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The theme is CHIP, they said.
My mind immediately thought "potato chip" however that seemed too obvious so I thought more widely. Computer chip also seemed a bit obvious, however my husband had these little gems with 'legs' to create shadows, so I jazzed them up with red and blue lights. That was fun.
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The color version of the photo above is here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ticino-best-photos-of-southern-...
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
So far there's only been one photo in my gallery that hasn't been taken in my garden ('The Flame Rider', captured in the Maggia Valley: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/53563448847/in/datepo... ) - which makes the image above the second time I've "strayed from the path" (although not very far, since the photo was taken only approximately 500 meters from my house).
Overall, I'll stick to my "only-garden rule", but every once in a while I'll show you a little bit of the landscape around my village, because I think it will give you a better sense of just how fascinating this region is, and also of its history.
The title I chose for the photo may seem cheesy, and it's certainly not very original, but I couldn't think of another one, because it's an honest reflection of what I felt when I took it: a profound sense of peace - although if you make it to the end of this text you'll realize my relationship with that word is a bit more complicated.
I got up early that day; it was a beautiful spring morning, and there was still a bit of mist in the valley below my village which I hoped would make for a few nice mood shots, so I quickly grabbed my camera and went down there before the rising sun could dissolve the magical layer on the scenery.
Most human activity hadn't started yet, and I was engulfed in the sounds of the forest as I was walking the narrow trail along the horse pasture; it seemed every little creature around me wanted to make its presence known to potential mates (or rivals) in a myriad of sounds and voices and noises (in case you're interested, here's a taste of what I usually wake up to in spring, but you best use headphones: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfoCTqdAVCE )
Strolling through such an idyllic landscape next to grazing horses and surrounded by birdsong and beautiful trees, I guess it's kind of obvious one would feel the way I described above and choose the title I did, but as I looked at the old stone buildings - the cattle shelter you can see in the foreground and the stable further up ahead on the right - I also realized how fortunate I was.
It's hard to imagine now, because Switzerland is one of the wealthiest countries in the world today, but the men and women who had carried these stones and constructed the walls of these buildings were among the poorest in Europe. The hardships the people in some of the remote and little developed valleys in Ticino endured only a few generations ago are unimaginable to most folks living in my country today.
It wasn't uncommon that people had to sell their own kids as child slaves - the girls had to work in factories or in rice fields, the boys as "living chimney brushes" in northern Italy - just because there wasn't enough food to support the whole family through the harsh Ticino winters.
If you wonder why contemporary Swiss historians speak of "slaves" as opposed to child laborers, it's because that's what many of them actually were: auctioned off for a negotiable prize at the local market, once sold, these kids were not payed and in many cases not even fed by their masters (they had to beg for food in the streets or steal it).
Translated from German Wikipedia: ...The Piazza grande in Locarno, where the Locarno Film Festival is held today, was one of the places where orphans, foundlings and children from poor families were auctioned off. The boys were sold as chimney sweeps, the girls ended up in the textile industry, in tobacco processing in Brissago or in the rice fields of Novara, which was also extremely hard work: the girls had to stand bent over in the water for twelve to fourteen hours in all weathers. The last verse of the Italian folk song 'Amore mio non piangere' reads: “Mamma, papà, non piangere, se sono consumata, è stata la risaia che mi ha rovinata” (Mom, dad, don't cry when I'm used up, it was the rice field that destroyed me.)... de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaminfegerkinder
The conditions for the chimney sweeps - usually boys between the age of 8 and 12 (or younger, because they had to be small enough to be able to crawl into the chimneys) - were so catastrophic that many of them didn't survive; they died of starvation, cold or soot in their lungs - as well as of work-related accidents like breaking their necks when they fell, or suffocatig if they got stuck in inside a chimney. This practice of "child slavery" went on as late as the 1950s (there's a very short article in English on the topic here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spazzacamini and a more in depth account for German speakers in this brief clip: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gda8vZp_zsc ).
Now I don't know if the people who built the old stone houses along my path had to sell any of their kids, but looking at the remnants of their (not so distant) era I felt an immense sense of gratitude that I was born at a time of prosperity - and peace - in my region, my country and my home. Because none of it was my doing: it was simple luck that decided when and where I came into this world.
It also made me think of my own family. Both of my grandparents on my father's side grew up in Ticino (they were both born in 1900), but while they eventually left Switzerland's poorest region to live in its richest, the Kanton of Zurich, my grandfather's parents relocated to northern Italy in the 1920s and unfortunately were still there when WWII broke out.
They lost everything during the war, and it was their youngest daughter - whom I only knew as "Zia" which means "aunt" in Italian - who earned a little money to support herself and my great-grandparents by giving piano lessons to high-ranking Nazi officers and their kids (this was towards the end of the war when German forces had occupied Italy).
I never knew that about her; Zia only very rarely spoke of the war, but one time when I visited her when she was already over a 100 years old (she died at close to 104), I asked her how they had managed to survive, and she told me that she went to the local prefecture nearly every day to teach piano. "And on the way there would be the dangling ones" she said, with a shudder.
I didn't get what she meant, so she explained. Visiting the city center where the high ranking military resided meant she had to walk underneath the executed men and women who were hanging from the lantern posts along the road (these executions - often of civilians - were the Germans' retaliations for attacks by the Italian partisans).
I never forgot her words - nor could I shake the look on her face as she re-lived this memory. And I still can't grasp it; my house in Ticino is only 60 meters from the Italian border, and the idea that there was a brutal war going on three houses down the road from where I live now in Zia's lifetime strikes me as completely surreal.
So, back to my title for the photo above. "Peace". It's such a simple, short word, isn't it? And we use it - or its cousin "peaceful" - quite often when we mean nice and quiet or stress-free. But if I'm honest I don't think I know what it means. My grandaunt Zia did, but I can't know. And I honestly hope I never will.
I'm sorry I led you down such a dark road; I usually intend to make people smile with the anecdotes that go with my photos, but this one demanded a different approach (I guess with this latest image I've strayed from the path in more than one sense, and I hope you'll forgive me).
Ticino today is the region with the second highest average life expectancy in Europe (85.2 years), and "The Human Development Index" of 0.961 in 2021 was one of the highest found anywhere in the world, and northern Italy isn't far behind. But my neighbors, many of whom are now in their 90s, remember well it wasn't always so.
That a region so poor it must have felt like purgatory to many of its inhabitants could turn into something as close to paradise on Earth as I can imagine in a person's lifetime should make us all very hopeful. But, and this is the sad part, it also works the other way 'round. And I believe we'd do well to remember that, too.
To all of you - with my usual tardiness but from the bottom of my heart - a happy, healthy, hopeful 2025 and beyond.
7DWF Wednesdays: Macro or Close up. Honored to get Grandpa's "Slipstick". There is a similar Lawrence 10-B model in the Smithsonian. Circa 1938-1947 & sold for25¢. americanhistory.si.edu/collections/search/object/nmah_121...
A replacement for my old home-built computer, which became too slow as photo software became more advanced. Captured with D780 and Nikkor 18mm lens in a dark room (no light except that produced by the interior of the computer) using high ISO and much raising of shadows in editing.
The death of my computer!!!!!
Yah! for the last 4 days ive tried to save my computer but a system melt down happened
its set me back on sending packs and getting collabs done....
ill be hung up over the next few days getting my computer back up and running......i have to go through all my files and recover as much as i can before i can start sending stuff out to peeps!
dont you just love computers!
GOOD NEWS
I can create videos again!!!!!!
Sometimes people ask me how many MOCs I have together at once.
It used to be just two or three. But since my collection has grown, I can keep more together for longer, so the slacker in me tends to do just that. There are fourteen on the desk right now, but that doesn't include my NCS MOC and several MOCs awaiting disassembly at my in-law's place.
Hangar 21 has worked out really well, as you can see. I've got four fighters crammed in there right now (three are the contest prizes). The other is a redux of the Nemo, which still needs some work.
Computer Science & Engineering student Dave Call and instructor Eric Karl working with newly donated equipment valued at around $500,000.
I have driven by this scene many times but have not seen a train in a good position.
As a side note, my computer has given up... editing is not as easy right now.
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I just got this laptop about a week ago and I love it! My parents bought this for me for school. lol, this will be one of the only times I will say this in my life...But...Thank you, school! It's a Windows 10 and it an awesome computer. It cost about $500, but I only contributed about $200 towards it.
This is my very first computer I have ever owned. For YEARS I had to use my dad's old computer to do everything, and it was so old that it couldn't update anymore and it was SUPER slow. Now I can do everything I've always wanted to do. I can play all of these popular games that everyone always talks about. Minecraft, Garry's Mod, Team Fortress (Just to name a few). I am very grateful to my parents for not only this, but my first phone that I got about a month ago, also for school. So...Um...Thanks parents! XD
Yes, I was for about one week, after all he is my son
Tommy and I could not even recognize him. The place,
yes but the boy, I had my doubts. This image is almost
the early 1962's, was in poor shape and took me several
hours to bring it back, so I could have been influenced
by the image of my baby son which still lives in my mind.
He is the University Professor with 3 Phds.! I will be
72 in July when doubt overcomes your mind, with ease,
and I was unable to sleep.
But, all of a sudden, the whole episode returns and work seems to fall back into place, then, I will not allow doubt
to overcome truth any longer.
Those who restore must build a true image, piece by
piece, and there comes a point when it all comes together
and work comes fast, with no doubt of the look and shape
of a final image. Then you look at the computer clock which shows 4:07:48 AM when you can no longer see for all is blurred, and you feel hungry!
Well, actually this a refinery, not a candy factory, but I used a little artistic license with the title...^+^
I'm missing all you Flickr guys out there! It ain't no fun living without a computer...especially when you like to take photos!!!
So this is one of the many timelapses im slowly getting round to editing. I think my computer actually hates me, so if anyone fancies a collaboration give me a shout!
6 second exposure
f2.8
15mm
iso3200
Kp index was a 4 if I remember correctly
This was taken where I was staying for a couple of night. I seemed to have struck gold as the weather held out for the majority of my trip. The building was an old fish warehouse the looked to be abandoned and into the distance is the small town of Seydisfjordur.
I can imagine the town used to be a busy little fishing community but now seems to rely heavily on tourism.
Still picturesque in it own little way.
In 2003, British philosopher Nick Bostrom published a paper that proposed the universe we live in might in fact really be a numerical computer simulation. To give this a bizarre Twilight Zone twist, he suggested that our far-evolved distant descendants might construct such a program to simulate the past and recreate how their remote ancestors lived.
He felt that such an experiment was inevitable for a supercivilization. If it didn't happen by now, then in meant that humanity never evolved that far and we're doomed to a short lifespan as a species, he argued.
As off-the-wall as this sounds, a team of physicists at the University of Washington (UW) recently announced that there is a potential test to seen if we actually live in The Lattice.
-from news.discovery.com/space/are-we-living-in-a-computer-simu...
He also has an equation (see Wikipedia) to calculate how many people are actually living in a virtual reality simulation.
Some people just have too much time on their hands.
Explore 19 Dec, 2012. Beset position #234
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At some point I had a keyboard to dispose of. Since it was only held together with screws, I decided to take it apart just because. I guess this construction is why it's no longer such a big deal if you spill a bit of your drink on the keyboard...the action might get a bit sticky but the circuits are not likely to be affected.
IIRC, these three layers of plastic were not wired in place at all - just lying inside the casing, under the keys. I still haven't figured out what to do with it, but I find it sort of fascinating.
Created accidently when combining wrong pictures to a HDR photo, really!
Strassenkreuzertreffen Kaunitz 2022
I posted this yesterday, but had to delete because there were a few things that I didn't notice that were driving me nuts (color and crop). Sorry to those who previously posted comments. I think this version is much better.
* Strangely, Flickr renders this image a bit differently than I have it on my computer. Mainly the degraded quality of the hair. Oh well, whatchagonna do?
after seeing the photo of 10mbyte computer it reminded me of a team of programmers I led in 1970. We had mini computers with 64 kilo bytes of memory. We wrote to operating system and applications to support 8+ users in assembler in re-entrant code. These minis were to be distributed around australia. Data storage was a 2mega byte removable disc!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
From our friend Ken