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I was asked to do a "me, right now" picture so here it is.

Me straight out of the camera taken, just now, at 6:55 pm.

No alteration or changes.

 

The necklace was a gift from Michelle (shoozles). She's awesome!! xoxo

  

I need to brush my bed head hair.

Yes, my eyes are hazel/green...or olive drab if you like. ;)

Me-made blouse, skirt, belt and necklace.

 

Blouse is silk shirting with woven plaid; it's the same vintage Vogue blouse I've made... 4 times now I think. Each time I make the neck smaller, but it still feels gappy...

 

Skirt has been my nemesis for soooo long now. Has been reworked dozens of times, and still iffy. Vintage 50s or 60s "Panier-effect skirt" whatever that means- basically, it means, I should have made a burda Marie! In the end it has been taken in, let out, completely reshaped, waistband width doubled on a whim for no particular reason just trying to find something that looked better! In the end, lesson learned that when your waist measurement is already 2-3 sizes larger than your other measurements, probably a skirt that has huge, volume-producing tucks in the abdominal area should be avoided; no matter what you do, it's not actually going to be tremendously flattering. I would have scrapped it entirely but that I looooooooooooove this fabric. Black & tan fine wool tweed suiting with a little stretch. Yummmmm.

 

Necklace is an old favorite from late 90s I think. It's metal beads of various ages and countries of origin and an interesting wood piece for center that I can't even remember where I picked up, but good patina to it. Same mustard belt from previous days.

 

I am starting to understand why you guys all have blogs... :)

 

Er, and why I don't.

the strongest and often majorly exercised muscle in my body.

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- “Do not touch me…”

 

Gospel of John, chapter 20, verse 17 (John 20, 17)

 

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I was with you, Father,

at the moment of creation.

I could not fail to know the elements and master them.

What would it be to

lift the stone of a tomb

compared to your will as Creator?

You taught me how the world is composed

and made me your son,

but I was a participant

in creation.

The followers who followed me

believed in You and in me,

Your son.

They will be happy to see me rise again,

but I will weep

for those still chained

in hell,

and my hands

will silence their strident cries.

Poor souls,

who migrate toward nothingness.

The fear,

God,

of these blind depths,

of these people who have not had

the splendor of your reins.

Because you do not know,

Father,

what it means

to sit at Your right hand

as a king.

A gentle but not cowardly king

who mediates

between your divine wrath

and the lust and unbelief of man.

I,

who am just,

love man

and ask your forgiveness

through this slow agony

that has lasted for centuries

for the world.

Behold, Lord, I give you back my spirit

in the form of a white dove

that will fly toward heaven.

And no other way

have you built peace

than with the groins of a bird

that brings the olive branch to your lips.

 

Father,

I will rise again,

and I will sit at your right hand.

 

POEM OF THE CROSS - Alda Merini

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- “Noli me tangere …”

 

Vangelo di Giovanni, capitolo 20, versetto 17 (Giovanni 20, 17)

 

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- Ero con te, Padre,

al momento della creazione.

Non potevo non conoscere gli elementi e dominarli.

Cosa vuoi che sia

sollevare la pietra di un sepolcro

in confronto alla tua volontà di Creatore.

Tu mi hai insegnato come è composto il mondo

e mi hai reso figlio,

ma ero partecipe

della creazione.

I seguaci che mi hanno seguito

hanno creduto in Te e in me,

Tuo figlio.

Saranno felici di vedermi risorgere,

ma io piangerò

per quelli che sono ancora incatenati

nell'inferno

e le mie mani

faranno tacere i loro stridori.

Povere anime,

che migrano verso il nulla.

Lo spavento,

Dio,

di queste profondità cieche,

di questa gente che non ha avuto

lo splendore delle tue redini.

Perché tu non sai,

Padre,

cosa vuol dire

sedere alla Tua destra

in veste di re.

Un re mite ma non codardo

che fa da intermediario

tra la tua collera divina

e la lussuria e la miscredenza dell'uomo.

Io,

che sono giusto,

amo l'uomo

e ti chiedo perdono

attraverso questa lenta agonia

che dura da secoli

per il mondo.

Ecco, Signore, io ti rendo il mio spirito

in forma di bianca colomba

che volerà verso il cielo.

E non altrimenti

Tu hai costruito la pace

se non con gli inguini di un uccello

che porta l'ulivo alle tue labbra.

 

Padre,

io risorgerò,

e siederò alla Tua destra.

 

POEMA DELLA CROCE - Alda Merini

 

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This photographic story, with text, which I propose as my last work for Flickr in 2025 (2026 is now just a few minutes away), tells of the procession of the Holy Crucifix of Aracoeli, which took place in March of this year 2025 in the town of San Marco d'Alunzio (in the province of Messina). The procession normally begins on the morning of the last Friday of March each year, but there is an exception to this rule: when it coincides with Good Friday, then the procession is brought forward to the previous Friday. The procession of the Holy Crucifix of Aracoeli is an ancient penitential rite. On the feast day of the Crucifix, Holy Mass is celebrated in the Church of Aracoeli in San Marco d'Alunzio. On this occasion, the Holy Crucifix is celebrated. Crucifix (which is located in the church at the end of the right nave, at its feet is the painting of the Virgin of Sorrows pierced by seven swords), Christ on the Cross is removed by the devotees from the hook on which it is hanging, is carried outside the church, here it is raised and fixed on the float, the sermon of the priest who has climbed onto the float next to the Crucifix takes over, under the Cross is fixed the painting of His Sorrowful Mother, then they are carried in procession by the men (and women) in blue hoods called "babbaluti", they proceed invoking the pity and mercy of the Lord with a constant and rhythmic lament, saying "Signuri, Misericordia, Pietà!"; this is the norm, but this year the bad weather has brought some changes, the float on which they hoisted the SS. The crucifix with the kneeling babbaluti was not located in the churchyard, but inside the church. Christ was covered with a large sheet of cellophane to protect it from the rain, while the painting of the Madonna with swords in her heart was placed at her Son's feet only after the procession returned to the church. San Marco d'Alunzio is a charming town in the Messina area, located in the Nebrodi Mountains of Sicily. The procession takes place in honor of the Holy Crucifix of Araceli. This religious-penitential event is also known as the "procession of the babbaluti." These are those who, by vow or grace received, have chosen to carry the fercolo containing the crucifix and the painting on their shoulders in procession. they head to the nearby Church of Santa Maria dei Poveri or to some private home nearby where, sheltered from the curiosity of the faithful, they wear a simple but characteristic indigo-colored cloth habit, consisting of a tunic and a conical hood that covers the entire body and leaves only the eyes and hands free. It is not uncommon, however, for the penitents, rendered anonymous by the habit they wear, to also include women, who, to avoid any possibility of recognition, wear a pair of gloves; The babbaluti are 33 in number to commemorate the 33 years of Christ. The number is odd, in fact the 33rd babbaluto does not carry the vara. He (should be the “capo vara”) proceeds backwards, looking towards Christ and his Mother, and at the same time checks that everything is in order among the babbaluti, guiding the vara along the path, even if it is moving backwards (this is a way of proceeding in carrying the vara or fercolo, present in various Sicilian religious processions). So, the 32 (+1) "babbaluti" carry on their shoulders the float that bears the Holy Crucifix of the Araceli church (the statue of Christ was created by Scipione Li Volsi, in the year 1652, he was a sculptor and plasterer of the Sicilian Baroque), at whose feet, on the float, is tied the painting of Our Lady of Sorrows, whose chest appears pierced by seven swords (it is an 18th century painting), however, as already described, this year the painting, to protect it from the rain, was placed on the float only upon the return of the procession to the church. Before the procession begins, the babbaluti advance barefoot, wearing only heavy, hand-knitted stockings of raw wool. Before entering the church, they must walk a path of purification. When they approach the ancient church of Araceli, they bow and kiss the ground, thus receiving permission to enter the church. This, however, occurs through a side door, called the "false door" (in Sicilian dialect, "porta fausa"). Having entered the church from the side, they now exit through the main entrance, allowing them to take their places, kneeling in front and behind the float. To enter the "porta fausa," the babbaluti proceed in pairs, with the last babbaluti, the eldest, proceeding alone. After the priest's long-awaited speech, the procession can begin, winding through the streets of the picturesque and welcoming village of San Marco d'Alunzio. Along the way, the Babbaluti pace their steps, accompanying the mournful and plaintive jugular vein that invokes the Lord. Devout men and women walk alongside the Babbaluti, walking alongside the float, touching it, sometimes caressing it... just to have physical (and spiritual) contact with it. Finally, after completing a specific route, the procession returns to the ancient church (of Norman origins) of Aracoeli. Every time I attend this touching event, I am completely overwhelmed by emotion (which, however, I cannot abandon, lest I lose concentration while taking photos). The highlight is when the crucified Christ is removed from the hook fixed to the wall by expert men, and then carried (it seems to float) above the heads of the devotees, supported aloft with their hands, and hoisted and secured to the float. In these moments of intense emotion, it is common to see in the eyes of the devotees, shining with tears, that profound emotion of their relationship with this Christ, which has lasted forever: it is as if they were in the presence of the true Christ, in flesh and blood. This is the atmosphere experienced in those moments, this is the magic of the procession of the Most Holy Crucifix and His Mother, represented by the painting of Our Lady of Sorrows pierced by seven swords (an iconography of Spanish origin).

 

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Il presente racconto fotografico, con testo, che propongo come ultimo mio lavoro per Flickr dell’anno 2025 (oramai mancano pochi minuti al 2026) parla della processione del Santissimo Crocifisso di Aracoeli che si è tenuto nel marzo di quest’anno 2025 nel paese di San Marco d’Alunzio (in provincia di Messina). La processione normalmente inizia la mattina dell’ultimo venerdì del mese di marzo di ogni anno, c’è però una eccezione a questa regola, quando si realizza la coincidenza col Venerdì Santo, allora la processione viene anticipata al venerdì precedente. Quella del SS.Crocifisso di Aracoeli è un antico rito penitenziale, il giorno della festa del Crocifisso, a San Marco d'Alunzio si celebra la S. Messa nella Chiesa dell'Aracoeli, in questa occasione il SS. Crocifisso (che si trova nella chiesa in fondo alla navata di destra, ai suoi piedi è posto il quadro della Vergine Addolorata trafitta da sette spade), il Cristo sulla Croce viene tolto dai devoti dal gancio sul quale è appeso, viene portato all’esterno della chiesa, qui viene innalzato e fissato sulla vara, subentra il sermone del sacerdote salito sulla vara accanto al Crocifisso, sotto alla Croce viene fissato il quadro di sua Madre Addolorata, quindi vengono portati in processione dagli uomini (e donne) incappucciati di colore blu detti “babbaluti”, essi procedono invocando la pietà e la misericordia del Signore con un costante e ritmato lamento, dicendo “Signuri, Misericordia, Pietà!”; questa è la norma, ma quest’anno il cattivo tempo ha portato qualche cambiamento, la vara sulla quale hanno issato il SS. Crocifisso con i babbaluti messi in ginocchio, non si trovava sul sagrato davanti la chiesa, ma era dentro la chiesa, il Cristo veniva ricoperto con un ampio foglio di cellophane per proteggerlo dalla pioggia, mentre il quadro della Madonna con le spade nel cuore, è stato messo ai piedi di Suo Figlio solo al rientro della processione nella chiesa. San Marco d’Alunzio è un ameno paese del territorio Messinese, sito sui monti Nebrodi, in Sicilia; la processione si svolge proprio in onore del Santissimo Crocifisso di Araceli, è questa una ricorrenza religioso-penitenziale conosciuta anche come "processione dei babbaluti", essi sono coloro che per voto o per grazia ricevuta, hanno deciso di portare in processione sulle loro spalle il fercolo con il Crocifisso ed il quadro; essi si dirigono nella vicina Chiesa di Santa Maria dei Poveri o in qualche abitazione privata lì vicino dove, al riparo dalla curiosità dei fedeli, indossano un semplice ma caratteristico saio di tela di colore indaco, costituito da una tunica e un cappuccio di forma conica tale da coprire l'intero corpo e lasciare liberi solo gli occhi e le mani, non è raro purtuttavia che tra i penitenti, resi anonimi dal saio che indossano, vi siano anche delle donne, le quali per evitare qualsiasi possibilità di riconoscimento, indossano un paio di guanti; i babbaluti sono in numero di 33 per rievocare i 33 anni di Cristo, il numero è dispari, infatti il 33° babbaluto non porta la vara, egli (dovrebbe essere il “capo vara”) procede all’indietro, rivolgendo lo sguardo al Cristo ed a sua Madre, e nel contempo controlla che tutto sia in ordine tra i babbaluti, guidando la vara lungo il percorso, anche se il suo andamento è a ritroso, (questo è un modo di procedere nel portare la vara o fercolo, presente in diverse processioni religiose siciliane). Quindi, i 32 (+1) "babbaluti" portano sulle loro spalle la vara che reca il Santo Crocifisso della chiesa dell’Araceli (la statua del Cristo è stata creata da Scipione Li Volsi, nell'anno 1652, egli fu uno scultore e stuccatore del barocco SIciliano), ai cui piedi, sulla vara, viene legato il quadro della Madonna Addolorata, il cui petto appare trafitto da sette spade ( è un dipinto del XVIII secolo), purtuttavia come già descritto, quest’anno il quadro, per proteggerlo dalla pioggia, è stato messo sulla vara solo al rientro della processione in chiesa. I babbaluti prima dell'inizio della processione avanzano a piedi scalzi indossando solo delle pesanti calze di lana grezza realizzate a mano, devono percorrere, prima di entrare in chiesa, un cammino di purificazione: quando essi giungono in prossimità dell'antica chiesa dell'Araceli, essi si chinano e baciano in terra, ricevendo in tal modo il permesso per poter accedere dentro la chiesa, questo però avviene da una porta laterale, chiamata "falsa porta" (In dialetto siciliano “porta fausa”), una volta entrati in chiesa lateralmente, ora fuoriescono dall'ingresso principale, potendo così prendere posto, inginocchiandosi sul davanti ed alle spalle, della vara; i babbaluti per accedere alla “porta fausa” procedono in coppia, l’ultimo babbaluto procede da solo, lui è il più anziano tra i babbaluti; seguirà l'atteso discorso del sacerdote, terminato, potrà iniziare la processione che si svolge per le vie del pittoresco ed accogliente paese di San Marco d'Alunzio. Lungo il percorso i Babbaluti cadenzano la propria andatura accompagnandosi alla mesta e lamentosa giugulatoria che invoca il Signore . Ci sono uomini e donne devoti che procedono assieme ai babbaluti camminando a lato della vara, toccandola, ora accarezzandola...pur di avere un contatto fisico (e di rimando spirituale) con essa. Infine, dopo aver compiuto un preciso percorso, la processione fa rientro nell'antica chiesa (di origini Normanne) dell'Aracoeli. Ogniqualvolta sono presente a questa toccante ricorrenza sono completamente inondato da emozioni (alle quali però non posso abbandonarmi, perderei la concentrazione nel realizzare le foto), il momento clou è quando il Cristo Crocifisso viene tolto dal gancio fissato sul muro da uomini esperti, per poi essere portato (sembra galleggiare) sopra la testa dei devoti, sostenuto in alto con le mani, ed essere issato e fissato sulla vara; in questi momenti di intensa emozione è comune vedere negli occhi dei devoti, lucidi di lacrime, quella emozione profonda del loro rapporto con questo Cristo, che dura da sempre: è come se si trovassero al cospetto del Cristo vero, in carne ed ossa, questa è l’atmosfera che si vive in quei momenti, questa è la magia della processione del SS. Crocifisso e di Sua Madre, rappresentata dal quadro dell’Addolorata trafitta da sette spade (iconografia di origine spagnola).

 

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Mom's Work! Hobby! Housework!

Il mondo è nelle mani di coloro che hanno il coraggio di sognare e di correre il rischio di vivere i propri sogni.

Cit. Paulo Coelho

Leer es amoblar tu propio departamento interior.

Jostein Gaarder

 

Para el grupo: Imaginaruim Colectivum

Tema Junio: Tea Time

 

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hello every one who will eat my juicy pussy

 

Market street, Manchester.

me by Alina Shamalova

Fuji GS645S, Ilford Delta 3200 @1600, Rodinal 1:25/9

It's the only photo I have of me at the then-still-operative Berlin wall. Taken during an Easter trip in 1988. This was on Bernauer Straße, at the border between the districts of Mitte (East Berlin) and Brunnenviertel (West Berlin), close to where the Gedenkstätte Berliner Mauer (Memorial Site Berlin Wall) is located today.

 

I remember that we were miserably cold during that trip, as we didn't take appropriate clothing to match the blustery winds, rains, and occasional snowfalls. We also ventured into the East one day, which was a ridiculously difficult experience, ranging from problems finding the appropriate border crossing (West Germans were not allowed to use any other than Bahnhof Friedrichstrasse), over nosy and intimidating border control procedures ("What's on these audio tapes? Pop music? Is that something like dance music?") and sold-out cafes with weirdly bureaucratic regulations regarding the things you were and were not supposed to do with your coat or with the arrangement of the chairs, to being practically unable to spend the 25 Reichsmark every West German citizen was forced by law to buy with an equal amount of Deutschmarks, so the country would get hard currency, because everything was closed on Easter Sunday. We got two balls of ice cream with three wedges of canned pineapple and a cup of coffee for 16 Reichsmark each in a hotel close to the border control station and left the rest on a shelf in the restroom, because we weren’t supposed to take it out of the country either.

 

It was still all very exciting, especially since it was my only ever trip to Berlin while it was still divided. My most vivid memory is climbing a ledge on the side of the Reichstag building in the middle of the night, while a light snow was falling, and peeking over the wall to see the GDR border guards on patrol duty in the brightly lit ‘death strip’ between the walls, in their long raincoats, military hats, and with machine guns and German shepherds. It felt like being in one of those cold war spy movies - except that it was real. I wish I had a photo from that scene.

 

Happy 25th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall.

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Most of the time I'm trying to shoot really cool landscapes, or capture the photograph of an interesting person I've come across. Every once in a while though, you notice something more in the details. Something easy to pass by. If you slow down for just a bit though, you might appreciate it.

 

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Having some fun with a Painted Lady, Meadow Brown. and a Peacock. Not to mention a disused warehouse. All found on a sunny afternoon's Bug Hunt.

When Icelandic sheep walk, the rear view of their tooshies reminded me of Tommy from Rugrats.

The Photographer: Sardinha

Thank you a lot ***

On B&W

before paigey & phil's party

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Clouds Amaze Me

By Don Iannone

 

Clouds amaze me

how easily they make friends

with other clouds, but

always maintain their independence, and

how they put themselves

at the mercy of the wind, that

keeps them from becoming

too set in their ways like mountains.

 

Clouds amaze me

how they drift in wisps and billows, and

how they dress up as scowling old men

with stately white beards, or

naughty elephants standing on hind legs, or

even battered pirate ships

on a tumultuous sea.

 

Clouds amaze me

how they seduce my imagination, and

how they make me want to dance, and

how they make me want to be

something other than I am,

if only long enough

to know what it’s like

to be someone or something else.

 

Clouds amaze me

because they can be whatever

they want to be, and

finally just like good poems, they

leave the right parts of the story untold.

Me, wearing my socks outdoors.

Sierra Madre, CA

You, do you remember me?

Like I remember you?

Do you spend your life

Going back in your mind to that time?

Because I, I walk the streets alone

I hate being on my own

And everyone can see that I really fell

And I'm going through hell

Thinking about you with somebody else

 

Somebody wants you

Somebody needs you

Somebody dreams about you every single night

Somebody can't breath without you, it's lonely

Somebody hopes that one day you will see

That Somebody's Me

 

How, How could we go wrong

It was so good and now it's gone

And I pray at night that our paths soon will cross

And what we had isn't lost

Cause you're always right here in my thoughts

 

Somebody wants you

Somebody needs you

Somebody dreams about you every single night

Somebody can't breath without you, it's lonely

Somebody hopes that one day you will see

That Somebody's Me

 

You'll always be in my life

Even if I'm not in your life

Because you're in my memory

You, will you remember me

And before you set me free

Oh listen please

 

Somebody wants you

Somebody needs you

Somebody dreams about you every single night

Somebody can't breath without you, it's lonely

Somebody hopes that one day you will see

That Somebody's Me

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Me playing my guitar

Me reflected in the disney concert hall. This is how shiny the whole thing used to be, but I guess the people who lived across the street didn't appreciate the 10 degree hike in temp it caused by reflecting the suns rays. So, they dulled the out side parts down, but some parts (like this one) are still really shiny.

Please pile my burnt skin!! xD It's summer :p

PS: I'M SINGLE!!!!

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