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Look at Love...
how it tangles
with the one fallen in love
look at spirit
how it fuses with earth
giving it new life
why are you so busy
with this or that or good or bad
pay attention to how things blend...
Looking back on last week - it was a good week I enjoyed it so savouring the moment. I enjoy my time as Debbie and I enjoy sharing her with you !! xx
..to the weekend!
When I go into more wilderness.
This one is the cliff overlooking Mulberry River along Hwy 215. Mulberry is a popular (wild) Class III/IV white water river. This road is not as popular as the other scenic roads like 7, 21 or 23 in NW AR, but as good nonetheless. I didnt realize (or know) -until I added the photo to the map- that this place is called Paradise.
I also saw at weather.com that this region is in the Top 10 campgrounds for the season.
See you all after the long weekend!
Have a great weekend!
Such a gorgeous sweater…….. absolutely delighted with the look and colour of this latest addition to my winter wardrobe 😊❤️️⚧️
The telescope in an amateur astronomer's roll-off-roof observatory is looking high up in the sky, while a flaring stallite paints a streak of light in the heavens.
This photo is a stack of two 30-second exposures (Canon EOS 550D, ISO 1600, f/4.0) taken with a 8mm fisheye lens. A time lapse sequence, covering 2 hours and 45 minutes, can be seen here.
For more information about the observatory, and to see the excellent astrophotos taken with this equipment, check out Bernhard Hubl's website.
First one -- My normal edit
Second one --Dupe layer, command/control + u (desaturates); put in COLOR BLENDING MODe; 30% opacity.
Third one: Add levels adjustment layer and put in SCREEN blending mode and set opacity to 80-90% (or less)
Look at the trees, look at the birds, look at the clouds, look at the stars...and if you have eyes you will see that the whole existence is joyful. ~Osho View On Black
Thank you dog ma for the texture. I was told that this is a Yellow Rump Warbler.
St Mary Magdalene, Debenham, Suffolk
Debenham is unusual, because it is the largest settlement in East Anglia that the Victorian railways never reached. There was a plan during the 20th Century for trains to serve it, as we shall see. But Victorian industry never troubled it much, except for a brick factory, and because of this it has a quite different character to other Suffolk places of its size.
It is softer, more pastoral, with elegant little shops lining its high street.This isn't a place many people pass through, unless on the back road from Ipswich to Eye. It is more a place that tourists know to be beautiful, and local villages look to for amenities - the Co-op, the school, the sports centre. White's Suffolk Gazetteer of 1844 found about 3,500 people living in and around it, and I do not suppose that there are many more than this today.
St Mary Magdalene is a large, surprisingly urban church. But why not? For in larger places, it is the town that has become more urbanised, not the church. Most towns were once like this. It is set back on a rise above the old market place, although most people will approach it from the west, beside the little parish hall on the high street. Here, the first thing to admire is Suffolk's grandest galilee porch, with its former chapel above. These western porches are most unusual: there is a similar one at Bottisham in Cambridgeshire, and one on the round tower at Mutford. The western extension at Lakenheath was never a porch at all. So here is an experience to savour: you enter the church through a series of unfolding spaces, so that finally opening the double west doors into the nave comes as a surprise. You step out from beneath the recently restored tower. The porches and aisles clustering beneath it create the sense of a cruciform building, which of course it isn't. It is certainly a very old tower, though, with evidence of Norman and even Saxon work on the lower reaches. The upper decorated stage is 14th century, and looks rather unusual for Suffolk, the bell openings being so close to the battlements. This is because it had to be truncated after being struck by lightning in the 17th century. Perhaps its squatness is rather charming. The ring of 8 bells is considered one of the most mellow in the county, and the space beneath them, has several of those boards recording remarkable feats of bell-ringing.
You step into a big church made gorgeous by the brick patterning of the floor, the fruit of Debenham's one major 19th Century industry. Red and white bricks are laid in a diamond pattern, with small floral tiles in the points of the diamonds. It is surely one of the most beautiful church floors in Suffolk, and a sign that, although the inside of this building is almost entirely 19th Century in content and character, this interior is by no means an anonymous one. Grumpy old Cautley pottered about looking for medieval survivals, but this is an interior to enjoy as a whole; as with so many urban churches, the 19th century work contributes to a sense of continuity rather than disrupting it.
There are medieval survivals, as we shall see, but most eyes will be first caught by the striking memorial in the south aisle to John Simpson, who died in 1697. In some ways, this is an unusual date for a memorial of this kind. Here we have a kind of Baroque grandiloquence which will come to full flower for great landowners and heroes over the next half a century, and which will become increasingly secularised until we get the typically entirely pagan 'memorials' of the middle of the 18th Century onwards. But here, Simpson seems concerned to have left the parishioners a catechetical tool, a protestant equivalent of the glass, wall paintings and sculptures intended to reinforce Catholic orthodoxy in the years before the Reformation.
Two other former Debenham citizens lie in the chancel. Sir Charles Framlingham and his wife appear to have been woken suddenly from sleep, their eyes wide and staring, as if terror-struck. Her ruff is fabulous. Their recumbent effigies lie on a rather battered tombchest, its kneeling figures doubtless removed by enthusiastic parishioners of John Simpson's predecessors in the middle of the 17th Century, who misinterpreted them as Saints. What little coloured glass this big church has is up in the chancel, all of it fairly good. The Victorians placed triple lancets in the east, rather than the more familiar large-scale Perp revival, and this creates a sense of intimacy. The crucifixion in the east window is sombre and detailed, but best of all are the figures of St Columba and the Blessed Virgin at the Annunciation that remember the Dove family on the south side.
At the east end of the south aisle, the apparatus for a chantry altar is still in place, with a piscina, and the rood loft stairs opening off of it rather than in the nave or chancel. At the east end of the north aisle is a curiosity, a piscina made up of odds and ends rescued from elsewhere, including a fine 13th Century Bishop's head. The font is a rather battered late medieval example, with an elegant 17th Century cover. Above the chancel arch, the rood beam is still in place. Like so many survivors, its bulk must have made the 16th century reformers wary of removing it, lest the church fall down without it.
Just to the north of Debenham, the remarkable Mid-Suffolk Light Railway ran on its way from Haughley Junction to Laxfield (it was planned to reach Halesworth, but this never materialised). This early 20th Century enterprise was the setting for John Hadfield's novel Love on a Branch Line, and was still remembered fondly by older Suffolkers when I moved to the county forty years ago. At the time of the First World War, a spur was built from Kenton Junction to a field just north of Debenham. It was an expensive and hare-brained extension, for permission to carry passengers along this stretch was never obtained, and nor was the last stretch into Debenham itself ever built.
So, Debenham fended off the iron giants to the very last, and they will never come now. Use of the spur for goods traffic was discontinued after a few short years, and the rails were removed. The cost of this spur contributed ultimately to the Middy's demise. Although very little evidence of this company's railway survives today, there are substantial remains of a bridge and embankment of the Kenton-to-Debenham spur on the road to Aspall, about a mile north of the church. The traffic rushes by, but to clamber up on this overgrown ridge is to consort with ghosts.
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There are million things to be Thankful this day: Good Health, Good Wife, Good Friends & Good Families too! But I am also grateful to this wonderful country I live, CANADA! Happy Thanks Giving to you all!
On a side note about this photo, I spent almost 3hrs this morning through the park taking hundreds of pictures. It was good time to relax the brain and use my artistic imagination. Over the years I have developed a deep fascination of Aspen Tree during Autumn. And year after year I always missed "The Aspen Photo" I wanted! And thank God for this day, I think I finally got one! This will definitely be on the frame soon.
Fishcreek Park
Calgary AB, Canada
It is always good to explore multiple angles to photograph something from. I look for light and interesting backgrounds.
Looking towards the Worcestershire Beacon from Golden Valley, Castlemorton. At 1395ft the Worcestershire Beacon is the highest peak, not that big, but there is ten miles of them - seventeen peaks, twelve of them well over 1000 ft. All the other peaks down this end range between Chase End Hill 625ft just into Gloucestershire and Hangmans Hill at 906ft. On the East side where I'm standing has mile upon mile of Common land.
The West side - Ledbury, Herefordshire is more wooded hill country, more typical of that county.
I'm not super fond of the landscapes in North Dakota and western Minnesota. Mainly just for the lack of diversity in it. It's still beautiful land but it's just not quite in my taste. I do live here however, so I still have to find the beauty I can, and I find it's easiest when you look a little closer.
on the Old Town Market Square of Warsaw Poland through Fukier Restaurant window. Warsaw was leveled by the Nazis during WWII, all of this was lovingly reconstructed, brick by brick, from historical photos and the like.
Image: Warsaw 0307085
Looking Glass Fall is located in the Pisgah Forest of Western North Carolina, USA. This is a rare time of few visitors. Nice.
For the first time in a year! Look, no cane!
When I took this photo, on my street towards the bus, I did not know yet if I can do it, but I was determined to try.
No crutch, no cane (I had one in my backpack just in case) - from home down the steps, to the bus, from bus to the swimming pool, around the pool and inside 1h, to the restaurant to drink a big carrots juice, to the bus, from the bus home. I made it!
Very very slow, not so easy, so? I did it.