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King Edmund III, called “the Weak,” rules over a realm in decline. His authority has been shaken by the defeat in the Long War, which left nobles openly questioning his rule and the border Marches drifting toward rebellion. Though he clings to the trappings of power and presides over an otherwise centralized semi-feudal monarchy, his reign is marked by indecision and deference to court factions. By tradition he remains the head of the realm, and his presence carries symbolic weight, but in practice much of the day-to-day governance and defense is increasingly contested by ambitious nobles and fractious border lords.
Beside him stands Queen Beatrice, whose steadiness and quiet gravitas provide a counterbalance to Edmund’s hesitancy. While she does not rule with absolute power, she is well respected among courtiers and serves as a moderating influence at court, smoothing disputes and protecting her daughter’s interests behind the scenes. Their only child, Princess Eleanor, is a contemplative and studious young woman. She has long been drawn to the libraries of Belson and Archeon College, showing more affinity for books, philosophy, and quiet scholarship than for the rituals of statecraft or battlefield command. Her learned temperament and intellectual bent give her a certain esteem among the university circles and courtly scholars, though some question whether she possesses the boldness needed in troubled times.
Completing the immediate dynasty is Edmund’s nephew, Prince James, and his wife, Princess Genevieve. James is a veteran of the Long War and has gained a reputation for martial competence and decisive leadership—qualities that contrast sharply with his uncle. Many nobles dissatisfied with Edmund’s weakness see James as a more effective potential ruler. Princess Genevieve is his gracious consort, a stabilizing partner whose diplomatic sensibilities and gentle charisma complement James’s vigor in arms. Together, they are sometimes seen as a rival court center, quietly cultivating support among the discontented and offering an alternative vision of strength and renewal for the kingdom.
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Built as a freebuild for the Brethren of the Brick Seas Prequel - Tales of Old on EuroBricks
I was questioning whether the sunrise would be colorful or not. Guess there was no need to question. 185/365
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Candid eye contact street photography from Glasgow, Scotland. In the heart of summer and wearing a shirt, waistcoat, jacket and thick coat - such is the unpredictability of Scottish weather. Enjoy!
What people see of you on the outside often doesn’t match what is happening inside you. You try to be “ok enough” when extremely harmful experiences have left you feeling so trapped in the darkness, overwhelmed, questioning reality and suffering so much that you just want it all to end. Over your lifetime this has been a difficult struggle and sometimes you were not even fully aware this was happening. It’s a big burden to try to conceal and hide your pain inside so that you don’t bother, burden, inconvenience and upset others. Keeping this intense battle locked inside is very isolating, painful and life threatening. Very slowly, over time, with a tremendous amount of intense, meaningful internal work and with steadfast support you are seeing some growth and improvement. It is still an extremely difficult struggle and sometimes you can start to see the light that is beyond the darkness.
[image created on 2-24-2024]
Recently I became very fascinated by digital pinhole photography. This image was created with a modified pinhole body cap. I think I’m drawn to this type of photography because I feel it relates to my life and it seems to teach me far beyond photography. There are strict limitations that can drastically alter how images are captured and the final outcome of the photos, there is a lack of clarity compared to how I normally capture images with a lens, it’s difficult to predict exactly how the image will look and beauty and meaning can be found in the process and the final photo. It gives me a chance to practice embracing the unfamiliar, change, finding beauty in imperfection and growing in new ways.
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As a way to cope with circumstances beyond my control, survive and work to keep fighting for life I decided to try to take at least one photo (or more) each day. I call this “a photo (or more) a day.” Practicing this form of therapeutic photography helps me work to focus on the present moment, gives me something familiar and enjoyable to focus on as I use photography skills that have become like second-nature to me and being able to view the images I capture helps me recall what I was thinking, feeling and noticing at the moment when I created the photos. More of the photos from this series can be seen on my Instagram account
I may not always have the energy, time or capacity to share photos from this series—especially with the very challenging circumstances my family and I are experiencing—and will do my best to continue taking a photo (or more) a day even if I’m not able to share.
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I'm still alive for the few who are questioning it...Just been busy with stupid life getting in the way
This golden crowned sparrow was hopping around the dirt for food. With the head cocked like this, it looked questioning to me! Near the Willamette in Downtown Portland.
DMIR 402 leads a short local freight south toward Proctor Minnesota. The DMIR 402 is an SD40-3 built from a former Southern Pacific SD45T-2. The conductor was probably questioning what the vehicle was doing pacing them for 20 miles or more at 45 or so miles an hour while people leaned out of the truck tacking pictures of the train.
To touch the cup with eager lips and taste, not drain it;
To woo and tempt and count a bliss, and not attain it;
To fondle and caress a joy, yet hold it lightly;
To watch the sunset in the west without regretting;
To hail its advent in the east, the night forgetting;
To smother care in happiness, and grief in laughter;
To hold the present close, not questioning the hereafter;
To have enough to share, to know the joy of giving;
To thrill with all the sweets of life -- that's living.
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Saw a post on FB about someone questioning their building ability because everyone else's looked so much better ... just remember we all start somewhere.
In 1882, another architectural contest was held, involving 189 architects. This time the winner, the architect of Frankfurt, Paul Wallot, would be able to execute his project. On June 9, 1884, the first stone was finally laid by William I. Before the construction was completed, in 1894, William died (1888, the year of the three emperors), and his successor, William II of Germany, Questioning the parliamentary institute. The original building was acclaimed especially for the construction of an original glass and steel dome, a masterpiece of the technique of the era.
The current German parliament is called the Bundestag. In today's use, the German word Reichstag is therefore mainly related to the building.
In 1992 Sir Norman Foster won another architectural contest for the reconstruction of the building. His winning project appeared very different from what was then executed. Before the start of the reconstruction, the Reichstag was "packed" by the Bulgarian-US artist Christo in 1995, in an event attracting millions of visitors.
During the reconstruction, the palace was completely emptied, removing everything except the exterior walls, including all the changes made by Baumgarten's work of the sixties. The parliamentary seats were transferred to the Reichstag in April 1999. Reconstruction is widely regarded as a success and has become a tourist attraction because the Reichstag, and especially the large glass dome that was erected on the roof in memory of the original Of 1894, provide one of the most attractive panoramas for Berlin visitors, giving a remarkable view of the city, especially at night. The dome is open to the public under reservation.
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Nel 1882, si tenne un altro concorso architettonico, cui parteciparono 189 architetti. Questa volta il vincitore, l'architetto di Francoforte, Paul Wallot, sarebbe riuscito ad eseguire il suo progetto. Il 9 giugno 1884, la prima pietra fu finalmente posata da Guglielmo I. Prima che la costruzione venisse completata, nel 1894, Guglielmo I morì (1888, l'anno dei tre imperatori), e il suo successore, Guglielmo II di Germania, mise in discussione l'istituto del parlamento. L'edificio originale fu acclamato soprattutto per la costruzione di una originale cupola di vetro e acciaio, un capolavoro della tecnica dell'epoca.
L'attuale parlamento tedesco si chiama Bundestag. Nell'uso odierno, il termine tedesco Reichstag si riferisce quindi principalmente all'edificio.
Nel 1992 sir Norman Foster vinse un altro concorso architettonico per la ricostruzione dell'edificio. Il suo progetto vincente appariva molto diverso da quello che fu poi eseguito. Prima dell'inizio della ricostruzione, il Reichstag, nel 1995, fu "imballato" dall'artista bulgaro-statunitense Christo, in un evento che attrasse milioni di visitatori.
Durante la ricostruzione, il palazzo fu completamente svuotato, togliendo tutto ad eccezione dei muri esterni, compresi tutti i cambiamenti fatti dal lavoro di Baumgarten degli anni sessanta. I seggi del parlamento furono trasferiti al Reichstag nell'aprile 1999. La ricostruzione viene ampiamente considerata un successo ed è diventata un'attrazione turistica anche perché il Reichstag, e soprattutto la grande cupola di vetro che è stata eretta sul tetto in memoria dell'originale del 1894, forniscono una delle panoramiche più attraenti per i visitatori di Berlino, dando una vista notevole della città, specialmente di notte. La cupola è aperta al pubblico sotto prenotazione
“Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning.”
~Albert Einstein
Leaving Lake Yosemite I stopped the car seeing this pretty little Western Scrub Jay looking for breakfast in the grass...shot this out the passenger side window with my 500mm lens.
Will be gone most of the day and will catch up with you as soon as I can.
For that twinkle in his eye, please view Large On Black
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This cute little girl was a demon … Always running, questioning, capturing our attention …
I baptised her Lei, a forename whos stands in Chinese for restless, hyper dynamic … For a short while, when I took her portrait, she was rather calm …
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Cette adorable petite fille était un véritable démon… Toujours en train de courir, de questionner, de capter notre attention…
Je l'ai baptisée Lei, un prénom qui signifie en chinois « agitée », « hyper dynamique »… Pendant un court instant, lorsque j'ai pris son portrait, elle était plutôt calme…
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I have three types of lilies in the pond. This one is the tropical lily. It does not bloom in the winter months. All winter long I was questioning the decision to try the tropical lily since the other two bloom year round. Since it has started blooming, I am no longer questioning that decision. The blooms are beautiful and adds a nice change for the warmer months. Maybe I should say hotter months. The past winder was so mild it felt more like spring than winter.
The greenery in the background is from the aquatic sensitive plant or what some call peanuts because of the shape of the little yellow flowers on that plant. The sensitive plant has long stems and is covered with those little yellow flowers. It provides a nice nursery for the mosquito fish and a home for the smallest bluegill.
Isn't it funny, life gets on top of you and you find yourself questioning things: Why am I bothering with this shit? So what if I post a stupid fuckin' flower photo? At this moment, maybe here just ain't the right place to showcase my creativity?
Ha! Fortunately (...or not, depending on your point of view) , I have a couple of beers and all those questions go down the drain like the ending to White Punks on Dope.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Is that alright? Ha! Ha! Ha!"
"Akino tetoron wa teijin desu."
If at all interested, zip up to the 6:35 minute to see what I'm on about: 'White Punks on Dope' - The Tubes.
*Note: all textures my own, unless specifically credited.
#AbFav_VALENTINE_DAY_ 💝
Love me without fear
Trust me without questioning
Need me without demanding
Want me without restrictions
Accept me without change
Desire me without inhibitions
For a love so free....
Will never fly away.
By Dick Sutphen
Keep your heart pure, don't clutter it with a book-keeping of lies.
Keep your love, as tender and sweet as these petals...
Lead and enjoy a good life, do and say things that enrich... and do not forget to tell the people close to you, how much you love them!
Thank you, M, (*_*)
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Your head is yellow, just like mine is! You look kinda new in town! I haven't seen you around before have I?He stood there like this for 15 minutes, telling the ball every phrase that he knew! Quite a character he is!
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Candid eye contact street photography from Glasgow, Scotland. As you know by now, I often go out of my way to ensure some eye contact in shots, the result here is perhaps one of the most suspicious looks I have ever received. Enjoy full screen by pressing 'L'.
A questioning look from this Eastern Water-Dragon, frolicking in what pass for Autumn leaves in Sub-tropical Brisbane.
My question is ... where's his tail?
These Hoodoos of the Southwest always get me questioning time and how their Existence will go on for so much longer then we could possibly imagine,- again reminding me to enjoy everyday for what it is and how important it is to do what you Love!🙏
"The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when we contemplate the mysteries of eternity, of life and the marvellous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery everyday. Never lose a holy curiosity."
~Albert Einstein
Thanks to Kim Klassen
for February Magic and February Magic Edges. I processed this following one of Kim's tutorials in her Test Kitchen.
This is the last of the mums for now. I picked up this bowl at Value Village in Peterborough some time ago. Always on the look-out for photo props, vases and bowls.
Little old me has been somewhat distant just lately I have been questioning what path I should take or if I should just sit on the embankment watching the world go by!
Don't panic I have no intentions of transisioning I cant even spell it let alone go though with it.
The questioning was more how to control my social media, do I stay here or move on or just disappear from the radar. The more normal things I do as Helen the distant I feel I am becoming from the community.
Does that sound odd?
Anyway after an evening with Janet it became clear I had just got bogged down on very muddy part of the path. So all is well and back to normal.
I think the outfit helped this is really what Helen likes to wear in the colder months I really should try to stop being what others want me t be.
sitting quietly at a food stall in paris, you witness a culinary contradiction—a crêpe, a symbol of French simplicity and at the same time rafinesse, adorned with strawberries and dripping in nutella. the soft layers, meant to be enjoyed with minimal ingredients, now transformed into a dessert spectacle. the photo captures this moment of indulgence, questioning the necessity of such excess, where tradition meets the whims of modern taste.
The dog's questioning and at the same time calm look struck me. Also the position of the owner and the fisherman has something deamlike.
One thing I've learned about photography, sometimes you have to go off of your gut feelings. Just basically saying, you know what, I'm going out into the field regardless of the outcome. This particular outing with my buddy Paul Rojas, we had plans on heading to central Utah. This was a trip that we had planned months in advance, but had to change our plans at the VERY last minute due to horrible weather conditions in the area. We changed our plans and decided to head Trona Pinnacles.
Here's where the adventure begins. I've driven in adverse conditions before, but this....this was some other level stuff. The minute I hit the park boundary of Death Valley heading to Trona, it was a torrential downpour. The roads were starting to flood the further into the valley I went. I was hydroplaning all over the place. I had my windshield wipers going at the highest speed and it wasn't doing a damn thing. At this point I contemplated turning around several times, and starting questioning myself, what the hell am I doing driving in the middle of the desert, in a storm, at 3am? Who does that? And to further clarify my statements about the torrential rain, this was the weekend that Death Valley got hit with all the flash floods.
By time I arrived at Trona, my brain was completely fried from all the white knuckle driving I had been doing for the past 2 1/2 hours. When it was all said and done, In the end we were blessed with a Toyota 4 Runner stuck in clay/mud(Paul and I playing in the mud AGAIN...another story) and absolutely killer conditions. It was worth all the stress and tight butt cheeks....would do it again? Yes, in a heartbeat!
Peace and Love
Model: Caitlin Hamilton
Photographer: Justin Bonaparte
Copyright 2020 by Justin Bonaparte. All Rights Reserved.
...nah, it is just a keyhole I photographed a few years ago!
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Café Frequenters Episode 89
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( letter Written to Mr. White 17 Nov 1999 )
Hi and Hello Mr White!
...or as we say here in Sweden when we talk about your former deeds and quests Mr. W (W with a large candy polka W!
yes all the rumors that circulate around about all the things you and your mighty hair did, they will never fade away from us mere mortals who didn´t escape this country of eternal strife, for the promised life on the Green Paradise Island!
How are the minions you keep at home? that Christian Swede and the Non-redhead seed-bearer of yours? the Munk hasn´t written for a while, has he caught some plague or has he gone mute with the ballpoint?
I am dead tired, the black pub for far to late again... well this tiredness is gonna be worst off when this weekend has past two parties are all ready planned Friday and that lesser known day the is behind that day!
The best thing is just to ignore those weak urges to close your eves and rest in school!
Right now I am at Café Pelles, what a surprise, well I needed
something stronger than that brown mud I brew at home!
...Oh By the Way mighty Mr W.!
you must have a look at my brand new homepage I have built . I have made certain to never get conscripted to either the army or forced labour for the rest of my life...
Can you imagine that they thought me HTML at school?
Ha, ha, ha, those fools, I mean this Internet has just started and now they let me loose at it...
Oh, yeah I am kind of enjoying my school, weird isn´t it?
I kind of enjoy the strange bunch of characters they collected and they thought me HTML at school too!
oh Yeah!
I will writer the at the front of the envelope so your mailman and the double-sisters working at the post office also can have a peak!
...oh yeah I am even friends with some of the teachers at my school! weird isn´t it? so I guess even the Devil can change to tailor made suits once in a while!
Ok I have to focus on my coffee now for a while, write soon!
all the best!
/ Johnny B.