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The National Museum of Scotland, Edinburgh, Scotland, was formed in 2006 with the merger of the new Museum of Scotland, with collections relating to Scottish antiquities, culture and history, and the adjacent Royal Museum (so renamed in 1995), with collections covering science and technology, natural history, and world cultures. The two connected buildings stand beside each other on Chambers Street, by the intersection with the George IV Bridge, in central Edinburgh. The museum is part of National Museums Scotland. Admission is free.
A scene of everyday life. A bus stop, all distant, all connected virtually. The distance gets longer
I've wanted to try some different locations along this road for a while. Taken in a series of photos, merged together to increase the amount of traffic.
This is the USB-C cable from my rugged LaCie hard drive. I was going to shoot the rubberised drive itself, but it didn’t quiet have the ‘minimal’ vibe I was after. I got a weird light flare effect from the metal bit that I kind of liked so decided to play on this for the shot.
HMM!
Macro Mondays "Connections"
HMM :)
Smile on Saturday" and " lines and stripes"
HSoS :)
These are cables found in the depths of the drawers of my husband. More photos and description in the photostream...
It is not just an electrical connection. For me also means emotional connection... It's the relationship with my beloved husband, it's the awareness that I can always count on him. He helps and motivates me for action. Whenever I look at photos from my album, especially the technical ones, I feel the gratitude for his suport :)
Thank You all for faves and comments :)
Thank you all dear friends for the visit, comments and faves!
Obrigada a todos queridos amigos pela visita e comentários!
Again, a portrait from Caroline. Our third photo session. This time we walked around in the city center of The Hague and concentrated on backlight and bokeh. This photo was taken in the palace garden. Thank you Caroline, it was a fun afternoon. Glad that I can post it.
Even though we have distance there is a connection
We are all in this together and need to make the best out of it for us all
No time for being selfish
Other than taking care of yourself
By doing that you are taking care of us all
#sliderssunday
#Shocktober
#Halloween
Creepy encounter with the Bogeyman. Or maybe the Boogie Man? Because who says abandoned sanatoriums must be creepy places haunted by the poor souls of the people who once had been treated there? The artists that have decorated a wing of one of the many buildings of this long abandoned lung sanatorium nearby Berlin must have believed the latter, because almost all of the art there is horror-themed, just like this enormous creature consisting of branches (Blair Witch, anyone?). But, wait a minute... There are branches, but there are also cables, and coloured light bulbs. Party lights! And seriously, can a creature who partly consists of colourful party lights be evil? Just imagine him all lit up like a Christmas Tree ;)
This reminded me of an anecdote my mother, magrit k., once had heard during a guided tour at Beelitz Heilstätten (another old, but no longer abandoned sanatorium also nearby Berlin). And that anecdote gives rise to doubts that these sanatoriums were per se sad places, places of pain and suffering: Back in the day (at the end of the 19th / beginning of the 20th century), as you might have guessed, men's and women's dormitories were strictly seperated from each other. But that didn't stop the patients from finding ways to visit each other at night. How? At one point, someone had found access to the underground logistic passages which connected the entire building complex. Those passages were off-limits for the patients, of course, but has "off-limits" ever stopped anyone? So, at least for some time, there there must have been quite a busy nightlife with regular, merry get-togethers among the patients, before the hospital's management noticed what was going on, and put an end to those "indecencies" by locking the passages for anyone except authorised personnel ;)
So maybe also this sanatorium isn't haunted by lost souls, but the spirits that linger there are of a good-natured, happy kind instead. And the creature in my photo isn't the Bogeyman, but DJ Boogie Man. So let the fun begin :)
HSS, Everyone!
Bi-Ba Butzemann
Gut, nachts im Dunkeln, womöglich noch ganz allein, möchte ich dieser schauerlichen Zweig-Kreatur (die Blair Witch lässt grüßen), die ich 2018 bei einem Fotowalk mit Flickr-Freunden in einem Gebäude einer verlassenen Lungenheilstätte bei Berlin (nicht Beelitz) gefunden hatte, nicht begegnen. Vielleicht ist sie aber gar nicht so furchterregend, wie sie auf den ersten Blick aussieht? Denn wenn man genauer hinsieht, merkt man, dass der Körper dieses Butzemanns nicht nur aus Zweigen, sondern auch aus Kabeln und bunten Glühlampen besteht. Und eine bunte Party-Lichterkette ist doch so ziemlich das Gegenteil von furchterregend, oder?
Und wer sagt eigentlich, dass in verlassenen Heilstätten auf ewig die verlorenen Seelen der armen ehemaligen "Insassen" herumspuken? Vielleicht spuken sie ja herum, haben aber ihren Spaß dabei? Das lässt zumindest eine Anekdote vermuten, die meine Mutter (magrit k.) mal bei einer Führung durch die ehemalige Lungenheilstätte Beelitz erzählt bekommen hatte: Zur Glanzeit von Beelitz, Ende des 19. / Anfang des 20. Jhdt., waren die Schlafsäle von Männlein und Weiblein natürlich brav voneinander getrennt, handelte es sich doch schließlich um ein anständiges Haus. Was allerdings die Patienten nicht davon abhielt, sich des Nachts gegenseitigen Besuch abzustatten. Wie? Irgendjemand hatte wohl mal die – fahrlässigerweise unverschlossenen, aber natürlich nicht öffentlichen – Versorgungsgänge unterhalb der Gebäude entdeckt. Beelitz muss also eine zeitlang ein recht reges Nacht- und Partyleben gehabt haben. Bis zu dem Zeitpunkt, als jemand von der Krankenhausleitung das bunte Treiben bemerkt und dafür gesorgt hatte, dass die Versorgungsgänge nunmehr stets verschlossen zu sein hatten.
Vielleicht ist also dieser Butzemann gar keine finstere Kreatur, sondern ein fideler DJ, der zur Geisterstunde die Platten zur allnächtlichen Sanatoriumsparty auflegt. Wie heißt es schon im bekannten, evtl. bis dato falsch interpretierten Kinderlied: "Es tanzt ein Bi-Ba-Butzemann in unserm Haus herum, fidebum. (...) Er rüttelt sich, er schüttelt sich (...), es tanzt ein Bi-Ba-Butzemann in unserm Haus herum." Vielleicht haben wir hier gerade wieder einen Mythos entzaubert ;)
♥˙ǝldoǝd ǝʌıʇɐǝɹɔ ɥɔns ɟo pʍoɹɔ ɐ uı ʇsol ƃuıǝq ǝʌol ǝʌol ı puɐ ɹʞɔılɟ ʇɐ ǝɹǝɥ uoıʇɐɹıdsuı ɥɔnɯ ooooos sı ǝɹǝɥʇ ˙ʇı ʎɹʇ oʇ ʇuɐʍ ı ʇnq uıɐƃɐ ʇoɥs éɥɔılɔ `ɥɐǝʎ
What I meant to say was, yeah, cliché shot again but I want to try it. There is sooooo much inspiration here at Flickr and I love love being lost in a crowd of such creative people.♥
Happppy Monday guys.<3