There is NOTHING like the Pantheon 🏛️ See the original doors, floors, details, and each chapel. Filmed this week by me.

“Through the pursuit of beauty we shape the world as a home, and in doing so we both amplify our joys and find consolation for our sorrows.” —Sir Roger Scruton Cultivate beauty at home and leave your corner of the world better than you found it. 1st pic is my project from today. Other pics are the garden I continue to cultivate.

Show the next generation REAL beauty. Natural beauty. Man-made beauty. Sacred beauty. Help them unplug from the digital slop and develop an appreciation for REAL life. (Pic of my daughter overwhelmed by the beauty of the Mediterranean from the Gardens of Augustus, Capri)

Public profanity is pitiful.

“Take me to your dealer.” 😂

Ancient Pompeii says, “Good morning.”

Venice doesn’t do plain celings.

This capybara gets all the chicks

We need more statues

In my heart, I’m still in this grotto in Capri 🇮🇹 Red coral, turquoise water, white cliffs, the smell of lemons in the air. Thank you, God, for experiences such as this.

Pornography is a cultural poison ☠️

If you aren’t following @Shelli_BH you are missing loads of interesting historical details about incredible architecture, art, religion, and societies.

Candid posts like this will always be 1000x better than choreographed, filtered, perfect insta-posts. This is real life. Bravo, Mambo.

The Celtic knot tile pattern in the font is my favorite detail (own photo)

I usually don’t discus politics here, but this is completely nuts. Any "small government conservative" (of which I am) should be up in arms about Trump’s bypassing Congress to wage war, issuance numerous executive orders, and now creation of a state-run media. Complete big-brother insanity.

Twenty-five years ago it felt like the world was ending. In a way, it was. Seeing those giant towers with trapped people collapse, The Pentagon with a fiery, gaping hole, and scraps of an airliner in a Pennsylvania field changed our whole world in a single day. (I’ve visited the memorial at the World Trade Center and to me, it is fitting, and beautiful. If you have the chance, you should go.) I have a hard time listening to it because of the unpleasant emotions and memories it conjures, but Alan Jackson’s song, “Where Were You (When the World Stopped Turning)?” captures the experience of that fateful day pretty well. Confusion, fear, loss, hopelessness, anger, hate, vengeance. But also love, thankfulness, nostalgia. This reminds me how the disciples felt on Good Friday. Back then, and today, the world is a broken, dark, tragic place. In his wisdom, God doesn’t teleport us out of it, but brings us through it, refines us through it, and brings healing to it through us. And he doesn’t leave us abandoned. He is here with us, bringing us love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control. Our world can change in an instant, but remember that we have our hope set on the eternal rock, and that the Good Shepherd will always be with us, and in him, we have ultimate peace. John 20:19, “On the evening of that first day of the week, when the disciples were together, with the doors locked for fear of the Jewish leaders, Jesus came and stood among them and said, “Peace be with you!”

John Singer Sargent’s technique of convincingly expressing exquisite detail with simplified brushstrokes is the hallmark of a master.

The oldest public church in the world. Dubbed “The Mother and Head of all the churches of the city and the world.” The cathedral of the pope. St John Lateran holds many incredible treasures and incredible facts.

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