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Here is the ocean to balance all your tears
The red desert valley and the wide black river
Shore to shore, my love
Shore to shore
Here is copper to fire your autumn eyes
The eight-point star with its broken wings
And all abandoned things, my love
My love
Even the willow's saddest lullaby
And the shadow that sings behind
The graces called down the nightingale, my love
The ocean, my love, was not enough
The nightingale rose, but her song could not
And the graces called them all back home, my love
My love
E’ tra la terra e l’acqua il terreno migliore per fare il castello di sabbia:
terreno rischioso, ma pieno di possibilità e di forme. Costruendo castelli di sabbia, impariamo che per sognare bisogna osare.
Fabrizio Caramagna
Buon ferragosto a tutti,
vi lascio una mia foto di una spiaggia chissà dove, chissà quando
#ferragosto #midaugust #sabbia #sand #sunset #tramonto #love #shore #italy #somewhere
Copyright Susan Ogden
I just love shore birds! they are quirky little things...with no fear of being smashed by incoming waves but heaven forbid you walk a millimeter to close to where they are and they freak out!
These were particularly amusing to watch, because when i began sneaking up on them...and by sneaking i mean walking in slow motion when i thought they were not looking at me...there were only 2 of them there...with a slight space between them. The one now in the middle was up closer to where the broken shell is to the right. he saw me first and frantically ran around the back of the two standing near each other and began to butt in line, pushing them slightly further apart and then standing there as still as he could be as tho i could no longer see him!!! the other 2 went right along with it and stood there as tho they were hiding him. staring off into the distance as if i were not there!!!
yep, that is pretty much all it takes to amuse me as i walk along the beach. That and spotting treasures (I found sea glass today!!!! that made my walk all the more terrific!!!) It is the simple pleasures that i find that make me happy in my heart. Here they are bountiful!
The boiler of the steam trawler 'Chancellor' wrecked in Whitsand Bay on January 17th 1934
The remains can be found lying on and within the sand between some large rock outcrops, the sand levels change on the beach periodically covering and uncovering the wreck so you are never sure quite how much you will see on any visit. The 2.8m long boiler stands proud of the seabed, jammed up against a rock, with the outside polished to a shine by the moving sand and a small stream running through the middle.
Some parts of the ship have been salvaged and have been used in the holiday huts on the cliff above and her anchor is in one of the gardens nearby.
I have had an addiction to little boats floating on the shore this past year. I am landlocked in the middle of the states .....no water anywhere! I love shore lines! Have a great Wednesday!
The initial ID of this bird was a challenge... barely a hint of black on this belly! I love shore birds, but in New Mexico we get limited species... I'm way out of my familiar birding turf. Because this bird may still be a juvenile, my many general field guide images were not confirmative re the species ID, and I had to access my specialty guide for shorebirds (O'Brien et al) to make a more confident ID. This guy is barely started along the path of breeding plumage changes... shortly it will have a solid black breast and belly.
IMG_9948; Black-bellied Plover
I love Shore Acres State Park in Coos Bay, Oregon. Aside from the incredible sandstone bluffs along the shore, the park also has a botanical garden and thick rainforest.
Excerpt from "ghost rider - travels on the healing road" by Neil Peart. Chapter 18 (the last one of the book).
(Briefly: within a ten-month period, at the end of 90s, Neil Peart suffered family losses - wife cancer, daughter car accident - so devastating that they left him a ghost - physically a man but with nothing. After a 55000 miles journey on his BMW R1100GS motorcycle, and after fourteen months, love appeared again in his life. Healing).
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In less than a day I was in Los Angeles; in less than a week Andrew introduced me to Carrie, my real angel of redemption; in less than a month we were deeply in love, and in less than a year we were married in a fairy-tale wedding near Santa Barbara.
Carrie:
Beautiful, smart, cultivated, artistic, affectionate;
Deep green eyes, long dark hair, radiant smile;
Tall, slender, shapely, nicely put together;
Half english, half swedish, all american, all mine.
The answer to a prayer I hadn't dared to voice, or even dream. Carrie. A friend, a soulmate, a lover, a wife, a new journey to embark upon, the greatest adventure.
Though even after we met I resisted this unlikely salvation for awhile, feeling myself by then to be still little more than a burned-out husk. That metaphor can also be stretched to embrace "once burned", and all that, and I guess this little baby soul had been burned more than once. But the East African people have a different saying about that, "wood that has burned once is easier to set aflame". Or maybe it was more like the seeds of the ponderosa pine or sequoia, which must be touched by fire before they can produce new life.
After our first, awkward meeting at a Hollywood restaurant with Andrew and his date, Carrie and I were brought together again later that week by Andrew (a determined little matchmaker) for a hike in Topanga State Park with him and his dog, Bob, an amiable jack Russel terrier. Carrie and I walked together the whole way (Andrew discreetly ahead with Bob: our chaperones) and talked about the world and our lives in it. But stubbornly , I still refused to consider this "dating", or that I was supposed to do anything, and the next day I continued blithely on my travels.
A week or two later, I somehow found myself circling back toward Los Angeles, ad Carrie and I had our first date alone together at a restaurant in Laguna Beach, then drinks over at the Ritz Carlton. Again, we talked comfortably, growing friendly but not "flirty", until one moment when I chanced to see her from across the restaurant - that single, unforgettable glimpse of her unguarded face would stop time, and change everything. One telling moment melted my cool resolve and beckoned me back to the land of the loving.
The initial ID of this bird was a challenge... barely a hint of black on this belly! I love shore birds, but in New Mexico we get limited species... I'm way out of my familiar birding turf. Because this bird may still be a juvenile, my many general field guide images were not confirmative re the species ID, and I had to access my specialty guide for shorebirds (O'Brien et al) to make a more confident ID. This guy is barely started along the path toward breeding plumage changes.
IMG_9908; Black-bellied Plover
LA: Lythrum salicaria
EN: Purple loosestrife
DE: Gewöhnlicher Blutweiderich
HU: Réti füzény
Endemic to Europe, Asia, Australia. It has been introduced to North-America.
Loves shores of rivers, lakes and swampy areas. Grows up to 1-1.5 m height.
Black British people and Black people in Britain have always been part of the English folk revival, from artists as diverse as Davey Graham (innovative folk guitar tunings and playing), Nadia Cattouse (British/Caribbean folk), and Dorris Henderson (American folk and folk rock), to Edward II now (folk reggae), but it's less well known how far back Black British ballad singing was a daily part of the English music scene.
Joseph Johnson was a Black merchant navy veteran who, because he had been born abroad and wasn't entitled to a pension or parish relief, earned his living as a street singer in London, Romford, St Albans, Staines, and the villages in between, reputedly hitching lifts with passing wagoners. He performed while wearing an elaborate hand-crafted model of the Royal Navy ship HMS Nelson on his head, a sculpture he presumably created himself. According to Vagabondiana, Anecdotes of Mendicant Wanderers through the Streets of London, a series of prints of well-known street traders and beggars, published in 1815-17, Johnson sang "The Wooden Walls of Old England" and "The British Seaman's Praise" - most likely the songs now known as "The Tough Wooden Walls" (Roud V11049) and "The Neglected Tar" (Roud V4171, aka "The Hardy Tar"), both of which positioned him as a British sailor worthy of the money he was earning as a disabled veteran. Since neither song seems to have either a clear text transcript or a brief history available on the internet, I've provided both below. The most interesting additional fact is that one of Johnson's signature songs was probably originally authored by political radical, disability activist, and anti-slavery campaigner Edward Rushton, of whom I've also included a brief biography below (under 1806).
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"I sing the British seaman's praise", aka The Neglected Tar, aka Hardy Tar, Roud V4171, recorded from 1791 onwards. It was published regularly for 15 years before being claimed by radical Liverpudlian author Edward Rushton, who is indeed a likely candidate for the poem's authorship. The book Thames Valley Villages, 1910, claims Neglected Tar was sung to the tune Country Garden (a tune mentioned as early as 1728).
1790-1840, Hardy Tar, London, broadside ballad in Bodleian collection.
Bodleian: ballads.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/search/roud/V4171/
1791, The Neglected Tar, London, prints in Yale and British Library collections.
Yale: findit.library.yale.edu/catalog/digcoll:553527
British Museum: www.britishmuseum.org/research/collection_online/collecti...
The Neglected Tar, 1791, transcript from print in Yale collection
I sing the British seaman's praise;
A theme renown'd in story;
It well deserves more polish'd lays;
Oh! 'tis your boast and glory.
When mad brain'd war spreads death around,
By them you are protected;
But when in peace the nation's found,
These bulwarks are neglected.
Chorus.
Then, Oh! protect the hardy tar,
Be mindful of his merit;
And when again you'r plung'd in war,
He'll show his daring spirit.
When thickest darkness covers all,
Far on the trackless ocean;
When lightnings dart, when thunders roll,
And all is wild commotion;
When o'er the bark the white topp'd waves,
With boist'rous sweep are rolling,
Yet coolly still, the whole he braves,
Untam'd amidst the howling.
Then, Oh! protect &c.
When deep immers'd in sulphurous smoke,
He feels a glowing pleasure;
He loads his gun, he cracks his joke,
Elated beyond measure.
Though fore and aft the blood-stain'd deck,
Should lifeless trunks appear;
Or should the vessel float a wreck,
The sailor knows no fear.
Then, Oh! protect &c.
When long becalm'd on southern brine,
Where scorching beams assail him;
When all the canvas hangs supine,
And food and water fail him;
Then oft he dreams of Britain's shore,
Where plenty still is reigning;
They call the watch, his rapture's o'er,
He sighs, but scorns complaining.
Then, Oh! protect &c.
Or burning on that noxious coast,
Where death so oft befriends him;
Or pinch'd by hoary Greenland frost,
True courage still attends him:
No clime can this eradicate,
He glories in annoyance;
He fearless braves the storms of fate,
And bids grim death defiance.
Then, Oh! protect &c.
Why should the man who knows no fear,
In peace be then neglected?
Behold him move along the pier,
Pale, meagre and dejected!
Behold him begging for employ!
Behold him disregarded!
Then view the anguish in his eye,
And say, are Tars rewarded?
Then, Oh! protect &c.
To them your dearest rights you owe,
In peace then would you starve them?
What say ye Britain's sons? - oh! no!
Protect them and preserve them.
Shield them from poverty and pain,
'Tis policy to do it;
Or when grim war shall come again,
Oh Britons, ye may rue it!
Then, Oh! protect &c.
1792, Edinburgh syren, or, Musical bouquet, Being a new selection of modern songs, sung at the various places of amusement in Great Britain and Ireland, 1792, Edinburgh, book in the National Library of Scotland collection. Only minor typographical differences from the 1791 print in the Yale collection.
National Library of Scotland: digital.nls.uk/special-collections-of-printed-music/paget...
1805, A collection of songs, moral, sentimental, instructive, and amusing, edited by James Plumtre, 1805, London, book. Minor typographical and phraseological variations. The Neglected Tar is credited to a "gentleman of Liverpool".
"Serene amidst the howling." was "Untam'd amidst the howling."
"He loads his gun - right heart of oak - " was "He loads his gun, he cracks his joke,"
"He sighs - forbears complaining." was "He sighs, but scorns complaining."
"He's calm amidst annoyance;" was "He glories in annoyance;"
1806, Edward Rushton (1756–1814), as a boy and young man, was a sailor on slave trading ships between Africa and the Americas. While on board one insanitary slave ship Rushton was blinded by an infection. He returned to his home in Liverpool and became a political radical, including campaigning for the abolition of slavery. Rushton published his West Indian Eclogues in 1787. He opened the successful and lasting Liverpool School for the Indigent Blind in 1791. He published a reprimand to George Washington for owning slaves in 1797. Rushton published his Poems in 1806, including a poem of praise to Toussaint L'Overture and the Black Haitian revolutionaries. Rushton's anti-slavery writings also included cultural details he had learned from his earlier contacts with enslaved Africans, such as a "negro" "Egbo", held in slavery in the British West Indies, who swears by "Obi" and has a wife named "Zuna". In 1807 an operation partially restored Edward Rushton's eyesight and he saw his wife and children for the first time.
Neglected Tar, 1806, from Poems by Edward Rushton
To ocean's sons I lift the strain,
A race renown'd in story;
A race whose wrongs are Britain's stain,
Whose deeds are Britain's glory.
By them, when courts have banish'd peace,
Your sea-girt land's protected,
But when war's horrid thunderings cease,
These bulwarks are neglected.
When thickest darkness covers all,
Far on the trackless ocean,
When lightnings dart, when thunders roll,
And all is wild commotion;
When o'er the barque the foam-capt waves,
With boisterous sweep are rolling,
The seaman feels, yet nobly braves,
The storm's terrific howling.
When long becalm'd on southern brine,
Where scorching beams assail him,
When all the canvas hangs supine,
And food and water fail him,
Then oft he dreams of that loved shore,
Where joys are ever reigning, -
The watch is called, his rapture's o'er,
He sighs, but scorns complaining.
Now deep immers'd in sulphurous smoke,
Behold him at his station,
He loads his gun, he cracks his joke,
And moves, all animation.
The battle roars, the ship's a wreck,
He smiles amid the danger,
And though his messmates strew the deck,
To fear his soul's a stranger.
When long becalm'd on southern brine,
Where scorching beams assail him,
When all the canvass hangs supine,
And food and water fail him,
Then oft he dreams of that loved shore,
Where joys are ever reigning;
The watch is called - his rapture's o'er,
He sighs, but scorns complaining.
Or burning on that noxious coast,
Where death so oft befriends him;
Or pinch'd by hoary Greenland's frost,
True courage still attends him.
No clime can this eradicate,
He glories in annoyance,
He, fearless, braves the storms of fate,
And bids grim death defiance.
Why should the man, who knows no fear,
In peace be thus neglected?
Behold him move along the pier,
Pale, meagre, and dejected;
He asks a berth with downcast eye,
His prayers are disregarded,
Refus'd — ah hear the veteran sigh,
And say, are tars rewarded?
Much to these fearless souls you owe,
In peace then would you starve them?
What say you, patriot souls? Oh no!
Admire, protect, preserve them.
And oh! reflect, if war again
Should menace your undoing,
Reflect, who then would sweep the main,
And shield your realm from ruin.
CHORUS
Then oh! protect the hardy tar,
Be mindful of his merit,
And if pure justice urge the war,
He'll show his daring spirit.
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1820, The Tough Wooden Walls, Roud V11049, recorded from 1820 (title recorded from 1804)
Reputedly sung at Vauxhall Gardens by the famous Mr Dignum in 1804 (according to books such as The Whim of the Day, and other sources), and possibly on the streets of London by the almost equally famous Black British naval veteran and street singer Joseph Johnson by 1817 (according to Vagabondiana, which names the song as "The Wooden Walls of Old England"), and perhaps popular enough to be parodied not long after.
Vaughan Williams Memorial Library: www.vwml.org/record/RoudBS/B86180
The Tough Wooden Walls (Roud V11049, oddly one number after the apparently later parody), 1820, from The Vocal Library, book
When the despots of France felt a wish to invade
The island that freedom had long call'd her own,
The impulse of honour each Briton obey'd,
Determined to fight for his country and crown:
Then encircled by fleets she has nothing to fear,
While no civil commotions her people dissever;
This adage remains ev'ry Briton to cheer,
The tough Wooden Walls of Old England for ever.
Then what fear can invasion impress on the mind
If Britons for ever united we stand,
While our brave Volunteers in true valour combin'd,
Step forward to fight for our dear native land:
With such guardians as these, let the boasters appear,
Shall we e'er yield to Frenchmen? Oh Englishmen, never;
For this adage remains, ev'ry Briton to cheer,
The tough Wooden Walls of Old England for ever.
Then a health to the fleets which our islands surround,
Success to their Adm'rals courageously brave;
With their actions of valour the heavens resound,
The deeds of our Navy, our country to save.
Approbation this toast from each Briton must meet,
Prosper well ev'ry Englishman's loyal endeavour,
May God save the King, his army and fleet,
The tough Wooden Walls of Old England for ever.
The initial ID of this bird was a challenge... not a hint of black on this belly! I love shore birds, but in New Mexico we get limited species... I'm way out of my familiar turf. Because this bird may still be a juvenile, my many general field guide images were not confirmative re the species ID, and I had to access my specialty guide for shorebirds (O'Brien et al) to make a more confident ID.
IMG_9893; Black-bellied Plover
The initial ID of this bird was a challenge... barely a hint of black on this belly! I love shore birds, but in New Mexico we get limited species... I'm way out of my familiar birding turf. Because this bird may still be a juvenile, my many general field guide images were not confirmative re the species ID, and I had to access my specialty guide for shorebirds (O'Brien et al) to make a more confident ID. This guy is barely started along the path of breeding plumage changes... shortly it will have a solid black breast and belly.
IMG_9946; Black-bellied Plover
The initial ID of this bird was a challenge... barely a hint of black on this belly! I love shore birds, but in New Mexico we get limited species... I'm way out of my familiar birding turf. Because this bird may still be a juvenile, my many general field guide images were not confirmative re the species ID, and I had to access my specialty guide for shorebirds (O'Brien et al) to make a more confident ID. This guy is barely started along the path toward breeding plumage changes.
IMG_9945; Black-bellied Plover
കാണെ കാണെ കണ് നിറഞ്ഞെ പൂമ്പൈതൽ ~~
അരയനുള്ളിൽ പറ നിറഞ്ഞെ ചാകരക്കോള് ~~
Shot inspired from the movie "Amaram"
Location: Snehatheeram Beach (Thalikulam, Thrissur District)
it was too dark to get a good quality image, so i raised ISO to maximum and they were very far from me..
The initial ID of this bird was a challenge... not a hint of black on this belly! I love shore birds, but in New Mexico we get limited species... I'm way out of my familiar birding turf. Because this bird may still be a juvenile, my many general field guide images were not confirmative re the species ID, and I had to access my specialty guide for shorebirds (O'Brien et al) to make a more confident ID. This guy is hunkered down for a rest.
IMG_9906; Black-bellied Plover
LA: Lythrum salicaria
EN: Purple loosestrife
DE: Gewöhnlicher Blutweiderich
HU: Réti füzény
Endemic to Europe, Asia, Australia. It has been introduced to North-America.
Loves shores of rivers, lakes and swampy areas. Grows up to 1-1.5 m height.
Steps down to a cove at Cupecoy Beach St Maarten🌞 #stmaarten #sxm #caraibes #netherlandantilles #ig_travel #ig_serenity #scenic #scenery #bestview #sea #seascape #westindies_pictures #loves_caribbeansea #ig_caribbean #photo_beaches #travelpic #caribbeanhotspots #ig_caribbean_sea #caribbean #pocket_beaches #share_landscape_photo #loves_shores #caribbean_beautiful_landscapes
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The initial ID of this bird was a challenge... not a hint of black on this belly! I love shore birds, but in New Mexico we get limited species... I'm way out of my familiar birding turf. Because this bird may still be a juvenile, my many general field guide images were not confirmative re the species ID, and I had to access my specialty guide for shorebirds (O'Brien et al) to make a more confident ID. This guy is patrolling the surf line for its lunch.
IMG_0328; Black-bellied Plover
I loved Shore's photography of Winslow,AZ and American and, esspecially, Uncommon Places best. He is to be admired to switch so often in styles, subjects, B&W vs color and camera equipment (35mm switching to bulky equipment on tripods and also using Polaroid).
Baie Rouge St Martin🌴 #stmartin #caraibes #frenchwestindies #caribbeanhotspots #ig_caribbean #westindies_pictures #scenic #loves_caribbeansea #pocket_beaches #photo_beaches #loves_shores #caribbean_beautiful_landscapes #caribbean #islandlife #seascape #beautifuldestinations #share_landscape_photo #great_captures_nature #baierouge #ig_serenity #frenchside
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Snehatheeram, means ‘Love Shore’, is 3km away from Thalikkulam and 30 km away from Thrissur town, a wonderful place to spend a day or evening with family. This beach, is maintained by Kerala Tourism Development Corporation (KTDC), definitely one of the most beautiful beaches in Kerala.
A rocky cove on Mullet Bay St Maarten🌊 #stmaarten #sxm #netherlandantilles #caraibes #caribbean #CaribbeanHotSpots #ig_serenity #ig_caribbean #westindies_pictures #bns_waters #loves_caribbeansea #photo_beaches #loves_shores #pocket_beaches #seascape #loves_cameras #loves_landscape #sea #igpowerclub #ig_caribbean_sea #loves_beachlife #share_landscape_photo #ig_kilikya #mulletbay #scenic #scenery #caribbean_beautiful_landscapes
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The initial ID of this bird was a challenge... not a hint of black on this belly... it's awaiting its change to breeding plumage! I love shore birds, but in New Mexico we get limited species. This was our only sighting of this bird for this trip. Normally I would pass up a distant shot like this, but I took it to later confirm the ID of this sighting.
IMG_8979; Black-bellied Plover
View from Holland House Philipsburg St Maarten🌺 #stmaarten #sxm #netherlandantilles #caraibes #caribbean #caribbean_beautiful_landscapes #loves_caribbeansea #scenery #scenic #philipsburg #hollandhousebeachhotel #ig_caribbean #westindies_pictures #loves_landscape #loves_beachlife #caribbeanhotspots #beautifuldestinations #bougainvillea #loves_shores #igpowerclub #ig_kilikya #pocket_beaches #ig_dynamic #ig_serenity #ig_travel #great_captures_nature #ig_caribbean_sea
Caribbean photo via Instagram: by camachoanu instagram.com/p/31NjPVJlzt/
See more of the Caribbean here: www.caribbeanmag.com