ardales. Su paisaje es de laderas muy abruptas en la sierra de Alcaparín y algo más suave en las sierras de Baños y Aguas, cubiertas de pinares y monte bajo y algún que otro olivar allí donde el relieve lo permite. En el fondo del valle que recorre el término municipal de norte a sur, y por el que discurre el arroyo de las Cañas, el campo es de huertas en los márgenes de los arroyos y de cultivos de cereal y olivar entre éstas y el comienzo de las sierras. En el casco urbano de Carratraca destaca poderosamente el conjunto arquitectónico formado por la casa de Doña Trinidad Grund, convertida en Ayuntamiento, y la torre próxima a dicha casa. Desde las terrazas de este conjunto se obtienen bellas panorámicas del entorno.
Everyone celebrates Christmas a little differently. This interesting photograph proves that.
When I was a boy with uncombed hair and a mouth missing a few important teeth, Christmas meant one thing, presents. The more, the better. In our family, gift-giving happened on Christmas Eve. It was the one night of the year when my older brothers couldn’t wait to head out in the dark to the barn quickly to finish their chores.
They never admitted it, but they were just as eager as the rest of us to get back inside and gather around the family. My mother, however, ran on her own schedule. Supper on Christmas Eve was always simple, usually something quick to prepare and even quicker to clean up.
My father didn’t always cooperate with that plan. One of his cherished Christmas Eve traditions was eating dead oysters, along with half a bag of oyster crackers soaked in oyster soup. No one else shared his enthusiasm. More often than not, he was still enjoying his feast long after the rest of us had finished eating and were growing impatient.
But even when Dad finally put his bowl down, we still had more to do.
My mother insisted on reading a chapter from the Bible about the Nativity every Christmas Eve. We children, had to sit around the kitchen table and listen quietly as she slowly read from either Matthew or Luke. We fidgeted, squirmed, and stole glances toward where the presents waited. For many years, it seemed to me the Nativity story must be the longest chapter in the Bible because it took forever for Mom to read.
Gifts were simple back then. In lean years, each of us might receive only one. Sometimes that gift hit us square in the heart. Other times, we wondered if Dad had done the shopping on his own.
Christmas was really a two-day event in our family. Christmas Day meant gathering with the extended family, usually for an early afternoon dinner at my grandparents’ small house in Slayton, next to Dillon’s Alignment Shop, or at the home of one of their sons: Ralph, Larry, or Jack.
Arriving at the host's was always the same. Relatives we rarely saw would exclaim over how tall we had grown or how old we were getting. Occasionally, an aunt would try to kiss the boys, which we did our best to avoid, although I noticed that as my brothers grew older, they did not seem to mind as much.
The hours that followed blended as we ate, visited, and laughed a lot. Most years included a simple gift exchange from names drawn months earlier. I could always predict what my grandparents would give me: a book. I’ll admit that, as a boy, receiving a book at Christmas generated about the same excitement an apple once did for a child on the American frontier.
Now, ghosts of Christmas past attend our family gatherings. The younger folks don’t see them, but I do. As I celebrate my 80th Christmas this year, I will almost hear the voices of my mother and father, along with relatives who shaped my life and now live only in memory.
Someday, I suppose, my children and grandchildren will see their own ghosts.
If I were in charge of the agenda this year, I’d pause the celebration for just a moment and remind everyone to love one another unconditionally, to forgive quickly, and not to hold on to offenses. The young believe they have endless time to live that way. I know better.
The psalmist wrote, “Everyone is but a breath, even those who seem secure.”
But, instead of offering a mini-sermon, I’ll simply smile at each of them, and wish them, and you, a very Merry Christmas.
Ciudad histórica, Camino de Santiago, Imprescindible, Gótico, Renacentista, Visitable, ¡Recomendado!
S. XVI.
El actual edificio fue mandado construir en 1501 por los Reyes Católicos para atender a los enfermos y peregrinos del divino Xacobe, según se puede leer en la inscripción latina que recorre el friso superior de la portada. Su construcción, no obstante, se decidió ya en 1492 coincidiendo con el descubrimiento de América.
El proyecto de las obras se debe al arquitecto real Enrique Egas. Delante de la fachada podemos ver una fuerte cadena del siglo XVI sostenida por pilares esmeradamente tallados que delimita la propiedad del hospital y que tiene su origen en las disputas de propiedad entre el Ayuntamiento y las autoridades del Hospital. Cuenta con una hermosa portada plateresca obra de los maestros franceses Martín de Blas y Guil lén de Colás. En las pilastras de esta portada podemos ver de abajo arriba, las figuras de Adán, Santa Catalina y San Juan Bautista en la izquierda y las de Eva, Santa Lucía y María Magdalena en la derecha. En el friso de la puerta, estructurada a modo de arco triunfal romano aparecen alineadas las figuras de los doce apóstoles. En las pechinas sobre el arco podemos ver los medallones que recogen los bustos de los reyes Isabel y Fernando. Sobre el friso, en el cuerpo superior se abre la ventana del Aposento Real, reservado para hospedar a los monarcas cuando acudieran a Compostela y flanqueada por las imágenes de Cristo, la Virgen, Santiago, San Juan Evangelista, San Pedro y San Pablo. Dos grandes escudos, con las armas de Castilla flanquean así mismo, la portada. Recorriendo todo el frente del edificio vemos los balcones diseñados por fray Tomás Alonso, apoyados en ménsulas muy trabajadas que representan figuras fantasiosas. La cornisa se decora con una minuciosa cadena en la que sobresalen grotescas y obscenas gárgolas.
El espacio interior está estructurado en una planta rectangular con cuatro patios. El más artístico de estos patios es el primero que encontramos entrando a la izquierda, en el que destaca sobre todo, la puerta que conduce a la antigua sala de San Luis. El interior del Hostal alberga una hermosa capilla ojival, declarada Monumento Nacional en 1912. La parte más interesante de esta capilla de planta de cruz latina, situada entre los cuatro patios, es el crucero al que se accede a través de un enrejado de hierro de hermosa factura, obra del cerrajero francés Guillén. La bóveda del crucero, confeccionada en piedra litográfica de Coimbra, es de una bellísima filigrana.
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