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See the Virgin Islands Set.
A late afternoon detail shot of a balcony, window sill, shutter and their shadows. It was taken at Bluebeard's Castle in Charlotte Amalie, St. Thomas, US Virgin Islands. The balcony reminded me of the one in Romeo and Juliet ;-)
Tara as Bluebeard's bride The customized Pullip Street. Her original blue wig was changed for "Bluebeard" session
See the Virgin Islands set.
A view of St. Thomas harbor looking west in early morning light. The shot was taken from the 4th floor of one of the villas at the Bluebeard's Castle Resort. Talk about depth of field. ;-)
Explore; December 21, 2016 #434
See the Virgin Islands set.
A view of the beautiful ironwork installed in the archway of the entrance of Bluebeard's Castle looking outward. The castle is located at the resort of the same name in Charlotte Amalie, St. Thomas, Virgin Islands. The clouds were a plus. ;-)
Boggart's Breakfast - one of the Morris teams that were performing at Shrewsbury Folk Festival last weekend.
Posted for Smile on Saturday theme Blue-tiful... and there are more in the first comment...
Blue-bearded bee-eater | Nyctyornis athertoni | Buxa Tiger Reserve | Mar'24 | Sony Gear | f 6.3 @ 1/640 | ISO 2500
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15/30 Blythe A Day
Oh Lady Lilja! Don't let curiosity get the better of you; I know you've got the key, but please DO NOT open that door!! Tragedy awaits all those who enter....
under the bay bridge and setting summer sun aboard a blue and gold fleet vessel - just off pier 30, south beach, san francisco, california
I think this is Calliphora vomitoria - the orange-bearded blue bottle.
it is Flyday!!
Cocteau Twins - Bluebeard
Tara and Raven. The wedding foto The customized Namu Wolf as lord Bluebeard and customized Pullip Street as Bluebird's bride. This shot was used to recreate background photo visible in the main scene
For Macro Monday's Once Upon a Time theme.
Much time has been wasted in finding something that worked this week.
The blue fairy orchid or blue beard, is the only species of the genus Pheladenia in the orchid family, and is endemic to Australia. Plants have usually blue flowers with relatively short, broad sepals and petals and an unusual labellum. One of its favoured habitats is on and around granite outcrops. Interestingly, granite outcrops with their small areas of very thin soil cover attract quite specialised flora. Shot against shade but I supplemented available light with an LED light.
It really is Santa, not the pirate BlueBeard!! I know because on the back of the bell it says Merry Christmas !!
ANSH scavenger18 Santa
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Coming to enchantment Bluebeard 1st August.
Excluvie - never to be sold again
Prize - Collect stamps from all the stores.
Comes in 5 colors to mix and match the over layer and the inside.
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latte art was something i could seldom find in Lawrence, and Hamilton? Forget it!
So Tacoma is answering some photography prayers for me. This place in particular, Bluebeard Coffee Roasters, makes me want to sing: www.youtube.com/watch?v=BrzzR-3PPqw
A temple to Athena Polias, the tutelary deity of the city, was erected between 570 and 550 BC. This Doric limestone building, from which many relics survive, is referred to as the Hekatompedon (Greek for "hundred–footed"), Ur-Parthenon (German for "original Parthenon" or "primitive Parthenon"), H–Architecture or Bluebeard temple, after the pedimental three-bodied man-serpent sculpture, whose beards were painted dark blue. Whether this temple replaced an older one, or just a sacred precinct or altar, is not known. Probably, the Hekatompedon was built where the Parthenon now stands.
7 Days of shooting
Week#21
Instruments
Geometry Sunday
An instrument I have a love-hate relationship with; my razor.
Jerry Nagano playing Stormy Weather on the Wurlitzer Organ in the lobby of the California Theater. Opening night for Opera San Jose's performance of Bluebeards Castle, by Bela Bartók. February 15, 2025
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The Acropolis’ flat top is the result of thousands of years of construction beginning as far back as the Bronze Age. Historians believe the Mycenaeans built a massive compound surrounded by a great wall (almost 15 feet thick and 20 feet high) on top of the Acropolis to house the local ruler and his household.
Years later, the Athenians built a Doric temple made of limestone, known as Bluebeard Temple, on the northeast side of the hill in honor of the goddess Athena in the sixth century B.C. It was named after a sculpture that adorned the building that depicted a man-serpent with three blue beards.
Another temple dedicated to the Athena was also erected in the same century, as was a shrine to Artemis Brauronia, the goddess of expectant mothers in Greek mythology.
During the Greek Dark Ages (800 B.C. to 480. B.C.), the Acropolis remained largely intact. Many religious festivals were held there, and the artifacts of the time reflected the grandeur of ancient Athens.
Around 490 B.C., the Athenians started building a majestic marble temple known as the Old Parthenon. By that time, the Bluebeard Temple had been demolished by the Persians.
In 480 B.C., the Persians attacked again and burned, leveled and looted the Old Parthenon and almost every other structure at the Acropolis. To prevent further losses, the Athenians buried the remaining sculptures inside natural caves and built two new fortifications, one of the rock’s north side and one on its south.
An older image from last year when I was exploring in South Carolina. I just got around to editing more of them. This was the same day I shot this image when there was a homeless man in the next room.
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I’ve woke up, turned on the computer, the music, Christmas lights, which are blinking in my attic with the big Russian stove all day long and all year, made pu’er, opened Flickr and Twitter and thought: funny thing. In this sort of inner exile, I feel myself more outside, than inside. I don’t get out much these days: just in the forest, skiing for hours in the headphones, with the camera and the bottle of wine or anything else by the mood (at that moment John in the speakers specified: “Whatever gets you through your life”), to the food store or the point for online orders. Just haven’t much to do outside. Not much of interesting concerts or exhibitions. Too much cycling through the snow to the only good local pub, "Bluebeard".
That’s why it’s so good, when my friends are drop in without warning. I have wonderful friends, as you can see. Including many of you, visiting me in spirit and helping me through my life and through these horrible times. Thank you, my wonderful friends!
I did have a candid of this guy but his smile is so lovely I've uploaded the one taken after he spotted me
See the Virgin Islands set.
A view of Charlotte Amalie harbor, St Thomas, Virgin Islands at sunset. The shot was taken looking west from one of the villas at the Bluebeard's Castle Resort.
this is a second Foto from the lost place shooting with Tom Jung in his costüme as King. The crown ist selfmade and the coat as well.
Blackberry Picking
Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot
Among others, red, green, hard as a knot.
You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet
Like thickened wine: summer's blood was in it
Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for
Picking. Then red ones inked up and that hunger
Sent us out with milk cans, pea tins, jam-pots
Where briars scratched and wet grass bleached our boots.
Round hayfields, cornfields and potato-drills
We trekked and picked until the cans were full
Until the tinkling bottom had been covered
With green ones, and on top big dark blobs burned
Like a plate of eyes. Our hands were peppered
With thorn pricks, our palms sticky as Bluebeard's.
We hoarded the fresh berries in the byre.
But when the bath was filled we found a fur,
A rat-grey fungus, glutting on our cache.
The juice was stinking too. Once off the bush
The fruit fermented, the sweet flesh would turn sour.
I always felt like crying. It wasn't fair
That all the lovely canfuls smelt of rot.
Each year I hoped they'd keep, knew they would not.
Seamus Heaney