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Paul Militaru

Passing through Bucharest in the second half of the sixteenth century (1574), Frenchman Pierre Lescalopier left in the very center testimony that there were two beautiful and holy places, one of which is the Church of Saint George.
It is therefore one of the oldest churches in the city.
Historical documents from the late sixteenth century remember that church, known mostly through their relics preserved today: “the right hand of St. Nicholas, Archbishop of Myra, especially silver plated, adorned with diamanturi, given Io, Michael Prince (Brave) and Lady Stanca, in the year 7407 (1599), steward (the) Metropolitan Eftimie “.


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Anyone can be a friend in the sun. Show me a friend in the rain, and I’m impressed….— Yasmin Mogahed

Beautiful Semra as always this one is for you 🌹Also added here



There are some people who could hear you speak a thousand words, and still not understand you.

And there are others who will understand — without you even speaking a word.

— Yasmin Mogahed

“Perhaps the most healing words you could say to another person: “I love all of you.”

— Yasmin Mogahed

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Falling asleep as l read your post and getting cosy xoxo jinx 🌹

Tangle Mountain: Playing with Textures

Added your great posts here as usual Sarah

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Tangle Mountain © First Night Design

Tangle Mountain © First Night Design

“Believe me, my young friend, there is nothing – absolutely nothing – half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.” The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame.

So says Ratty to Mole in the first chapter of Kenneth Grahame’s classic tale, only to  crash straight into the river bank.  Ah, bliss.

I feel much the same when it comes to messing about with photographs and textures to create something unique. Sometimes I crash; sometimes something wonderful and unexpected happens.  Such was the case with Tangle Mountain.

I began with this intriguing photograph of a castle in Liechtenstein by Karpati Gabor downloaded from Morguefile. I was particularly struck by the seemingly painted effect of the land and castle. The latter looks as though it has come from a 

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People : Bloomsbury , Dora Carrington | stuartshieldgardendesign

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Dora de Houghton Carrington (29 March 1893 – 11 March 1932), known generally as Carrington, was a British painter and decorative artist, remembered in part for her association with members of the Bloomsbury Group, especially the writer Lytton Strachey.

Early life

The daughter of a Liverpool merchant, she was born in Hereford, England, and attended the all-girls’ Bedford High School which emphasized art. Her parents also paid for her to receive extra lessons in drawing. She went to the Slade School of Art at University College, London where she subsequently won a scholarship; her fellow students included Paul Nash, Christopher R. W. Nevinson and Mark Gertler. All at one time or another were in love with her, as was Nash’s younger brother John Nash, who hoped to marry her. Gertler pursued Carrington for a number of years, and they had a brief sexual relationship during…

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First Night Design | Vins Spiritueux, Nectar of the Gods Round Wall Clocks

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Vins Spiritueux, Nectar of the Gods Round Wall Clocks
Vins Spiritueux, Nectar of the Gods Round Wall Clocks from Zazzle

I’ve sold one of these clocks! They’re available in different sizes and also a square shape.

“When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silver’d o’er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer’s green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing ‘gainst Time’s scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.”
William Shakespeare, Shakespeare’s…

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