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Chapter 12
It was another late night pouring over images; deleting, cataloging, organizing, choosing submissions - 'the workflow'. I hate the workflow. It was 3 am and I'd been fighting to stay awake for a while now. I was about to call it quits for the night, when I heard a soft melody drifting, somewhere in the background. From the flat next-door? And a faint yet pugnent smell of... what was that?... incense? massage oil and sweat?? Perfume?
Then... over my shoulder, the sound of a whisper I couldn't make out. I turned. "Sally! What... how did... what happened to you? Where were you..."
"You know", she said. It was her voice, but with an eerie, far away tone I'd never heard before. "I've been here" she continued, "right here".
"What... what do you mean? I... I don't understand" I stammered.
"Silly, silly, boy" she giggled. "I'm not real" she said. "You know that, right?"
"But... but I... we... our photos... our sessions..." my head began to spin.
"Il-eona!" she replied.
"What? I... "
"Il-eona... iliwa. Weikeu... weiku. Dangis-i gaya" I heard her say, her voice changing to a slightly higher pitch, and taking on a hypnotic, melodic twang"
"I don't und..." I said, as the music grew louder and louder - drowning out my voice... my thoughts. The music. An oddly familiar tune. Where had I heard it before??
Chapter 13
My head still spinning, I closed my eyes tightly. The music... the sounds and smells... so familiar. But how?
And where was I? I was in my flat, looking through shots from earlier in the week... wasn’t I?? I felt a hand on my upper arm... a gentle shake and “Weikeueob! Wake up!” in that same musical, hypnotic, woman’s voice. And in a short, curt but sweet broken English “time to go now.”
I opened my eyes and tried to focus them in the smokey, dimly lit room. There - my clothes, lying crumpled in the corner. A snuffed out candle, burnt low. A tattered, heavy, velvety-red curtain covering a small window, hazy wisps of light peaking around the edges to bathe the dusty air. A table cluttered with incense, an empty absinthe bottle, oils, small drinking glasses one of them stained with lip stick, some scattered powders and substances I didn’t recognize, a thin red veil covering jars of some mysterious, exotic substances. A ledge with a small lamp, a crystal vase and some ornaments and knickknacks... a few Halloween decorations scattered throughout. I looked up, into the beautifully large, dark eyes or the oriental-looking girl standing over me. “S... Sally?” I said, in my confusion. “Yes, me Sally” she said, showing her smile. “We have fun, but you... too much. Too much fun - no good. Too much no good. You understand? Only little fun.” she said, gesturing with her thumb and forefinger. “Umm... I...” was all I managed, grasping to make sense of something that, at least to me, made none at all. Remember, I told myself. Remember. I closed my eyes again trying to remember and relive, to make sense of the past days.
When I opened my eyes again I was someplace different. A bed. Crisp white sheets. Everything is so white. There’s something...in my arm. An I.V. A hospital. I’m in a hospital bed. There’s a voice “Doctor - come quick. He’s conscious”. A tall, thin man rushed into the room, dressed all in white. “I... where am I?” I ask. “You’re at College Hospital” he said. “Can you tell us what happened to you? Some passer-byes found you, in the streets, delirious, wearing clothes obviously not yours. They brought you here. Do you remember anything? Anything at all??”
Remember. “Sally” I said softly. “Sally” I whispered, as I closed my eyes... for the last time.
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First - apologies. I started this as a 365. But when I added the story, it began to write itself... including the ending. Thanks to those who took the time to view the images and read the text.
The story is a tribute to 2 great creative artists: Tim Burton and Edgar Allan Poe.
In the spirit of Halloween, and if you have time, I hope you’ll watch a Tim Burton movie and get lost in his magical world of crazy but relate-able characters. Or that you’ll read a story from the genius imagination of Poe, or read about his mysterious death (of which the ending of this series is based).
Edgar Allen Poe died this month (October 7th) in 1849. He was found delirious in the streets of Baltimore, taken to hospital, and never regained coherency (or perhaps only briefly) before his death. How he spent his last five days, how he came to be in such a state, why he wasn’t wearing his own clothes, his cryptic calling out for “Reynolds” during the night, and even the cause of his death, remains a mystery and source of much speculation and theory, even to this day.
******* Happy Halloween everyone! *********
P.S. - sorry for running behind (it’s been a busy time, and a challenge just to get the daily image posted). I will catch up viewing everyone photos and comments soon!
Cueva Pintada, Baja California Sur. The pictographs are likely the artistic products of the Cochimi people in the Baja California peninsula. This group became culturally extinct in the nineteenth century but is comparatively well known through the writings of eighteenth-century Jesuit missionaries. These paintings on the roofs and walls of rock shelters in the Sierra de San Francisco were first discovered by Europeans in the eighteenth century by the Mexican Jesuit missionary José Mariano Rotea.
According to some native beliefs recorded by the Jesuits and others, the paintings were drawn by a race of giants—a supposition that has been discarded by scientific investigators since the late nineteenth century.[6] This belief may have been suggested by the larger-than-life size of many of the human (as well as animal) figures. Some observers have speculated that the paintings had meanings relating to hunting magic, religious practices, or ancestor worship, but there is no consensus on these interpretations. Animal species including deer, wild sheep, rabbit, puma, lynx, whale, turtle, fish, and birds are depicted. There are also abstract elements of various forms. A growing body of radiocarbon dates relating to the paintings has suggested ages from as early as 5500 BCE to as late as European contact in the eighteenth century. - Wikipedia
Museo Ferrari is a Ferrari company museum dedicated to the Ferrari sports car marque. The museum is not purely for cars; there are also trophies, photographs and other historical objects relating to the Italian motor racing industry. In addition to that, the exhibition introduces technological innovations, some of which had made the transition from racing cars to road cars.
It is located just 300 m (980 ft) from the Ferrari factory in Ferrari's home town of Maranello, near Modena, Italy.
The museum first opened in February 1990, with a new wing being added in October 2004. Ferrari itself has run the museum since 1995. The total surface area is now 2,500 square metres. The number of annual visitors to the museum is around 180,000.
The exhibits are mostly a combination of Ferrari road and track cars.
Sea Princess Scenic Nature, Seals & Fjord Cruise tour out of Northeast Harbor Maine is a great way to see Nature and spectacular views of Mount Desert Island.
A model of a First World War battleship, HMS Dreadnought (1906). When you enter Amersham Old Town in Buckinghamshire, you would pass its Memorial Garden. There are three striking objects to be seen - all of them surrounded or even covered by flowers, the battleship is one of them. The flowers indicate the notion of peace. But the focus on military prowess speaks a different language. The easiest way for me to relate to this memorial is to regard it as a piece of art. This would allow to include all the various feelings that come up when remembering the dead. By the way, these installations are very recent, just a couple of years old. The pain caused by the Great War is in the open now, after one hundred years. Collective memory is something that can linger for a very long time.
Loup des bois . Gray Wolf
Shot at Parc Omega which is a ten-kilometer nature roadway in Montebello, Quebec.
Disappearing because of the darkness and desperately trying to find the light.
[image created on 2-23-2024]
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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Esta calle, llena de historia y de visitantes, arranca en la Gran Vía de Colón, importante arteria que desde finales del siglo XIX permite el paseo por el centro con sus amplias aceras.
A nuestra izquierda se levanta un bonito edificio de sillares oscuros, rejerías y farolas: es la antigua Madraza, escuela o universidad coránica que fue fundada por Yusuf I en 1349. Fue en su momento uno de los más bonitos edificios de la ciudad y estaba decorado con atauriques e inscripciones relativas al conocimiento.
En 1500 se destinó a casa del Cabildo y más adelante la fachada se pintó al temple. Ya en el siglo XVIII adquiere la actual apariencia, repleta de detalles barrocos. Del edificio árabe original se conserva la sala de oración con magníficos elementos decorativos. Tras una importante restauración entre 2006 y 2011, ha sido reabierta al público. El edificio, en la actualidad, pertenece a la Universidad de Granada.
Casi frente a la Madraza se abre un pequeño ensanchamiento de la calle. Aquí se encuentra uno de los monumentos más importantes de la ciudad: la Capilla Real.
Fundada en 1504 para albergar sus restos, fue fundada por los Reyes Católicos, Isabel y Fernando. Se construyó entre 1505 y 1517, y fue en 1521 cuando los cuerpos de los monarcas fueron trasladados allí por orden de su nieto Carlos I desde la iglesia de San Francisco, en la Alhambra.
Se edificó en estilo gótico tardío con toques renacentistas, y si el exterior es espectacular con sus remates de tracerías, enrejados y columnas historiadas, el interior es una auténtica belleza. Una maravillosa reja de hierro separa los sepulcros reales del resto de la capilla. El de los Reyes Católicos, obra de Domenico Fancelli, fue realizado en Italia en mármol de Carrara y tiene forma de tronco de pirámide.
Fernando aparece representado con armadura y manto, mientras Isabel lleva un sencillo atuendo y cruza las manos en señal de humildad. El de doña Juana y su esposo, Felipe el Hermoso, sitúa las dos estatuas sobre un lecho sepulcral, innovando en cierta manera respecto al monumento funerario de los monarcas Católicos.
www.idayvueltablogdeviajes.com/2014/05/calle-oficios-gran...
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This street, full of history and visitors, starts at the Gran Vía de Colón, an important artery that since the end of the 19th century has allowed visitors to stroll through the centre with its wide pavements.
On our left stands a beautiful building of dark ashlars, latticework and street lamps: it is the old Madrasa, a Koranic school or university founded by Yusuf I in 1349. It was once one of the most beautiful buildings in the city and was decorated with atauriques and inscriptions relating to knowledge.
In 1500 it was used as a town hall and later the façade was painted in tempera. In the 18th century it acquired its current appearance, full of Baroque details. The prayer room with its magnificent decorative elements has been preserved from the original Moorish building. After a major restoration between 2006 and 2011, it was reopened to the public. The building now belongs to the University of Granada.
Almost opposite the Madrasa is a small widening of the street. Here we find one of the most important monuments in the city: the Royal Chapel.
Founded in 1504 to house their remains, it was founded by the Catholic Monarchs, Isabella and Ferdinand. It was built between 1505 and 1517, and it was in 1521 that the bodies of the monarchs were transferred there by order of their grandson Charles I from the church of San Francisco, in the Alhambra.
It was built in late Gothic style with Renaissance touches, and if the exterior is spectacular with its tracery, latticework and historiated columns, the interior is a real beauty. A marvellous iron grille separates the royal tombs from the rest of the chapel. The tomb of the Catholic Monarchs, the work of Domenico Fancelli, was made in Italy in Carrara marble and is shaped like the trunk of a pyramid.
Ferdinand is depicted wearing armour and a cloak, while Isabella wears a simple garment and crosses her hands in a sign of humility. The statue of Juana and her husband, Philip the Handsome, places the two statues on a sepulchral bed, which is somewhat innovative with respect to the funerary monument of the Catholic monarchs.
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Pontsticill Reservoir or Taf Fechan Reservoir is a large reservoir on the Taf Fechan lying partly in the county of Powys and partly within the county borough of Merthyr Tydfil in south Wales. It lies within the Brecon Beacons National Park.
Bell-mouth spillway and valve tower
The 110 ft high embankment has, since its completion in 1927, been holding back 3400 million gallons of water for supply to industry and population to the south. The modern reservoir incorporates the earlier Pentwyn Reservoir (sometimes referred to as Dol-y-gaer Reservoir or Lake) which suffered major water losses after completion due to the presence of major fractures in the bedrock beneath its dam relating to the Neath Disturbance, a major geological fault which runs northeast to southwest through the area.
112 pictures in 2012, #29 Leap Day (any shot to be taken on, or relating to 29th Februari2012)
Explore, Highest position: #132 on Wednesday, March 7, 2012
It is truly difficult to effectively relate how graceful and ethereal Manta Rays are as they perform their nightly ballet in the warm waters near Kona Hawaii. This image perhaps does the work of hundreds of adjectives in relating the emotion you feel as these massive creatures glide inches from your face.
If you would like to read more about swimming with Mantas and see more photos of this adventure, check-out my blog article: www.firefallphotography.com/swimming-manta-rays-tips-phot...
Have a great day!
Jeff
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Explored 9/21/13
Of ossuaries that came to rest upon the platforms amongst the striking sky breaching stellar stone gnomons I would a history here be told,
and if you had the ears for such I could to you a tale of men and gods relate to you men in this age of differing gods their sacred store unfold.
I take it that you will not be taking me up upon my boast of an introduction to an oral exploration of the ways of men that compose level platforms to set in stone the land based embracement that watches Equinox and Solstice taking the light woven from The Sun and The Moon and in that returning weft adds the long lengthening warp of Stars and Star Shepherding Planets such that The Morning Star corrects our cyclical weft turned and turned about calendar and gives us the making of moments heard in the pulse of the astral divine whose breath brings warmth from ice and who in taught texture gifts inspiration to continuation of warp and voice in me with life enough to sing of the Cosmic Stirring and of the seeming endless muddling, mixing and making of all Life from Death and of seed aplenty to grow out of famine following the keening and of the kenning to dwell within waking and to prosper without dream.
Star light above and fire bright in the centre of us are not strictly necessary, but they do bring us closer in to form our listening and to forge our tale within a bounded boarded bonded ring...
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These links set below provide a much better introduction to Machrie Moor than my song sung into the wind unsettling as a bardic prologue above.
Machrie Moor Standing Stones
Near Blackwaterfoot, Arran
www.historicenvironment.scot/visit/all/machrie-moor-stand...
History and stories, Machrie Moor Standing Stones
Near Blackwaterfoot, Arran
www.historicenvironment.scot/visit/all/machrie-moor-stand...
Machrie Moor
www.themodernantiquarian.com/site/161/machrie-moor
Machrie Moor
www.themodernantiquarian.com/forum/2/161/17743/194651
Site Name: Machrie Moor 1.
www.megalithic.co.uk/article.php?sid=439
Site Name: Machrie Moor 10 Alternative Name: Moss Farm Road, Machrie X
www.megalithic.co.uk/article.php?sid=1111
Machrie Moor the urban prehistorian
theurbanprehistorian.wordpress.com/tag/machrie-moor/
Arran, Machrie Moor, Trove Scotland
National Record of the Historic Environment (NRHE) ID: 39699
Over 200 digital images
Arran, Machrie Moor 2, Trove Scotland
www.trove.scot/place/39702?tab=images
Fingal’s Cauldron Seat, Machrie Moor, Kilmory, Arran
www.thenorthernantiquarian.org/2014/07/13/fingals-cauldro...
Machrie Moor Stone Circles
I have a little bitty obsession with apples. I love relating fruit to the human form. I was especially thrilled when we got to shooting this that the model here, Christopher, had freckles that mimicked the shape of the apples so well. I had fun enhancing them, tehe!....ahhh, wonderful surprises!
Here is a behind the scenes video of this shoot...sort of bad quality, an impromptu thing as we were there to shoot/film a different photoshoot, which i'll be posting the result of later!
Model: Christopher John Hills V
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I am reposting this message and creation from my December 2019 post
Although this was written in 2019 I knew something big was going to take place on earth in the months ahead.
It is as relevant today as it was back in 2019 because it relates to today in 2021
I underestimated the severity of this message. In saying this I was extremely unsettled for many months and prayed as I knew something was going to happen but I did not know exactly what.
I had endured many months of suffering knowing. Through this process things became crystal clear to me and with that an understanding of the higher picture and ultimately a sense of surrendering to 'what is' and a sense of Peace and Calm came with this, along with so much gratitude for being guided and shown. A blessing and a curse
To add to this, many souls have sacrificed themselves - knowingly and unknowingly to wake up humanity.
We can never know the soul agreement that each of us has made when we birthed into this world.
I am eternally grateful to the many souls who have endured hell on earth, lost their lives to awaken the masses to the reality of this world.
There are many people at this time on earth who are struggling with all that is happening in our world.
I was guided with this message and design back in 2019 - it started many months before it was completed by December of that year.
I hope that this message will bring some understanding and comfort to anyone who is struggling right now.
Despite her name Black Winged Goddess, she does bring a message of Hope and Unity to humanity.
We are living in times of great destruction of the world as we know it, earth changes, fires, floods, earthquakes.
Here alone in Australia we sit in horror at the extent of the fires rampage across the country. Unprecedented fires and weather in the history of our existence (well what is on record)
Whilst horrific - the earth we live on has always been full of cyclic changes.
Ancient cities have been discovered under the sea, we are naive to think that the world as we know it will remain the same.
What continents exist now may no longer exist. What coastline exists now is slowly being swallowed up by the ocean.
Volcanic eruptions are changing the face of the planet as are earthquakes - the list is long.
We cannot stop the force of Mother Nature. We live on a planet that has always endured such destruction.
We have pole shifts taking place - all kinds of catastrophic events happening across the Globe. We are but a spit in the ocean to the wide Galaxies that we know of. Yet we think we are precious in some way.
I cannot help but wonder why I was so drawn to create this "Black Winged Goddess" let alone give her the name of Black Winged Goddess. But I was drawn, my soul was pushing me for weeks with a "slight vision" of what I needed to create. It now makes total sense to me why I was so drawn to create The Black Winged Goddess, given the state of our world and humanity.
My soul as always when I listen guides me with powerful messages and reminds me to just 'be' to accept 'what is'.
We may not like the current state of our world, but it is what it is and all we can do is stay strong within ourselves and hold the power of 'love' in our hearts despite seeing so much being played out on the planet.
Kali (Hindu) - was known as a deity of the Fearsome Demon destroying Goddess who represents death and rebirth - so her name means "Black One".
We can never truly comprehend or understand the power of mother nature - we have abused her for centuries, taken her for granted and she is a living breathing consciousness so powerful that we dare not go up against here.
In recent years we have seen the influence of the feminine energy on earth which for eons has been dominated by the male energy.
So it makes complete sense to me that we are witness to so much destruction on the planet.
We are witness to the destruction of our societies as we know it, breakdown of families, law, politics.
So much of humanity is at war with the 'system', the injustices, and the lack of balance within our society. The homeless, the abused, the forgotten souls, the mental health issues that seem to have become rampant, the rise of Corporate wealth while humanity is trapped in slavery. We have learnt nothing as a humanity over the past how many hundred years?
In order for rebirth, for new growth, a culling needs to take place - hence the energy of the Black Winged Goddess she is both the Destroyer and the Giver of New Life.
We have elected to be here at this time on the planet - despite the suffering we witness or endure - I know at a higher level it is absolutely necessary for real change to take place.
Our world is a very different place to the one we have known - and whilst we have believed we have had a safe and reasonable planet in which to live, the reality is much Evil has existed and people have been brainwashed to the point of being zombies. There has been so much suppression imposed upon humanity even to the extreme of vaccinations and fluoride to our water supply. All of these chemicals act as suppressants to our brain! It has been a deliberate agenda of the existing power on earth. Their agenda has always been to rule, control and suppress the populous.
Humanity is awakening and with this will be uproar, dis - ease, a culling if you like. It is time for humanity to step out of fear and into their true power which is within each and every one of us.
New growth, new beginnings but not before the dismantling of the old - it has to be this way.
These times we are living through were written in history.
So I have created "The Black Winged Goddess" she is available in different styles, inside a Dome with beautiful etched glass or stand alone. She will rotate or can be static.
She is available on MP in the Stand Alone version (rotating) or can be seen in world at my store.
****This POST IS NOT to promote my MP. I will not put my MP link here for this reason. If anyone does not have the money and would like a version of her please send me a notecard in world with your full name and I will happily send one to you. This is NOT about promoting my MP it is about assisting humanity at this time***.
I hope you enjoy and embrace 'The "Black Winged Goddess' and rather be in fear of her - understand she brings 'New Life" but first the old has to die for the new to be born.
How appropriate for a New Year of 2020 fast approaching.
Interestingly and unconsciously I created 4 of these Black Winged Goddesses.
The year 2020 equates to the number 4 in Numerology.
The #4 represents a Universal energy. (see below for a deeper understanding of the #4)
The # 2 - Is the most feminine and often underestimated when it comes to power and strength. She is always gentle, tactful, diplomatic, forgiving and understanding. She likes to keep peace and likes to avoid confrontation. # 2 is the survivor and extremely resilient force. Her shape looks as though she is bent back on a knee with head bowed in humility and service. However when enough pressure is applied to the # 2 energy. Some would perceive her as weak and powerless due to this servitude shape. However never underestimate the power behind #2 because she represents the power (double) #1 who is the all powerful warrior who will shake and destroy no matter what. So #2 brings the balance but never underestimate the power of 2 Energy.
The #4 Energy in more detail
The 4 is without a doubt masculine, reflecting strength and stability. His chief characteristics are dependability, productivity, punctuality and obedience. He is trustworthy, patient, conventional and a traditionalist.
Tend to be rule followers. 4 is the area of sciences, upholding the law (such as Government and the military). The #4 represents Disciplined, systematic, Dependable, Strong. Loyal
Four is the basis of all solid objects. Four points are used in constructing the simplest solid and thus four is the number symbolizing the way of construction. In many religions, four is seen as the number for earth, and representing the four elements, Air Earth, Water and Fire.
At its extreme 4's can tend to overreact to violence.
So 2020 seems to have more challenges ahead and I suspect we will be seeing more uprising across the planet (#2 energy) with totalitarianism (#4 energy) being played out like never before. Perhaps more of what the world has witnessed in Hong Kong this year.
It is as if the two energies Masculine & Feminine are battling against one another. But at the same time, I cannot help but feel and acknowledge UNITY - and this is what I will remain focused upon during the year ahead. We must stand united. We are after all 'one humanity'
We are without doubt living in very challenging times.
May peace be with you!
Copyright December 2019 Chant Lyric
Please share with anyone who you believe may take some comfort during these days - not because I want awards, in fact I do not want awards. This is for humanity and was given to me through the Grace of God
This post is NOT about promoting my MP - she is available there for anyone who wants to purchase her. For anyone who truly feels drawn to her and the strength and comfort she brings to me, and do not have the money to purchase her. Please contact me in world with a notecard, give me your full name and I will happily send her free of charge to you.
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So I'm supposed to think like you
in order to relate to you -
my words have got to be just right
to save your precious mind some work.
Instead of seeing where I am,
you're only looking where I'm not,
expecting me to scurry over
Right to where your gaze is fixed.
But I don't want to live in that place,
all pretending, imitating,
guessing what's expected of me
jumping hoops relentlessly
So here's the deal: listen to me,
Try to stretch your minds a little,
Break the mold I can't fit into,
Set communication free.
Dave Spicer
Ruben M. Benjamin (1833-1917), an attorney known for litigation relating to railroad regulation, had this Italianate-style house built for him and his wife, Laura, upon their marriage in 1856. The builder, carpenter John L. Routt (1826-1907), would go on to serve as the first and seventh Governor of Colorado from 1876 to 1879, and 1891 to 1893. He also served as Mayor of Denver from 1883 to 1885.
Benjamin received his primary education at Kinderhook Academy, New York and in 1853 was graduated from Amherst College with high honors. He was principal of Hopkins Academy at Hadley, Massachusetts, one year and was a student a year later in the Harvard Law School and the next year he was a tutor at Amherst. He arrived in Bloomington in the spring of 1856. In the fall he appeared before Judge (and future Associate Justice of the United States Supreme Court) David Davis at Lincoln, Illinois, for his bar exam. One of the examiners was Abraham Lincoln. He passed the test and later became a close friend of the future 16th U.S. president.
Benjamin was a prominent attorney who represented the people in The People vs. Chicago and Alton Railroad. That case was widely considered a benchmark ruling that allowed the government to regulate private enterprises.
After Benjamin "retired" from the practice of law, he devoted his time to writing textbooks that were used at many of the most prominent law schools in the country. He also served as a McLean County judge from 1877 to 1886, and served for a time as the dean of the law school faculty at Illinois Wesleyan University in Bloomington.
The Ruben M. Benjamin House is listed both by itself and as a contributing property in Bloomington's East Grove Street District. The only other home in the East Grove Street District to have this distinction is the George H. Cox House previously shown in this McLean County series.
The East Grove Street District includes 43 houses and apartment buildings, 25 of which are considered contributing buildings. The houses in the district were built between 1855 and 1915 for many of Bloomington's upper middle class residents. Due to a building boom between 1880 and 1900, the then-popular Queen Anne style is the most prevalent in the district. Other popular architectural styles in the district include Greek Revival homes from the 1850s, Italianate homes built between 1860 and 1880, and Arts and Crafts homes built in the 1900s. The district was added to the National Register of Historic Places (NRHP) in 1987.
Bloomington is the seat of McLean County. It is adjacent to Normal, and is the more populous of the two principal municipalities of the Bloomington-Normal metropolitan area. Bloomington is home to State Farm Insurance, Country Financial and Beer Nuts. Illinois Wesleyan University is located here, while the neighboring twin city of Normal is home to Illinois State University and Heartland Community College. Bloomington is 135 miles (217 km) southwest of Chicago, and 162 miles (261 km) northeast of St. Louis. The estimated population of Bloomington in 2019 was 77,330, with a metro population of 191,067.
When I was in 9th grade, I started biting my fingernails. It was easy to relate it to the hard times that I had at school, since I found myself stopping whenever I was on holiday, and going right back to damaging my own hands as soon as school started again. I felt so lonely at times, wanting nothing more than to have a best friend by my side.
By the time the school year had finished, I had already decided to move schools. And when September brought along a fresh start at a new school, suddenly my life began to fall into place. I found new friends, didn’t loathe going to school anymore. Finally, I was okay — and yet eight years later I still find myself tearing the skin on my fingers today, sometimes to the point where it hurts to do anything with my hands.
not all good that comes can heal
the wounds we have covered ourselves in
On those heights he builds for himself tabernacles -- tabernacles of peace, there longs and loves and gazes across, until the welcomest of all hours draws him down into the waters of the spring --
- Novalis (1800)
PHOTO NOTE:
With a photo essay - like a photo book or zine - it is important to see each individual photograph in context with the rest of the series. In other words, the way I have laid out Hymns to the Night is not only to fit the quotes from Novalis' poem, but to relate each photo to the previous one and the one that comes after it. Nothing is random. So if you're just looking at an individual photo in your activities feed or a group, rather than my photostream, you are missing the point entirely!
No, this item doesn't relate in any way to Miss Angie the dance instructor; instead, it's for Angie Mengoa, known throughout the whole domain of Flickrdom as Proverbs 31:10. Today is her 21st birthday, and I celebrated the occasion by creating this special screensaver at work, which was used only today and then deleted before I went home. Those are my glasses in the lower right-hand corner. It is proof positive that I thought of my young friend throughout her big day, as this greeting scrolled across my computer screen whenever I left it idle for more than a few minutes.
Angie herself commemorated her birthday with this little masterpiece, so typical of her in that it displays her formidable talent, her remarkable beauty, and her deeply-held religious convictions, all of which essentially define who and what she is. It is so fitting for her to note her 21st birthday with a prayer, as she did here. And as for me, I will keep her in my own prayers always, as well as in my heart and my affections. I admit to being very, very fond of this remarkable young lady.
When you see this, Angie, it will be either very late in the evening on your big day, or the following morning; but either way, I hope your 21st birthday has been just splendid. :-)
Can you relate? I got up early because I wanted to photograph some places in town at sunrise. Hoping for warm light and strong shadows.
Almost all the sites I visited had changed into construction sites though and I really got in a bad mood.
I decided to go on since I was there anyway and time can be precious.
Then I saw the light on this window. Diffused by the tree. It's shadows casted on the wall. It instantly changed my mood. I started to photograph other things than planned and got home with a really nice set of photos. You have got to stay open minded.
OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA
Olympus E-300, Zuiko Digital 40–150mm F3.5–4.5
Credits :
Blueberry - Can't Relate - Boots Flat & High Heels @ Main Store
Blueberry - Can't Relate - Fishnet Stockings @ Main Store
Blueberry - Can't Relate - Shorts & Belts @ Main Store
Blueberry - Can't Relate - Tops Alone @ Main Store
Blueberry - Can't Relate - Wrap Around Cardigan @ Main Store
Doe: Gabriella Hair @ Collabor88
Eyes : {S0NG} :: Crow Eyes Gacha - pale blue @ Epiphany
Doe: Monster Backpack (Hold) - Pink Gacha @ Main Store
Romazin - Earrings - Tori @ Sense
Romazin - Necklace - Tori 1 @ Sense
Romazin - Necklace - Tori 2 @ Sense
Romazin - Necklace - Tori 3 @ Sense
MINIMAL - Town Hall Backdrop -flower balcony-MINIMAL - Town Hall Backdrop @ Kustom9
SPELL : Bike -Mushrooms - RARE @ Main Store
ionic : Antique books & iron chair @ Main Store
ionic : Interior plant @ Main Store
ionic : Store Sign (Black & Gold) @ Main Store
ionic : Tea Store Sign @ Main Store
ionic: Fountain (tiled) @ Main Store
from Madras Fruit Stand Decor Gacha @ Main Store
Madras Green Apple Box
Madras Watermelon
Madras Raspberry Basket
Madras Mulberry Basket
Madras Purple Grapes
Madras Green grapes
Madras Cherry Tray
Madras Apple Box
Madras Fruit Table
Madras Banana Box
Madras Pineapple Boat rare
Pic take at the gorgeous sim Salt Water
Song by: Creedence Clearwater Revival (CCR)
"Have You Ever Seen The Rain"
A song everyone will relate to one time in their life surely :)
MISSING! Summer., not been seen for weeks. If you have any information relating to this don’t bother contacting me as I’ve jetted off in search of one.
Triangularity - Relating to entities such as three people, objects, ideas,...…. And Tri... refers to the number 3 an odd number...
For the challenge = triangular shapes, three items on a scarf with three sided shapes,......
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Blythe a Day - How to Sell a Haunted House (Bewitched) - 10/1/25
For Sale in Spookytown: Classic Haunted Beauty
About the Property:
Beautiful classic 4 bed 3 bath tri-level in coveted Spookytown. Original fireplaces and staircases. Hard wood flooring throughout. Old creaky windows, attic ghosts, furnace, updated electrical and much more!
Features:
Actual clawfoot tubs
2 ghosts
Secret staircase & door
Creaky floors
Large windows
Attic bats
Real skeletons in the closets
Call Drusilla, our expert relator, for a private tour.
House photo I took on a fall drive and recolored
Daunting Drusilla Blythe
In the comments section below add a sentence relating one vocabulary word to this picture.
Example: amino acid: The illustration shows a muscle cells and within the cell protein synthesis goes goes on. The t-RNA are bring the proper amino acids to the mRNA as we speak.
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopaedia
The National Museum of Scotland, Edinburgh, Scotland, was formed in 2006 with the merger of the new Museum of Scotland, with collections relating to Scottish antiquities, culture and history, and the adjacent Royal Museum (so renamed in 1995), with collections covering science and technology, natural history, and world cultures. The two connected buildings stand beside each other on Chambers Street, by the intersection with the George IV Bridge, in central Edinburgh. The museum is part of National Museums Scotland. Admission is free.
The two buildings retain distinctive characters: the Museum of Scotland is housed in a modern building opened in 1998, while the former Royal Museum building was begun in 1861, and partially opened in 1866, with a Victorian Venetian Renaissance facade and a grand central hall of cast iron construction that rises the full height of the building. This building underwent a major refurbishment and reopened on 29 July 2011 after a three-year, £47 million project to restore and extend the building led by Gareth Hoskins Architects along with the concurrent redesign of the exhibitions by Ralph Appelbaum Associates
The National Museum incorporates the collections of the former National Museum of Antiquities of Scotland. As well as the national collections of Scottish archaeological finds and medieval objects, the museum contains artefacts from around the world, encompassing geology, archaeology, natural history, science, technology, art, and world cultures. The 16 new galleries reopened in 2011 include 8,000 objects, 80 per cent of which were not formerly on display. One of the more notable exhibits is the stuffed body of Dolly the sheep, the first successful clone of a mammal from an adult cell. Other highlights include Ancient Egyptian exhibitions, one of Elton John's extravagant suits and a large kinetic sculpture named the Millennium Clock. A Scottish invention that is a perennial favourite with school parties is The Maiden, an early form of guillotine.
In 2016, the museum had 1.81 million visitors over the year, making it Scotland's most popular visitor attraction during that period.
There are plenty of things I could tell you about this image but what I am going to relate tonight is only going to involve the mistake I made.
One of the risks to habits is that you can come to rely on them overly much. A case in point would be that by an unofficial rule I generally keep my Hasselblad backs loaded with 400 ISO film, one back for color and the other for b&w. When I do load a different speed film in one of my backs I try to make a note because I am so used to 400 speed film in them that I have mis-exposed film before because of mistaken assumption.
Before this latest trip up to the Olympic Peninsula I had been working a lot and photographing only a little. As such by the time I got up there my black and white back was halfway through a roll of film I could not remember loading and so I could not remember which film was in it. Normally no note would mean 400 speed but something in my brain was tickling away that this was not true, that I had loaded something out of the ordinary in terms of film speed in this back.
So what are my options at this point with about six frames left to expose? Well I could trust my habits and expose at 400. I could attempt to second guess motives and backtrack through memory to deduce which film I might have loaded. I could meter somewhere in between. This latter is what I did. I figured the only other speed I would have loaded would have been 100 ISO film. So if I metered at 200 then I would only be wrong by a stop. If it was 100, I would be a stop under and considering that I normally overexpose by habit anyway, all would be ok. If it was 400, then I would be a stop over (or two with my usual overexposure). and film so readily forgives overexposure. Seriously, you can get away with three or four stops over and still produce reasonable images. Additionally I was going to be a bit less choosy with those six frames and try to blow through them quickly so I could confirm the film and if necessary backtrack to re-expose any images.
Thus I set off. Unfortunately it was sunny and clear and conducive to heavy ND shooting so "blowing through" half a roll takes on a slightly different meaning when shooting through 18 stops of neutral density. It took a few hours but I managed, wound the roll and unloaded it... to find a roll of Rollei RPX 25. Umm yeah. So metering for 200, maybe overexposing by design by a stop I was still going to be two stops under. That was a bit disappointing. Usually I defer to the decisions that past-Zeb makes. He often seems to think of things that present-Zeb appreciates. But this time I was wondering what in the heck that past me was thinking by loading a roll of 25 speed film in a camera that usually uses 400 speed and not putting a note on it to warn present-Zeb how to expose it properly. Sheesh.
So I had a bit of a sinking feeling in my stomach, figuring not even the forgiveness of film was going to save me this time. Luckily I was still on the same beach and did backtrack to re-expose the images I felt most strongly about. I debated having the roll pushed when I got back but then the first half had theoretically been exposed accurately and I couldn't really remember what was on it, so I didn't want to push process that stuff, so I just let it go, morbidly curious to see how thin the negs would be. Imagine my surprise when the stuff that came back turned out to be fairly usable... at least some of it. This image for example was metered somewhere around 100 to 200 ISO, which means I probably overexposed it to begin with due to the deep shadows in the frame. But that is ok, I wanted the cliffs to be black anyway.
So what to take from all this? I guess mostly that we all make mistakes. In fact you ought to find opportunities to make mistakes. They keep us sharp, they are opportunities to learn, they sometimes show us things we may not have discovered on our own, they remind us that we are fallible in our decision-making. And I tell you about this one in particular so that you know that I am not above making such silly errors. I tend to curate out most of the images I don't consider worth the time to post or your time to see. I edit down to the good stuff, which really means the stuff that I like for one reason and another. And I think with practice and by limiting how much I post I tend to only share the stuff that is noteworthy for good reasons. But that can easily lead to the mistaken perception that maybe I don't make the same mistakes you make. That I don't screw up my calculations or forget something simple and obvious. Well trust me, I do. And sometimes it works out and sometimes it doesn't. On this case I got lucky, no thanks to my past self.
Hasselblad 500C
Rollei RPX 25
...relating to the first in comments!
A few things can be described about this. The location is Bingsjö in Sweden, Päckosgården to be more exact. Once the home of a musician...
This year I will try to stay away from the cruising nights and concentrate on this place ;) More to come on that...
Documents relating to the Spanish colonial empire are kept in the Archivo General de Indias in Seville. It is considered to be the most comprehensive and important archive for the Spanish colonial era. The building and archive have been a World Heritage Site since 1987.
The valuable files and documents are of course well protected these days, so that only mock-ups are on the shelves in the rooms that can be visited...
تـقبل آلله طآعـتكم (F)
سوره آلكهف ; alqaree.com/Fares.htm
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June 05, 2016
Villatic:
[vi-lat-ik]
adjective
1. of or relating to the country or to a farm; rural.
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It's a cool, gray and rainy Sunday here which is perfect for some quality time in the kitchen!
We desperately need the rain, and I really needed to get caught up and ready for the work week ahead by preparing food so the rain is working out just fine for me.
The garden is being watered and I'm not tempted to go sit out in the sun with a good book. Win, win!
I bought a lot of basil plants this week and so I was on the hunt for a recipe that would work for Sweet Sunday, then I got it in my head that I needed scones for the week which narrowed down my search until I came across this!
In the future, I think I would double the basil, lessen the strawberries and maybe throw some jam in the mix for additional flavour, but this reccipe is not a bad starting point!
Recipe:
Ingredients:
3 cups of flour
1/3 cup of sugar
1 teaspoon of salt
2 1/2 teaspoons of baking powder
1/2 teaspoon of baking soda
3/4 cup of unsalted butter, cut into small chunks
1 cup of buttermilk
1 cup chopped of fresh strawberries
1/4 cup of fresh chopped basil
1 tablespoon of buttermilk, for brushing
Brown sugar for sprinkling
Directions:
01. Preheat oven to 400 degrees F.
02. Mix together dry ingredients in a large bowl from flour - baking soda.
03. Add butter and mix using pastry cutter, a knife or your hands, until mixture resembles coarse meal.
04. Add buttermilk and mix until just combined. Fold in strawberries and basil.
05. Lightly dust flour onto work surface. Divide dough in half. Working with one batch at a time, shape dough into 3/4 inch thick circle. Cut into 8 wedges.
06. Lay on baking sheet lined with parchment paper.
07. Repeat with other dough.
08. Brush tops of scones with buttermilk and sprinkle with brown sugar.
09. Bake for 15-20 minutes or until golden brown.
Hope everyone is having a Sweet Sunday!
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Relating to my previous image, information board at WWT Slimbridge giving details about the Crested or Southern Screamer www.flickr.com/photos/juliek1967/35849656142/in/dateposted/ (hope this is OK for Wing Wednesday too Ash) HWW & HSS!
El título viene porque la hice en el barranco de La Encantada, cuyo nombre viene de una leyenda que relata que los moros escondieron un fabuloso tesoro en una cueva del barranco y que para su custodia lo dejaron bajo la protección de una doncella encantada, que, una vez cada cien años, se deja ver entre las solitarias peñas del barranco y quien la encuentre será el dueño de las fabulosas riquezas ocultas por el encantamiento.
La dama en cuestión es una hembra joven de Chalcolestes viridis.
En el río Serpis, cerca de Planes (Alicante) España
The title comes because I made it in the gully of La Encantada, whose name comes from a legend that relates that the Moors hid a fabulous treasure in a cave in the ravine and that for their custody they left it under the protection of an enchanted maiden, who, once every hundred years, it is allowed to be seen among the lonely rocks of the ravine and whoever finds it will be the owner of the fabulous riches hidden by the enchantment.
The lady in question is a young female of Chalcolestes viridis.
On the river Serpis, near Planes (Alicante) Spain
The International Bomber Command Centre (IBCC) a memorial relating the historical impact of and on Bomber Command during the Second World War. Located on Canwick Hill, overlooking the city of Lincoln in Lincolnshire.
The city of Lincoln was selected for the location of the IBCC because 27 RAF Bomber Command stations (over a third of all Bomber Command stations) were based in the county during World War II. The large amount of airfields led to Lincolnshire being nicknamed the "Bomber County".
Located at Canwick Hill, the centre is just under two and half miles from RAF Waddington, which suffered the greatest losses of any Bomber Command station, and close to the former Avro aircraft production facility at Bracebridge Heath. A view of Lincoln Cathedral, a prominent landmark for aircrews, forms an important part of the vista from the centre of the Memorial Spire.
The aim of the IBCC is to tell the personal stories of members of the RAF Bomber Command, ground crew and civilians impacted by the bombing campaigns during the Second World War. The centre will also provide a comprehensive record of the role of Bomber Command's squadrons and to digitally display historical documentation and photographs relating to the activity of Bomber Command.
Within the grounds of the International Bomber Command Centre the Spire Memorial was erected on 10 May 2015. The memorial is a spire, reflecting the connection to Lincoln Cathedral. Created out of Corten A weathering steel, it is based on the dimensions of the wingspan of a Lancaster bomber, being 102ft high and 16ft at the base. The Spire was officially unveiled in October 2015 to an audience of 3,600 guests including 312 Bomber veterans.
The spire is encircled by walls carrying the names of all 57,871 men and women who gave their lives whilst serving in or supporting Bomber Command. This is the only place in the world where all these losses are memorialised.
Information Source:
June 25, 2011.
This is my sister
I'm only getting started. I won't blackout
Thank you so much Meggie for the testimonial :)
I've been thinking for a long while over the topic of meeting new people, and watching the previous ones leave as new ones enter.
Maybe everyone is meant to meet one monster in their lives, the ghost of their past that whispers in the haunting darkness, the one shadow that will never let them go. It awakens in the night, waiting for the hours to tick by so it can press its suffocating weight onto your shoulders. Insomnia keeps your eyes wide open, allowing you to feel the pressure from the shadow.
There's no escaping, because nightmares only materialise in pure silence, when your thoughts are fleeing in hurried bursts from your mind. When the only sound is the jagged edge of your breath catching in the ragged air. When your hands are clenched in tight little grips on the sheets, and you feel an inconsolable sense of grief.
All that you have lost, and the pain you have gone through, slowly collected in that one shadow, all weighing down on you. All the memories. All the recollections. They're all waiting in the dark to come back and haunt you.
Remembering a memory is akin to taking a blurred photograph and putting it in your pocket. You will always remember what happened in that instant, but not too clearly; yet clearly enough to know the general details. And try as you might, you will never be able to change the memory. Because it has already been printed, and it has become a fact of life.
The chapel features, on its three walls, frescoed scenes relating to the Universal Flood, the Entrance of the Animals into the Ark, the End of the Flood and Noah's Drunkenness. The compositions are characterised by outdoor visions marked by the presence of human figures and animals, both depicted on a small scale. The painter's attention seems to be focused on the description of the variety of animals and birds, without, however, failing to dwell on the more intensely dramatic scenes, such as the cases of those who drown, going as far as the cold analysis of the corpses strewn on the ground after the Flood. The stories of the Flood are linked to the fresco of the Baptism of Christ that faces them in the cloistered church, as a foreshadowing of that moment of salvation, according to what St Peter makes clear in the First Epistle (3:20-21): "God in his longsuffering waited in the days of Noah for the ark to be built, in which eight people in all found escape from the water, a figure, this one, of the Baptism that now saves us".
Historical-critical information: In these frescoes, Aurelio Luini displays an unprecedented propensity for storytelling and narration for its own sake, which results in a smug amusement directed above all at the descriptive rendering of the various animal species, rendered with an almost lenticular meticulousness. As the son of Bernardino Luini, who was active for many years in San Maurizio, Aurelio showed undisputed talent for painting, which led him to collaborate with his older brother Giovan Pietro from 1555 onwards. Here, as in other cases, Aurelio exhibits the peculiar characteristics of his painting, sustained by an exuberant expressive emphasis that is fully in line with contemporary 'Mannerism'. The naturalistic taste manifested in the frescoes of the Noah's Ark chapel also reflects the interest that Aurelio, a member of the Accademia della Val di Blenio (run by Giovan Paolo Lomazzo), had always shown in Leonardo's research.
I met this giraffe doing a feeding type of this and boy was he only there for the food and that’s it which is obviously pretty relatable I think
hi everyone (✿◠‿◠)
I was in such a rut about these markings because i wanted something more interesting, yet related to christmas. SO I have decided to incorporate some of my ancestor pagan drawings which relate to Winter Solstice! It comes out at THE SUMMONING: KRAMPUS on the 13th!
INCLUDES: Omega applier (created with genus in-mind) & BOM with full markings and pieces, where you can mix and match <3
Hope you enjoy~ ♥
NO LM YET!
Eidetic: relating to or denoting mental images having unusual vividness and detail, as if actually visible. Gainesville Florida 9/8/24
People respond in accordance to how you relate to them. If you approach them on the basis of violence, that's how they'll react. But if you say, 'We want peace, we want stability,' we can then do a lot of things that will contribute towards the progress of our society
Nelson Mandela
Las personas responden de acuerdo a la forma en que te relacionas con ellos. Si te acercas a ellos sobre la base de la violencia, eso es cómo reaccionarán. Pero si usted dice, "Queremos paz, queremos estabilidad, 'entonces podemos hacer un montón de cosas que van a contribuir al progreso de nuestra sociedad
La vie de Martha Desrumeaux est relatée par exemple dans cette video :
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qdFB2fYszg8
Pour les amateurs de street art en Ile-de-France, il faut faire un tour place du colonel Fabien à Paris. Devant le bâtiment symbole et siège du parti communiste français sont affichés 11 grands portraits de figures résistantes du parti, portraits réalisés par le street artiste C215, pour fêter à sa façon le centenaire du PCF (le parti communiste français fut créé à l'issue du congrès de Tours qui se déroula du 25 au 30 décembre 1920...).
C'est plutôt l'aspect "résistants de la seconde guerre mondiale" qui est mis en avant, plutôt que l'aspect communiste. Le PCF est malgré tout très visible puisque les portraits sont réalisés sur des fac-similés de pages de l'Huma de 1945, un temps alors fort stalinien.
Elysian (E•ly•sian): relating to, or characteristics of heaven or paradise. | Model: @ktmkvi
So I'm finally posting personal work. Took this awhile ago with my friend. I really really wanted to get out and go explore. We decided to go check out these waterfalls by my house & do a shoot. It was super cold. So cold that nobody was even at this park. We climbed down to the base and walked right over the ice. Large portions of the water was frozen so it made it easy getting over by the waterfall. After a while we both started getting cold and packed up.