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Las singularidades climáticas que se dan en las Azores han servido para que las plantaciones de té en São Miguel sean uno de los atractivos turísticos que visitar en la isla.
De hecho, la peculiaridad es que São Miguel es el único lugar de Europa donde se cultiva esta planta foránea que tanto se consume en el mundo.
Históricamente el té ha sido motivo de conflictos pero también de pequeños placeres. Su consumo se origina en algún lugar de China hace miles de años pero no es hasta el siglo XVII cuando, con el comienzo las grandes exploraciones marítimas, comienza su expansión por Oriente y Europa.
Vasco da Gama fue quien abrió las rutas comerciales que facilitaron la entrada en Europa (y Portugal) de esta planta aromática. Desde ahí pasan algunos siglos hasta que llegan a São Miguel primero como planta ornamental y después como un cultivo extensivo aprovechando el buen clima de la isla.
La fábrica familiar de té de Porto Formoso es un lugar muy tranquilo que transmite mucha paz y es imprescindible tomar un té con miel y unas pastas y sentarse en la terraza tranquilamente mientras observas las vistas a los campos, al mar y a las hortensias.
Off I-90 near Snoqualmie Pass in Washington is Keechelus Lake, a natural lake that has an earth dam on its eastern shore that was built in the early 1900's to control the flow of water going into the Yakima River, which is a tributary to the Columbia River. Most of what I could find online seems to speculate that the trees on the western (note: There's actually stumps all around the lake, but the majority are on the western side.) side of the lake were cut down, rather than have them die when the dammed lake is full of water. Apparently the cold water over so many years has preserved, or petrified the stumps. I think they're beautiful, and yet somewhat disturbing at the same time. I've been wanting to photograph them for several years, so my last time through the area I parked and took some pictures. I'll be posting a closer view of the stumps sometime soon. For now here's a shot of the western stump area, the lake isn't shown, but is out of the frame to the left.
The Red-winged blackbird was repeatedly dive-bombing the Sandhill Crane. Perhaps the crane was moving too close to the blackbird's nest. Eventually though, even though the crane didn't move far, the blackbird stopped with its harassment, so I dunno...
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We all have our own ways of resolving conflict, here's mine.
This is the first shot I've worked a solid 5 hours on, from getting the outfit right, to the pose, to the prep work, to choosing the windlight and getting the sky and shadows just right, to the finishing touches, I spent forever perfecting it!
Jackson Pollock might have been proud of what a turbulent conflictive sea produced with a small heart in the middle.
Abandonded hotel in Croatia - The Grand Hotel. Built in 1919 it was part of the "Army" resort of Kupari just south of Dubrovnik. The whole resort was looted and then phosphorus bombed during the Homeland War of Independence and has been abandonded ever since.
In life we always encounter this crossroads, we stop and we analyze each path.
Is not easy, sometimes we need to take a dark path to let us reach the unknown beauty of our destiny...
The true is that you will never know the destination of the other path, because you had the free will of not walking on it.
Never stop to think on the "what if?"... they are useless, because the path will never be the same of the decision time you left behind...
This is an image photographed by my friend Michael Williams and I thought unusual enough to be displayed. After looking at many images in this sequence, this knock down drag out conflict was obviously about dominance with mating as the end result. You have to admire the way their feathers bristle showing their high state of excitement.
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CSX H761-20 is northbound through Perrysburg as it rounds the curve approaching CP Perry through the mid-morning remnants over an overnight snowfall that left freshly greening Spring trees flocked with white. Perrysburg, OH 4/21/21
It was 7:33 in the morning when I took this photo of this fiery sunrise over Madrid. As I looked at it, enjoying these vibrant colors, I couldn't resist thinking about our world and the wonderful creations made by God.
In these dark and troubling times, when we face the risk of global war, it seems as if the human being has not learned from past destructive conflicts between nations or religions. I can't understand why such selfish and terrible people can exist in this world. We have many natural treasures, we have a wide variety of enriching cultures, different climates, an exceptional nature and animal kingdom to enjoy.
Once again, the ambition and supremacy of some over others, intend to install fear among humans. It is something really inexplicable, even more in the XXI century.
From Madrid I send all my support and solidarity to the Ukrainian people who are forced to leave their homes, to flee their country or suffer constant attacks by the Russian army. Like all the inhabitants in this world, they deserve to live in peace, with their children, with their hobbies, with their work, with their lives...
Hopefully we can see that this new nightmare ends as soon as possible, avoiding human suffering and restoring peace throughout the world.
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Have a great Thursday, and let us pray for the children and families suffering from these regrettable attacks 🇺🇦💛💙
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Ardiente amanecer del jueves, Madrid, España
Eran las 7:33 de la mañana cuando tomé esta foto de este amanecer de fuego sobre Madrid. Mientras lo miraba, disfrutando de sus vibrantes colores, no pude resistirme a pensar en nuestro mundo y en las maravillosas creaciones hechas por Dios.
En estos tiempos oscuros y preocupantes, cuando nos enfrentamos al riesgo de una guerra global, parece como si el ser humano no hubiera aprendido de pasados conflictos destructivos entre naciones o religiones. No puedo entender por qué pueden existir sujetos tan egoístas y terribles en este mundo. Tenemos muchos tesoros naturales, tenemos una gran variedad de culturas enriquecedoras, diferentes climas, una naturaleza y un reino animal excepcionales para disfrutar.
Una vez más, la ambición y la supremacía de unos sobre otros, pretenden instalar el miedo entre los humanos. Es algo realmente inexplicable, más aún en pleno siglo XXI.
Desde Madrid envío todo mi apoyo y comprensión a las personas ucranianas que se ven obligadas a abandonar sus hogares, a huir de su país o sufren los constantes ataques del ejército ruso. Como todos los habitantes de este mundo, merecen vivir en paz, con sus hijos, con sus aficiones, con su trabajo, con sus vidas...
Ojalá podamos ver que esta nueva pesadilla termine lo antes posible, evitando el sufrimiento humano y recuperando la paz en todo el mundo.
Mejor visualizar en grande.
Que tengan un excelente jueves, y recemos por los niños y familias que sufren estos lamentables ataques 🇺🇦💛💙
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EL MILAGRO DE EMPEL
El llamado Milagro de Empel fue un suceso acaecido el 7 y 8 de diciembre de 1585, a raíz del cual la Inmaculada Concepción fue proclamada patrona de los Tercios españoles y actual Infantería española.
De acuerdo con la tradición, el 7 de diciembre de 1585, el Tercio del Maestre de Campo Francisco de Bobadilla (compuesta por unos cinco mil hombres) combatía durante la Guerra de los Ochenta Años en la isla de Bommel, situada entre los ríos Mosa y Waal, bloqueado por completo por la escuadra del almirante Holak [Hohenlohe]. La situación era desesperada para los Tercios Españoles pues, además del estrechamiento del cerco había que sumarle la escasez de víveres y ropas secas.
El jefe enemigo propuso entonces una rendición honrosa pero la respuesta española fue clara: «Los infantes españoles prefieren la muerte a la deshonra. Ya hablaremos de capitulación después de muertos». Ante tal respuesta, Holak [Hohenlohe] recurrió a un método harto utilizado en ese conflicto: abrir los diques de los ríos para inundar el campamento enemigo. Pronto no quedó más tierra firme que el montecillo de Empel, donde se refugiaron los soldados del Tercio.
En ese crítico momento, de acuerdo con la tradición, un soldado del Tercio cavando una trinchera tropezó con un objeto de madera allí enterrado. Era una tabla flamenca con la imagen de la Inmaculada Concepción.
Anunciado el hallazgo, colocaron la imagen en un improvisado altar y el Maestre Bobadilla, considerando el hecho como señal de la protección divina, instó a sus soldados a luchar encomendándose a la Virgen Inmaculada:
Este tesoro tan rico que descubrieron debajo de la tierra fue un divino nuncio del bien, que por intercesión de la Virgen María, esperaban en su bendito día.
Según indica la citada tradición, un viento completamente inusual e intensamente frío se desató aquella noche helando las aguas del río Mosa. Los españoles, marchando sobre el hielo atacaron por sorpresa a la escuadra enemiga al amanecer del día 8 de diciembre y obtuvieron una victoria tan completa que, según dichas versiones, el almirante Holak [Hohenlohe] llegó a decir: «Tal parece que Dios es español al obrar, para mí, tan grande milagro».
Aquel mismo día, entre vítores y aclamaciones, la Inmaculada Concepción es proclamada patrona de los Tercios de Flandes e Italia. Así es como se convierte la Inmaculada Concepción en patrona de la actual Infantería Española.
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Trump doesn't like the fact that some provisions of the Iran nuclear treaty expire in seven years, so he backs out of it, which means those provisions expire immediately. What a mental dwarf! It's really only because the treaty was negotiated under the Obama administration, sorta like the ACA.
Let's be very clear: It's one thing to say a peace treaty is bad. It's very much another to rip it apart with no better idea, no plan, no negotiation, no expertise, no allies and no ultimate goal except perhaps starting another serious conflict -- and that's already happening. The guy is an idiot, that thinks he's a genius.
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Boy & Erik Stappaerts, 2 Conflict Paintings + Color Method in 7 Layers, in Koninklijk Museum voor Schone Kunsten Antwerpen
When you live in a crowded neighborhood, you have seem conflicts with your neighbors...here are two examples from St Augustine Rookery. One frame.
The city is cutting the wildflowers at the Delores Fenwick Nature Center in Pearland, Texas, while photographers are sighting the rookery in Spring nesting season.
From time to time I go back to my Central Asia pictures. I still have so many nice shots from that wonderful journey that I made in 2019. This image was taken in Baku at the Heydar Aliyev Cultural Center. An impressive piece of architecture.
I also have a nice panorama of this building, but I chose this one since it shows the contrast between modern day life in big cities and the natural environment that is every where under big pressure of our ever growing human population.
In my travels I have seen so much destruction that I am very pessimistic about the future of mankind. Our ever growing hunger for metals will demolish large parts of the world, and that is only one of the many threats to the natural environment, that world that I really love.
20 September 2019 I came back from my journey over a part of the Silk Road to and through Central Asia. 4 months of traveling through 14 countries (Germany, Austria, Hungary, Romania, Turkey, Georgia, Azerbaijan, Kazakhstan, Kirgizstan, Tajikistan, Uzbekistan, Turkmenistan, Iran) before I flew home from Teheran. An impressive journey in countries that are extremely beautiful, with lovely and welcoming people and diverse cultures and history.
Intense traveling with more than 20000 kilometers in our mobile home on sometimes roads that hardly could be called that way. We saw many villages and cities (some wonderful, others very ugly), countries that are transforming from the old Soviet era into something more related to older cultures and the way people live, often funded by oil readily available around the Caspian sea. We saw the amazing mountains south of the Black Sea, the wonderful Caucasus, and the high mountains in the far east close to China with peaks over 7000 meter, and not to forget the (Bulgarian) Alps!
We crossed the great steppe of Kazakhstan. a drive of at least 5000 km, the remnants of lake Aral, once one of the biggest lakes of the world, saw a rocket launch from Baikonur (this little part is Russian owned), we crossed many high mountains passes, and drove the breathtaking canyon that comes from the Pamir, beginning at ca 4500 meter, and going down for ca. 400km to an altitude of 1300 meter, driving for 100's of kilometers along the Afghan border.
And then the numerous lakes with all sorts of different colors from deep cobalt blue to turquoise, and one rare spectacle in Turkmenistan where a gas crater is burning already for more than 40 years. And finally and certainly not the least to mention an enormous amount of wonderful, hospitable and welcoming people. The woman often dressed in wonderful dresses, and bringing a lot of color in the streets of almost of all countries we visited.
Appearance can "say a lot" in this case "DON'T MESS WITH ME".
However - a quiet peaceful moment on Remembrance Sunday. Many of us have associations with friends or loved ones that served or died in conflicts.
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With no confliction I summon the dark ones 👿
I DEMAND you with vengeance - Come to me you fucking demons and beasts…. I am not afraid, you cannot hurt me, you cannot break what is already broken! I am ready, eagerly here waiting for your arrival, bowing gracefully in your presence welcoming and greeting you with open arms honoring my commitment, offering myself freely without resistance so do as you must - UNRESTRAINED
Torment my disdain soul, taunt my spirit and demented mind as I am a sinner for I could not protect nor save him.... Thirstily torture me with lustful sadistic desires – Suspend me with chains and hooks through my skull, ears, eyes, nose, cheeks and dermis...
Lacerate, stab, beat, choke, bite, scratch, pick, gouge, lash, feed off and burn blistering my organic flesh leaving only bone as the flaming lipids drip quenching Gaîa as I deserve it then dribble toxic corrosive cocktails from your mouth into my open wounds off your tongue…. Watch me in delight as I wallow in my hallucinations, delusions, distortions, noise, insanity and numbness contemplating while drowning in my failures…. I can take it, I will OWN it, you will not see me quiver nor flinch.... I will unconditionally beseech for more each and every time you swipe inflicting on me OVER and OVER and OVER again
Swipe taking your best shots with full force and no holding back as I will come searching for, hunting you in the dark whispers of a celestial night standing in the shadows at the very gates of hell where I announce my presence with wailing GRROWWLLLZ while making my way through the labyrinth crawling on my bleeding cursed hands and knees dragging my persecuted feet in shame to the depths of your lair where time stands still for eternity unleashing my wrath.... Corners pinning you down into the deep gritty earth of consumed souls with my foot as I tare your fucking tail off with my bare hands shoving it down your throat feeding it to you whole, allowing you to breathe solely through your nostrils while taking in overwhelming contentment watching you wide eyed with dilated pupils as you gag, splatter and choke…. Slowly peeling the scales off your body one by one with my fingernails watching in amusement as they weep.... Using your horns as reins while chewing through your thoracic anatomy with clotted blood dribbling down my face, neck and all over my torso as my GRROWWLLLZ echo off the chamber walls and throughout the labyrinth while looking deep into your soul through the window of your besieged eyes begging me for redemption as I drink in sacrifice warm foaming blood with every last heartbeat from your squirting aorta punishing you for all my failures and sins if you fail your calling and duty
Revive me each time when I fade to die as there is no glory in death without a journey full of suffering and pain, I seek retribution and wish to have consciousness while relishing in your inflictions 🔪🔪🔪 upon me
GRROWWLLLZ
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Craters of the Moon National Monument in Idaho is a tough place to photograph for me. The colors are there, but they're subtle. Contrast, if you're not careful (well, if I'm not careful) can get out of control pretty quickly.
I was excited to visit again (this was my fourth or fifth time), but was mixed about photographing it. I haven't developed most of the photos from that time, but here is one of them.
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'Confliction'
Camera: Mamiya RB67
Film: Kodak Tri-X at 1600
Process: HC-110B; 16min
Idaho
July 2025