“He Was Taken From Prison And From Judgment: And Who Shall Declare His Generation? For He Was Cut Off Out Of The Land Of The Art

a painting of a river surrounded by trees and flowers
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
Now, those captains must learn what the river will do when it makes that great turn out of sight. How it dashes them up on the rocks of the shore How it spins to the left and the right. It beats them and breaks them and crushes their pride Leaves them dizzy and sick and all jumbled inside ‘til they’ve all but forgotten that glorious ride lying flat on their deck in the sun. There they lie, drying out in the sun. As you round the point where the river was bent and survey the great wideness ahead, you can see all those captains alone on their decks, beat and broken and very near dead. Then the current takes hold and there’s naught you can do as it drags you down into its maw. Headed straight for those rocks, you make ready to crash but at last, you rise up, roll and yaw. Going back and away, then forward again, fearing each time, the rocks will prevail! You’re trapped in a cycling, circling tide, in an eddy withstanding a gale. But each time you circle that great whirling tide and you’ve not hit the rocks or been thrown to the side and you’re kept from the falls, cascading and wide, for the eddy’s small mercy give praise. Give the merciful currents your praise!
Now, those captains must learn what the river will do when it makes that great turn out of sight. How it dashes them up on the rocks of the shore How it spins to the left and the right. It beats them and breaks them and crushes their pride Leaves them dizzy and sick and all jumbled inside ‘til they’ve all but forgotten that glorious ride lying flat on their deck in the sun. There they lie, drying out in the sun. As you round the point where the river was bent and survey the great wideness ahead, you can see all those captains alone on their decks, beat and broken and very near dead. Then the current takes hold and there’s naught you can do as it drags you down into its maw. Headed straight for those rocks, you make ready to crash but at last, you rise up, roll and yaw. Going back and away, then forward again, fearing each time, the rocks will prevail! You’re trapped in a cycling, circling tide, in an eddy withstanding a gale. But each time you circle that great whirling tide and you’ve not hit the rocks or been thrown to the side and you’re kept from the falls, cascading and wide, for the eddy’s small mercy give praise. Give the merciful currents your praise!
Mr. Chen has arranged for the little family to cross secretly into Hong Kong—a place known for its bright skyline and bustling streets. Under the cover of darkness and with careful planning, Siu Zi, her father and Grandmother, along with Mr. Chen have boarded a small boat that carries them silently across the water. The sea is calm, its surface reflecting a tapestry of starlight, as if the heavens themselves are guiding them. Siu-Zi lies nestled between her father and grandmother, wrapped up in blankets, in the forward part of an open boat with quiet motors propelling them along. Their is an air of mystery and tension.
wide landscape with natural scenery
New York City
Glitch Art Style Style Transfer Example
Glitch Art Style Style Transfer Example
urban street with city activity
animal standing in natural pose
Macro Photography Style Style Transfer Example
Macro Photography Style Style Transfer Example
house with front view
bicyle resting against a wall
urban street with city activity
still life with everyday objects
“But ye said, No; for we will flee upon horses; therefore shall ye flee: and, We will ride upon the swift; therefore shall they that pursue you be swift.” (Isaiah 30:16, KJV)
“For as by one man's disobedience many were made sinners, so by the obedience of one shall many be made righteous.” (Romans 5:19, KJV)
serene landscape with mountains and water
I sat, long ago, on an Asian hill with a Shakya Mundi friend, and watched the autumn leaves fall down from high above, giants in the forest casting off their wakefulness, falling progressively into winter’s long, white sleep. “The important thing to know about trees” he said, “is that they are most beautiful in autumn; just before the winter snow. They live and grow through the entire year just for these brief moments of stunning beauty. We are like that.” He said, “but we have only one autumn, and a very long winter.”
New York City
New York City
a tree in nature
house with front view
bicyle resting against a wall
still life with everyday objects
“But who is able to build him an house, seeing the heaven and heaven of heavens cannot contain him? who am I then, that I should build him an house, save only to burn sacrifice before him?” (2 Chronicles 2:6, KJV)
A historically accurate and deeply somber depiction of the immediate aftermath of the Wounded Knee Massacre in December 1890. The scene captures the desolate, snow-covered landscape of the Pine Ridge Reservation. Focus on the fallen Lakota men, women, and children, scattered across the snow, their bodies still and tragic. A few surviving individuals are shown in postures of profound grief or shock, perhaps tending to the wounded. The distant presence of U.S. soldiers, heavily armed, stands as a stark and cold counterpoint to the devastation. The atmosphere is one of profound sorrow, loss, and the brutal silence of winter. The lighting is cold and muted, emphasizing the harshness of the environment and the tragedy of the event. The artistic style should be a realistic, painterly approach, evoking the historical period with unflinching honesty but without graphic sensationalism. The intent is to serve as a memorial to the victims and a historical testament to the tragic event."
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
“Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea; Though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof. Selah. There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God, the holy place of the tabernacles of the most High. God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved: God shall help her, and that right early.” (Psalms 46:2-5, KJV) Do not use any Temple or religious building. Create only the landscape
a man with his hands on his head
A red devil vampire crab with a red and black body and claws, and black legs, perched on a mossy stream bank, surrounded by glistening damp moss, wet leaf litter, jungle twilight, ultra-realistic macro wildlife photography, cinematic volumetric light,
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
But with the righteous He will make peace. And will protect the elect, And mercy shall be upon them. And they shall all belong to God, And they shall be prospered, And they shall ⌈all⌉ be blessed. And He will help them all, And light shall appear unto them, And He will make peace with them. 1 Enoch 1:8
But with the righteous He will make peace. And will protect the elect, And mercy shall be upon them. And they shall all belong to God, And they shall be prospered, And they shall ⌈all⌉ be blessed. And He will help them all, And light shall appear unto them, And He will make peace with them. 1 Enoch 1:8
This day, though, I hiked another autumn wood. Eastern Europe ancient; overgrown. So thick the view was dark at just a few feet off the path. All red and yellow; orange and brown, a million trees, each one in blazing preparation for long, frozen winter. I cannot but recall my friend’s words, lasting long, though he did not, and the instant truth that follows. Looking upward at the fiery canopy, matched against the bright cerulean sky beyond, I embrace autumn! Winter surely comes one day, but spring beyond. I have a winter to prepare for, but it is not yet.
wide landscape with natural scenery
Out where the river runs wild and free and only the brave dare row; where the rapids are deep, and the challenge is fresh and it takes them where it means to go. With breakneck speed, grinning into the wind, standing straight on the bow of their craft, just a glimpse now and then of those captains you’ll catch flying by, near capsizing your raft. They’ve no time for advice to those standing on shore or to aid the ones just wading out, for their task is to pilot this current, they think, and it’s all they can do to stay out of the drink, and their lives could be gone in the space of a wink should they lose but a moment to doubt. Standing tall, they never must doubt!
A young couple with two children stand in front of a wall-sized world map, facing the map. The young father is interested in Africa. The young mother is wearing a backpack and one of the children is a baby that she's carrying in her arms.