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Desde el rio Huécar me llega el eco de los tristes lamentos de Catalina, que cual gemidos de Sirena retumban entre las rocas y me llevan por el sendero al lugar de su locura .Hay quien muere de Amor !!!... ( Basado en leyendas de Cuenca )F.O.G.
From the river Huécar the wind brings me the echo of the sad cries of Catherine, which moans resound Sirena among the rocks and lead me down the path to the place of his madness .There who dies of Love !!! ... ( based on legends of Cuenca) F.O.G.
The Fulling Mill across the River Alre dates from the 13th century. It is now a private house and it was saved from dereliction in 1951 when it was renovated and the now beautiful garden laid out. It had become derelict having fallen into disuse in the 19th century when the cloth industry established large mills to undertake an increasingly mechanised process taking all of the business from established local mills.
The fulling of cloth is a process to tighten and shrink the cloth into a closely woven product. In early times the pressing and kneading was done by human feet, in shallow streams, using fullers earth. By medieval times water power was being used to drive hammers to do the work once done by human feet. The water mills constructed for this purposes were known as fulling mills and for centuries the surrounding area resounded to the hammering of the fulling stocks as they prepared the cloth.
Die Semperoper in Dresden mit dem Reiterstandbild des Königs Johann von Sachsen (1801 - 1873) im Vordergrund. Sie ist die Spielstätte der Staatsoper Dresden, die als ehemalige königliche Hofoper Sachsens eine lange geschichtliche Tradition hat. Die Oper befindet sich am Theaterplatz im historischen Stadtkern von Dresden in der Nähe der Elbe. Nach der Zerstörung 1945 wurde die Semperoper 1977 - 1985 rekonstruiert.
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The Semperoper in Dresden, with the equestrian statue of King John of Saxony (1801–1873) in the foreground. It is the home of the Dresden State Opera, an institution with a long historical tradition as the former royal court opera of Saxony. The opera house is located on Theaterplatz in Dresden's historic city center, near the Elbe River. After its destruction in 1945, the Semperoper was reconstructed between 1977 and 1985.
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And a poem to go with it from my best friend Bev www.flickr.com/photos/beverleyplaya/
when all the world's a stage
performances take place
History is remembered
we each do play our part
all around the world
it happens and records
events from yesteryears
and continues, with scripts rewritten
and indeed the scenery changes too
but all the world's a stage and
is what is written and seen always true
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MERRITT ISLAND NATIONAL WILDLIFE REGUGE, MERRITT ISLAND, FLORIDA, USA.
You'll need sharp eyes to catch sight of an American Bittern. This streaky, brown and buff heron can materialize among the reeds, and disappear as quickly, especially when striking a concealment pose with neck stretched and bill pointed skyward. These stealthy carnivores stand motionless amid tall marsh vegetation, or patiently stalk fish, frogs, and insects. They are at their most noticeable in spring, when the marshes resound with their odd booming calls that sounds like the gulps of a thirsty giant.
Nikon D7200 with Nikon 500mm f4 G ED VR lens
1/1250 F8 ISO 800
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I lift up my eyes to the mountains—where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.
Psalm 121:1,2
[Esp. / Eng.]
Nave lateral de la iglesia del Real Monasterio de Santa María de Veruela (ss. XII - XIII). Aragón, España.
“In iniquitatibus conceptus sum: et in peccatis concepit me mater mea.”
Al resonar este versículo y dilatarse sus ecos retumbando de bóveda en bóveda, se levantó un alarido tremendo, que parecía un grito de dolor arrancado a la Humanidad entera por la conciencia de sus maldades, un grito horroroso, formado de todos los lamentos del infortunio, de todos los aullidos de la desesperación, de todas las blasfemias de la impiedad; concierto monstruoso, digno intérprete de los que viven en el pecado y fueron concebidos en la iniquidad.
Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer (Sevilla 1836 - 1870) – Leyenda 18: El Miserere
Lateral aisle of the church of the Royal Veruela Abbey (XIIth - XIIIth century). Aragon, Spain.
”In iniquitatibus conceptus sum: et in peccatis concepit me mater mea”.
As the words of this verse resounded and its echoes reverberated through the church, a terrible wail arose that sounded like a cry of pain from all Humanity for the awareness of their sins; it was a horrible cry produced by all the laments of misfortune, all the shouts of desperation, all the oaths of blasphemy; a monstrous presentation, a worthy interpretation of those who live in sin and were conceived in a state of iniquity.
Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer (Sevilla 1836 - 1870) – Leyenda 18: El Miserere
Pale September, I wore the time like a dress that year
The autumn days swung soft around me, like cotton on my skin
But as the embers of the summer lost their breath and disappeared
My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within
But then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full
And sank in the burrows of my keep
And all my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep
He goes along just as a water lily
Gentle on the surface of his thoughts his body floats
Unweighed down by passion or intensity
Yet unaware of the depth upon which he coasts
And he finds a home in me
For what misfortune sows, he knows my touch will reap
And all my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep
River Lagan, Belfast
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When peace like a river attendeth my way,
when sorrows like sea billows roll;
whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
"It is well, it is well with my soul."
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
let this blest assurance control:
that Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
and has shed his own blood for my soul.
My sin oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
my sin, not in part, but the whole,
is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more;
praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
O Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
the clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
the trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend;
even so, it is well with my soul.
(Horatio Spafford, 1828-1888)
It is Carnival, this weekend, so for those who are celebrating it, this origami Lion Mask, perhaps as an inspiration ;-))
Happy Sunday ;-))
A little description from the origami-master Yoshizawa himself:
"During Japanese festivals, a large banner will flutter at the entrance to the village and the notes of the flute and the banging of kagura drums, the sacred music of Shinto, will resound everywhere as dancers wearing traditional lion masks pour into the streets."
""Introduction by Robert J. Lang in the book "Akira Yoshizawa - Japan's Greatest Origami Master:
Akira Yoshizawa is considered by many to be the father of the modern origami movement. At first glance, one might wonder why this would be so. After all, origami is an ancient art within Japan, and we find examples of paper-folding in many other ancient cultures, even in the Americas over a thousand years ago. Yoshizawa-sensei was certainly not the only Japanese artist creating original designs in the mid-20th century. It is fair to say, however, that he was by far the most influential origami artist. By the end of the 20th century, origami had become a worldwide passion and an art of astounding diversity, with active societies and creative artists in many countries on nearly every continent. If, however, you trace the origami lineage of any given artist—who they learned from, who they were inspired by—while their roots may be manifold and diverse, the deepest roots lie within the Japanese folding art, and the majority of those roots pass through the work and inspiration of this man.""
Model: Lion Mask
Design: Akira Yoshizawa
Diagrams in the book:
- Akira Yoshizawa - Japan's Greatest Origami Master
and
- Beautiful Origami by Akira Yoshizawa
Folded from one piece of deco-paper, 15x15cm. Final size 6cm x 9,5cm.
big big hugs to all of you..........
this one goes out to my dear friend Philippe Sainte-Laudy.
miss my alsace......
look HeRe for his wonderful website, where I picked the texture I used for this picture.
merci, mon cher ami......
my friends, as you have noticed life is buzy here, my first course is soon over and I am a very good student.
thank you all for your friendship.
take all good care
see you soon
The main monument of Mamayev Kurgan is the 85—meter sculpture "Motherland is calling!"This is, first of all, Mamayev Kurgan, the symbol of Volgograd and the Volgograd region, one of the main symbols of the Great Victory. Looking forward, as if in flight, the figure of a woman, a mother, with a sword in her hands, raises her sons to fight the enemy. Against the background of the sky, she looks like a bird soaring high.Once at the foot of the "Motherland", you fully understand how huge it is: the height of the woman's figure is 52 meters, which corresponds to the height of a person increased by 30 times. At the same time, the total height of the Motherland is 85 meters to the highest point - the tip of the sword..............................
I congratulate you all on the greatest holiday — Victory Day! I wish you only peaceful days and good news, sunny skies above your head and peace of mind in every home. Let children's laughter resound in every corner of the earth, and war will never touch even a small part of your life. I wish all of us happiness in every breath and the most wonderful feeling that there is life with all its charms. The great Victory Day has left its mark for centuries. We sincerely thank those who fought, are proud of them, and cherish their eternal memory. May peace, pacification, friendship, unity flourish around, there will be no wars, losses and tears. May good always overcome evil, and may a happy time full of smiles and joy reign. Happy Victory Day, my friends!!!
The distinctive warning call of the Curlew,our largest wading bird, resounds around the Northern Uplands of the uk in spring & early summer where they return each year to breed
Normally a very wary bird but when they have young chicks nearby they can be quite bold. This one approached just to within a few yards of me,obviously letting me know its young family was nearby.
Needless to say I heeded the warning and left it in peace.
Taken in the Peak District.
Les grenouilles vertes font sans aucun doute partie des batraciens les plus souvent observés et les mieux connus du grand public. Au printemps et en été, leur chant retentit aux abords des points d’eau, de jour comme de nuit. Durant la journée, les grenouilles vertes se chauffent au soleil sur la berge, d’où elles peuvent sauter dans l’eau pour se réfugier en cas de danger. Les palmures bien développées des pattes postérieures font d’elles d’excellentes nageuses. Les grenouilles vertes d’Europe forment un groupe comptant plusieurs espèces et variétés proches les unes des autres, dont deux seulement sont indigènes : la Grenouille de Lessona, Pelophylax lessonae Camerano 1882, et la Grenouille verte proprement dite, Pelophylax esculentus Linnaeus 1758. La Grenouille de Lessona est une espèce à part entière, tandis que la Grenouille verte est une espèce hybride, issue du croisement entre la Grenouille de Lessona et la Grenouille rieuse, Pelophylax ridibunda Pallas 1771, à l’origine une espèce exotique. Celle-ci a en effet été introduite au 20e siècle dans plusieurs régions de Suisse.
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Green frogs are undoubtedly one of the most frequently observed amphibians and best known to the general public. In spring and summer, their song resounds near water points, day and night. During the day, green frogs bask in the sun on the shore, where they can jump into the water to take refuge in case of danger. The well-developed webs of the hind legs make them excellent swimmers. The European green frogs are a group of several closely related species and varieties, of which only two are native: the Lessona Frog, Pelophylax lessonae Camerano 1882, and the Green Frog proper, Pelophylax esculentus Linnaeus 1758. The Frog de Lessona is a species in its own right, while the Green Frog is a hybrid species, resulting from the cross between the Lessona's Frog and the Common Frog, Pelophylax ridibunda Pallas 1771, originally an exotic species. It was indeed introduced in the 20th century in several regions of Switzerland.
Pensée du jour :
Ca vous parle ? Ca résonne en vous ? Ca vous interpelle ? Oui ? Mais quoi.. That speaks to you. That resounds in you. It makes you think. Yes? But what... Das spricht mit Ihnen. Das hallt in Ihnen. Das ruft Sie zu. Ja? Aber was.... Ciò vi parla. Ciò risuona in voi. Ciò vi apostrofa. Sì? Ma che cosa...
"Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along"
- Rumi
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=0qGbtW1THC8
MICHAEL BALL & IL DIVO
The overhead storm clouds cast their shadows
washing away the pride in me
pride comes before a fall
I learned that at my father's knee
or was it that I just misremembered
perhaps it was pride comes before a fool
it matters less in this definitive moment
it may always remain a mystery
I listen hard for signs of rain
I imagine the coolness on my skin
I thought I heard a rumble of thunder
is it true that rain will wash away our sins
for surely we have taken a wrong turning
this blessed heat without humidity
the dew drops sparkle in the sunlight
a mirage mirroring my humility
rosé rosée like pink champagne
smooth like cultured pearls it seems
like the many facets of a zillion diamonds
have been erased in many sultry dreams
wish that I could stay in this moment
give up the fight for any more
be contented; savour and relish
these small things that should be adored
but in my reverie I am safe
and the waters I paddle are extremely shallow
but that's not me, I must take the plunge
swim out of my depth; the wickless tallow
melts in the hot relentless sun
emerging now beneath it's shroud
the ether smells so strong of ozone
by the sea as dissolving clouds
dissipate and my anticipation
disappears like urban myths
that once seemed honest, true and permanent
but now appear rarified as Scotch mist
I play the music it fills the air
the ivory keys invisibly stained with blood
the ebony hardened like the wounded stare
of civilisations misunderstood
when will we learn to be as one
is it so hard to find harmony
the rhythm of Mendelssohn's fragmented vision
resounds in my ears and soothing me
I pick up the notes with nimble fingers
disperse them into the universe
hoping that someone, somewhere will hear them
and heal our planet, not make it worse
transferring thoughts like transference of scores
of tiny notes that alone have only partial impact
I begin to play a different theme tune to my life
love changes everything; to me that is a fact.
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In 1825 Carl Ludwig Blume (1796-1862), deputy director of the Kebun Raya, the 'Great Garden' of Bogor/Buitenzorg on Java, had already given a rather sparse and dry description of this pretty orchid. Eleven years later he waxes considerably more enthusiastic in the journal Rumphia, named of course for great Georg Eberhard Rumphius (1628-1702), the blind botanist of Ambon. Now in 1836 it has become one of the most beautiful orchids of Java with flowers colored intensely lilac.
By this time Blume had been forced for reasons of health to return to Holland, where he became director of the Rijksherbarium (then at Brussels and still part of The Netherlands, later moved to Leiden and today subsumed into famous Naturalis). Perhaps he'd become homesick for the Bright Colors of the East Indies and allows that to resound in his description.
Blume, by the way, was an arrogant man who did not eschew colorful words in his scholarly and administrative duties ( see my www.flickr.com/photos/87453322@N00/6683623619/in/photolis...).
Common Goldeneye (female)
The Common Goldeneye is a chunky little sea duck — the tribe Mergini. In flight its wings make a soft whistling sound, giving rise to its specific name clangula, from the Latin clangere ‘to resound’ or ‘clang’! Their habitat includes forested areas bordering lakes, streams and wetlands.
This goldeneye’s diet is varied throughout the year but is mainly animal; aquatic invertebrates (molluscs, crustaceans, worms, insects and their larvae), amphibians, small fish and their spawn. Less than a quarter of it is plant matter. By placing some feed in a trough with stones, the foraging can help to keep bills in good order.
As a breeding rarity in the UK, this species is Amber-listed here.
Goldeneye are popular in collections in Europe and North America. Many find the breeding success to be better if several pairs are kept together. The drakes seem to enjoy showing off to impress their ducks and the display is very interesting to watch. Wild birds typically gather in small winter courting parties. The resulting pair bonds remain strong until mid-incubation.
“The real power of the Buddha was that he had so much love. He saw people trapped in their notions of small separate self, feeling guilty or proud of that self, and he offered revolutionary teachings that resounded like a lion's roar, like a great rising tide, helping people to wake up and break free from the prison of ignorance.”
- Thich Nhat Hanh
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=QvsQ9hYKq7c
THE LION SLEEPS TONIGHT – Oh these guys are from a French cartoon that I loved to watch … Pat et Stanley!!! Enjoy! :-D
Deep in the forest the King silently smiles
far from his homeland; thousands of miles
yet still in this forest he is undoubtedly King
as wise as he's stronger than most every thing
I linger; I long for a meeting with him
proud and majestic through thick and thin
in the quiet of the forest; I click on a whim
he does not stir from where he lays; I am nothing to him
The silence is eerie then he purrs like a kitten
his fur is so fluffy like a warm Winter mitten
but beneath his soft façade lies the heart of a lion
the King of the jungle on whom all can rely on
There are many females surrounding him aware
that eyes are upon him and they start to stare
perhaps they are jealous or perhaps inwardly laugh
at this girl with her camera craning her neck like a giraffe
I stay awhile longer and was happy to see
that the King and his harem look contented to me
in front of me I spot that someone hangs out of their car window
do they not realise these cats can strike fast and cut them like Zorro
The moment passed quickly and I breathed a sigh of relief
that the King did not roar but yawned and bared sharp teeth
the foolishness of us humans is no surprise to him at all
he knows he could maim us; though he looks tame and could maul
Even a domestic cat could rip our faces to shreds
if we tease them or rile them or forget they're not fed
so the moral of this story is to be always kind
and the King will shrug his shoulders; go to sleep and not mind
After all we're the ones who pay handsomely
whereas the King and his subjects can see us for free
so who is the wisest; us humans or the lions
well the King knows the answer if we ignore all the signs
Up ahead the Safari jeeps are heading for home
so we bid the King goodbye and leave him to roam
and tonight I will dream of Tarzan and I will be Jane
as the Lion King of the Jungle will be at home ...
shampooing his mane! ; 0))))
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Thanks for visiting. I am very grateful for the very kind comments and faves.
Enjoy a very happy week, dear friends <3
As golden leaves descend, like nature's confetti thrown,
The geese take to the sky, in formations all their own.
Their honking cries resound, a song of ancient lore,
As they wing their way back home, to lands they've seen before.
An American Bittern catches a frog at a swamp inside the Montezuma National Wildlife Refuge in Seneca Falls, upstate New York.
The American bittern is a species of wading bird in the heron family. It has a Nearctic distribution, breeding in Canada and the northern and central parts of the United States, and wintering in the U.S. Gulf Coast states, all of Florida into the Everglades, the Caribbean islands and parts of Central America (Source: Wikipedia).
You'll need sharp eyes to catch sight of an American Bittern. This streaky, brown and buff heron can materialize among the reeds, and disappear as quickly, especially when striking a concealment pose with neck stretched and bill pointed skyward. These stealthy carnivores stand motionless amid tall marsh vegetation, or patiently stalk fish, frogs, and insects. They are at their most noticeable in spring, when the marshes resound with their odd booming calls that sounds like the gulps of a thirsty giant (Source: www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/American_Bittern/overview)
Woods resound with the distinctive call of the Chiffchaff at the moment.
Thank you all for your kind responses.
This Veterans Day
Our gratitude is spread
In fields of courage
Where heroes tread
Through battles fought
In silence and roar
Honor to those who served
Forevermore
With hearts of valor
And spirits so high
They defended freedom
Beneath the sky
In uniformed pride
A steadfast brigade
For love of country & honor
They stood unswayed
The echoes of valor
A hymn in the air
Resound for the brave
Our gratitude we declare
To those who served
Our respect we send
On this day of honor
To our eternal friends
- Callie Code
In Honor of All Who Serve and Have Served.
Thank you for your sacrifice.
You'll need sharp eyes to catch sight of an American Bittern. This streaky, brown and buff heron can materialize among the reeds, and disappear as quickly, especially when striking a concealment pose with neck stretched and bill pointed skyward. These stealthy carnivores stand motionless amid tall marsh vegetation, or patiently stalk fish, frogs, and insects. They are at their most noticeable in spring, when the marshes resound with their odd booming calls that sounds like the gulps of a thirsty giant.
Thanks for the visits, faves and comments its greatly appreciated.
Wakodahatchee Wetlands.
This duck organizes the chaotic sounds in the spring-concert that resounds everywhere at the moment.
This is a bird I see regularly in Scotland from where most of my siskin pics are sourced.
They were once regulars along with the redpolls in our English garden. Then abut 10 years or more since they suddenly stopped coming.
This year however they are back in force. Numbers briefly dropped whilst we were in Scotland, but once again the garden resounds to their noisy chattering.
I have counted at least 15 this week, buy numbers I am sure are much higher.
I expect they will feature in my feed for sometime.
Although numbers have dropped to around 10 it's great to still have these beauties in the garden
Siskin - Spinus Spinus
Our garden
Many thanks as always to all those kind enough to view fave and comment on my photos.
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An eagle soared so low, so near, in silence so profound,
My spirit soars, heart resounds, pa-pound pa-pound pa-pound.
During the spring my garden resounds with cries of love ...
All the males covet to woo the peahens, but only the Alpha claims the right ...
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Adventure set -☆
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In this extraordinary workshop, she watches over the mechanical heart of time, pipe in hand. Every gear, every cog is a secret that only she understands. Armed with her elegance and expertise, she is the guardian of this intricate mechanism where past and future collide.
Each tick and tock resounds like a mechanical melody, perfectly in sync with her breath. Between mystery and precision, she alone holds the power to restore order... or unleash chaos.
Upon this day when time’s soft shadows stray,
On Saturday my heart’s for you alone,
Through tangled dreams that twist and wind away.
The world in hues of gray begins to sway,
A labyrinth where whispered winds have blown,
Upon this day when time’s soft shadows stray.
In kaleidoscopes of dusk and light’s decay,
Your name resounds—a melancholic tone—
Through tangled dreams that twist and wind away.
The clock’s confused hands falter, lose their way,
In mazes carved from whispers overgrown,
Upon this day when time’s soft shadows stray.
O’er petals faded, memories betray,
A garden where the night has always known,
Through tangled dreams that twist and wind away.
So here I stand, adrift, in love’s display,
On Saturday my heart’s for you alone,
Through tangled dreams that twist and wind away,
Upon this day when time’s soft shadows stray.
Can you hear the sirens resound?
From the coastline of Ireland tonight
It's the song of a promising heart
Of the souls that the ocean unite
And she stands by the window alone
Staring into the rain
She is trying to guide his way home
From the waters that keep them apart
So she lights up a candle for hope to be found
Captive and blind by the darkness around
Firm as a mountain, she never will mourn
Timeless awaiting the break of dawn
Can you hear the sailor man's hymn?
As it comes with the rise of the tide
It is sung where the rainbow begins
As a comfort for the tears she has cried
She remains by the window alone
Staring into the rain
She is trying to guide his way home
Keeps on praying for god to protect him
She lights up a candle for hope to be found
Captive and blind by the darkness around
Each wave a promise, a new hope reborn
Sunrise consoles at the break of dawn
At dawn in Sedilo, the day just born,
Ready riders, their hearts adorn.
For San Costantino, the race begins,
An ancient rite, of faith and sins.
In the air, the rifle shots resound,
Echo of passion, in fertile ground.
Under the blue sky, in a golden morn,
The Ardia lives, in every Sardinian heart it's born.
All'alba in Sedilo, il giorno appena nato,
Cavalieri pronti, il cuore palpitato.
Per San Costantino, la corsa ha inizio,
un rito antico, di fede e sacrificio.
Nell'aria risuonano i colpi di fucile,
Echo di passione, nello spazio fertile.
Sotto il cielo azzurro, in un mattino d'oro,
L'Ardia vive, in ogni cuore sardo.
What do you call an overcast when it's below your feet? This is a situation that occurs quite often here in the Blue Ridge. The drive up was not just foggy, but also dark... quite foreboding in terms of my expectations, and yet, beauty was there to be revealed from my perch at Rough Ridge. To the left far below, you can see the bridge from which I took this image: www.flickr.com/photos/snapdraggin/30494945821/in/datepost....
Clouds like these seem so much like ocean billows where the mountain tops poke through like islands... it reminded of the hymn It is Well with My Soul, which seems timely given the upset of late with our nation and with others around the world. A little lesson concerning this encouraging song for those who do not know: Horatio Spafford was a successful Chicago lawyer who had invested in property throughout the city... already devastated by the death of his two-year-old son, the Great Chicago Fire of 1871 left him in financial ruin. While the economic downturn of 1873 made matters worse for him, he decided to go through with plans he and his family made to travel Europe. At the last minute, he sent his family ahead of him, as he was delayed with concerns of zoning problems after the fire. While crossing the Atlantic aboard the SS Ville du Havre, the ship sank rapidly after a collision with another vessel, the Loch Earn, and all four of Spafford's daughters died. His wife Anna survived and sent him the now famous telegram, "Saved alone …". Shortly afterward, as Spafford traveled to meet his grieving wife, he was inspired to write these astounding words as his ship passed near where his daughters had died:
When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
It is well, (it is well),
With my soul, (with my soul)
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life,
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
But Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul.
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
"Undercast" seems descriptive of a general mood of late... perhaps understanding that though times may be seemingly perilous, even so, it is well with my soul. Just so you know, Horatio Stafford and his wife went on to forge extraordinary lives in trying times... so should we all.
A stunning version of this song by 4 Him: www.youtube.com/watch?v=_jc0a1CwaeM
Remember the quiet wonders. The world has more need of them than it has for warriors.
~Charles de Lint
I've been going through my Rainier images, and decided that I couldn't wait to post this one. Quiet, moody landscapes speak to the heart of me. The way the stillness wraps around a person, the way the mind calms, the breath slows. I am a quiet person in general, and I think that something about these landscapes resounds with me.
Taken with my Hasselblad 500 C/M at Tipsoo Lake in Mt. Rainier National Park.
0:00-0:24 Dark Viking Midsummer - 0:25-0:45 Summer Solstice Altar Sound
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Run fox. Out from their homes come the hunters and hounds. Keep ear to wind for their thunderous resound.
“Life has pounded me down
and thrashed me around,
Time and time again,
But I always get right back up,
Because I still love life -
Just as the earth still loves
The rain.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=j4ggyO-OFXU
I LOVE MY LIFE – ROBBIE WILLIAMS
I LOVE TO BE FREE
I love my life
I love to be free
and if you can't allow that
then you are not for me
I am like the mist
that floats in with the tide
I am like the butterfly
that flutters deep inside
every time I look into your eyes
and see the clouds passing by
I know what you are telling me
yet I sense your reluctance to say goodbye
for me who only ever says au revoir
it proves a little bit hard to bear
but I see that it is true for you
so I will walk away and shelter you from my tears
because how can I be free if you don't feel it too
it's not one rule for me and a different one for you
so I will do what your eyes are asking of me
and I will fly away high to the mountains
and soar among eagles; absorb all their mysteries
and I will set us both to fly far away and free
and the angels will guide us to our true destinies
never say never because you never can know
in this strange world that we live in
how far destiny will go
our worlds may collide long after our feelings have died
and like the phoenix you know me to be
our love may resurrect; float in on the tide
deeper next time; as deep as the sea
but for now we must live as we loved and give it our all
so that if we are meant for each other
next time we'll be tall
and stand high above the mysteries of the Universe
shine brighter than all of the stars
be more meaningful than any of this verse
glow bigger and better than Venus or Mars
our love will be warmer than the heat from the Sun
the Big Bang will seem quieter
more distant than the drums
that beat rhythmically as our hearts resound
and as they pound away proclaiming our love
and the music our souls sing
will sound all the more sweeter
than all of the angels in the heavens above.
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Let the heavens rejoice, let the earth be glad;
let the sea resound, and all that is in it.
Let the fields be jubilant, and everything in them;
let all the trees of the forest sing for joy.
Let all creation rejoice before the LORD, for he comes,
he comes to judge the earth.
He will judge the world in righteousness
and the peoples in his faithfulness.
– Psalm 96:11-13
-SOOC-
If Your Not The One
Daniel Bedingfield
If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?
If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call?
If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all?
I never know what the future brings
But I know you're here with me now
We'll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
I don't wanna run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?
If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?
If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?
If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?
I don't know life so far away
But I know that its just a trip
We'll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
And I wish that you could be the one I die with
And I'm praying you're the one I'Ve build my home with
I hope I love you all my life
I don't wanna run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away
And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today
'Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right
And though I can't be with you tonight
You know my heart is by your side
I don’t wanna run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand
If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
Let the heavens rejoice, let the earth be glad;
let the sea resound, and all that is in it.
Let the fields be jubilant, and everything in them;
let all the trees of the forest sing for joy.
Let all creation rejoice before the LORD, for he comes,
he comes to judge the earth.
He will judge the world in righteousness
and the peoples in his faithfulness.
– Psalm 96:11-13
Today, One Billion Rising in Second Life invites YOU to rise with ONE voice in an important Campaign of unity, courage, perseverance and love. Through the eye of your lens, we encourage you to capture the spirit of this cause, either through the perspective of one suffering at the hands of or rising/overcoming the suffering to live again. This distinction is significant to the purpose of this Campaign and together your voices with resound aloud with each image received as:
I Rise! Is the heart, soul and foundation of the mass call to action of the One Billion Rising Revolutionary Campaign, founded on February 14, 2012. To best understand the significance of this monumental show of solidarity, the description below is via the website:
"One Billion Rising is the biggest mass action to end violence against women (cisgender, transgender, and those who hold fluid identities that are subject to gender-based violence) in human history. (The reality that): 1 in 3 women across the planet will be beaten or raped during her lifetime. That’s ONE BILLION WOMEN AND GIRLS. Every February, we rise – in countries across the world – to show our local communities and the world what one billion looks like and shine a light on the rampant impunity and injustice that survivors most often face. We rise through dance to express joy and community and celebrate the fact that we have not been defeated by this violence. We rise to show we are determined to create a new kind of consciousness – one where violence will be resisted until it is unthinkable."
This declaration inspires survivors, as well as supporters to Rise and we invite YOU to take a stand TODAY, in the SL: One Billion Rising Campaign. We implore you to visit the OBR website, as well as the curated Pinterest, linked below to inspire your image. We understand the sensitive nature of this Campaign and the impact these images may provoke. However, in perusing of the website, we're certain you'll be empowered by the images of celebration, the marches and most of all, the courage, love as well as staggering rally of humanity against injustice.
EVERYONE is welcomed to participate as the Second Life One Billion Rising is a 24 hour, Multi Sim Event featuring live music, Poetry, dancing 2D and 3D Art exhibits. Please read over the guidelines below and RISE with us in ONE voice on Sunday, February 14th!
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Guidelines/Requirements:
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⏰ Deadline Image Submission: Monday February 1st
- Photos must be NEW and to the Campaign themes:
Theme "Still I Rise": Images depicting the tragedy, emotional anguish, mental exhaustion, physical suffering and struggle against one's abuser.
Theme "I Rise": Images depicting the overcoming of one's abusers and vigorous strive to live again. The showing of rallying support for and received from a survivor.
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IMAGE REQUIREMENTS:
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- You may submit more than one image. Please note, best effort will be given to display as many images received in the OBR Curator Gallery by Karen Hitchinson (FB) | Kess Crystal (InWorld) & Lawrence Pryce | InWorld: LawrenceD
- You do not have to recreate any of the images within the Pinterest Gallery. Each are for your inspiration, however if you choose to recreate, you are most welcome to do so. If you have any questions regarding your image, please contact Lawrence for assistance.
- The composition of the image is open, however you must follow the theme of the Campaign. Feel free to choose between black/white, monochrome, full color, fading/weathered, sepia and etc.
- Images are to be captured in human Adult avatar form only.
- Violence upon children or any depiction thereof is prohibited!
- Images may be cropped or full sized.
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IMAGE TAGGING:
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FLICKR:
- title: SL: One Billion Rising Campaign
- please tag Kess Crystal @ The Glamour Sauce & Lawrence D. Pryce
Facebook:
- please use the hyperlink: #SLOBRIRise and please tag Karen Hitchinson: tinyurl.com/wo7qyh3 & Lawrence Pryce: tinyurl.com/vakaxrc
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[Pinterest Gallery for Inspiration: www.pinterest.com/lawrencepryce/one-billion-rising-campai...
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If you should have any questions, concerns or need help, simply drop me a line InWorld, Facebook or a Flickr mail and I would be more than happy to assist.
Let's stand together in ONE Voice with One Billion Rising!
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SL: One Billion Rising Campaign | 2020: Gallery
The Galvanized Lens Photo Challenges: Gallery
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At every instant and from every side, resounds the call of Love:
We are going to sky, who wants to come with us?
Rumi
Pale September, I wore the time like a dress that year
The autumn days swung soft around me, like cotton on my skin
But as the embers of the summer lost their breath and disappeared
My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within
But then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full
And sank in the burrows of my keep
~ Fiona Apple
Song: Pale September
357 | 365
"The autumn days swung soft around me, like cotton on my skin. But as the embers of the summer lost their breath and disappeared, my heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within." - Fiona Apple
Listen: www.youtube.com/watch?v=hKA1tVb4u0g
[Titled after one of my very favorite songs by one of my very favorite artists, Fiona Apple. This entire image ended up being a bit of an ode to her, it would seem.
It is officially my favorite season of the year, and my birthday was just a little over a week ago--I am determined that from this time forward, things are going to start going my way. I can feel the winds of change blowing, and I feel in my bones that they're changing for the better.
I spent the day with one of my very favorite people, Austin, and we drove around looking for a location, got lost and stopped in a random field to shoot this, explored a rusted out bus in the middle of a forest, and closed the evening with delicious pho for dinner. We also reminded ourselves what it's like to spend hours out in the cold all to get the shot. I am starting to feel myself again.]
www.livemint.com/2009/10/10134750/Kashmir8217s-lost-gener...
As the evening call for prayers from Srinagar’s Hazratbal mosque resounds over the Dal Lake, Ajaz walks through one of the city’s many graveyards. The young man in worn-out jeans and a body-hugging T-shirt swaggers past unkempt tombstones, counting friends and family that are buried there—all 21 of them. He tells me how he can still see the smiling face of Mushtaq, who was his senior at school, and who would have been 27 this year. He tells me about another friend, Javed, who was his parents’ only son. The day he died, he was wearing Ajaz’s clothes
Javed was 23 and had spent the night at his house. Ajaz remembers that 6 hours after his death, when they took his body for burial, blood was still oozing from his bullet wounds.
Every epitaph here tells a story—the tragic story of a generation lost. Ajaz lingers for a bit, staring glassy-eyed into the distance, till he eventually snaps out of it. “Enough of this tragedy, let’s go have some fun.”
Ajaz is part of Kashmir’s “lost generation”, an entire generation of youth that has grown up in a Kashmir ravaged by 20 years of turmoil. They are an age group with no real ambitions or motivations, just a preoccupation with survival. Ajaz spends his days at 8 Ball, a smoky snooker den at Lal Chowk in the city centre. The parlour is inhabited by 15- to 20-year-olds. And this is their home turf, a place where they escape the tear gas and rubber bullets of the old city—to gamble and smoke all too many cigarettes. Some of the older boys such as Ajaz sometimes walk to the football ground nearby to show off their hairstyles, their sunglasses, their cigarettes, their tattoos and, sometimes, even their girls.
At the parlour, Ajaz lights up a little block of hashish and watches it crumble into his palm. Sajid, a boy with hard cheekbones and a black jacket with a woven trim, empties tobacco from a cigarette with his long fingers. He looks slightly mad for some reason.
Look at these boys closely and there’s a sense of overgrown teenage urgency and escape, the sense that all these details—the parting of the hair, the length of the fingernails, the jacket trim, the cigarette grip—matter greatly.
“Smoking up is haram (sin). But I can’t go through a day without rolling one. It helps us forget,” Ajaz tells me as Sajid grunts in approval.
Ajaz’s cellphone rings with a polyphonic rendition of a song from the Hindi movie Ghajini. It’s his girlfriend Farhana. They flirt awkwardly on the phone, the conversation no different than one two lovers would have in a Mumbai college.
This is the signal to step out. Ajaz first stops at Broadway Cinema, a bombed out theatre, the upper floors of which have now been converted into a bar. A couple of beer cans are procured and cigarette cartons are refilled. Ajaz then picks up Farhana from a pre-decided spot.
Once all of us are in an autorickshaw, Farhana lets Ajaz light her cigarette. She is dressed modestly in a salwar-kameez but she admits to wearing only jeans at home. “I want to go to Mumbai or Delhi, so that I can wear a skirt and be free—just like in the movies,” she tells me as the rickshaw speeds towards their hangout den, Dal Boulevard.
Ajaz waits till we’re in a shikara, or houseboat, to surprise Farhana with a can of beer. She pops it open and takes a sip. The boatman frowns but nonetheless, he manoeuvres the boat further away from the orthodoxy of Srinagar. The couple steal a kiss as a dark plume of smoke makes itself visible over the city. In Srinagar, there’s no time for love.