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Sibiu
Romania
''Old names:
1582 Auff dem kleinen Ring
1751 Kleiner Platz
1875 Kleiner Ring
1919 Prinz Carls Ring
1934 P-ţa Mică
1947 P-ţa 6 martie
1990 P-ţa Mică
Piaţa Mică was called Circulus Parvus in documents and was located on the surface of the second belt of fortifications of the city.
The square is divided into two distinct parts by Ocnei Street, which descends under the Bridge of Lies towards the Lower Town.
The northern and eastern sides of the square follow the contour of the second belt of fortifications, presenting a circular shape. The buildings on the northern side of Ocnei Street have a concave shape and follow the contour of the first belt of fortifications, separating Piaţa Mică from Piaţa Huet.
The buildings in the Small Square (with one exception) do not have the massive, vaulted portal characteristic of the Big Square or Bălcescu Street.
The characteristic of the houses in the Small Square is the loggia on the ground floor, vaulted and semi-open to the square, with semicircular arches supported by porticos. The buildings in the Small Square housed craft workshops and in these spaces the goods were displayed. Starting with the mid-19th century, the arches began to be built.
In the southeast, the square received its current appearance only in the 18th century, when, on the site of the tailors' guild house, the Roman Catholic church and parish house were built (1726-1733).
Next to the Parish House there was a wheeled fountain, surrounded by a metal fence. Later it was transformed into a fountain with a pump, and in the mid-19th century it was abandoned and covered with oak cisterns.
The square preserves, with few changes, its appearance from the 15th and 16th centuries, all the buildings being historical monuments, distinguishing both the fortification elements, the public buildings and the residential houses.
The buildings are tall and feature those lenticular skylights known as the ‘eyes of Sibiu’. ''
( translated from the site
vicious circle: a continuing unpleasant situation, created when one problem causes another problem that then makes the first problem worse
Cambridge Dictionary
an argument or definition that begs the question
Merriam-Webster
Aangezien ik begrepen had dat het vuilvervoer binnenkort weg gaat van het spoor en het nu weer langer licht is, maar naar Apeldoorn gegaan om daar bij de aansluitng de vuiltrein vast te leggen.
Hier zien we de 203 160 na het terugsteken vertrekken richting het station van Apeldoorn.
Gisteravond voor de verandering maar weer eens naar Apeldoorn geweest voor de vuiltrein. Het goede nieuws is dat het vervoer niet stopt, maar de tijden zijn nog lang niet bekend. Dus nu het nog afgevoerd wordt naar Wijster, nu de trein nog in het licht rijdt. Wel moest er aardig lang gewacht worden, de trein was ongeveer drie kwartier te laat.
Nadat de losse loc heen was gegaan, kwam een klein half uur de trein terug. Met de machinist voorop en de oranje 220 als trekkracht, rijdt de trein langs het Kanaal-Zuid.
• パンダナマイマイ / PANDANA-MAIMAI
Scientific classification:
Kingdom:Animalia
Phylum:Mollusca
Class:Gastropoda
(unranked):clade Heterobranchia
clade Euthyneura
clade Panpulmonata
clade Eupulmonata
clade Stylommatophora
informal group Sigmurethra
Superfamily:Helicoidea
Family:Bradybaenidae
Subfamily: Bradybaeninae
Tribe: Bradybaenini
Genus: Bradybaena
Species: B. circulus
Kunigami, Okinawa, Japan
From my collection
The name is derived from medieval Latin word aequator, in the phrase circulus aequator diei et noctis, meaning ‘circle equalizing day and night’, from the Latin word aequare meaning ‘make equal’.
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Mysteries from Middle Earth:
The idea of standing with one foot in each hemisphere is an intriguing one, and the closer you get to the equator, the more you hear about the equator’s mysterious energy. But what is fact and what is fiction?
There’s no point in starting softly, so let’s debunk the biggest myth first: La Mitad del Mundo is not on the equator – but it’s close. Global Positioning System (GPS) devices show that it’s only about 240m off the mark. And no one who sees the photos of you straddling the equator has to know this, right?
Another tough one to swallow is the myth of the flushing toilet. One of the highlights of the Museo Solar Inti Ñan is the demonstration of water draining counterclockwise north of the equator and clockwise 3m away, south of the equator. Researchers claim it’s a crock. The Coriolis Force – which causes weather systems to veer right in the northern hemisphere and left in the southern hemisphere – has no effect on small bodies of water like those in a sink or a toilet. Draining water spins the way it does due to plumbing, eddies in the water, the shape of the basin and other factors.
How about some truth: you do weigh less on the equator. This is due to greater centrifugal force on the equator than at the poles. But the difference between here and at the poles is only about 0.3%, not the 1.5% to 2% the scales at the monument imply.
It is true that the spring and autumn equinoxes are the only days when the sun shines directly overhead at the equator. In fact, that’s what defines an equinox. But that doesn’t mean the days and nights are equal in length, as many would have you believe – this happens just before the spring equinox and just after the autumn equinox, and the day depends on where you are on the planet.
More fascinating than any of the myths perpetuated by Inti Ñan and the Mitad del Mundo, however, is the fact that the true equator (0º0'0'' degrees, according to GPS readings) resides on a sacred indigenous site constructed more than 1,000 years ago. The name of the site is Catequilla, and it sits on a hilltop on the opposite side of the highway from the Mitad del Mundo.
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The latitude of the Earth's equator is, by definition, 0° (zero degrees) of arc. The equator is one of the five notable circles of latitude on Earth; the other four are both polar circles (the Arctic Circle and the Antarctic Circle) and both tropical circles (the Tropic of Cancer and the Tropic of Capricorn). The equator is the only line of latitude which is also a great circle—that is, one whose plane passes through the center of the globe. The plane of Earth's equator, when projected outwards to the celestial sphere, defines the celestial equator.
In the cycle of Earth's seasons, the equatorial plane runs through the Sun twice per year: on the equinoxes in March and September. To a person on Earth, the Sun appears to travel above the equator (or along the celestial equator) at these times. Light rays from the Sun's center are perpendicular to Earth's surface at the point of solar noon on the equator.
Locations on the equator experience the shortest sunrises and sunsets because the Sun's daily path is nearly perpendicular to the horizon for most of the year. The length of daylight (sunrise to sunset) is almost constant throughout the year; it is about 14 minutes longer than nighttime due to atmospheric refraction and the fact that sunrise begins (or sunset ends) as the upper limb, not the center, of the Sun's disk contacts the horizon.
Earth bulges slightly at the equator; the "average" diameter of Earth is 12,750 km (7,920 mi), but the diameter at the equator is about 43 km (27 mi) greater than at the poles.
Sites near the equator, such as the Guiana Space Centre in Kourou, French Guiana, are good locations for spaceports as they have a fastest rotational speed of any latitude, 460 m/s. The added velocity reduces the fuel needed to launch spacecraft eastward (in the direction of Earth's rotation) to orbit, while simultaneously avoiding costly maneuvers to flatten inclination during missions such as the Apollo moon landings.
The Solomon Islands skinks are normally quite still when I see them. This time, they were slowly moving around together. In the wild, they will sometimes form a group referred to as a circulus.
Op vrijdagavond 19 februari 2016 was het een aardige chaos met goederentreinen op station Apeldoorn. Doordat de 1304 van HSL Logistik hier met een asbreuk van de middelste as onder cabine 1 was gestrand met een lege autotrein naar Bad Bentheim hield deze spoor 5 bezet wat normaal door Locon gebruikt wordt voor het samenstellen van de vuiltrein.
Locon moest hierdoor uitzonderlijk uitwijken naar spoor 2 alwaar het samenstellen van de trein een hele puzzel bleek. Nadat de 9901 weer van de trein af was gehaald werd deze met kopmaken op de hoofdbaan richting Deventer en spoor 101 afgerangeerd naar spoor 112 aan de andere kant van het station om plaats te maken voor de rangeerbeweging met de V100 die de wagens bij Circulus-Berkel Stadsreiniging en Afvalbeheer in Apeldoorn heeft uitgehaald en tegen de trein moet plaatsen.
Nadat de 203 160-7 met drie wagens van het type Slps als trein 50082 uit Apeldoorn VAM op spoor 7 is binnengekomen en de loc is omgelopen wordt de hele sleep met kopmaken op de hoofdbaan richting Deventer naar spoor 102 gedirigeerd waar de wagens tegen die uit Noordwijkerhout konden worden geplaatst.
Om de serie compleet te maken nog een foto van de vuiltrein bij de aansluiting van Apeldoorn VAM. De 9701 komt met de vier beladen Slps'en tot stilstand bij het aansluitwissel, omdat de overweg moet worden gesleuteld. 11/02/16
Id help -
possible Bradybaena circulus
Land snails of Okinawa
Onna, Okinawa
Photography by Shawn M Miller
* Learn more about the nature of Okinawa -
I had seen Marianne coming up the hill. She had been wearing a hat but took it off before she got to the top. When it came to the photos, we tried using a small reflector but it was a real challenge in the breeze. Marianne valiantly tried to hold the reflector and keep the hair out of her eyes. She told me that sometimes her hair goes in a vortex at the top of the Tor. We tried several locations but did not manage to get the vortex effect.
Marianne is a mother of 5 boys. They were all at school or nursery when I met her on the top of Glastonbury Tor. When I asked her about her sons, she said told me that they would all be tall as her ex is very tall.... 6 foot 9! The boys are 2, 4, 6, 8 and 10. Marianne smiled as she told me that they get along in varying degrees (or something along those lines).
Marianne said that she quite often brings the flute up the Tor, to play (she is a local). I said that maybe we would meet on the Tor one day, when she had her flute. I could photograph her again. She also plays as a guest artist with Circulus. They would be doing a local gig soon but Marianne did not know whether she would be playing.
Marianne also likes to cycle. She has a trailer for the boys. "Not all of them?" I asked. No, not all of them. I think that maybe she takes the little ones out while the others are still at school.
When we had finished making portraits, I let Marianne take a look at the images. She liked them and remarked on the lovely colour of the images. She showed me her favourite and I thought that it was a good choice, so am using it for my upload.
The photo that Marianne chose was one where she was sitting. I think that like many subjects, she found it a little easier to relax in this position, than when standing. She told me that one of her boys had taken photos of people on the Tor, too. She said that because he was a child with a camera, people were very willing to have their photos taken by him. His pictures came out very well.
Marianne was a great sport. Nothing was a problem to her. Whether dealing with the wind – blowing her hair in her face; putting her phone and headphones to one side, so that she could hold the reflector or sitting on the cold, damp concrete at the base of St Michael's tower.
Thank you Marianne for agreeing to be part of my project it was good to meet you today. Best wishes for bringing up your boys and in all that you do.
You can view more portraits and stories by visiting The Human Family
Nicolaes Visscher (1649-1702) - Circulus Franconicus (1690)
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Descripción bibliográfica: Geographia Blaviana. - [Amsterdam : Juan Blaeu, 1659] . - [32], VI, 96 p., 34 f., h. 35a, 35b, 35c, 35d, 36-44 f., 34, [2], 36-40, [2], 43-70 [i. e. 75], [1] f., [20] p. de map., [9] f. de map., [4] f. pleg. de map., [2] f. de plan., [2] f. ge grab. : |bil. ; |cFol. marca major (57 cm.) . - En la dedicatoria a Felipe IV: "Presenta ... El Atlas Universal y Cosmographico de los orbes y terrestre ... Juan Blaeu" . - Título tomado del frontispicio. -- Privilegio fechado en 1659. -Errores de pag. - Sign.: [ ]1, *2, **3, ***-****2, a-e2, A-I2, K1, L-Z2, Aa-Dd2, 4[ ]2, Ee-Ff2, A-I2, K1, L2, M1, N-Y2, Z5, Aa-Dd2,
Ee1, A-D2, E-F1, G-I2, K-L1, M-O2, P1, Q-Z2, Aa-Bb2, Cc1, Dd3, Ff-Zz2, Aaa-Bbb2, [ ]. - Frontispicio grab. col. -- Incluye un total de 49 il. entre map., plan. i grab.
Materia: Atlas - Obras anteriores a 1800
Impresor: Blaeu, Joan, 1596-1673, imp.
Lugar de impresión: Holanda. Amsterdam
Localización: fama.us.es/record=b2058758~S5*spi
Vea la ilustración en su contexto
Visite también la exposición "Cartografía histórica en la Biblioteca de la Universidad de Sevilla" expobus.us.es/cartografia//
Descripción bibliográfica: Geographia Blaviana. - [Amsterdam : Juan Blaeu, 1659] . - [32], VI, 96 p., 34 f., h. 35a, 35b, 35c, 35d, 36-44 f., 34, [2], 36-40, [2], 43-70 [i. e. 75], [1] f., [20] p. de map., [9] f. de map., [4] f. pleg. de map., [2] f. de plan., [2] f. ge grab. : |bil. ; |cFol. marca major (57 cm.) . - En la dedicatoria a Felipe IV: "Presenta ... El Atlas Universal y Cosmographico de los orbes y terrestre ... Juan Blaeu" . - Título tomado del frontispicio. -- Privilegio fechado en 1659. -Errores de pag. - Sign.: [ ]1, *2, **3, ***-****2, a-e2, A-I2, K1, L-Z2, Aa-Dd2, 4[ ]2, Ee-Ff2, A-I2, K1, L2, M1, N-Y2, Z5, Aa-Dd2,
Ee1, A-D2, E-F1, G-I2, K-L1, M-O2, P1, Q-Z2, Aa-Bb2, Cc1, Dd3, Ff-Zz2, Aaa-Bbb2, [ ]. - Frontispicio grab. col. -- Incluye un total de 49 il. entre map., plan. i grab.
Materia: Atlas - Obras anteriores a 1800
Impresor: Blaeu, Joan, 1596-1673, imp.
Lugar de impresión: Holanda. Amsterdam
Localización: fama.us.es/record=b2058758~S5*spi
Vea la ilustración en su contexto
Visite también la exposición "Cartografía histórica en la Biblioteca de la Universidad de Sevilla" expobus.us.es/cartografia//
Zoom into this map at maps.bpl.org.
Author: Jode, Cornelis de
Publisher: Cornelius de Jode
Date: [1593]
Scale: Scale not given.
Call Number: G3200 1593.J64
During the Golden Age of Dutch Cartography, many world maps were composed of two hemispheres, one for each of the Eastern and Western Hemispheres. However, this elaborately decorated world map projected the world on Northern and Southern Hemispheres, an orientation that was rarely used at this time. This unusual map appeared in Cornelis de Jodes 1593 edition of an atlas publication that was initiated by his father, Gerard, in 1578. Although Corneliss world map did not use the cordiform projection preferred by his father, it did employ a similar border scheme of windheads and clouds.
Well, I guess I may have spoke too soon when I posted "longest day ever" on the 13th: we departed for day two of pictures at 9:00am (on the 19th) and I just got home (again, see date/time stamp). Site #1 was a classic '54 Chevy pickup truck that a very kind fellow let us use for an hour or so on his front yard. His whole family (and their little Border Collie puppy) came out to watch us work which I'm sure will make a great story to tell the other kids at school on Monday. Now, from the moment I got Carnett at the airport, he had been talking about this shot he wanted with Poobah in a claw-foot tub out in the middle of a field - he's known for his charismatic out-there setups - and a guy named Pat Riley who had been helping us out claimed to have one at his house. So, we made a long trek all the way up the side of a mountain to his house, only to find that Poobah wouldn't actually fit in a claw foot tub, and so we moved on. Site #2 saw a return to Poobah's yard for yet another shot I can't quite describe with words, and we wrapped up photos at site #3 which was a pair of absolutely classic country stores. Of course since the country stores were in a town with people, a crowd gathered to see what was going on, and Poobah had a ball signing autographs. Once Carnett felt satisfied that he had enough material (probably over 300 shots) we broke down the gear and headed back to the lake house. It has truly been a pleasure and an honor to spend all this time with Carnett (whether we're out shooting or just driving from location to location) and while I certainly had a great time and learned a lot, this is where the story really gets interesting. Two days ago we (the members of Circulus) had dinner with Rogie Ray and his fiancé and Poobah's lawyer and her mother (don't ask). During dinner, he was talking about a show he was set to play Saturday night at this blues house called Pokey's in Chattanooga, TN, and mentioned his bass player was double booked and couldn’t make it. Well of course everyone turned around a looked at me and said "Simon plays bass." Rogie, who is actually a very big fan of my work on Poobah's album, said "Oh yeah of course! Great, be there at 9pm!" And that's how you get booked. Of course I spent the two days leading up to the show worried about the tiny little insignificant detail that I've never heard any of the songs they were set to play before, and two days leaves plenty of time to come to the conclusion that while bass is arguably the most simplistic of rhythm section instruments, it's also the most important because it's the instrument that leads the rest of the band through a song and provides the cues to all the chord changes, which still leaves time to come up with every disastrous situation that could occur when the bassist doesn’t know the songs and cant lead the band. Now you have to understand, these aren’t just some guys who like to play at local bars on the weekends - these are top-tier musicians who have played with some of the greatest names in the business (I guarantee everyone reading this has heard their work at some point). I mean these guys have played with BB King, Stevie Ray Vaughn, The Kinks, The Wailers, Goose Creek Symphony, countless sessions, etc etc etc and separately, the list is too long to ever post. I could see it in my head - these amazing musicians giving me the evil eye (and/or murdering me) for missing a hit or a chord change in a song and it going down hill from there. It was a long two days. However, I've always said that if I ever play live, I want every single musician out there to be better than me - that's the only way to get better. So I guess this was my chance. It took two hours to make it to Chattanooga (all the way back into the eastern time zone) and I think I was visibly uncomfortable the whole way: Carnett was joking that if anyone gave me a hard time, I would have at least 3 guys over 6'2" to deal with it so I didn't really have to worry, but, if I wanted to set up a chicken-wire protective cage, he would help put it together. When we got there, we went to a little Italian restaurant for dinner first but since I needed to get to Pokeys, I had to leave before we even ordered - Poobah was kind enough to take me over there. Pokey's. Pokey's Pokey's Pokey's. (Just try it) Mr. Pokey is your average Tennessee-an with a "Tennessee Rose" [beautiful wife] who decided one fine day that she wanted to sing - so Mr. Pokey built a performance venue/bar and assembled a house band for his precious flower and, two decades later, it's turned into quite a popular little spot for music fanatics and sinners from the local Catholic colleges alike. Anyway, I was lead directly to the performer's lounge (a surprisingly up-scale RV parked right outside the stage door) and met the band. First and foremost, I was completely shocked when they all stood up to shake my hand and tell me "So you're this prodigy we've heard so much about! It's a real honor to meet you and we look forward to sharing the stage with such a talent! We love what you've been doing with Poobah - it doesn’t sound like anything else we've ever heard!" No, I'm not making that up or even embellishing. [start tangent] You see, I'm so used to not being taken very seriously by certain people in my life and while I try to keep a thick skin about it, it has certainly ingrained a sense of, well, not inferiority, but perhaps insignificance. I pay very close attention to my sense of self, keeping as much confidence as possible but never pushing the balance anywhere near arrogance, and those who may withhold a compliment for "safety reasons" might be surprised to learn that receiving such a monumental compliment doesn't blow up my head in the slightest - it reminds me that not only do I matter as a person, but I'm doing the right thing and I'm on the right track. I know damn well what I'm capable of, but the following series of events may prove to be one of the most re-affirming experiences of my life. [end tangent] So these guys turned out to be not just amazing musicians, but genuinely nice people - and they weren't the only ones. Everywhere I walked, people I'd never seen before in my whole life were stopping me just to tell me they had heard my work and were amazed with both what I was capable of ("at such a young age"), and that when push comes to shove, they were wearing out the CDs of rough mixes Poobah was giving out because they loved and played it so much. I even had a man who was in his 80's come up to me and say "Son, I can pick up any instrument and learn to play it in 10 minutes but I've never heard one person be able to play all of them so well and make it sound like a real band - and I've been in the business for 60 years." A woman came up to me and, after telling me that I had really nice teeth and to watch out for the evil women, said "you know it's not just your talent that's amazing, but the fact that you're not an asshole about it. Most people around here would be cocky little fuckers if they knew they was that good, but you must be one of the most well behaved gentlemen I've ever met." I could continue, but I don't want to give the appearance of being full of myself. [alternate tangent ending] So, I had a great meet and greet before we were scheduled to play (10pm) - I asked Rogie if we were doing a sound check to tune-up and with a huge grin he just said "nah, I don't do that bullshit - that's what the first song is for." So 10pm hit (10:15 musician's time) and we were off: 16 bar shuffle in G - and I gotta tell you, we may have been a bunch of white guys but it didn't sound like it. The band completely locked in and the whole night we were right on - the guys were great about telling me through the music what was coming in the songs and giving me cues, and you know what happens when everyone in the band is fluent in the language of music? The band rocks. We played mostly blues and a little country, the audience loved it, and I got yet another whirlwind of compliments - this time on my playing (with some even comparing me to bass legends you've never heard of). It's was a great pleasure to have Poobah come up and join us on stage for a couple tunes - he puts on one hell of a show - and everyone loved it. All in all, I had a great time, enjoyed the free bar tab, and all the musicians independently invited me to sit in with them whenever they were playing, wherever they were playing, and on whatever I wanted to play. Keep in mind that when I walked in for sound check at about 9:30, that was already the 12th hour of my day and I'm not big on coffee - so when we finished the last song (around 2:30am) I was fairly tired. Mr. Pokey told me to get some food at the bar (on them), so I did, and while I was sitting there, a man and his wife who had been there the whole night came up to me and, above all the compliments I got, said something I don't think I'll ever forget. Of course they introduced themselves first and we talked a bit (they were already grandparents and their youngest was older than me but they must've been no more than mid-40's). He said, "sir, we just wanted to tell you it is truly an honor to meet someone like you. You know, around here we just live our lives day to day and take what comes, but it's really a pleasure to meet someone like you who is talented, driven, and is really going to make a difference in this world." And then I moved to Tennessee permanently. But seriously, something I've noticed that's had a huge impression on me is that down here people aren't constantly judging you and living in a permanently stressed state. Down here the number one concern is not how much money you make, who you know, or what you do - it's your quality of life - it's making sure that no matter who you are and what you do, you're enjoying your time here on this earth. And I think there's something to be said for that. Now it's 5:00 in the morning, the birds are up and singing, the sun is beginning to rise over the lake, my callused fingers are tired, so I'm out.
Een bijzondere verschijning op de sporen bij Apeldoorn VAM is deze VTG Fas. Iemand een idee wat deze wagon hier komt doen?
The sky was blood red at 5:30 this morning as I drove up the one-lane winding road that leads away from the lake. The movie quote "a red sun rises: blood as been spilled this night" kept going around and around in my head as I began the 65 mile drive into the city, which was odd because I should have had more important things on my mind; I was on the way to pick up John Carnett from Nashville International and it was gearing up to be one hell of a long weekend. The plan? Two solid days to capture every professional picture we would need to get this album ready and we were incredibly lucky to have an incredible photographer on hand to do it. Carnett is fascinating, to say the least. As a world-renowned photographer, he has met amazing people, been to amazing places, and produced amazing work. Yet, as is if the plethora of experience wasn’t enough, his naturally inquisitive and inventive nature drives him to continue to push above and beyond where most people would sit back and bask in their own glory. To start with, he is a full time staff photographer with Time-Life publications (most notable for me would be Popular Science) but a self-made expertise in various areas of science and engineering allow him to co-edit the actual stories his pictures are being published for and lend a [brain] to make them more interesting and accurate. To continue, he has a whole series of fully-sponsored side-projects, where he gives his artistic side a break and gets to exercise his mechanical side. For example, his current project is taking a Polaris off-road vehicle and replacing the standard engine with an actual jet-turbine engine complete with a custom gear system that will allow the throttle to access the engine once it's running at 100% power so that this thing will jump from 0-60mph in 3 seconds and have about 5 times the torque of a turbo-diesel engine. But of course that's not enough, so he got the company that makes the heads-up displays and navigation systems for the new F-22 fighter jets to donate a full cockpit outfit to replace the standard controls, so he and a navigator can set the world record for crossing Canada this summer. This may sound crazy to some, but it just makes me think back to when I used to buy toys just to take them apart and re-combine them to make something better and it gives me hope that there actually was truth in the Toys-R-Us theme song. I suppose the point is I was a little nervous (intimidated) getting him from the airport, but there was certainly no shortage of things to talk about on the way back. We talked all about what Circulus is doing, what we were after for Poobah, and a whole lot of technical jargon for my crash course in professional photography. Since we're also iPhone buddies, we discussed the next generation and whether or not Google's Andriod platform would take over (considering he just photographed the man in charge of the whole Android project and got to see the top-secret handset). As soon as we got back to the lake house, everyone was geared up to go and it was time to start making pictures. Stop #1 would be Hurricane Marina where would attempt to get the first shot of Poobah in a little John boat with his guitar and a fishing pole. Now I certainly do my best to describe my experiences here with image-evoking words, but there will simply be no substitute for these pictures, so I will post them when I get my hands on them. Of course, it being my first time on a real photo-shoot with a real pro (especially considering my interest in the art) I was having a blast from the past. We set up all different kinds of lights and strobes and diffusers and counter weights and power packs and remote sync transmitters etc etc etc and I paid very close attention to what they did and how minute changes affected the final product. Lighting may possibly be the most easily over-looked aspect of photography but it absolutely makes all the difference (okay, his top of the line 22 megapixel Canon DSLR didnt hurt either). We were finished in a surprisingly short hour and moved on to stop #2: the cave. One of my favorite aspects of Tennessee is that there arent people absolutely everywhere, which means words like "uncharted" and "undiscovered" still hold some weight. In that regard, Poobah took us to a cave nested back in the mountains which is not currently on any database of caves and therefore technically uncharted (which was great considering I just watched the movie "Descent"). Since Carnett had just come off a shoot at a mine where they pulled off some great creative under-ground lighting, we figured we should try something similar. Unfortunately, the mouth of the cave is completely flooded with cold mountain water (and actually spills out into this phenomenally clear spring) so Poobah couldnt stand inside it like we thought, but we did get pictures of him at this seemingly ancient irrigation channel at the side of the cave. Now, as Poobah explains, this cave first played host to a Tribe of Native Americans who used it in the same way Mesa Verde was constructed - as a one-way fortress; then, in the civil war, confederate soldiers would hide the wounded in these caverns that are so massive a 747 could fit in one. I wanted to explore so badly, but we were on a very tight schedule and I didn't really feel like going for a swim to get down into the cavern. Just beyond the cave we found a little remote shack that sat at the base of stairs carved in the rock mountain side that led up to a tiny wood door. Of COURSE i wasn’t going to leave without seeing what this was, so I climbed up the narrow stairs and found what I'm guessing used to be some sort of kiln or drying room (or moonshine storage for all I know). Seeing as though there weren't catacombs or any form of human remains, we moved on. Site #3 was Poobah's house, where his collection of dogs (two black labs, a golden retriever, an ancient pit-bull, an even older mastiff, and a tiny Pekinese named Pumpkinhead) were brought out to sit with him in an old rocking chair in his field. Of course it was a huge pain to get those dogs to stay put for any period of time, but we came out with some great shots starring his old pit-bull named Sneezy. We stopped for lunch at an old country store that's owned by the nicest elderly couple (who also happen to be huge fans of Poobah) and then moved on to site #4 that was an old country log cabin way out in the hills. As it turns out, this was home to an animal rescues and rehabilitation farm, and we were greeted by a band of horses all with a disability of some sort. Unfortunately the cabin itself looked like a poorly decorated Cracker Barrell, so we opted to move on. The fifth and final site of the day happened purely by chance (and ended up being my favorite) when we drove past a building that had a giant American flag painted on the side. We got the perfect "Where Did America Go" pictures and headed back. (Again, I am only writing with less description here because words wont do the pictures justice) We all headed out to the little restaurant on the far pier in Hurricane Marina, had a lovely little dinner, and called it a day. Of course 18 hours is a fairly solid day.
The opening night of the Artist In Residence show at the School of Jewellery in Birmingham.
Ring by Agnieszka Maksymiuk (who made the buttons for my "Mr. Fox suit).
Taken with Panasonic 20mm f1.7 lens on Panasonic GX7.
Material: latón (tono dorado viejo), cobre (tono rojo-marrón - foto ejemplo-) y plata
Sizes: XS, S, L
Tamaño círculos:
-10mm (círculo pequeño)
-15mm (círculo grande)
con flor o con un charm aleatorio, según stock.
Palabras personalizables.
De Locon-vloot in Apeldoorn krijgt de laatste tijd soms versterking van deze V100 in Locon-kleuren om de huisvuiltrein te rijden die via Apeldoorn Centraal van Circulus (het vroegere VAM) in Apeldoor naar Wijster rijdt. Eerder werd dat door de 9904 en de Hippel gedaan. Ook een VolkerRail V100 staat nu in Apeldoorn.
Nicer sive Neccarus (Germanice Neckar) est fluvius in Badenia-Virtembergia. Paululum etiam finis est ad Hassiam. Nicer influit in Rhenum.
Nomen Nicri Celticum est et aquam feram vel etiam sodalem ferum dicere vult. Nomen orsum est a prisco verbo Europaeo nik, quod oppugnare significat. Nomina erant primum ante aevum Christianam Nikros, deinde Nicarus tum Neccarus postremo Necker (sic etiam hodie in idiomate Suebica) et hodie Neckar.
Cana, Canstadium, Cantaropolis, vel Condistat Germanice: Stuttgart-Bad Cannstatt - "Aquae Canstadianae" - hodie est Stutgardiae suburbium, ad ripam Neccari situm, quod circiter septuaginta milia incolarum habet. Oppidi thermae sunt valde "populares." Verbum Theodiscum Bad thermas indicat. Est Stutgardiae praesens circulus externus urbanus, maxima, quod ad incolas pertinet, viginti trium urbis regionum. Huic regioni, quae anno 1905 cum Stutgardia contributa est, circiter 67544 incolarum (anno 2007) sunt.
Quotannis de fine mensis Septembris ad initium mensis Octobris celeberrima sollemnia Condistatis popularia habentur. Sollemnium initium hebdomada post sollemnia Octobria (verius Septembria) Monaca est.
Aevo Romano oppidum fuit maius, fortasse etiam caput Romanae civitatis. Romani regionem circa annum 90 occupaverunt; hoc fortasse evenit anno 85 vel 98. Romani castellum aedificaverunt super monte ubi Alam I Subulorum conlocabant. Condistat castra erat stativa inter castram quae Moguntiaci et castram quae Augustae Vindelicorum erat conlocata. Castellum verisimiliter usque ad annum 159 ibi erat, cum limes Romanus occidentem versus promovebatur. Non solum legionarii, sed etiam multi cives ibi habitabant, sed archaeologi adhuc aedificia magna Romana sicut aquaeductum vel amphitheatrum non inveniebant. Finis Condistatis oppidi Romani fuit cum Alamanni regionem invaserunt, circiter annum 260. Nomen Romani oppidi noniam scimus, sed iam saeculo octavo nomen Condistatis invenitur. Nonnulli putant Condistatis nomen ab 'urbis conditae' nomine provenire, sed C. S. Sommer archaeologus putat Condistatem esse 'Civitatem Aureliam G'; hoc nomen in vetere inscriptione Romana invenitur. Alii putant nomen esse Celticum: Celticum *Kondâti- confluentiam significat, ex quo nomine Celtico Alamannicum verbum *Chandez ortum esse putant. Etiam alii loci circum Condistatem nomina Celtica habent, sicut Virtem in Virtembergiae verbo vel "Prag."
Come era semplice ed economico giocare una volta.
Quando una bicicletta si rompeva, si approfittava per togliere i cerchioni.
Una volta smontati, si toglievano i raggi e dopo si spingeva questo cerchione con un pezzetto di ferro piegato, chiamato 'a manigghia oppure un pezzetto di legno.
Spingendo abilmente questo cerchione senza farlo cadere, si percorrevano strade, viottoli, scale e continuamente in rotazione, si facevano le corse di velocità o percorsi di destrezza con ostacoli di vario genere che aumentavano le difficoltà.
Quanti ricordi affiorano nella mia mente ....... e quante corse dietro "u circulu"
Voglio tornare bambino!!!!
Lane over at CETMA - tearing UP the Circulus with his rad cargo creation.
See what the Circulus is all about at 5secondroom.wordpress.com/
The last time I saw a solar eclipse I was seven I think. It wasn’t a full but it was enough to mesmerize my young soul. Thirty something years later I got to see another, altho still not a full. In 2024 New England will get the opportunity to see a full solar eclipse. You can bet I’m traveling to Vermont for that one. Even viewing a partial one can imagine why older civilizations believed in magical gods in the sky. Day turns to night for two odd minutes and then light returns. I love science but for some events it strips the magic away. We know why eclipses happen but our ancestors didn’t. They thought it was the sun god, some thought it was a bad omen, some thought the world was ending. These types of celestial events held great mysticism and still do for us today. If you follow a paganism path you know of the importance of sun and moon. They each have there due seasonal times throughout the year. Rarely, do they dance, but once every seventy years or so they collide and the darkness invades day and a beautiful serenade begins. Our eyes turn upward and we are transformed into star struck beings contemplating our place in the world. We are forever looking upward, trapped on this rock hurling through our solar system, always a satellite to our father sun. It reminds us we are but a speck of stardust in our evolution and all this beauty will be here long after we are gone.
The great thing about science is it allows us to plan and weather permitting an idea is born. For three years Solastra has been sitting in a notebook just waiting to breathe.
Kate is a wedding photographer who spends her life making everyone’s important day a beautiful memory. She is gifted in the art of capturing love. Like most photographers being constantly behind the lens never gives her the opportunity to shine in front of it. Working with fellow shuddabugs is one of my most favorite types of shoots altho sometimes getting them to relax is challenging. It’s tough when you are used to being in control of a artistic scene and letting that go and allowing another take the reign. You are faced with all the insecurities that would never come into play had you not been a photographer. The anxiety and apprehension are real and you really need to trust the one shooting you. I would never downplay the honor of having her choose me. She shined like the sun!
From Wiki:
The Solomon Islands skink is completely herbivorous, eating many different fruits and vegetables including the pothos plant. It is one of the few species of reptile known to function within a social group or circulus. Both male and female specimens are known to be territorial and often hostile towards members not a part of their family group.
The Solomon Islands skink is the world's largest species of extant skink; adults can reach 72 centimetres (28 in) in length when fully grown.
The Solomon Islands skink has a long, slender body, strong, short legs, and a triangular shaped head with small round eyes. The skink has a strong crushing jaw but the teeth are small and used for eating plant material. Its prehensile tail helps them maneuver from branch to branch with ease and gives the skink its more common names: monkey-tailed skink, prehensile-tailed skink, or monkey skink.