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A half-open bud of Rosa ‘Prosperity’ against the winter's blue sky. The petals present a crapy texture and a soft pink touch in this season. This bud will not fully open until it fades away.
Rosa ‘Prosperity’ (hybrid musk) bred by the Reverend Joseph Hardwick Pemberton (1919).
No Chinese New Year is complete without a raw fish salad toss (lohei)shouts of abundance of health, fortune and prosperity
Wishing my friends Happy Chap Goh Meh元宵节快乐 (the15th and last lday of the new year and it's also a Chinese Valentine's Day)
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Confucius
HBW!!
cosmos, sarah p duke gardens, duke university, durham, north carolina
The rest of the ship entering San Francisco Bay under the Golden Gate Bridge. And one of the Matson Line ships on its way out.
Eternal One: I am in control—calm and serene.
I am watching quietly from where I dwell
Just as surely as the heat shimmers in the blazing sun
and the dewy mists cool the warmth of a harvest day.
For even before the harvest begins, when the buds blossom
and the flowers make way for the ripening grapes,
God will cut back their shoots with pruning shears,
lop off and clear away the spreading branches. ~ Isaiah 18: 4-5
“It’s because I want you to remember that character counts. You can be the best there ever was at something, but if you have no character, what do you have? On the other hand, if you have very little as far as accomplishments but you have character, well, then you’re all right in my book.”
― Chris Fabry, Dogwood
Dogwood blossoms on a Vriginia Spring day.
Forster's Tern
Sterna forsteri
Member of Nature’s Spirit
Good Stewards of Nature
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This Tern chases all of the other Terns away from the tidal gate area at Bolsa Chica. He wants is all and he's quite successful!
Forster's Tern
Sterna forsteri
Member of Nature’s Spirit
Good Stewards of Nature
© 2019 Patricia Ware - All Rights Reserved
Minor crop - best enlarged - it's easier to see the two fish he caught in his beak
This one of the techniques from the photoclass ...might look sloppy, but it's not easy to get right ;o) There is no photoshop features involved ..it's all made by the camera on normal settings and shaken not stirred ... lol
For MACRO MONDAYS, this week’s theme: "Currency".
The Coin (1 inch in Diameter) in the front with Chinese Character 乾隆通寶 was a kind of cash coins produced under the reign of the Qianlong Emperor of the Qing dynasty (1735 to 1796).
The gold ingot behind the coin called Yuanbao 元寶, was also a currency used in the first dynasty of Imperial China from 221 to 206 BC.
At the present days, they remain a symbol of wealth and prosperity and are commonly depicted during the Chinese New Year festivities.
As today is Chines New Year's Eve, I wish my Flickr friends a healthy and prosperous year!
HMM!
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"A man is not rightly conditioned until he is a happy, healthy, and prosperous being; and happiness, health, and prosperity are the result of a harmonious adjustment of the inner with the outer of the man with his surroundings."
- James Allen
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"Prosperity", a traditional Yorkshire fishing coble, hauled up on the beach at North Landing, Flamborough Head, Yorkshire.
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The color version of the photo above is here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ticino-best-photos-of-southern-...
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
So far there's only been one photo in my gallery that hasn't been taken in my garden ('The Flame Rider', captured in the Maggia Valley: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/53563448847/in/datepo... ) - which makes the image above the second time I've "strayed from the path" (although not very far, since the photo was taken only approximately 500 meters from my house).
Overall, I'll stick to my "only-garden rule", but every once in a while I'll show you a little bit of the landscape around my village, because I think it will give you a better sense of just how fascinating this region is, and also of its history.
The title I chose for the photo may seem cheesy, and it's certainly not very original, but I couldn't think of another one, because it's an honest reflection of what I felt when I took it: a profound sense of peace - although if you make it to the end of this text you'll realize my relationship with that word is a bit more complicated.
I got up early that day; it was a beautiful spring morning, and there was still a bit of mist in the valley below my village which I hoped would make for a few nice mood shots, so I quickly grabbed my camera and went down there before the rising sun could dissolve the magical layer on the scenery.
Most human activity hadn't started yet, and I was engulfed in the sounds of the forest as I was walking the narrow trail along the horse pasture; it seemed every little creature around me wanted to make its presence known to potential mates (or rivals) in a myriad of sounds and voices and noises (in case you're interested, here's a taste of what I usually wake up to in spring, but you best use headphones: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfoCTqdAVCE )
Strolling through such an idyllic landscape next to grazing horses and surrounded by birdsong and beautiful trees, I guess it's kind of obvious one would feel the way I described above and choose the title I did, but as I looked at the old stone buildings - the cattle shelter you can see in the foreground and the stable further up ahead on the right - I also realized how fortunate I was.
It's hard to imagine now, because Switzerland is one of the wealthiest countries in the world today, but the men and women who had carried these stones and constructed the walls of these buildings were among the poorest in Europe. The hardships the people in some of the remote and little developed valleys in Ticino endured only a few generations ago are unimaginable to most folks living in my country today.
It wasn't uncommon that people had to sell their own kids as child slaves - the girls had to work in factories or in rice fields, the boys as "living chimney brushes" in northern Italy - just because there wasn't enough food to support the whole family through the harsh Ticino winters.
If you wonder why contemporary Swiss historians speak of "slaves" as opposed to child laborers, it's because that's what many of them actually were: auctioned off for a negotiable prize at the local market, once sold, these kids were not payed and in many cases not even fed by their masters (they had to beg for food in the streets or steal it).
Translated from German Wikipedia: ...The Piazza grande in Locarno, where the Locarno Film Festival is held today, was one of the places where orphans, foundlings and children from poor families were auctioned off. The boys were sold as chimney sweeps, the girls ended up in the textile industry, in tobacco processing in Brissago or in the rice fields of Novara, which was also extremely hard work: the girls had to stand bent over in the water for twelve to fourteen hours in all weathers. The last verse of the Italian folk song 'Amore mio non piangere' reads: “Mamma, papà, non piangere, se sono consumata, è stata la risaia che mi ha rovinata” (Mom, dad, don't cry when I'm used up, it was the rice field that destroyed me.)... de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaminfegerkinder
The conditions for the chimney sweeps - usually boys between the age of 8 and 12 (or younger, because they had to be small enough to be able to crawl into the chimneys) - were so catastrophic that many of them didn't survive; they died of starvation, cold or soot in their lungs - as well as of work-related accidents like breaking their necks when they fell, or suffocatig if they got stuck in inside a chimney. This practice of "child slavery" went on as late as the 1950s (there's a very short article in English on the topic here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spazzacamini and a more in depth account for German speakers in this brief clip: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gda8vZp_zsc ).
Now I don't know if the people who built the old stone houses along my path had to sell any of their kids, but looking at the remnants of their (not so distant) era I felt an immense sense of gratitude that I was born at a time of prosperity - and peace - in my region, my country and my home. Because none of it was my doing: it was simple luck that decided when and where I came into this world.
It also made me think of my own family. Both of my grandparents on my father's side grew up in Ticino (they were both born in 1900), but while they eventually left Switzerland's poorest region to live in its richest, the Kanton of Zurich, my grandfather's parents relocated to northern Italy in the 1920s and unfortunately were still there when WWII broke out.
They lost everything during the war, and it was their youngest daughter - whom I only knew as "Zia" which means "aunt" in Italian - who earned a little money to support herself and my great-grandparents by giving piano lessons to high-ranking Nazi officers and their kids (this was towards the end of the war when German forces had occupied Italy).
I never knew that about her; Zia only very rarely spoke of the war, but one time when I visited her when she was already over a 100 years old (she died at close to 104), I asked her how they had managed to survive, and she told me that she went to the local prefecture nearly every day to teach piano. "And on the way there would be the dangling ones" she said, with a shudder.
I didn't get what she meant, so she explained. Visiting the city center where the high ranking military resided meant she had to walk underneath the executed men and women who were hanging from the lantern posts along the road (these executions - often of civilians - were the Germans' retaliations for attacks by the Italian partisans).
I never forgot her words - nor could I shake the look on her face as she re-lived this memory. And I still can't grasp it; my house in Ticino is only 60 meters from the Italian border, and the idea that there was a brutal war going on three houses down the road from where I live now in Zia's lifetime strikes me as completely surreal.
So, back to my title for the photo above. "Peace". It's such a simple, short word, isn't it? And we use it - or its cousin "peaceful" - quite often when we mean nice and quiet or stress-free. But if I'm honest I don't think I know what it means. My grandaunt Zia did, but I can't know. And I honestly hope I never will.
I'm sorry I led you down such a dark road; I usually intend to make people smile with the anecdotes that go with my photos, but this one demanded a different approach (I guess with this latest image I've strayed from the path in more than one sense, and I hope you'll forgive me).
Ticino today is the region with the second highest average life expectancy in Europe (85.2 years), and "The Human Development Index" of 0.961 in 2021 was one of the highest found anywhere in the world, and northern Italy isn't far behind. But my neighbors, many of whom are now in their 90s, remember well it wasn't always so.
That a region so poor it must have felt like purgatory to many of its inhabitants could turn into something as close to paradise on Earth as I can imagine in a person's lifetime should make us all very hopeful. But, and this is the sad part, it also works the other way 'round. And I believe we'd do well to remember that, too.
To all of you - with my usual tardiness but from the bottom of my heart - a happy, healthy, hopeful 2025 and beyond.
Guang Fu Temple
The temple, which is a mix of modern and Art Deco architecture styles, is believed to be over 100 years old.
It started out as a small wooden temple with Tua Pek Kong as its resident deity.
Over the years, the temple was renovated and extended but some of its original furnishings such as the ornately carved wooden altar and the statues of the deities were maintained.
Today, other than the Tua Pek Kong, devotees can also offer prayers to other deities such as the Goddess of Mercy and Buddha in the temple.
Tua Pek Kong (God of Prosperity)
Source: www.malaymail.com/news/malaysia/2017/10/02/butterworths-v...
Butterworth, Penang 🇲🇾
September 2023
Memory of a good companion lost last week, never did like his pic being taken, gone but not forgotten
Her worship leads to abundance, auspiciousness and prosperity. As the Mother, She preserves, nurtures and protects. Her luminosity slays the lower, dark forces, evil and falsehood. As Goddess Durga, She destroyed the asuras Chand and Mund as Chamundi Devi and also slayed the buffalo demon Mahishasur
Animal symbolism on a Korean soapstone carving (lid of an inkwell). Close-up. I was interested to see how an object almost uniformly black would look when photographed. Lighting is everything here as the object can only be seen due to the difference of light-absorbing and -reflecting parts.
Butterfly Chair of Arne Jacobsen ...
black chair in front of black "hole" ...
A black hole (frozen star) is a region of spacetime where gravity is so strong that nothing—no particles or even electromagnetic radiation such as light—can escape from it.
in front you can see the Rust Belt that Mr Trump will bring back to economic prosperity again ...
;-) ...
COVID-19 has changed the normal running of museums' exhibitions. No new ones were opened. Now there are the first 2 new exhibitions in the Düsseldorf K20 and in the Kunstverein. In the latter even a good photo exhibition. Would like to give my friends, who are currently partially unable to go there (not CORONA), to look forward to it. Hope everyone else likes it too.
durch COVID-19 ist der normale Ausstellungsbetrieb der Museen geändert worden. Es wurden keinen neuen eröffnet. Jetzt gibt es die ersten 2 neuen Ausstellungen im Düsseldorfer K20 und im Kunstverein. Im letzteren sogar eine gute Fotoaustellung. Möchte meine Freunde, die zurzeit teilweise keine Möglichkeit haben dort hin zu gehen (Nicht CORONA) hier eine Vorfreude geben. Hoffe allen anderen gefällt es auch.
on this photo are also Rosemarie Trockel's Pasted Graphite and Carl Andre - an American minimalist artist recognized for his ordered linear format and grid format sculptures ...
here - 40 rusty metal plates ...
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“Always attach positive emotions to the things you want, and never attach negative emotions to the things you don’t then you will be prosperous in acquiring your heart’s desire.” – Gi ♥
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Photographer & Model: Giselle Chauveau
it's a very historical chinese temple (1775- now)
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Entering San Francisco Bay. Shooting from the Golden Gate Bridge.
If you look really, really, really close, you can se a couple of the crew just sitting there enjoying the ride in.
It is sometimes said that at the end of a rainbow lies a pot of gold. There can be little doubt that the power station at Wylfa created opportunity, wealth and some economic stability to the community of Anglesey. Its closure caused knock on impact to many other large employers in the region and damaged the smaller businesses that supported the workforce. It sits on the Wylfa headland and generally I try to exclude it from my landscape images. The beautiful coastline can normally do without this ugly man made intrusion but today the rainbow and shape of Llanbadrig headland all seemed to make a rather nice image.. so here it is.
Le bouquet de blé de la Saint-Jean.
Une tradition ou une superstition chez les anciens de la campagne et selon les régions, le 24 juin à la St Jean on cueille du blé pour avoir des sous,du travail,du bonheur et de la prospérité tout au long de l'année.
Wheat bouquet of St Jean
Tradition or superstition among the elders of the country and regions, June 24 at St. Jean is gathered for wheat sub, work, happiness and prosperity throughout the year.