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Leica M-P & Elmarit-M 28mm @ ISO500
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We were driving along O'Connell Rd heading home after being in Bathurst. Ian spotted this camel and found a safe place to pull over so I could get a few photos.
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في إحدى صبآحآت الليآلي البآردة ..
كِنت ٱحلم بلآ حدوَد ,
فيوَماٌ مآ . . سْتتحقق الٱحلآم المسْتحيلة !
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رجاءً عند إستعمآل الصورة .. تبقى الحقوق محفوظة ..!
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رأيكم يهمّني ="
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part of installation at exhibition "Now, the future of the past", In Liemers Museum, Zevenaar (NL) 2018
في كل بداية صباح اجد جسدي يسير بلا شعور الى هذا المكان
وكأنه فرض يومي ..
ربما لانها كانت به البدايه والنهايه
فـ انا اقف امامه وانتظر
وفي داخلي تتجد خيبات الامل وتتولد الهزائم نتيجه الفراق
اهنئك يَ صاحبي المنتظر فـ انت احسنت الاختيار
في كل مره احس بعلاقه جذب بين روحي وهذا المكان
لانه يشابهني كثيرا فـ حينما ارى الى ذلك البرج يرتسم وقتها حلمي
لانه بعيد جدا ويجب ان اثني رقبتي الى الاعلى لكي اراهـ
وحينما ارى الى تلك المياهـ المتدفقه احس بأنها اشواقي
فـ هي هائجه وتفيض دائما ..
حتى نهايه هذا الصباح انا مبتسمه رغم الالام الداخليه
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يتبع
In September 2023 I will showcase a build in Billund, Lego house. This one will be a part of it. I am going to expand it to the right and it will be much larger, too.
You can see there's nothing totally new here; for Billund I don't experiment but try to put together some of my trademarks and stuff from my most like models. I try to merge "Medieval texture madness" and "Lavender Dream". Well, time will tell.
Thanks a lot to Robert (Hellboy) for the printed wod parts that I used for the bridge.
The editing/picture is pretty bad in certain spots as I had a white background but replaced it with a dark one. Spots that are blurry because of the aperture are impossible to be edited cleanly as it's impossible to tell where the tree ends and the background begins as both blend into each other. So just do me a favour and don't zoom in :-)
Up where they walk, up where they run
Up where they stay all day in the sun
Wanderin’ free – wish I could be
Part of that world
Credits: No Match - Goose - LUXE
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Na escola chamavam-lhe Space Boy. E riam-se. Helmot até gostava do nome mas os esgares de escárnio entristeciam-no. Regressava então à sua nave, contemplando o planeta mau com um encolher de ombros. Mais não podia fazer.
#partes #29
texto: Ricardo Romano
foto: Rui Gato
engenharia aeroespacial: André Swale Das Pêras
While Grandmother and Pippi were enjoying their sleigh ride, the cousins started their annual Monopoly tournament. These girls are very competitive, so once it starts, the game will not stop until someone has been declared the champion!
These Blythe dolls are Juno Estella, Patty Patch, and Sailing Dominique for “We would not stop” on Flickr and “Red Hair” on Facebook. The game is called “World’s Smallest Monopoly” and it is complete in every tiny detail.
El Partal (derived from portico) on the site of the Alhambra in Granada, Andalusia, is the last remaining remnant of the palace of Yusuf III.
From my point of view it is undoubtedly a fortunate circumstance that this building was preserved and that the large pool in front of it was created.
Part of a hilltop sculpture near Burnley called the Singing Ringing Tree. It is made of many metal tubes in a twisting formation which was designed to harness the elements to create very unusual and eerie sounds as the wind flows through. Worth visiting. This is part of a selection of sculptures around East Lancashire, all with a different design.
Às vezes, acontece que o tempo pára.
Depende, volta para trás, recomeça, passa lento, passa rápido, nunca é igual, envelhece, rejuvenesce, tem grupos, muita gente, tem espaços, muito lugares. Uma confusão, segundos, minutos, horas (meias, ¼ de hora), dias, semanas, meses, anos, décadas, séculos e milénios.
É fabulosa a História, passa de geração em geração; há tranquilidades e euforias, pessoas várias e diferentes; ficam livros ou não, são trocados, destruídos.
Ele não é infinito, isso é uma treta que nos contam desde que nos meteram no mundo.
Há muitas coisas mal explicadas nisto do existir.
A idade; a pertença (porque és dono disto e daquilo!?); o corpo funciona individualmente mas é pensado como igual; as mudanças das identidades e liberdades; porque nunca se pensa num mundo ideal para todos (sem línguas, territórios, formas de funcionar), o céu e o mar.
#partes #45
texto: Zé Maria Belo
foto: Rui Gato
Since the recent attacks in the UK a visible presence of armed Police has sadly become the norm...however, the Police are as much as possible trying to allay fears especially with children.....they are making a good job of this as seen in this image.
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Cette série de photos a été faite dans le cadre d'un de mes cours de photographie il y a plusieurs années de cela, avec présentation devant la classe. Ceci est la deuxième d'une histoire en quatre parties.
Pour voir la première partie: flic.kr/p/2pqautD
Prise avec mon vieux Nikon D5100, je la considère la série comme l'une des plus importante dans mon parcours de photographie.
(per un amico, partendo da un titolo)
Ha cambiato la tenda da poco, un’occasione al supermercato. Ora l’azzurro diffonde nella stanza una luce nuova, morbida. Da qualche tempo Angela ci passa le ore, a quella finestra che dà sulla strada: la tabaccheria, il bar, i cassonetti dei rifiuti le propongono ad ogni ora gente che si muove. Cambiano la luce, le persone, il tempo, le scene. Come un palcoscenico. Lei nascosta dietro la tenda osserva distratta. Pensa a quelle vite estranee, e alla propria. Tutto così superfluo, inutile, e triste. Le giornate lunghe e sempre uguali. Il telefono muto. La cassa integrazione ancora per due mesi, poi chissà. E il mutuo. Lui se n’è andato ormai da quattro settimane, non l’ha più sentito. Quando ci sarebbero le cose pratiche da sistemare. Oltre alla risposta all’unico, grande perché. Il vero amore. Credeva. Tutto facile, la vita in discesa. Perfetta. Ogni sogno e desiderio dell’adolescente realizzato. Mai un’ombra, un dubbio. Fino a quel momento…
Forse è preso dalla nuova vita. Così anche lei rimanda giorno dopo giorno qualsiasi proposito. Le ore le scivolano addosso. A volte dimentica di mangiare. Poi butta la roba rimasta in frigo troppo a lungo. Non legge più. La sua grande passione. Prende in mano il libro e le righe si accavallano. Il vuoto si è fatto totale. Un silenzio nero. Sta toccando il fondo, dunque. Inerzia, paralisi.
La settimana prossima saranno 53 anni.
Questa mattina il sole si sta facendo strada, pallido, tra i nuvoloni di aprile. Ha bevuto il caffè a fatica, in piedi, guardando le due signore che ogni giorno, alla stessa ora, con passo pesante e stanco vanno a comprare il giornale locale. Sicuramente un tacito accordo, un rito, incontrarsi e scambiare due chiacchiere la mattina. Puntuali. Oggi le piacerebbe scendere, salutare , sentire che cosa stanno dicendo. Non osa. Ma è la prima volta che ci pensa. Studia i loro gesti, prova a indovinare. Ora sente qualcosa al braccio che ancora regge la tazza. Un lieve pizzico. Abbassa lo sguardo. Una coccinella piccola e vispa corre verso la porcellana bianca. Un’altra è in scalata lungo il manico tondo. Due punti rossi in movimento. Un’allegria improvvisa. Le parole di nonna, la coccinella porta fortuna. Si mette la camicetta blu, aggiusta i capelli. Esce.
Part 30: Pippi’s prank (setting the clock back an hour) was soon noticed, and after laughing and calling her a “cute mischief maker”, everyone gathered their belongings and headed out the door. Grandmother hugged and kissed each one as she said goodbye, and they all agreed that this had been the best Thanksgiving ever!
This picture is for “Kiss them all” on Flickr and “Red hair” on Facebook.
And so concludes our story! It was so much fun for me to use the daily prompts as the basis for a single narrative, thanks to Nancy’s great idea to take the prompts from the poem “Over the River and Through the Woods.” Thanks for the fun time, Nancy!
Part of a new portrait series that I did in collaboration with one of the most beloved person to me. // Parte de una nueva serie de retratos que hice en colaboración con una de las personas más apreciadas por mi.
Canon AV-1
FD 50mm 1:1.4
Super expired Agfa Vista 100
(Sorry to the film folks but I have to edited this one because the extreme lack of contrast. )
Click zoom for more details.
IL CORAGGIO DI VIVERE
Foto 47: Arcipelago delle Canarie, isola di Tenerife, Spagna.
Foto anno 2016
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UN NUOVO PROGETTO 1° parte
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Di sicuro, questo viaggio a Cuba,
dette motivazioni importanti a mia moglie.
La "cura" fu così efficace che tornò piena di vigore e positività.
Il mio senso di colpa, era diventato d'improvviso sopportabile,
acquisendo una visione della vita molto diversa.
Da allora ribaltai le priorità.
Voglio vivere ogni attimo come un dono di Dio.
Lottare e condividere le giornate partendo dal sorriso del mattino.
Armonia e benessere interiore a fortificare un modo semplice e meraviglioso di percepire la bellezza del mondo.
Insomma, vivere.
Nemmeno il tempo di tornare che Anto si mise in testa di allestire un secondo negozio ben più grande e di livello.
La ghiotta occasione arrivò dopo pochi mesi.
A due passi da Piazza dei Miracoli scovammo un fondo antico e pieno di fascino.
Con al centro un bell'arco in pietra.
Un sogno di Antonella e lo confesso, anche mio.
Poter un giorno lavorare nei pressi di una delle piazze più ammirate al mondo.
Per la prima volta non avevamo grossi problemi di budget.
L'assicurazione aveva in parte risarcito le sofferenze d' Antonella.
E questo "dono" fu manna per uno "pseudo" arredatore d'interni.
segue testo, paragrafo successivo
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© Il testo è di esclusiva proprietà dell'autore, Stefano Paradossi, che ne detiene i diritti e ne vieta qualsiasi utilizzo da parte di terzi. La foto fa parte dell'Archivio Fotografico della famiglia Paradossi.
© The text is of exclusive property of the author, Stefano Paradossi, who owns the rights and prohibits any use by third parties. The image is part of the Photo Archive of the Paradossi family.
Part of: "Cemetery à la Christo". Restauration of gravestones at the old jewish section - Zentralfriedhof Vienna
Verpackter Grabstein
Restaurationsarbeiten in der alten jüdischen Abteilung des Zentralfriedhofes Wien.
DMC-G1 - P1050171
Part 2
That night I awoke at 2 am. (Back in 2016 during my 40 day journey on the Sierra High Route I came across a little tarn that I thought was really beautiful flic.kr/p/XJvwTq that I wanted to photograph at sunrise but I was there during the wrong time of day, so I added it to my return to list. Today I planned on returning to it, so like I said I wanted it at sunrise so I woke up at 2 am, because it was 3 miles away over a cross country pass that was 820 ft higher than where I was camping.) I put my camera gear and breakfast into my backpack and left everything else in my tent. The sky was moonless and scattered with stars. The air was alive and restless as a strong wind blew through the lake basin. I began to follow the trail that circumnavigated the lake, but in the devouring darkness I soon lost it. I continued on into the starry night guided only by the small circle of light cast by my headlamp.
The formless landscape twisted into strange shapes and dark trees walked beside me swaying in the cold relentless wind. To my left lay the lake, it's waters stretching into an endless black void glittering with reflected starlight. Soon I began to hear, between gusts of wind, the distant sound of water cascading over rocks. As I got closer it got louder and amongst the babbling of the creek the water also sounded like faint drum beats. “Drums, drums in the deep”. I crossed the creek and continued around the far end of Garnet Lake heading to the sloping meadow lands.
All this time the wind blew strong, pulling on my beard and tugging at my clothes. When I reached the meadow lands the landscaped opened and the trees followed me no more. On the other side of the meadows the grass became talus and now I had to climb White Bark Pass, a cross country pass that I did back in 2016 going the the other way during the day. Before trying to navigate my way up the steep pass I took a break and turned my headlamp off. The darkness thickened without the light to hold it back and the stars glimmered overhead, the milky way arcing high reaching from horizon to horizon. Turning my light back on I began to look for the route up the pass. I soon realized I had gone too far west because tall cliffs rose to my south so I retraced my steps until a faint trail appeared in front of me. The pass was easy but finding a safe route up with just my headlamp was challenging. At times the trail vanished only to reappear on top of a ledge that required hands and feet to climb.
There was no relief from the cold wind while I climbed the talus covered mountainside. As soon as I reached the top of the pass the largest gust yet was already there to greet me, trying to push me back down to the meadow from where I had come. I quickly made my way down the other side seeking shelter from the relentless wind. Then appearing as apparitions out of the inky darkness a few crooked pine trees stood against the wind. I quickly made my way over to the closest one and huddled beneath it’s sheltering branches and for the few moments I lied there I was protected and warm while the wind still howled through it's boughs. After a few minutes I ventured back out into the cold wind.
As I made my way by the small circle of light cast by my headlamp the ground ahead of me fell away into a deep, dark abyss, as though a chasm had opened leading deep down into the roots of the mountains to where the drums had sounded. “Drums, drums in the deep.” The landscape on this side of the pass was formed by rolling hills, each hill falling away further and deeper then the last and as I descended down and down the black formless void fell before me keeping it's distance as though it was afraid of my light. Soon I heard distant, rushing water competing with the sound of the wind, and I knew I was close to my destination.
After one final descent I reached a sheltered cirque free from the wind that had been chasing me. After a few more steps I reached a still pond reflecting my light back into my eyes. I followed it's rocky shore downstream and found a spot to stop, here I waited for the dawn. Soon the sky began to lighten and I could see a haze clinging to the high peaks of Banner and Ritter that towered over this small pond. I hoped it wasn't smoke. As the sky grew lighter and lighter and the stars began to fade I could see more and more of my surroundings and I saw that the highest reaches of the two peaks were shroud in thick clouds, not smoke. Soon I was able to see enough that I was now able to start looking for good compositions.
Once all the stars faded and the pale sky was all aglow a bright pink light cast itself upon the high peaks, and a photo that I have wanted to take for the last 5 years finally happened.
This photo is showing the lower part of the stairs for fitness training located in Soukka village, Espoo
Part of the fleet that is taking us around the world, sign your name underneath and let's go...
Parte da flota que nos levara ao redor do mundo, assinem seus nomes ai em baixo e vamos la...
Captain: Rubens Fluc...O unico que nao prescisa assinar.
Oficiallllllll....
Dal Nunes - Animadora
Eliana - Padre e bencaos pro mar, beleza e exercisios faceis e leves
Sussu - Cozinheira de sobremessas
Leley - Chef de tripulacao e de tudo mais..
Pilou - Official photographer
Zeu - Achador de angulos perfeitos pra atravezar o mar
Wilson - Musica ambiente e festa
Jucafi - Musica e luau na praia
Roberto Mequinho - Estrategia
Claudio Lara - Samba a noite
Carla e Bruno - Como bons Portugueses e viajados escolherao os lugares
Sutherland - Convidara a mulherada
Simone - Cozinheira de 1a. classe todo mundo ta dentro
Bruno1 e Bruno - Contarao prossas e estrelas
Nini - Orcamento e almoxarifado, soltara as champagne e o caviar ela
conhece, chic nisso.
Carlos W.-Se nao tiver sol nem lua o mestre arruma pode deixar ele e fera, P.S.
o unico cruzeirense convidado.
Evandro - Levara os remedios em caso de doenca dos passageiros. Alka
seltzer soh o nescessario.
Schilo e Jan - Levaram o alto astral e o amor pra encentivar a gente, a lua
e a estrela.
Sr. Gabriel - Musica pros Deuses ou Deusas do mar
Fernanda - Decoracao dos camarins de luxo
Ana B.C. - Tambem, decoracao de luxo dos saloes de jantar
Sinhana - Decoracao das salas de jantar
Aragarcas - Capita dos Rios
Casa da Martinha - Trajeto
Cassia Fernades-Poemas, ela eh linda tambem, pode nao trazer nada, do time das meninas.
Pierrick e Mathias - Trajeto Europeo
Lau - Passeios em Paris
Luiz Castro - Abrira os castelos
Martinusso - Passeios de helicopeteros
Isabel - Fotos submarinas
Goga -Trazera a paz interior
Juarez - Radio especialista em poemas fantasticos
Ceica e Cleide -Sorrissos de alegria
Raquel e Tereza - Chamadoras de sereias..
Bethania - Musica classica
NIGHT PHOTOGRAPHER - geometria e linhas fortes
Issis - Luz difusa e algemas pros mal comportados...
Ana Maria - Liberdade total, anfitria, tradutora, governadora do barco
Tatiana C. - Direitos humanos, qualquer contrariacao eh so falar pra
ela, ela resolve com chave de ouro.
Carf - Os meninos do coral
Maria e Ana Castro -Comidas e guloseimas de baixa caloria
Luiz e Tatiana - Sol Parati
Carol Queiros - Axe da Bahia e fitinhas lembranca do paraiso
Erica - Arranjos matinais
Serelepe - So a rede, ela ta muito ocupada, trabalha muito, prescisa
de descanco
Anaclarice - Oleos de Pernambuco
Fara massagens super deliciosas Serelepe Preimeira viu.
Erika Ramalho - Cancoes da Elba e do Ze
Lizandra - Um pouco do Texas, mulher bonita entra gratiz.
Cleide Bittencourt - Contara as historias de quando eramos pobres, ja que
esquecemos rapidamente disso. Arco iris visuais.
Mario Fernandez - Vinhos de Portugal
Enzinho - Vinhos de Italia
Lu Boston - So ganhara massagem, viaja muito e JUST A FRIEND
merece, guerreira, direito a levar so uma amiga.
Kiss a Pin - Petalas de rosas pra serem jogadas ao chao, pra
gente caminha encima.
Cassia Fernandez - Aquela DJ de costas.
Paulo Fragozo - Documentara tudo na mente diretor do filme
Laina Lima - Faz nada, mulher bonita entra "degratiz", com
o Calor Amazonico entao, so quentura.
Nathalia - "De gratiz" da turma da Laina, princessa faz nada
no mar, prescisa de descanco e mima.
Olho da rua - Luneta, nao vai usar, so em caso nao tem rua nao.
Danette - Gente um cruzeiro com uma frota dessa tem que ter
gente engracadissima pra nos fazer delirar de rir.
Sikaa - Os mapas do lugares lindos, mapiamento das
estrelas, ela tem bom gosto
Paula Marina - So vai viajar, ela fala pouco, mas vai tomar um bronze legal demais e
fofocar com Tatiana.
Fe meu peixe - O mesmo que o Gu
Gu meu chegado - O mesmo que o Fe
Vivam - O mesmo que eu...
Maria Ceica - Cheiros do amazonas e toda a pureza do ar
Diego Cosme-Vinhos da Italia e companhia para as mulheres
Cabloca - compania pro Diego tambem neh...
E a gente vai dancar, cantar, relaxar, pelo amor de Deus nada de pensar em trabalhar nessa viajem...
Como sempre chegam os atrazados....
Veio ai para juntar-se ao grupo psicologico, o grupo que veio pra acudir gente, a Monnik e a W. Renata.
W. Renata chegou remando, como se fosse uma paraguaia, com mala cuia e alguns menininhos, que agora estarao se divertindo na area familiar.