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All that glitters is not gold ;-)
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Music of the Spheres, Waltz, Op. 235 (Sphärenklänge) by Josef Strauss.
youtu.be/DYk3iKcfiYo ( youtu.be/DYk3iKcfiYo )
Many thanks for dropping by and leaving a comment. Please check out my blog whilst you listen to this lovely music. Tips and tricks for iPads, androids etc, and things to make you laugh.
www.ipernity.com/blog/june_antill
Easter Greetings
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Remember the true meaning of Easter...
Victimae Paschali Laudes
youtu.be/nWmFDlCgKwM
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April Fool
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Stock resources (vintage postcard) from tjkruse @ www.deviantart.com
Texture from rubyblossom @ www.flickr.com
Iconic Tower Bridge
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Texture from Photo Studio Pro
Paul McCartney & Wings - London Town
youtu.be/XS3nMOmLZWU
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La donna del lago
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An oldie from the archives....
Stock resources from faestock @ www.deviantart.com Thank you Jessica
Texture from Picanta at www.deviantart.com
La donna del lago
Based on Sir Walter Scott's book The Lady of the Lake, La Donna del Lago is the most romantic of Rossini's Italian operas.
youtu.be/BUIViIAdxC8
A very small excerpt from the book by Sir Walter Scott. Published in 1899
The boat had touched the silver strand,
Just as the Hunter left his stand,
And stood concealed amid the brake,
To view this Lady of the Lake.
The maiden paused, as if again
She thought to catch the distant strain.
With head upraised, and look intent,
And eye and ear attentive bent,
And locks flung back, and lips apart,
Like monument of Grecian art,
In listening mood, she seemed to stand,
The guardian Naiad of the strand.
And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace
A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace
Of finer form or lovelier face!
What though the sun, with ardent frown,
Had slightly tinged her cheek with brown--
The sportive toil, which, short and light,
Had dyed her glowing hue so bright,
Served too in hastier swell to show
Short glimpses of a breast of snow.
What though no rule of courtly grace
To measured mood had trained her pace,--
Cherry Pink
Tulips in Rushton Hall
A blanket of pink
The Panther ;-)
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On Explore, thank you
Textures from lenabim anna @ www.flickr.com and Photo Studio Pro
Eyes in the frame
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Model from mariaamanda @ www.deviantart.com
Textures from zeldona@mellomint www.deviantart.com and picmonkey
Beautiful Romantic Spanish Guitar Music by Al Marconi
youtu.be/UogNgeSlJ-A
Origin of henna (Source Silk & Stone)
The art of henna has been practiced for over 5000 years in Pakistan, India, Africa and the Middle East. There is some documentation that it is over 9000 years old. Because henna has natural cooling properties, people of the desert, for centuries, have been using henna to cool down their bodies. They make a paste of henna and soak their palms and soles of the feet in it to get an air conditioning affect. They feel its cooling sensation throughout the body for as long as the henna stain remains on their skin. Initially, as the stain faded away, it left patterns on the skin surface which led to ideas to make designs for decorative purposes. In the ancient Egyptian times mummies wore henna designs and it is documented that Cleopatra herself used henna for decorative purposes.
Henna was not only a popular adornment for the rich but the poor, who could not afford jewelry, used it to decorate their bodies as well.
Henna in the West
Today people all over the world have adopted the ancient traditions of adorning their bodies with the beautiful natural artwork created from the henna plant. It became a very popular form of temporary body decoration in the 90's in the US and has become a growing trend ever since.
At the break of day
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Wells next the sea, Norfolk
On the beach, a poem by Michael Williams
At dawn, bare footed, viewing as far as eyes can reach,
the water's edge advances and recedes along the beach.
Before me I see a carpet of half-buried shells of sea-creatures,
tide washed and rippled in sodden sand along the beach.
I move, exploring, sodden sand oozing between my toes,
beyond me the wavelets breaking on the sand along the beach.
Behind me, my wandering trail is blurred and indistinct,
as the water's edge advances and recedes along the beach.
At mid-day, on the soft dry sand behind the water's edge,
undressed worshippers lie in the sun that beats down along the beach.
At night, the moon's reflection at the water's edge
resembles sea serpents playing in the wavelets along the beach.
I Wrapped Her In Ribbons
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On Explore, thank you
Stock resources and textures from erieye @ www.deviantart.com and lenabim anna @ www.flickr.com
Galliard-I Wrapped Her In Ribbons-1969
youtu.be/8Ga8IoY6--4
Coleus
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André Rieu - Amazing Grace
youtu.be/_CFBh7uWPgU?list=PLD8tVgPY6C1kXXb83cFaX_6xvSnnGvvYO
Elizabethan Lodge, Lyveden New Beild
Monday madness
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Andre Rieu - Tulpen aus Amsterdam & Adieu mein kleiner Gardeoffizier 2010
youtu.be/XRvhNONZcfs
Lincoln Cathedral
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Just one of many sections..
This is one of the finest Gothic buildings in Europe. The west front incorporates the first part of the surviving Romanesque cathedral from 1072.
LINCOLN is an historic city, with many reminders of the past, with this grand Norman Cathedral dominating the landscape from the top of the hill, many small Medieval streets, and the remains of Roman occupation still on view. The Romans called it 'Lindum Colonia' and built the Fosse Dyke as a canal between the rivers Trent and Witham about year 120 AD.
Most of it dates from the 13th century, where it was rebuilt in the gothic style by St Hugh Bishop.
A host of golden daffodils
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I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
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William Wordsworth (1807)
The peanut vendor
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Antique postcard from juliana at www.deviantart.com
Texture from ruby blossom @ www.flickr.com
Dean Martin - The Peanut Vendor ♫♫♫
youtu.be/yle_FkBajzI
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