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At least, that is the motto seen here over a side entrance to the old main building of Hamburg University. It is not that old, only dating from 1911. And it did not start as a university (that happened in 1919, in the Weimar Republic) but a "Kolonialinstitut". Germany before 1918 did have colonies. Knowledge as an instrument of power gets a totally new meaning then. But even later, when being a university, this academic institution was rather particular where its knowledge ought to be invested. For the Jews they did not cry when thousands were assembled next door virtually, at the Moorweide, and deported to their death. Knowledge? Yes. But whose knowledge, whose power? Fuji X-Pro1.
Deze Fitis was een nest aan het bouwen tussen riet en half hoog gras.
Ik mocht op een paar meter afstand gerust kijken zonder dat het de Fitis stoorde, 'k heb dus 3 kwartier gekeken hoe druk de Fitis het had.
© Bram Reinders
Local knowledge can never be replaced with a guidebook, Google Earth or whatever tool you use when visiting a place for the first time. Hiring a local guide or joining a tour, is by far the most effective way to get good results from a trip. Not only will you get access to prime spots but you will also contribute to the local economy by hiring local businesses.
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On this trip we had the pleasure of being shown around by my good friend @starvingphotographer who took us to this lovely looking cabin on the backroads in Skagit Valley.
My new work in Digital Art
Photomanipulation
Note: all images of pictorial been merged with some using adobe photoshop
Things I say and do, may not come quite through
My words may not convey just what I'm feelin
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Black Star "K.O.S. (Determination)"
REFORD GARDENS | LES JARDINS DE METIS
MECONOPSIS BETONICIFOLIA
Himalayan flower imported by Elsie Reford in the early 1930s that has since become the floral emblem of the Gardens.
Visit : www.refordgardens.com/
From Wikipedia:
Elsie Stephen Meighen - born January 22, 1872, Perth, Ontario - and Robert Wilson Reford - born in 1867, Montreal - got married on June 12, 1894.
Elsie Reford was a pioneer of Canadian horticulture, creating one of the largest private gardens in Canada on her estate, Estevan Lodge in eastern Québec. Located in Grand-Métis on the south shore of the St. Lawrence River, her gardens have been open to the public since 1962 and operate under the name Les Jardins de Métis and Reford Gardens.
Born January 22, 1872 at Perth, Ontario, Elsie Reford was the eldest of three children born to Robert Meighen and Elsie Stephen. Coming from modest backgrounds themselves, Elsie’s parents ensured that their children received a good education. After being educated in Montreal, she was sent to finishing school in Dresden and Paris, returning to Montreal fluent in both German and French, and ready to take her place in society.
She married Robert Wilson Reford on June 12, 1894. She gave birth to two sons, Bruce in 1895 and Eric in 1900. Robert and Elsie Reford were, by many accounts, an ideal couple. In 1902, they built a house on Drummond Street in Montreal. They both loved the outdoors and they spend several weeks a year in a log cabin they built at Lac Caribou, south of Rimouski. In the autumn they hunted for caribou, deer, and ducks. They returned in winter to ski and snowshoe. Elsie Reford also liked to ride. She had learned as a girl and spent many hours riding on the slopes of Mount Royal. And of course, there was salmon-fishing – a sport at which she excelled.
In her day, she was known for her civic, social, and political activism. She was engaged in philanthropic activities, particularly for the Montreal Maternity Hospital and she was also the moving force behind the creation of the Women’s Canadian Club of Montreal, the first women club in Canada. She believed it important that the women become involved in debates over the great issues of the day, « something beyond the local gossip of the hour ». Her acquaintance with Lord Grey, the Governor-General of Canada from 1904 to 1911, led to her involvement in organizing, in 1908, Québec City’s tercentennial celebrations. The event was one of many to which she devoted herself in building bridges with French-Canadian community.
During the First World War, she joined her two sons in England and did volunteer work at the War Office, translating documents from German into English. After the war, she was active in the Victorian Order of Nurses, the Montreal Council of Social Agencies, and the National Association of Conservative Women.
In 1925 at the age of 53 years, Elsie Reford was operated for appendicitis and during her convalescence, her doctor counselled against fishing, fearing that she did not have the strength to return to the river.”Why not take up gardening?” he said, thinking this a more suitable pastime for a convalescent woman of a certain age. That is why she began laying out the gardens and supervising their construction. The gardens would take ten years to build, and would extend over more than twenty acres.
Elsie Reford had to overcome many difficulties in bringing her garden to life. First among them were the allergies that sometimes left her bedridden for days on end. The second obstacle was the property itself. Estevan was first and foremost a fishing lodge. The site was chosen because of its proximity to a salmon river and its dramatic views – not for the quality of the soil.
To counter-act nature’s deficiencies, she created soil for each of the plants she had selected, bringing peat and sand from nearby farms. This exchange was fortuitous to the local farmers, suffering through the Great Depression. Then, as now, the gardens provided much-needed work to an area with high unemployment. Elsie Reford’s genius as a gardener was born of the knowledge she developed of the needs of plants. Over the course of her long life, she became an expert plantsman. By the end of her life, Elsie Reford was able to counsel other gardeners, writing in the journals of the Royal Horticultural Society and the North American Lily Society. Elsie Reford was not a landscape architect and had no training of any kind as a garden designer. While she collected and appreciated art, she claimed no talents as an artist.
Elsie Stephen Reford died at her Drummond Street home on November 8, 1967 in her ninety-sixth year.
In 1995, the Reford Gardens ("Jardins de Métis") in Grand-Métis were designated a National Historic Site of Canada, as being an excellent Canadian example of the English-inspired garden.(Wikipedia)
Visit : en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elsie_Reford
LES JARDINS DE MÉTIS
Créés par Elsie Reford de 1926 à 1958, ces jardins témoignent de façon remarquable de l’art paysager à l’anglaise. Disposés dans un cadre naturel, un ensemble de jardins exhibent fleurs vivaces, arbres et arbustes. Le jardin des pommetiers, les rocailles et l’Allée royale évoquent l’œuvre de cette dame passionnée d’horticulture. Agrémenté d’un ruisseau et de sentiers sinueux, ce site jouit d’un microclimat favorable à la croissance d’espèces uniques au Canada. Les pavots bleus et les lis, privilégiés par Mme Reford, y fleurissent toujours et contribuent , avec d’autres plantes exotiques et indigènes, à l’harmonie de ces lieux.
Created by Elsie Reford between 1926 and 1958, these gardens are an inspired example of the English art of the garden. Woven into a natural setting, a series of gardens display perennials, trees and shrubs. A crab-apple orchard, a rock garden, and the Long Walk are also the legacy of this dedicated horticulturist. A microclimate favours the growth of species found nowhere else in Canada, while the stream and winding paths add to the charm. Elsie Reford’s beloved blue poppies and lilies still bloom and contribute, with other exotic and indigenous plants, to the harmony of the site.
Commission des lieux et monuments historiques du Canada
Historic Sites and Monuments Board of Canada.
Gouvernement du Canada – Government of Canada
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A visit to the Library of Congress and all its wonders. You can take the kid out of the library but you cannot take the knowledge learned out of the kid.
[...] Ignorance is the night of the mind, but a night without moon and star [...]
-- Quote by Confucius (551 BC - 479 BC)
Rome, Italy (March, 2008)
If you've a head for hedge mazes, you will be rewarded at the end by entrance to a vast and breath-taking library. Who knows what knowledge might lay between those pages!
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
Another Twirl photo. The starting point this time was a photo of books on shelves.
Stay safe and well everyone.
Thank you to everyone who pauses long enough to look at my photo. Any comments or Faves are very much appreciated
Today I have experienced a deep sadness.....A sort of distress... And , suddenly, I received this wonderful Prayer in my mail!
Then, I just started thinking of my "Open Cathedral", the Chateau de La Hulpe!! Where it feels like a Prayer!!
**** Thank you, my dearest friend, who, without knowing my sadness, you sent me this blessed Prayer! The ST. Theresa's Prayer !
Here is my Open Cathedral in Spring (** In LARGE is magical!!)!! And here also is the blessed Prayer:
ST. THERESA’S PRAYER :
May today, there be Peace within! May you trust, that you are exactly, where you are meant to be! May, you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith in yourself and others! May, you use the gifts that you have received, and pass on the Love that has been given to you! May, you be content with yourself, just the way you are! Let this knowledge settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and Love! It is there, for each, and every one of us!!!
*** Have a wonderful New Week, dear friends!!
if you know it about the right person :-) Ethel Watts
HBM!!
amur maple, 'Red Wing', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
My cultural knowledge fails me with this particular photograph. Are the dancers depicting a part of the traditional Kerala dance form or is it something else. The Mallus brethren or sistern ;-) please come to the rescue and tell us what is it that is going on here.
The deep thoughtful visage is something that totally defines the Malayalee. Serious, poignant and always thinking of something heavy is what is my 3 years of experience with the Malayalee people.
Onam in Kerala is the most important festival. This a season of happiness. It would me much like what Diwali is like for the people of North India.
People buy their new clothes, new gadgets, new everything around Onam time.
In short, it is celebration time like no other. There are celebratory feasts called Onam Sadya which are served everywhere. House courtyards are decorated with traditional flower arrangements of geometric symbolism called 'Pookalam' is laid in front of every house to welcome the arrival of the beloved king.
There is a surfeit of agrarian festivities comprising of boat races and bull races and carnivals that are held all over Kerala.
The origins of this great festival of Kerala are steeped in history and centres around a powerful king who became too powerful and loved by his subjects. The jealous Gods of the Hindu pantheon saw to an end to this popularity by a cunning design and confined the king into the bowels of the earth. After some relenting, the Gods allowed the King to visit his subjects once a year and it is that which is celebrated in Onam.
Athachamayam is a carnival of sorts that is held in Thripunithra a small town about 10-12 kms away from Cochin.
Camera: Nikon D70
Exposure: 0.002 sec (1/500)
Aperture: f/4.5
Focal Length: 70 mm
ISO Speed: 200
Exposure Bias: 0 EV
Flash: Off, Did not fire
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"Dakshinamurthy is an aspect of the Hindu god Shiva as a guru (teacher) of all types of knowledge. This aspect of Shiva, as the original guru, is his personification as the supreme or the ultimate awareness, understanding and knowledge. This form represents Shiva as a teacher of yoga, music and wisdom, and giving exposition on the shastras. "
The art museum in Kansas City, Missouri....with some post processing! ;) I have never tried adding birds before, it's kind of fun! All the best to you on this Tuesday!
This looks much better large, by the way (at least I think so!)
TRADITON AND ANTITRADITION
291. Tradition means a handing over: the handing over of a supertemporal circle of principles here in time.
292. Tradition is the atemporal thrown into temporality.
293. Knowledge of the origin, knowledge of the path, knowledge of the all-transcending, ultimate goal: this is metaphysical realisation.
294. Tradition springs forth from the eternal, points at the eternal, and in the human modality of being represents the aspiration towards the eternal.
295. Metaphysical tradition is at the same time solar and polar: polar for though it appears in the earthly-human sphere, yet it is of heavenly origin and for this reason its origin is not subject to the whirlpool of existence (samsara), it is solar for the powers characteristic of my self-awareness which provide the rule of the auton are present in it.
296. There is only one primordial tradition for there is only one metaphysics, and there is only one metaphysics for there is only one being.
297. Tradition can never be identified simply with metaphysical doctrines or with symbology bearing a doctrinal value, and even less with the archaic documents that present these. Tradition is the total acceptance of a world and the total denial of another.
298. Metaphysically speaking, tradition is nothing other than »remembrance«, and the bearing of the connection with the origin. Modernity, however, is not only the lack of this »remembrance«, but at the same time the denial of this metaphysical »remembrance« and aims at the destruction of every kind of representation of remembrance.
299. The most sinister thing is forever if something subsists, but not truly; this is really much worse than if it disappeared. Since if something does not truly subsist, it will sooner or later come to function as a caricature and antithesis of the original.
[It especially refers to those legitimate traditional, spiritual and initiatory organisations which have maintained their continuity, but whose original features have gradually faded away or turned directly to their opposites.]
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Amarelo eh a cor da sabedoria. Aprenda sempre.
Mesmo que voce seje o instrutor. Abracose bom fim de semana..
Yellow is known to be the color of knowledge. I hope you are learning
every day. Even if you're your own instructor.
Make it a perfect week..
"I keep six honest serving-men
They taught me all I knew;
Their names are What and Why and When
And How and Where and Who."
Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936), Indian-born British writer and poet.
Just So Stories "The Elephant's Child".
"Searching new destinies"
The last one of 2015!! this one is so special, it means to me the search of new inspirations, new colors, more adventures,another year of knowledge. it was a really good year, i have a lot memories of interesting things i did, places i have visited, friends i have met, and photos i have made, really happy.
To end i made a little video for my friends, i wanted to say thanks to them for always helping me, those who are o were a model for a picture of mine sometime.
Have a good end of year and a happy 2016 full of good thoughts and energy and over all, a lot of inspiration.
Fer :)
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La última del 2015 !! ésta foto es tan especial,significa para mí la búsqueda de nuevas fuentes de inspiración, nuevos colores, más aventuras, un año más de conocimiento.
fue un muy buen año, tengo mucho recuerdos de cosas interesantes que hice, lugares que he visitado, los amigos que he conocido, y las fotos que he hecho, muy satisfecho debo decir.
Para finalizar hice un pequeño vídeo para mis amigos, quería dar las gracias a ellos por siempre ayudarme, los que son o fueron un modelo para alguna foto en algún momento.
Que tengan un buen final de año y un feliz 2016 lleno de buenos pensamientos y energía y sobre todo, mucha inspiración.
Fer :)
On 3 September 2016, we had a fungi morning, which was quite rewarding and definitely fun. Our leader and friend, Karel, is very knowledgeable about fungi and he took 14 of us (plus Karel's two beautiful Beagles) on a foray to West Bragg Creek, maybe an hour's drive west of the city. We had been here a few times over the years, either looking for fungi or on botany outings.
Photographing our findings usually means that I am way at the back of the group or have fallen back with a friend or two. Consequently, the mushrooms have often already been plucked/cut by the time we catch up to the rest of the participants. I also miss a lot of what is being said about IDs and details. It would take far too long to write down the name of each find - each photo taken would have to be carefully numbered so that the right name could be attached and this would be such a hassle when out with a group. Since this outing, Karel has sent an email containing several photos along with IDs. The rest of my photos will have to be just nameless 'pretty pictures' : ) I must add here that any IDs that I give are always tentative, as I know so little about fungi. Another thing to add is that I never, ever pick and eat wild mushrooms!! Too many look similar, some edible, others poisonous. If you are not a fungi expert, never take the risk of eating any of them.
I met up with friend, Sandy, at 8:15 am and she drove us out to the meeting place. My drive from home was done with my windshield wipers on my new car working non-stop - was it raining? No, it had rained the day before - hail, too, on my gleaming new vehicle that I had only had for five days! I needed to clean the windshield, but, once again, I couldn't for the life of me figure out how to turn the wipers off. Amazes me how complicated the wiper options are!
Our morning walk started off by going across the small bridge not far from the parking lot, then part way up the hill and then bush-whacking our way through the forest. This walk, which ended around lunch time, was the main one, but we did stop at a small, gravel parking area a few minutes along the main road, to do a second walk to check for any different mushrooms. This extra walk has yielded a few beauties in past years. Perhaps the most interesting find was a very small twig that had several tiny, turquoise coloured fungi cups on it. The colour looks so out of place in a natural area. My photos of them did not turn out very well, but I did eventually post one of them, just for the very unusual colour.
From here, a few of us stopped at the Cinnamon Spoon cafe in Bragg Creek for lunch. Always a most enjoyable way to finish any outing. Before we climbed into the car for our return drive to Calgary, Sandy and I wandered into the beautiful Art Gallery, owned and run by Bob and Candy Cook. Named Branded Visuals Inc.(Printing Services/Wildlife Gallery), this small store is overflowing with Bob's absolutely amazing photographic works of art. Thanks so much, Bob and Candy, for remembering our chance meeting a number of years ago, down in Fish Creek Park, and for your overly generous words about my own photography.
www.brandedvisuals.com/index.html
Thanks so much, Karel, for giving us a great morning! We really appreciate your passing on your knowledge to us. The same thanks go to Suzanne, the mushroom specialist in Calgary. Sandy, really appreciated the ride there and back!