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Peru's capital Lima has a modern seaside disctrict called Miraflores. It is where all the fortunate locals and tourists flock to enjoy expensive shopping, high profile restaurants, state of the art movie theaters and lattes with an ocean view.
The ocean view is all I could concentrate on.
Why is it that they built a 10 millions people city on the edge of colossal, sandy, fragile cliffs just off the crashing waves of the hopefully Pacific Ocean?
Anyway, given the right foreground, the perpective on the ocean that's well below our feet has something magical. Thank you upscale shopping mall that has nothing to do here.
Ambling down the right-of-way that once carried Lake Superior & Ishpeming trains to the Humboldt and Republic iron ore mines before the 1980s, the Mineral Range’s Humboldt Turn nears the job’s namesake location. After decades of abandonment, a small portion of the track was re-laid in the mid-2010s from Humboldt Junction (located on the former DSS&A mainline) to the Humboldt plant. The plant was repurposed to process ore brought in by truck from Big Bay into nickel and copper concentrate that would be shipped out by rail.
The Red Notebooks No 3 and No 4 unfurled this morning, both measure four metres long. Books 1-2 are currently on show in Bampton. Book No 4 concentrates more on the forest ground level and features some thickets and bushes. Partly based on Simon's Wood Crowthorne, Berkshire. Some of these may week feature as a part of Oxford City Artweeks in May 2016, space and security allowing (as they are fragile and may not be easy to display.)
“We concentrate not on what is seen but on what is not seen, since things seen are temporary, but things not seen are eternal.” - Apostle Paul
„Csak ne a láthatóra, hanem a láthatatlanra szegezzük tekintetünket. A látható ugyanis ideig tartó, a láthatatlan viszont örök.” – Pál apostol
For the first time this year, the Coyotes in VanDusen Gardens were out in the open on my watch. This one was using the post to hide behind. Captured with my Canon Powershot.
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Bottles of Merlot, I can't stand up now
Boy, you got me feeling so weak
Your ocean was drowning me, arms wrapped around me
Now I'm getting in too deep, not falling 'cause I want to
Baby, you keep pushing me
Don't love you 'cause I need to
But it's everything you doin' to me, yeah
Make music when you're moanin', from night until the morning
Just tell me when you're ready
And I'mma paint your body with my lips
Baby, I'll do anything you want
Lock me down like I'm your slave
'Cause ooh, when you're done with me
I can't even concentrate, concentrate ooh
I can't even concentrate, no eh yeah
Drag of a cigarette, sheets are all soaking wet
Coldplay on the radio
You keep running through my head
Wanna do it again, we can take it nice and slow
concentrating on the balance ... out on a little trip to a different park, lots of sniffings for him, and some posings for me :-)
black & white & square with Biscuit
I do love street photography, that candid moment when someone is busy concentrating and is lost in the moment, maybe she is also practising some street work?
I've been trying to finish this painting for so long, but for some reason i can not concentrate! ^_^
The concentration of the Osprey is obvious with its eyes firmly focused on the prize in the shape of a nice 2lb trout in the lochin,moments before it broke the water surface,another great morning at Gordon Mcleods hide in Aviemore.
If you can clearly see the bill of this bird you know immediately that it's a Crossbill. We have two species in North America. The other is White-winged, but is it typically found along our border with Canada and northward. this one is clearly an advanced juvenile male. At this time of year I concentrate my photo activity on the juvenile birds. (The birding public needs more of these juvie images, and excursions to this high-mountain habitat are uncommon for most birders.) The young birds' patterns are changing very rapidly, and they're often an ID challenge. A few days difference in age is often discernible. The upper mandible of this bird is crossed over the lower to the bird's right... however, other Crossbills mandibles are just as likely to cross in the opposite direction. They do have a continued presence with this preference however... eventually resulting in fixed grooves.
IMG_0130; Red Crossbill
had a laugh while shooting this one... this boy, thoughtfully looking at feet rising out of the water... made my day ;)
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Having spotted a squirrel in the tree the leopard concentrates on his potential meal whilst sharpening its nails on the log Taken in Okavango Delta, Botswana
This Amsterdam cyclist appears to be quite concentrated on her task. But the cyclists are not the only ones who must concentrate. Pedestrians beware!
I composed this image while walking the streets of Amsterdam, a city of bridges and bikes. For those interested in the history of the bicycle in Amsterdam, further information is presented below.
Anyone who has ever tried to make their way through the centre of Amsterdam in a car knows it: the city is owned by cyclists. They hurry in swarms through the streets, unbothered by traffic rules, taking precedence whenever they want, rendering motorists powerless by their sheer numbers.
Cyclists rule in Amsterdam and great pains have been taken to accommodate them: the city is equipped with an elaborate network of cycle-paths and lanes, so safe and comfortable that even toddlers and elderly people use bikes as the easiest mode of transport.
The Dutch take this for granted; they even tend to believe these cycle-paths have existed since the beginning of time. But that is certainly not the case. There was a time, in the 1950s and 60s, when cyclists were under severe threat of being expelled from Dutch cities by the growing number of cars. Only thanks to fierce activism would Amsterdam succeed in becoming what it is, unquestionably, now: the bicycle capital of the world.
At the start of the 20th century, bikes far outnumbered cars in Dutch cities and the bicycle was considered a respectable mode of transport for men and women. But when the Dutch economy began to boom in the post-war era, more and more people were able to afford cars, and urban policymakers came to view the car as the travel mode of the future. Entire Amsterdam neighbourhoods were destroyed to make way for motorised traffic. The use of bikes decreased by 6% every year, and the general idea was that bicycles would eventually disappear altogether.
All that growing traffic took its toll. The number of traffic casualties rose to a peak of 3,300 deaths in 1971. More than 400 children were killed in traffic accidents that year.This staggering loss led to protests by different action groups, the most memorable of which was Stop de Kindermoord (“stop the child murder”).
The 1970s were a great time for being angry in Holland: activism and civil disobedience were rampant. Stop de Kindermoord grew rapidly and its members held bicycle demonstrations, occupied accident blackspots, and organised special days during which streets were closed to allow children to play safely.
Stop de Kindermoord became subsidised by the Dutch government, established its headquarters in a former shop, and went on to develop ideas for safer urban planning – which eventually resulted in the woonerf: a new kind of people-friendly street with speed bumps and bends to force cars to drive very slowly.
Two years after Stop de Kindermoord was established, another group of activists founded the First Only Real Dutch Cyclists’ Union to demand more space for bicycles in the public realm – organising bike rides along dangerous stretches of road, and compiling inventories of the problems encountered by cyclists.
“First we would be arrested by the police, of course, but then the whole thing would be in the newspapers and municipal politicians would eventually listen. We had a great fighting spirit and we knew how to voice our ideas. And in the end, we would get our bicycle lane. Even in the 70s, you know, there were politicians who understood that the general focus on cars would eventually cause problems.”
She could deal with constantly forgetting her shopping list, and she'd made a habit of writing down where she'd parked her car, each and every time. But in her mid-60s, Joan's memory problems started costing her independence.
"She wanted to think she was just getting older, but her fear is that it is Alzheimer's."
Annoying senior moments are the result of a decline in brain activity that shows up in your 50s and affects most people older than age 65.
Forgetting people's names, where you left your keys, or what you were doing a moment ago are normal. But forgetting the name of a family member or what those keys are used for is a sign of more serious problems.
Lifelong learning: Acquiring a new skill, whether it's dancing, sudoku or skydiving, helps sharpen your ability to pay attention. The effects extend beyond the task at hand: Solving a puzzle can improve your ability to concentrate while driving.
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Candid street shot, Wellington, Somerset, UK.
Explored 24-07-2018.
It is those who concentrate on but one thing at a time who advance in this world. The great man or woman is the one who never steps outside his or her specialty or foolishly dissipates his or her individuality.
Og Mandino
Model : Khallid Al Heddi
Place : Holiday Inn Downtown - Kuwait (My room)