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The Ebb And Flow Of Life - Poem by Edwina Reizer
The ebb and flow of the deep blue sea
is the same as it is for you and me.
Sometimes we're at peace with tranquility.
When life seems to move and lets us be
soothed by the rhythms that keeps us quiet
giving what we need to beautify it.
Sometimes we're turbulent as the stormy sea
wondering how troublesome times can be
upon us so fast, destroying harmony.
And nothing we do keeps us free
as we rock back and forth and to and fro
like strong winds from the north that won't let go.
And finally we learn to accept the change
of the ebb and flow and we rearrange
our thinking and the drift and debris
that comes to us like the sand at the sea.
For this is the natural order of things
that comes to all be they paupers or Kings.
By Edwina Reizer
🎼: Thats Life ~ Frank Sinatra~
✈️ : Missing Melody
That's life (that's life), that's what all the people say
You're ridin' high in April, shot down in May
But I know I'm gonna change that tune
When I'm back on top, back on top in June
I said that's life (that's life), and as funny as it may seem
Some people get their kicks stompin' on a dream
But I don't let it, let it get me down
'cause this fine old world, it keeps spinnin' around
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king
I've been up and down and over and out and I know one thing
Each time I find myself flat on my face
I pick myself up and get back in the race
That's life (that's life), I tell you I can't deny it
I thought of quitting, baby, but my heart just ain't gonna buy it
And if I didn't think it was worth one single try
I'd jump right on a big bird and then I'd fly
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king
I've been up and down and over and out and I know one thing
Each time I find myself layin' flat on my face
I just pick myself up and get back in the race
That's life (that's life), that's life and I can't deny it
Many times I thought of cuttin' out but my heart won't buy it
But if there's nothin' shakin' come this here July
I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball a-and die
Levon wears his war wound like a crown
He calls his child Jesus 'cause he likes the name
And he sends him to the finest school in town
Levon, Levon likes his money
He makes a lot they say
Spends his days counting
In a garage by the motorway
He was born a pauper
To a pawn on a Christmas day
When the New York Times
Said God is dead and the war's begun
Alvin Tostig has a son today
And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
And he shall be Levon
In tradition with the family plan
And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
He shall be Levon
Levon's sells cartoon balloons in town
His family business thrives
Jesus blows up balloons all day
Sits on the porch swing watching them fly
And Jesus, he wants to go to Venus
Leave Levon far behind
Take a balloon and go sailing,
While Levon, Levon slowly dies
He was born a pauper
To a pawn on a Christmas day
When the New York Times
Said God is dead and the war's begun
Alvin Tostig has a son today
And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
And he shall be Levon
In tradition with the family plan, woo
And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
He shall be Levon
And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
And he shall be Levon
In tradition with the family plan, woo
And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
He shall be Levon
Landscapes are usually about simplification of a scene and this shot of the Westertoren in the Grachtengordel neighborhood is a riot of detailed activity but for me it somehow works and is one of my favorite shots I so far have taken of Amsterdam.
The Ouwe Wester built in 1638 stands 87m high and is the tallest church tower in the city, the blue crown you see topping the tower represents the Imperial Austrian crown of Maximillian but from 1906-2006 it was the golden yellow of Rembrandt to honor him 300 years after his birth until recent renovations brought back the original blue color.
The Westerkerk that the tower is attached to is the largest protestant church of Holland and was designed by chief city architect and sculptor Hendrick de Keyser who had previously built the Zuiderkerk and the East India house, unfortunately Hendrick did not live long enough to see the completion of his greatest work but he did usher in the Dutch Classicism architectural style of the 17th century and left his mark on Amsterdam.
Rembrandt van Rijn was buried in the Westerkerk hence the color change to crown on the 300th anniversary of his death but nobody is sure where they buried him as he died a pauper and as is customary to the time the poor would be laid to rest in numbered kerkgraf or stone grave which would be emptied and the contents disposed of after a 20 year period.
Though they may lost the exact location of Rembrandt’s grave they honor him every year on his birthday July 15 with a concert of music from his period and flowers are hung on his memorial marker from 1909 taken from his famous painting the Nachtwacht or Nightwatch in English.
I took this on Sept 9th, 2017 with my D750 and Nikon 28-300mm f/3.5-5.6 Lens at 36mm 1/320 sec f/11 ISO1600 processed in LR, PS +Lumenzia, Topaz , Luminar and DXO
Disclaimer: My style is a study of romantic realism as well as a work in progress
Grim Reaper
I am death. The one who collects. I make no amends. I have no regrets. Reap what we sow. Grim Reaper your soul. I am the keeper; I creep in the cold. Chill in your bones, your mind's mine to own. Die all alone, coins on your eyes pay the toll. From the Ferryman's boat, pauper to throne. They all pay the piper, no light where they go. Life might be fickle; death makes us equal. In front of the All they fall from my sickle.
Costume by Decoy - Ms. Grim
Contraption - Ride of Delusion
Thank you all for all your love and support, comments and awards, always appreciated and grateful. Much Love and Light to you all ♥♥♥
Mood ♫ Frank Sinatra - That's Life ♫
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate
A poet, a pawn and a king
I've been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing
Each time I find myself flat on my face
I pick myself up and get back in the race
That's life (that's life), I tell ya, I can't deny it
I thought of quitting, baby
But my heart just ain't gonna buy it
And if I didn't think it was worth one single try
I'd jump right on a big bird and then I'd fly
Workin' like a dog for the boss man
Workin' for the company
I'm bettin' on the dice I'm tossin'
I'm gonna have a fantasy
But where am I gonna look?
They tell me that love is blind
I really need a girl like an open book
to read between the lines
Love in an elevator
Livin' it up when I'm goin' down
Love in an elevator
Lovin' it up 'til I hit the ground
Jacki's in the elevator
Lingerie second floor
She said 'can I see you later
And love you just a little more?'
I kinda hope we get stuck
nobody gets out alive
She said I'll show ya how to fax in the mailroom honey
and have you home by five
Love in an elevator
Livin' it up when I'm goin' down
Love in an elevator
Lovin' it up 'til I hit the ground
In the air, in the air, honey one more time not, it ain't fair
Love in an elevator
Lovin' it up when I'm goin' down
Love in an
elevator
goin' down
Love in an elevator
Lovin' it up when I'm goin' down
Love in an elevator
Lovin' it up when I hit the ground
Gonna be a penthouse pauper
Gonna be a millionaire
I'm gonna be a real fast talker
and have me a love affair
Gotta get my timin' right
It's a test that I gotta pass
I'll chase you all the way to the stairway honey
Kiss your sassafras
Love in an elevator
Lovin' it up when I'm goin' down
Love in an elevator
Livin' it up 'til I hit the ground
Do you care? Do you care?
Honey one more time now it ain't fair
Love in an elevator
Livin' it up when I'm goin' down
In memory of Nick.
We raised a glass of Guinness to your birthday yesterday.
Some of you know that my life's partner and traveling companion died earlier this week due to complications from lymphoma.
We had many happy travels together and now the universe has shifted. I will always look for you.
"Will we never meet again no more?"
♪ Listen
The Rankin Family- Fare thee well love
So I'll drink today, love
I'll sing to you, love
In pauper's glory, my time I'll bide
No home or ties, love
A restless rover, if I can't have you
By my side
Taking a break for a bit.
Huis Westerbeek te Frederiksoord (Dr) behoorde ooit toe aan het voormalige landgoed Westerbeeksloot en is sedert 1818 in het bezit van de 'Maatschappij van Weldadigheid'.
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Song www.youtube.com/watch?v=6gGZF8z6CIM
This old guitar
seen dusty roads and smokey bars,
back seats of all my old cars,
city lights and southern stars.
This old guitar
it's told the truth it's told some lies.
Sometimes it sings, sometimes it cries.
It's who I am, it's my disguise.
This old guitar
it's just wood and strings and steel.
This old guitar
always knows just how I feel.
This old guitar
it's seen it's share of broken hearts,
it's got cracks and broken parts,
it's a symphony of scars.
This old guitar...
hell, I have even gone and named it,
I have cursed and blessed and blamed it.
Still my fingers have not tamed it.
This old guitar
guess you could say we show our ages
from all the songs and whiskey rages,
crazy stages final pages.
This old guitar
it's just wood and strings and steel.
This old guitar
always knows just how I feel.
This old guitar
it's seen it's share of broken hearts,
it's got cracks and broken parts,
it's a symphony of scars.
This old guitar
has played for kings and played for paupers
It's all the gold that's in my coffers.
Still I can't give it all it offers.
This old guitar
it's just wood and strings and steel.
This old guitar
always knows just how I feel.
This old guitar
it's seen it's share of broken hearts,
it's got cracks and broken parts,
it's a symphony of scars.
Shot at: Urban City
I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra
I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova
I could walk like Brando right into the sun
Then dance just like a Casanova
With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet
Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley in heat
When I strut down the street I could hear its heartbeat
The sisters fell back and said "Don't that man look pretty"
The cripple on the corner cried out "Nickels for your pity"
Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
I was the king of the alley, mama, I could talk some trash
I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggar's bash
I was the pimp's main prophet I kept everything cool
Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
And when the heat came down it was left on the ground
The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street
Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat
I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat
It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy out on the street
And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead
As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat
You get up to get out at your next stop but they push you back down in your seat
Your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet
Then you're outta that hole and back up on the street
And them South Side sisters sure look pretty
The cripple on the corner cries out "Nickels for your pity"
And them downtown boys sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
Réalisé le 29 novembre à Quebrada Seca Hornopampa, Amazonas, Pérou.
Cliquez sur la photo pour l'agrandir / click on the photograph to enlarge it.
Taken on November, 29th / 2014 at Quebrada Seca Hornopampa, Amazonas, Peru.
with their advice the country would be filled with paupers :-)
"Edlets," The Spatula: An Illustrated Magazine for Pharmacists, 1919
HMM! HPPT! Integrity Matters!
cercis, chinese redbud, 'Kay's Early Hope', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
You are the dream that sets me free,
You give me wings to soar above the mundane and mediocre.
You allow me a moment in time where we can forget all reality.
You allow me to play both the Empress and the Pauper. Meek, fearsome and everything in between.
Thank you for being the dream.
I was the king of the alley I could talk some trash
I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggar's bash
I was the pimp's main prophet I kept everything cool
A backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
And when the heat came down it was left on the ground
The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street
Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat
I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat
It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy
It's hard to be a saint in the city
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BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN
Yves Hélory de Kermartin né au milieu du Xllle siècle à Minihy-Tréguier,vécut une vie de prédicateur mais aussi de bienfaiteur des pauvres et fut leur ardent défenseur devant la justice.Le fait devait être suffisamment exceptionnel pour qu’on lui en sache encore gré des siècles plus tard.ainsi,il est représenté,à la vallée Des Saints,tenant une bourse à la main,symbole de sa générosité."Beati pauperes spiritu " signale le parchemin déroulé : heureux les simples d’esprit,ceux qui ont l’esprit de pauvreté,qui ne s’attachent pas aux biens matériels.
Il est le patron des hommes de loi et spécialement des avocats.et de la Bretagne !
Autrefois,pour un préjudice demeuré sans réparation,on pouvait "vouer à Saint Yves de justice" le présumé coupable.S’il était coupable,il mourait mystérieusement,sinon la sentence s’exécutait contre le plaignant.
The well dressed gentleman in red whom he glues his eyes to will soon to be lost in the horizon ... The young man probably doesn't know that the boss of Iphone Huawei came from his neighouring village, once as poor as him, even though the latter still leads a very simple and frugal life, more so than the boss of Ikea from Sweden, but way harder : with literally a mattress rolled under his desk which he could take a nap on 3 or 4 hours a day in the middle of the night if need be. And now his firm is facing what Alstom had faced a few years back with his greatest assistant i.e. his daughter being held a hostage in Canada. Whereas the horse has everything it needs abundantly literally non stopped...
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CHINESE ANTIQUES in the British Museum
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_lzyyAmVVsQ
Modigliani
www.art.com/gallery/id--a29/amedeo-modigliani-posters.htm
Tatiana Nikolayeva plays Schubert Sonata D.960
I've been a puppet, a pauper
A pirate, a poet
A pawn and a king
I've been up and down
And over and out
And I know one thing
Each time I find myself
Flat on my face
I pick myself up
And get back in the race.....
Workin' like a dog fo de boss man
Workin' for de company
I'm bettin' on the dice I'm tossin'
I'm gonna have a fantasy
But where am I gonna look?
They tell me that love is blind
I really need a girl like an open book
to read between the lines
Love in an elevator
Livin' it up when I'm goin' down
Love in an elevator
Lovin' it up 'til I hit the ground
Jacki's in the elevator
Lingerie second floor
She said 'can I see you later
And love you just a little more?'
I kinda hope we get stuck
nobody gets out alive
She said I'll show ya how to fax in the mailroom honey
and have you home by five
Love in an elevator
Livin' it up when I'm goin' down
Love in an elevator
Lovin' it up 'til I hit the ground
In the air, in the air, honey one more time not it ain't fair
Love in an elevator
Lovin' it up when I'm goin' down
Love in an
elevator
goin' down
Love in an elevator
Lovin' it up when I'm goin' down
Love in an elevator
Lovin' it up when I hit the ground
Gonna be a penthouse pauper
Gonna be a millionaire
I'm gonna be a real fast talker
and have me a love affair
Gotta get my timin' right
It's a test that I gotta pass
I'll chase you all the way to teh stairway honey
Kiss your sassafras
Love in an elevator
Lovin' it up when I'm goin' down
Love in an elevator
Livin' it up 'til I hit the ground
Do you care? Do you care?
Honey one more time now it ain't fair.
Love in an elevator
Livin' it up when I'm goin' down
The answer to John D. Delaney !
Image of the poverty of people living, in your reality
it is a picture of the pauper, ragamuffin,
It is usually dirty and stoned.
In Poland this poverty looks a little bit differently.
There is high unemployment, someone loses a job, have kids and bills to pay,
is an alternative, roll up even more,
or ask for help, begging on the street.
These are the people neat and clean.
As you can see, Your deduction is incorrect
"Prince or pauper, beggar man or thing
Play the game with every blow you bring
Dandelion don't tell no lies
Dandelion will make you wise
Tell me if she laughs or cries
Blow away dandelion..."
Rolling Stones
Eigenaar van het Sterrebos is de Maatschappij van Weldadigheid, in 1818 opgericht door Generaal Johannes van den Bosch. Hij trok zich de bittere armoede van de na-Napoleontische tijd aan en gaf velen in ZW-Drenthe een nieuw bestaan en perspectief.
De Maatschappij bouwde kleine huisjes voor deze mensen en gaf stukjes land uit, zodat men een boerenbestaan(tje) kon gaan opbouwen.
In Museum De Koloniehof is veel uit deze tijd bewaard gebleven.
This well-named little bird is found in the Andean foothills and adjacent lowlands from Venezuela to northern Argentina. Males and females are both equally drab, entirely medium brown with no distinctive markings. Very similar to females of several other seedeater and grassquit species, but note Dull-colored Grassquit’s bicolored bill. Uncommon and sometimes tricky to find as it forages inconspicuously in shrubbery at the forest edge or in gardens and second growth. Usually in pairs or small flocks. Listen for buzzy sputtering song that seems rushed.
Some research suggests that this plain little bird is the ancestor of the Darwin finches found on the Galapagos Islands.
Sozaranga, Ecuador. February 2010.
Former Railway Tunnel at Coppet Beach, Saundersfoot, Pembrokeshire
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"The Pembrokeshire Coalfield in West Wales is one of the smallest British coalfields, but continuously worked from the 14th to 20th centuries. The main coalfield extends across south Pembrokeshire from Saundersfoot on Carmarthen Bay westwards to Broad Haven on St Brides Bay. A small detached portion of the field is centred on Newgale on St Brides Bay.[
The coalfield is the westernmost extension of the South Wales Coalfield though Carmarthen Bay geographically separates the two areas."
- en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pembrokeshire_Coalfield
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Mae'r twneli hyn yn hen dwneil rheilffordd, a gaeodd yn derfynol yn 1939.
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These are actually the tunnels of an old railway along the coast:
"An Act of Parliament in 1829 authorised the Saundersfoot Railway & Harbour Company to build a harbour and railways connecting to collieries, brickworks and ironworks. One railway served collieries west of Saundersfoot. The northern route, built in 1832-1834, passed through the tunnels near Coppet Hall and meandered along the coastline to Wiseman’s Bridge. The Wales Coast Path follows this part of the railway route, which explains why it is unusually level here!
From Wiseman’s Bridge, the railway went inland to Stepaside ironworks and local collieries. An iron foundry and brickworks stood near the tramway at Woodside, near Wiseman’s Bridge.
The railway reached Saundersfoot harbour via Railway Street, where the track was embedded in the road.
The railway company thrived for a few decades. In 1843 and 1844 it gave local paupers a Christmas gift, in the form of “half of a fat beast”. Its tracks were upgraded in the 1870s for steam locomotives to haul the wagons, instead of horses.
The company had chosen an unusual gauge (the distance between the rails), slightly narrower than Britain’s standard gauge. This meant its railways were never connected to the rail network. The railways’ usefulness declined after local coal and iron production began to reduce in the 1870s. The tracks were closed in 1939."
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Profon nhw fath newydd o fraw ar Gasa. Nid bomiau yn unig. Dadleniad. Gadawon nhw iti wylio mewn amser real. Fel y byddai dy nerfau'n diffygio. Fel y byddai dy dosturi'n troi'n faen. Nid lladd pobl yn unig roedden nhw. Roedden nhw'n hyfforddi byd i fyw'n gysurus wrth ochr hil-laddiad. - Sony Thăng
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They tested a new kind of terror on Gaza. Not just bombs. Exposure. They let you watch in real time. So that your nerves would burn out. So that your compassion would turn into static. They were not just killing a people.They were training the world to live comfortably beside genocide. - Sony Thăng
County Road 856
Bollinger County Missouri
Photo taken on October 3, 2020
So much has been said about the fork in the road. Yogi Berra said take it. The one on the left looks like it goes to the barn and thats it. It’s your choice if you want stability. But at the same time it's limited on opportunity. Going to the left ensures a life of hard work and little rewards. A good life nonetheless with the joys of family, satisfaction you get from hard work. Going right leads to the unknown, with more possibilities but more risk. You could end up president of company, or a pauper on the streets. Your future is in your hands and depends on how well you adapt to the changing conditions that meet you along the way.
This flower reminds me of those fairy tales where the powerful witch dresses up as a pauper and asks a noble for help. When the noble scoffs at her, the witch puts a curse on them as punishment for their arrogance and lack of compassion.
This is the smallest of flowers, about an inch in diameter, that grows like a weed by the side of my driveway. It's only when I take out my macro lens that I see its magnificent beauty. Is it the witch, dressed as a weed, wondering who will notice something so small and insignificant? Or is it the noble, cursed to be the tiny flower of a weed, waiting for someone to set them free?
My macro lens takes me into the land of fairy tales :)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h3Yrhv33Zb8
Love In An Elevator"
By: Aerosmith
[Catherine Epps:]
2nd floor. Hardware, children's wear, lady's lingerie
Oh, good morning Mr. Tyler. Going down?
[Steven Tyler:]
Hehehehehe, ooh
Yeah!
Workin' like a dog for the boss man (Whoa)
Workin' for the company (Whoa, yeah)
Bettin' on the dice I'm tossin' (Whoa)
I'm gonna have a fantasy (Whoa, yeah)
But where am I gonna look?
They tell me that love is blind
I really need a girl like an open book
To read between the lines
Love in an elevator
Livin' it up when I'm goin' down
Love in an elevator
Lovin' it up 'til I hit the ground
Jackie's in the elevator (Whoa)
Lingerie second floor (Whoa, yeah)
She said, "Can I see you later" (Whoa)
"And love you just a little more?" (Whoa, yeah)
I kinda hope we get stuck
Nobody gets out alive
She said, "I'll show you how to fax in the mail room, honey
And have you home by five"
Love in an elevator
Livin' it up when I'm goin' down
Love in an elevator
Lovin' it up 'til I hit the ground
In the air, in the air
Honey, one more time now, it ain't fair
Love in an elevator
Lovin' it up when I'm goin' down
Love in an
Elevator
Going down
(Haha-haha-haha-haha)
Love in an elevator
Lovin' it up when I'm goin' down
Love in an elevator
Livin' it up when I hit the ground
Gonna be a penthouse pauper (Whoa)
Gonna be a millionaire (Whoa, yeah)
I'm gonna be a real fast talker (Whoa)
And have me a love affair (Whoa, yeah)
Gotta get my timing right (Whoa)
It's a test that I gotta pass (Whoa, yeah)
I'll chase you all the way to the stairway, honey (Whoa)
Kiss your sassafras
Love in an elevator
Lovin' it up when I'm goin' down
Love in an elevator
Livin' it up 'til we hit the ground
Will you care? Will you care?
Honey, one more time now, it ain't fair
Love in an elevator
Livin' it up when I'm goin' down
Will you care? Will you care?
Honey, one more time now, it ain't fair
Love in an elevator
Livin' it up when I'm goin' down
In the air, in the air
Honey, one more, one more, one more, one more
Love in an elevator
Livin' it up when I'm goin' down
In the air, in the air
Honey, one more, one more, one more, yeah!
Love in an elevator
Livin' it up when I'm goin' down
In the air, in the air
Honey, one more, one more, one more, yeah!
Love in an elevator
Love in an elevator
Livin' it up when I'm goin' down
In the air, in the air
In the air, in the air
Love in an elevator
Livin' it up when I'm goin' down
Ambtenarenhuisjes van de 'Stichting Maatschappij van Weldadigheid' in Frederiksoord.
Geestelijk vader van de 'Maatschappij' is Generaal Johannes van de Bosch, die ná het vertrek van Napoleon zijn plannen voorlegde aan Koning Willem I . Van den Bosch kreeg het groene licht om, middels de Maatschappij, hier in Drenthe de paupers uit de steden in het westen (met name Amsterdam) van werk, onderdak en onderwijs te voorzien. Hen dus weer een toekomst te geven !! Vele eenvoudige vervenershuisjes werden voor de nieuwelingen gebouwd, die vervolgens veelal in de veenontginningen te werk gesteld werden. Bij het huisje had men voldoende land voor het houden van een koe, wat schapen, kleinvee en een moestuin.
Ambtenaren van de Maatschappij kregen de beschikking over een geheel uit steen opgetrokken woning, echter zónder grond voor het houden van dieren.
Beleef het verleden van de koloniën van Weldadigheid bij museum 'De Koloniehof' in Frederiksoord. Zeer de moeite waard !
Tegenwoordig zijn álle huisjes van steen en van alle moderne gemakken voorzien ! Het is een geliefde woonomgeving geworden !
♫ David Lee Roth - That's Life ♫
Been a puppet, pirate, a poet, a pauper, a pawn and a king
Been up and down and over and out and I know one thing
Each time that I find myself flat on my face
I pick myself up and get back in the race
That's life (that's life)
And I can't deny it
Many times I thought of quitting, babe
But my heart wouldn't buy it
If I didn't think it was worth one try
I'd jump right on a big bird and I'd fly
Been a puppet, poet, pirate, pauper, now I'm a king
Been up, down, I know one thing
Each time that I find myself flat on my face
I pick myself up and get back in the race
That's life (that's life)
And I can't deny it
Many times I thought of quitting, babe
But my heart wouldn't buy it
If I didn't think it was worth one try
I'd just roll myself up in a big ball and fly
Zop-pop-dup-shoo-be-doo-be-doo
Panis angelicus
fit panis hominum;
Dat panis cœlicus
figuris terminum:
O res mirabilis!
Manducat Dominum
pauper, servus et humilis.
Te trina Deitas
unaque poscimus:
Sic nos tu visita,
sicut te colimus;
Per tuas semitas
duc nos quo tendimus,
Ad lucem quam inhabitas.
Amen.
🎼🎶▶️ ::: Sleeping Jesus - Still ‘Round :::
Sweetheart, where'd you put the money?
They're at us again
Suntanned, your mama's been calling, where the hell have you been?
God damned been living like a pauper, just trying to forget.
Daddy says stay away from coppers, cause they ain't your friends
But every now and then I just wanna pretend that you're still 'round
Every now and then that you're still around
My Friend, I'll meet you in the middle when the bottom falls out
All day working for a nickel, baby take the boot out your mouth
I tried to stay away from lovin', but I was too dumb
God damn you were really something
Every now and then I just wanna pretend that you're still 'round
I wanna pretend, that you're still in town
I wanna pretend, that you're still around
I wanna pretend....
Every now and then that you're still around."
♫ David Lee Roth - That's Life ♫
That's life (that's life)
That's what all the people say
You're riding high on Monday
Shot down in May
But-a, I ain't never gonna change my tune
When I'm back on top in the month of June
I said, that's life (that's life)
Ain't as funny as it may seem
Some people get their kicks
Stompin' on a dream
But-a, I don't never let it get me down
'cause that big ol' world keeps spinnin' 'round.
Been a puppet, pirate, a poet, a pauper, a pawn and a king
Been up and down and over and out and I know one thing
Each time that I find myself flat on my face
I pick myself up and get back in the race
That's life (that's life)
And I can't deny it
Many times I thought of quitting, babe
But my heart wouldn't buy it
If I didn't think it was worth one try
I'd jump right on a big bird and I'd fly
Haw Tabor once owned the Matchless Mine in Leadville, Colo. It was one of the most productive silver mines in the US. With his great wealth, Tabor built this opera house for the city. He went on to become US Senator for Colo.
Along the way, he divorced his sensible wife, Agusta, for a girl called Baby Doe for her beauty.
Silver eventually went through a bust time and the Tabors became paupers. A new Colo Senator took pity and had Tabor named Postmaster of Denver.
After his death, Baby Doe went to live at the Matchless Mine. She was discovered dead on the floor in the form of the cross, arms outstretched. Haw had always told her "Don't sell the Matchless", believing silver would come back and save her from her extreme penury. It's believed there are millions more of ounces in that mine but time and flooding have made it too difficult and expensive for now.
Often inconspicuous heron, roosts in trees by day. Feeds nocturnally, specializing on crabs. Adults have bold black-and-white head pattern and gray body. Brown immatures similar to Black-crowned Night-Heron. Yellow-crowned has longer legs and neck; thicker bill. Legs project beyond the tail in flight. Juvenile Yellow-crowned has smaller white spots on wing coverts than Black-crowned. (eBird)
Isabela, Galapagos Islands, Ecuador. July 2019.
Peter Frieire Salgado and Nemo Galapagos Cruises.
Het beekdal van De Slokkert ligt in noordwest Drenthe,om wat preciezer te zijn,het ligt tussen Norg en Veenhuizen. De omgeving van Norg is een voorbeeld van een esdorpenlandschap.
Het beekdal is erg vlak, de wandelaar heeft in het noordelijk deel prachtige uitzichten op een landschap dat vrijwel nergens horizonvervuiling kent.
Erg mooi zijn de oude houtwallen die haaks staan op de (oude) loop van de beek. Houtwallen werden vroeger aangelegd als veekering of begrenzing van eigendom.
Bij het opwerpen van de wal ontstonden aan weerszijden kleine slootjes die het water afvoerden naar de beek. Zo ontstond vroeger een coulisselandschap, dat hier erg mooi te zien is. In de natte graslandjes ertussen grazen indrukwekkende Galloways. Deze koeien worden vooral in het middenstuk van het beekdal (Tempelstukken) ingezet bij het beheer. Dit winterharde Schotse ras kan erg goed tegen natte omstandigheden. Bepaalde planten laten ze met rust. Het landschap zal door de aanwezigheid gaan veranderen. Door de begrazing ontstaan plaatselijk grote verschillen in vegetatie. Vogels als paapje,watersnip en geelgors profiteren ervan.
bron; hetreestdal.nl/?p=241
Flal, Pauper wandeltocht.
Got food here with some friends during my visit to Toronto a few years ago. This was in the before times, when going places without worries was a thing.
Treno ad Alta Velocità....una eccellenza dell'ingegneria italiana....un orgoglio del mio Paese...alla faccia di tutti i pauperisti, luddisti e Savonarola d'accatto che purtroppo infestano l'Italia....(PS....aggiungo che ho viaggiato in Business Class)
" That's life (that's life) that's what people say
You're riding high in April
Shot down in May
But I know I'm gonna change that tune
When I'm back on top, back on top in June
I said, that's life (that's life) and as funny as it may seem
Some people get their kicks
Stompin' on a dream
But I don't let it, let it get me down
'Cause this fine old world it keeps spinnin' around
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate
A poet, a pawn and a king
I've been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing
Each time I find myself flat on my face
I pick myself up and get back in the race
That's life (that's life) I tell ya, I can't deny it
I thought of quitting, baby
But my heart just ain't gonna buy it
And if I didn't think it was worth one single try
I'd jump…".
It's easy to overlook the delights and treasures of your home city. Liverpool is blessed with The Walker Art Gallery and its fine collection of paintings. This is a photo of part of one!
The Stonebreaker” by John Brett is in the permanent collection.
Some basic facts:
Artist: John Brett (1831–1902), associated with the Pre-Raphaelite circle.
Date: Painted 1857–1858.
Medium: Oil on canvas.
Size: About 51 × 68.5 cm.
Location: Usually displayed in the 19th‑century British/Pre-Raphaelite room (noted as Room 06).
Provenance: Bequeathed to the Walker by Sarah Ann(e) Barrow in 1918.
What the painting shows
The work depicts a young boy breaking flint stones by the roadside in bright sunlight, doing the low‑status, unskilled work of preparing stones for road mending, a task often given to paupers.
He wears a white shirt and red scarf; a small white dog plays nearby, and his knapsack lies beside him, all set against an expansive landscape at Box Hill near Dorking, Surrey. ( Mentioned in Richard Thompson's classic song Vincent Black Lightning)
The landscape is rendered with meticulous “truth to nature”: identifiable plants, carefully described rock formations, and a clear sense of light and distance that reflect Brett’s interest in geology and his admiration for John Ruskin’s call for exact observation.
Details such as the withered tree with a single leafy branch and a bullfinch in the branches have been read symbolically, suggesting the endurance or spirit of the boy despite his menial labour.
Style and Pre-Raphaelite context
The painting is often cited as a textbook example of Pre-Raphaelite “truth to nature”: every plant and stone is painted with almost scientific accuracy, and the overall finish is extremely fine.
Contemporary critic John Ruskin praised it highly when it was exhibited at the Royal Academy in 1858, calling it “the most perfect piece of painting with respect to touch” that year and noting its unprecedented precision in elements like thistledown, chalk hills, trees and distant cloud.
Although the scene is bathed in bright light and includes a playful dog and a youthful worker, commentators note a slightly melancholy undertone: a blighted tree and roadside milestone hint at a life of rural hardship and limited prospects.
Writers often compare it with Henry Wallis’s darker, more overtly tragic painting “The Stonebreaker” (1857), in which the labourer appears to have worked himself to death; Brett’s version is less obviously tragic but still engages with themes of poverty and labour.
Exhibition history and significance
Brett’s Stonebreaker was first exhibited at the Liverpool Academy in 1856 (before its Royal Academy showing in London in 1858), which ties it closely to the city’s own art scene and helps explain its later home in the Walker.
When shown in London it was admired for both its technical delicacy and its Pre-Raphaelite exactitude, and it has since become one of Brett’s best-known works.
Today it’s frequently reproduced in discussions of Pre-Raphaelite landscape, used to illustrate how close observation, social subject matter (rural labour, poverty), and symbolic natural details could all coexist in a single, relatively small canvas.
This clock tower in a Yorkshire asylum has what I think the best natural lighting of anywhere yet. The whirring of the working clock mechanics made for a real nice ambiance too.
DOORKINS: THE REAL STORY
It was on one cold December morning in 2008 that a feral cat was found sitting on the doorstep of Southwark Cathedral, waiting for one of the Vergers to let her into the warm. At first she was an occasional visitor, alternating between the comfort of the cathedral and the leftover scraps from Borough Market. It didn't take long, however, for her to make the cathedral her permanent residence and she could be found waiting by the door each and every morning. Her spot by the entrance was what earned her the name "Doorkins".
Travellers, traders, "princes and paupers, prelates and prostitutes, poets, playwrights, prisoners and patients have all found refuge" at the church that has stood on this site since around 606 AD.* This culture of openness and inclusivity to all people (and cats) is at the very heart of Southwark Cathedral and its community.
The stories in this book are all based on true events from Doorkins' life. Visitors often find her napping in one of her many spots around the cathedral. Being a cat with both a well-developed sense of her own importance and little regard for formality, Doorkins has no compunctions about sleeping on the grandest chairs, and it was on one of these that HRH Queen Elizabeth found Doorkins when Her Majesty visited on the occasion of her Diamond Jubilee.
Doorkins has integrated herself into every aspect of cathedral life. While the Vergers are responsible for feeding her, all the other staff and volunteers know that Doorkins will inevitably stick her nose into their business, and so accept her as part of the team. Like any devout member of the cathedral community, Doorkins regularly attends services and congregants are often surprised - and pleased - by the sight of our feline attendant.
Doorkins' story is not unlike many of those at Southwark Cathedral, in that she came through the doors one day and never left. Like many of us, she felt at home here - safe, loved and accepted for who she was (even if we did think "she" was a "he" for her first few years). Like most of us, she's had a few bumps in the road, but despite all her foibles - or perhaps because of them - she has become a cherished member of the cathedral community.
CALLED: 12/18
Omg yay made it! Time to beat these hoes down one by one!
for the first theme, us Veterans had to be paired with a rookie, and I got paired up with Felicia. Our theme that we got chosen was "Princess and the Pauper", and I got the pauper. I really liked working with Gagabratz, shes so easy to work with, and since we were off from school, we decided to work on this to get over it. I'm not gonna lie I did most of the work, Felicia's owner took the photo and I took the rest from there, and Im happy with the final result! I added a vintage effect to make the "princess/pauper" feel make more sense.
I hope this is alright!~ (:
Doulough Valley, Famine Road, Co. Mayo, Ireland
The first Doolough Famine Walk was organised by Afri in 1988. It was organised in the context of the 150th anniversary of the Great Famine.
The famine walk retraces ‘a journey of horror’ which local people made through the Doolough Valley on the night and morning of 30-31 March 1849. The immediate cause of the death march was the arrival of two ‘commissioners’, who were to inspect the people and certify them as paupers, so entitling them to a ration of three pounds of meal each. For some reason the inspection was not made and the hundreds of people were told they must appear at Delphi Lodge (ten miles away) at 7am the following morning. They set out on foot along the mountain road and pathway in cold, wintry conditions, including snowfall. When they arrived at Delphi Lodge, they were refused either food or tickets of admission to the workhouse and so they began their weary return journey. It was on this journey that maybe hundreds of people died.
www.indymedia.ie/article/92329
If you view large you will see a tiny road running around the left side of the lake with a car on it.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9hUy9ePyo6Q
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence.
"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence."