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El dia 14 d'octubre de 2019 l'estat espanyol ens ha atacat amb la seva venjança, dita sentencia, contra el gobern de la Generalitat que el 2017 va organitzar el referendum d'autodeterminació del 1Oct, i posteriorment va proclamar la independència.
Així comença la nostra resposta, ocupant l'aeroport d'El Prat.
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On October 14th, 2019, the self called kingdom of spain sentenced to 9-13 years in prison to our Catalan government just to organize an autodetermination referendum.
Our answer, begins this day with the ocupation of El Prat / Barcelona airport for several hours. The trapped international travelers due to this movement are involuntary victims of this. Please, accept our appologies.
www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2019/oct/14/the-guardia...
www.vilaweb.cat/noticies/fotografies-manifestacio-sentenc...
"I'm re-reading the letters you wrote me
I'm searching and scanning for answers
In every line
For some kind of sign"
Yes, this is a quote from the same song as the one which inspired the photo where I was burning a letter (it wasn't an actual private letter though, rather a public post addressed to me, but I think it counts, and anyway I was going to burn that particular "letter" because it's author was wrong on so many levels and doing it I was basically replying "go to hell"). The song is about a different story, but I think that one quote fits here as well, because, yeah, I do know really well what it's like to re-reading letters like a detective trying to solve a mystery when this is almost the only option left to connect (and this option IS NOT ENOUGH to understand the reason behind, because it's one-sided).
Those tiles I bought for a totally different photo a long time ago (and still didn't take it). Never have I ever thought I will use it in a context like this but I think it's much better than an original intention. Though it's still sad...
Life - the answers are always behind the hill, after the turn.
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Flat-bottomed depression that is periodically covered by water. Playas occur in interior desert basins and adjacent to coasts in arid and semiarid regions. The water that periodically covers the playa slowly filters into the groundwater system or evaporates into the atmosphere, causing the deposition of salt, sand, and mud along the bottom and around the edges of the depression.
Read more: www.answers.com/topic/playa#ixzz1tfpXSHNa
A scene from my drive from California to Chicago.
I'm not a farmer but I'd love to know why the corn on this farm, and that on many others farms, was never harvested, i.e. cut down. Is this a way to improve the soil? Is there "a best time" to cut it down and that time passed? Calling all farmers for an answer, please...
140/365. Girl phoned me the other day and said "Come on over, there's nobody home." I went over. Nobody was home ~ Rodney Dangerfield
So I have rented another Nikon D3, this time from Borrow Lenses. Damn are they so much cheaper! And they deliver for free :) This shot was taken up near Guererro in a nice little neighborhood of houses. I was fond of the "no wind" factor, and of course, this fence. I tricked out my radio remote by placing my iPhone in front of it.... making it look like a phone that can call the moon.
Other than that, I've been getting quite a few questions on "how do you do this every day?" — I thought about this, and the answer is simple.
If you're passionate about something enough, you will do it. Consider a cross-country runner (athlete) who trains daily. For anyone to be decently competitive, they must train at least two (or more) hours a day. Including warmup, an eight mile run, cooldown, stretching, and lifting weights.
These same principles apply to what I'm doing now, except I'm not running, I'm going out, setting up lights, taking a photo, tearing down, post-processing, documenting (via strobist info), and describing this right now.
Which brings us to the final point, you strobistas can read on...
setup, camera, and strobist info: see here
“It was a question I had worn on my lips for days - like a loose thread on my favourite sweater I couldn't resist pulling - despite knowing it could all unravel around me.
"Do you love me?" I ask.
In your hesitation I found my answer.”
― Lang Leav
Also from my High Island trip....
This peacock was about 100yards down the road from the snake...first it was beside my car, and seemed to pose for me, than there was a sound, from the distance, first, it seemed like he was answering....after a while he was slowly strutting in front of my car, where he seemed to think if he should listen to that voice in the background....than, it was like..... fine, if I really have to.....lol
a beautiful thanksgiving ~ love to you! ~ and safe, happy journeys to all who are traveling
≈ am very thankful for you and to you ≈
(posting a bit early to also wish very happy birthdays to jani and robin :)
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about this picture..
i sent out a prayer ... well, a big question of God really ..
and the next morning this was the answer.
(as it always is... :*)
Port Townsend, Washington
Ask Washington residents which city in their state is most noteworthy for its Victorian-era architecture and the answer will likely be Port Townsend. The downtown commercial center boasts one of the state’s finest collections of late nineteenth century commercial structures, comprising a historic district recognized as a National Historic Landmark.
Located at the corner of Water and Taylor Streets, the Hastings Building serves as the anchor to Port Townsend’s historic downtown. Constructed in 1889 and named for Captain L.B. Hastings, the architectural details and ornamentation adorning the Hastings Building illustrate the flamboyance and optimism of the early 1890s.
The Hastings Building is located in Port Townsend’s downtown Historic Commercial District.
This beautiful example of Elmer H. Fisher Victorian architecture has three floors which are currently planned for a full historic rehabilitation as part of the Hastings Building/Hastings Landing Project.
There were two buildings named similarly--the Hastings Building and the James and Hastings Building--built nearby to each other at the same time in Port Townsend. Lucinda Bingham Hastings (1826-1894), the widow of Loren Brown Hastings (1814-1881), a local dry goods merchant, turned to real estate investment after her husband's death in 1881, and provided the capital for this building and half of the cost of the James and Hastings Building.
References: hastingsestate.com/hastingsestate.com/Hastings_Building; preservewa.org/city/port-townsen; pcad.lib.washington.edu/building/19951
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This Monkey Morgan view of a housing estate in Carlow looks like an ancient hillside drawing, with greater geometric precision, but without the artistic flare of the ancients? We may be able to see where this was, but can we see what it looks like today?
+++ UPDATE +++
Google satellite view (thanks beachcomber australia) allows us to imagine ourselves in a cockpit along with the intrepid Monkey Morgan. Meanwhile, our own Morning Mary is very disappointed with the answer to her query about the weird markings in the huge field at bottom right. She’s always on the prowl for a good story or bit of scandal. However, it seems that “modified herring bone pattern in field is for land drainage” according to George FitzPatrick.
Photographer: Alexander Campbell “Monkey” Morgan
Collection: Morgan Aerial Photographic Collection
Date: April 1955
NLI Ref: NPA MOR1081
You can also view this image, and many thousands of others, on the NLI’s catalogue at catalogue.nli.ie
talk, it's only talk
arguments, agreements, advice, answers,
ariculate announcements
it's only talk
talk, it's only talk
babble, burble, banter, bicker bicker
brouhaha, boulderdash, ballyhoo
it's only talk, back talk
talk talk talk, its only talk
comments, cliches, commentary, controversy
chatter, chit-chat, chit-chat, chit-chat,
conversation, contradiction, criticism
it's only talk, cheap talk
talk, talk, it's only talk
debates, discussions
these are words with a D this time
dialogue, dualogue, diatribe,
dissention, declamation
double talk, double talk
talk, talk, it's all talk
too much talk
small talk
talk that trash
expressions, editorials, expugnations,
exclamations, enfadulations
it's all talk
elephant talk, elephant talk, elephant talk
Often when I see people pitch X-men reboots, they do one of two things: A) Do the original Uncanny X-men roster of Cyclops, Jean Grey, Beast, Angel and Iceman or B) Just plugs in every popular X-men right off the bat. I don't like either of these. The uncanny X-men roster is kinda bland, while having every popular X-man in one movie would obviously not work.
My ideal line up would comprise of Cyclops, Jean Grey, Nightcrawler, Storm and Angel. Professor X and Beast would also be present but as mentors to the team, not actual X-men.
Somebody recently asked me to consider the sources of joy in my life. It sounds like an obvious question, but it was hard for me to answer, and I feel like that's probably a common experience. I feel like joy, true joy, can be difficult to identify. It's not the same as happiness, not the same as pride in a job well done, or a sense of accomplishment. It's a complicated emotion. It can so often be wrapped up in grief or sorrow. I read, once, a description of the state of "ecstasy" being "an experience of profound joy and profound sorrow all at once," and I would believe that. I have known that.
Books, for me, are... if not the source itself, than certainly the path. The tracks in the snow. I heard a friend describe the experience of reading as the closest thing he could think of to the experience of prayer, and... yes. Exactly.
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52 in 2022 Challenge - 8 Your Favourite Number
The other week I was out with Darren Wilkin and mentioned that I had to do my favourite number for a challenge, but I don't really have a favourite number.
Darren instantly said 42, and it just so happened that yesterday I was sat at table number 42. So 42 can now be my favourite number :)))
As everyone is entering 2017, the unknown stares back at us, and we wonder what lies over the horizon. I think this picture brings home the reality of the human mindset, in that while we are a little afraid of the unknown, and at the very best, can be uncomfortable or challenged by it, we are also drawn into it! The desire to see what lies ahead, around the bend, or over a hill is what drives us on to conquer our own fears and discomfort. Sometimes, we will wish we hadn't trudged ahead, but other times, we will be glad we did.
A friend of mine once said in a poem she wrote that we should seek to be pioneers, not settlers. Keep exploring, keep conquering new challenges and setting those lofty goals!
Yesterday, my nephew came over for a while. He told us his plans to go into the National Guard, join a police force eventually, and then get a law degree and be a cop AND a lawyer! At first, I looked at him like he was crazy, and thought to myself, he can't do that! Then I asked him if maybe he didn't think he might be spreading himself too thin with those goals. He shrugged and basically said he could do it. I then thought, what right do I have to convince him otherwise?! At 21, the world is still your oyster, and you have the strength to accomplish great things. I hope he does it!
For those of us who haven't the time or energy to take on the entire world anymore, I just want to encourage us all to at least keep chomping on those bits of life that make it glorious! Don't ever give up, and don't ever stop dreaming! There are still a lot of unknowns to conquer, and we will always be entering another forest with something in the distance that lures us to go deeper. It's the best of life that's calling us. We need to answer the unknown when it calls...