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Camping & Vacation Sim Orchard Heights - Family Friendly, In
Camping and vacation sim with many activities such as 7Seas fishing, swimming, hikes, tube rides, balloon rides and more. Part
Campo di grano di giorno, di notte regno di lucciole impazzite.
Si alternano le stagioni, adesso la vegetazione avanza.
Corriera che plana tra sponde di erba alta, verde in feedback.
Sei proprio tu che pedali leggera lungo il viale alberato?
Distese di granturco, zolle di terra arida.
Girasoli. Simpatia per i girasoli.
Fienile trafitto da raggi di sole che scolpiscono le pareti umide.
Fienile trasformato in laboratorio di nome terrea.
Annaffiare, dare da mangiare al gatto affamato.
Questo gatto ha qualcosa che non posso spiegare.
Televisione in bianco e nero che capta solo raiuno,
proprio come da bambino all'inizio degli anni settanta.
Da qualche parte fuori da questa galassia un'altra casa come questa
un altro Marco Ortolani Kuemmel al centro del prato, solo un piccolo punto nel verde in feedback.
Lo stesso prato, le stesse lucciole impazzite, forse un pianeta uguale a questo.
Ma se mi allontano nello spazio la casa si fa piccola, viene fagocitata dal bosco intorno.
Supernova. Asteroidi.
La stessa notte stellata, solo un debole segnale che pulsa.
Segnale che attraversa un oceano lungo anni luce e che diviene sempre più esile.
Alla fine il silenzio è talmente assordante che è solo un feedback.
Il paese è piccolo, la piazza al centro, e sembra una piazza messicana.
Cerco una strada che non esiste su nessuno stradario.
Infatti non la trovo; cerco, chiedo, ma è tutto vano perchè non la trovo.
Adesso che ci penso mi sembra così strano che tu sia venuta a vivere proprio qui.
Così mi convinco che sia solo uno stupido errore della compagnia telefonica,
oppure uno dei perfidi scherzi di Sartorius.
E quando infatti il giorno dopo riapro l'elenco in cerca di conferme
il tuo nome è come svanito e non lo trovo più.
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Another one of the shots from our camping trip to watch the Lyrids meteor shower. No shooting stars in this one though,,,just some good times around the campfire.
Norfolk Southern's "Honoring our Veterans" SD60E NS 6920 leads train 203 west past the old Reading Railroad passenger station for Camp Hill, PA.
DiB 03/30/2105
When Paul & Andre told me that we were going to stay at the "Bush Camp", I was thinking of some very rudimentary accommodation, and what was not my surprise when I saw those 5-stars facilities!
5 exposures handheld HDR tonemapped with Dynamic Photo HDR. Blended back the +1EV exposure for the foreground and did some color correction.
Please check Paul's (panorama_paul) and André's (andreinafrica) photostreams for more great shots of that fantastic 2-days outing in the bush!
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Here’s another Vertorama from a couple of weeks ago… taken shortly after sunset... at Camps Bay beach.
Although I’m not a big fan of these of long-exposure, silky-water type shots… I must say that I really like the light on the top of that flat stone in the foreground and on the two big rocks on the left and right. And of course… who wouldn’t like this sky full of deliciously pinky clouds!?
Here’s something new that I’m going to try out… with nearly 1,400 Flickr contacts, I see a lot of photographs every day! Of course not all my contacts post a photo every day… some only post one a week or month… and some haven’t posted anything for several months. But it’s safe to say that I view at least 350 photos per day! Of course, I don’t comment on all of them (even if I wanted to, I could never find the time to do that)… but I do view a heck of a lot of images every day. While most of these images are of average quality… there are always a couple that blow me away! So… from today I’d like to start including a link to my own personal favorite shot of the day… the one image that really made me sit up and take notice… the kind of image that I aspire to shoot and include in my own portfolio. The first image that I’d like to show you (if you haven’t already seen it) is this one by the very talented Philipp Klinger!
Nikon D300, Sigma 10-20 at 10mm, an aperture of f16 and a 2 second exposure.
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L'amico è il vostro bisogno corrisposto. È il campo che seminate con amore e mietete rendendo grazie. È la vostra mensa e il vostro focolare; perché a lui giungete affamati e in cerca di pace. Quando l'amico vi dice quel che pensa, non abbiate timore di dire il no, o il sì, che sono nella vostra mente. E quand'è silenzioso, il vostro cuore non cessi di ascoltare il suo cuore; giacché nell'amicizia, senza parlare, tutti i pensieri e desideri e aspettative nascono e vengono condivisi con gioia non acclamata. Quando lasciate l'amico non rattristatevi; perché ciò che di più amate in lui può sembrarvi più chiaro durante la sua assenza, come la montagna allo scalatore appare più nitida dal piano. E fate che nell'amicizia non vi sia altro fine, se non l'approfondimento dello spirito. E che il meglio di voi sia per l'amico vostro. S'egli deve conoscere il riflusso della vostra marea, fate che ne conosca pure il flusso. Poiché che amico è mai il vostro che lo dobbiate cercare nelle ore d'ammazzare? Cercatelo sempre nelle ore da vivere. Giacché è il suo bisogno a colmare il vostro bisogno, ma non il vostro vuoto. E nella dolcezza dell'amicizia fate che vi siano risate e piaceri condivisi. Perché è nella rugiada delle piccole cose che il cuore trova il suo mattino e si ristora.
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Camps Bay is part of Cape Town. Its sort of behind the more traditional view of Table Mountain. The bay is shaped such that the dramatic waves produced a few metres from the shore collapse into calmness in front of you.
Phale is a small village in the Kanchenjunga Conservation Area. It is inhabited by Tibetan refuges - hence some of the decorations you can see. We stayed there for a night and our yellow tents added a bit of colour to this landscape.
Looking out over the city of Courtney from My Becher in Strathcona Provincial park on Vancouver Island as a full moon rises.
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"Ed's Camp is another roadside attraction that harkens back to the early days of Route 66. Ed originally came to the area as a miner in 1917 and it didn't take him long to realize that the real gold could be found catering to the needs of Route 66 travelers than slaving away in the mines. He established his camp around 1919 and business was so good he never got around to building a proper building, he just threw up a roof to provide some measure of protection from the hot desert sun. he put up the kactus kafe, a gas station, a "bathroom of sorts, and a few cabins. He also established sort of a campground and the remnants can be clearly seen from the road.
Today the camp is deserted, but the odd buildings survive to temp the artistic talents of modern photographers ~ from the road that is (see note below).
NOTE: Ed's Camp is private property and not open to the public. Please respect the rights of the property owner."
From Camp 3 on the Lhotse face, Nima Nguru has a chat with base camp.
Camping at Beachside State Park on the Oregon Coast this weekend. Perfect weather, great campfires (and good wine)--one to remember!
I really don't know anything about this photo -- no idea when it was taken, or where ...
I get the impression that the white tent may have been used primarily for cooking and eating, while the other tent was used for sleeping ... so perhaps the weather was damp or rainy.
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To the best of my knowledge, most of the photos in this Flickr album were taken by my grandmother, Mabel Yourdon, during the 1920s, 30s, and 40s. Most of them depict scenes of everyday life in mining camps and small towns near the Utah-Colorado border. Some of them show hunting, fishing, and camping trips in unspecified parts of the American west. It appears that a few of them were taken in southern California, when Mabel and her husband Ike traveled out there to visit relatives.
I have no idea what kind of camera Mabel used for these photos, nor what kind of film. There probably wasn’t that much variety available in the 1920s, and she was not a “professional” photographer. So it may have been a Brownie and whatever B/W film Kodak was selling at the time.
My stepfather, Ray Yourdon, was born in 1922; and his older brother, Marvin, was born two years before that. You’ll see photos of Ray and Marvin when they were young boys, when they were in high school, and when they went off to join the Navy and the Marines to fight in World War II.
Somewhere around 2005, I asked Ray if he could tell me the details of some of the photos; where possible, I have included those details in the notes for the photos. Some of the photos obviously evoked pleasant memories, and I heard stories about minor day-to-day events in his life that I had never heard before. But we rarely got through more than a few pictures before he ran out of energy; and so many of the photos have no explanation at all.
At this point, my parents and grandparents are all gone. I have cousins who grew up in the same area where these photos were taken, and one or two of them are still in that area. They may be able to fill in a few of the details; otherwise, you’ll just have to accept these photos as a glimpse of what life was like nearly a hundred years ago ...
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Camp Bison II Burwash Industrial Farm || Burwash Correctional Centre
The community was built to house the staff working at the Burwash Industrial Farm (also referred to as the Burwash Correctional Centre), a provincial jail that housed anywhere from 180 to 820 inmates during its history. The prison opened in 1914 and shuttered in 1975, after it was deemed to be too costly to run despite it being a self-sufficient institution.
Prior to the construction of Highway 69, Burwash was an isolated location in the Wanapitei River valley, accessible only from a nearby station on the Canadian Northern Railway (today's Canadian National Railway). At its peak, the correctional facility owned 35,000 acres (14,164 ha) and leased an additional 100,000 acres (40,469 ha) of land, and was the fourth-largest employer in the Sudbury area. Following the construction of Highway 69, the facility became less isolated and signs were posted on the highway advising motorists not to pick up hitchhikers in the area due to the possibility of convict escapes.
Because the prison's geographic isolation meant that employees could not simply commute from Sudbury or Killarney on a daily basis, a townsite was required for the guards and support staff that worked at the prison farm and the community, built by inmate labor, housed anywhere up to about 1,000 residents. It boasted a public school, which went from kindergarten through grade 10 at one point, a church, a post office, a barber shop, a tailor shop and a shoe repair shop. There was also a grocery store that sold bread made by the inmates, meat from the farm and vegetables produced by the inmates, as well as other grocery items which were brought in from Sudbury. Milk was delivered to the door by horse and wagon and the garbage was picked up by a different horse and wagon. There was a complete working sawmill, which milled the trees cut down by inmates. The village was built from the lumber and all of the provincial parks were provided with picnic tables made there as well. Burwash was considered to be almost self-sufficient, with the inmates working at various trades and receiving an education.
One of the few successful escapes from the prison took place on May 17, 1966, when convicted murderer Wayne Ford and two other prisoners escaped into the bush, walking for 16 miles before stealing a car and making it to Toronto. All three were eventually recaptured, and transferred to maximum security institutions.