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This fine pile shown in weak winter light was built in the nineteenth century for Sir Walter Scott. It is a mixture of styles and is now open as a museum displaying artefacts from Scott's collection. They are varied, from Roman statues to mediaeval artefacts including armaments to Scottish curiosities and painting. To be honest, I found it excessive. By the time he built it, he was very wealthy on account of the success of the many books he wrote. He is regarded as the father of historical novels and became famous all over the world. I attach a link to a shot of his library in the house, a shot which shows something of the opulence of the interior. www.flickr.com/photos/alan_glasgow/9222821579/in/datetaken/
"And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do"
"E se io ti mostro il mio lato oscuro
Mi stringerai a te comunque stanotte?
E se t'apro il mio cuore
E ti mostro il mio lato debole
Che farai?"
Pink Floyd - The Final Cut
Hay bale.
I’m not sure it’s a good thing when you start taking photographs just so you can mangle them for Sliders Sunday. It seems a bit like planning an accident, premeditating mayhem…
This is a picture of the black plastic wrapping of a hay bale sitting in a field.
Well, in truth it was more of a parkland lawn in front of a grand house, the sort that has huge ornamental trees dotted about in an artistically contrived way, with three finely-bred horses idly grazing in a select corner… a carefully constructed rural vista for the mansion’s windows.
And I wasn’t trespassing, honest. There are two paths that cross the field. These are part of the wonderful English system of public footpaths, which give legal rights to everyone to use whenever they wish.
As far as I am aware, in order to establish a public footpath you must demonstrate that the public had used the path unchallenged every day for a year. That’s why landowners of industrial estates and business parks often close the access roads for one day a year (typically Christmas) to prevent the creation of an ongoing access right.
So new footpaths are rare these days, and most were formed like these in Victorian times when the workers walked from their hovels to the local woollen mills to work each day. The valley is littered with them and it’s part of the attraction of the place.
I’m glad nobody saw me take picture: I must have looked strange in this grand setting, crouching down, pointing an unwieldy lens at the crumpled featureless plastic of the bale temporarily left lying by he agricultural contractor. They would have thought me mad. (I know you already think I’m mad, but let’s try and keep it between ourselves if we can).
Ah, you would like to know the recipe? (And now I know I am just talking to myself :) ).
Take dubious pic. Duplicate image layer and flip one horizontally. Blend with Difference, stirring continually. So that gets you the symmetry. The rest is really just getting the colours and tones.
Merge Visible to get a new layer in the pan. Blend it back with the existing two with Negation - a flavour which seems to favour these ingredients.
Make a copy of the merged layer mentioned above and blend it back with the underlying three, this time with a touch of Reflect.
Merge Visible again a blend this back with what has gone before adding Glow to the melange.
Merge the whole lot again, stirring continuously to thicken the mixture and boil off some of the weaker colours. Duplicate this merge and apply a Curves layer in LAB mode and tweak to taste. Soften the resulting goulash by blending back with the first copy (unCurved) using selective blend ranges.
Serve with LayerFX, a dark Inner Glow with reduced opacity to give a burnt edges effect.
Note that this is all wok cooking and doesn’t involved those pesky plugin ovens :)
I shall post an image of the raw ingredients in the first comment.
Thank you for taking the time to look. I hope you enjoy the image. Happy Sliders Sunday :)
[Handheld in daylight.
Processed from the raw using Affinity Photo for the iPad.]
A weak link can lead to chaos.....
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Turn around on sled runners, extend arms as far as possible, hope something is in focus, hope low branch doesn't smack upbackside the head, hope squirrel or ptarmigan doesn't cross trail causing dogs to surge, maintain balance (at least physically), press shutter. Being There.
Nice, cold weather and almost no wind but a weak aurora borealis tonight. Maybe it's better tomorrow.
(Explored #398)
This is a crop of a 4x5 image taken of the rime ice on the beach at Point Woronzof in Anchorage. This ice is very weak and crumbles if you step on it, as it was once salt water. Taken in the early 2000s at sunset or twilight. I see a face or maybe two in this.
What makes one weak?
Why I ask this question so tactlessly? Simply because the perception of ones weaknesses can help a person to perform his goals and realize a cherished dream. The analogy is rather simple. If you know your strengths, you can easily figure out the areas of knowledge, where you feel yourself confident. You start having a chance to develop yourself. We often make our life choices paying attention to our strengths, for instance, when we choose career, take part in competitions, enter into argument with somebody etc. Your strength allow you to feel yourself a happy and successful person. It gives you a sense of full life. But, strength is always like that - forceful and convincing, but what about weak sides of character?
Weaknesses are also important. When you finally know your strength, take your time and analyze your weaknesses. It is the key for understanding and excepting yourself. Don't try to avoid the weaknesses of your character. Don't try to create a picture of omnipotent. Sooner or later they come into surface, usually in the most awkward situations, leading to a complete frustration. Don't try to limit your activity to only your strengths, let your weakness display. Analyze, make a plan on weaknesses liquidation.
As any human being I also have strong and weak sides of character. Among the weak one I would definitely name excessive sensitivity, mistrustfulness and a set of fears (oh, how one can go without them?). But having weakness doesn't mean being a weak man. The only thing that it means is the need of self-work.
Be honest with yourself. You can listen to the opinions of people, but you have to remember, no one knows you better that you yourself. The answer to the question 'what makes one weak' is pretty obvious. It is we ourselves, our idleness, reluctance to work and lack of self-faith.
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the implements I prepared so as to facilitate giving Sonya water when she becomes weak as she can't drink by herself. But I didn't use that, because she had drunk water by herself until just before her death for luckily and fortunately. Sonya passed away by cardiomyopathy on the morning of October 6th, 2025. She was 7 and a half years-old.
It was not spectacular aurora show last night, maybe being further north would help, but still nice to see something. Looking forward to aurora activity on cold winter nights :-)
Recollections on death
The word 'death' is associated with fear, obscurity and deep sadness. The theme of death is taboo. I remember some episodes in my life when I used in conversation such words as death, die, tombstone with which I easily put my interlocutors into confusion. One day I was even given a reproach, telling that these words are kind of forbidden and shouldn't be said aloud. I remember I was deeply confused by this reproach as when you look at the history of mankind it becomes obvious that birth and death are natural and essential parts of any life.
Fear of death is evident. Here I am and here I stop existing. What has changed? Was there a slightest sense in everything I've done? Is there a meaning of life?
I have heard about death in my childhood. I realized that for every beginning there is an end, I have seen the reports about famous people' death, at last I have seen cats shook down on the roads. But still death was away from me. The first time I faced it was at the age of 10 when my father passed away unexpectedly. Just before it happened he said goodbye to me for a longer time than usual as he went for a walk. He has never came back.
The comprehension of what had happened came later. The death acquaintances astonished me. I still remember the fear gripping me. The fact that we are mortal and so weak shocked me. Then came sadness and sorrow from the fact that we can lose our beloved and one day pass away as well. Fourteen years has passed but there is no day I haven't thought about death. And I know that many people are afraid of it the same as me, because it is something unexplored and unpredictable. It is something that can not be planned. Moreover, it is impossible to know what will be further if ever there will be something.
It can be seen from the side as if I am disenchanted by life, but is untrue. I admire life and am happy for the ability to feel and live. One can suppose that I am dreaming of immortality, but that is untrue again. Immortality would be punishment for me.
The fact that each of us has certain years given makes our life and its meaning the highest value. There is life given. Sooner of later it will come to an end. It is inevitable. There is only one question left, concerning the meaning of life. How to spend the years given? One decides on his own. There is no universal meaning, but one can fulfill has life with sense. Devote oneself to something, experience something, share something. Only when you realize that everything comes to an end, your beginning and the path called life gains the deepest meaning. It can be seen that each of us is living in a personally created myth. A life-long myth.
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I wanted to capture the somewhat bleak day and weak sun. I am not sure why this photo appeals to me, but it does. The building is the former McArthur Mill, now being gentrified into condos.
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Another amazing creation for " A dream within" event by Aliza Karu
(Above is completely un-retouched image taken inworld)
"For the heart whose woes are legion
'Tis a peaceful, soothing region-
For the spirit that walks in shadow
'Tis- oh, 'tis an Eldorado!
But the traveller, travelling through it,
May not- dare not openly view it!
Never its mysteries are exposed
To the weak human eye unclosed;
So wills its King, who hath forbid
The uplifting of the fringed lid;
And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through darkened glasses.
By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have wandered home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule. "
Aliza Karu :
The Tawny Coster (Acraea terpsicore) is a small, 53–64 millimetres (2.1–2.5 in), leathery, winged butterfly which is common in grassland and scrub habitats. It belongs to the Nymphalidae or brush-footed butterfly family. It has a weak fluttery flight
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Introduction
1. God, when You treat me kindly I am delighted, and feel comfort; when You chastise me, I feel even greater comfort and joy. Although I am weak, and endure untold suffering, although there are tears and sadness, You know that this sadness is because of my disobedience, and because of my weakness. I weep because I cannot satisfy Your desires, I feel sorrow and regret because I am insufficient for Your requirements, but I am willing to attain this realm, I am willing to do all I can to satisfy You.
2. Your chastisement has brought me protection, and has given me the best salvation; Your judgment eclipses Your tolerance and patience. Without Your chastisement and judgment, I would not enjoy Your mercy and lovingkindness. Today, I see all the more that Your love has transcended the heavens and excelled all. Your love is not just mercy and lovingkindness; even more than that, it is chastisement and judgment. Your chastisement and judgment has given me so much. Without Your chastisement and judgment, not a single person would be cleansed, and not a single person would be able to experience the love of the Creator.
Eastern Lightning, The Church of Almighty God was created because of the appearance and work of Almighty God, the second coming of the Lord Jesus, Christ of the last days. It is made up of all those who accept Almighty God's work in the last days and are conquered and saved by His words. It was entirely founded by Almighty God personally and is led by Him as the Shepherd. It was definitely not created by a person. Christ is the truth, the way, and the life. God's sheep hear God's voice. As long as you read the words of Almighty God, you will see God has appeared.
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The photo was shot at top of Mt. Wufuh, New Taipei City, Taiwan.
Patience got its reward- when the weak sunlight shone thru grey thick clouds.
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Explore: Highest position: 341 on Sunday, September 21, 2008
The long cold winter was announced with rain.
Colors changed so soon this year, it wasn't time to capture that.
Chill.
Wind.
Rain.
Weak Sun rays trying to shine trough tick cover of heavy clouds.
TIME FOR INTIMACY OF SMALL WARM PLACES.
Even that is "la pizzeria"!
A Disused Shed in Co. Wexford
BY DEREK MAHON
Let them not forget us, the weak souls among the asphodels.
—Seferis, Mythistorema
(for J. G. Farrell)
Even now there are places where a thought might grow —
Peruvian mines, worked out and abandoned
To a slow clock of condensation,
An echo trapped for ever, and a flutter
Of wildflowers in the lift-shaft,
Indian compounds where the wind dances
And a door bangs with diminished confidence,
Lime crevices behind rippling rain barrels,
Dog corners for bone burials;
And in a disused shed in Co. Wexford,
Deep in the grounds of a burnt-out hotel,
Among the bathtubs and the washbasins
A thousand mushrooms crowd to a keyhole.
This is the one star in their firmament
Or frames a star within a star.
What should they do there but desire?
So many days beyond the rhododendrons
With the world waltzing in its bowl of cloud,
They have learnt patience and silence
Listening to the rooks querulous in the high wood.
They have been waiting for us in a foetor
Of vegetable sweat since civil war days,
Since the gravel-crunching, interminable departure
Of the expropriated mycologist.
He never came back, and light since then
Is a keyhole rusting gently after rain.
Spiders have spun, flies dusted to mildew
And once a day, perhaps, they have heard something —
A trickle of masonry, a shout from the blue
Or a lorry changing gear at the end of the lane.
There have been deaths, the pale flesh flaking
Into the earth that nourished it;
And nightmares, born of these and the grim
Dominion of stale air and rank moisture.
Those nearest the door grow strong —
‘Elbow room! Elbow room!’
The rest, dim in a twilight of crumbling
Utensils and broken pitchers, groaning
For their deliverance, have been so long
Expectant that there is left only the posture.
A half century, without visitors, in the dark —
Poor preparation for the cracking lock
And creak of hinges; magi, moonmen,
Powdery prisoners of the old regime,
Web-throated, stalked like triffids, racked by drought
And insomnia, only the ghost of a scream
At the flash-bulb firing-squad we wake them with
Shows there is life yet in their feverish forms.
Grown beyond nature now, soft food for worms,
They lift frail heads in gravity and good faith.
They are begging us, you see, in their wordless way,
To do something, to speak on their behalf
Or at least not to close the door again.
Lost people of Treblinka and Pompeii!
‘Save us, save us,’ they seem to say,
‘Let the god not abandon us
Who have come so far in darkness and in pain.
We too had our lives to live.
You with your light meter and relaxed itinerary,
Let not our naive labours have been in vain!’
Derek Mahon, "A Disused Shed in Co. Wexford" from New Collected Poems . Copyright © 2011 by Derek Mahon. Reprinted by permission of The Gallery Press.
Source: New Collected Poems (The Gallery Press, 2011)
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