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This picture is a pipe dream. While there have been severe storms with heavy rain in almost all parts of Germany in the last few days, no rain has arrived here. Our area has become extremely dry.
I connected parts of different pictures of mine, processed, added new elements, alienated, completed on the tablet with painting and finally put several textures on top. (Photoshop, PicsArt, Snapseed, ToolWiz)
People hurry home under their umbrellas. But beautiful to look at are the lights, which are reflected in the wetness of the streets.
Photo processed, alienated in various programs, completed on the tablet with painting and finally put a grainy texture over it.
The Civico Orto Botanico di Trieste (90 hectares, cultivated area 10,000 m²) is a municipal botanical garden located at via Marchesetti 2, Trieste, Friuli-Venezia Giulia, Italy.
The garden was established in 1842 when the city first experimented with plantations of the Austrian black pine. By 1861 a botanical garden began to take shape with species collected from the Julian Alps in Istria and Dalmatia. In 1873 it opened to the public, in 1877 published its first catalog of 254 plants (Delectus seminum quae Hortus Botanicus tergestinus pro mutual communicatione offert), and in 1903 became a public institution attached to the Museum of Natural History. In 1986 the garden was forced to close to the public for lack of resources, but in 2001 part of the garden reopened.
Today the garden includes several sections, including one devoted to the natural flora of Carso, Trieste, Istria, and adjacent territories. Other sections include historic flower beds, poisonous plants, ornamental plants, plants magical, garden of simples, lotus flowers, food plants, formal garden, dyeing plants, and useful plants. It also contains greenhouses (110 m²).
For further information please visit en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Civico_Orto_Botanico_di_Trieste
The Botanical Gardens are the property of the Municipality of Trieste and a part of the Civic Scientific Museums. The layout of the gardens, as depicted in the map, includes various areas. Associated with the gardens is a natural reserve comprising the Biasoletto wood and the Farneto wood (for a total of 90 ha).
The Botanical Gardens publishes the Index Seminum, where each year the species for which seeds are offered are listed, complete with all of the collection data. The list is sent to most of the other botanical gardens throughout the world as part of a free exchange between scientific institutes. Already a linchpin in the relationship between scientific research and environmental conservation, botanical gardens have also become a centre for teaching and recreation. The aim of the gardens is to satisfy the needs of both advanced scientific research and a new environmental awareness, so as to develop activities of a cultural nature for an increasingly broader section of the public.
As well as the research and systematic classification performed, botanical gardens have taken on the role of the conservation, cultivation and reproduction of officinal plants, plants for textile production and foodstuffs, local horticultural varieties, spontaneous and endemic flora of the region and surrounding areas, aquatic and palustrine plants, succulent plants.
For this reason botanical gardens may be seen as an island, albeit artificial, of floristic diversity which plays a strategic part in the conservation of biodiversity, and therefore in the survival of mankind itself.
When the gardens are integrated into the daily life of the citizens, as is the case in Trieste, they are no longer a facility for the exclusive use of botanists, but rather open to a much broader public intent on enriching its own culture, or perhaps escaping from a polluted and alienating urban environment.
For further information please visit www.ortobotanicotrieste.it/languages/english/
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Ein verfremdetes Foto mit Mohnblume im Getreidefeld.
The red calyx
An alienated photo with poppy in a cornfield.
drawn to the medium by kind of an alienated viewpoint :-)
Gregory Crewdson
Ukraine Matters! Peace Now!
sunset, Atlantic Beach, north carolina
Of course I alienate myself from society. It's the only way I know of not being constantly reminded of all the ways I'm alienated from society. - Author: Joshua Ferris
Evening shot among the "Steps" (in Cornwall's north coast) and using a ND Grad filter - with the help of Matt Whorlow, a Cornish landscape photographer. Edited in Fuji's raw converter and refined in Luminar. The ND filter was hand-held and some reflections crept into the image. But I am happy with this photo, though I still feel that "landscape" is a difficult subject for me. When exploring this hesitation I am finding that I am somehow alienated from landscape/nature and that pretending that I could easily bridge the gap would not work. This is not about issues of skills or technique, it is about truth.
Used a screen setting after turning this black and white in Silver Efex Pro. Feels better to keep learning.
“The best thing for being sad," replied Merlin, beginning to puff and blow, "is to learn something. That's the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then — to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting."
― T.H. White, The Once and Future King
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Near Barnard Castle, County Durham
The Abbey was founded in the late 12th century at some point between 1168 and 1198 most likely by a member of the Multon family; the oldest document about the abbey dated to 1198 mentions a fine by the overlord Ralph Lenham to Ralph Multon in regard to alienated land.
The founders were the Premonstratensians who wore a white habit and became known as the White Canons They chose the site for the abbey because of its isolation, close proximity to a river and the supply of local stone for its construction.
In common with many early monasteries, the original church at Egglestone Abbey was enlarged, and partly rebuilt, about one hundred years later. It is this later church that survives today.
The abbey was always poor and at times had difficulty maintaining the required number of canons (twelve – from the Twelve Apostles).
Egglestone Abbey was to suffer at the hands of Scottish invaders and the rowdy English army who were billeted there in 1346 on their way to the Battle of Neville's Cross outside Durham.
Eventually, much of the abbey was pulled down and some of the stonework was used to pave the stable yard at the nearby Rokeby Park in the 19th century. The ruins were grade I listed in 1987
Once upon a time in a land not so far away, mothers and fathers, and their mothers and fathers, taught children the standards of polite society. Perhaps that is where I should start. If this hurts your feelings a bit, then your mother and father failed, because you just don't get it. I am not sure exactly whether or not their parents failed them, but yours did you. And if you breed, you will fail your offspring, because you now have no example worth following to model as proper behavior for them.
Now I am not trying to alienate everyone. I know there are still a lot of decent people out there. Thank you for having manners. Thank you for asking for permission. Thank you for saying please and thank you. Thank you for expressing yourself in civilized tones. Thank you for giving credit where credit is due. Genuine human decency and decorum are becoming increasingly rare in recent years. You are truly special.
In between the best and the worst, are the majority. Sadly, they are just barely going through the motions. Even when they seem their best, it is merely hollow words, meant to fulfill a social obligation. They are putting up a front and if you call them out on it you will hear quickly just how much better they are than you. They are so stuck on themselves. They have no humility and no excuses. They make their choices, either passively or deliberately. They let themselves become the centers of their own individual and constantly shrinking universes. They are sovereign over everything within the span of their fingertips. And no one cares.
So here is the deal. I try and I hope that a lot of you do too. It is not always easy, but we try. Some of us. Others cannot even acknowledge a pleasant greeting or compliment. Let's bring it closer to home. I truly appreciate it when you take the time to make a meaningful comment on one of my posts. You are the best! I still appreciate those who post a group award comment. You took a moment to react positively. I appreciate all your faves as well. I really do. They can be addictive. Who doesn't love to have positive feedback on their artistic expression? And while we are at it, what about group covers and other sorts of recognition? I really appreciate that someone thought that one of my pictures was somehow representative of what their group is about. I always take the time to acknowledge a group cover, but some people don't. Not at all. Oh, they see it there alright and I understand not wanting to clutter up their stream with covers, but the least a person could do is to post a simple thank you on the group discussion and maybe a thank you comment in the comments section of their own original post.
Do you hear the *Crickets*? Not even a private two-word message? "Thank you"? Sure Flickr can be flaky but you people are a box of a dozen puff pastries by comparison. Don't blame your choices on circumstances. They are your choices. You made them. Accept the consequences. I am tired of your nonsense. Want to un-follow me. That's fine.
And for those of you truly outstanding human beings who I have had the pleasure of getting to know here. Thank you. I can feel that you are genuine. I trust my feelings. They rarely fail me. You, my friends, are the ones who keep me here and help me maintain my sanity.
The salineras of Las Salinas de Cabo de Gata, existing since Roman times, were alienated in 1872 by the state. In 1882 they were acquired by a French company; Later he would buy them Isabel Oliver and Cueto, and then pass them on to his heirs, the Acosta family with the name of Salineras de Acosta.
The new management of Isabel Oliver and the Acosta, who formed the company Salinas de Almería in 1904, brought with it important benefits that resulted in the urban equipment for the salt workers, thus building the church in 1907.
Las explotaciones salineras de Las Salinas de Cabo de Gata, existentes desde época romana, fueron enajenadas en 1872 por el estado. En 1882 fueron adquiridas por una compañía francesa; más tarde las compraría Isabel Oliver y de Cueto para pasar luego a sus herederos, la familia Acosta con el nombre de Salineras de Acosta.
La nueva gestión de Isabel Oliver y los Acosta, que constituyeron la empresa Salinas de Almería en 1904, trajo consigo importantes beneficios que redundaron en el equipamiento urbano para los trabajadores salineros, construyéndose así la iglesia en 1907.
She is a queen who defends her throne,
In the midst of chaos and confusion.
She rules her court with pride and power,
And watches over every scrap and clutter.
Some may find her unfamiliar or alienating,
But those who see her strutting through her courtyard,
Quickly realise her true glamour and charisma,
And that she is a queen, a queen of trash, like no other.
The hôtel was built to serve as a residence for the archbishops of Sens. Before 1622, Paris was not a specific archdiocese, and depended on the diocesan authority of Sens. The archbishop was a prominent figure of power, his residence reflecting his influence within the urban landscape.
A first hôtel, at this location, was built for the archbishops of Sens in 1345, which was latter used by Charles V, King of France, as a part of his royal residence, the hôtel Saint-Pol. When the Kings settled in the newly built Louvre palace, the building was destroyed, only to be replaced by the current hôtel, built between 1475 and 1519 by Tristian de Salazar and reinstalled as the residence of the archbishops of Sens.[1] As such, it served as the house of many renowned prelate, such as Antoine Duprat, Louis de Bourbon de Vendôme, Louis de Lorraine, Nicolas de Pellevé (who died in the hôtel) or Jacques Davy Duperron. Margaret of Valois also lived there in 1605 and 1606, and her decision to cut a fig tree (figuier) in front of the building is said to have inspired the name of the street, rue du Figuier.[2]
The 1830 cannonball lodged in the main facade.
In 1622, Paris became an archdiocese. The archbishops of Sens lost the major part of their power in the city, and their sojourns in Paris became progressively less frequent. The hôtel, alienated during the 17th century to the archdiocese of Paris, entered a lasting period of progressive decay. A bien national during the French Revolution, it was sold in 1797 and privately owned throughout the 19th century, housing, like many hôtels particulier in the Marais at the time, shops, workshops or factories. During the Trois Glorieuses street fights of 1830, a cannonball hit the facade and lodged deep within the wall ; it is visible nowadays above the main entrance, the date engraved beneath.
Protected as a heritage site in 1862, the building was acquired by the city of Paris, and thoroughly restored in 1930. The Forney art library was installed in it in 1961.
/Wikipedia/
The church of Las Salinas de Cabo de Gata is a Catholic Christian temple of the early twentieth century located in Las Salinas, between the neighborhoods of La Almadraba de Monteleva and Cabo de Gata, in the city of Almeria, Andalusia, Spain.
The salt farms of Las Salinas de Cabo de Gata, existing since Roman times, were alienated in 1872 by the state. In 1882 they were acquired by a French company; Later, Isabel Oliver and Cueto would buy them and then go to their heirs, the Acosta family by the name of Salineras de Acosta.
The new management of Isabel Oliver and the Acosta, which constituted the Salinas de Almería company in 1904, brought with it important benefits that resulted in urban equipment for saline workers, thus building the church in 1907.
For many years the building threatened the ruin. The last time Mass was celebrated in the church was on December 25, 2004 and, at least since 2007, the authorities promised its restoration. After various vicissitudes, a broad social movement always demanded the recovery of the temple. Both the bishopric, as the City of Almeria and the Junta de Andalucía committed themselves to it. In March 2011, the Church suffered several acts of vandalism, which is why the Bishopric and the Almería City Council reached an agreement for their rehabilitation. Finally, the restoration ended on September 23, 2012, resuming its liturgical activity, and currently the Church of Las Salinas is in good condition, it can be visited and in its enclosure we can find a tourist information point about the temple and the Park Natural of Cabo de Gata.
La iglesia de Las Salinas de Cabo de Gata es un templo cristiano católico de principios del siglo XX situado en Las Salinas, entre las barriadas de La Almadraba de Monteleva y de Cabo de Gata, en la ciudad de Almería, Andalucía, España.
Las explotaciones salineras de Las Salinas de Cabo de Gata, existentes desde época romana, fueron enajenadas en 1872 por el estado. En 1882 fueron adquiridas por una compañía francesa; más tarde las compraría Isabel Oliver y de Cueto para pasar luego a sus herederos, la familia Acosta con el nombre de Salineras de Acosta.
La nueva gestión de Isabel Oliver y los Acosta, que constituyeron la empresa Salinas de Almería en 1904, trajo consigo importantes beneficios que redundaron en el equipamiento urbano para los trabajadores salineros, construyéndose así la iglesia en 1907.
Durante muchos años el edificio amenazaba la ruina. La última vez que se celebró misa en la iglesia fue el 25 de diciembre de 2004 y, al menos desde 2007, las autoridades prometían su restauración. Tras diversas vicisitudes, un amplio movimiento social siempre exigió la recuperación del templo. Tanto el obispado, como el Ayuntamiento de Almería y la Junta de Andalucía se comprometieron a ello. En marzo de 2011 la Iglesia sufrió varios actos vandálicos , motivo por el cual el Obispado y el Ayuntamiento de Almería llegaron a un acuerdo para su rehabilitación. Finalmente, la restauración terminó el 23 de septiembre de 2012, reanudando su actividad litúrgica, y actualmente la Iglesia de las Salinas se encuentra en buen estado, se puede visitar y en su recinto podemos encontrar un punto de información turística sobre el templo y el Parque Natural de Cabo de Gata.
The hôtel was built to serve as a residence for the archbishops of Sens. Before 1622, Paris was not a specific archdiocese, and depended on the diocesan authority of Sens. The archbishop was a prominent figure of power, his residence reflecting his influence within the urban landscape.
A first hôtel, at this location, was built for the archbishops of Sens in 1345, which was latter used by Charles V, King of France, as a part of his royal residence, the hôtel Saint-Pol. When the Kings settled in the newly built Louvre palace, the building was destroyed, only to be replaced by the current hôtel, built between 1475 and 1519 by Tristian de Salazar and reinstalled as the residence of the archbishops of Sens.[1] As such, it served as the house of many renowned prelate, such as Antoine Duprat, Louis de Bourbon de Vendôme, Louis de Lorraine, Nicolas de Pellevé (who died in the hôtel) or Jacques Davy Duperron. Margaret of Valois also lived there in 1605 and 1606, and her decision to cut a fig tree (figuier) in front of the building is said to have inspired the name of the street, rue du Figuier.[2]
The 1830 cannonball lodged in the main facade.
In 1622, Paris became an archdiocese. The archbishops of Sens lost the major part of their power in the city, and their sojourns in Paris became progressively less frequent. The hôtel, alienated during the 17th century to the archdiocese of Paris, entered a lasting period of progressive decay. A bien national during the French Revolution, it was sold in 1797 and privately owned throughout the 19th century, housing, like many hôtels particulier in the Marais at the time, shops, workshops or factories. During the Trois Glorieuses street fights of 1830, a cannonball hit the facade and lodged deep within the wall ; it is visible nowadays above the main entrance, the date engraved beneath.
Protected as a heritage site in 1862, the building was acquired by the city of Paris, and thoroughly restored in 1930. The Forney art library was installed in it in 1961.
/Wikipedia/
When we apprehend God through the medium of concepts, we see Him as an object separate from ourselves, as a being from whom we are alienated, even though we believe that He loves us and that we love Him. In contemplation this division disappears, for contemplation goes beyond concepts and apprehends God not as a separate object but as the Reality within our own reality, the Being within our being, the life of our life...
… Contemplation is a mystery in which God reveals Himself to us as the very center of our own most intimate self—intimior intimo meo as St. Augustine said. When the realization of His presence bursts upon us, our own self disappears in Him and we pass mystically through the Red Sea of separation to lose ourselves (and thus find our true selves) in Him…
… All the powers of the soul reach out in freedom and knowledge and love, and all converge again, and all are gathered together in one supreme act which is radiant with peace.
-Thomas Merton, The New Man
Actually, you’re from a galaxy far away
You in that planet used to be a champion
A winner who have won a gold medal
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✩ Leggings #ERROR – Kiara Leggings
✩ Boots MEMOIRE - Rev Boots
✩ Nails & Rings Pure Poison - Dhalia
✩ Earrings [V.C.LAB] - Don't Call Me GACHA
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Walking through the Fortaleza de la Mota, in Alcalá la Real, is a privilege within the reach of most. The remains that the excavations have brought to light and the buildings that have been so carefully restored make it easy for us to travel to another age full of legends. The silence and peace that you breathe on this bright day in March hold you back as if you were the victim of some spell dictated by a character from your long past. Old streets, ice deposits, cellars, ruins of humble houses and others not so humble, the wall and its gates, the Alcázar and its tower... place you in a setting whose geometry integrates you, little by little, without being aware of it.
Its first name, Qal'at Astalir, changed from the 8th century, as did its urban structure, through the numerous events that took place on this hill, until the definitive Al-Qal'a. Time also brought the Christians to this place - whom I prefer to imagine surprised and surrendered before such an advanced community - and as a bulwark that competes with the rest of the fortress, the abbey church still stands erect. Inside, a spiral staircase allows access, in the shadows and with the help of a beam of light that sneaks through an opening in its walls, to the choir of the temple from which one has an extraordinary perspective of the building, particularly the entire floor of the main nave in which dozens of open tombs make up a gruesome landscape from which all the bodies lying here seem to have fled.
So much time in this place my emotions were dilating in such a way that at a certain moment, walking through the ramparts of the fortress I believed my mind was already alienated when I could see the majestic Sierra Nevada -snow-capped- floating over the orderly fields of olive trees that seemed to obey to the gentle rocking of an immeasurable sea. A sea whose green had been usurped in an authoritative gesture by the sky blue that impregnated absolutely the entire landscape that stretched out before my sight (see the attached photograph).
Who inhabited this absence? whatsigh
interrupt when speaking who do I dispossess
of the recovered body in which I stay?
Who sees, with my eyes, what I look at?
the light that I feel, the air that I breathe,
the weight of silence that I pick up,
everything opposes me an intimate lock
and declares me an intruder in my retirement.
In vain the foot that I advance coincides
with the footprint of the foot that sank in the sand
the invisible the same as I substitute;
for what the soul, upon returning, asks of me
it is not doubling as soon as it alienates me
but to be again what I destroy!
by Jaime Torres Bodet
Borkum-https://www.flickr.com/groups/14757789@N23/, Golden Place (62, 161, 22) - Moderado
Focus stack or focus shifting, #2
“You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then — to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting. Learning is the only thing for you. Look what a lot of things there are to learn."
T.H. White, English author, (29 May 1906 – 17 January 1964)
The Once and Future King
And, as David duChemin states, “Try something new.”
February 12, 2023, on his website.
Six shots using Helicon Focus. Note the second hand moved fractionally in the time taken to shoot six frames.
7mm horizontally
Preference between #1 or #2?
Last January 2022 I asked for help and a Flickr support hero removed both of my accounts from the Explore algorithm. I feel more relaxed and in the moment.
I've been a football fan since childhood, but I've been alienated from the top-flight game for years because of the obscene amounts of money involved and the dubious ownership and governance.
Luckily, "real football" can still be easily found in the "lower" leagues. Here we are at Morecambe FC's Mizuma Stadium before their home game against Forest Green Rovers in League One.
A 4,500 crowd, a high standard of soccer skill, and plenty of women, children, and families. A friendly atmosphere where supporters of both teams can mix. A modern stadium, safe standing if you want, half-time Bovril, and affordable!
By the way, a decent game (a relegation battle) finished 1-1.
Why not try it out where you live?
Explore #434
The church of Las Salinas de Cabo de Gata is a Catholic Christian temple of the early twentieth century located in Las Salinas, between the neighborhoods of La Almadraba de Monteleva and Cabo de Gata, in the city of Almeria, Andalusia, Spain.
The salt farms of Las Salinas de Cabo de Gata, existing since Roman times, were alienated in 1872 by the state. In 1882 they were acquired by a French company; Later, Isabel Oliver and Cueto would buy them and then go to their heirs, the Acosta family by the name of Salineras de Acosta.
The new management of Isabel Oliver and the Acosta, which constituted the Salinas de Almería company in 1904, brought with it important benefits that resulted in urban equipment for saline workers, thus building the church in 1907.
For many years the building threatened the ruin. The last time Mass was celebrated in the church was on December 25, 2004 and, at least since 2007, the authorities promised its restoration. After various vicissitudes, a broad social movement always demanded the recovery of the temple. Both the bishopric, as the City of Almeria and the Junta de Andalucía committed themselves to it. In March 2011, the Church suffered several acts of vandalism, which is why the Bishopric and the Almería City Council reached an agreement for their rehabilitation. Finally, the restoration ended on September 23, 2012, resuming its liturgical activity, and currently the Church of Las Salinas is in good condition, it can be visited and in its enclosure we can find a tourist information point about the temple and the Park Natural of Cabo de Gata.
La iglesia de Las Salinas de Cabo de Gata es un templo cristiano católico de principios del siglo XX situado en Las Salinas, entre las barriadas de La Almadraba de Monteleva y de Cabo de Gata, en la ciudad de Almería, Andalucía, España.
Las explotaciones salineras de Las Salinas de Cabo de Gata, existentes desde época romana, fueron enajenadas en 1872 por el estado. En 1882 fueron adquiridas por una compañía francesa; más tarde las compraría Isabel Oliver y de Cueto para pasar luego a sus herederos, la familia Acosta con el nombre de Salineras de Acosta.
La nueva gestión de Isabel Oliver y los Acosta, que constituyeron la empresa Salinas de Almería en 1904, trajo consigo importantes beneficios que redundaron en el equipamiento urbano para los trabajadores salineros, construyéndose así la iglesia en 1907.
Durante muchos años el edificio amenazaba la ruina. La última vez que se celebró misa en la iglesia fue el 25 de diciembre de 2004 y, al menos desde 2007, las autoridades prometían su restauración. Tras diversas vicisitudes, un amplio movimiento social siempre exigió la recuperación del templo. Tanto el obispado, como el Ayuntamiento de Almería y la Junta de Andalucía se comprometieron a ello. En marzo de 2011 la Iglesia sufrió varios actos vandálicos , motivo por el cual el Obispado y el Ayuntamiento de Almería llegaron a un acuerdo para su rehabilitación. Finalmente, la restauración terminó el 23 de septiembre de 2012, reanudando su actividad litúrgica, y actualmente la Iglesia de las Salinas se encuentra en buen estado, se puede visitar y en su recinto podemos encontrar un punto de información turística sobre el templo y el Parque Natural de Cabo de Gata.
The less you are, the more you have; the less you express your own life, the greater is your alienated life-the greater is the store of your estranged being.
Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels
Isaiah 59:2 “But your sinful acts have alienated you from your God; your sins have caused Him to reject you and not listen to your prayers.”
It was a rather dark morning at this cornfield, which was close to a forest. The light was dim but somehow fascinating, as I discovered, because the glowing red moonflowers appeared somewhat mysterious in this light. The wind contributed to this, blowing very gently over the cornfield, which caused it to sway back and forth like a wave in the ocean. I was actually out that early morning to spot animals in the forest, but the glow of the moonflowers didn't escape my notice. What's more, the animals must have noticed that I was focusing on the glowing red flowers for once.
The ancient Dakota Indians were wise. They knew that the heart of a person who becomes alienated from nature becomes hardened. They knew that a lack of respect for all living things and everything that grows in nature will soon lead to the death of respect for humankind as well. Therefore, the influence of nature, which made young people sensitive, was an important part of their education.
- Chief Dan George
#MacroMondays
#Watch
Please don't ask me how this photo came to be. This is, once again, a last-minute attempt, made today after I tried and tried yesterday (unsuccessfully, I might add). "Watch" is one of the "easy and therefore difficult" themes, at least for me it was very difficult. It didn't help that I was a little obsessed with reflections, because my first idea was to photograph the reflection of my Dad's watch in the rainbow-coloured mirror dial of one of my "Who cares if the watch is legible as long as it looks cool?" Casio watches. It didn't work, neither as a single image nor as in-camera stacking or focus bracketing.
Next, I tried to photograph the reflection of another Casio in the blank space on the backside of my old pocket watch (the part where, back then, the owner's initials were engraved). Without the initials, it looked like a mirror, nicely framed by an ornate pattern. So I carefully polished it, but it was too scratched and dull, so any reflection was quite muted and blurred. All I managed here was a soft reflection of the indices of an old Skagen Quartz watch, but it didn't look like much. I still tried this and that and then called it a day (or rather: a night).
Today, I decided to give it one more go, and this time, my Mom's antique pocket watch came to the rescue. The latter's back (with an engraved "K") is much shinier and highly polished. And while I still couldn't get any at least halfway clear reflections of yet another Casio's digital dial, I managed to reflect its colours on the guilloche-patterned back of my Mom's pocket watch. I had fixed the pocket watch at 90 degrees onto the black tile with modelling clay, and placed the A1000RBW right next to it. The warped "deformation" was created by the angle of the two lamps and the reflections from the Casio, but, as mentioned above in my first sentence, I really have no idea how. It just happened, and it happened to look good ;)
HMM, Everyone!
...you probably ask yourself Should I stay or should I go?
I've been locked out of Flickr for some days. Just could'nt log in at all. No mail adress or hotline, no person to contact. Flickr and Yahoo support works only if you're logged in. Well...
This, among other things, is sort of alienating to me.
To my friends & contacts: Sorry for the rant. Most of all I'm here because of you! :-)
P.S.: I just tried to log into my Yahoo Mail. Doesn't work again. As soon as I'm logged out of Flickr, I might be completely out again. :-( Just so you know.
By Elvira's arc
I want to see you pass
to know your name
and start crying.
What gray moon at nine
she bled your cheek?
Who collects your seed
of flare in the snow?
what cactus pin
is it killing your crystal?
By Elvira's arc
I'm going to see you pass
to drink your eyes
and start crying.
What a voice for my punishment
you scream in the market!
What an alienated carnation
in the heaps of wheat!
How far am I with you!
How close when you go!
By Elvira's arc
I'm going to see you pass
to suffer your thighs
and start crying.
by Federico Garcia Lorca
Clef des Champs , Clef des champs (39, 57, 21) - Adulto
“The best thing for being sad," replied Merlin, "is to learn something. That's the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then — to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting. Learning is the only thing for you."
T.H. White, The Once and Future King
I found a growing garlic bulb in my quest to learn something new. I'm trying to work my way to Jay Berg1‘s level. (See first comment for mini-photo.) Why a garlic bulb? I like the little paper-like wrapping.
Snoot and light experiment. Shot in a dark room with a snoot over the SB 800 strobe. (Need another snoot.) Performance anxiety perhaps stopped me from noticing the odd ISO setting.
Life's alienated graphics,
A kaleidoscope of vibrant hues,
But will they turn their back on me,
When Neptune brings a depth of blues?
Nemo. An underwater experience coming soon from Frogmore Regions.
Everything involves science. How much a power generated with your punch? How fast you can slide from being hit? the momentum, the force?
Well, if you do not take the first step to find out, all these calculations are useless.
I haven’t been doing many experiments since my early Flickr days, mostly I’m afraid of alienating my followers, especially the ones who like my nature and macro. But, there are a lot of possibilities I might not know if I don’t actually stepping out.
This photo was taken at the St. Louis Botanical Garden on a cold winter day in December 2015. Not much was in bloom, but I still enjoyed walking around the gardens and trying to find a photo or two to take. The no tripod policy seemed a bit odd to me given the vastness of the botanical garden area (I would think they would want to encourage photographers to visit, not alienate them, and space was not a problem), but I managed to get off a few decent shots anyway.
If you alienate the people who support you, they will stop supporting you.
I've seen a lot of places come and go in the four years I've been active on SL. Support is essential to a sim, yes, and so is keeping the lines of communication open.
Cold and empty, or soulless, are words no one ever needs to use to describe a place they've visited.
I've seen beautiful sims that had piss poor customer service if you will, and also seen some of my favorite places close because they lost interest or could not stay open due to cost.
And you can't say anything to anyone on SL because people can't take constructive criticism without taking personal offense. A lot of sims thrive on being social, and on support. I like to support sims that have provided me an escape and especially in the past year.
This is just me saying support goes both ways.
I'm not saying you have to speak to everyone all the time. I'm an introvert, and if I am having quiet time I prefer to keep it that way. I'm just saying let people know you appreciate them, appreciating you and your work. I hope that makes sense, because it's late, and I'm tired. ♥