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Here's the river's main flow, about mid-way down the dendritic structure of its catchment towards the sea. What would we do without the water cycle that sustains our lives?
But this isn't an altogether benign landscape. There was a long period of lead mining that's left a legacy of water pollution.
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Having sailed from Saint Petersburg after a 24 hour weather delay, the Baltic Sea was pleasantly calm and the weather equally benign, with the promise of a beautiful sunset.
Swirling waters in playful banter contrast sharply to brute force and dagger-like claws. Much as life itself, one can hardly distinguish the benign and good-natured from the shrewd and crafty, the two-faced scoundrel willing to risk friendship for fortune, substance for civility. Mutual understanding allows these bears to spar despite their offensive capabilities. Intentions are understood even before first contact. When the rank and file of humanity pierce the heart of alliance, it’s not considered personal, it’s business. To this I say, “bull!” #Brownbears #CoastalBrownBears
- My son recently had very major surgery -
The now completed biopsy
showed the tumor was
benign. I celebrate and give
humble thanks for the gift of
life..
Many thanks for your
patience while I was
occupied & concerned.
Blessings to you, my dear Flickr
friends.
~ Barb
Avevo già visto questo signore solitario altre volte sulla passeggiata di Nervi.
Non chiedeva la carità : suonava un grosso flauto di legno e il suono, melodioso, penetrante e un po' triste, pervadeva la passeggiata, fondendosi con le onde del mare.
Ho fatto solo due scatti molto veloci, per paura di essere sorpresa a fotografare e per questo le foto non sono al meglio.
La seconda volta si è accorto che lo riprendevo e mi ha lanciato un'occhiata non proprio benigna.
The eye
Milagre de Amor
Carlinhos Félix
Composição: Orlando Cesar e Joran
Você e eu, um milagre de amor
Linda união, que Deus abençoou
Você e eu,
Temos tanto em comum
Porque nós dois,
Em tudo somos um
Uma vida, um lar, um casal
Um caminho, uma só direção
Somos um, no amor e na fé
Um só corpo e um só coração
Cristo habita em você e em mim
Cristo nos ensinou amar assim,
Sempre assim
Juntos até o céu você e eu
Juntos andando na luz
Sempre seguindo a Jesus
Juntos na graça e no amor de Deus
Estou casada a 9 anos e parece que foi ontem.
Eu vou beijar muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuito. rs rs rs
*Meu primeiro coração chaveiro em feltro
1 Coríntios 13
1¶ Ainda que eu falasse as línguas dos homens e dos anjos, e não tivesse amor, seria como o metal que soa ou como o sino que tine.
2E ainda que tivesse o dom de profecia, e conhecesse todos os mistérios e toda a ciência, e ainda que tivesse toda a fé, de maneira tal que transportasse os montes, e não tivesse amor, nada seria.
3E ainda que distribuísse toda a minha fortuna para sustento dos pobres, e ainda que entregasse o meu corpo para ser queimado, e não tivesse amor, nada disso me aproveitaria.
4¶ O amor é sofredor, é benigno; o amor não é invejoso; o amor não trata com leviandade, não se ensoberbece.
5Não se porta com indecência, não busca os seus interesses, não se irrita, não suspeita mal;
6Não folga com a injustiça, mas folga com a verdade;
7Tudo sofre, tudo crê, tudo espera, tudo suporta.
8¶ O amor nunca falha; mas havendo profecias, serão aniquiladas; havendo línguas, cessarão; havendo ciência, desaparecerá;
9Porque, em parte, conhecemos, e em parte profetizamos;
10Mas, quando vier o que é perfeito, então o que o é em parte será aniquilado.
11Quando eu era menino, falava como menino, sentia como menino, discorria como menino, mas, logo que cheguei a ser homem, acabei com as coisas de menino.
12Porque agora vemos por espelho em enigma, mas então veremos face a face; agora conheço em parte, mas então conhecerei como também sou conhecido.
13Agora, pois, permanecem a fé, a esperança e o amor, estes três, mas o maior destes é o amor.
I was in Messina, Sicily, for a convention - Messina, the city of the Strait. The city of the two seas, the Tyrrhenian and the Ionian - not two whichever seas, but the very stuff of myths and epics. Scylla and Charybdis haunted these narrow, deep, perilous waters.
As you would expect, I had tried to leave my camera at home (it was work, after all...), but it nevertheless jumped into my backpack, along with my Samyang wide angle lens and my tripod. Unfortunately neither of them told the remote shutter, so it stayed safe and cozy within my gear bag at home. Oh my gosh! What was the use of having a tripod while lacking a remote shutter? I just hoped that enabling the Delay exposure Mode would be sufficient to compensate for my awkward finger actually pressing the shutter release button.
So I began my Sicilian days with just as many sunrise sessions. Wow.
The weather was consistently unstable - an ever changing sky enlivened by an endless turmoil of clouds (sometimes benign, sometimes threatening and ominous), sudden showers followed by warm sun, and then again. There was at first a peculiar ambiance - a stormy mood, I would say - an epic character reminiscent of remote ages, when the gods and Cyclops trod these lands and monsters haunted these waters. I could understand the sense of awe the ancient dwellers of these places felt while contemplating such views. I could feel the presence of the gods of old just before me. Just all around me.
My second Sicilian sunrise was kind of a bipolar one: gentle and serene, bathed in a soft light when looking Southeastwards, additionally sporting the elegant, graceful shape of the Amerigo Vespucci, the renowned training ship of the Italian Navy, in the distance. Photos of the nice side of that sunrise will come in due time.
However as soon as I turned my gaze directly Eastwards... Well, the rising day was dark and ominous, and the heavy clouds looming over the strait and the rugged coastline of Calabria were pierced by a fiery glow - the glaring eye of an angry Cyclops. The Cyclopes (= Circle-eyed) were giant one-eyed creatures from Greek mythology, especially associated with Sicily and the nearby Aeolian Islands.
According to Hesiod's Theogony the three primeval cyclopes were the second brood of Uranus and Gaia - after the Titans and before the monstrous Hecatoncheires (= Hundred-Handers, also called the Centimanes). Troublemakers all the way from such parents, apparently! ;-) Anyway, eventually the Titan Cronus castrated his own father Uranus - a brilliant idea, considering the deteriorating quality of his offspring - and overcame him as the ruler of the cosmos, officially solving the issue - for a while, at least, before being overthrown himself by the Olympian gods.
There are many different traditions and myths about the Cyclopes, none of them flattering in the least: wild, solitaries, lawless, gross, rough, irascible, proud, violent, and ignorant of navigation, agriculture, and many other arts the gods had gifted the humans with. Homer's Odyssey features Polyphemus as the mightiest of the Cyclopes, and I expect that he is the best known individual among his most infamous progeny.
So, I was standing in awe before that incredible sunrise, as the glaring eye of the fierce Cyclops was inspecting the lands that were his in ages past, claiming them again. All I could do in such a situation was to make myself small and smaller and, hopefully, pass unnoticed while capturing the wild, powerful beauty of the Sunrise of the Cyclops' Eye.
Explored on 2022/11/10 nr. 45
I have processed this picture by blending an exposure bracketing [-2.0/-1.0/0/+1.0/+2.0 EV] by luminosity masks with the Gimp (EXIF data, as usual, refer to the "normal" exposure shot).
Along the journey - post-processing always is a journey of discovery to me - I tried the inverted RGB blue channel technique described by Boris Hajdukovic to give a slight tonal boost to several parts of the scene. As usual, I gave the finishing touches with Nik Color Efex Pro 4.
Raw files processed with Darktable.
Some yellowlegs have taken up temporary residence in the mud dug up along an ATV trail, so I guess compared to noisy machines I'm a benign presence that they can pretty much ignore.
Which presents an unfamiliar challege, the birds often come too close - making it difficult to keep them in the frame. Tricky - but no complaints!
There’s a lot of interesting wildlife here. We shared our balcony with much of it at times. Marauding wasps in the morning, unusually benign mosquitoes in the evening (I was covered in bites but none of them itched), and a mildly disturbing jumping spider called Stuart, who occasionally popped up right beside me, disturbing the morning coffee at unexpected moments. Further afield we met hedgehogs wandering across moonlit roads and beautiful green lizards that basked on warm surfaces in the afternoon sun. We even met a praying mantis called Penelope one day. I’d never seen one before - she was quite a size too. With the underwater camera I photographed all manner of sea creatures, including an Octopus called Ollie, who clung to a rock and pretended he wasn’t there. If my mask hadn’t slipped and filled with seawater at the wrong moment, I’d have got a shot of him on the move, but by the time I’d sorted out the problem, he’d settled on the rock, where he held on steadfastly until after I’d given up waiting for him to move. One afternoon at Kalamaki I met two very grumpy looking fish named Statler and Waldorf, sitting on the sea bed just a few yards away from the beach. Later I found out what they were. Weever Fish usually bury themselves in the sand, and waste no time in delivering a very nasty sting if you accidentally tread on one. A good job nobody did then. It pays to wear something on your feet when you’re swimming from a sandy beach. Fin socks, not your Converse running shoes or your Doc Martens that is.
Most memorable of all was the encounter with Lavinia the Loggerhead Turtle at Agios Sostis. Admittedly it felt slightly staged, a local fisherman throwing tidbits from his boat as a small and impromptu crowd gathered on the quayside, but there was no denying that it was a fully grown turtle in the sea instead of an aquarium. After a while, the man held out a net for tips. We hardly ever use cash, and when we shrugged and showed our empty pockets, he shrugged in return and brought the show to a close. But we’d seen a turtle, and we really hadn’t expected to in the middle of October.
Zakynthos is a turtle magnet you see, and the authorities are quite protective of their aquatic visitors, who arrive each summer in their thousands to lay their eggs on the beaches before returning to the other side of the Atlantic Ocean. It seems that Lavinia has struck up an unlikely and mutually beneficial partnership with the local fishing community. But for all the others there is the endless cycle of back and forth between these south European beaches and the beds of seagrass in the Caribbean thousands of miles away. In October the eggs hatch and the lucky few baby turtles that make it join the migration route. Here, they get a helping hand. Areas at the back of some of the beaches have been roped off as no go zones for us humans, and nests are marked by small wooden frames that gradually dwindle in number as the hatchlings emerge each night and make their bid for the open sea. Volunteers help to steward their progress across the sand, and rather crucially here at Gerakas, visitors are banished from the beach a little before sunset each day.
And while that is of course a very good thing, it does present a problem. West facing beaches are at a premium on the island, and lying along a small peninsula at its southern tip, Gerakas is the only one that really offers us photographers an opportunity to shoot an epic watery sunset. I’d pored over the online map at great length, which suggested the existence of a path along the top of it to the jagged white pinnacles of Jason’s Bite, presumably named for a leading argonaut. But I still suspected that getting a sunset shot wouldn’t be entirely straightforward, and on arrival I quickly learned what I’d feared - the path was closed off, most probably because of cliff erosion. Nobody wanted several tonnes of rock landing on those turtle nests after all. There was a path in the opposite direction, but stray too far along it and compositions would quickly be truncated by the cliffs to the right hand side. Maybe I could take my shots from the viewpoint at the top of the paths down to the beach itself then.
On our first visit, we were indeed instructed to leave half an hour before sunset by a lady in a green tee shirt. Racing up to the viewing platform only found me among a group of Selfiegrammers all jostling for a gawp at the orange orb disappearing over the other side of the island across the bay, and so I continued towards the path we’d seen earlier. At the first place where the scrub gave way to a view sat a couple with a bottle of wine, and so with increasing frustration I carried on, hoping to find a vacant spot that might work. Just in time, and moments before the view became unusable, I did. After sunset, we walked back to the viewing platform at the top of the beach to discover that we’d have been ejected from there too if we’d lingered. A good job nobody had cordoned off that cliff path as well - I’d have been very grumpy if I’d missed this.
Taken at Snapper Point, NSW, Australia.
There are some amazing rock formations here which show the amazing power of water and wind to erode and shape rock over a long period of time. This place also has a reputation for being very hazardous for rock fishing as a number of fishermen have sadly drowned here. Fortunately the conditions were quite benign for my time there.
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Another from my break down in Pembrokeshire last week. This shot was captured on the shoreline at Little Haven.
The tide was quite benign, but a few nice swells would come in from time-to-time, being in the right place when they did was a little more challenging though. They almost felt like they were doing their utmost to look better elsewhere. Patience and belief that they would come good where I needed them was paramount.
No Christmas market in Mainz at our cathedral this year - but it's a beautiful place nevertheless!
Best wishes everyone, stay warm, safe, healthy and happy with your loved ones!
I hope to be more active on Flickr once again in the New Year - which is hopefully more benign than 2020.
Miento por diversión, entretengo con mis mentiras, con mi visión exagerada de la realidad: es imaginación, fantasía. Engañar es otra cosa. Ni mis personajes ni yo engañamos, más bien somos engañados
Alfredo Bryce Echenique
Martín pescador común. Alcedo atthis.
Samartín. Verderrios en la lengua madre
Este pájaro perteneciente al orden de las Coraciiformes, família Alcedinidae (de la que éste es su único representante en nuestro país) y género Alcedo, está íntimamente ligado al mítico alción que era un pájaro que nidifica en el mar. Se creía que los dioses calmaban las olas cuando estos estaban incubando. Días de calma que eran conocidos como "los días del alción".
Ovidio en sus Metamorfosis, relata este mito y añade que cuando Alcíone construía su nido para poner sus huevos “durante unos días plácidos del invierno” su padre Eolo, dios de los vientos,los apaciguaba y calmaba las olas.
“Días del alción”, es por lo tanto los siete días antes y siete días después del solsticio de invierno, caracterizados por un tiempo benigno Aunque esta expresión no es demasiado común en español, en inglés "halcyon days" se usa para referirse a un tiempo de paz y felicidad,que se contempla con nostalgia.
The common kingfisher (Alcedo atthis) also known as Eurasian kingfisher, or river kingfisher, is a small kingfisher with seven subspecies recognized within its wide distribution across Eurasia and North Africa. It is resident in much of its range, but migrates from areas where rivers freeze in winter.
So soft and beautiful looking - even the benign grin is a lie. I think he's contemplating how to outsmart us and get back into the house!
Qué triste es vivir colgado
pendiendo de una pared
y sujetando balcones
para que allí mire Vd.
La cara se desencaja
y el dolor es tan intenso
que los ojos ya no lloran,
sólo quedan unos huecos
donde guardar la tristeza
de ser un rostro colgado
que aguarda fiel y paciente
su generosa mirada
y su benigna opinión.
Un giro nel quartiere di San Benigno a Genova cercando la migliore composizione e punto di vista "diverso" dal solito. In questo scatto edificio si incrociano e giocano con le loro simmetrie e prospettive.
Part II of "Blowing Snow" - and I think I'll move on to something different tomorrow. This image - and yesterday's - adequately conveys the look and feel of that day, when a relentless wind blew snow through the prairie dog town. In its harshest version, this land doesn't look habitable; I think the prairie dogs would agree. Not a creature was stirring that day. Only me. And I made this shot from the rolling red Toyota blind, on the leeward side: this stuff was blowing away from me, not toward me.
As I mentioned yesterday, this isn't film grain or digital noise; it's billions of snow granules, being hurled by the wind, about a foot off the ground. We see this every winter, but it was especially dramatic that day. Unfit for man and beast alike.
In retrospect, I'm glad I made the effort to salvage something interesting from a brutal day when my favourite park turned into a lunar landscape for five or six hours. In another three months it will be benign, green, alive with fresh grasses and flowers and chirping birds. Hard to believe.
Photographed in Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2022 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
The Khajuraho temple complex is a series of beautifully built and decorated buildings in Madhya Pradesh. Of the 85 temples originally built by the Chandela dynasty between 900 AD and 1130 AD, only 25 remain. Khajuraho has been designated as UNESCO World Heritage site and is highly worthy of tourist attentions. Yet what really sets Khajuraho apart from other temples is the numerous erotic carvings, both inside and outside the temple, that depict men, women, and even animals engaging in lovemaking, orgies, and bestiality under the benign smiles of divinities !!!!
Wasting my time
Does it matter? It matters
I'm also benign
Does it matter? It matters
I want to be free
Does it matter? It matters
Walking a line
Does it matter?
It matters to me
the water was moving slowly just downstream from McCutcheon's Falls, near Vankoughnet Ontario... froth traced out the swirled pattern
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Pastor que contigo llevas
tus ovejas a pastar
allá donde tú encuentras
alimento y bienestar.
Ya quisiera yo encontrar
tan benigno pastoreo
y no lo que cada día veo,
que ya me empieza a hartar
el no poder exportar
de mi lista de impuestos
tanto lobo entre el rebaño
que sólo buscan engaño
para así poder sacar
tajada de la majada
e ir diezmando el rebaño.
¿Es que no quedan pastores
que vivan con el rebaño
y sepan cuidar, como a ellos,
cada oveja del redil?
This street in Rimini is named after Federico Fellini's final film, The Voice of the Moon.
This film was largely ignored upon its release, & I heard it wasn't very good, but I liked it a lot when I finally saw it. I think it is very underrated.
Taken in 2017.
Nikon F4. Kodak Ektar 100 35mm C41 film.
Cute sign... once upon a time, the English teacher in me would have rebelled. I must be becoming a benign bear. A bit.
Cromer Pier captured during my second ever trip to Norfolk a month or so ago. This image was captured mid-afternoon and in somewhat benign conditions.
Fortunately there was a little wave action and some wind to work with hence an attempt to create a more arty take on one of Cromer’s more popular tourist attractions.
Being on the edge of the Himalaya, ominous clouds were a common sight. Typically, the mountains fuel the over-development, and the front ridge remains fairly benign due to the attenuating effect of the air drawn in from the flatlands, but on this day even the front ridge saw its share of the action.
Storm clouds dismiss their reliance on the sun's heating of the ground to fuel them with thermic energy in favour of a convective feedback loop, whereby heat from the air drawn into the clouds provides energy for them to draw yet more air from underneath them, fuelling the process yet further: cloud suck.
As free-aviators, we actively seek out air that has risen from ground heated by the sun; these thermals carry us up at relatively gentle rates, rarely in excess of 20kmh, but cloud-suck, especially once in a cloud, can exceed 100kmh. In this shot, I'm around 10km from the storm, in this case a probable safe distance, however there are at least four wings in this shot, just a little closer to the force of nature than I.
We made our first visit to the sea stacks at Mangersta on the Saturday (day 2) but were thwarted by some awful and potentially dangerous weather conditions. Although the strong winds were blowing on-shore rather than forcing us off the tops, the horizontal rain and sea-spray blowing up the 150-200ft cliffs made photography impossible. We therefore reluctantly decided to return the following day after a few hours on Harris. It was later in the afternoon when we arrived and the lowering sun was casting some lovely, warm light onto the very impressive stacks. We were disappointed that the sea was far more benign than the previous day but I for one was far happier perched on the cliff edge without the wind!
The collection of sinister-looking islets, rocks, reefs and sundry hazards to navigation known as The Needles. Maatsuyker Island, South Coast, Tasmania.
Fairly benign day when this was made but it's worth looking at a map of the relationship between the southern end of Tasmania and the Great Southern Ocean.
It gets mean here. Really, really mean. The lighthouse weather station up on Maatsuyker regularly records winds in excess of 160kph. The seas here make up extremely quickly, huge swells follow and there are few places to hide.
That said, on a lovely day there's no place better!
From the film archive circa 1990.
Nikon F3HP, Nikkor 35-70 f/3.5-4.5 AIS, probably around 1000th sec at f/16 on Kodak Gold 400. ~35mm.
La dimora venne costruita nel 1879 per iniziativa dell'imprenditore Cristoforo Benigno Crespi, esponente di spicco della famiglia Crespi, operante con successo nel settore tessile, il quale volle utilizzarla come residenza estiva.
Architetto: Angelo Colla.
La villa, in stile moresco, trae ispirazione dagli edifici dei paesi mediorientali.
it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Villa_Crespi_(Orta_San_Giulio)
La terra è benigna, mite, indulgente, ed alle richiedenze dei mortali serva continua; quante cose, costretta, produce, quante altre spontaneamente distrugge, quanti profumi, sapori, succhi, sensi, e colori ci offre! Con quanta onestà ci rende i tesori che a lei affidiamo! Quante cose per utile nostro essa alimenta.
(Gaio Plinio Secondo)
L'unica maniera per realizzare i nostri sogni è svegliarsi...
Roberto Benigni
Nasceva a Castiglion il 27 ottobre 1952
In una strada di Cuneo
Piemonte
O! Ocean, seat of gems so precious
And riches not yet measured.
What treasures you keep, for whom?
From where have you acquired so much
You are a vast expanse like the sky,
Limitless, impregnable and fierce
But yet, though boiling aqua today
Where you not vapour yesterday
And ice benumbing tomorrow be ?
You are the source and means of life,
Benign mother of the protoplasm.
Rich in food rare and costly, nay
Everything big, small useful or not
Is in your stock, in that womb,
Unbounded, held under your sway
In contradiction to the laws of nature.
Why ? you are nature itself.
Is there one to enforce law on you ?
Wonderful are your ways O! Ocean.
At times calm and composed you remain,
At times you ebb and sweep like a train;
Now you roar like a lion,
Now you lisp like a lamb too nice;
Playing still the music of the waves.
Though in that inner heart is eternal peace
To me you are the dark blue ocean
To your frost white, but no colour you own.
An embodiment you are
Of bounteousness and generosity.
As the Lord supreme and mighty,
It is the cool refreshing air, I know
Your life breath itself, you give,
That sustains life in the universe,
What to speak of your salinity,
That enlivens the entire living world
And savours the dishes of the poor and rich alike
- Anuj Nair
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More Topaz distortion of a nice benign summer day in Ireland
Textures by Pareeerica and Annakika. Thank you ;-)
216 Giant Faces of the Buddha or perhaps of the 12th/13th c. CE King of Angkor Thom, Jayavarman VII, looked down on me benignly as I lounged a bit on a rather scraggly lawn to catch my breath after the morning's incredibilities. The inset is of a three-some of those sculpted faces gracing the Bayon.
Grasses are lowly plants, but Desmostachya bipinnata, Dharba or Kusha, is sacred to Buddhism. Legend has it that in prehistorical times hairs from the shell of the World Turtle washed up on the shore and were transformed into that grass. Woven together the cushion served the Buddha and hence its sacrality.
No, the grass of my resting place in the photo is not Dharba. But the beautiful purple stamens remind of Buddhist Mysticism and the virtues of the Buddha. In this context, the Purple Lotus is particularly significant.
The dew drops demonstrate that I was here early in the morning...; there's a connection to the Grass Story, too, but I've forgotten what exactly.
A little too unafraid of me, perhaps, living on a little-visited island. I have never gotten so close to one. But only benign intentions on my part, so all was good.
Zenaida macroura
Mount's Bay is a large, sweeping bay on the English Channel coast of Cornwall, stretching from the Lizard Point to Gwennap Head. In the north of the bay, near Marazion, is St Michael's Mount, the origin of the name of the bay. Though it looks to summer visitors like a large, benign, scenic, natural harbour, in an onshore winter gale it presents a great danger to shipping and a "maritime trap", especially for sailing ships. There are more than 150 known wrecks from the nineteenth century in the area.
St Michael's Mount, is the most famous of Cornwall's landmarks. Originally the site of a Benedictine Chapel, the spectacular castle on the rock dates from the 14th Century when Guy St. Aubin made it his home. The St Aubyn family created a stunning garden with pathways that wind their way up to the main entrance of the castle through carefully planted slopes that feature many sub-tropical species.
In 1954, Francis St Aubyn, 3rd Lord St Levan, gave a large part of the island to the National Trust, under a unique arrangement whereby the family have a 999-year lease to live in the castle and a licence to operate the visitor business.
In 2003, James and Mary St Aubyn moved to the castle with their four children. They, in their turn, became Lord and Lady St Levan in 2013 and still live on the island today.
E' la E652-012 la titolare di questa tradottina di vuoti da Trofarello a Cuneo del Sabato mattina. Questa volta l'ho ripresa dal famoso cavalcavia della Michelin di Cuneo utilizzato da molti e mai considerato dal sottoscritto. Devo dire che in effetti il punto è ottimo!
San Benigno di Cuneo, 17/12/2016
Foto: Flavio Tecco
Or maybe Second breakfast, or Elevenese perhaps. Hard to tell with Hummingbirds as they seemingly always to be busy with food.
In the Garden of Benign Neglect.
Verzuolandia Reloaded:
Dopo aver fotografato il treno Savona-Cuneo a Fossano e San Benigno, spunta l'idea di fotografarlo nel suo proseguimento per verzuolo dal cavalcavia di Busca, idea coronata da una splendida D445.1019 nelle caldi luci di fine settembre.
Autumn is a very deceptive season. It starts off in a benign way. Leaves begin to turn color, but still cling to the branches. The mood is kind of pumpkiny, soft, an autumn harvest sort of feel. But all of this is so fleeting. The descent phase kicks into high gear at the end of October and runs rampant through the end of November. Leaves begin to lose color and quickly thin and fall. Temperatures become much harsher. The killing frost descends. Soon snow and ice return amid a sea of bare tree limbs. Very quickly the last of the color leaches out of the environment. It's like a mean old man who gets meaner every time you see him. The rapid downward spiral is truly remarkable. No other month seems to bring about such a rapid transformation to our local climate. This period is so fleeting I try not to miss a single opportunity to experience it. One of my annual rites of autumn for the past several years has been a return to this crumbling old building. It first caught my eye one autumn day when the summer foliage had died back enough to reveal it. Although scarcely six feet from the side of the road, it is completely cloaked all summer long. Even though I know right where to look I still cannot see it. By late October, it remerges into view, a bit worse for the wear. Each year I think this will be the last photo, yet it still manages to remain upright. I try to time my arrival with the 'kinder-gentler' phase of autumn. My visit this year revealed a shocking state of decay. The old garage is clearly in the autumn of its lifespan. The juxtaposition of collapse framed against the autumnal hues provided the perfect visual metaphor.
A painterly quality to the scene as first sunlight exerts its influence.
Taken last week, the benign-looking conditions belie what was the coldest hilltop I've felt for a while (all winter!). Multi-layers topped off with a thick down jacket failed to keep matters bearable, as I stood, motionless, awaiting sunrise.
Tussling with that scything northerly blast provided the usual problems with maintaining image stability whilst finding the optimum aperture/shutter speed/iso combination. Even the use of my heavier tripod barely improved the situation. There are times when you wonder whether it's worth the bother.
Ô mort, nous te rendons grâces des lumières que tu répands sur notre ignorance : toi seule nous convaincs de notre bassesse, toi seule nous fais connaître notre dignité : si l' homme s' estime trop, tu sais déprimer son orgueil ; si l' homme se méprise trop, tu sais relever son courage ; et, pour réduire toutes ses pensées à un juste tempérament, tu lui apprends ces deux vérités, qui lui ouvrent les yeux pour se bien connaître : qu' il est méprisable en tant qu' il passe, et infiniment estimable en tant qu' il aboutit à l' éternité.
Jacques Bénigne BOSSUET
Ya se escuchan volando a gran altura cuando atraviesan mi ciudad camino del norte. Es posible que lo benigno del clima precipite su regreso.
La foto está tomada a comienzos de diciembre en Gallocanta. Traté de reducir la velocidad cerrando diafragma para buscar ese puntito de movimiento en las alas. 1/40 es todo lo que conseguí, pues la luz era todavía abundante. Me gusta el resultado.
He elegido esta toma por esa diagonal y he recortado la foto a formato 16:9, que creo que le va bien.
Le grand-orgue de Saint-Bénigne
Les premiers orgues de l'église se trouvaient sur le jubé. En 1740, les moines bénédictins décident d'installer un orgue dans la nef ; ils firent donc construire une tribune (on en voit la partie supérieure dans la photo ci-dessus : un bas-relief du roi David jouant de la harpe à gauche, sainte Cécile à droite). Simultanément, la construction de l'orgue est confiée, en 1740, au facteur Karl-Joseph Riepp (1710-1775) et à son frère Rupert. Le tout sera mis en valeur par un somptueux buffet commandé aux menuisiers et sculpteurs dijonnais Edme et Guillaume Marlet. Les cariatides (ou atlantes), les panneaux ornés d'attributs musicaux, les angelots qui dansent, les anges qui soufflent dans les trompettes, associés à des dimensions plus que respectables donnent à ce meuble en chêne, de style Louis XV, une stature et une vigueur que l'on voit rarement dans une église. À sa création, c'était l'instrument le plus imposant que l'on pouvait admirer en province.
En 1788, les goûts musicaux avaient changé. On modifia donc l'orgue. La tâche fut confiée à Jean Richard de Troyes. Vint la Révolution et ses exigences ubuesques :
les patriotes de la section de Saint-Philibert exigèrent le métal de l'instrument (sans doute pour le fondre). Dominique Parin, titulaire de l'instrument, réussit à le sauver en s'engageant à jouer des airs patriotiques pour le peuple.
La tourmente une fois passée, c'est en 1846-47 qu'eut lieu la première restauration du XIXe siècle. L'orgue est transformé en instrument romantique. En 1860, avec Joseph Merklin, l'aspect symphonique est accentué. Enfin, en 1953, c'est la maison Roethinger de Strasbourg qui harmonise le grand-orgue de Saint-Bénigne dans le style néo-classique. Marcel Dupré inaugure le nouvel instrument en 1955. En 1987, une nouvelle reconstruction de l'orgue est confiée au facteur allemand Gerhard Schmid de Kaufbeuren. Il aura désormais 6000 tuyaux, 73 jeux et cinq claviers. L'inauguration a lieu en mars 1996.
Si vous n'avez pas l'habitude d'entrer dans une église, faites une exception pour Saint-Bénigne à Dijon, rien que pour admirer cet orgue imposant.
Source : «Cathédrale Saint-Bénigne de Dijon» édité par la paroisse Saint-Bénigne.
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The great organ of Saint-Bénigne
The first church organs were on the rood screen. In 1740 the Benedictine monks decided to install an organ in the nave; therefore they did build a platform (we see the top in the picture above: a bas-relief of King David playing the harp left, St. Cecilia right). Simultaneously, the construction of the organ is entrusted in 1740 to the factor Riepp Karl-Joseph (1710-1775) and his brother Rupert. This will be enhanced by a sumptuous buffet commanded the carpenters and sculptors Edme and William Marlet. The caryatids (or Atlantis), panels decorated with musical attributes, dancing cherubs, angels blowing trumpets in, associated with more than respectable dimensions give this oak cabinet, Louis XV style, stature and a force that is rarely seen in a church. At its inception, it was the largest instrument that could be seen in the provinces.
In 1788 musical tastes had changed. So we changed the organ. The task was entrusted to Jean Richard de Troyes. Then came the Revolution and its grotesque requirements:
Patriots section of Saint-Philibert demanded the metal of the instrument (probably to melt). Dominique Parin, instrument holder, managed to save it by committing to play patriotic songs for the people.
Once the storm passed, from 1846 to 1847 took place the first restoration of the nineteenth century. The organ is transformed into romantic instrument. In 1860, with Joseph Merklin, symphonic aspect is accentuated. Finally, in 1953, it is the house of Strasbourg Roethinger harmonizing the great organ of Saint-Bénigne in the neoclassical style. Marcel Dupré inaugurated the new instrument in 1955. In 1987, a new reconstruction of the organ is assigned to the German Gerhard Schmid factor of Kaufbeuren. He will now have 6,000 pipes, 73 games and five keyboards. The inauguration took place in March 1996.
If you do not have the habit of entering a church, made an exception for Saint-Bénigne in Dijon, just to admire this impressive organ.
From: "Cathédrale Saint-Bénigne de Dijon" published by the Saint-Bénigne church.
Translated from:
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