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Violet Gartenlicht
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The Farm's Symphony
Amidst the fields where the wildflowers grow,
A farm awakens, a vibrant tableau.
The song of tractors and chirping birds,
Compose a symphony, sweet and heard.
Rows of corn and orchards of trees,
Blossom in nature's harmonious ease.
Scents of hay and the earthy ground,
Envelop the senses, peace is found.
Farmers and animals, a life entwined,
Working together, a rhythm defined.
Caring for land and creatures alike,
A bond with nature, in every hike.
Sunsets paint the sky with hues of fire,
As stars emerge, the night's attire.
In the beauties of farms and fields so wide,
A timeless connection, a source of pride.
Painted on the wall by the back door of our vacation rental. This was such a wonderful place to stay!
~Attire:
ISON - Maven Dress
~Shoes:
Marchese - Agatha Heels
~Hair:
Modulus - Xavier Hair
~Accessories:
TABOU. SOURY - Back Necklace
The National Mosque of Malaysia, also known as Masjid Negara, is well-regarded as the nationwide symbol of Islam. Located within the Kuala Lumpur Lake Gardens, this blue-hued building houses a main prayer hall with 48 smaller domes, a 73-metre minaret and a 16-pointed star concrete main roof. Contemporary interpretations of traditional Islamic art and calligraphy, abstract shapes and geometric lattices are incorporated into its roofing and ironworks, while the walls of the Grand Hall are beautifully adorned with verses from the Koran.
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Walter Northmore
Let friends forbear to mourn and weep
While sweetly in the dust we sleep:
This toilsome world we’ve left behind
In heaven a resting place to find
Sheepstor, Dartmoor, England
Same as the heroes, these are a bunch of figures I made a while back for Talon, but didn't use most of them.
L to R: Clayface, Killer Moth, Scarecrow, Two-Face, Bane, Deathstroke, Raven, Black Mask, Killer Croc.
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Procida is the smallest island of the Gulf of Naples; it is rich in attractions and archaeology. From the ground floor of Napoli Centro train station, you can take the metro to station Pozzuoli then get off and take the ferry at the port of Pozzuoli. The architecture of Procida has a Greek origin. In fact, the history of Procida is concentrated first of all on the medieval village “Terra Murata” and on “Corricella”, the fishing settlement. The island has served as the set for numerous films, such as The “Postman”, and some scenes in “The Talented Mr. Ripley” were shot on Corricella. The landmarks of Procida reflect typical Mediterranean pastel colours. Procida offers simply cooking and at least 10 excellent restaurants with plain cooking based on fresh fish. This simple style never fails, thanks to the 20 local fishing boats. The specialties of the cooking are: stewed rabbit (which goes back to the Borbonen who came on Procida to hunt the wild rabbit) and spaghetti with sea-urchin. Procida has 6 beaches with crystal-clear waters. Spent some relaxing days on this wonderful island. Experience the real Italy, lovely people, great views, great sand and great food.
The best way to get to procida is travelling to Pozzuoli first, beautiful as well as other districts of Naples, by train where you will find marina with ferries. Ferries from Pozzuoli to Ischia make a stopover in Procida. There are both fast and slow services. Photo of the harbour of Procida and the Former Prison on top of the hill.
Met de veerboot naar Procida passeren het schierieland Miseno met de prachtige vuurtoren. Capo Miseno kijkt uit over de mosselbanken bij het naderen van Porto Miseno. Procida is het kleinste eiland van de Golf van Napels; het is rijk aan attracties en archeologie. Vanaf de begane grond van treinstation Napoli Centro kunt u de metro naar station Pozzuoli nemen, uitstappen en de veerboot nemen in de haven van Pozzuoli. De architectuur van Procida heeft een Griekse oorsprong. In feite is de geschiedenis van Procida allereerst geconcentreerd op het middeleeuwse dorp "Terra Murata" en op "Corricella", de vissersnederzetting. Het eiland heeft gediend als decor voor tal van films, zoals The "Postman", en sommige scènes in "The Talented Mr. Ripley" zijn opgenomen op Corricella. De herkenningspunten van Procida weerspiegelen typische mediterrane pastelkleuren. Procida biedt eenvoudig koken en minstens 10 uitstekende restaurants met eenvoudig koken op basis van verse vis. Deze eenvoudige stijl faalt nooit dankzij de 20 lokale vissersboten. De specialiteiten van het koken zijn: gestoofd konijn (dat teruggaat op de Borbonen die op Procida kwamen om op het wilde konijn te jagen) en spaghetti met zee-egels. Procida heeft 6 stranden met kristalhelder water. Verblijf een paar ontspannen dagen op dit prachtige eiland. Ervaar het echte Italië, lieve mensen, geweldig uitzicht, heerlijk zand en heerlijk eten.
O ME! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish;
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects mean—of the struggle ever renew’d;
Of the poor results of all—of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me;
Of the empty and useless years of the rest—with the rest me intertwined;
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer.
That you are here—that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.
-- Walt Whitman
The Grave Ballad
You ought to know, though you may rave,
that we’ve had one foot in the grave
since we were born – and like the chains,
our every move the grave restrains.
Thus chained, we slowly plod along,
more and more grim, less and less strong –
until wham! one day it feels as
if the soil has just swallowed us.
Straight from the well-known path so neat
down there we land on both our feet.
A bit of wind, with rain combined –
and lo! no trace is left behind.
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This is one of my poems I wrote in Polish and then translated into English.
Today (08.02.2022) is my father's birthday. If he lived, he would be 72. He died 20th December 2009.
Mourning chooses its own paths...
The poem, in both Polish and English versions, has been included in my latest, bilingual (Polish-English) book of verse, "Frigor Mortis" (Warsaw 2022).
PS. For my Polish observers, this is how the original version goes:
Ballada o śladach
Dobrze jest uświadomić sobie,
że tkwimy jedną nogą w grobie
przez całe życie – i ten grób
jak łańcuch plącze się u stóp.
Człapie więc człowiek na łańcuchu,
wiotczejąc w ciele, więdnąc w duchu,
aż dnia pewnego nagle: trach!
zapada się pod nami piach.
I prosto z wydeptanej dróżki
do dołu – hyc! na obie nóżki.
Powiał wiaterek. Deszczyk spadł.
Ni jeden się nie ostał ślad.
This was another fairly quick figure. I'm pretty happy with the way he came out! And I'm sorry if the editing isn't as good as My last picture, I was kinda rushing it. :/
Okay first off, the cane was made out of a BrickForge shepherd's crook that I modified and the end of the cane has a Lego katana handle glued on the end. The watch was made from a BrickForge vambrace piece with the end of a stud glued on. The face/body/arms/legs are all 100% painted by me. The vest and coat sleeves were sculpted using a self-hardening clay called Miliput. That's about it, thanks for looking! :)
For Christ’s love compels us, because we are convinced that one died for all, and therefore all died. And he died for all, that those who live should no longer live for themselves but for him who died for them and was raised again...
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation, the old has gone, the new has come.
An inspiration from a good friend. The right page is from a 19th century children's book. The left page is mine, photo and verse.
Psalm 133:1 (KJV)
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I had a request to put Scripture on some of my favorite images, so I will be adding some of my favorite verses. No comments are needed but if you want to, by all means, please do! Thanks for enjoying them!
In those days when our hearts were true
Nothing could change that strange debut
Our dreams were steadfast it’s what we knew
The future was clear it would see us through
In those days when our hearts were true
Time and tide played a changing game
We were unable to be the same.
In those long days when we lost our aim
The spinning reel of time overcame
Then there was that day of acclaim
It was all untrue that much we knew
But some took a long and different view
Much was said and taken to accrue
against our way, our loss then grew
In those days when our hearts were true
The break then came, the fracture made
The split that placed us in the shade
Our fright was such and truth mislaid
Nothing could reach such a tirade
As strangers then we were unmade
No longer then with hearts of truth
Abandoned there without our youth
The day was dark and I moved south
And I was marked then as a sleuth
In those days with hearts untrue
Poem/Lyric Richard Walker 09/10/ 2012
Archive Photo - 'The Avenue of Beech Trees in Early Sunlight near Bradbury Rings Dorset'
A follow up to my “Awesome-Verse Justice League” post from a while back. That photo was very well received and I immediately planned to do this. L to R
Spider Man
King Panther
Thor Odinson
Monster Man
Star Spangled Man
King Namor
Iron Drone (remotely controlled by Tony Stark)
The Wolverine
I hope you all like it!
-Totally Awesome
So it towered higher than all the trees of the field; its boughs increased and its branches grew long, spreading because of abundant waters.
Matthew Henry's Concise Commentary
31:1-9 The falls of others, both into sin and ruin, warn us not to be secure or high-minded. The prophet is to show an instance of one whom the king of Egypt resembled in greatness, the Assyrian, compared to a stately cedar. Those who excel others, make themselves the objects of envy; but the blessings of the heavenly paradise are not liable to such alloy. The utmost security that any creature can give, is but like the shadow of a tree, a scanty and slender protection. But let us flee to God for protection, there we shall be safe. His hand must be owned in the rising of the great men of the earth, and we must not envy them. Though worldly people may seem to have firm prosperity, yet it only seems so.
The desert does not speak — it writes.
Each line in the sand,
a verse of silence,
whispered by the wind,
meant only for those who listen with stillness.