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close to the earth
interwoven
nestled
we learn
the language of trees
in our sleep
worn like a cloak
of syllables, metaphors,
wings
that carry a sentence
of song
and light
into our dreams
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A very big and sincere THANK YOU for the company, support, inspiration and kindness that I've had the unexpected good luck to find here.
I'm truly sorry not to be so active lately. Alas energy is a fragile thing, and there is, so far, only one of me. I'm working on that ;-)
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Don Pedro Domingo Murillo is the most important figure in the war of Bolivia’s liberation. Leader of the emancipation movement, he launched the first revolutionary cry on July 16, 1809. Taken prisoner by the Spaniards, he was sentenced to be hanged.
: listen
"Home Back"
What is this?! What is this mess?!
What's that noise? Is this a death sentence?
Terrifying silhouettes
Rising over the motherland
Are those the fireworks?
No, it's a military quirk
Is it a mermaid singing?
No, it's a siren screaming
Is it an angel watching over us?
It's an air-fighter making a fuss
Is it a unicorn galloping down the street
No, these are soldier boots marching down your lane
Marching to the beat
Is it an angel watching over us?
It's an air-fighter making a fuss
Why is this party looking so bizarre?
A party? No! This is W.A.R.
My darling, did we wake up like this?
Isolated bodies in a boudoir of helplessness
A bullet is an early bird, a midnight owl
Morning greeting of a rooster are replaced
With fire in a hole, with fire in a hole
My dear, do we have to go to sleep like that?
With a soothing cocktail and the hundredth cigarette
Morning greetings of a rooster are replaced
With fire in a hole!
Our beds are cold
As cold as basement floor
Our beds are cold
As cold as basement floor
This house is not our shelter anymore
This house is not our shelter anymore
This house is not our shelter anymore
Anymore
Home is not a building
Home is liberty
A place where memories live
In prosperity and peace
I came back home so I want my home back
I came back home so I want my home back
Don't you leave us homeless!
Don't you leave us homeless!
Homeless homeless
What a difference a Year Makes
This was December 2019 , commuting in the dark and seeing the dawn rising . as the LUAS tram passed over the M50 motorway. I have been Working From Home . since late February , this year has gone in a blur of unexpected events and lots and lots of isolation. I don't know how I feel about commuting anymore. It seems like something from a bizarre Sci-fi film now :)
We are good at adapting !
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Just for fun -- seeing the line up of flowers in various stages seem to form a sentence using different 'words' and 'punctuation marks'!
Take This Waltz - Leonard Cohen
[.....]
Oh I want you, I want you, I want you
On a chair with a dead magazine
In a cave at the tip of the lily
In some hallway where love's never been
On a bed where the moon has been sweating
In a cry filled with footsteps and sand
Aey, aey, aey, aey
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take its broken waist in your hand
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
With its very own breath of brandy and death
Dragging its tail in the sea
There's a concert hall in Vienna
Where your mouth had a thousand reviews
There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking
They've been sentenced to death by the blues
Ah but who is it climbs to your picture
With a garland of freshly cut tears?
Aey, aey, aey, aey
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz it's been dying for years
There's an attic where children are playing
Where I've got to lie down with you soon
In a dream of Hungarian lanterns
In the mist of some sweet afternoon
And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow
All your sheep and your lilies of snow
Aey, aey, aey, aey
Take this waltz, take this waltz
[....]
And I'll dance with you in Vienna
I'll be wearing a river's disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder
My mouth on the dew of your thighs
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook
With the photographs there, and the moss
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty
My cheap violin and my cross
And you'll carry me down on your dancing
To the pools that you lift on your wrist
Oh my love, oh my love
Take this waltz, take this waltz
It's yours now, it's all that there is
José Carreras: "En Aranjuez con tu Amor" (Joaquín Rodrigo / youtube)
The first sentence of the play is projected onto the walls in the background. Karlos, reclining on the floor besides the record player, is listening to the same aria of the Verdi opera again and again. He tries to write a letter - he writes a line, crumbles up the paper, takes a new paper, writes, crumbles it up again and again. Domingo enters "Oh, my prince, Break this mysterious and gloomy silence!"
Verdi, Don Carlos: "io la vidi e al suo sorriso (Io l'ho perduta)" (am Anfang dieses Einstiegs hört man den Souffleur)
Auf den Wänden im Hintergrund der 1. Satz des Stückes. Karlos liegt neben dem Plattenspieler auf dem Boden, er hört immer wieder die selbe Stelle aus der Verdi Oper Don Carlos, vor ihm ein Stoß A4 Blätter, er versucht einen Brief zu schreiben - schreibt eine Zeile, zerknüllt das Papier, //: schreibt am nächsten Blatt, zerknüllt es :// Domingo kommt "Brechen Sie dies rätselhafte Schweigen...."
Part of: "Empty Padded ~ LeerGefüllt - Waiting Time at Work" - Left handed drawings and writings on the empty left pages of my prompter`s book Soufflierbuch Proben "Don Karlos" Friedrich Schiller
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I've no idea what these flowers are, but they were suspended from an arch trellis and made a beautiful display.
The stripes may mark him as the prisoner, yet the weight rests on her shoulders. His smoke drifts free into the night, while she sits bound by silence. On the steps of the Cathedral, the roles of captive and keeper quietly reverse. Shot in Cologne, Germany with a Leica M11 Mono and Summilux 50mm.
A sentimental journey
back and forth through time
a haze sometimes
clear as crystal on other days
this is where the emotion chimes
hourly, daily, eternally perhaps?
as much as the Sun gives to life
the hidden shadows remain lost
to the extended night
only touched by reality's hurtful frost
perchance can it change at all?
or has time done enough inside
that sentence dressed in ill-fitting words
like Winter nestling in the clutch of Spring
the bane of all nature's lovebirds
herald the call with a cry
in clonos nothing can defy the truth
of intuitive feelings so vivacious
they of the free world fly in the face of our 'society'
reaching up in unison, in search of rightness...
we follow suit for justification of our ills
clarification of the wrongs within
condemnation of all others we deem below us
always in denial of our own contemptuous stance
of which none among us are truly blameless
upon this fact we at least stand shoulder to shoulder-
the blame in part,
consuming thoughts on a diet of weighty emotions
is a recipe for the poor health of purpose
we must all take responsibility for the recycling of such actions.
by anglia24
09h30: 10/04/2008
©2008anglia24
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I been tagged by Irena and Emily. I have to answer the following 5 questions regarding photography and tag another 10 contacts.
1. What I like to photograph the most:
Whatever I see through my viewfinder… but seriously, I really don’t know, I’m still trying to find that niche which appeals to me.
2. What I like to photograph the least:
You know when someone says, can you take a picture of us… Any time a sentence starts off that way, I just don’t like to do it because it’s not composed…
I also don’t like to take a picture of a picture (e.g. artwork in a museum) unless I use it selectively with depth.
3. Photography Pet Peeves:
When people take images with tripods that could otherwise be done handheld (and I know they’re not stopped down or taking HDR images too)…
Speaking of which, anyone want to buy my tripod ;-)
4. What I admire from other photographers:
Everything they can do that I can’t!
But I admire and value their sincerity, their willingness to share and not be snobby.
5. What I'd like to learn better:
I don’t own a strobe so the first item on my list is lighting!
Also: fashion photography, creative manipulation, portraits… basically everything you don’t see on my stream.
I tag whoever wants to do this under my comments ;-)
Condamné à passer un hiver très rude
Encore un panneau stop détourné,devant des arbres enneigés se découpant sur les belles façades colorées derrière la mairie de la Croix-rousse
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View from the castle tower to the village of Babice, 30 km west of Kraków.
The Lipowiec castle is situated on a high rocky ridge of Garb Tenczyński, which is to the west of the Kraków Upland. The first fortifications had been raised here probably long before the construction of the castle. On the site of a borough a small wooden castle was built on the initiative of Konrad Mazowiecki.
It became a more significant defensive structure after Bolesław Wstydliwy had come into power and in 1243 had a watch tower protecting state borders built here by the bishop Prandota. As a bishop's property, in 1295 the castle belonged to bishop Jan Muskata. In his times the original foundation was significantly developed. The first brick structures were built, e.g. a tower, which served both as a defensive structure and a prison for people sentenced to death by starvation. They were pulled down into the deep dungeon. Jan Muskata supported Chech duke, Wacław II, who pretended to the Polish Crown. Władysław Łokietek remained in power and the bishop had to shelter in the Lipowiec castle.
Since 1443 the castle was not a residence for the Kraków bishops any more. After Zbigniew Oleśnicki had purchased the Duchy of Siewierz he moved the seat of the bishops to the castle in Siewierz. The Lipowiec castle served as a prison for clergymen. Still one of the bishops was constantly present here as well as priests and military troops.
The castle acquired its present shape after the development in the 15th century. Its small courtyard was surrounded by dwelling houses and an outer castle below encircled by the wall. Another three floors were added to the tower and it has remained like this up to now. Two higher floors were fitted out with shooting positions to keep the entrance to the castle under control.
The entrance to the castle was more than 10 m above the level of the courtyard of the approaches to the castle. The subsequent modernizations the castle underwent did not change its 15th-century look to a considerable degree.
The castle served as a prison up to the late 18th century. It was a well-guarded prison, as only one case of successful escape was recorded. Franciszek Stankar (Francesco Stancaro), an Italian theologian and Hebraist, the author of the project of the Reformation in Poland, was put to the Lipowiec prison for his views. About 1550 he managed to escape from his cell. According to the legend a daughter of the warder helped Franciszek, as she was in love with him. He got down on the ropes she delivered.
In 1655 the Swedish army took over the castle and made it a seat of the governor of Kraków, general Paul Würtz. When they withdrew from Lipowiec two years later, the Swedes burned down the buildings. The reconstruction started in 1732 by bishop Konstanty Szaniawski and was completed in 1754 by bishop Andrzej Załuski.
As a structure devoid of military importance, it became a prison again, but this time a less rigorous one. A house of betterment and retreat organised special seminars here for clergymen imprisoned in Lipowiec.
In 1789 the Austrian troops occupied the castle and it was not a prison any more. During the following sixty years the castle was inhabited constantly, even in spite of the fire in 1800, when the castle got damaged quite badly. The roofs burned down completely along with the ceilings of the highest floor.
The castle stayed inhabited up to the mid-19th century. During the National Uprising in January 1863 the troops of general Marian Langiewicz sheltered in the castle.
Since the conservation works in 1961-1968 the Lipowiec castle has been open, as a permanent ruin, for the public.
Doing time inside all week long at the job, now sentenced to see this beautiful sky while traveling home....I don't know about these travelers but I can handle this type of sentence just fine:)
[www.youtube.com/watch?v=AYERWjP4on8/ ♫♫]
"And since our prison is
A land whose only horizon
Is a desert
A desert
And since we must suffer standing up
To survive here only on our knees
In the dust
Since love
Is unattainable, one day
And the dream too heavy
To be free one day
But may God forgive me
If being only a man
Is my maximum sentence
And since our calls are lost
And our sky remains without light
And without a gaze
Wherever we look
Even if believing is only a recourse
Before the little hope that surrounds us
That leads us astray
Since love
Is unattainable, one day
And the dream too heavy
To be free one day
But may God forgive me
If being only a man
Is my maximum sentence
Oh, oh
Maximum
But why kneel?
For whom would I want to live standing up?
Since love
Is unattainable, one day
And the dream too heavy
To be free one day
But may God forgive me
If being only a man
Is my greatest sorrow
But may God forgive me
If being only a man
Is my greatest sorrow
Oh, oh, greatest
Is my greatest sorrow "
Once this red line appears on the tree, it is sentenced to be cut down. Those ashes are attacked by caterpillar of chine. And to try to save other trees, infected one are cut.
A photo of me, taken by a friend and colleague. Drinks at the King's Arms, Dorking, Surrey. on my last day at Unum.
Taken with a Nikon D40 and a Nikkor AFS DX 18-200mm F/3.5-5.6G lens and processed in GIMP and Photoscape.
There’s nothing more majestic than a dogwood in spring, decked out with fabulous flowers! To some people, though, dogwoods hold a deeper meaning. The legend of the dogwood tree is an age-old story that tells the story of this magnificent tree and how it become the tree we know and love today.
Our story begins almost two thousand years ago in Israel. If you ventured into the forests of Israel at that time, you would have seen plenty of sturdy oaks, lofty cedars, walnut trees, and more—all of which are fine and noble trees, loved and used by carpenters.
However, one tree was prized above all others: the mighty dogwood. Back then, the dogwood lacked its distinct fruits and flowers, but it was still impressive, rising taller than any oak or cedar. Its wood was strong, hard, fine-grained, and easy to work with. It had no equal, and it was constantly in demand.
During this time, a simple carpenter was declared King of the Jews and was sentenced to death. The method of execution? Crucifixion. And the tree used to fashion the iconic wooden cross? A dogwood.
According to the legend, the dogwood felt great sorrow for the role it played in Jesus Christ’s death. While on the cross, Jesus sensed the tree’s anguish, and he decided to transform it so that it could never again be used in crucifixion. From that point on, the dogwood was no longer a tall, stately forest tree. Rather, it became a small and shrub-like tree with thin and twisted limbs.
Jesus was taken down from the cross and placed in a tomb. Three days later, he rose from the dead. At the same time, the dogwoods in the forest burst into bloom, and they continue to do so right around Easter in what is believed to be a celebration of Jesus’ resurrection.
While the dogwood tree never again took part in an execution, it’s still said to carry the marks of Jesus’ crucifixion. Its four large petals represent the cross he died upon, and each petal displays four red-tinged notches that are said to represent four nail holes. And in the center of each flower is a green cluster that is symbolic of Jesus’ crown of thorns.
Alas, the legend of the dogwood most likely originated in the United States in the 20th century. While we know Dogwoods are not native to the Middle East, nor would they have been found growing there in Jesus’ time, this story is one to think about and ponder! Nevertheless, the legend persists, and many Christians revere the beloved dogwood as it continues to remind them of Jesus’ love and sacrifice.
bowerandbranch.com/blogs/all-about-trees/the-legend-of-th...
Technical Information (or Nerdy Stuff):
Camera - Nikon D7200 (handheld)
Lens – Nikkor 18-300mm Zoom
ISO – 200
Aperture – f/7.1
Exposure – 1/125 second
Focal Length – 22mm
The original RAW file was processed with Adobe Camera Raw and final adjustments were made with Photoshop CS6.
"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11
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