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Knowing that she loves koi, Anne gave Mary a koi fish statue for Mother's Day, thinking that she could put it in the garden without necessarily hooking it up to a water source.
But one thing leads to another, and little did Anne realize what she had started when she bought the statue. Mary thought that since it was meant to spit water she should get a small pond for it to spit into. And of course, if you've got a pond, you need fish. And if you've got fish, you need to have a waterfall to aerate the water. And if you've got a waterfall, you should have a stream to go with it. But since you don't want the waterfall to look as if the water is coming from the middle of nowhere, you need to extend a false stream bed up the hill behind the waterfall. And if you've got a stream bed, then of course you need a footbridge to cross it. And once you've taken care of all that, you need a discrete lighting system to tastefully illuminate it a night.
So . . . guess who volunteered to do all the landscaping in the summer heat and have it done in time for it to be a surprise before our daughter Kelly and granddaughter Teagan come to visit at the end of July.
MOTORCYCLE BANDIT . NOT KNOWING ABOUT MOTORCYCLES I THINK IT MIGHT BE A KAWASAKI OR MABE A SUZUKI AT DANYMS HALL CAR AND MOTORCYCLE SHOW IN AN EAST LONDON BOROUGH SUBURB STREET VENUE ENGLAND DSCN0171 C C
Knowing how much of a nest egg you'll need for retirement is a constantly moving target
ODC - 11/24/2015 - Moving Target
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Il est souvent intéressant d'observer les hommes en milieu clos, dans un sauna par exemple.
Arrêtons-nous sur deux collègues : ils échangeront certainement sur le travail, la politique, des faits anodins, en toute complicité. Que signifie alors ici "homosexualité", quand elle perd son sens commun?
- Lao Tzu (Chinese taoist Philosopher, founder of Taoism. 600 BC-531 BC)
Photo taken at the A-ma Temple in Macau.
Knowing my wife had demanded I got home on time for some lurv I made a quick diversion on the way home to try and catch the weather front over Jodrell Bank. I would have liked to take longer, but when my wife says I have to be home on time, well.......... This shot straight out of the camera.
"A good photograph is knowing where to stand" - Anselm Adams - and the photographer in the image chose his spot and waited patiently for the moment.
Light Without Knowing Darkness
"To attempt seeing Truth without knowing Falsehood. It is the attempt to see the Light without knowing the Darkness. It cannot be."
--Frank Herbert
Day 276 of 365
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What to do with his ears.
Pr1mo at the age of almost 6 months and as you can see the ear on the right (for the viewers left) is already like it still is. The other one is thinking about it.
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Knowing your own complete picture is ALWAYS liberating, no matter how much it hurts in the beginning.
Cheers to a great life!
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Many photographers bristle at the quote from Ansel Adams, “A good photograph is knowing where to stand” but I find it to be true more often than not. Fortune presented me with a great opportunity for a photo and I blew it because I just wasn’t in the right spot. It is not everyday that you find yourself all alone on top of a crushed-rock levee in the middle the swollen Morganza Watershed and come across what remains of a burning house. But, there I was and I missed the shot because my feet were just not cooperating. Later, I did happen to frame the shot the way I would have liked with my iPhone but that just goes to show that all the fancy camera gear in the world can’t make up for geography.
I had left my camera battery charger in a hotel room in New Orleans a few weeks ago so I was being kind of careful with how I used what was left of my battery. It has also been infernally hot. As a result, I have not been getting out and taking the photos I would have liked of all this high water. So, after a new charger arrived in the mail I headed out on Sunday and drove for about 6 hours through much of the effected area. It was still hot but the pictures where out there and I wanted to try to get some.
I didn’t get any photos of National Guard troops frantically sandbagging a hospital or shots of flooded houses. But, I did get to spend some time on the back roads of upper-Acadiana, soaking up the mood that is hanging over that threatened place as it seems to slowly let out its breath. The river is receding in small increments, the worst is likely behind us and, barring some new catastrophe, wide-spread disaster has apparently been avoided. That said, you can see the effect of 8 million cubic feet of water sweeping past a place every second. Everything is sodden and out of step. Rabbits, cows, turtles, alligators, fire ants—everything is up and out of its normal habitat. This is familiar Louisiana in summer, just crammed onto the narrow green line of high ground that separates rivers and swamps, that tries to beat back the advances of nature with the actions of cranes and dredges.
I went out yesterday without any specific destination in mind other than to go as far as the blacktop would take me and then try to go further. What I found was an ancient church, an armored personnel carrier stuffed with sandbags, dead fish and the remains of a house that had burned through the previous night. If only I had taken the old sage of photography’s advice and known where to stand. And maybe have brought along my 50mm lens. Oh well, think of this as a story in pictures of the high water south of the Morganza Spillway and north of Highway 190 (also known as the road to Opelousas).
St Mary, Brent Eleigh, Suffolk
Here we are in the gentle yet secretive hills to the east of Lavenham. It was April 2019, and I'd come by the top road from Monks Eleigh, a lonely road where cars rarely stray and grass grows up in the middle. I imagine it was a bleak place in winter, probably snowbound between the hedges. About halfway between the two villages I was woken from my reverie by a large roebuck jumping through a gap in the hedge across the road about ten yards ahead of me. I brought my bike to a swift halt, and watched in wonder as he was followed by two more bucks, and then three, and then a couple more. In the end I watched thirteen of them pass before me, as big as calves.
They knew I was there. They looked back at me from a field of shooting barley, their white rumps in a line. And then they broke for cover, and were gone over the rise.
Still full of this thrilling sight I freewheeled down into the village until I reached the church. It had been several years since my last visit, but I remembered much about the place because St Mary is a church of outstanding interest, but little known to those who rely on older books for the churches they visit, for the great treasure here was not discovered until 1961. Even without knowing about it you can see that this is a lovely village church, rebuilt with 14th Century wealth that came from the cloth trade, for this was one of the villages where wool was spun in river-backed courtyards for the Lavenham merchants.
The name of the village reflects a dramatic event. At some point in its history, it was destroyed by fire (Brent='burnt'). Not far away, there is Bradfield Combust, a name denoting a similar incident. The church sits in a long sleeve of a churchyard, full of robust birdsong in the late winter sunshine, its chancel pointed towards the road. Externally, St Mary is that rare beast in Suffolk, a largely late Decorated building. It looks well on its rising ground. The old door with its ironwork latch is probably the one provided by village carpenter and blacksmith back in the 14th Century, a startling thought. I lifted it, and once again I stepped into the cool inside, a beautiful cool, ancient space, the walls laid with brick, the 19th century furnishings immaculate. Mortlock was right to call it charming.
One of the stories that haunted me as a child was that of Howard Carter finally discovering Tutankhamun's tomb in the Valley of the Kings. If you remember, it was on one of the last days, just before the money ran out. Carter breaks a tiny hole in the seal of the door. He shines his torch through at the treasures beyond. "What can you see?" asks a breathless assistant. "Wonderful things", whispers Carter.
In 1961, the Victorian reredos was removed from the sanctuary of St Mary, to enable a repair to the east wall. Traces of colour were visible behind the thin layer of plaster. Gently, it was removed, revealing, as in Carter's words, wonderful things, for here are some of the finest and most beautiful wall paintings in Suffolk.
Most striking is the crucifixion scene above the altar, forming a retable. The Blessed Virgin and St John flank the crucified Christ. They date from the start of the 14th century, making them roughly contemporary with the figures at Little Wenham and on the Thornham Parva retable. They are similarly angular yet fluid, as though in motion. These are doubly remarkable survivals, for early in 2016 they were attacked by someone with a knife or screwdriver, perhaps someone with an anti-religious mania or a hatred of images. It took over a year for the wallpainting specialist Dr Andrea Kirkham to collect together thousands of flakes of plaster and paint and restore them to their original place. You really would not know to look at it today.
Either side of the reredos are slightly earlier paintings, late 13th Century. To the left, two angels censing a space with thuribles, and the space must have contained an image bracket, probably for a crucifixion, or perhaps an image of the Blessed Virgin. But the most unusual scene is to the right of the crucifixion. This shows the Harrowing of Hell. Christ descends into Hell to free Adam and those condemned before the arrival of salvation. But the most intriguing feature is the figure kneeling in the bottom corner. He is probably the donor, and part of his intecessionary scroll survives.
There was a falling out of fashion for non-liturgical wall paintings in the middle years of the 15th century. Many seem to have been whitewashed then, a full century before the protestant Reformation, not to see the light of day again for nearly half a millennium. Perhaps the two outer scenes were covered then, and the painted reredos lasted until the Reformation itself. Eerily, the scene in this central painting is echoed in the 1860s glass by the O'Connor workshop above, although of course the Victorians cannot have known that they were doing so. And as if the wall paintings were not enough, the sanctuary is contained within another great treasure, the three-sided 17th Century communion rails. There are fewer than half a dozen sets of these in all East Anglia.
The box pews in the nave are complemented by some surviving 15th century benches at the west end. At one time, they may have faced the Decorated parclose screen in the south aisle. It is slightly later than the wall paintings, but you can begin to imagine the Catholic life and liturgy of this place. Mortlock thought it the oldest screen in Suffolk, and curiously St John is represented on it by an eagle, more often on screens in East Anglia he is shown by a poisoned chalice, the eagle surviving elsewhere only at Sotherton in Suffolk and Magdalen in Norfolk. The screened chapel later became a family pew.
Up in the chancel is one of Suffolk's more dramatic memorials. It is to Edward Colman, who died in the 1740s, at a time when many English churches were falling into disrepair, and no doubt welcomed the patronage of those who wished to use the buildings as a kind of mausoleum. Colman reclines life-size behind a spiked iron fence, which looks as if it is there to stop him escaping. These fences are typical of the period, but many must have been removed during World War Two for scrap. There is a pensive smile on his face, as if he is resigning himself to the inevitable. High above, a crown in heaven waits for him, clasped in the chubby arms of a cherub, and Colman stretches out his left hand as if to receive it.
Colman's father is remembered for bequeathing to the church a parish library of more than a thousand books. They had their own building, which was demolished in the restoration of 1860, but the volumes had been dispersed some years earlier. Many can now be found in university libraries around the world. The memorial was apparently the work of Thomas Dunne, who built churches for Hawksmoor. The Colmans, and other parishioners, were baptised in the Purbeck marble font with its elegant cover at the west end of the south arcade. A beautiful light falling into this aisle distracts from the height of the nave, which looks as if it might have been waiting for clerestories and a north aisle before the Reformation intervened. The north wall is home to the royal arms of Queen Anne, relettered for George I, a hatchment, and a surviving biblical inscription from those days when the Elizabethan Settlement tried to make us all into protestants.
The spring afternoon was almost over, a chill beginning to make itself felt in the low sunshine. It was time to head back to Ipswich. I wandered back down to the road in the bright sunlight and headed north into the hills, the haunting and beautiful church at Kettlebaston keeping me company on a ridge to the east. I looked back to make out the tower of Brent Eleigh church behind me. Soon, the low hills enfolded it, and it disappeared.
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Knowing the lie of the land in West London I looked out for the GWR main line. My reward was this clear view of Southall shed (dead centre) and the Brentford branch.
The new red roofing over Roads 1-3 at Southall highlights those leased by Locomotive Services while the others are used by West Coast Railways.
The platforms of Southall station can be seen just to up from the shed and centre bottom a freight train is running east towards London on the Up line. Or perhaps standing in Hanwell Bridge Goods Loop.
A beautiful stone from the beach and beautiful words from ~ Oriah Mountain Dreamer from "The Dance"...
"I have a very particular feeling in my body
when I remember or imagine a graceful day.
It is a day without rush,
a day where I am not suffering over things not being any different than they are,
a day where I take a breath and accept
those things I cannot change
like long line-ups in the bank or traffic jams or the weather.
It’s a day when I rest easy in a mysterious knowing
that there is enough
- enough time and money and energy and heart
in the world and in my life,
a day when I know that I am enough.
It is a day when I am simply present with myself
and all that is around me.
It is a day of being truly happy, of feeling graceful
- comfortable in my own skin and life."
One of the RISE street-art festival commissions that are around the city.
On a walk around the city to see what I may find March 24, 2014 Christchurch New Zealand..A beautiful Autumn day.
www.stuff.co.nz/the-press/christchurch-life/art-and-stage...
All about our Earthquakes: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2011_Christchurch_earthquake
Knowing her 7 year stint on "Gilmore Girls" was coming to an end, Graham revved up her film career with "Bad Santa," "The Pacifier," "Because I Said So," and "Evan Almighty." With her fast-talking schtick, she often dissolves men to tears.
Smoke Photo Art.
"If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story."
Orson Welles
I tried one more sphere in this, but I didn't like it. Sometimes it's hard to know if I'm done with a piece. For most of the ones I have been posting recently (including this one) I have gone back to something I had worked on before but had stopped unsatisfied with the results. I believe my second attempts have been more successful, but perhaps some of them were better left "unfinished."
The world turns aside to let any man pass who knows where he is going. (Epictetus)
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The 'Knowing Angel' image is a detail taken from a ceramic tile wall mural in the Convento de Esperança, Ponta Delgada, Azores.
tp://www.virtualazores.com/santocristo/maini.html
This pendant necklace is part of a series of MiddleEarth's photo pendants. Bewitched by the magical details from these middleearth surroundings, the Azore Islands, where I create MiddleEarth's Jewels. Be it the captivating scenery, blue and white tiles, the winding lava stone walls, or the moss covered ancient stonework.
Portuguese blue and white ceramic tiles are world famous for their beauty and storytelling. www.golisbon.com/culture/azulejos.html
Original photo taken by me 'in situ'
“Simply knowing the areas in which students are struggling is not enough for teachers to be able to teach differently….”
I created this mini-poster using clipart from Microsoft Publisher.
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Desmond Elliot, Ebele Okaro, Chioma Chukwuku
this film show that sometimes good people do bad things. Beautiful story with a beautiful ending... 8.5/10
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Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering.
Vancouver, Canada
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