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Blue Heart Event, is a project whose origin goes back a few years ago, product of my experiences with autistic people in RL.
If Blue Heart Event made someone put their hearts in people with Autism, their needs, their problems ... I feel enormously happy, to have lit that spark. The work continues ... it is HUGE and any help may be imperceptible, but it counts ... and it must be done, in order to generate changes little by little.
Today I want to say THANK YOU, to all the designers, models, bloggers, collaborators ... to all the people that in one way or another united selflessly in this fight. All help is a treasure I will keep in my blue heart.
She's overflows with Grace.
She's overflows with Mercy.
She's overflows with Peace.
She's overflows with Wisdom.
She's overflows with Poise.
She's overflows with Honor.
She's overflows with Compassion.
She's overflows with Integrity.
She's overflows with Selfless Passion.
She's overflows with Classiness.
She's overflows with Tolerance.
She's overflows with Love in Place of Hate.
She's overflows with Gratefulness.
She's overflows with Appreciation.
These are just a few Things She overflows with.
And She does so so that She May overflow Into Others.
#NuHypeRepDay #NuHype #NuHypeVogue #NuHypeOrNothing #RepYoSquad
Das Wandgemälde von Mutter Teresa und Mahatma Gandhi in Chelsea, New York, ist ein Kunstwerk, das die beiden als Ikonen der Menschlichkeit darstellt. Es befindet sich in der Gegend um den Chelsea Market, einem belebten Ort, der für seine Kunstszene und kulturellen Vielfalt bekannt ist.
Oftmals sind solche Wandgemälde von lokalen oder international bekannten Street-Art-Künstlern gestaltet.
Das Wandgemälde würdigt Mutter Teresa und Mahatma Gandhi als weltweite Symbole für Selbstlosigkeit und Mitgefühl.
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The mural of Mother Teresa and Mahatma Gandhi in Chelsea, New York, is a work of art that depicts the two as icons of humanity. It is located in the area around Chelsea Market, a lively place known for its art scene and cultural diversity.
Such murals are often created by local or internationally renowned street artists.
The mural honors Mother Teresa and Mahatma Gandhi as global symbols of selflessness and compassion.
"... Plant sequoias. Say that your main crop is the forest that you did not plant, that you will not live to harvest. Say that the leaves are harvested when they have rotted into the mold. Call that profit. Prophesy such returns."
- Wendell Berry
Once upon a time, in the ancient town of Ravenwood, there stood a mysterious crypt, hidden deep within the depths of a forgotten graveyard. The crypt was known to be the final resting place of Lord Edgar Blackwood, a renowned writer of dark and captivating tales. Legends whispered that his spirit still lingered within, trapped in the realm of the living.
For centuries, the crypt had remained undisturbed until one fateful night when a bolt of lightning struck the decrepit tomb, causing its heavy stone doors to creak open. Inside, a lone skeleton lay atop a grand marble sarcophagus, a tattered quill clutched tightly in its bony hand. The spirit of Lord Edgar Blackwood had been awakened.
As the first moonlight streamed through the crypt's entrance, the ethereal presence of Lord Blackwood rose from his skeletal remains. Confused yet filled with a newfound purpose, he discovered that his afterlife had taken a curious twist. No longer was he simply a ghost haunting the crypt, but he had become a ghost writer, a specter with a talent for crafting tales of mystery and suspense.
Embracing this unusual fate, Lord Blackwood ventured beyond the confines of his crypt, seeking inspiration and stories from the living world. With each midnight hour, he materialized beside struggling authors, whispering words of encouragement and sharing his ghostly knowledge of storytelling. His spectral presence breathed life into their manuscripts, infusing them with a touch of his otherworldly magic.
Word of the enigmatic ghost writer began to spread throughout Ravenwood, and writers from far and wide sought out the crypt, hoping to receive the spectral muse's assistance. Aspiring novelists, poets, and playwrights would arrive at the graveyard, carrying their manuscripts and dreams.
The crypt became a sanctuary of creativity, where the writers would gather under the moonlit sky, surrounded by the quiet whispers of the deceased. Lord Blackwood, his ghostly form shimmering with an ethereal glow, would listen intently to their stories, offering suggestions and refining their ideas with his spectral wisdom. The writers, in turn, found their words flowing effortlessly, their pens guided by an otherworldly presence.
With Lord Blackwood's guidance, Ravenwood became a hub of literary brilliance. The town's libraries overflowed with spine-chilling tales and epic sagas that captured the hearts and imaginations of readers across the land. The ghost writer's influence extended beyond the crypt, inspiring a renaissance of storytelling throughout the town.
Yet, as time passed, Lord Blackwood felt a growing sense of longing. Despite the joy he found in aiding others, his own unfinished work lingered in the recesses of his ghostly mind. He yearned to complete his own masterpiece, a story that would stand the test of time and cement his legacy.
Determined, Lord Blackwood returned to his crypt, devoting himself to his own writing. Night after night, he toiled over his spectral desk, penning his final opus. His fellow writers respected his desire for solitude, knowing that the ghost writer had sacrificed his time and talents to uplift their stories.
When Lord Blackwood finally completed his magnum opus, a brilliant novel that blended the supernatural and the human experience, he chose a single writer to be his living conduit. Through a ghostly touch, he bestowed upon the chosen writer his final work, urging them to publish it under their name. It was his last act of selflessness, ensuring that his legacy would live on through another.
With his task complete, Lord Edgar Blackwood's spirit found peace. He returned to his sarcophagus, the quill slipping from his skeletal grasp as he faded into the eternal slumber of the crypt. Yet, his presence lingered, a gentle whisper of inspiration for generations of writers who would visit his tomb, forever seeking the guidance of the ghost writer who turned their tales into magic.
National Today
Turn Beauty Inside Out Day – May 15, 2024
United States
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I uploaded this selfie to illustrate that looks are wonderful but not everything, and one should not judge a person by their outward looks but what is inside of them.
With heartfelt and genuine thanks for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day, be well, keep your eyes open, appreciate the beauty surrounding you, enjoy creating, stay safe and laugh often! ❤️❤️❤️
IC pic of Aerilin Volkova and Kairi Von Vyper
Lemme tell you about my best friend, she's selfless and beautiful and all around kind.
She would give you the shirt off her back in a second, and help you fix it when you tore it.
Lemme tell you about my best friend, the girl that stole my heart and helped me put it back together.
The girl who deserves the world but doesn't see it.
We were brought together by fate, two pieces of one person finally together.
Lemme tell you about my best friend, and how much I love her. I love her more than every planet and moon and star, I love her more than every atom and molecule. I love her more than every grain of sand. I will love her till the end of time and then some.
((I mean this OOC but it totally works IC too ILOVEYOUKAI))
So, let's just look forward with hope to 2021, And certainly we should give thanks to wonderful scientists ... and hardworking, selfless people ... worldwide who have worked to give us this hope.
We can sit and gaze at it for hours.
It's luminous, it's warm, it's romantic; but most of all it's spiritual. (In what way spiritual? We can't really say, but it is spiritual.) A yellow droplet of light, laced with red, bright-white at the edges, and blue at the core as if dirtied by its contact with the material wick. But we didn't see all those colors until we counted them -- the flame itself is a perfect, integral whole, emanating calm and tranquility.
How, indeed, can something as agitated as the flame radiate such peace? For the flame is a clash of forces pulling in opposite directions. Look closely: see how it strains upward, striving to tear away from the wick which tethers it to the candle or lamp and lose itself in the great expanses of energy that gird the heavens. But look again, and see how it clings to the length of braided cotton that spears its heart and supplies it with the fuel that sustains its luminance and life. Back and forth, up and down it strives, vacillating between being and naught, between presence and oblivion.
"The soul of man is a candle of G-d" (Proverbs 20:27). For the soul of man, too, is a clash of divergent forces and contrary strivings.
We yearn to tear free of our "wick" -- of the body that anchors us to the physical reality and sullies us with physical needs and wants. We strive upwards, yearning to transcend the physical, the human and the particular, and fuse with the universal and the divine. At the same time, we cling to the body, to the bit of matter that sustains us as dynamic and productive participants in G-d's world.
It is this perpetual up-and-down, this incessant vacillation from selfhood to selflessness and back again, that we call life. It is this eternal tension between our desire to escape the physical and our commitment to inhabit it, develop it and sanctify it that makes us spiritual beings.
We can sit and gaze at the flame for hours, because we are gazing at ourselves.
(Yanki Tauber "The flame" www.chabad.org/library/article_cdo/aid/45665/jewish/The-F...)
I spotted this beautiful family of Canada Geese & found out that some of these goslings were abandoned so they were adopted by this selfless mama & papa! How wonderful, I've never seen anything like this before!
Veterans are the embodiment of courage and sacrifice, having selflessly served our nation with honor and dedication.
On Veterans Day, we express our deepest gratitude to these heroes, for they have not only served in uniform but continue to inspire us with their strength, resilience, and unwavering love for our country.
This photo is my recreation of the famous V-J Day in Times Square photo. Cla Jones and I worked for a few hours getting the pose right. She had the idea better thought out than I did. Then just as I was going to start adjusting the WL, my BD crashed. Thankfully I got a "test pic" in just before.
Anyway, this photo and others will be on display at the 17th Annual SL Veteran’s Tribute for 2023. The tribute will be open from November 1st through November 15th!
Taxi to the 17th Annual SL Veteran’s Tribute
V-J Day in Times Square is a photograph by Alfred Eisenstaedt that portrays a U.S. Navy sailor embracing and kissing a total stranger[1]—a dental assistant—on Victory over Japan Day ("V-J Day")[2] in New York City's Times Square on August 14, 1945. The photograph was published a week later in Life magazine, among many photographs of celebrations around the United States that were presented in a 12-page section entitled "Victory Celebrations".
--exceprt Wikipedia
Little River, Great Smoky Mountains, Tennessee. Out of a lifting mist the water comes down, flanked and studded with perfect greens. It is pulled on a gradual gradient, and leaves a trail with each step, dragging a memory backward. The life of it's flow should be beautiful, but I find it a little cold, a little remote. Looking at the boulders, strewn and fallen in the flow, I think of my journey downriver. They are like pieces of me, broken off with each disappointment, each betrayal along the way. They stand like lessons learned, remnants of selflessness meets selfishness...bad decisions and weakness. They stand as a lesson to make myself harder, even if I don't want to be, because what is true in nature is not always true in me. But being true litters the streambed, back as far as I can see. If each had a name, they would stand as virtues lost, lessons learned. The perfect greens belie a bittersweet place; I'll leave it's beauty for another time.
"Ducks can seem a bit skittish sometimes."
"Oh, truly sir, as matter of fact, somewhat capricious, even with a dab of salt."
"Hector, your claims are worst than the very flyovers that you proclaim they are. Butter it up a tad and perhaps, the selfless of us all might have a fighting chance."
"Do you mean dimensionally?"
"Hmm... maybe... but in truth, I was more hoping for a trisket, that could carry the basket and supply a transcript so as no one would wonder nevermore, in the Poe sense, of course."
GRABBED THIS IMAGE, of this young man, living the life of a wartime pilot, while a real SPITFIRE circles around the memorial event at Capel-le Ferne near Folkestone Kent. This National Memorial is to the few dedicated airmen for their heroic and selfless deeds who won the battle of Britain, From the 10th of July to the 31st of October 1940. God bless them all, we shall never forget them.
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THANK YOU for your visit and friendship, hope you are enjoying the best of my old non-birding images.
Keep safe and well, God bless.......... Tomx
The young husky was swimming selflessly in the snow. However, when I turned the camera to him, the husky straighten up and began to pose positively. But he forgot to shake the snow off the tip of his nose... ;-) Such a serious attitude to the art of photography caused a smile from the spectators who saw this scene, but the husky remained unperturbed ;-)
#BogKY #Husky #Dog #New_Year #Western_Siberia #Smile
Tech.details-brief: Sony Alpha 7 / ILCE-7 (APS-C mode)(ISO200), Sony SEL-55210(210mm f/6.3), 1/1000s; RAW
Rus.: Хаски новогодний ;-)
Обычная фотка, даже без стилизации (почти;-) - заполучил этот портрет молоденького хаски во время гонок ездовых собак в Птичьей гавани.
Малыш самозабвенно купался в снегу, но, когда обнаружил устремлённый на него фотоаппарат, немедленно выпрямился и посмотрел прямо в объектив, заправски позируя. Вот только снежинку с кончика носа забыл слизнуть ;-)
Такое серьёзное отношение к фотографии немало потешило увидевших эту сцену зрителей, но хаски оставался невозмутим ;-)
I'm guilty of fleeing from my 52 weeks of BAM. Posting this self in reflection during a brief moment of bravery.
Good night!
For the beautiful things in life, this symbol in the foreground represents an absolute pursuit of something that should be everlasting. The sharp focus on the small details is also flawless, and the light is with us. It is a very mechanical explanation for something that should always nourish both people involved in a completely selfless way. What is meant is love, and describing it appropriately with words is always very flowery when actively feeling it. I love you, ma cœur Isa ❤️, and being able to experience so much with you and see you happy and content is my goal 😍
Für die schönen Dinge im Leben ist dieses Zeichen im Vordergrund ein absolutes Streben nach etwas, was immerwährend sein soll. Auch der scharfe Blick auf die kleinen Details ist makellos und das Licht ist mit uns. Es ist eine sehr mechanische Erklärung für etwas, wovon sich immer beide beteiligten Menschen gegenseitig und vollkommen uneigennützig nähren sollten. Gemeint ist die Liebe und sie mit Worten passend zu umschreiben, ist während des aktiven Empfindens immer sehr blumig. Ich liebe dich ma cœur Isa ❤️ und mit dir noch so vieles Erleben zu dürfen und dich dabei glücklich und zufrieden zu sehen, ist mein Streben 😍
Please see ꧁Isa꧂'s vision here: www.flickr.com/photos/evaevaevaeva/54731375006/in/datepos...
God's Utterance "God’s Work, God's Disposition, and God Himself I" (Part Four)
www.holyspiritspeaks.org/videos/gods-work-gods-dispositio...
Introduction
God’s word in this video are from The Word Appears in the Flesh.
The content of this video:
3. God Makes the Rainbow as a Symbol of His Covenant With Man
Almighty God says, "Even though God made a covenant with mankind using the rainbow, He never told anyone why He did this, why He established this covenant, meaning He never told anybody His real thoughts. This is because there is no one who can comprehend the depth of the love God has for the mankind He created with His own hands, and there is also no one who can appreciate just how much pain His heart suffered when He destroyed humanity. Therefore, even if He tells people how He feels, they cannot undertake this trust. Despite being in pain, He still goes on with the next step of His work. God always gives His best side and the best things to mankind while quietly bearing all the suffering Himself. God never openly discloses these sufferings. Instead, He endures them and waits in silence. God’s endurance is not cold, numb, or helpless, nor is it a sign of weakness. It is that God’s love and essence has always been selfless. This is a natural revelation of His essence and disposition, and a genuine embodiment of God’s identity as the true Creator."
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"Pick it up, right about now. Inspiration will find you and there's no better feeling than that x".
thank you B, this shot was taken a few hours after i saw your message. :)
Last week i met some flickr friends, among them, lan, thank you for sharing all your experiences and thoughts selflessly. Just want you to know that this shot is also some kind of "reproduction" - a re-shoot on the original shot.
sorry for the lack of activity lately, hope to be back soon (or maybe not that soon).....
The Shadows of Doubt series.
Wishing all the wonderful, selfless father's of the world a special & love-filled Falther's Day! Remembering my fabulous Dad today & every day, love & miss you so much Papa! My Dad often surprised me with tiny bouquets of the short stemmed roses tied with a ribbon. Such great memories!
There are a set of tugs that work relentlessly taking rubbish out of the city. They are all called names starting with R. Todays selfless worker is Recovery.
Thank you for watching over me
All of the sleepless nights you lay awake
Thank you for knowing when to hold me close
And when to let me go
Thank you for every stepping stone
And for the path that always leads me home
I thank you for the time you took
To see the heart inside of me
You gave me the roots to start this life
And then you gave me wings to fly
And I learned to dream
Because you believed in me
There's no power like it on this earth
No treasure equal to its worth
The gift of a mother's love
Thank you for every sunlit day
That filled the corners of my memory
Thank you for every selfless unsung deed
I know you did for me
Thank you for giving me the choice
To search my soul till I could find my voice
And I thank you for teaching me
To be strong enough to bend
You gave me the roots to start this life
And then you gave me wings to fly
And I learned to dream
Because you believed in me
There's no power like it on this earth
No treasure equal to its worth
The gift of a mother's love
I thank God for a mother's love.
Song by:Jim Brickman
Happy Mother's Day!
Happy Mother's Day! Thank you for always being the shining example of what I wanted to be like when I grew up!
Stamford Georgian Festival
The words “Stand and deliver!” conjure up images of handsome, gallant gentlemen on well-groomed horses, their faces hidden by masks, relieving carriage passengers of their worldly possessions. It’s an idealized image of men who were oftentimes little more than robbers only looking out for themselves, but, oddly, it was an image that many highwaymen achieved even during their own day.For some reason, these men (and, occasionally, women) escaped the stigma that is associated with most criminals, becoming a gallant class of selfless individuals who robbed the rich to give to the poor. Unfortunately, the poor didn’t always figure into the equation.
Stamford Georgian Festival
The words “Stand and deliver!” conjure up images of handsome, gallant gentlemen on well-groomed horses, their faces hidden by masks, relieving carriage passengers of their worldly possessions. It’s an idealized image of men who were oftentimes little more than robbers only looking out for themselves, but, oddly, it was an image that many highwaymen achieved even during their own day.For some reason, these men (and, occasionally, women) escaped the stigma that is associated with most criminals, becoming a gallant class of selfless individuals who robbed the rich to give to the poor. Unfortunately, the poor didn’t always figure into the equation.
Темно с утра. Лишь только фонари
Случайным путникам дорогу освещают.
Они горят, и с ночи до зари
Нас в темноте ночной сопровождают.
Они стоят, от холода дрожа,
И дарят свет нам в темноте кромешной
А в них ведь тоже есть фонарная душа,
Измученная грустью безнадежной.
Стоит фонарь, и каждого из нас
Он провожает с тайною надеждой,
Что мы вернёмся, и ещё не раз
Посмотрим на фонарь с улыбкой нежной.
Признайтесь мне, хоть кто-нибудь из нас
О фонарях подумал хоть однажды?
А он от темноты нас спас не раз,
Неутомимый и такой отважный.
Темно с утра. Лишь только фонари
Нам бескорыстно землю освещают,
А что у фонаря в душе внутри
Никто, наверно, так и не узнает.
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It's dark in the morning. Only the lanterns
The road is illuminated for random travelers.
They burn, and from night to dawn
We are accompanied in the dark of the night.
They stand shivering from the cold,
And they give us light in the pitch darkness
And they also have a lantern soul in them,
Exhausted by hopeless sadness.
There is a lantern, and each of us
He accompanies with secret hope,
That we will come back, and more than once
Let's look at the lantern with a gentle smile.
Admit it to me, at least one of us
Have you ever thought about lanterns?
And he saved us from the darkness more than once,
Indefatigable and so brave.
It's dark in the morning. Only the lanterns
They selflessly illuminate the earth for us,
And what about the lantern in the shower inside
No one will probably ever find out.
this picture is from my old and first babe dslr nikond40x... it's over 2 years old i think...
in the past 2 years i have couple of times came to tweak or post this shot...but i have at the last moments decided the other way...tonight i felt i should ...
I took this shot and couple others in my "dream is destiny" set together...it was a rainy afternoon this life boat was filled with water and the waves/weight made it lean to its left! it was incredible sky full of action... clouds of rage clouds of hope...
if i remember right i used 1 to 2 ND filter to block the light enough to prolong the exposure and obtain a smooth effect
A helicopter conducts an evacuation on the summit of Tryfan and takes off towards the West down the Ogwen Valley.
Taken back in October last Year whilst I was descending Pen Yr Ole Wen. My attention was drawn to the Mountain by the sound of the helicopter hovering around the summit and I managed a couple of shots before the helicopter made off.
It reminded me of my days engaged with Mountain Rescue and meetings at nearby Plas Y Brenin. The work of our Mountain Rescue Teams has increased significantly in recent times and their efforts often go unnoticed. It is often only in the face of tragedy and adversity we remember and fully appreciate their selfless efforts!
I had forgotten about this until I was going through my files and tidying up my images from 2020. I thought a mono conversion suited this better.
Wild vines of native scuppernong grapes, in...
DeKalb County (Forrest Hills), Georgia, USA.
28 July 2026.
❖ “In loving memory of Marshall S. Shaddix (1908-1977): a gentle, quiet man, who loved and cared for this piece of earth, his family, and his neighbors with selfless devotion.”
— park placard adjacent to the vines.
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❀ “Scuppernongs are big, juicy grapes that are greenish, burnished bronze, or green-gold in color. Botanically speaking, they're a variety of muscadine grape (Vitis rotundifolia), a grapevine species native to the southeastern and south-central United States.
☞ Scuppernongs taste very sweet and juicy, while the thick skins, though still edible, are tough and sour. Large, bitter seeds rest inside. Some people prefer only to eat the sweet and juicy innards, squeezing out the flesh and removing the seeds.
☞ Scuppernongs are named after the Scuppernong River, located just off Albermarle Sound in North Carolina. That's where the grapes were originally found growing wild and cultivated during the 18th century. All scuppernong grapes are related to one muscadine vine found on Roanoke Island, North Carolina, called the 'Mother Vine,' that is hundreds of years old, thought to be the oldest cultivated grapevine in the country.”
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There will always be a better tomorrow because of all the selfless sacrifices that were made by all the veterans who fought & died for us! Thank you for all you did & all you do!
"Defenders of Donetsk Airport" is a 10-hryvnia commemorative coin issued by the National Bank of Ukraine. It is dedicated to honoring the courage and heroism of the defenders of the Donetsk airport - the "cyborgs" who defended it for 242 days, which became a symbol of the selfless struggle for the territorial integrity of Ukraine.
The coin was put into circulation on January 30, 2018. It belongs to the "Armed Forces of Ukraine" series.
peakd.com/hive-167922/@gidlark/pamyatna-moneta-zahisnikam...
The Oblation is a concrete statue by Filipino artist Guillermo E. Tolentino which serves as the iconic symbol of the University of the Philippines. It depicts a man facing upward with arms outstretched, symbolizing selfless offering of oneself to his country.
The only destruction is what we cause ourselves...
Okay, so not completely true, but still, we are more influential than we think. The words we say won't destroy our enemies, they will inadvertently destroy our friends. The unrest we take part in will turn into something bigger and more dangerous than we ever suspected. As you can see, we either can be the fireballs that incinerate a society or build it up into a loving environment. So be aware, thoughtful, and selfless. Don't accidentally bring the world to its end.
So, this creation wasn't originally going to be a firestorm, but my previous thing wasn't working well or looking good. So I changed it, and it looked better than I though it would. Unfortunately, the front buildings of the skyline are actually the lamest buildings, they got better as they got further away. Anyway, thanks for looking and God bless!
Before the month of September ends, i would like to greet a very special Flickr friend @Dia 777 a very (belated at that LOL) Happy Birthday.
Sweetie, you are one of the most inspiring, gracious and selfless woman I have come to know. I count myself lucky that even if we are miles apart we have become friends. You have and will always be a source of strength and inspiration. The simple "how are you?' when I was down was such a great comfort. I am forever grateful. Sending you my tightest hug...and of course Lara blowing kisses to you.
Again belated Happy Birthday Sweetie. :D Have a blast and wishing you happiness and all the best in the world.
xoxo
To say that I am made in the image of God is to say that love is the reason for
my existence, for God is love. Love is my true identity.
Selflessness is my true self.
Love is my true character.
Love is my name.
-Thomas Merton
Love, Life, Wisdom Thomas Merton (2007).
"New Seeds of
Contemplation", p.60,
New Directions Publishing
"Defenders of Donetsk Airport" is a 10-hryvnia commemorative coin issued by the National Bank of Ukraine. It is dedicated to honoring the courage and heroism of the defenders of the Donetsk airport - the "cyborgs" who defended it for 242 days, which became a symbol of the selfless struggle for the territorial integrity of Ukraine.
The coin was put into circulation on January 30, 2018. It belongs to the "Armed Forces of Ukraine" series.
peakd.com/hive-167922/@gidlark/pamyatna-moneta-zahisnikam...
This is my last post on this network. Tomorrow my subscription to the pro version ends and I am not going to renew it. A few days ago I decided not to pay to display my work, so I will also disappear from X when my blue label expires, if not before given the controversy that surrounds this other network since a careless child with an adult body put it at his service and that of even more spurious interests. It has been a real pleasure, and an honour, sharing my work for six years with so many virtual friends who have appreciated it selflessly. I say goodbye to you with sincere affection and gratitude. My account will remain open here, as a virtual portfolio, with the captures that the server wants to keep and whose number I do not know, since right now it exceeds the limit stipulated for a regular account. You will find me in other places in the profile @joanlopezphoto. Best wishes for you all, Flickr friends.
Aquest és la meva darrera publicació en aquesta xarxa. Demà m'expira la subscripció a la versió pro i no la renovaré. Fa uns dies vaig decidir no tornar a pagar per exhibir la meva feina, per la qual cosa també desapareixeré d'X quan caduqui la refumuda insígnia blava, si no abans donada la polèmica que envolta aquesta altra xarxa des que un nen desaprensiu amb cos d'adult la va posar al seu servei i al d'interessos encara més espuris. Ha estat un autèntic plaer, i un honor, compartir la meva feina durant sis anys amb tants amics i tantes amigues virtuals que l'heu apreciada desinteressadament. M'acomiado de tothom amb agraïment i afecte sincers. El meu compte romandrà aquí obert, a manera de portafolis digital, amb les captures que el servidor vulgui conservar, el número de les quals desconec, ja que ara mateix supera el límit estipulat per a un compte regular. Em trobareu en altres llocs amb el perfil @joanlopezphoto. Fins sempre, amics i amigues de Flickr.
Este es mi último post en esta red. Mañana expira mi suscripción a la versión pro y no la voy a renovar. Hace unos días decidí no volver a pagar por exhibir mi trabajo, por lo que también desapareceré de X cuando caduque la dichosa insignia azul, si no antes dada la polémica que rodea a esta otra red desde que un niño desaprensivo con cuerpo de adulto la puso a su servicio y al de intereses todavía más espurios. Ha sido un auténtico placer, y un honor, compartir mi trabajo durante seis años con tantos amigos y tantas amigas virtuales que lo habéis apreciado desinteresadamente. Me despido de todos y todas con agradecimiento y afecto sinceros. Mi cuenta permanecerá aquí abierta, a modo de portafolio virtual, con las capturas que el servidor quiera conservar y cuyo número desconozco, puesto que ahora mismo supera el límite estipulado para una cuenta regular. Me hallaréis en otros lugares con el perfil @joanlopezphoto. Hasta siempre, amigos y amigas de Flickr.
Ruigoord is a village in the Houtrakpolder in the Dutch province of North Holland, situated within the municipality of Amsterdam. Until the 1880s, it was an island in the IJ bay, which was turned into a polder. In the 1960s, the municipality planned to extend the Port of Amsterdam. From 1972 onwards squatters occupied buildings and started a free zone. After resisting eviction in 1997, the area was legalized in 2000. The village is nowadays partially closed in by the port, and lies about 8 km east of Haarlem.
In 1964, plans were drawn up by the municipality of Amsterdam to build the Africa Harbour for the petrochemical industry. The plan included the annexation of 600 hectares (1,500 acres) of land belonging to Haarlemmerliede en Spaarnwoude, including the village of Ruigoord. Amsterdam immediately set out to acquire real estate in and around Ruigoord, and started to prepare the farmland for construction.
In 1972, a group of artists squatted some abandoned houses. In 1973, Frank IJsselmuiden became mayor of Haarlemmerliede en Spaarnwoude, and wanted to put the annexation to a vote. The same evening, he received a call from Ferdinand Kranenburg, the Queen's Commissioner of North Holland who told him hat annexation was a done deal and not open for discussion. A lengthy legal battle between Haarlemmerliede en Spaarnwoude on the one hand, and Amsterdam and the Province of North Holland on the other hand commenced. For strategic reasons, the squatters were encouraged to settle in Ruigoord.
The village was scheduled to be demolished on 23 July 1973. On Sunday 22 July 1973, the local priest performed his last mass and handed the keys of the church to the squatters. The next day, the road to the village was barricaded, and the squatters led by Hans Plomp and Gerben Hellinga successfully managed to stop the demolition crew. The 1973 oil crisis further complicated the Africa Harbour project.
Ruigoord became a free zone and started to attract artists like Simon Vinkenoog. It also became known for its drugs. In 1984, Haarlemmerliede en Spaarnwoude tried to change the village into a "green zone" where industry is not allowed, but the plans were blocked by the Province. In November 1995, mayor IJsselmuiden accepted an offer to become mayor of Edam-Volendam. His main reason for resigning was the tiresome 22-year legal battle with Amsterdam.
On 1 January 1997, Amsterdam annexed Ruigoord. The squatters decided to continue their fight against the harbour, and started the Groenoord plan to turn the village into an ecological zone. On 7 October 1997, 200 policemen of the Mobiele Eenheid, the Dutch riot squat, were sent into Ruigoord to remove the squatters. The entire area, except for the village, was flattened and prepared for construction by the Port of Amsterdam. The legal battle advanced all the way to Court of Justice of the European Union.
In 2000, a compromise was reached. The village of Ruigoord was allowed to exist as an enclave within the harbour. Initially, Amsterdam did not want to allow residency in the village.
Current situation:
Ruigoord as an enclave in the harbour.
Ruigoord exists as a squatted zone to this day, but it is now legalized. Full moon parties are regularly organised in the formerly Roman Catholic village church and every year there is the Landjuweel (Land Jewel) festival in August.
Since the early 2000s, the village has staged an annual poetry festival over the Whitsun weekend, Vurige tongen (Fiery Tongues). One of the festival's three days is always devoted to international poets. From 2003 on, a yearly Ruigoord Trophy has been awarded to individuals who have selflessly dedicated themselves to maintaining the village as an important cultural stronghold. The first such trophy was presented to Simon Vinkenoog. Three notable non-Dutch trophy holders are the late American poet and photographer Ira Cohen, the Canada-born writer Jordan Zinovich, and the Amsterdam-based American poet and writer Eddie Woods.
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The sad effects of the wildfires in Jasper and the rest of the National park.... this view a bit up on Maligne Lake road
Thank you to all first responders who fought to protect Jasper. They worked tirelessly day and night, to protect this community, which to many, is their home. Their selflessness and bravery are truly commendable – we will always remember the extraordinary dedication they displayed during the challenging early days of this wildfire response.
The Jasper fires refer to the devastating Jasper wildfires of July 2024, which destroyed approximately 30% of the townsite, forced the evacuation of 25,000 people for nearly a month, (and continuing) and significantly impacted properties and infrastructure, though critical facilities were saved. Fueled by lightning and extreme drought conditions, the monstrous fire complex generated its own weather and rapidly consumed the area.
Impact:
Approximately 358 buildings, including homes and two churches, were destroyed.
About 25,000 residents and visitors were evacuated.
Critical infrastructure like the hospital and schools remained intact. The wildfire complex created its own weather system with a wall of flame up to 100 meters high.
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Thank you to those who serve and save others selflessly. We need more firefighters and fewer fire starters in this world.
PS I wanted this to be a more dramatic scene with smoke and fire and rescue but this was the best I could do for today.
This beautiful Cardinal is a regular visitor to my garden, going to the feeders for seeds. Her mate also visits, but is a little more cautious! Let's remember all the brave & selfless Veterans on this special day!
Canadian Pacific's locomotive 6644, is specially painted to honor the troops and aircraft that stormed the beaches of Normandy, France, busting through Hitler's "Atlantic Wall" on June 6, 1944. This would quickly mean the downfall of the Nazi occupation. The alternating black and white stripes on the locomotive are like those painted on the Allied aircraft for a quick identification between friend and foe during the invasion. It has been eighty years ago today, when the selfless troops stormed he beaches of Normandy, so the world could live in peace. I thank them, every single one that gave the ultimate sacrifice along with the fewer than 1% still alive, for their courage to protect freedom. Thank You!
Here, Canadian Pacific's 6644 hustles empty hopper train 383 westbound out of Reeseville on a cloud covered morning.
CP Train 383
CP 6644
Reeseville, WI.
Summer 2020
My selfless devotion to rooting out the truth about the invasion of Earth from beings from another planet has once again been justified as I have no doubt that I've discovered their landing ships turned living quarters that they dwell in as they adapt to our atmosphere and gravity. These 'comfort stations' found on Coney Island will surely be appearing in heavily populated areas near you. Keep on the lookout and notify your local S.I.M.P.L.E. (Space Invaders Monitoring and Protective League Entente) should you encounter these sinister structures or anything with these strange alien markings. I'm going in for a closer look, if you don't hear back from me it's been swell kids.
HSS! :-)
AN AFFIRMATION OF SELFLESS LOYALTY
My fearless heart
Of diamond clarity
Where expression and thought
Are proof of your bravery, justice and swiftness
That cut through ignorance and malcontent
To reveal the pristine awareness of being
Where the freedom of the mind
Is like the sweet chorus of the birds
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Sometimes the reinforcement of gracious qualities and love can be a good thing.
So I decided to start an Album on Flickr doing just that.
I like to take shots of the things I have collected over the years that are sharing their presence with me in my home.
Some of my Grail shots have this quality, but often the poem ends up being longer than an affirmation, to me they end up more like a prayer. You can see the Album that contains those works in my Flickr account as well.
But in a sense this is the same principle, as the things I have collected over the years often have a sacred presence or meaning, so I thought I would start to share them here.
On rainy days or when I am not in a writing mood, it is good to still keep working, using the camera in this way, and it is not only enjoyable, it is an opportunity to appreciate these wonderful sacred items and sculptures all over again, and listen to what they have to say.
This Garuda is a modern piece, but the history, energy and protective instinct is the same as from his first incarnation.
This shot is from where he resides, in my glass cabinet, where I keep many other precious things..
100x Snapshots of a 1600 Mile Journey #40
I love walking through my home town of Newcastle, and was drawn to this old guy taking pleasure from the simple, selfless act of feeding pigeons. I'll bet the bag cost him more than tuppence and I would imagine he's never had the chance to say 'yes' to tax-free savings either.