"Lunar eclipses are supposed to be red, yet when the Moon passed through Earth’s amber shadow on April 15th, many observers witnessed a softly-glowing band of turquoise blue. Robert and Elisabeth Slobins send this picture of the phenomenon from Fort Myers, Florida:

"The source of the turquoise is ozone. Prof. Richard Keen, an atmospheric scientist from the University of Colorado explains: ‘During a lunar eclipse, most of the light illuminating the Moon passes through the stratosphere, and is reddened by scattering. However, light passing through the upper stratosphere penetrates the ozone layer, which absorbs red light and actually makes the passing light ray bluer!’ This can be seen, he says, as a turquoise fringe around the red.

"For years, Keen has been using lunar eclipses to probe the transparency of the stratosphere. When the stratosphere is clogged with volcanic ash and other aerosols, lunar eclipses tend to be dark red. The bright orange color of the April 15th eclipse, along with the ready visibility of the turquoise fringe, suggests that the stratosphere is clear. This is a key finding for climate change models."


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That Jesus was really dead, because he really became a man as we are, a son of Adam, and that therefore, despite what one can sometimes read in certain theological works, he did not use the so-called ‘brief’ time of his death for all manner of ‘activities’ in the world beyond - this is the first point we must consider. In that same way that, upon earth, he was in solidarity with the living, so, in the tomb, he is in solidarity with the dead. One must allow to this ‘solidarity’ an amplitude and an ambiguity, even, which seems precisely to exclude a communication on his part as a subject. Each human being lies in his own tomb. And with his condition, seen here from the viewpoint of the separated body, Jesus is at first truly solidary.
Hans Urs von Balthasar, Mysterium Paschale (via invisibleforeigner)
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Arrepiante procesión noitébrega de Semana Santa fronte a San Paio de Antealtares

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Composer: Antonín Dvořák (1841 - 1904)

Work: Eja, Mater, fons amoris from Stabat Mater (1877)

Performer: Czech Philharmonic Chorus, Czech Philharmonic Orchestra; conducted by Wolfgang Sawallisch

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What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.
Gabriel García Márquez (via strandbooks)
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Girl playing on violin, visiting card. New Jersey, ca. 1870

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Let mans Soule be a Spheare, and then, in this,
The intelligence that moves, devotion is,
And as the other Spheares, by being growne
Subject to forraigne motion, lose their owne,
And being by others hurried every day,
Scarce in a yeare their naturall forme obey:
Pleasure or businesse, so, our Soules admit
For their first mover, and are whirld by it.
Hence is’t, that I am carryed towards the West
This day, when my Soules forme bends toward the East.
There I should see a Sunne, by rising set,
And by that setting endlesse day beget;
But that Christ on this Crosse, did rise and fall,
Sinne had eternally benighted all.
Yet dare I’almost be glad, I do not see
That spectacle of too much weight for mee.
Who sees Gods face, that is selfe life, must dye;
What a death were it then to see God dye?
It made his owne Lieutenant Nature shrinke,
It made his footstoole crack, and the Sunne winke.
Could I behold those hands which span the Poles,
And tune all spheares at once peirc’d with those holes?
Could I behold that endlesse height which is
Zenith to us, and our Antipodes,
Humbled below us? or that blood which is
The seat of all our Soules, if not of his,
Made durt of dust, or that flesh which was worne
By God, for his apparell, rag’d, and torne?
If on these things I durst not looke, durst I
Upon his miserable mother cast mine eye,
Who was Gods partner here, and furnish’d thus
Halfe of that Sacrifice, which ransom’d us?
Though these things, as I ride, be from mine eye,
They’are present yet unto my memory,
For that looks towards them; and thou look’st towards mee,
O Saviour, as thou hang’st upon the tree;
I turne my backe to thee, but to receive
Corrections, till thy mercies bid thee leave.
O thinke mee worth thine anger, punish mee,
Burne off my rusts, and my deformity,
Restore thine Image, so much, by thy grace,
That thou may’st know mee, and I’ll turne my face. - John Donne
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Each of these plants is over 2,000 years old. 

Rachel Sussman is on a quest to celebrate the resilience of life by identifying and photographing the world’s oldest continuous-living organisms. The plants you see above, from top to bottom:

1. Jomon Sugi, Japanese Cedar (2,180 to 7,000 years old, Yaku Shima, Japan)

2. Clonal Mojave Yucca (12,000+ years old, Mojave Desert, California)

3. La Llareta (3,000 years old, Atacama Desert, Chile) 

4. Pando, Clonal Quaking Aspen (80,000 years old, Fish Lake, Utah)

5. Welwitschia Mirabilis (2,000 years old, Namib Naukluft Desert, Namibia)

6. Sagole Baobab (2,000 years  old, Limpopo Province, South Africa)

7. Spruce Gran Picea (9,550 years old, Fulufjället, Sweden)

Watch her talk here »

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Nagano, Japan-based marshmallow shop Yawahada is the creator of CafeCat, an adorable package of floating marshmallow cats! For 860 yen (that’s about $8 US dollars), you get two cats and four cat paw prints, two in chocolate and two in vanilla flavor. Not only are they cute, they’re supposedly delicious. The dissolving marshmallow cats can be put in hot soy milk, milk tea, coffee or hot chocolate.

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Inside, looking out.

Windows at St. Helena’s, Beaufort, SC

Trees with Spanish moss in the church yard of
St. Helena’s in Beaufort, SC