View allAll Photos Tagged without
Pas de FAV sans commentaire.
No FAV without comment
J'ai un noisetier au jardin.
Je comprends maintenant pourquoi je ne ramasse jamais aucune noisette.
Bonne journée à tous.
Merci pour vos visites et commentaires
en ---------------
I have a hazel tree in the garden.
Now I understand why I don't pick up ever, no hazelnut.
Good day to all.
Thank you for your visits and comments
de ---------------
Ich habe ein bäumchen im garten.
Jetzt verstehe ich, warum ich nicht sammle, keine haselnuss.
Guten tag an alle.
Danke für eure besuche und kommentare
es ---------------
Tengo un avellano en el jardín.
Ahora entiendo por qué no recoger nunca, no avellana.
Buen día a todos.
Gracias por sus visitas y comentarios
nl ---------------
Ik heb een hazelaar boom in de tuin.
Nu begrijp ik waarom ik geen pick-up ooit, geen hazelnoot.
Goede dag allemaal.
Dank u voor uw bezoeken en opmerkingen
it ---------------
Ho un albero di nocciola in giardino.
Ora capisco perché io non la prendo mai, no nocciola.
Buona giornata a tutte.
Grazie per le vostre visite e commenti
pt ---------------
Eu tenho uma irmã de árvore no jardim.
Agora eu entendo o porquê de eu não pegar nunca, nenhum de avelã.
Bom dia a todos.
Obrigado por suas visitas e comentários de
Without makeup, with oxygen canula, minimal editing. Photo © 2017 Charles Spencer.
Friends, this is the face that goes with the name Katharine Hanna. My partner and caregiver Charles has posted an appeal on the crowd-sourcing website GoFundMe for assistance with expenses related to my incurable respiratory failure. Details are explained there. Here is the link:
www.gofundme.com/care-for-katharine
This is a paragraph from that page: “I need help to live so I'm reaching out to you. I want to live as fully as I can for as long as I can, God willing—and, if my energy allows, to continue making and sharing images of beauty. Recently my focus shifted radically from preparing to die soon to being open to improved energy, comfort, and productivity. At 5 feet 8 inches, I weigh 92 pounds and have extreme shortness of breath and weakness. I am oxygen-dependent (compressor and portable tanks) 24/7. Charles, my loving and loyal partner and care giver, has been carrying the weight of most of the household tasks and my care for over 4 years. My brother is very generous in helping us meet our monthly household expenses. Although my Medicare and supplemental insurance cover most medically-prescribed comfort measures (vs. curative measures which I discontinued entirely prior to starting hospice), other important parts of my care must be paid for out-of-pocket. And Charles and I can no longer pay for them without help. These include: a natural supplement (for improved energy and reduced occurrence and severity of lung infections); home care service 4 hours a week (to take some of the burden off Charles and maintain a clean and safe living space); durable medical equipment not covered by insurance (for mobility, safety, and pain management), and massage (to reduce the back pain and alleviate extreme dryness caused by medications). All of these make life in this body more tolerable and can free up my attention and energy for creative work ..." which I hope to continue as long as I live.
Recently I've been posting photos mostly from my computer archives. I hope to resume making new photos soon, especially flower macros. With love and thanks to all my Flickr friends. ♥
Checking out a vacant deteriorated building in Michigan. It was interesting to see so much tall overgrowth inside.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
Francisco Aragão © 2015. All Rights Reserved.
Use without permission is illegal.
If you are interested in my photos, they are available for sale. Please contact me by email. Do not use without permission.
Many images are available for license on Getty Images
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
Portuguese
Gramado é um município do estado do Rio Grande do Sul, no Brasil. Localiza-se na Serra Gaúcha, mais precisamente na Região das Hortênsias, a uma latitude 29º 22' 44" sul e a uma longitude 50º 52' 26" oeste, estando a uma altitude de 830 metros. Sua população estimada em 2013 é de 34 110 habitantes. Possui uma área de 237,019 quilômetros quadrados. Seu principal acesso se dá através da RS-115, embora também seja atendida pelas rodovias RS-235 e RS-373.
Sua demografia é etnicamente variada, com forte influência alemã e italiana, o que se reflete especialmente na culinária e na arquitetura urbana e rural.
English
Gramado is a municipality and small tourist town, southeast of Caxias do Sul and east of Nova Petrópolis in the southern Brazilian state of Rio Grande do Sul, in the Serra Gaúcha region. The town was originally settled by Azorean descendants and later received a contingent of German and Italian immigrants. Gramado is one of the towns along the scenic route known as Rota Romântica (Romantic Route).
Spanish
Gramado es un municipio brasileño del Estado de Río Grande del Sur, situado a 115 kilómetros al norte de Porto Alegre, capital del Estado. Limita con los municipios de Caxias do Sul (al norte), Três Coroas (al sur), Canela (al este), Nova Petrópolis y Santa Maria do Herval (al oeste).
Ubicada en la "Sierra Gaucha", la ciudad de Gramado es poseedora de riquezas naturales exuberantes, siendo el polo turístico más importante de Rio Grande do Sul y uno de los destinos más buscados por el turismo interno brasileño. Conocida como la "Suiza del Brasil", Gramado convoca a turistas el año entero atraídos por sus bellezas naturales entre las que predominan sierras, valles, arroyos cristalinos y bosques de pinos, su clima templado y su legado europeo, sobre todo alemán e italiano.
German
Gramado ist eine Stadt in Rio Grande do Sul im Süden Brasiliens. Die Stadtgemeinde hat 31.655 Einwohner. Gramado liegt auf einer Höhe von 830 Metern in der Serra Gaúcha in der Region der Hortensien. Das Gemeindegebiet grenzt an Canela (im Osten), Caxias do Sul (im Norden), Nova Petrópolis (im Westen), Santa Maria do Herval (im Südwesten) und Três Coroas (im Südosten). Gramado liegt 115 km nördlich der Bundesstaatshauptstadt Porto Alegre.
Wikipedia
I hate not having him right here when I wake up. I hate not having him there when I sleep. He is my everything . And I truly am lost without him.
I'm without my heart while he is gone.
I don't care if none of you like this. This is for me .
159/365
Without doubt my favourite buses in the East Yorkshire fleet, the Plaxton President have given sterling service to East Yorkshire. Earmarked for withdrawal when the new e400mmcs arrived for the x46 service, social distancing regulations has meant every double decker is needed and so 673, alongside its sisters have had a stay in execution!
using a battering ram and a double edge spear for weapons
was inspired by an old doodle of mine
credit for the arms (Chro)
bogies models 64-4095(6) have primary suspension of axlebox by two side link arms with one primary helical spring on the top of the axlebox and secondary bogie suspension without a swing bolster by helical springs leaned directly to the arched bogie frame. Bogie model 68-4096 is connected to electric generator with drive shaft and have the gearbox on the axle instead of textrope-and-gear connection used in the classic model 68-4065(6) - KVZ-TsNII type M (КВЗ ЦНИИ тип М) developed in the end of 80's as the modernization of the KVZ-TsNII type 1(2) basic model built from 1962 y.
Seen in the couchette carriage model 61-4194 for 54 seats (плацкартный вагон модель 61-4194 на 54 места) (No. 240) built by the Tver Carriage Works (ТВЗ, Тверской Вагоностроительный Завод) at 2007. These middle generation of carriages were produced by the Tver Carriage Works (ТВЗ) as development of 61-4177 model. Some have new bogie model 68-4095(6), another is complected with classic КВЗ ЦНИИ 68-4065(6).
PGB Photographer & Creative - © Philip Romeyn - Phillostar Gone Ballistic 2020 - Photo may not be edited from its original form. Commercial use is prohibited without contacting me.
Without glue or screws the prototype fit together nicely. I only have a few more things to work through then I can start moving forward!
Facebook | Twitter | Website | Tumblr
This is the photo I wanted to upload before the first one but, I figured I shouldn't since the photo before that was taken here too (although this was only taken on Saturday).
This is for my fashion class at college. They told me I should take what I do with self-portraits and do them for fashion so I did! Clouds and levitation ahoy! Although I don't really think the levitation shot worked, especially with the other images. I certainly got good cloud ones though. I tried to keep a polka dot theme (I had a scarf and skirt which Robyn's wearing here and a fascinator and body top type thing she's wearing in the other photo as well as an umbrella) but you can't really see the pattern since they're so far away haha. Oh well.
Thanks to India for being my cloud bitch and Robyn for being my model.
نحن حينما نكتب ,
نظهر كل ما بجوفنا من ألم , ونرصه على شكل احرف ,
لذلك ..عندما تتاذى مشاعر احدهم حين يقرأ ما كُتب !!
, نُعلم انه قد قرأ الألم ذاته لا الحرف ..
بقلم سمر حمد ~
THE END ~*O*~
ASK ME ANYTHING .. ask.fm/DossaryS
Use without permission is illegal.
don't use my pics on websites and other social media without my permission,thanks !
follow me on: 500px / Fb / Flickr.com / Nikonclub.it/Youpic.com/Yourshot.Nationalgeographic.com/Nationalgeographic.it/Viewbug.com
GhostWorks Texture Competition #93
Texture with thanks to Skeletal Mess
Images credits with my thanks to;
Tree Brushes & Texture 1 - Skeletal Mess
Texture 2 is my own.
I was without a car this weekend so all my travels were by bicycle. This Spotted Flycatcher was an unexpected bonus as I have not seen many locally this year. When I first moved to Yorkshire nearly thirty years ago Spotted Flycatchers were so common that I hardly noticed them. Their two note squeaky wheelbarrow song was a familiar sound of summer, but not any more. Between 1967 and 2010 the population in Britain declined by a massive 89%. They are still quite widely distributed throughout Britain but the numbers have crashed. For every ten pairs there were in my childhood, there is now just one.
Sub-Saharan summer migrants have all suffered population declines in Britain, right across the board. This in itself is unusual as even the beleaguered farmland birds have had a few winners (eg Woodpigeon). It would be easy to point the finger at things going on in their African wintering grounds but the populations of migrants (eg Wood Warbler) are still very strong in Eastern Europe, and these also winter in Africa. In Britain there has been a big drop in insects, with BC's butterfly counts shining a spotlight on one group. But cleaning insects off the car after a summer drive was the norm when I started driving (in the 1970s). The car used to be caked in insects but there have never been anything like that number in recent decades.
The name Spotted Flycatcher is a misnomer as they are plain with a striped breast. Only the recently-fledged juvenile has spots. Even the scientific name striata means striped. They normally perch a bit more upright than this but I think I caught this one just before it took flight.
Erin S. 2015 IFDC Convention Without You
Gown and Braceltes: Pure Icon Paris
www.ebay.com/usr/pure-icon-paris
"Without love I am half human without love I'm all machine
Without love there's nothing doin' I will die without love
Without love I am an island all by myself in a heartbreak sea
Without love there's no denyin' I am dyin' without love
For there is nowhere I can run and there is no hiding place
Sticking out like a sore thumb by that gloomy look upon my face
Without love I'm incomplete without love I am not whole
Without love I'm barely on my feet I am dyin' without love
For there is nowhere I can run...I am dyin' without love"
Elda e sua analógica em um dos lindos dias do último verão.
PLEASE DO NOT FAVOUR WITHOUT LEAVING A COMMENT. THANKS.
NO FAVORITA SIN COMENTARIO
Si vous FAV, s'il vous plaît avoir la gentillesse de laisser un commentaire. Merci.PLEASE DO NOT FAVOUR WITHOUT LEAVING A COMMENT. THANKS.
NO FAVORITA SIN COMENTARIO
Without having any new photos from this year, yet... :), here's another shot form the Hel Peninsula on the Polish Baltic coast.
This was a nice, calm, but very cold sunset around the docks there and i found this place with the frozen beach and lots of snow and ice on the wave-breakers that i quite enjoyed. Further one, once the lights went on, they actually illuminated the tips of the ones in front of me, making them a bit special, maybe...
Hope you'll like it and thanks for visiting.
Shot taken with Canon 400D + Sigma 10-20mm + B+W polarizer + HiTech ND Grad.
More photos on my website:
i'm just a gigolo, everywhere I go
People know the part I'm playing
Paid for every dance
Starting each romance
Oh, what their saying
And there will come a day
And youth will pass away
What will they say about me?
When the end comes I know
They'll say just a gigolo
Life goes on without me
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kkrb4h4weW4
a break from covid news as life goes on without us!
Less than 12 hours to our Persian new year....
Wish you all my friends a new year full of beauty and peace, and specially a year without war for my dear homeland - IRAN.
باز كن پنجره ها را كه نسيم
روز ميلاد اقاقي ها را
جشن ميگيرد
و بهار
روي هر شاخه كنار هر برگ
شمع روشن كرده است
همه چلچله ها برگشتند
و طراوت را فرياد زدند
كوچه يكپارچه آواز شده است
و درخت گيلاس
هديه جشن اقاقي ها را
گل به دامن كرده ست
باز كن پنجره ها را اي دوست
هيچ يادت هست
كه زمين را عطشي وحشي سوخت
برگ ها پژمردند
تشنگي با جگر خاك چه كرد
هيچ يادت هست
توي تاريكي شب هاي بلند
سيلي سرما با تاك چه كرد
با سرو سينه گلهاي سپيد
نيمه شب باد غضبناك چه كرد
هيچ يادت هست
حاليا معجزه باران را باور كن
و سخاوت را در چشم چمنزار ببين
و محبت را در روح نسيم
كه در اين كوچه تنگ
با همين دست تهي
روز ميلاد اقاقي ها را
جشن ميگيرد
خاك جان يافته است
تو چرا سنگ شدي
تو چرا اينهمه دلتنگ شدی
باز كن پنجره ها را
و بهاران را
باور كن
(فريدون مشيری)
For those who can't read Persian, this is a poem named "Believe in the Spring" by Fereidoun Moshiri, and here is its English translation.You can also listen to the poem there!
(The translation was copyrighted, so I didn't copy it here!)
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Norouz (Persian: نوروز , various local pronunciations and spellings) is the traditional Iranian new year holiday in Iran, Azerbaijan, Afghanistan, Albania,
Georgia, various countries of Central Asia such as Turkmenistan, Tajikistan, Uzbekistan, Kyrgyzstan, and Kazakhstan, as well as among the Iranian peoples in Pakistan,Turkey, and everywhere else.
As well as being a Zoroastrian holiday, it is also a holy day for adherents of Sufism as well as Bahá'í Faith. In Iran it is also referred to as an Eid festival, although it is not an Islamic feast. Shia Nizari Ismaili muslims, who trace their origins to Iran, celebrate the festival under the name Navroz. In their religious protocol, Navroz is officially recognized as an Eid, as with Eid ul-Fitr and Eid ul-Adha, although it involves a distinct set of religious ceremonies.
Norouz marks the first day of spring and the beginning of the Iranian year as well as the beginning of the Bahá'í year. It is celebrated by some communities on March 21st and by others on the day of the astronomical vernal equinox (start of spring), which may occur on March 20th, 21st or 22nd.
(Source: Wikipedia)
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
History and Tradition
Tradition takes Norooz as far back as 15,000 years--before the last ice age. King Jamshid (Yima or Yama of the Indo-Iranian lore) symbolizes the transition of the Indo-Iranians from animal hunting to animal husbandry and a more settled life in human history. Seasons played a vital part then. Everything depended on the four seasons. After a sever winter, the beginning of spring was a great occasion with mother nature rising up in a green robe of colorful flowers and the cattle delivering their young. It was the dawn of abundance. Jamshid is said to be the person who introduced Norooz celebrations.
Avestan and later scriptures show that Zarathushtra improved, as early as 1725 BCE., the old Indo-Iranian calendar. The prevailing calendar was luni-solar. The lunar year is of 354 days. An intercalation of one month after every thirty months kept the calendar almost in line with the seasons. Zarathushtra, the Founder of the Good Religion, himself an astronomer, founded an observatory and he reformed the calendar by introducing an eleven-day intercalary period to make it into a luni-solar year of 365 days, 5 hours and a fraction. Later the year was made solely a solar year with each month of thirty days. An intercalation of five days was, and a further addition of one day every four years, was introduced to make the year 365 days, 5 hours, and a fraction. Still later, the calendar was
further corrected to be a purely solar year of 365 days 5 hr 48 min 45.5 sec. The year began precisely with the vernal equinox every time and therefore, there was no particular need of adding one day every four years and there was no need of a leap year. This was [and still is] the best and most correct calendar produced that far.
Some 12 centuries later, in 487 B.C.E., Darius the Great of the Achaemenian dynasty celebrated the Norooz at his newly built Persepolis in Iran. A recent research shows that it was a very special occasion. On that day, the first rays of the rising sun fell on the observatory in the great hall of audience at 06-30 a.m., an event which repeats itself once every 1400-1 years. It also happened to coincide with the Babylonian and Jewish new years. It was, therefore, a highly auspicious occasion for the ancient peoples. The Persepolis was the place, the Achaemenian king received, on Norooz, his peoples from all over the vast empire. The walls of the great royal palace depict the scenes of the celebrations.
We know the Iranian under the Parthian dynasty celebrated the occasion but we do not know the details. It should have, more or less, followed the Achaemenian pattern. During the Sasanian time, preparations began at least 25 days before Norooz. Twelve pillars of mud-bricks, each dedicated to one month of the year, were erected in the royal court. Various vegetable seeds--wheat, barley, lentils, beans, and others--were sown on top of the pillars. They grew into luxurious greens by the New Year Day. The great king held his public audience and the High Priest of the empire was the first to greet him. Government officials followed next. Each person offered a gift and received a present. The audience lasted for five days, each day for the people of a certain profession. Then on the sixth day,
called the Greater Norooz, the king held his special audience. He received members of the Royal family and courtiers. Also a general amnesty was declared for convicts of minor crimes. The pillars were removed on the 16th day and the festival came to a close. The occasion was celebrated, on a lower level, by all peoples throughout the empire.
Since then, the peoples of the Iranian culture, whether Zartoshtis, Jews, Christians, Muslims, Baha’is, or others, have celebrated Norooz precisely at the time of vernal equinox, the first day of the first month, on about March 21.
(Source: The Circle of Ancient Iranian Studies)
Extensive records on the celebration of Norouz appear following the accession of Ardashir I of Persia, the founder of the Sassanid dynasty (224-651 AD). Under the Sassanid emperors, Norouz was celebrated as the most important day of the year. Most royal traditions of Norouz such as royal audiences with the public, cash gifts, and the pardoning of prisoners, were established during the Sassanian era and they persisted unchanged until modern times.
Norouz, along with Sadeh (that is celebrated in mid-winter), survived in society following the introduction of Islam in 650 AD. Other celebrations such Gahanbar and Mehragan were eventually side-lined or were only followed by the Zoroastrians, who carried them as far as Turkey. Norouz, however, was most honored even by the early founders of Islam. There are records of the Four Great Caliphs
presiding over Norouz celebrations, and it was adopted as the main royal holiday during the Abbasid period.
Following the demise of the Caliphate and the subsequent re-emergence of Persian dynasties such as the Samanids and Buyids, Norouz was elevated to an even more important event. The Buyids revived the ancient traditions of Sasanian times and restored many smaller celebrations that had been eliminated by the Caliphate. Even the Turkish and Mongol invaders did not attempt to abolish Norouz in favor of any other celebration. Thus, Norouz remained
as the main celebration in the Persian lands by both the officials and the people.
Omar Khayyam in his Norouznama (letter of Nowrouz) has written a vivid description of the celebration in ancient Persian:
“ From the era of Keykhosrow till the days of Yazdegard, last of the pre-Islamic kings of Persia, the royal custom was thus: on the first day of the New Year, Nau Ruz, the King's first visitor was the High Priest of the Zoroastrians, who brought with him as gifts a golden goblet full of wine, a ring, some gold coins, a fistful of green sprigs of wheat, a sword, a bow and a handsome slave. In the language of Persia he would then glorify God and praise the monarch.. This was the address of the High Priest to the king : "O Majesty, on this feast of the Equinox, first day of the first month of the year, seeing that thou hast freely chosen God and the Faith of the Ancient ones; may Surush, the Angel-messenger, grant thee wisdom and insight and sagacity in thy affairs. Live long in
praise, be happy and fortunate upon thy golden throne, drink immortality from the Cup of Jamshid; and keep in solemn trust the customs of our ancestors, their noble aspirations, fair gestes and the exercise of justice and righteousness. May thy soul flourish; may thy youth be as the new-grown grain; may thy horse be puissant, victorious; thy sword bright and deadly against foes; thy hawk swift against its prey; thy every act straight as the arrow's shaft. Go forth from thy rich throne, conquer new lands. Honor the craftsman and the sage in equal degree; disdain the acquisition of wealth. May thy house prosper and thy life be long!"
(Source: Wikipedia)
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Today
Today, the ceremony has been simplified. Every house gets a thorough cleaning almost a month before. Wheat, barley, lentils, and other vegetables seeds are soaked to grow on china plates and round earthenware vessels some ten days in advance, so that the sprouts are three to four inches in height by Norooz. A table is laid. It has a copy of the sacred book (the Gathas for Zarathushtrians), picture of Zarathushtra (again for Zarathushtrians), a mirror, candles, incense burner, bowl of water with live gold fish, the plates and vessels with green sprouts, flowers, fruits, coins, bread, sugar cone, various grains, fresh vegetables, colorfully painted boiled eggs like the “Easter eggs,” and above all, seven articles with their names beginning in Persian with the letter s or sh. The usual
things with s are vinegar, sumac, garlic, samanu (consistency of germinating wheat), apple, senjed (sorb?), and herbs. Those with sh include wine, sugar, syrup, honey, candy, milk, and rice-pudding. Here in North America, these may be substituted with English words that would alliterate, rhyme, or make mouths water. The seven articles are prominently exhibited in small bowls or plates on the table. The whole table, beautifully laid, symbolizes the Message and the Messenger, light, reflection, warmth, life, love, joy, production, prosperity, and nature. It is, in fact, a very elaborate thanksgiving table for all the good beautifully bestowed by God.
Family members, all dressed in their best, sit around the table and eagerly await the announcement of the exact time of vernal equinox over radio or television. The head of the family recites the Norooz prayers, and after the time is announced, each member kisses the other and wishes a Happy Norooz. Elders give gifts to younger members. Next the rounds of visits to neighbors, relatives, and friends begin. Each visit is reciprocated. Zarathushtra’s Birthday and Norooz festival are celebrated by Zartoshtis at social centers on about 6 Farvardin (26 March). Singing and dancing is, more or less for the first, a daily routine. The festivity continues for 12 days, and on the 13th morning, the mass picnic to countryside begins. It is called sizdeh-be-dar, meaning “thirteen-in-the-outdoors.”
Cities and villages turn into ghost towns with almost all the i[nhabitants gone to enjoy the day in woods and mountains along stream and riversides. People sing, dance, and make merry. Girls of marriageable age tie wild grass tops into knots and make a wish that the following Norooz may find them married and carrying their bonny babies.
(Source: The Circle of Ancient Iranian Studies)
===================================
Added to flickr Explore (interestingness) page of 20 March 2007.
Without saying / writing it every time my thank-you is always in my heart to all who have taken the time to view my pics and also to all who have commented! .. What a great site this is
PGB Photographer & Creative - © 2022 Philip Romeyn - Phillostar Gone Ballistic 2021 - Photo may not be edited from its original form. Commercial use is prohibited without contacting me.
Nice comments without copied/pasted group icons are welcome. .
As Flickr is a sharing site I only add my pictures to public groups, .
Photography experience courses available, please email for details.
The full portfolio available from Stock photography by Tim Large at Alamy
Photographer:- TimLarge
Location:- Longwell Green, (Bitton) Bristol, UK
©TimothyLarge
Please NOTE and RESPECT the copyright.
photo © 2016 photos4dreams - all rights reserved.
This image may not be copied, reproduced, published or distributed in any medium without the expressed written permission of the copyright holder.
For purchase-information please see my profile.
For the Anniversary of My Death
Every year without knowing it I have passed the day
When the last fires will wave to me
And the silence will set out
Tireless traveller
Like the beam of a lightless star
Then I will no longer
Find myself in life as in a strange garment
Surprised at the earth
And the love of one woman
And the shamelessness of men
As today writing after three days of rain
Hearing the wren sing and the falling cease
And bowing not knowing to what
— W. S. Merwin
On the Last Day of the World
On the last day of the world I would want to plant a tree
~W. S. Merwin
On the last day of the world, I would want
to feed you. Raspberries. Thin slices of apple.
Peaches so ripe they drip down our chins,
down our necks. I would want to sit with you
beneath a tree, no we’ll climb a tree, no
we’ll plant a tree, yes all of these. On the last
day of the world, I want to give myself permission
to feel exactly what I feel, to be exactly who I am,
to shed every layer of should and meet you
that way. Knowing we have only hours left,
could we put down our arguments with ourselves
and each other and find no energy to pick them up again?
On that day, I want us to write the last poem
together and let the writing undo us, let it teach us
how to get out of the way, how to obey what emerges.
Let’s run outside, no matter the weather, and praise
the light till the light is gone, and then praise the dark.
— Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
Black on Black
My grandmother loved me with a thick accent
spoke to me Yemeni words
I never understood,
and as a child
I remember
how scared I was to stay alone with her
out of fear that I wouldn’t understand the tongue in her mouth
which she kept singing to me with a smile.
I didn’t understand
a single word she said
the sounds far, far away
even when she spoke closely.
Once
I remember,
she bought me a pineapple yogurt
and after I punched a hole with my thumb
in the thin aluminum lid
and drank it all,
I wanted to say thank you
but didn’t know
which language to use,
so I went to the big garden
plucked a flower
and handed it to her,
sheepishly.
I remember
how much awkwardness stood between us
of one blood
and two muted tongues.
She washed the yogurt cup
silently
filled it with water
and placed the flower in it.
I never understood
a word she said,
my grandmother,
but I understood her hands
I understood her flesh
even though she never
really understood
the words I said
and simply loved my little body
the daughter of her daughter.
And sometimes the heart asks
strange things for itself
like to learn Yemeni
and return to her grave
lay lips to the earth
and cry into it
all that that little girl had to say
and mainly to warn her
that the flower I’d given her
was full of ants.
— Adi Keisser
Translated from Hebrew by Ayelet Tsabari
© Copyright 2013 Francisco Aragão
© ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Use without permission is illegal.
© TODOS OS DIREITOS RESERVADOS. Usar sem permissão é ilegal.
=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=[fa]
Portuguese
O Centro Histórico de Goiás abrange a área histórica do município brasileiro de Goiás, antiga capital do estado de Goiás. A preservação desse sítio histórico começou em 1978, quando foi tombada pelo Patrimônio Histórico Nacional(Iphan), possui cerca de 486 imóveis tombados e aproximadamente 1.200 bens móveis, como mobílias e obras de arte.
De influência medieval, adaptando-se à forma do terreno e sendo influenciada pela arquitetura religiosa.
A arquitetura civil, diferente da religiosa, é simples, sem exuberância como em outras cidades. Recebeu influência da arquitetura portuguesa, como fachadas contínuas e grandes quintais, adaptada ao clima tropical do local.
A cidade vem passando por várias reformas ao longo dos últimos anos, numa tentativa de conservar intacto seu aspecto colonial. Quando foi tombada Patrimônio pelo IPHAN. A partir daí foram promovidas várias campanhas para preservar todo o patrimônio histórico, arquitetônico, cultural do município.
Entre as construções existentes atualmente, se destacam a igreja da Boa morte, o Chafariz, a casa de Cora Coralina, a casa do Governador, as ruas de pedra, a antiga cadeia, a igreja de Santa Bárbara, os casarões.
Patrimônio da Unesco
Goiás, antiga capital do estado de Goiás, ganhou o título de Patrimônio Cultural da Humanidade, concedido pela Unesco no dia 27 de junho de 2001 e comemorado por toda a população da cidade e do estado.
Este é o nono conjunto a conseguir o título no Brasil.
Projeto de restauração
As atividades culturais e o turismo se tornaram relevantes, e a preservação dos monumentos começou a ser realizada.
Destacam-se a restauração das igrejas Santa Bárbara e Matriz de Santana e do Museu Arte Sacra, a retirada de postes e fios elétricos, hoje subterrâneos, e da elaboração de inventários dos bens históricos da cidade.
Goiás foi uma das cidades escolhidas na primeira fase do Projeto Monumental, que financia a restauração de sítios tombados através de empréstimos. Cerca de R$ 2 milhões devem ser destinados à cidade, para restauração de monumentos, como o Antigo Mercado, o Matadouro e Quartel XX, e na recuperação da área do Rio Vermelho. Proprietários de imóveis tombados poderão conseguir empréstimos para casarões.
Spanish
El Centro histórico de Goiás abarca el casco histórico de la ciudad brasileña de Goiás, la antigua capital del estado de Goiás. La preservación de este sitio histórico se inició en 1978 cuando fue incluida como Patrimonio Nacional (Iphan), constaba de alrededor de 486 edificios y unos 1200 activos tales como muebles y obras de arte.
La ciudad cuenta con un trazado irregular de influencia medieval, adaptándose a la forma del terreno y con gran arquitectura religiosa.
La arquitectura civil, diferente de la religiosa, es simple, sin la exuberancia como en otras ciudades brasileñas. Recibió la influencia de la arquitectura portuguesa, en fachadas continuas y patios interiores muy amplios, adaptados al clima tropical del lugar.
La ciudad ha experimentado varias reformas durante los últimos años en un esfuerzo por conservar intacto su aspecto colonial. En especial, cuando fue incluida en la lista del Patrimonio por la IPHAN, a partir de lo cual fueron promovidas diversas campañas para preservar todos los aspectos históricos, arquitectónicos y culturales del municipio.
Entre los edificios existentes actualmente, destacan la iglesia de la Buena Muerte, de la Fontana, la casa de Cora Coralina, la casa del Gobernador, las calles de piedra, la antigua cárcel, la iglesia de Santa Bárbara, las mansiones.
Patrimonio de la Humanidad
Goiás, antigua capital del estado de Goiás, obtuvo el título de Patrimonio Cultural de la Humanidad, otorgado por la Unesco el 27 de junio de 2001 y fue conmemorado por toda la población de la ciudad y del estado.
Éste es el noveno conjunto en conseguir el título en Brasil.
Proyecto de restauración
Las actividades culturales y el turismo han ganado relevancia, y la preservación de los monumentos comenzaron a hacerse realidad.
Entre ellos, la restauración de las iglesias Santa Bárbara y la Matriz de Santana y el Museo de Arte Sacro, la eliminación de postes y cables eléctricos, ahora soterrados, y la elaboración de inventarios de los bienes históricos de la ciudad.
Goiás fue una de las ciudades elegidas en la primera fase del Proyecto Monumental, que financia la restauración a través de préstamos. Se asignó una ayuda para restaurar los monumentos, como el Mercado Viejo, el Matadero y el Cuartel, y la recuperación de la zona del río Rojo. Los propietarios de viviendas afectadas podían obtener préstamos para reformar sus casas.
Referencias
Esta obra deriva de la traducción de Centro Histórico de Goiás, publicada bajo la Licencia de documentación libre de GNU y la Licencia Creative Commons Atribución-CompartirIgual 3.0 Unported por editores de la Wikipedia en portugués.
Wikipedia
Title:
“If I die young bury me in satin” Samantha just could not keep from playing that song in her head.
******************************
Lyrics to the sonnet appear after the story
************************
Samantha shook her head to clear her mind. Here she was on a deadly serious operation and a silly old song was all she could think about. She should have worn velvet tonight, she reasoned without any logic.
This was her third attempt out undercover. The only nibble so far had been a two bit second rate mugger on their first attempt. Sam remembered the look in his drooling eyes, he had figured that he had hit the jackpot as he forced, at knifepoint, Samantha to hand over her pricy jewels. Boy was he surprised when Sam’s team paid his seedy apartment a visit a few hours later as he was celebrating his good fortune with his cronies. Then she heard it….
Suddenly, all thoughts of songs and adolescencent punks were driven from her mind. Sam’s sixth sense was tingling; she had picked up a follower. She had heard him in the woods one the other side of the deserted lane. He was good, she hadn’t been aware of being followed until the muffled snap of a twig reached her ears. She shivered deliciously, come to momma she said to herself, not giving any outward sign that she had heard…….
**
The unknown assailant That Sam was trying to lure had been making a practice of preying on wealthy, unchaperoned women. Carefully selecting his victims based solely on the jewels they were exhibiting. Following them home as they left the upper class parties they were attending. He would then ambush them, tying up the hapless victim, then looting the house of anything small, but valuable, including whatever jewelry could be found on his bound, usually wriggling victim.
His fifth target had been taken a month ago on Halloween night. She had been a blonde mistress of a titled junior minister, who had set her up in his summer cottage, which overlooked the channel. She had been seized, bound, gagged and robbed inside the small cottage. In her struggles against her bindings she had choked to death. That had made it murder. That made it Sam’s problem. With the heat being put on by the junior minister Sam had been given carte blanche. But, by the manner with which Sir Mister ” junior” minister had been squawking, one would assume he was more concerned over the jewels that had been nicked than the untimely demise of his sexy young paramour!. The vain prig probably already had another one lined up and installed at the small cottage, waiting to be adorned with the jewels once they had been recovered Sam figured wryly. But, an assignment was an assignment no matter what her feelings were about the matter. So, Sam had assembled her team, supplied them with the very latest in technology, and had gone hunting him down.
Sam had felt a bit James Bondish wearing jewels with an array of tracking devices carefully hidden in amongst the tiffany quality Gems. Her rented cottage, an old keep for a bygone ancient castle, was also outfitted with ultra-sensitive listening devices. Her team could track every move and hear every word spoken as Sam was out on her prowl.
**
And now she was being carefully followed. Instinctively she knew that whomever it was, it wasn’t a two bit hood this time. Another twig snapped, closer and, Sam thought, deliberate. She turned around to look, hand to mouth, in all appearances she was the slightly drunk and vulnerable, wealthy brunette that was her role on this case . But, unnoticeably, on the inside, Samantha ‘s whole demeanor changed, becoming cold and alert, Knowing it was her job to bring this piece of venom to justice. Bring it on she thought to herself, hoping this was the one. Then she turned and made her way to the keep, her senses prickling….
***********************************************************************
"If I Die Young"
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Uh oh, uh oh
Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother
She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors, oh,
And life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no
Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby
The sharp knife of a short life, oh well
I've had just enough time
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
The sharp knife of a short life, oh well
I've had just enough time
And I'll be wearing white, when I come into your kingdom
I'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger,
I've never known the lovin' of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holdin' my hand,
There's a boy here in town, says he'll love me forever,
Who would have thought forever could be severed by...
...the sharp knife of a short life, oh well?
I've had just enough time
So put on your best, boys, and I'll wear my pearls
What I never did is done
A penny for my thoughts, oh, no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singin'
Funny when you're dead how people start listenin'
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Uh oh (uh, oh)
The ballad of a dove (oh, uh)
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket
Save 'em for a time when you're really gonna need 'em, oh
The sharp knife of a short life, oh well
I've had just enough time
So put on your best, boys, and I'll wear my pearls.
*******************************************************************
Courtesy of Chatwick University Archives
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
DISCLAIMER
All rights and copyrights observed by Chatwick University, Its contributors, associates and Agents
The purpose of these chronological photos and accompanying stories, articles is to educate, teach, instruct, and generally increase the awareness level of the general public as to the nature and intent of the underlying criminal elements that have historically plagued humankind.
No Part of this can reprinted, duplicated, or copied be without the express written permission and approval of Chatwick University.
These photos and stories are works of fiction. Any resemblance to people, living or deceased, is purely coincidental.
As with any work of fiction or fantasy the purpose is for entertainment and/or educational purposes only, and should never be attempted in real life.
We accept no responsibility for any events occurring outside this website.
********************************************************************************
Nice comments without copied/pasted group icons are welcome. .
As Flickr is a sharing site I only add my pictures to public groups, .
Photography experience courses available, please email for details.
The full portfolio available from Stock photography by Tim Large at Alamy
Photographer:- TimLarge
Location:- Cheddar, Somerset, England. UK
©TimothyLarge
Fight the poachers without arms and challenge the prejudices.
Have chosen the name of the world's most poisonous and dangerous snake: the Black Mambas, the first team against poaching composed only of women. In a world dominated by men, 2 years ago, this surveillance team was born to face the problem of ever-expanding poaching in South Africa: in 7 years, in fact, more and more the rhinos killed for their horns are being removed, causing the death of the animal and resold mainly to the Chinese market that uses it powdered in traditional medicine to heal fever, epilepsy, malaria and poisoning. It is a precious material that is very high on the black market (about $ 60,000 for kilo) and this is a strong incentive for poaching, in a densely populated and poor area like the one bordering the Greater Kruger National Park.
About this the Black Mambas have been awarded UNEP's annual recognition program (United Nations Environment Program) assigned to organizations and individuals who stand out for the protection of the environment and for building a sustainable future by acting, in their respective areas of expertise with tenacity and determination.
I heard this news this evening in the state TV
I searched the news in internet and the article goes back two years ago while they were born two years further back
And so I thought about how strange the world is, the bad news comes in a nanosecond, those beautiful in 4 years ......
I dedicate this to them
Thanks for your recent visits, favorites, comments and invitations. I go slow, but everything is very much appreciated, as always....
All rights reserved. Image can not be inserted in blogs, websites or any other form, without my written permission.
©2015 Yuri Figuenick All Rights Reserved.
My photos are protected under International copyright laws.
Do not download,copy, process or manipulate without my permission.
Today was one day without shoes to support TOMS. Learn more at www.toms.com/
get behind it