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Photo prise en septembre 2014
Nikon D5000 + 18-55mm 1/400s f/10
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Happy Travel Thursday, everyone!
Have a safe flight, my love
"People they come together
People they fall apart
No one can stop us now
Cause we are all made of stars..."
Moby: youtu.be/onqW5VwdVoE
Saint-Hubert
Moselle
Lorraine
Grand Est
Elle a été édifiée à partir de 1710.
Desservie jusqu'en 1792 par les moines de l'abbaye cistercienne Notre Dame de Villers-Bettnach à destination de ses visiteurs et des habitants du village, elle fut église paroissiale après la Révolution.
Clocher octogonal remarquable, recouvert de bardeaux de châtaignier.
Actuellement lieu d'exposition et d'animation du patrimoine rural.
Photo prise le 15 février 2022
kerstinfrankart texture .. Snapseed app after adding texture in Photoshop
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Always very much appreciated !
Explored highest position: 44 on Tuesday, September 29, 2020
"Antes que el sueño (o el terror) tejiera
mitologĂas y cosmogonĂas,
antes que el tiempo se acuñara en dĂas,
el mar, el siempre mar, ya estaba y era
¿Quién es el mar? ¿Quién es aquel violento
y antiguo ser que roe los pilares
de la tierra y es uno y muchos mares
y abismo y resplandor y azar y viento?
Quien lo mira lo ve por vez primera,
siempre. Con el asombro que las cosas
elementales dejan, las hermosas
tardes, la luna, el fuego de una hoguera.
ÂżQuiĂ©n es el mar, quiĂ©n soy? Lo sabrĂ© el dĂa
ulterior que sucede a la agonĂa."
Jorge Luis Borges
(English translation from rationalleycat.blogspot.com/2010/03/el-mar-traducido-por-...)
Before the dream (or the terror) could weave
Mythologies and cosmogonies,
Before the time could mint itself into days,
The sea, the always sea, it had been and it was.
Who is the sea? Who is that violent
Antique being that gnaws at the pillars
Of the earth and is one and many of the seas
And abyss and splendor and chance and wind?
Who looks on it sees it for the first time.
Always. With that wonder which all things
Elementary leave behind, the beauty
In evenings, the moon, flame of the bonfire.
Who is the sea, who am I? I will know it
In the days to come that follow the agony.
Jorge Francisco Isidoro Luis Borges Acevedo (24 August 1899 – 14 June 1986) was an Argentine short-story writer, essayist, poet and translator, and a key figure in Spanish-language and universal literature. His best-known books, Ficciones (Fictions) and El Aleph (The Aleph), published in the 1940s, are compilations of short stories interconnected by common themes, including dreams, labyrinths, philosophers, libraries, mirrors, fictional writers, and mythology.[3] Borges' works have contributed to philosophical literature and the fantasy genre, and have been considered by some critics to mark the beginning of the magic realist movement in 20th century Latin American literature.[4] His late poems converse with such cultural figures as Spinoza, Camões, and Virgil.
Jorge Francisco Isidoro Luis Borges Acevedo; 24 August 1899 – 14 June 1986) was an Argentine short-story writer, essayist, poet and translator, and a key figure in Spanish-language and universal literature. Borges' works have contributed to philosophical literature and the fantasy genre, and have been considered by some critics to mark the beginning of the magic realist movement in 20th century Latin American literature. His late poems converse with such cultural figures as Spinoza, Camões, and Virgil. (from Wikipedia)
Happy Monochrome Monday, everyone!
The view down to Lingcomb Edge as a couple were walking the High Stile ridge from South to North so their hike was coming to an end while mine was still beginning. Taken on the way up to Red Pike which has a lot of loose ruddy scree on the top, which gives it its name.
The word "Lingcomb" means heath edge from the old English words ling (heath, heather) and comb (edge). Another translation could be "Heath cliff"..
..and some gorgeous sunset light illuminating Rannerdale Knotts and the Buttermere valley, taken during the last stretch of the descent from Grasmoor via the Lad Hows route.
That's the High Stile ridge in the background, which I hope to be able to do today if the weather clears up as it's forecast to.