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The Hidden Language of theRoses
The Rose blooms are delicious creatures ! Not just because they are fragrant. Not just because they have magical colours and forms. Not just because the moment you stare at them, you are transferred to other , better worlds. Not just because they have an aura with divine energy around them!
But also, because, the moment you are found in the middle of your blooming garden, the Roses with their blooming blooms, captivate SO much your strong attention, that you… forget to… eat when you are hungry, you forget your tasks of the day, you forget your appointments, your calls!! The only thing you want, is to go very close to them and “see” them with all your being and your senses!! To capture their Divine Beauty, because you know it is ephemeral, like all physical things…In order to have them by your side when the winter approaches, with its loooong dark, cold days, while themselves have already started hibernating until your new rendezvous in the coming Spring…
❤️You can admire here the magnificent Rose bloom of a David Austin Rose : Grace !! Her blooms’ form and apricot color harmony, are especially attractive and original!
The Great Blasket Island is one of the remotest parts of the Irish Language Speaking area of Corca Dhuibhne. Although deserted since 1953 it is famous for the abundance of literature produced by the Irish speaking inhabitants who will live on forever through the documentation by them of the extraordinary details of their ordinary lives
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Language Of Love
I’m old fashioned and romantic
Like the films in black and white
all the lovers were enchanting
can you and I be old-fashioned tonight?
I wanna get lost in the music
and feel tipsy from the wine
speak of love, I won’t refuse it
I want a love like in another place and time
Dance with me
Oh, so close
and the music will speak the language of love
*Drumknott*
Just imagine me in white satin
like a 1930’s star
if we play the part, lovely things can happen
we can be old fashion being who we are
Dance with me
Oh, so close
and the music will speak the language of love
I wanna let the rhythm take us
I wanna know what it can make us feel
so let the moment hypnotize us
fantasy is a tiny step from real
Wish you a splendid weekend:)
Quechuas is the collective term for several indigenous ethnic groups in South America who speak a Quechua language (Southern Quechua mainly), belonging to several ethnic groups in South America, especially in Peru, Ecuador, Bolivia, Chile, Colombia and Argentina.
The Quechuas of Ecuador call themselves as well as their language Kichwa–Kichwas or Quichuas.
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In the coming days and weeks I shall share photos from my recent holiday in Namibia. For me holidays are about more than places to visit and things to see, they're also about the people we meet and see along the way.
From the very start, the departure lounge at Sydney's Kingsford Smith Airport was a place of excitement and anticipation; business suits mingled with everything from casual to colourful costumes. So many different accents filled the air, along with European and African languages; it was a true melting pot.
Seated near me was an African family, I watched this man comfort his son until he surrendered to sleep. Father kissed his son's forehead from time to time with tenderness and love. This then is my first shot from my Namibian adventure.
I found this lovely old boat In Patonga on the Central Coast in NSW. Patonga means "oyster" in the Guringai people's language. The Darkinjung or Guringai language is considered the main dialect of the Kuringgai. They are an Indigenous tribe in this area. BTW, I love the name of the boat... Hollywood!!
What has happened to the art of respect? We are all human beings, made of flesh and blood, no-one is superior to anyone else. It is time to change the political rhetoric which is supposed to guide us. The language used these days is not fit for our children's ears, it needs to be cleaned up so that we can teach our children about love and diversity, not hate and non acceptance! It is President Trumps duty to lead by example, through educated behavior which can also benefit his own son.
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Maybe not fluent, but she wrote LOVE and PEACE in as many languages she could find. Can you find yours? Mural by Starlotte, who also sells vintage clothes and custom leather jackets, as I found during our brief chat.
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Dvigrad (Twin-town), Docastei in Istriot language, is an abandoned medieval town in central Istria, Croatia. It is located in the Draga valley. The history of the settlement is prehistoric; it remained inhabited until the 18th century.
The region was settled by the Illyrians in prehistoric times. In 1345, Dvigrad was sacked by the Genoese admiral Paganin Doria during conflicts between Genoa and Venice. The Venetians sacked the town in 1383, but did not take rule of it until 1413, when a nobleman from Koper was put in governance. In the 16th century, plague and malaria depopulated much of the town. In the year 1615 it was besieged again, by Uskoks, and while it escaped capture it was abandoned save for a few poor residents within 15 years. Only three families remained by 1650. In 1714, the last residents left the town to ruin.
Father Tanglha and Mother Namtso.
"Gnyan-chen-thang-lha"means "the God of Grassland" in the Tibetan language.
གཉན་ཆེན་ཐང་ལྷ > gnyan chen thang lha > Nyenchen Tanglha - 7088m (23254ft)
Nyenchen Tanglha. Important protector of the Nyingma teachings, regarded as a bodhisattva on the eighth level. Also a name of a mountain range south-east of Lake Namtso..
Nyen Chen Tanglha: a mountain god from the central Tibetan area of U-tsang. Aside from the people of the local region Nyen Chen Tanglha is most popular with the Karma Kagyu and the Gelug Traditions of Buddhism.
"Sabiá Laranjeira" ,bird symbol of the state of São Paulo.
In Tupi (the indigenous language of Brazil), "sabiá" means “the one who prays a lot”, in reference to the voice of this bird. According to an indigenous legend, when a child hears the song of the sabiá in the early morning hours of spring, they will be blessed with peace, love and happiness.
From the archives of my late brother Roberto.
Tapiraí, São Paulo, Brazil.
~" The rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart."~
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Standing in support against domestic violence, the Hall of Languages building on the campus of the prestigious Syracuse University glows purple during the month of October.
Where The Vale of Onondaga Meets The Eastern Sky, Proudly Stands Our Alma Mater, On Her Hilltop High, Flag We Love! Orange! Float for Aye, Old Syracuse. O'er Thee, Loyal Be Thy Sons & Daughters, To Thy Memory
why I like making photographs :-)
Catherine Sue Opie
HPPT!! Hands Off Clean Air!! Science Matters! Resist the Delusional Ignorant Orange Cockroach and his Cabinet of Lunatics and Buffoons!
hybrid tea rose, 'Double Delight', little theater rose garden, raleigh, north carolina
(Hemispingus frontalis)
Cabañas de San Isidro
Cosanga
Equador
The head is a little out of focus, but I preferred to show this one first, because I liked the hunting pose.
According guides present on place we had very luck to see this bird. And in fact I only count 10 photos tagged with that name here on flickr.
But the most interesting part was the following hilarious moment when some guys try to pronounce the name ;-)
However, the funniest was someone who arrived a little bit latter and when asked his "opinion", he think seriously for long moments and come out with "Yeah, right!" :-)
Apparently it seems easier for "Neo-Latin languages" speakers
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All my photos are now organized into sets by the country where they were taken, by taxonomic order, by family, by species (often with just one photo for the rarer ones), and by the date they were taken.
So, you may find:
- All the photos for this trip Equador (2021) (328)
- All the photos for this order PASSERIFORMES (3553)
- All the photos for this family Thraupidae (Traupídeos) (266)
- All the photos for this species Sphenopsis frontalis (1)
- All the photos taken this day 2021/11/15 (16)
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Op de Zandmotor zag ik een paar mensen mooie dingen bij elkaar harken. Heel bijzonder.
Van het hele proces worden drone-beelden gemaakt die een beter beeld geven van hun creaties.
Ze werken onder naam " beach landart" zitten ook op FB. Hier kan je diverse filmpjes bekijken. Een aanrader.
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Gentlmen's Cane
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This mausoleum is the tomb of the founder of the tribe of Beni Ouassine (Sidi M'hamed El Ouassini), Maghnia.
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There are infinite shadings of light and shadows and colors... it's an extraordinarily subtle language. Figuring out how to speak that language is a lifetime job.
Conrad Hall
Locate I
love you some-
where in
teeth and
eyes, bite
it but
take care not
to hurt, you
want so
much so
little. Words
say everything.
I
love you
again,
then what
is emptiness
for. To
fill, fill.
I heard words
and words full
of holes
aching. Speech
is a mouth.
Flowers speak a language all their own. They are the perfect gift to let someone know you care and are thinking about them. When words just seem difficult to come by, a fragrant bouquet of fresh-cut flowers can speak for you.
Make someone Smile today!
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―“Archimedes will be remembered when Aeschylus is forgotten, because languages die and mathematical ideas do not.”
― G. H. Hardy
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The image shows an installation at Maxxi musum in Rome, composed of two distinct works of Rosa Barba in dialogue:
"They Are Taking All My Letters" (2025): The wall-mounted kinetic sculpture features 34 vertical strips of 70mm film moving across a backlit panel.
"Language Infinity Sphere" (2018): The sphere in the foreground is crafted from thousands of original lead types (movable type letters) mounted on steel.
Together, these pieces explore the relationship between language, time, and material media, transforming obsolete tools like film and lead type into contemporary art.
Am not sure how I achieved the blue but this is one of my favorite signs in sign language. It contains the initial letters in I Love You … as the signed alphabet.
just because
"I have sea foam in my veins. I understand the language of waves."
~Jean Cocteau, Le Testament D'Orphee
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I am a little behind on my 52 week challenge, but I'm getting it done as soon as I can! I've been quite busy! I have been staying steady on my 52Frames (because it's a countdown, I have to! Or I'll break my streak.. *ohh the pressure lol*)
I'm going to catch up as soon as I can. I have to do my 52Frames soon, and it's "PORTRAIT" & extra credit is "Rembrandt Lighting" - so we'll see if I get it done with the extra credit.. but either way I'll have a portrait for them by Sunday!
I've been VERY stressed out lately too, but I've been doing A LOT of praying and self reflection, and I know that it's all going to be okay. I'm remaining positive, even though sometimes it can be VERY HARD. (No worries, I'm fine! Everything is going to work out, in the right time!)
◼ The subject for WEEK 19 on my 52 WEEK is: "END OF THE LINE"!
I took quite a few different photos that I could use for this one, however.. this sign has been in my mind ever since I heard of the subject.. I took this photo on the way home from the store, and I ended up choosing this one to use.
I really love the sign underneath, about the deaf cat.. It's so unique.
I hope that you all are doing well! I have a photo shoot to do tomorrow morning (PRODUCT PHOTOGRAPHY for an upcoming website)- I'm excited! I'll post a photo to show you guys what I come up with.. Although I'll probably have a few good ones, I'm sure!
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Stay blessed & keep taking amazing photos, my Flickr Friends!! - JessiCaM
President Trump has belittled and mocked the UK Prime Minister publicly, comparing him, deeply unfavourably, with the UK's most celebrated wartime leader, Winston Churchill.
Well Donald trump does seem to be like the British weather - -
America currently has a president whose language and outlook can change in minutes.
And in the end (as always) it will be about oil, gas and money.
Throughout human history it has always been about the things that control power in its most general meaning.
Bristol, UK.
122 Pictures in 2022 - 58 Language of Flowers
Out with ianbartlett for an 11 mile circular walk from Arlington.
John Ray wrote the first proper bird book in the English language in 1678 (though he published the same work in Latin two years earlier). There were earlier books that referenced birds, often with a more general natural history theme, but Ray's was the first devoted to birds. In this first bird book Ray gave three names to this species; "The common Barn-Owl, or White-Owl, or Church-Owl". So one name referred to its unique owl colour, and two referred to its habitat preferences. Interestingly Ray gave the name "Ivy-Owl" as an alternative to our Tawny Owl, and I usually find them roosting in Ivy. The next major work on birds was Thomas Pennant in 1768, though it was a more general work on Zoology. Pennant coined the term warbler used for so many of our birds, and he often led the way for the selection of the accepted British name. But Pennant backed the wrong horse in this instance and chose White Owl. Later authors were reluctant to lose Barn Owl and often kept both names, such as William Yarrell in 1843. He listed both names but in his text showed a clear preference for Barn Owl, and the BOU officially adopted Barn Owl in 1883. So that is why a bird that nests freely in holes in trees, nest boxes on posts, and a variety of old buildings, has become linked to barns. Before I leave the names, the name Screech Owl was widely used and pre-dates Ray as it was first used in 1593. And Barn Owl does indeed screech. Have a listen on xeno-canto: www.xeno-canto.org/604167 , but the name Screech Owl has been adopted for different species of owl in America.
I photographed this hunting Barn Owl recently not far from my home while I was out for an afternoon walk. It was hunting over an abandoned grass field. You can see by the bramble over the wall that the field hasn't been used for some time.
HBW 😊😊😍
This work is dedicated to my friend, Marta, whom I consider as family, in fact as another daughter. However, Marta has a wonderful Mother and Father both of whom I love, so she is a daughter in my heart and always will be!
The greatest gift of life is friendship, and I have received it.
Hubert H. Humphrey
One of the most beautiful qualities of true friendship is to understand and to be understood.
Lucius Annaeus Seneca
The language of friendship is not words but meanings.
Henry David Thoreau
Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! ❤️❤️❤️
In the sepulchral dusk of a world long extinguished, I, Quirlin, a humble ant, bear witness to the desolation that has befallen this forsaken earth. A world unrecognizable, a spectral remnant of its former grandeur, this planet has endured the scourge of 135,235 years since the cataclysmic advent of the first Solar Cyclone. This cataclysm, these calamitous epochs we designate as the Eras of Blazing Wrath, have all but obliterated the race once known as humanity. These five dread ages – The Flaming Inferno, The Burning Wrathfire, The Glowing Destruction, The Heated Chaos, and The Scorched Ash – have eradicated every vestige of electrical circuitry upon this forsaken sphere. The once vital electric grid, the erstwhile lifeblood of civilization, now lingers only in the ephemeral realm of myth.
In the aftermath of these colossal power failures, the cooling systems of all nuclear power plants faltered, precipitating over four hundred catastrophic core meltdowns and an insidious contamination of nuclear radiation. It was amidst this irradiated desolation that we ants began to burgeon, evolving into beings of prodigious stature.
In this transformed and accursed realm, we insects, and particularly we ants, have ascended into beings of titanic proportions. Across countless generations, we have garnered the arcane knowledge preserved within the tomes you termed books, transmitting these esoteric treasures through the annals of time. Our mode of communication has transcended rudimentary methods; we now utilize intricate electrochemical signals, conveyed through the slightest of touches, a language of elegance and precision refined over hundreds of millions of years.
Upon a fateful and foreboding day, as I foraged amidst this wasteland for sustenance, I encountered a solitary human survivor – a trembling monk. The monk, gripped by palpable terror, uttered incoherent supplications to deities long forgotten.
Cautiously, yet impelled by an insatiable hunger, I approached. Despite the altered state of our existence, the primal need for nourishment remained undiminished. As I made contact, his feeble electrochemical signals coursed through me, starkly discordant from those of my kin – chaotic, disordered. I discerned his emotions: raw terror within the monk.
In a futile bid for mercy, the monk raised his hands in desperate supplication, but he was no match for my formidable strength. With a deft maneuver of my mandibles, I dismantled his feeble defenses and commenced my grim repast. His scream, a haunting echo through the desolate expanse, was swiftly stifled. His essence coursed through me, revitalizing my form.
Thus sated, I moved onward. This world, harsh and merciless, now falls under the dominion of us ants. We are the new sovereigns of the earth, and our electrochemical signals shall perpetuate the chronicles of this post-apocalyptic realm. Thus, I traverse the scorched remnants of this ancient world, ever poised to inscribe the next chapter of my saga.
Translations in French, Spanish and German in the first comments.