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"Blanket Flower Stem" by Patti Deters. A single Indian Blanket flower (Gaillardia pulchella) dares to bloom in a sea of green, a beacon of color against the muted blurred background. Its fiery hues seem to dance in the sunlight, a reminder of nature's vibrant palette. This wildflower is a striking blend of yellow and red petals that are pinked (pinnatifid) on the edges atop a tall perfectly straight stem. Soft bokeh effects in the background enhance the dreamy, serene and minimalist atmosphere. Thank you for viewing this image. If you like simple outdoor nature photography, please enjoy more flowers and other plant-focused images at patti-deters.pixels.com/featured/blanket-flower-stem-patt....
With just the tiniest of leaves beginning to sprout, the wild blueberry stem is fragile and resilient.
Looking down the stem of a small sipping glass. Taken with a Canon 60mm USM Macro lens. Type L for a better view.
Our Daily Challenge - Fill the Frame - 2/17/12
.... that wants to be filled and can not...
Si tu franchis le seuil de ma maison
Je t'offrirai
De partager mon pain
Pétri de bon grain
Récolté sur ma terre.
Je t'offrirai
De partager mon vin
Soutiré de la vigne
Plantée jadis par mon père.
Je te demanderai
De lever ton verre
A notre santé.
Je t'offrirai un toit
Pour te protéger de l'hiver
Grelottant sous la bise
Qui ravine les terres mortes.
Je te demanderai
De refermer la porte
Sur ton passé.
Je t'installerai
Devant un bon feu
Ouvert dans la cheminée.
La soupe pendra à la crémaillère.
Je te demanderai
De partager le peu
Que je possède.
Je te demanderai
De me donner la foi
De me donner la joie
Qui fait du pauvre un roi...
Lorsqu'elle est partagée.
Je te supplierai
De ne pas me quitter...
Jamais!
Cyrilla Delaunoit
If you cross the threshold of my house
I will offer you
To share my bread
Kneaded of good grain
Harvested on my land.
I will offer you
To share my wine
Extracted from the vine
Once planted by my father.
I will ask you
To raise your glass
To our health.
I will offer you a roof
To protect you from the winter
Shivering under the wind
Furrowing the dead lands.
I will ask you
To close the door
On your past.
I'll set you up
In front of a good fire
Open in the fireplace.
The soup hanging on the pot-hook.
I will ask you
To share the little
That I own.
I will ask you
To give me faith
To give me joy
Who makes the poor into a king ...
When shared.
I will beg you
Not to leave me ...
Never!
Cyrilla Delaunoit
In Memoria for CURLY CAROLINE (Caroline Fraser Beetham) 11/66-9/16
From her husband Andrew I learned that Caro died last September from a cancer she was carrying in her for many years. I met her when as a young woman she joined a holiday tour of the Alliance Française Exeter & Dartington (UK) and already in the train ride I realised that Caroline wasn’t just ‘another girl’. She blazed through the week with boundless energy, shiny eyes, an incredible smile, a head full of bouncing curls (I started – right at the beginning of the holiday, to give every participant not only his/her name but a ‘description’ of the person so that we would be able to learn all the names asap – and of course SHE had to be Curly Caroline!).
Caro wasn’t taking a French course with the AF, her mum did – but I thought it fitting to dedicate a French poem to her and our deepest feelings go to her wonderful and caring husband Andrew, her family whom we loved very much and sadly lost contact with, and all her friends.
The tulip of my picture is a ‘bought’ one – What I love about tulips is that they are so unpredictable. I often buy 3 bunches of different types and put them all together. The mauve ones usually open first although they have the closest heads when I buy them. Those with thick stems grow ‘wildly’ and within 2-3 days they all hang like trapeze artists all over the rim of the vase and in any direction they like. They change colour and structure, some curl their petals up, others dry out, yet others throw them off with reckless abandon… When I took this photo (amongst many others), I didn’t realise that in the back light the pistils of the inner side of this bloom would show up like a slightly open hand, holding a -shaped shadow. I tampered the heart ever so slightly to bring it out a tad more and I thought, it perfectly symbolizes this beautiful woman with a great heart and a loving character who knew that she wouldn’t live to an old age, and went to live every day in the knowledge that she ought to make the best out of it. She kept chickens and pets from animal shelters, she moved to a remote place in Scotland to help create and open a highly specialised bookshop, selling fishing books all over the world, receiving visitors from everywhere on the hunt for ‘that’ special book, map or print. She filled their home with happiness and love, everybody adored her, she made her Christmas cards herself, they were funny and totally collectable, and she made her husband a happy man although they knew that children were not ‘allowed’… And now she is gone forever. She leaves a great void in the shape of a place deep within us that wants to be filled and yet can not.
RIP Caroline
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Lisa Hofmaninger - Es sind Blüten von Trauben - Musik Salon - 02.02.2025 - Jazzit Musik Club Salzburg
Besetzung:
Sarah Jung: Sprecherin;
Anna Lang: Cello;
Anna Widauer: Gesang;
Alois Eberl: Posaune;
Dieter Stemmer: Klavier;
Helene Glüxam: Kontrabass;
Lisa Hofmaninger: Komposition, Bassklarinette
I won't try to pull the wool over your eyes by claiming to have read Plato, but I was reading in one of the late John Michell's articles, collected as Confessions of a Radical Traditionalist (Vermont, Dominion, 2005) that, at the end of The Republic, the soul of Ulysses is one of a number gathered together to choose their future lives. After all the lives of wealth and luxury have been taken, Ulysses finds, discarded in a corner, the life of a quiet, retiring country gentleman, which is exactly what he'd have chosen if he'd been given the pick of the bunch. Ulysses and I are of one mind on this matter, although my modest circumstances permit me to reproduce the situation of a "country gentleman" only, as it were, in microcosm. My mind's natural mode of functioning is to observe, contemplate and understand. It is possible, of course, that when I say this I am merely making excuses for my habitual sloth and procrastination. Naturally I regard my own understanding as correct, but another chap, approaching Life from a different point-of-view, might arrive at a different, erroneous, understanding. I've never had an ounce of ambition and I've never been able to understand why anyone would wish for a "career". Just having a job is bad enough. So here I am, enjoying a ruminative plug of Old Setright Waybill Ready-Rubbed, in surroundings conducive to the thinking of great thoughts.
A sun-worshipper in Trailhead Community Park, of the...
Decatur (Winnona Park), Georgia, USA.
6 June 2021.
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▶ "Pyrrhopappus carolinianus [aka Carolina desert-chicory], in the genus Pyrrhopappus of the family Asteraceae, is native throughout the eastern United States, found in open grasslands and wet roadsides [despite its name!]. It blooms with yellow flowers —up to 1.5 inches in width [3.75 cm], on stems growing up to 20 inches in length [50 centimeters]— that face the sun throughout the day."
— Wikipedia.
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“Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.”
Dr. Seuss quotes (American Writer and Cartoonist best known for his collection of children's books. 1904-1991)
Fact of life is that we may come from the same tree but we still end up to be different from one another. No two things are exactly alike.
To get this close, and thus drive my point, I needed to do "big time" crop.
Lilium bulbiferum, common names orange lily, fire lily, Jimmy's Bane, tiger lily and St. John's Lily, is a herbaceous European lily with underground bulbs, belonging to the Liliaceae.
The Latin name bulbiferum of this species, meaning "bearing bulbs", refers to the secondary bulbs on the stem of the nominal subspecies.
Description
Lilium bulbiferum reaches on average 20–90 centimetres (7.9–35.4 in) of height, with a maximum of 120 centimetres (47 in). The bulbs are ovoid, with whitish large and pointed scales and can reach about 1.5 centimetres (0.59 in) of diameter. The stem is erect, the leaves are lanceolate, up to 10 centimeters long. The inflorescence has one to five short-haired flowers. They are hermaphroditic and scentless, have six upright tepals, the outer are slightly narrower than the inner ones. The flowers can reach 4–6 centimeters in length and are bright yellow-orange with reddish-brown dots. The stamens are erect, about half as long as the tepals, with red anthers. The style is orange, 35 millimetres (1.4 in) of height. The flowering period extends from May through July.
There are two varieties, L. b. var. croceum (Chaix) Baker in the western part of the range, and L. b. var. bulbiferum in its eastern part. Only the last one always produces secondary aerial bulbs (bulbils) in the axils of the upper leaves. These bulbils fall to the ground and mature after two to three years. When manually separated from the stem they can easily be used for propagating the plant.
The dwarf plants from the Maritime Alps, formerly described as var. chaixii (Elwes) Stoker, and the large plants from the region of Naples, formerly described as var. giganteum N. Terracc., are now considered as local variants of var. croceum.
Distribution and habitat
L. bulbiferum is widely distributed in much of Europe from Spain to Finland and Ukraine. It grows in mountain meadows and on hillsides. They prefer calcareous soils in warm, sunny places, but also grow on slightly acid soils. They can be found at an altitude of 500–1,900 metres (1,600–6,200 ft) above sea level.
In culture
The orange lily has long been recognised as a symbol of the Orange Order in Northern Ireland.
Toxicity
Cats are extremely sensitive to lily toxicity and ingestion is often fatal; households and gardens which are visited by cats are strongly advised against keeping this plant or placing dried flowers where a cat may brush against them and become dusted with pollen which they then consume while cleaning. Suspected cases require urgent veterinary attention. Rapid treatment with activated charcoal or induced vomiting can reduce the amount of toxin absorbed (this is time-sensitive so in some cases veterinarians may advise doing it at home), and large amounts of fluid by IV can reduce damage to kidneys to increase the chances of survival
Orion plants his left, then swings through with his right as he executes a turn while running free at full speed on scent in the forest near my home...
Weather-wise, the day was nice. While January was mostly cloudy and gloomy with drizzle, we've been remarkably snow-free, so far. I'll take it. One good day is one less chance for a bad one. The rest of the week looks more like a typical February, our worst Winter month for cold, snow and ice storms.
I found another Snout butterfly the other afternoon, with a better opportunity to capture a couple of shots which display the 'snout' more prominently than the one I previously posted...here, the closed wings resemble dry leaves for protection, as the 'snout' mimics the stem of the leaf...
Check out the thick hairy stem... and the hairy spiny leaves!
Victoria amazonica is the world's largest water lily. Native to tropical South America, Victoria amazonica was first discovered in Bolivia in 1801. In South America it grows in the backwaters of rivers in the Amazon basin, the Guianas and the Pantanal.
The enormous circular leaves grow to over 8 feet across, have upturned rims and are anchored by long stalks arising from underground stems buried in the mud of the river bottom. Leaves appear as spiny heads then expand up to half a square meter per day. The upper surface has a quilted appearance with a waxy layer that repels water. The purplish red undersurface has a network of ribs clad in abundant sharp spines, possibly a defense against fish and manatees.
Air trapped in the spaces between the ribs makes the leaves to float. They are so buoyant that they can easily support the weight of a small child, and a mature leaf can support 99 lb if the load is evenly distributed. In a single season, each plant produces some 40 to 50 leaves, which cover the water surface and exclude light, restricting the growth of most other plants.
The spectacular flowers are relatively short-lived, lasting only about 48 hours. The flower is white the first evening it opens, attracting beetles with a sweet pineapple-like scent and with heat from a thermochemical reaction. At this stage the flower is female and is open to receiving pollen picked up by beetles on other plants. As these beetles bumble around inside the flower, they transfer pollen to the stigmas and fertilization takes place. Then the flower shuts, trapping them inside until the next evening. During that day, the plant changes from female to male: the anthers mature and start producing pollen.
When the flower reopens on the second evening, it has changed to purplish red and no longer emits an attractive scent or heat. Then the beetles, dusted with their pollen, fly off to find another white flower on a different plant (each plant only has one white flower at a time), where the process is repeated. Finally the flower closes up and sinks below the surface, mission accomplished.
See child sittng on giant lily pad!
Before fibre optics was ever thought of nature was there first...Hydrangea stem showing the intricate feeding system that delivers nutrients to the buds. Love nature! ☺
Three rose stems in water in a three sided glass vase. Other stems are reflections.
Shot with Profoto 600 overhead and to camera left. Metered with Sekonic 358 but underexposed by two stops. Image cropped in post.
Last night I was privileged to attend a lecture by prominent African American educator, advocate and mathematician Freeman Hrabowski III. His appearance was part of a yearly lecture series sponsored by the wife of the late Senator Mark O. Hatfield.
Hrabowski spoke about his journey as a young child in Alabama listening to Dr. Martin Luther King speak, marching for civil rights and being jailed at 12 years old. How his first name stems from the first "free man" born in his family and his last denoting the last name of his families ancestral Polish slave owner Hrabowski. He is now President of one of the most successful research universities in the country, served as the chair for an Obama advisory committee, and speaks around the world about bringing diversity and equality to STEM (Science/Technology/Engineering/Math) research. He's a rare mix of supreme intelligence and personality to match.
The lecture and the stats he provided made me think about my trip to South Carolina and my first encounter with that dark part of US history. This photo is of the historic slave cabins that still reside at Boone Plantation in Mt. Pleasant. We heard unfiltered stories about the brutal living conditions, inhumane treatment, and how many slaves didn't even survive the arduous trip to the US. A lot has changed since then, but the systemic problems still exist....even in institutions of higher learning.
Hrabowski ended his lecture with this, "“Watch your thoughts become your words. Your words become your actions. Your actions become your habits. Your habits become your character, and your character become your destiny!” Inspiring words from an inspiring person.
Image with my Hasselblad 500cm