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يأتي المطر ……….
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عدد نبضات الخير والفرح في قلوب البشر
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Taken in the farmer's wife's flower-bed in early morning light with a Carl Zeiss Jena Flektogon 35mm f:2.8 lens (1950s "silver" version).
Carinthia, Southern Austria.
PENTAX K-1
Camera jpg. without any further processing.
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في الحقيقة لآ شيء يدعى للجمآل
آن لم تكن عينك ترآه كذلك
هذآ الجوآب للسؤآل الذي يحيرنآ ددومآآ
عنددما نتسآل:
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لمآذآآ هذآ سعييد رغم مآلديه من خفآيآ!!
ولمآذآ ذآك يتخبط في حيآته ويعيش في مغآرات كآبته
"!!
الإجآبة وآضحة تماما الاآن
فبيدك تصنع من الآشي
آشيآءً كبرى عظيمـــة
:)
cried roses
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"حقوق الطبع والنشر محفوظة يمنع استخدام الصور اوحفظهآ بتآتأً"
This photo is NOT for public use
Ping An International Finance Center at night
4th tallest building in the world located in Shenzhen
Height is might!
It symbolizes the economic progress of China
Country - China
Capital - Beijing
Currency - Yuan
Principal language - Mandarin
System of government - Communism
Title was conceived and inspired by the book "Star Wars: Jedi Apprentice" by Jude Watson.
I was taking photos from our 2nd flr. balcony with my old olympus c-5000z prepped on the tripod and i was doing my thing with my new sony h7 camera. I knew my 2 1/2 year old son was behind me playing but to my surprise this was what i saw when i turned around! I took a couple of quick shots of him and he was also able to fire away a few shots of his own! LOL!
Valkenburg, 5 June 1992.
Atlantique 2 taxiing out during the open day at Valkenburg for the 75th anniversary of the Marineluchtvaartdienst (MLD).
The Dassault Atlantique 2 (or ATL2) replaced the Breguet 1150 Atlantic in the French Navy.
The story Below is derived partially from actual occurrences experienced ( sadly,not by me) with- in the house pictured above
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Part 2
October 8, 19__ twilight Friday
Ok, it wasn’t a scream, more like a snort, which I will admit was not very damsel in distress like, but for my defence, I had after all received a bit of a shock. For once the lights flashed on It wasn’t my cousin Jesse standing there teasing in front of the window, but a naked dress form, with a faceless mannequin’s head! I caught me heart, then laughed at meself. The old lights, pre war gas lights must have flickered on and off on their own accord. No spooks, just faulty lighting I scolded meself, deciding that I was glad that Jesse or me brother had not witnessed this, I would never have lived it down with that pair of teasing prone rascals!
I looked around the room, the lighting was not as bright as modern, and countless shadows played along the walls from the rooms many pieces of furniture and other knickknacks. This room must have been a nursery, a crib was on one side, with a small chest that I soon discovered contained old toys, popular about 60 years ago. On the other wall was a small sofa and matching chairs, new by the toys standards, but still 40 years out of date. Old lamps were standing on either side, the yellowed shades had long fringes hanging down, I figured they were from the twenties ( roaring twenties I believe they say in the states) A fainting couch from the same era was on the wall just to the right of the doorway where I stood, and above that a small ledge with a collection of stuffed animals and small dolls. These were a little more modern, with a couple of the dolls recognizable as the “talking” variety.
It had been a few years since I had been at the place, and I couldn’t wait till the next day to do a little more exploring. The house was a small museum of artefacts collected over its 110 year old history. Children of a depressed time, everything was saved that good money had been spent on, even if it was no longer functioning properly!
But exploring would wait until the light of day, I was tired, and decided to find a room to unpack and a bed to sleep on.
There were four bedrooms that were laid out along the corridor. I knew the one at the end had been the sisters room, and since 2 had died in that room, I decided that I would not be staying there. The one immediately to my right was the master bedroom, still intact with all of Adelaide and Jacobs possessions, a small shrine to their parents. The canopied bed that stood in the middle was large, too large by my standards, so I crossed it off me list. The other two rooms had belonged to the two sets of brothers, and I took the one on the right, which had been poor Jacob JR’s room, the one last remaining descendent. I figured he wouldn’t mind. It was a smart little room, with a small bed on one side, and a small sitting area with two chairs, a more modern lamp( only 25 years old) and one of the his father Jacob Sr’s hand built chests.
Comfortable and cosy, even without a fire in the corner fireplace.
I soon made meself at home, hanging the clothes I had brought up into the small closet. I had to kick around some boxes that were strewn on the floor, and move some of Jacob’s musty smellin clothes over to make room in the process.
It was getting late, so I prepared the bed, then headed downstairs to the water closet on the first floor to do me toilet. The water closet was situated next to the Mourning Parlour, sharing a wall. convenient for any quests that had come to pay their respects to the deceased I shuddered at that thought knowing that at least 4 dead bodies had been laid out in that room!
I was running water to brush my teeth when I started to realize that I was hearing more than just running water. it. A low humming was coming from behind me, and I started when I recognized that it was a tune I soon recognized. . I turned off the faucet and listened , but me ears were met with dead silence. I turned on the water again and stared to brush, and soon my thoughts were broken again by the humming sound. I turned around, whatever it was coming from the grate set in about a ¼ meter up on the wall the connected to the mourning parlour. I turned the water off again to hear it more clearly, but it stopped as I did. Hearing nothing more I finished up and quickly made my way to bed, convincing meself that it had been merely a humming form the basement furnace, although I knew all too well that the humming had sounded like it was to the tune of happy birthday. To be honest I had totally forgotten that Frances had died on her birthday, a fact that did not occur to me until much later, much much too later.
Still mulling it over, I changed me clothes, hanging the jumper I had worn in the closet, closing the door, than putting on my PJ’s slipped neath the cool sheets on the small bed. The house was noisy, as all houses are, and I let those various creaks and rattles serenade me to sleep.
I remember dreaming that I was back at my apartment, apparently it was one of the times that I had watched my neighbours little Tony, a rumbustious lad of about 4, although he was a lot older in my dream, more like eleven. He was going about me room, opening drawers, looking into closests, and I was forever chasing him about, at one point he had picked up a small glass vase and I told him to give it back, No he said, and pulled it from me hand.
No!
I heard that second NO quite clearly, and I felt the pillow being pulled from underneath my head.
Suddenly I was wide awake, remembering where I was as I looked about me in the dark room. That last NO! had sounded like it had not been part of me dream, but had come from right next to me bed, and my pillow was now on the floor..
I got up and turned on the lamp, shaking just a bit as I looked around the room. Everything appeared normal, wait!, The closet door was now opened, I knew I had closed It! I walked over, and looked inside its deep murky depths. Nothing Shrugging me shoulders I turned away and started t close the door, moving a box back in with me foot. as I did I heard a doll like voice coming from the floor.. “time to sleep” is what I thought it had said. A child’s talking toy I said to myself, nothing more than a bad dream and an old doll.
Girl, furnace noises, pillows slipping off a bed, and a child’s old toys are nothing that should be giving one the heebee jeevees I scolded me self.
I was tired, and decided to investigate things more in the light of day. Going back to bed I slept soundly till morning….
Morning came up rather gloomy, a blustery fall day in full force. A low wind came howling about the hose, shaking a few shutters in the process. When I awoke, most of the occurrences of the night before seemed distant and far away.
I arose, and looked towards the closet, the door had remained closed this time, and I had all but convinced meself that It all had been a product of my imagination. Still in my nightclothes, I wandered downstairs to the kitchen, Jesse had said there would be provisions there.As I made my way down the long curved stairway I looked at the all the carvings of roses, I could still make out small faces, but instead of being creeped out, I found meself admiring the skilled craftmenship that had gone into them.
I went into the kitchen, a long room with tall ceilings and black oak cabinets. A shrill gust of wind came through a partially opened window, sending a shutter banging against the wall. It did make me jump, but I went over and secured it, not trying to let me imagination take off into realms it shouldn’t. But as it turned out, It wasn’t a loose shutter that finally led me imagination take off.
After a quick meal I decided to dress and start exploring the house a bit. I had never been in that house without one of the sisters or Jacob JR hanging over me shoulder.
I went upstairs to the bedroom and opened the closet to put on me green jumper…….
It wasn’t there! I had brought along and hung up 3 outfits, including a long black dress with white frills that I had planned on wearing to Monday’s Funeral. Two of the outfits, including the green jumper were there, but the black dress was not! Deciding it had simply fallen off I began to rummage around the closet, eventually pulling out an assortment of cartons containing stamps, and other related paraphernalia, but no dress, and no dolls either!
This was all starting to get a bit too weird I told meself, but decided that there must be some rational explanation. Perhaps Jesse was her, playing games on me, teasing me like he and me brother kad when we were youngetrs? I decided that , whatever the case, I would get to the bottem of it all, and if me cousin had had anything to do with this, I would have no problems seeking retribution!
I dressed and went out on me exploring mission…..
End Of part 2
to be continued …..
Kim o, deme boşuna..
Benim, ben.
Öyle bir ben ki gelen kapına;
Başdan - başa sen.
Don't say who's that, there is no point..
It's me, it's me.
Such a me who comes to your door,
You from top to bottom.
Özdemir Asaf
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Explored Jan. 12, 2013
This week's theme was water-drop refraction -- something I've only managed a couple times (and both times by accident). I read the tutorials, studied other people's shots and setups, and still failed miserably. So here it is, my friends, my shot for this week, offered in exasperation. LOL
The emergency services throughout Winston-Salem, North Carolina, likely got calls about a UFO flying low over the city this past Saturday… it was an early evening fly-by of a U.S. Air Force B-2 Spirit stealth bomber at the airshow. Having grown up in a military family and enjoying my own service with the Air Force, I had seen nearly everything that flies in the U.S. arsenal, but not this critter. With only 20 B-2s in existence, this was a rare sight.
The B-2 drifted down from a high altitude like a falling leaf over Winston-Salem and made three low passes before returning to Whiteman Air Force Base in Missouri. I was unprepared for how well the thing flew. Often in engineering machines there are trade-offs, fuel efficiency for speed or aesthetics for practicality for instance… there appeared to be no such trade-offs for stealth in this machine. With a maximum speed of 0.95 Mach (95% of the speed of sound), this aircraft moved quietly and as gracefully as a manta ray. The first two passes ended in tight 180-degree turns… the pilot stood the plane up on its wingtips and yanked the stick back in a high-g turn, exactly as a fighter pilot would. Unlike fighter pilots, however, this crew of 2 regularly endures missions of 40-plus hours nonstop… both a remarkable machine and crew. Perhaps that's the reason for "yanking and banking"... to break the monotony of a long flight.
While you may think that I am extolling the virtues of a war machine, please give this some thought: as a Christian, I am a proponent for peace, but not for pacifism (peace at any cost), because the two do not equate… how can I be at peace when others suffer from unjust brutality? I think G. K. Chesterton said it best when he stated, “Unless a man become the enemy of evil, he will not even become its slave but rather its champion. God Himself will not help us to ignore it, but only to defy and defeat it.” In other words, if a defenseless child was being beaten to death and I raised no hand to stop it because of pacifist proclivity, then I would be just as guilty of the crime as the one who actually did it. The B-2 is definitely a “big stick” that I support… a deterrent in the war on terrorism. The aircraft and crew of the 509th are Air Force at its best.
If you look closely, you can see the beautiful evening sky reflected in the cockpit windows. Warbird, or
not, it's hard too overlook how technology can merge so elegantly into this machine... I suppose this perspective would change radically if you were its target. Those who earn that distinction do not earn it lightly.