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Mountain soldier

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Queen Saint Isabel / circle or follower of Quentin Metsys

1st quarter of the 16th century.

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SR-71 on the runway at Kadena, Okinawa.

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“Seigneur, endormez-moi dans votre paix certaine Entre les bras de l’Espérance et de l’Amour. Ce vieux cœur de soldat n’a point connu la haine Et pour vos seuls vrais biens a battu sans retour.

— Charles Maurras, Clairvaux, juin 1950.

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The dream of Baby Jesus Jules Joseph Meynier—1879

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Fin du voyage à Thonon, 19 Décembre 2024

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_____Willy Ronis, Gordes, France, 1955.

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“Like my Master I shall die upon the cross. Like Him, a lance will pierce my heart so that my blood and my love can flow out upon the land and sanctify it to His name.”

— St. Paul Miki

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The Song of Bernadette (Henry King, 1943)

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‘December Ploughing’ ~ James McIntosh Patrick

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“He was shy, timid, gentle, and kind, but he wrote gruesome and painful books. He saw the world as full of invisible demons, who tear apart and destroy defenseless people. He was too clear-sighted and too wise to be able to live; he was too weak to fight, he had that weakness of noble, beautiful people who are not able to do battle against the fear of misunderstandings, unkindness, or intellectual lies. Such persons know beforehand that they are powerless and go down in defeat in such a way that they shame the victor. He knew people as only people of great sensitivity are able to know them, as somebody who is alone and sees people almost prophetically, from one flash of a face. He knew the world in a deep and extraordinary manner. He was himself a deep and extraordinary world.”

— Milená Jesenská (1896 - 1944), from her obituary to Franz Kafka

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Colorful field on the plain of Castelluccio di Norcia in springtime during an explosion of blossoming, Italy, 2013 - by Roberto Bettacchi, Italian

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“In the inner cellar

of my Beloved have I drunk”

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