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Knowing that dishwashing soap is a grand plaything, I decided to create a concentrated solution when mixed with water. Dipping a cake cooling rack into the liquid, I then placed the rack in the kitchen window. It was a messy project, but the results were astounding. "There is no such thing as a failed experiment, only experiments with unexpected outcomes."
R. Buckminster Fuller
Knowing that I'm allergic to these fascinating creatures, my adrenaline went all the way up by getting this close to them. I could not miss this chance, could I?
Photo not possible without a dose of helium, the 2nd most abundant element in the observable universe
Last October I decided to drive South to visit a small lighthouse in Berwick, the first major town as you cross the border from Scotland to England on the East Coast.
It was a cold day, but an open sky and the sun was shining freely everywhere, lighting up the seaside of Berwick beautifully.
As I was approaching the lighthouse I saw an elderly man sitting on a bench on the pier, overlooking the vast stretch of the coast in front of him, he had a very peaceful aura about him, just sitting there, closing his eyes, smiling.
I started to wonder, what could be on his mind just now... Is he thinking of his family, a nostalgic memory, maybe something mundane, or is he perhaps free of all thoughts, and just simply being there in the moment, letting in the warmth of the sun and breathing in the fresh air of the sea?
I remember my Grandad used to sit in his garden chair like this, I was watching him when I was a child and I knew he wasn't sleeping either. I used to wonder what was on his mind at the time, but I never got round to ask him. I was too busy being a child.
Soon the gentleman stood up and walked slowly to the lighthouse, looked out to the open sea, and then started to walk back to the bench. That's when I decided that I am going to speak with him.
When I asked him if I can take a portrait picture of him, he smiled at me with warmth and kindness, and then answered to me politely each time I asked him a question.
After a few clicks and small questions I wished him a nice day and we both said goodbye, and that's when I realised I never asked him what was he thinking on that bench...
I was too busy again.
And maybe that's ok. Maybe he would have been opened to share, maybe he wouldn't. His thoughts remained private for him and a mystery to everyone else, just like my Grandads.
Staying Healthy by knowing what and what not to eat
There was a warning last week for foragers not to misidentify mushrooms and toadstools.
I'd never be brave enough to forage!
HMM
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New Mini Challenge # 232 ~ The Award Tree ~
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Having been lucky throughout my lifetime with an amazing group of friends, who have somehow found me and most definitely been there for me, I cannot say more strongly than appreciate all of your friendships profoundly and do everything to reciprocate that friendship. Friends are one of the most important ingredients in our lives, make no mistake.
With heartfelt and genuine thanks for your kind visit. Have a beautiful day, be well, keep your eyes open, appreciate the beauty surrounding you, enjoy creating, stay safe, and laugh often! ❤️❤️❤️
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Candid street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Colour re-edit of a previously published shot taken in October 2019. Wishing you all a fantastic weekend of photography!
Thinking this is my best image of model Olivia Byers grace. She projects it so naturally.
Please see this image large. Thank you.
Some days knowing you are about to see and breath real freedom, makes you feel weightless.
New journey, new adventures, new starts. Life gives and she can take. Live each day to the fullest and BE YOU!! Don't be what everyone wants you to be!
“You are you. Now, isn’t that pleasant?” —Dr. Seuss
“Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.” —Marilyn Monroe
🎼: Weightless ~ Natasha Bedingford~
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The sky is the limit
And I just wanna flow
Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
Cut the strings and let me go
I'm weightless, I'm weightless
Millions of balloons tethered to the ground
Weight of the world tries to hold us down
Cut the strings and let me go
I'm weightless, I'm weightless
I'm weightless, I'm weightless, I'm weightless...
Before knowing the weather condition of the Himalayan region we should understand its geography. The Himalayan region covers an area of 2,250 km with an average width of 200 km.
The forest belt of the Himalayan region consists of Oak, Rhododendron, Birch, Pine, Deodar, and Fir. And the monsoon season in this region lasts for mid June till the end of September. The Himalayas influences the meteorological conditions in the Indian subcontinent to the south and in the Central Asian highlands to the north to a great extent. It acts a climatic divider circulating the air and water system to a great extent. Because of its altitude and location it blocks the passage of the cold winds coming from the north to the Indian sub continent thereby making India's climate much more moderate. It also influences the rainfall pattern in India. The combined effect of rainfall, latitude and altitude largely influences the forests belts in the Himalayan region. The rainfall is mostly recorded during the monsoon time of June to September but it decreases as you travel from east to west. The snow-capped ranges of the Himalayas stretch 2, 250 km from the Namcha Barwa to Nanga Parbat on the Indus. The range extends from east to west up to central-Nepal and then takes a southeast to northwest direction.
www.himalaya2000.com/himalayan-facts/climate-of-himalayas...
knowing what she really wants and slowly giving it to her in a way that takes her breath away...
Pose by Domizia..
It's not always the holding on that means you're strong.
It's usually the letting go.
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Last October I decided to drive South to visit a small lighthouse in Berwick, the first major town as you cross the border from Scotland to England on the East Coast.
It was a cold day, but an open sky and the sun was shining freely, lighting up the seaside of Berwick beautifully.
As I was approaching the lighthouse I saw an elderly man sitting on a bench on the pier, overlooking the vast stretch of the coast in front of him, he had a very peaceful aura about him, just sitting there, closing his eyes, smiling.
I started to wonder, what could be on his mind just now... Is he thinking of his family, a nostalgic memory, maybe something mundane, or is he perhaps free of all thoughts, and just simply being there in the moment, letting in the warmth of the sun and breathing in the air of the sea?
I remember my Grandad used to sit in his garden chair like this, I was watching him when I was a child and I knew he wasn't sleeping either and I wondered what was on his mind at the time, but I never got round to ask him. I was too busy being a child.
Soon the gentleman stood up and walked slowly to the lighthouse, looked out to the open sea, and then started to walk back to the bench. That's when I decided that I am going to speak with him.
When I asked him if I can take a portrait picture of him, he smiled at me with warmth and kindness, and then answered to me politely each time I asked him a question.
After a few clicks and small questions I wished him a nice day and we both said goodbye, and that's when I realised I never asked him what was he thinking on that bench...
I was too busy again.
And maybe that's ok. Maybe he would have been opened to share, maybe he wouldn't. His thoughts remained private for him and a mystery to everyone else, just like my Grandads.
Yes, I know there's no title. [Edit: there is now!]. Yes, I know it's a Dahlia. Yes, I know it's not a christmas shot. But I had an urgent need to do something a bit more creative. So this has been given a slightly winter-ier edit.
The title and the name of the dahlia may possibly appear at some point. Or not.
Dahlia "Hapet blue sea"
Knowing that I was going to ttay at work late, I brought my XT-1 for an a shot I had in mind afterwards, unfortunately I forgot the tripod and had battery problems. The iPhone came to the rescue on my way back home.
Knowing when to walk away,
is wisdom.
Being able to,
is courage.
Walking away with your head held high,
is dignity.
Romy in DC
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Knowing the Caturday challenge was "On Higher Ground" I knew this would be interesting. Rena wants nothing higher than the bed.
But today, maybe knowing the challenge, she jumped all the way up on this bookcase shelf. It's 28 inches off the ground. 71 c.m.
She's trying to decide how she can get over to the bed which is 2 feet away. My little heroine!
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European hornet closeup (Vespa crabro), 10-2022, Ticino, Switzerland
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European hornet (Vespa crabro), 10-2022, Ticino, Switzerland
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THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
I guess you can tell by the look on its face that this is not a happy hornet. That's not unusual for hornets - truth be told, variations of "not happy" "angry", or at least "badly irritated" seem to be pretty much their natural state of mind - but what's interesting about the fella above is that he also wasn't exactly sober.
To spell it out more clearly: that was one hammered hornet. It was so drunk in fact, it couldn't fly for two seconds straight without crashing. I shot that photo in my garden last fall, but as with all my pictures, I'll try to give you a bit more context.
Every year at least one hornet queen decides that some crack or hole inside the thick stone walls of my 400-year old house in Ticino is the perfect place to raise her royal family.
That in itself wouldn't pose a problem, but if there's one thing we know about "royals", it's that they're a complicated bunch (though it has to be said for both princes William and Harry that they rarely build little palaces inside the walls of some stranger's house, but I digress).
There is a slight potential for conflict; in my experience, all hornets are born with a sweet tooth and a bad temper, and particularly when there's ripe figs in my garden, tensions can rise.
That is entirely my fault though, because I still sometimes foolishly try to negotiate the human place in the food- (or rather: fruit-) chain, despite knowing perfectly well that fig season isn't the time to want to improve human-hornet relations, as any attempt in that regard will inevitably follow the same frustrating pattern:
Human: "Oh hello there Ms Hornet, how nice to meet you here at the fig tree - isn't the weather just lovely?"
Hornet: "Bzzzzzz. I have a sting. Bzzzzz. Go away. Bzzzzz."
Human: "There is really no need to be so angry, dear Ms Hornet: we're all friends here, and there's enough figs for all of us! How are the kids, I mean... larvae?"
Hornet: "Bzzzzzz. I have a sting. Bzzzzz. Go away. Bzzzzz."
Human: "Jeez, OK - relax! I can see you have a sting, I'm going, all right? You can have all the figs Ms Hornet, see: I'm already leaving!"
Hornet: "Bzzzzz. Yes, I have a sting. Bzzzzz. Don't come back. Bzzzzz."
And that's how THAT conversation goes.
Yet despite our occasional differences (like when I nearly died of smoke inhalation because Her Royal Hornet Majesty had decided my chimney was another suitable place for her nest), I'm happy to report we generally get along quite well, unless... - well, unless the hornets are intoxicated.
It's one of nature's lesser known facts (or perhaps its dirty secret) that many of our friends in the animal kingdom occasionally like to get high, and hornets are no exception. Not on anything illegal, mind; they are law-abiding insects after all, so you won't see them smoke crack or snort cocaine (although with some hornets I wouldn't rule that out completely 😉).
No: their usual drug of choice is alcohol, which my irritable neighbors find - surprise! - in my fig tree. Once some of the overripe fruit start to ferment, their potent juices become a magnet for hornets - and that's when the trouble starts.
It should come as no surprise that "hornets and hooch" are an inherently problematic combination. Because the crux with alcohol is this: it doesn't alter your personality, it only brings out the character traits that are already there without a filter, so you just become a terribly unrestrained version of yourself when you drink too much.
Which with hornets - who aren't the most cheerful bunch even on a good day - is a recipe for disaster. They are MEAN drunks - and I'm not kidding, oh boy. All that bottled-up anger constantly boiling underneath that shiny, chitin surface from the moment they hatch is finally released into the world, and it's not a pleasant sight, let me tell you.
Alcohol REALLY doesn't seem to improve their mood, and the other animals in my garden all agree (and I concur) that the fig tree would be a much happier place if the hornets just smoked weed and listened to Bob Marley instead (if them getting high can't be avoided altogether).
To be fair though, not all hornets have a drinking problem. Most of them behave responsibly and "don't drink and fly" (which I'm sure is a motto that gets taught in hornet school from an early age). And they don't get high all year long: It's only when fall arrives that the hornets like to have a merry get-together in my fig tree to get a good "buzz on".
But you know how it is: just like with any good party, there's always the ONE guy who can't hold his liquor and basically turns into your angry, drunk uncle at Christmas who starts picking fights with every one at the dinner table and insists on letting you know - very loudly - what he thinks about Trump or Biden or the Corona virus once he's had one too many.
Which finally brings me back to the fella in the photo above, because apparently he was THAT guy. That particular "drunk uncle" hornet sat underneath the fig tree on a fallen (and pretty rotten looking) fruit and was deep into its cups. As soon as it saw me, it started to buzz angrily and seemed intent on a confrontation, but it didn't manage to get airborne for more than a second.
After a few more failed attempts to lift off and a few more angry "Bzzzzzz" sounds (I think I actually did hear the words "Trump", "Biden" and "Corona" in there 😉), it just went back to boozing on the juices of the spoiled fig on the ground.
I left it to its own devices, happy that I got this quite expressive shot. 😊
P.S. I think it was actually a crazy, drunk AUNT - not an uncle 😉)
P.P.S. Just to make sure we understand each other (maybe as a disclaimer for readers who come to this gallery for the first time and aren't familiar with my kind of humor): I love the fact that these beautiful insects visit my garden. Watching how these efficient predators hunt wasps, horseflies or other insects is incredibly fascinating (adult hornets themselves mainly feed on sugary plant juices, but they hunt because their young need protein to grow).
Hornets may seem like they're constantly angry (which to me is funny - hence this text), but they're not; they're actually very peaceful towards humans, and even when you compete for a ripe fig with them, their furious buzzing is mostly just a bluff, and I've never been stung (and I don't know anyone who has).
Due to the unfounded fear many people have of hornets, who often get exterminated because they're confused with common wasps, this species is threatened in many countries (in Germany for example, hornets are a protected species). But unless you step (or sit) on them or destroy their nest, hornets don't attack, and even when they're drunk, they are usually so incapacitated that they are completely harmless (just like your uncle/aunt 😉).
So if you have hornets in your garden, just enjoy watching them and please don't harm them! 🙏 🙏 ❤ ❤
With that being said, I hope you like the photo and wish you all a wonderful weekend! Many greetings from Switzerland, and as always: let me know what you think in the comments 🙏 😊 ❤!
Summer tanager
(Not the best shot ever but it's such a beautiful bird I thought I'd put this up. From the archives)
Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence. -- Hal Borland
seen on a wall in downtown san jose, california
Introduction
The Importance of the Word of God | "Knowing the Three Stages of God’s Work Is the Path to Knowing God" (Part Two)
www.holyspiritspeaks.org/videos/knowing-the-three-stages-...
Almighty God says, "The three stages of work are at the heart of God’s entire management, and in them are expressed the disposition of God and what He is. Those who do not know of the three stages of God’s work are incapable of realizing how God expresses His disposition, nor do they know the wisdom of God’s Work, and they remain ignorant of the many ways in which He saves mankind, and His will for the whole of mankind. The three stages of work are the full expression of the work of saving mankind. Those who do not know the three stages of work will be ignorant of the various methods and principles of the Holy Spirit’s work; those who only rigidly stick to doctrine that remains from one stage of work are people who limit God to doctrine, and whose belief in God is vague and uncertain. Such people will never receive God’s salvation."
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...::: Who I Am - Sam Ock :::...
I get up, I get down
It's the rhythm of my battle drum
I get up, I get down
I'mma struggle 'til the day is done
Every voice telling me that I am thinking wrong
Change ya tune, change ya chord, sing that other song
Little brother turned into an insecure man
Any type of criticism make me into "lesser than"
Never believed I could be right or be me
What is me? They just tell me what I'm s'pposed to be
Gotta be a brand, but I never really owned it for myself
Now I'm nebulous, I'm tired of it, this stress my mental health
see my chaos and I know I gotta speak into it
I see my apathy I know I gotta battle ruthless
I know my Father look at me and He is well pleased
the problem is that I aint good enough for me
maybe the best thing for me is You
I know the pain will show the truth
maybe I am beautiful to You
*I just want to be myself
I just want to be myself today
Wanna know just who I am
I need you to help me understand
**Who I am is beloved
Who I am is more than what I’ve done
Who I am is worthy of some lovin
Who I am has really just begun
Who I am is a treasure
Who I am is royalty in blood
Who I am is a warrior for the kingdom
Who I am has really just begun
Nobody will know that I’m speaking of my sweat and blood
Only hear they talk of blessings coming down above
When my praises go up the blessing come down
But my blessing is to keep me low to the ground
The blessing is needing more love than I ever knew
The blessing is knowing there’s nothing I can really do
The blessing is pain, adversity, my own addiction
Cause if I didn’t cry in need then would I really listen ?
The blessing is losing illusion of my control
The blessing is being betrayed and you bleed slow
The blessing is to feel the discipline of better love
There's better love than self love, lovin' from the One
The only One who can take all this craziness
The only Father good enough for all the fatherless
I know that my pain it clarifies the truth
that maybe I am beautiful to You
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Knowing what we know now of course. The elder of those Henry Boys, Connor Henry in Argyle, Manitoba.
Back in 2018, there was still a good variety of power on CN, compared to the mundane GEVOs that roam virtually everywhere now. A pair of C40-8Ms were the power for both the day and night gypsum trains in the fall, and knowing they weren't long for this world, Geoff and I bagged the duo a bunch. On October 22, 2018, CN 2454 & 2413 were the endangered pair on 511, seen here at the world's largest open pit gypsum mine in East Milford, NS. Today these GEs are both out of service, (in fact IIRC 2413 has been scrapped), and the customer cars seen to the far right are no longer being shuttled back and forth between here and Saint John/McAdam.
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I am wearing the shades Wight (right eye) & Duel (Left Eye) from the Eternal Pack applied via hud
Credits
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» Tredente - Scotch Whiskey (repositioned by me and attached to left hand) (using a chicchica hold animation)
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» Pure Poison - Bella Nails
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» Photo taken at Backdrop City
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Under the hood
- Mesh Body by Legacy - Classic
- Mesh head by Lelutka - Avalon
- Skin on my face is by The Skinnery - Eve in the shade sorbet
- Lipstick is by Delicatta - Sara
- Eyebrows is by Nuve - Sarah Eyebrows (tinted by me)
- Heart Stud on cheek by Amala - The Heart Nose Stud (repositioned and worn on skull)
- Cigarette is by Chicchica - Bourbon with cig
“One day the sun glints through the pines, and the heart is pierced in a moment of beauty and strange pain, like a memory of paradise. And after that day, at the bottom of each breath, there is a hollow place that is filled with longing. We become seekers without knowing that we seek….”
Peter Matthiessen Nine-headed Dragon River: Zen Journals 1969-1982
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“Knowing oneself is the beginning of all Wisdom”
Eternal truths expressed over 20 centuries ago by the Greek philosopher and scientist Aristotle (384 BCE -322 BCE)
The famous philosopher from ancient Stageira,wrote as many as 200 treatises (of which 31 survive) on all Aspects of Life and Human Existence, from Biology and Physics to Theatre,Music, Politics and Ethics.
Thessaloniki:
The Aristotle World Congress will be the highlight of all events to be organized worldwide in 2016 for the celebration of the “Aristotle Anniversary Year”, with the support and cooperation of the Research Centre for Greek Philosophy of the Academy of Athens, of the International Federation of Philosophical Societies of the Hellenic National Commission for UNESCO.
The Congress will open with an official ceremony on May 23, 2016 followed by congress sessions that will be held until May 28, 2016 in the main venue of the Aristotle University in the city of Thessaloniki as well as in ancient Stageira,the birthplace of Aristotle & in ancient Mieza, the place where the Macedonian philosopher taught Alexander the Great.
There will be Multiple International Congresses on “Aristotle Today -2,400 Years Anniversary 2016” held in Heidelberg, Leuven, Padua, Paris, Helsinki, Lisbon, Notre Dame (Indiana), Moscow, Córdoba and Athens.
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Walking on the paths of Philosophy & History
Aristotle 2,400 years ... Thessaloniki May 2016