Raven in Yellowstone

From Lois Ann.

Colusa Times

Near Sitka

JOSH AND ABBY

Three Entrance Bay, Alaska

Three Entrance Bay, Alaska.

Image from Abby

Виктории три года!

Виктории три года!

Declaration of the Báb

Declaration of the Báb: This Holy Day commemorates May 23, 1844, when the Báb, the herald of the Bahá’í Faith, announced in Shiraz, Persia (now Iran), that He was the Herald of a new Messenger of God. 

The Báb’s announcement in the middle of the 19th century came at a time when many Christians were expecting the return of Christ based on their reading of Biblical prophecy. Simultaneously, half way around the world, in the Middle East, many followers of Islam were also expecting their Promised One to appear.

That Promised One, the Báb declared, was destined to usher in the age of justice, unity and peace promised in Judaism, Christianity, Islam and all the other world religions.  --NSA of the US

Leah--Roy Orbison

Succulents

From Sloat Garden Center

Rare Political Post

Afternoon Delight

I saw a hummingbird sitting on the swing outside
my kitchen window today enjoying the Wisteria.

Snowball Viburnum

The showy snowball viburnum is young and has endured the shock of being transplanted, but someday it will be grand.

Анна с дочерью

Анна с дочерью

Jeffrey Cobb Ewing

O my God!  O Thou forgiver of sins, bestower of gifts, dispeller of afflictions! 

Verily, I beseech thee to forgive the sins of such as have abandoned the physical garment and have ascended to the spiritual world. 

O my Lord!  Purify them from trespasses, dispel their sorrows, and change their darkness into light.  Cause them to enter the garden of happiness, cleanse them with the most pure water, and grant them to behold Thy splendors on the loftiest mount.

‘Abdu’l-Bahá

Early Sun

The Face of Pompeii Woman "Bella Donna"

Весенняя гроза Ф. И. Тютчев

Весенняя гроза Ф. И. Тютчев

Люблю грозу в начале мая,

Когда весенний, первый гром,

Как бы резвяся и играя,

Грохочет в небе голубом.

Гремят раскаты молодые,

Вот дождик брызнул, пыль летит,

Повисли перлы дождевые,

И солнце нити золотит.

С горы бежит поток проворный,

В лесу не молкнет птичий гам,

И гам лесной, и шум нагорный-

Все вторит весело громам.

Ты скажешь: ветреная Геба,

Кормя Зевесова орла,

Громокипящий кубок с неба,

Смеясь, на землю пролила.

A Spring Storm

I love a thunderstorm at the beginning of May ,

when spring’s first thunder,

as though play , in a frolic ,

rumbles in the blue sky.

The young peals of thunder rattle.

Now it is drizzling,

dust is flying, pearls are hanging,

and the sun is gilding the treads.

A swift torrent rushes down the hill,

The birds’ clamour in the wood does not cease;

The clamour in the woods and the noise on the hillside

All gaily echo the thunder – claps.

You will say inconstant Hebe,

while feeding Zeus’s eagle,

laughing, emptied a cup seething with thunder

from heaven on to the earth