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One of my entries for the Photography competition in Holy Trinity Church.

Used a bare manual flash.... And how do i say that the flash was placed in front of the subject and on the right side, that can sound "storbist"? :P

Prayer, Morning

 

First Thoughts

Let God have your first awaking thoughts; lift up your hearts to Him reverently and thankfully for the rest enjoyed the night before and cast yourself upon Him for the day which follows. Familiarize yourself so consistently to this that your conscience may check you when common thoughts shall first intrude. Think of the mercy of a night’s rest and of how many that have spent that night in hell; how many in prison; how many in cold, hard lodgings; how many suffering from agonizing pains and sickness, weary of their beds and of their lives. Think of how many souls were that night called from their bodies terrifyingly to appear before God and think how quickly days and nights are rolling on! How speedily your last night and day will come! Observe that which is lacking in the preparedness of your soul for such a time and seek it without delay.

Richard Baxter

  

Mark Water, The New Encyclopedia of Christian Quotations (Alresford, Hampshire: John Hunt Publishers Ltd, 2000), 774.

Shot with Samsung NX500 & 30mm f/2 pancake lens

Processed with Snapseed & VSCOCam

Prayers, Payangan, Bali

 

Sam Rohn :: Location Scout :: Panoramic Photography :: New York City

Wet-folded from watercolor paper.

 

I named this model after the song Modlitwa o wschodzie słońca [PL]. Originally written as a poem by Natan Tenenbaum, it was made into a song and performed by the trio consisting of Jacek Kaczmarski, Przemysław Gintrowski and Zbigniew Łapiński.

Clicked at Koksar, Himachal Pradesh

 

( MANALI - LEH Highway )

 

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Blowing Rock, North Carolina, 2020

 

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Ektachrome 100

 

My Dad has been in the hospital going on three weeks now. He called me this afternoon and said that they told him he has prostate cancer and possibly colon cancer. Please, please, please keep him in your prayers. Outside of my hubby, my father is my rock. He means the world to me. He has never ever been sick and has never been in the hospital before now. :( I'm not even sure what to think. Just please remember him. I guess it may be weird to ask for prayers on here, but some of you guys are such good buddies and I just felt the need to share this with you.

 

Oh, and in this photo he's showing me a commissioned painting that he's working on. I'm always fascinated with how his paintings look so real.

 

You can see some more of his work Here and Here and Here.

Our Lady's Burial

 

Before reaching the grotto, the litter was set down. Four of the Apostles bore the coffin in, and placed it in the hollow of the tomb. All went, one by one, into the grotto where they knelt in prayer before the holy body, honoring it and taking leave of it. Then the tomb was shut in by a wicker screen that extended from the front edge of the tomb to the top of the vaulted wall above. Before the entrance of the grotto, they made a trench which they planted so thickly with blooming flowers and bushes covered with berries that one could gain access to it only from the side, and that only by making his way through the under-wood.

 

On the night following the burial, took place the bodily assumption of the Blessed Virgin into heaven. I saw on this night several of the Apostles and holy women in the little garden, praying and singing Psalms before the grotto. I saw a broad pathway of light descend from heaven and rest upon the tomb. In it were circles of glory full of angels, in the midst of whom the resplendent soul of the Blessed Virgin came floating down. Before her went her Divine Son, the marks of His Wounds flashing with light. In the innermost circle, that which surrounded the holy soul of Mary, the angels appeared like the faces of very young children; in the second circle, they were like those of children from six to eight years old; and in the outermost, like the faces of youths, I could clearly distinguish only the face, the rest of the figure consisting of perfectly transparent light. Encircling the head of the Blessed Virgin like a crown, was a choir of blessed spirits. I know not what those present saw of all this. But I saw that some gazed up in amazement and adoration, while others cast themselves prostrate in fright upon the earth. These apparitions, becoming more and more distinct as they approached nearer, floated over the grotto, and another pathway of light issued from it and arose to the heavenly Jerusalem. The blessed soul of Mary, floating before Jesus, penetrated through the rock and into the tomb, out of which she again arose radiant with light in her glorified body and, escorted by the entire multitude of celestial spirits, returned in triumph to the heavenly Jerusalem.

 

Next day when the Apostles were engaged in choir service, Thomas made his appearance with two companions. One was a disciple named Jonathan Eleasar, and the other a servant from the most remote country of the Three Holy Kings. Thomas was greatly grieved when he heard that the Blessed Virgin was al-ready buried. He wept with an abundance of tears quite astonishing to behold, for he could not forgive himself for coming so late. Weeping bitterly he threw himself with Jonathan at his side on the spot upon which the blessed soul of Mary had left her body, and afterward knelt long before the altar. The Apostles, who had not interrupted their choir-chanting on account of his coming, now gathered around him, raised him up, embraced him, and set before him and his companions bread, honey, and some kind of beverage in little jugs. After that they accompanied him with lights to the tomb. Two disciples bent the shrubbery to one side. Thomas, Eleanor, and John went in and prayed before the coffin. Then John loosened the three straps that bound it, for it rose high enough above the troughlike couch to admit of being opened. They stood the lid of the coffin on one side and, to their intense astonishment, beheld only the empty winding-sheets lying like a husk, or-shell, and in perfect order. Only over the face was it drawn apart, and over the breast slightly opened. The swathing-bands of the arms and hands lay separate, as if gently drawn off, but in perfect order. The Apostles gazed in amazement, their hands raised.

    

Our Lady's Tomb

  

John cried out: " She is no Ionger here! " The others came in quickly, wept, prayed, looking upward with raised arms, and finally cast themselves on the ground, remembering the radiant cloud of the preceding night. Then rising they took the winding-sheet just as it was, all the grave linens, and the coffin to keep as relics, and returned to the house by the Holy Way, praying and singing Psalms.

 

When they entered the house, John laid the folded linens on a little flap-table before the altar. Thomas and the others were in prayer, but Peter went a little apart, as if pondering some mystery. After that I saw him celebrating divine service at the altar be-fore Mary's Crucifix, and the Apostles standing in order behind him, praying and singing. The women were standing in the doorways and by the walls of the fireplace.

 

The young servant that had come with Thomas looked quite unlike any of those present. He had small eyes, high cheek-bones, forehead and nose remarkably flat, and his complexion was brownish. He was already baptized. He. was perfectly innocent, and obeyed orders simply. He did all that he was told, remained standing or sitting wherever they told him to do so, turned his eves in any direction indicated to see whatever was pointed out to him, and smiled upon every one. When Thomas wept, he wept also. He always remained with Thomas, and I saw him dragging immense stones when Thomas was building a chapel.

 

I often saw the Apostles and disciples standing together in circles and relating where they had been and giving their experience.

 

Before the Apostles left Mary's house to journey again into distant parts, they rendered the grotto of the tomb wholly inaccessible by raising an embankment of earth before the entrance. At the rear however they made a low passage to the back wall of the tomb proper and an opening in the wall, by which one could look down upon it. This passage was known only to the holy women. Above the grotto they built a chapel of wood and wickerwork, and hung it with mats and tapestry. The little altar consisted of a stone slab, the step too was of stone. Behind the altar hung a strip of stuff on which was sewed or embroidered quite simply in the colors of her festal robes a picture of Mary. The little garden in front of the tomb, and especially the whole of Mary's Way of the Cross, was beautified by them. While engaged in this task of love, they prayed continually and chanted Psalms. The apartment of the house in which Mary had had her oratory and sleeping-alcove, was converted into a little church. Mary's maid continued her abode in the front part of the house, and two of the disciples were left there by Peter for the benefit of the Faithful dwelling in that section of the country.

 

The Apostles with tears and embraces took leave of one another after they had once more celebrated solemn service in Mary's house. An Apostle or disciple often returned at different times to pray there. I saw also that here and there, out of devotion and in reverence for the Blessed Virgin, churches were built by the Faithful in the same style as her house, and that her Way of the Cross and her tomb were for a long time devoutly visited by the Christians. I had a vision of those early times, just after Mary's assumption into heaven: A woman living near Ephesus, who entertained great love for Mary, visited her house. On her return she caused an altar like that she had seen there to be made, and covered it with a very costly cloth of tapestry. The woman was very poor, and had to defray the debt she thereby incurred by the sale of a piece of her property. Finding herself after some time in dire distress, she went, though very sorrowfully, to a married Christian and sold to her the beautiful altar-cloth. But when the feast of Mary's assumption came round, I saw the poor woman very much troubled at no longer having the cloth with which to adorn her little altar. She went very humbly to the house of the purchaser, who meanwhile had given birth to twins, and begged her to lend her for the feast the cloth she had sold her that she might adorn with it the altar of the Blessed Virgin. But the present owner would not hear to lending it, and her husband repulsed the poor woman with the words: " Mary is dead and needs not the cloth; but my wife who bought it needs it. " The poor woman went away sad, and complained to Mary of her want. Next night, I saw the Blessed Virgin appear to the sleeping couple. She looked displeased and told them that, as a punishment of their hard and unchristian sentiments toward the poor, devout woman, their children would die and they themselves become poorer than the one whose request they had spurned. The couple awoke, and looked upon it at first as an empty dream. But on finding the twins dead, they recognized their offence with bitter lamentations. With many tears the husband took the cloth to the poor woman for the feast. Both husband and wife did penance. They received forgiveness from Mary, and the punishment in store for them was averted.

    

Gurung Boudha Gumpa

Upper Dalapchand, Rongli, East Sikkim, India

 

On my way to the Old Silk Route

Images of India

Tibetan prayer flags hanging in the window of a shop called "Crystal Way" in the Castro...

You shatter me

Your grip on me

A hold on me

So dull it kills

You stifle me

Infectious sense

Of hopelessness and

Prayers for rain

I suffocate

I breathe in dirt

And nowhere shines

But desolate

And drab the hours all spent

On killing time again

All waiting for

The rain

The Cure

Fallow deer in the rain at Bradgate Park, Leicestershire.

 

The song 'Prayers For Rain' by The Cure from one of my favourite albums, 'Disintegration'.......

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june 2007 ......- italy -

 

on a train from milano to venice.........

 

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Muslim prayers are preparing for salat (namaz) at front of Yeni Cami (Mosque) in Istanbul / Turkey, Thursday, November 14, 2014.

 

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Prayers hanging outside of Meiji shrine.

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On our way to Bisbee, Crunchy offered to show me some roadside chapels. We don't have these in Portland. At this one there were three tiny chapel cubicles, open to the pullout, at which travelers might offer prayers to the saints.

We live in an area with many Amish people. This doll, within the collection of a woman who asked me to photograph them, represents an Amish girl wearing a prayer bonnet. The doll stands about eighteen inches (45 cm) tall.

Umlauf Gardens Austin TX

At The Wall of Death

 

BREAKING NEWS My 396th picture to be viewed over 1,000 times (June 2015). First uploaded March 2012.

 

This is the slip face of what I believe is one of the largest sand dunes in the Inland Sea area of Qatar. For many, it is known as the Wall of Death. Hundreds of locals risk their lives driving SUVs across the face of it. Apparently, the trick is to maintain a speed of at least 120kph to prevent the car from rolling sideways down the dune. However, as can be seen from a number of Youtube videos, this doesn't help them avoid the odd fatal collision with other drivers coming from another direction.

BBMaui, Kula, Maui, Hawaii. Wooden statuette of Virgin Mary hand crafted by monks at Lourdes, France.

Lens: Canon FD TS 35mm f/2.8

Taken at aperture 2.8

prayer flags n wind chimes / wir lassen beten

Rolleiflex, Ilford Delta 3200

In these hours of darkness let our prayers fly to the sky

Tibetan prayer wheels are devices for spreading spiritual blessings and well being.

On the wheel are prayers, mantras and symbols are inscribed,

Buddhists believe that by spinning the prayer wheel and chanting the mantra invokes the powerful benevolent attention and blessings of Chenrezig, the embodiment of compassion.

"Prayer is putting oneself in the hands of God"__Mother Teresa

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Entered this in contest in the zoo, if you would like to vote for me please do so here: www.dierenparkemmen.nl/bezoekersinformatie/bezoekersfotos If this is teh most popular pic of the week, it will be entering the pic of the month contest. The winner of that will get the photo on canvas. Thanks :)

 

So, every now and then Hubby gets an idea and I know it's a lost battle so I don't fight. Fortunately he usually has great ideas. He traded in our old 100-400 and we got a pretty good deal purchasing the new Canon 100-400 4/5.6 USM mark 2. He was polite enough to take me to the store before he brought it home :)

 

Today, I wanted to test the new baby so we drove out to the zoo. It was nice and quiet, not many people there on a grey winter's day, but in the afternoon the sun came out for a bit.

 

Are we happy with the new baby? YES! Why? Great IS. The quality of the glass feels like a prime even when you zoom all the way. Ok, maybe not as razor sharp as the Sigma 50 mm ART. But zooming does not feel like a compromise with this lens. With the old one, it sometimes did as the middle of the glass gave the clearest part of the image. Because of the improvements in IS it is possible to use a lower shutter speed when practicing hand held shooting. This is great as sometimes it is just too dark and the beasties move too fast for a low shutter speed.

 

So, this SInner's Prayer was answered. Nah, seriously, if you do not know the song Sinner's Prayer by Beth Hart, do listen to it. I find it quite a good song.

 

This otter was holding a clam it found. My husband made the otters stand up like meerkats by holding up little twigs and throwing them in their enclosure. It worked. They reacted the same way our cat Karel does.

 

Sorry for the wall of text :) Have a great Caturday, we got enthusiastic.

mitakon 50mm 0.95 sony a7r

Jerusalem: prayer on the crying wall / preghiera sul muro del pianto di un ebreo ortodosso-

Il Muro Occidentale (ebraico: הכותל המערבי HaKotel HaMa'aravi), o semplicemente Kotel, è un muro di cinta risalente all'epoca del primo Tempio di Gerusalemme. È anche indicato come il Muro del Pianto o come il Muro al-Buraq. Il Tempio era l'edificio più sacro all'Ebraismo. Erode il Grande costruì imponenti mura di contenimento intorno al Monte Moriah, allargando la piccola piana spianata sulla quale furono eretti il Primo e Secondo Tempio posto in cima alla odierna Montagna del Tempio.

Il Primo Tempio, o Tempio di Salomone, venne costruito nel X secolo a.C. e venne distrutto dai babilonesi nel 586 a.C.. Il Secondo Tempio venne distrutto dall'Impero Romano nel 70 DC, come risultato della prima guerra giudaico-romana. Ogni tempio resse per un periodo di circa 400 anni.

Secondo la leggenda, quando le legioni di Tito distrussero il Tempio, il muro di cinta occidentale del cortile esterno rimase in piedi, parzialmente visibile e protetto dalle macerie per la maggior parte della propria estensione verticale. La leggenda vuole che Tito lo abbia lasciato come triste ricordo per gli ebrei da parte di Roma che aveva sconfitto la Giudea. Gli ebrei, comunque, attribuirono la cosa ad una promessa fatta da Dio, che avrebbe lasciato in piedi alcune parti del sacro tempio, come segno del suo immutato legame con il popolo ebraico, nonostante la catastrofe che lo aveva colpito.

 

Gli Ebrei pregano là da duemila anni, ritenendo che quel punto sia il più sacro disponibile sulla faccia della Terra (essendo molto vicino al sito del luogo sacro tra i sacri) e che Dio sia lì vicino a sentire le loro preghiere. Anche la tradizione di infilare piccoli fogli di carta recanti preghiere nelle fessure del muro è antica di centinaia di anni. Nelle preghiere ripetute per tre volte ogni giorno sono incluse le ferventi richieste a Dio per il ritorno di tutti gli ebrei esiliati nella terra di Israele e la ricostruzione del Tempio (il terzo) per arrivare all'era messianica con l'arrivo del messia (in ebraico Mashiach) degli ebrei.

Il sito è importante anche per i musulmani che ritengono Salomone un loro profeta. I musulmani credono che Maometto abbia fatto un viaggio spirituale a Gerusalemme cavalcando un cavallo alato, al-Buraq, nel 620 d.C. Una volta arrivato, Maometto avrebbe legato il cavallo vicino ad un muro che alcuni musulmani ritengono essere proprio il muro occidentale. Difatti il nome arabo del sito è muro di al-Buraq. Alcuni vedono questa come una ragione della riverenza dei musulmani nei confronti del muro, mentre altri la considerano un'azione di propaganda contro le rivendicazioni ebraiche sul muro. A causa della sacralità del luogo all'interno dell'Islam nel 687 vennero costruite la Cupola della Roccia, e la moschea al-Aqsa sul monte del Tempio che sono circondate dal muro. (da Wikipedia)

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Deserted souls,

flying up to heaven

with heavy burdens of prayers.

Souls lost in the middle

alone in the blue.

 

The month of Ramadan has come. I wish a happy Ramadan for all the muslim friends.

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