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* Vista de la playa en Combarro. Municipio de Poyo, en la provincia gallega de Pontevedra (España).
* La sobriedad de la piedra le da un toque místico a esta playa, de recogimiento, y ese juego de la marea que sube y baja,
con las barcas solitarias.
La playa de Combarro posee un encanto único y tiene unas de las mejores vistas de toda la costa ya que la orilla de este pueblo bordea un mar espectacular que parece que no tiene fin.
* Paseando por estas arenas y rocas evoqué el impresionante poema de Benedetti sobre el mar…
El mar
¿Qué es en definitiva el mar?
¿Por qué seduce? ¿Por qué tienta?
Suele invadirnos como un dogma
y nos obliga a ser orilla.
Nadar es una forma de abrazarlo,
de pedirle otra vez revelaciones.
Pero los golpes de agua no son magia,
hay olas tenebrosas que anegan la osadía
y neblinas que todo lo confunden.
El mar es una alianza o un sarcófago del infinito.
Trae mensajes ilegibles
y estampas ignoradas del abismo;
trasmite, a veces, una turbadora tensa
y elemental melancolía.
El mar no se avergüenza de sus náufragos,
carece totalmente de conciencia
y sin embargo atrae, tienta, llama,
lame los territorios del suicida
y cuenta historias de final oscuro.
¿Qué es en definitiva el mar?
¿Por qué fascina?
¿Por qué tienta?
Es menos que un azar, una zozobra,
un argumento contra Dios.
Seduce por ser tan extranjero y tan nosotros,
tan hecho a la medida de nuestra sinrazón
y nuestro olvido.
Es probable que nunca haya respuesta
pero igual seguiremos preguntando:
¿Qué es por ventura el mar? ¿Por qué fascina el mar?
¿Qué significa ese enigma que queda más acá
y más allá del horizonte?
(MARIO BENEDETTI. Poemas.)
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Done a similar version to this a while back but it was textured when I usually do a picture I do about 3 or 4 different versions of it am I the only one who does that Lol ? Then I have Arguments with myself as to which one I like the best and which one to put on to flickr then sometimes I think oh damm I should have put the other one on there lol sorry for lack of comments yesterday wasn't feeling to good hope you all have a wonderful week x
house with thanks to www.flickr.com/photos/cindy47452/sets/
Golden Plover - Pluvialis apricaria
The European golden plover (Pluvialis apricaria), also known as the Eurasian golden plover or just the golden plover within Europe, is a largish plover. This species is similar to two other golden plovers: the American golden plover, Pluvialis dominica, and Pacific golden plover, Pluvialis fulva, which are both smaller, slimmer and relatively longer-legged than European golden plover, and both have grey rather than white axillary feathers (only properly visible in flight).
The European golden plover tends to breed in the Arctic tundra and other palearctic areas, ranging as far west as Iceland, where they are called Heiðlóa, and as far east as central Siberia. It tends to gather in large flocks and winter in open areas, agricultural plains, ploughed land, and short meadows, ranging from Europe to North Africa.
The European golden plover spends summers in Iceland, and in Icelandic folklore, the appearance of the first plover in country means that spring has arrived. The Icelandic media always covers the first plover sighting, which in 2017, took place on March 27, 2017.
Origin of Guinness World Records
On 10 November 1951, Sir Hugh Beaver, then the managing director of the Guinness Breweries, went on a shooting party in the North Slob, by the River Slaney in County Wexford, Ireland. After missing a shot at a Eurasian golden plover, he became involved in an argument over which was the fastest game bird in Europe, the golden plover or the red grouse (the former being correct). That evening at Castlebridge House, he realised that it was impossible to confirm in reference books whether or not the golden plover was Europe's fastest game bird. Beaver knew that there must be numerous other questions debated nightly in pubs throughout Ireland, but there was no book in the world with which to settle arguments about records. He realised then that a book supplying the answers to this sort of question might prove popular. A Guinness employee told Sir Hugh of two twin brothers, Norris and Ross McWhirter, who had opened a fact checking agency in London. Sir Hugh interviewed the brothers and, impressed by their prodigious knowledge, commissioned the book. Later, he published the first Guinness World Records which became a best seller within months.
Population:
UK breeding:
38,000-59,000 pairs
UK wintering:
420,000 birds
Two male House hopper jumping spiders. These jumpers really can put on a show, more like a dance than fighting though its for real!
I’m at that stage of my life where I keep myself out of arguments. Even if you tell me 1+1=5 you’re absolutely correct, enjoy.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XGGWhOUYObc
@ Radio Ocho Tango Place
Pas plus d'un centimètre pour ce spécimen qui a quelques jours. Déjà tous les arguments et atouts pour faire vibrer et s'exalter un photographe e nature.
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No more than a centimeter for this specimen that is a few days old. Already all the arguments and assets to vibrate and exalt a photographer e nature.
Philip
Winter is drawing to end and spring is in the air!
In the avian world this means three things., breeding plumage., 'wooing' a partner., and conflict
The hormones are 'racing' and even when it comes to who sits where on the stick an argument is likely to occur
And it all makes for highly entertaining photography!!
A day at Speakers' Corner in Hyde Park, London. A place for free speach and argumentation.
These two were very passionate about their religious arguments, but it was a much friendlier discussion than what it seems.
Lots of photos of that day at: aleadamphotos.wordpress.com/2016/09/10/a-day-at-speakers-...
You broke my heart when you left me without explanation. We had started talking about house, baby, ...
I would have liked so much if we had had arguments, if we had no more desires for each other, if you had left me for another one. But nothing!
It took me months to understand that it was out of cowardice. Like blocking me on your phone to stop all dialogue.
I drowned my sorrows in alcohol and drugs. If my family and friends hadn't supported me, I wouldn't be here. And you weren't worth it!
Finally, we will not walk together until tomorrow! Our song ...
🎶 Louise Attaque - Si L'On Marchait Jusqu'A Demain (If We Walked Until Tomorrow)
A Chance Encounter..
Peaches.. The smell of peaches captured my attention..
It was unusual for such a crisp autumn day
Looking up from my usual coffee and paper morning routine to find its source..
I saw her.. she was young.. yet elegantly dressed with a sophisticated presence..
She was struggling with a huge great Dane.. which gave me a chuckle as he did not want to walk any further and he was clearly winning the argument.
She sat down and ordered ..I glanced back at my paper, but something about her demanded my attention..
A slight breeze blew by as she tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ears..
I grabbed my sketch book and tried to capture her in that moment..
I began to wonder.. let my mind drift and a story began to form.. surprising myself as many months had past without any.
Words.. began to flow it was difficult to keep up with..
I look up.. she had gone.. small sense of disappointment flashed across my mind.. but smiling knowing the story had just begun.
Perpetuity Sim
This morning I was late to the dining room, everybody from my party were already seated when I arrived. I was ushered to a table at the far end of the dining room. I asked to be seated with my party, but this was not possible, I had to sit at the allocated table. Foolishly I pressed my argument, then it dawned on me, I was in some Chinese version of Fawlty Towers and this woman was Manuel in drag. It was pointless to argue.
The toaster worked, they provided soup bowls for the toast, a novel innovation I thought. The bacon was real and the eggs almost speedy.
Outside the day was misty. We took a bus to a wharf on the Li River for a scenic cruise past some of the most spectacular mountain scenery in China. Jennifer, our guide, said the mist would add soft light to our photos, so we should not be despondent.
The plan was to cruise 3½ hours through impressive gorges and tranquil farming villages to the town of Yangshou. There we'd explore the cobblestone streets, experience the local life and do some bargain shopping in the colourful markets before returning to Guilin by road in the late afternoon. It all sounded too good to be true, and so it was.
This photo was taken a short time after we left Guilin, the mountains were spectacular, this landscape on a sunny day would have been amazing.
A lighthouse is a guidance for real, like in a building
For some reason lighthouses have always fascinated me
A guidance in your life is your intuition
As hard as it can be
As easy as it can be
It's always there
Whispering
We tend to listen more to our ego tho
Our ego always have the arguments, the solutions
Why to do things
How to do things
Definitely how and why not to do things
It's often the easy way-solutions or the more fun stuff to do
Your ego keeps on building up arguments why it's smart to follow the egos way
Be aware when you repeatedly think the same arguments over and over again
It's your ego talking, it never whispers
It's cool to know tho, now you can choose to listen if you want, either it's the ego or the intuition
I love knowing
Knowledge rules
I just have to add this little music for you, I love Pink Floyd, it totally rules :D
I haven't heard this one before.
Talking to a loved one today, while this one was playing in the background, totally made this music a lovely piece of art the rest of my day.
LECTURA ASOCIADA A LA PROFUNDIDAD DE CAMPO.
FOCO AL ALA.
1 PUNTO.
RESULTADO DEL VÍNCULO A LA TÉCNICA.
RESULTADO DE UN MEDIO PROFESIONAL.
VELOCIDAD DE OBTURADOR SEGURA.
EL DESENFOQUE SE ASOCIA A LA FOCAL,APERTURA Y LA DISTANCIA DE ENFOQUE AL MOTIVO.
LA LENTE POSEE 9 PALAS.
BUSCO DE FORMA SISTEMÁTICA FONDOS LIMPIOS.
ESTA ÚLTIMA AFIRMACIÓN ES CUESTIONABLE CUANDO NO TE AVALA NINGÚN ARGUMENTO.
TÉCNICA.
MATERIALIZAR EL DESTINO DEL INGENIERO AL FOTÓGRAFO.
FUNCIONAMIENTO DEL LENTE MACRO:
AMPLIACIÓN 1:1
EL MOTIVO QUE PROYECTA EL LENTE.
NO SUPERA EL TAMAÑO DEL CAPTOR.
SE REPRODUCE A TAMAÑO REAL.
SE LLENA TODO EL ESPACIO DEL CHIP.
EL PLANO FOCAL Y EL EXTREMO DEL LENTE DISTAN 30 CM.
ESTABILIZA 3 PASOS.
ES DE USO SENCILLO.
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.
-- Pedro Calderon de la Barca
[Larger provides further evidence]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhF34xLMOpY
"La VIBRATION de l' UNIVERS"
de SERGE - REIVER NAZARE .
vadeker.net/beyond/contact/lois_sur_les_extraterrestres.html
"LOIS et REGLEMENTS sur le CONTACT avec les EXTRATERRESTRES" ... aux USA .
"C' est dans l' air du temps que cette ""paranoïa anti-extraterrestre"" soit devenue mondiale . Il faudrait se méfier de tout contact avec un intelligence extraterrestre ou toutes formes de vie extraterrestre . Et, comme chacun le sait , nul n' est censé ignorer la Loi , même si c' est pour réglementer un contact avec un phénomène qui n' est pas censé exister , car il n' est pas officiellement reconnu , mais qui pourrait tout de même l' être si on ouvre grand les yeux .
Les Gouvernements jouent ainsi avec les contradictions et ils ne manquent pas d' imaginations ni d' arguments pour légiférer sur un contrôle de ceux qui seraient confrontés au phénomène ovnien . Nous retrouvons des Lois à géométrie variable parce qu'on ne sait jamais ce qui pourrait se passer dans la tête d' un terrien ...
Les Politiques en parlent , les Militaires les craignent , les Stratèges ne savent plus sur quel pied danser ...
Un bref aperçu pour avoir une idée du contexte culturel et idéologique dans lesquels émergent ces Lois ..."
(Motion Blur)
Thank you , my Friends , for your Visits ...
I heard a politician say in a news report earlier today that we may be more or less back to normal by the summer. I really really really hope he is correct but my brain simply can not compute that information. It just doesn't seem possible from where I am sitting today, reading the grim daily statistics and listening on the radio to the arguments, accusations, and political point scoring. But who knows, lets give that optimistic politician the benefit of the doubt and so I present a little bit of Summer Freedom. We all need some pink clouds in our lives.
The morning air was cool and fresh as my car pushed its way up the Tioga Pass Road toward the Yosemite High Country. It was May in the Eastern Sierra and the snowmelt had made little lakes out of what would be grassy meadows later in the year. I stopped for a bit to walk around one of the lakes… snapping pics and enjoying the quiet. It was a Delightful Day !!
A little further up the Tioga Pass Road lies Tuolumne Meadows, one of the largest high-elevation meadows in the Sierra Nevada, Tuolumne Meadows at 8,600 feet has been also among the most visible to past pioneers, and present visitors and scientists.
There’s a lot of argument about which stretch of the Pacific Crest Trail has the most breathtaking scenery, but for lovers of high-alpine landscapes, it’s tough to beat the stretch of trail through Yosemite’s Tuolumne Meadows, the largest subalpine meadow in the Sierra Nevada. This is stark, fragile, granite country. The beauty of this region's glacial-cut peaks, gem-like lakes, verdant meadows, and abundant wildlife make it a hiking paradise.
Note: The Pacific Crest National Scenic Trail (PCT) is a treasured pathway through some of the most outstanding scenic terrain in the United States. Beginning in southern California at the Mexican border, the PCT travels a total distance of 2,650 miles through California, Oregon, and Washington until reaching the Canadian border.
Nikon Z6, 14-24/2.8 @ 16.5 mm, 8 sec @ f/11, ISO 100, processed to taste)
Fortunately, I don't always have to go far to photograph birds. My sister lives just outside Utrecht in a divine location, where it flutters and croaks continuously. Every spring, more and more storks come to nest, and they regularly look down on us with satisfaction from the chimney as we sip a beer on the terrace. We regularly hear tawny owls (unfortunately the long-eared owls have not been sighted for a number of years), and there seem to be badgers that use the facilities of the local swimming pool every night without paying.
There is a very noisy heron colony. At the beginning of spring, the fight for the best nesting places begins, and later in the breeding season the young croak, squeak and burp for attention, because they need as much food as possible, preferably right away.
At the end of the breeding season there has been (I think) a change in the boys and girls behavior. They can now fly and they now stand in places outside the nest, often on branches, or like here on the ground, and it seems that they can no longer stand each other. They stand opposite each other for minutes, screeching and flapping their wings. I wonder if this was the prelude to the family breaking up, and whether they will now gradually go their own way. Who knows, can say so.
I've heard a lot of arguments about how movements should be separate because they might have different histories, have different goals, or different means of arising at these goals.
But all of those arguments ignore something extremely crucial that I don't want any one of you to miss: Some people don't have a choice. For some, the very notion of acceptance of their full existence is in jeopardy. How can we ask any human to give up a part of themselves or prioritize? Would we do that? We are the sum of many identities and all should be celebrated.
I also strongly believe that working together will accomplish a lot more. If you support LGBTQ rights, you should also absolutely support Black Lives Matter and vice versa. The oppression of the masses is controlled by a powerful few. It is their agenda to get different races and oppressed groups to fight against each other.
So, if you are saying, for instance: "Well, I support gender equality but I don't support Black Lives Matter" then you're wrong. Those two statements cannot exist in reality without a terrible combustion. We all must fight for this movement and put aside our own personal agendas that are poisoning our spirits.
If you do not stand with the oppressed, you do not stand with humanity.
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There's no argument that vintage tractors have personality, and as for this one, well, look at that face! This old boy was seriously happy to see me. Seen in Mayo, Ireland.
Despededia y cierre para el que fué, durante años, mi mercante favorito de la zona.Personal de la propia Renfe se defiende con argumentos como..."Esas decisiones las toma el ministerio..." Aunque me temo que habrá más razones detras ( las cuales a mi se me escapan...) para desviar tres trenes semanales cargados de bobina de papel finlandesa del puerto de Santurtzi a Azuqueca De Henares en varios camiones...Camiones, si, esos que contaminan tanto...Poco antes de esta, para mi, lamentable desaparición, la empresa consignataria Toro y Betolaza cambió de ubicacion en el puerto y montó unas nuevas instalaciones con dos vias de cargue, en el que habia que dividir el tren en dos y realizar bastantes maniobras por parte de Adif.Tendrá esto algo que ver? Sea como fuere, aquellos que quieren que seamos limpios y ecologicos nos dan ejemplos de mala gestión como éste.A pesar de todo, quedarán imagenes como ésta, de sus últimos años de circulación, ya con los vagones Hbis de ejes bastante maltrechos,como un grato recuerdo.Feliz semana para tod@s.
The Redshank (Tringa totanus) started the argument with the Wood Sandpiper (Tringa glareola) but it didn’t win !
Wader wars on Autumn migration on the Northumberland coast.
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* Paisaje típico de la Comarca Subbética desde la ventana de un cortijo andaluz en un extenso olivar. Término municipal de Cabra de Córdoba, (La Igabrum tartesso-romana). Centro geográfico de Andalucía.
* Esta fotografía fue tomada desde la misma ventana desde la que, en mis años juveniles, realicé la anterior 40 años antes (aquella de las granadas y membrillos). El paso del tiempo parece que deja las cosas casi iguales pero la pátina del implacable transcurrir de las horas hinca su mella tanto en los elementos físicos como en el recuerdo.
Se trata de esos pequeños detalles que hacen que nosotros seamos “…yo y mis circunstancias…” como argumentaba Ortega y Gasset, y como suelo añadir a mis alumnos “…más mis recuerdos…”, porque sin recuerdos no seriamos nadie.
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* Bueno traer en nuestra evocación poética la letra de una canción muy bella de Serrat: Para escuchar (To listen) www.youtube.com/watch?v=vo1ceeYqQsk
Pequeñas cosas
Uno se cree
que las mató el tiempo y la ausencia
pero su tren
vendió boleto
de ida y vuelta.
Son aquellas pequeñas cosas
que nos dejó un tiempo de rosas
en un rincón,
en un papel
o en un cajón.
Como un ladrón,
te acechan detrás
de la puerta;
te tienen tan
a su merced
como hojas muertas
que el viento arrastra allá o aquí,
que te sonríen tristes y
nos hacen que
lloremos cuando
nadie nos ve.
(JUAN MANUEL SERRAT. Del álbum musical “Mediterráneo”.)
Kreis Siegen-Wittgenstein
NRW
„...Flucht und Aufgabe oder Rückeroberung und Neubeginn... Verrückte Zeiten. Obwohl, nein, die Zeit selbst ist ja bei klarem Verstand. Egal, was wir tun, sie schreitet voran. Und die Natur folgt ihr. Egal, ob wir nun Schritt halten können oder nicht... Ich kann der sogenannten Vernunft nicht mehr folgen. Und muss es doch. Die Irrationalität der Schönheit des Todes. Die fragile Hülle unserer Selbstverständlichkeit... Das Licht zeichnet weich, was es an Härte zu sehen gibt. Und ich stehe hier, denke an so vieles und wünsche mir Leere in meinen Gedanken. Ich sehe das Grau der Asche und nicht das strahlende Weiß der Wahrheit oder die dunkle Schwärze der Lüge. Oder das, was ich selbst für Wahrheit und Lüge halte... Und somit werde ich selbst ein Teil des Problems. Je mehr ich auf mein Herz höre, um so mehr gehen mir die Argumente aus. Ich werde zu meiner eigenen Synkope, einem Konflikt zwischen Intention und Betonung... Wenn Märchen kein gutes Ende nehmen, liegt das dann am Erzähler oder an unserer Natur?“
There was an argument about Tuesday.
Rosalind thinks it is Coosday
Stumpy the tree thinks it is Tree-mendous Tuesday
As this picture proves, it's both.
Happy, Crappy Tuesday. In beautiful Glen Lonan
Un diverbio finito in battibecco (scatto non ottimale, solo foto documentiva) / An argument ended in a bickering (not optimal shot, only documentary photo)
When I were a lad there was a man with a horse and cart and the man used to stop in the street where I grew up shouting 'any old iron'. This old Iron escaped his attention and belonged to my gran. Judging by the weight of it this explains why gran had arms like steel girders and never lost an argument with grandad :-)
Canon PowerShot SX430 IS
f/3.5
1/30
4 mm
ISO 200
Dedicated to RHC (ILYWAMHASAM)
HCT 😄
This Eurasian Magpie was standing on the fence, with another one in the Poplar above it. They seemed to be having a conversation when, all of a sudden, this bird became quite agitated :)
This was one of those reflex shots. These two, what I think are Palm Warblers, suddenly flew out of a tree and had a second or two of arial argument. I’ve tried hard to identify the bird and have come up with our most common warbler, the Palm. But I invite you birders out there to correct me if I’ve mis-identified it. Thanks. (Setophaga palmarum) (Sony a1, 200-600 lens @ 362mm, f/6.3, 1/3200 second, ISO 1250)
Este estudio podría suponer un paso mayor en los argumentos de como, cuando y por que viene la consciencia y quien o que nos la otorga.
Nota:
Este artículo de fue tomado de su versión en inglés, publicado en: independent.co.uk
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