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Ice Sculptures at Icefest Toronto

February 24, 2013

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2:30pm Saturday February 23, 2013 | Bloor-Yorkville, Toronto Ontario, Canada20130223_152806

Strolling down Cumberland Avenue…

on a beautiful Toronto wintry February afternoon looking at the process of making ice sculptures at Bloor-Yorkville’s Icefest. It was fun! Packed with guests, and hard to get good shots.

This year’s theme was “Wonderful and Whimsical” and took guests on a journey through a magical enchanted garden. IceFest transformed Bloor-Yorkville into a wonderland with fantastical sculptures including whimsical winged fairies, charming and adorable gnomes, oversized butterflies, magical flowers, trees and plants carved from 35,000 lbs. of ice.

The downtown Toronto neighbourhood just sparkled with excitement as Bloor-Yorkville IceFest introduced whimsy and warmed some of our hearts during this chilly winter. ^
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Source: Photos taken by John Zeus on a Samsung Galaxy S3 device.
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Have You Seen The Little Piggies?

February 14, 2013

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Photos by John Zeus | Tamworth piglets at play. Photographed at Murray’s Farm in Cambridge On.

Have you seen the little piggies, Crawling in the dirt…THE BEATLES

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The difference between involvement and commitment is like ham and eggs. The chicken is involved; the pig is committed. – Martina Navratilova

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I learned long ago, never to wrestle with a pig. You get dirty, and besides, the pig likes it. -George Bernard Shaw

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Tamworth Piglet & Berkshire Momma

Primate and elephant and even pig societies show considerable evidence of care for others, parent-child bonding, solidarity in the face of danger, and so on. – Christopher Hitchens

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The Tamworth is a breed of domestic pig originating in Kettlebaston, United Kingdom, with input from Irish pigs. Wikipedia

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Santorini Angel – A Journey

January 5, 2013

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December 20th, 2000 | Oia, Santorini Island, Greece.

In December of 2000, I embarked on a journey to build a shrine on a cliff edge on Santorini Island (ancient Thira) over the caldera of an ancient underwater volcano.
Santorini Angel - A Journey - Lighting the Oil – DECEMBER 21 2000

My pilgrimage to Ancient Thira, a.k.a. Santorini started with a dream inspired by an angel…

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Music Tie-in, listen to: Stairway To Heaven.mp3 – Led Zepplin


A reproduction on wood of this Icon is in the shrine. The inscription reads Archangel Uriel written in Byzantine script. More on: Uriel – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

I found an Iconographer Greek Orthodox Monk in Athens. Told him my story and what I saw in my dream. He painted this image of Uriel in traditional Byzantine style on wood.

I found an Iconographer Greek Orthodox Monk in Athens. Told him my story and what I saw in my dream. He painted this image of Uriel in traditional Byzantine style on wood.

The Book of Enoch describes Uriel as one of seven archangels who preside over the world.  "One of the holy angels, who is over the world... the leader of them all."

The Book of Enoch describes Uriel as one of seven archangels who preside over the world. “One of the holy angels, who is over the world… the leader of them all.”

Location of shrine.

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Two of many dogs that call Oia home without belonging to anyone in particular.

Two of many dogs that call Oia home without belonging to anyone in particular.

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Farm Winter

January 3, 2013

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After The Winter Solstice | Southwestern Ontario, Canada

Frozen yet beautiful the wonder of winter grips the land.
I left the sullen mood of the city behind to spend the last days of the year on the farm. After the winter solstice you feel the sun’s life energy slowly returning as the days begin to grow longer.

Neighbouring Barn – Southwestern Ontario

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Brown Swiss - Murray's Farm

Brown Swiss – Murray’s Farm

Nasty Pants - He's an Old English Red Cap

Nasty Pants – He’s an Old English Red Cap

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Zhor – Jersey Calf

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A Rear View Look At Dildo – Newfoundland

December 22, 2012

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Blow Me Down, Come-By-Chance, Pothead, Dildo….

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In all of it’s Awesomeness, Newfoundland has some of the strangest place names on the planet.

Cupids,
Conception Bay,
Cow Head,
Heart’s Desire,
Heart’s Content,
Nick’s Nose Cove,
Whitless Bay,
Square Islands.


“Newfoundland, rugged and beautiful even through the rear view mirror of my car.”


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Location: Island of Newfoundland
“The Rock”
Province of Newfoundland and Labrador

Photography/Author: John Zeus

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A Short Walk In Downtown Montréal

December 19, 2012

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12:30 Pm | Thursday December 13, 2012, Montréal, Québec.

A five hour train ride brought me to the centre of Montréal for a meeting with colleagues on wiki collaboration. It was a sunny and cold autumn day, perfect for a short walk to take notice of the joie de vivre atmosphere of this beautiful city.

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4:30 Pm | Thursday December 13, 2012, Montréal, Québec.

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Democratic Expression – Québec Students Protest (Photos)

August 28, 2012

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    Montréal – August 22, 2012: After I finished meeting with my colleagues at a conference, I was walking back to find a quiet place where I could prep for a Wiki Collaboration workshop I was scheduled to deliver the next day.
    As I turned a corner in downtown Montréal I ran into students engaged in what appeared to be a playful protest.
    Unlike the many other student riots in Montréal since the tuition hikes were announced, this one was a peaceful demonstration – yet beneath the surface I sensed the students had no regard for elected governments and by taking to the streets they would bring about change.


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HYMN TO LIBERTY – Ὕμνος εἰς τὴν Ἐλευθερίαν

May 8, 2012

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“ELLAS! Your people created Western Civilization and shone their light on the world for 3000 years. From the ashes of economic collapse they will rise and shine their light again. Be strong, stand united and strong, believe in your dreams, have faith and have hope.”


Hymn To Liberty

I know you of old
Oh divinely restored,
By the light of your eyes
And the edge of your sword.

From the graves of our people
Shall your spirit prevail
As we greet you again-
Hail, Liberty, Hail!

Long did you dwell
Amid the peoples that mourn
Awaiting some voice
That should tell you to return

Ah, slow broke that day
and no man dared call,
For the shadow of tyranny
Lay over all.

Oh, unfortunate one!
The only consolation you had
were the past glories,
and remembering them you cried.

Long you have awaited
for a freedom-loving call
and in despair one hand
hits the other one.

And you cried:
ah! When do I raise my head
in this desolate land?
and the answer was chains, cries so sad.

Then you shifted your gaze
tearfully, clouded in haze
and on your garment dripped blood
from your children’s tortured hearts.

With blood-stained clothes
I know for a fact
that you secretly sought help
in stronger hands of foreign lands.

On your journey you started alone
and alone you came back
doors do not easily open
when you need them so bad.

Someone cried on your breast,
but no response at its best;
another promised you help,
but he tricked you no less.

Some, allas! in your misfortune rejoice
and with such a cold poise
“go find your children” said they
as doors were shut in your face.

The foot slips and slides
and in such a haste it steps
on stone, or grass
reminders of a glorious past.

The miserable head shamefully leans
and the image it brings
is of a poor beggar, going door to door
with no interest in life any more.

Yet, behold now the sons
with impetuous breath
Go forth to the fight
seeking freedom or death.

From the graves of our people
shall the spirit prevail
as we greet you again-
Hail, Liberty, Hail!

The Hymn to Liberty is a poem written by Dionýsios Solomós in 1823 that consists of 158 stanzas, which is used as the national anthem of Greece. It was set to music by Nikolaos Mantzaros, and is the longest national anthem in the world by length of text. In 1865, the first three stanzas and later the first two officially became the national anthem of Greece and later also that of the Republic of Cyprus. Source: Wikipedia


Ὕμνος εἰς τὴν Ἐλευθερίαν

Σὲ γνωρίζω ἀπὸ τὴν κόψι
τοῦ σπαθιοῦ τὴν τρομερή,
σὲ γνωρίζω ἀπὸ τὴν ὄψι,
ποὺ μὲ βία μετράει τὴ γῆ.

Ἀπ’ τὰ κόκκαλα βγαλμένη
τῶν Ἑλλήνων τὰ ἱερά,
καὶ σὰν πρῶτα ἀνδρειωμένη,
χαῖρε, ὦ χαῖρε, Ἐλευθεριά!

Ἐκεῖ μέσα ἐκατοικοῦσες
πικραμένη, ἐντροπαλή,
κ’ ἕνα στόμα ἐκαρτεροῦσες,
ἔλα πάλι, νὰ σοῦ πῇ.

Ἄργειε νἄλθῃ ἐκείνη ἡ μέρα,
καὶ ἦταν ὅλα σιωπηλά,
γιατὶ τἄσκιαζε ἡ φοβέρα,
καὶ τὰ πλάκωνε ἡ σκλαβιά.

Δυστυχής! Παρηγορία
μόνη σοῦ ἔμενε, νὰ λὲς
περασμένα μεγαλεῖα,
καὶ διηγῶντάς τα νὰ κλαῖς.

Καὶ ἀκαρτέρει, καὶ ἀκαρτέρει
φιλελεύθερη λαλιά
ἕνα ἐκτύπαε τ’ ἄλλο χέρι
ἀπὸ τὴν ἀπελπισιά,

κ’ ἔλεες· πότε, ἄ! πότε βγάνω
τὸ κεφάλι ἀπὸ τ ‘ς ἐρμιές;
καὶ ἀποκρίνοντο ἀπὸ πάνω
κλάψες, ἅλυσες, φωνές!

Τότ’ ἐσήκωνες τὸ βλέμμα
μέσ’ στὰ κλάϊματα θολό,
καὶ εἰς τὸ ροῦχό σου ἔσταζ’ αἷμα,
πλῆθος αἷμα Ἑλληνικό.

Μὲ τὰ ροῦχα αἱματωμένα
ξέρω ὅτι ἔβγαινες κρυφά,
νὰ γυρεύῃς εἰς τὰ ξένα
ἄλλα χέρια δυνατά.

Μοναχὴ τὸ δρόμο ἐπῆρες,
ἐξανάλθες μοναχή·
δὲν εἶν’ εὔκολες οἱ θύρες,
ἐὰν ἡ χρεία τὲς κουρταλῇ.

Ἄλλος σοῦ ἔκλαψε εἰς τὰ στήθια,
ἀλλ’ ἀνάσασι καμμιά·
ἄλλος σοῦ ἔταξε βοήθεια,
καὶ σὲ γέλασε φρικτά!

Ἄλλοι, ὠιμέ! στὴ συφορά σου
ὁποὺ ἐχαίροντο πολύ,
σύρε νά βρῃς τὰ παιδιά σου,
σύρε, ἐλέγαν οἱ σκληροί.

Φεύγει ὀπίσω τὸ ποδάρι,
καὶ ὁλογλήγορο πατεῖ
ἢ τὴν πέτρα, ἢ τὸ χορτάρι,
ποὺ τὴν δόξα σου ἐνθυμεῖ.

Ταπεινότατη σοῦ γέρνει
ἡ τρισάθλια κεφαλή,
σὰν φτωχοῦ ποὺ θυροδέρνει,
κ’ εἶναι βάρος του ἡ ζωή.

Ναί· ἀλλὰ τώρα ἀντιπαλεύει
κάθε τέκνο σου μὲ ὁρμή,
ποὺ ἀκατάπαυστα γυρεύει
ἢ τὴ νίκη, ἢ τὴ θανή.

Ἀπ’ τὰ κόκκαλα βγαλμένη
τῶν Ἑλλήνων τὰ ἱερά,
καὶ σὰν πρῶτα ἀνδρειωμένη,
χαῖρε, ὦ χαῖρε, Ἐλευθεριά!


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