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My daughter Christine on the beach. I am so excited, after many visits to Dingle, I have decided to go to Beara later this year. I've been there once before, many years ago with my family, and we fell totally in love with the beauty and quietness of the place. The roads are too narrow for tourbusses, so I love that! I'll be staying in Allihies for 10 days. Something to look forward to!
Its so long since I have done such a long drive as yesterday, and this morning I suffered a migraine that has gone on all day! Its been a peaceful but painful day watching the clouds scudding across the sky, while Peter and Baxter have been enjoying themselves with his daughter. These tulips were being sold at Daylesford last time I was there - so pretty!!
Head:
Crown - {Fantasy world} - Diadem "Stone of soul "
Hair - TRUTH HAIR Heloisa
Cosmetics:
Absinthe - snowflake gift
[REVERIE] Skye Eyeliner [BOM] GIFT
[REVERIE] Eyeliner Set [Lelutka EvoX & BOM]
Fewness - Star Light Lipstick
Body effect:
!Musa! Tintable Limbs Tattoo
Misteria - Body Glitter Gift
BLAXIUM -Precioux Body Shine
!13ACT - Body Sparks
Decorations:
::Static:: Frostbitten {Diamond}
LUEUR // L // - Diamond - Bento Nails
Сlothing:
Web Dew ::WD:: Corset Virginia - White
{Fantasy world} Tenderness garter
Item in hand:
.EscalateD. Snowy Snowflake
Aura:
-Elemental- 'Snow Effects'
The mother is thinking: " - She was such a naughty child complete opposite to the old brothers... "- I love her because she's my daughter, but she hasn't changed... " - I'm old and without patience... "
Italian artists (Imaginarius – International Street Theatre Festival of Santa Maria da Feira)
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I am my mother's savage daughter
The one who runs barefoot
Cursing sharp stones
I am my mother's savage daughter
I will not cut my hair
I will not lower my voice... ♫
Another sneak peek of a part of my new project, which will hopefully be open next week(end). I can't wait to share it with you! 💗
Giant Wild Goose Pagoda – a seven-story monumental Buddhist pagoda in Xi’an. This photo was taken at the end of the day, when almost all the tourists had left. I was lucky that these two ladies (I imagine a mother and daughter) walked into the frame. They kicked me out of the complex a few minutes later…
Italian
La Grande Pagoda dell’Oca Selvatica – e' una monumentale pagoda Buddhista di sette piani situata a Xi’an. Questa foto è stata scattata alla fine della giornata, quando quasi tutti i turisti se ne erano andati. Sono stato fortunato che queste due donne (immagino madre e figlia) siano entrate nell’inquadratura. Mi hanno cacciato dal complesso pochi minuti dopo…
We no longer bare our old name, we bare a new name. We are no longer slaves, but we are free. We are no longer condemned, but we are saved. We have been given a new name. We are called sons & daughters of the KING! We do not wear our prison clothes any longer, for we have been clothed in righteousness and will reign with Him in glory. No longer are you a sinner, but you are a saint! Rejoice dear Christian, for the day is coming when our KING will return and He will judge all of the wickedness of the world. We have been freed from the power of sin, but soon we will be freed from the existence of sin. The ruler of lawlessness the devil will be thrown into the eternal lake of fire and his power shall be no more. The demons will be thrown in with him and all doers of lawlessness will be judged and we as sons and daughters will remain with the KING in a Kingdom free from all sin and all of its affects. Take courage, we will be with Him soon!
IMPORTANT: for non-pro users who read the info on a computer, just enlarge your screen to 120% (or more), then the full text will appear below the photo with a white background - which makes reading so much easier.
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.
A couple of months ago, we decided to take Lucky and Lara out to the mountain. As I was driving in a very remote area I saw a little dog walking on her own in the middle of the road. She seemed very tired! I stopped the car and I called her to come to me. She came and it was like she knew me for ever. I gave her water to drink and I was not going to leave her there no matter what! We took her home and after contacting the police (just in case somebody had reported her missing) and a check up in the vet's, we decided that the little dog was about to become the latest member of our family. We named her Tina.
Days went by and Tina was very happy with us. In no time she got on with Lucky & Lara and everything was just fine.
The thing is though Tina had a little secret that we found out on April the 2nd... She gave birth to two beautiful little puppies. The one is a male and the other a female.
Tina and the puppies are doing very well! They get all our love and attention and no matter what we will make sure that the puppies will have the best life possible even if that means that they will have to stay with us!
In this photograph is Tina with her daughter and it was taken on April the 4th.
Shot of Olivia inside the house, just window light here.
Kind of scary when you take pics of your Kids and see them as a child yet in the picture you can see them as much older sometimes-how do you stop them growing up :-) :-)
Shot: 1/100th sec @ f2.8, 185mm, ISO 800
This will probably be my only upload before Christmas (been crazy busy lately with little flickr time),so have a very good Christmas all.
For an art-project at school my daughter got this huge "model", its standing in the living room (for how long..........;-))
Anyway, she got downstairs this morning, and she is her usual grumpy self, I was taking pics of the doll, and she hugged it!
Quite like the compo, lol!
This is my 13 year old daughter. She has had really bad eye infections over the past few days, but I managed to get her to sit and let me take a couple of shots of her!!
after 2 years, without coming to Brazil, my daughter arrived from Australia. I'll stay with her until November, when she'll be back. See you soon my lovely friends!!!
I am making a bit of an assumption with the title but these two oriental pied hornbill (anthracoceros albirostris) were both females and often seen together. Photographed on Hat Yao Noi, Phang Nga, Thailand.
This is my 14 year old daughter given the I'm not smiling look, and how I'm fed up with you taking my picture!!
A mother with her daughter in Jhalrapatan.
In Explore #299 on April 15, 2023.
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"Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. " ~Joseph Addison
My daughter , Daisy , asked for a canon ixus for christmas. She is so used to watching me with a camera she certainly has a feel for 'seeing' a shot - this being one I was particularly impressed with. Daisy is 8 !
Daisy Root is rhyming slang for boot !