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As the sun dipped behind the horizon, I noticed this lone figure at the top of the stairs. The contrast between the dark shadows and the warm glow of sunset perfectly captured the stillness and quiet beauty of the moment.
Architectural and shadow play details from the area adjacent to the Pirates of the Caribbean attraction.
Magic Kingdom | Adventureland | Pirates of the Caribbean
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CN 435 ascends the grade at Dundas with a trio of 3 high horse power units, note the friendly wave from the conductor in the door.
www.brianfolchetti.com | Centralia, PA
Going for something a little different here.
Strobist:
AB800 w/ camera left and above
AB800 w/ reflector camera right/behind and high
Triggered with Cybersyncs
Persico di Tramonti - La Spezia - Italy
Pentacon Six TL - Zeiss Flektogon 50/4 - Gossen Lunasix 3
Fomapan 100 developed in Rodinal 1+50 (7 minutes with prewash) at 20°
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Liguria
È la Liguria terra leggiadra.
Il sasso ardente, l'argilla pulita,
s'avvivano di pampini al sole.
È gigante l'ulivo. A primavera
appar dovunque la mimosa effimera.
Ombra e sole s'alternano
per quelle fondi valli
che si celano al mare,
per le vie lastricate
che vanno in su, fra campi di rose,
pozzi e terre spaccate,
costeggiando poderi e vigne chiuse.
In quell'arida terra il sole striscia
sulle pietre come un serpe.
Il mare in certi giorni
è un giardino fiorito.
Reca messaggi il vento.
Venere torna a nascere
ai soffi del maestrale.
O chiese di Liguria, come navi
disposte a esser varate!
O aperti ai venti e all'onde
liguri cimiteri!
Una rosea tristezza vi colora
quando di sera, simile ad un fiore
che marcisce, la grande luce
si va sfacendo e muore.
Vincenzo Cardarelli
She straightens, rises from the darkness. She sees a first gleam of light on the horizon. She sees hope. Sees the shadows rise again and darken the sky.
Usually, I have a story and a concept in mind. This time I worked the other way around. Started with a sheet of fabric I bought a while ago, but never used. Stitched together several pictures, experimented with different backgrounds an elements until this picture and her story revealed itself before me.
I got caught without an umbrella one day and escaped the rain inside this hotel on the IJ. Sometimes things happen for a reason. :)
Model World Undercroft
Photographer Jesse Belavidorico
Photo appears in October 2012 Blithe SL Magazine
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View On Black And in Large.
This the stairway up to the entrance to the Clock Tower in St Luke's Anglican Church
Richmond.
www.ohta.org.au/organs/organs/RichmondTAS.html
St Luke's Church of England at 26 Torrens Street is listed in the National Estate Register which records that 'This Georgian stone church was designed by Colonial Architect John Lee Archer, and erected in 1834-36. The foundation stone was laid by Governor Arthur, and the clock, made in England in 1828 and previously installed in the tower of St David's, Hobart, was installed in St Luke's in 1922
Climbing the Mist Trail in Yosemite National Park. A big snow fall this winter has meant big waterfalls this spring.
Actually i think it's a big fat pigeon but it will serve the purpose ;)
Vaughan Williams ~ The Lark Ascending
Based on the George Meredith Poem of the same name:
The Lark Ascending
George Meredith (1828–1909)
HE rises and begins to round,
He drops the silver chain of sound
Of many links without a break,
In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake,
All intervolv’d and spreading wide,
Like water-dimples down a tide
Where ripple ripple overcurls
And eddy into eddy whirls;
A press of hurried notes that run
So fleet they scarce are more than one,
Yet changingly the trills repeat
And linger ringing while they fleet,
Sweet to the quick o’ the ear, and dear
To her beyond the handmaid ear,
Who sits beside our inner springs,
Too often dry for this he brings,
Which seems the very jet of earth
At sight of sun, her musci’s mirth,
As up he wings the spiral stair,
A song of light, and pierces air
With fountain ardor, fountain play,
To reach the shining tops of day,
And drink in everything discern’d
An ecstasy to music turn’d,
Impell’d by what his happy bill
Disperses; drinking, showering still,
Unthinking save that he may give
His voice the outlet, there to live
Renew’d in endless notes of glee,
So thirsty of his voice is he,
For all to hear and all to know
That he is joy, awake, aglow,
The tumult of the heart to hear
Through pureness filter’d crystal-clear,
And know the pleasure sprinkled bright
By simple singing of delight,
Shrill, irreflective, unrestrain’d,
Rapt, ringing, on the jet sustain’d
Without a break, without a fall,
Sweet-silvery, sheer lyrical,
Perennial, quavering up the chord
Like myriad dews of sunny sward
That trembling into fulness shine,
And sparkle dropping argentine;
Such wooing as the ear receives
From zephyr caught in choric leaves
Of aspens when their chattering net
Is flush’d to white with shivers wet;
And such the water-spirit’s chime
On mountain heights in morning’s prime,
Too freshly sweet to seem excess,
Too animate to need a stress;
But wider over many heads
The starry voice ascending spreads,
Awakening, as it waxes thin,
The best in us to him akin;
And every face to watch him rais’d,
Puts on the light of children prais’d,
So rich our human pleasure ripes
When sweetness on sincereness pipes,
Though nought be promis’d from the seas,
But only a soft-ruffling breeze
Sweep glittering on a still content,
Serenity in ravishment.
For singing till his heaven fills,
’T is love of earth that he instils,
And ever winging up and up,
Our valley is his golden cup,
And he the wine which overflows
To lift us with him as he goes:
The woods and brooks, the sheep and kine
He is, the hills, the human line,
The meadows green, the fallows brown,
The dreams of labor in the town;
He sings the sap, the quicken’d veins;
The wedding song of sun and rains
He is, the dance of children, thanks
Of sowers, shout of primrose-banks,
And eye of violets while they breathe;
All these the circling song will wreathe,
And you shall hear the herb and tree,
The better heart of men shall see,
Shall feel celestially, as long
As you crave nothing save the song.
Was never voice of ours could say
Our inmost in the sweetest way,
Like yonder voice aloft, and link
All hearers in the song they drink:
Our wisdom speaks from failing blood,
Our passion is too full in flood,
We want the key of his wild note
Of truthful in a tuneful throat,
The song seraphically free
Of taint of personality,
So pure that it salutes the suns
The voice of one for millions,
In whom the millions rejoice
For giving their one spirit voice.
Yet men have we, whom we revere,
Now names, and men still housing here,
Whose lives, by many a battle-dint
Defaced, and grinding wheels on flint,
Yield substance, though they sing not, sweet
For song our highest heaven to greet:
Whom heavenly singing gives us new,
Enspheres them brilliant in our blue,
From firmest base to farthest leap,
Because their love of Earth is deep,
And they are warriors in accord
With life to serve and pass reward,
So touching purest and so heard
In the brain’s reflex of yon bird;
Wherefore their soul in me, or mine,
Through self-forgetfulness divine,
In them, that song aloft maintains,
To fill the sky and thrill the plains
With showerings drawn from human stores,
As he to silence nearer soars,
Extends the world at wings and dome,
More spacious making more our home,
Till lost on his aërial rings
In light, and then the fancy sings.
On the quiet roads of the Wittgensteiner Land. The best kept secret of amazing road bike spots in Germany.
Auf den ruhigen Straßen des Wittgensteiner Lands. Der best gehütetste Geheimspot für Rennrad fahren in Deutschland.
This sculpture reminds me of Marcel Duchamp's Nude Descending a Staircase, though she's ascending and more Cubist then Dada.
2012~They will take the opportunity of the allignment of the center of the Galaxy 's Blackhole with our Solar system ~ Using a technology unknown to us, that can only be described as ascending ,they will be coming to Earth to buy underpants...and maybe save our global economy :-D~ Thanks to onceawildchild for the inspiration ~ Merci Fiona !
Rather than drive over to Hot Springs, we took the trail from Rio Grande Village, which rises above Hot Springs Canyon before descending to the springs.
Nikon D90
Photoshop CS6
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