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Vue aérienne du parc olympique de Montréal prise à partir de l’avion, lors d'un vol entre Francfort en Allemagne et l’aéroport Pierre-Élliott-Trudeau à Montréal au Canada.
La grande surface verte adjacente au parc olympique représente le Jardin botanique et le parc Maisonneuve.
En arrière-plan, on peut voir le fleuve Saint-Laurent, les ponts reliant l'île de Montréal à la rive sud ainsi que les îles Notre-Dame et Sainte-Hélène qui ont été réaménagées dans le cadre de l'Expo 67, l'exposition internationale dont Montréal fut l'hôte à l'été 1967.
Le titre de ma photo s'inspire des paroles de la populaire chanson de Robert Charlebois "Je reviendrai à Montréal" présentée dans le video suivant qui montre de très belles images de Montréal en hiver: youtu.be/K6FqfK3Q0Vg?si=kIAqdvaV95h1sjQP
Le Stade olympique est un stade omnisports couvert d'une capacité de 56 000 places, pouvant être aménagé jusqu'à une capacité de 65 000 places. Conçu par l'architecte français Roger Taillibert à la demande du maire Jean Drapeau, le Stade avait pour mandat d'accueillir les Jeux olympiques d'été de 1976 dans un premier temps, puis les Expos de Montréal par la suite, qui y ont séjourné à partir de 1977, jusqu'à leur départ, en 2004. Sa tour de 165 mètres de haut, soutenant 75 % de la charge du toit, est la plus haute structure inclinée au monde et elle comporte un funiculaire qui permet de rejoindre un observatoire.
Édifice emblématique de la ville de Montréal, il demeure controversé, étant vu à la fois comme un chef-d’œuvre d'architecture et comme un éléphant blanc. Surnommé en anglais le « Big O » en référence à sa forme vue de haut, c'est le plus grand stade du Canada. Depuis 2012 c'est le stade hivernal de l'Impact de Montréal.
Situé au cœur du Parc olympique de Montréal, le Stade olympique fait partie d'un ensemble d'équipements, comprenant la Tour de Montréal, le Centre sportif, les esplanades extérieures, ainsi qu'un vaste stationnement intérieur de près de 4 000 places. L'espace à la base de la tour abrite le Centre sportif du Parc olympique et le plus grand centre aquatique au Canada, équipé de gymnases, de salles de musculation et de sept piscines.
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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.
About the 1934 LaSalle
In the 1920’s, General Motors (GM) competed against Ford’s “one size fits all” approach by building “a car for every purse and purpose.” GM’s Cadillac had become the market leader in both prestige and price. The LaSalle, first designed in 1927 by the talented Harley Earl, was the model to fit between the Cadillac and Oldsmobile brands. Following the success of the early LaSalle, Alfred P. Sloan, head of GM, promoted Earl to head a new design office: GM’s “Art and Color Section.” However, success began to wane as the Great Depression wreaked havoc on LaSalle sales.
In 1933 the LaSalle was scheduled for termination. Earl spotted an aircraft-inspired design on the drawing board of Jules Agramonte, a member of the Art and Color team. Immediately motivated, Earl and his team redesigned the LaSalle with new Art Deco features such as the tall, narrow front grill, pontoon fenders, biplane bumpers, portholes, chevrons, and chrome accents. Earl had a full-scale mockup built, and presented it to GM executives, proclaiming, “Gentlemen, if you decide to discontinue the LaSalle, this is the car you are not going to build.” GM quickly agreed to manufacture the beautiful new LaSalle, convinced it would revive sales and add excitement to their product line.
The 1934 LaSalle shared many aspects of its build with the Oldsmobile including, straight-8 engine components, frame, and transmission. Both cars also featured new, hydraulic brakes and a revolutionary independent front suspension, which Cadillac did not yet have. The LaSalle team was tasked with reducing production costs by 1/3 — a feat they achieved by sharing parts across model lines. The LaSalle was a design masterpiece, advertised as “the newest car in the world,” and was the pace car for the 1934 Indianapolis 500. LaSalle sales doubled for 1934 and continued to grow through 1936; however, as the US began to rise from the depths of the Depression, consumer demand trended away from such cars, toward smaller, less expensive brand models. By 1940, GM had finally conceded, cancelling production of the LaSalle.
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My † Alfie , nearly 10 years ago.
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“Perhaps one reason we are fascinated by cats is because such a small animal can contain so much independence, dignity, and freedom of spirit. Unlike the dog, the cat’s personality is never bet on a human’s. He demands acceptance on his own terms.”
– Lloyd Alexander
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Santa on his way to the next store, to see some of the thousands of children who queue to see him at this time of the year.
Ai generated with Gencraft.
Back by popular demand, those cute, lovable Canada Geese Goslings making their return debut!! This one here stuck it's up out of the yellow flowers in which it was feeding upon, just in time to be photographed!
One of the most important Baroque pilgrimage churches in Germany is the Basilica of the Vierzehnheiligen in Bad Staffelstein, Upper Franconia.
Construction of the church began in 1743, but wasn't completed until 1772.
The planning process until construction could finally begin was confusing and complicated.
The origins of the pilgrimage lie in the Middle Ages: in 1445, the shepherd of the monastery (Langheim Monastery) saw a crying child in a field, which disappeared as he approached. This child appeared to the shepherd three times, and on July 2, 1446, he and a woman witnessed two burning candles descending from heaven at this spot. Shortly thereafter, a miraculous healing occurred at exactly the same spot. The miraculous healing was then recognized by the nearby Langheim Monastery (this monastery no longer exists). A pilgrimage quickly gained momentum, and the first church was built. A pilgrimage brings in revenue, and, as so often happens, a dispute erupts over this revenue. The dispute was between Langheim Monastery and Staffelstein, which was the responsible parish. An arbitration court ruled that the church and the offerings should remain in Langheim, but that a third of the revenue must be paid to the Bishop of Bamberg. In return, the bishop must bear a share of the construction costs, provided he knows the plans and agrees. In other words, no construction can take place without the bishop's consent.
In 1693, the Bishop of Bamberg demanded the third of the pilgrimage revenue he was entitled to from Langheim Monastery. The abbot countered by reminding the bishop that the diocese had long since failed to fulfill its proportional construction obligations, and he presented the bishop with an expert opinion on the necessity of a new building. The dispute fizzled out; the diocese was not expected to pay.
The planning confusion began. The protagonists were the Abbot of Langheim, Stephan Mösinger, and Bishop Friedrich Carl von Schönborn. They now negotiate who will pay what. The bishop succeeds in getting Langheim Abbey to bear the costs alone, but in return the pilgrimage fees are reduced. However, the building plans still have to be signed off by the bishop.
Since his abbey now has to bear the costs, the abbot wants to keep them as low as possible. He commissions the Weimar court architect Gottfried Heinrich Krohne to redesign the church. Krohne, himself a Protestant, has no sympathy for a rural pilgrimage. This is reflected in his plans. The bishop rejects Krohne's plans. The plans for the pilgrimage church are abandoned. The abbot turns to the redesign and construction of the monastery church. He hires Balthasar Neumann for this task. His plans for the new monastery church overshadow all other Baroque church plans. The project is abandoned, and the abbot has to turn his attention back to Vierzehnheiligen. In the meantime, the bishop has commissioned his court architect, Jakob Michael Küchel, to design the pilgrimage church. However, the bishop rejects these plans, deeming them too expensive. At the same time, the abbot commissioned Balthasar Neumann to draw up plans. These plans were approved, but secretly the abbot wanted to forgo the brick vaults for cost reasons. The abbot's master builder Krohne was to begin construction based on Neumann's plans, but as a cost-effective version. On April 23, 1743, the foundation stone was laid, and by December the walls in the choir and transept area were three meters high. Becoming suspicious, the bishop sent Balthasar Neumann and Küchel to Vierzehnheiligen for an inspection. Neumann was shocked; Krohne deviated significantly from Neumann's plans, surely on the abbot's instructions. The bishop blamed Krohne solely, and the abbot dismissed the master builder. Bamberg now took control, and the road was clear for Neumann. And Neumann now showed why he was one of the leading Baroque architects; he was at his best. In 1744, he presented his plans for the new building, incorporating the walls that had already been built. He completely redesigned the building, with the vault being the greatest challenge. Neumann died in 1753 and did not live to see its completion. His master mason, Thomas Nissler, continued the work in Neumann's spirit. The church was consecrated in 1772.
What would Vierzehnheiligen be without its fantastic stucco decorations and frescoes (unfortunately, since a fire caused by lightning in 1835, water damage because the temporary roof was built too late, and whitewashing in the late 19th century, the frescoes have suffered greatly today).
Johann Michael Feichtmayr and his workshop, together with Johann Georg Üblhör, all masters of their craft, were responsible for the magnificent stucco and the freestanding altar of grace. Feichtmayr also designed the high altar.
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Abstraction demands more from me than realism. Instead of reproducing something outside of me, now I go inward and use everything I've learned thus far in my life. (Susan Avishai)
...um altar, jarras de flores e na janelinha Santa Maria das Júnias com o menino ao colo...
... an altar, jars of flowers and in the little window Saint Mary of Júnias with the infant to the neck ...
The elf demands the knight and his party leave now or beware of the affect the forest will inflict. The knight is somewhat amused at the size of this little person and so is defiant in his stance. He has been ordered to set up a lookout site here and believes his queen wishes to build another castle here again in this spot amongst the ruins. Little does he know that she is the forest guardian and has experienced this all before, hence the ruins.....
Bali, Indonésie
Si vous vous reconnaissez sur cette photo et si cela vous dérange, je supprimerai ma publication immédiatement sur demande de votre part.
A l'inverse, je peux également vous faire parvenir la photo si vous le désirez.
Mon but est de partager les beaux moments de la vie qui passe et jamais je ne me permettrais de me moquer ou de tourner en dérision les personnes présentes sur mes clichés.
I was asked (n = 1) exactly that motif and pretty much have it. All right, it's not actually snow... but hey, I'm a consultant.
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"Trumpeter Swans demand superlatives: they’re our biggest native waterfowl, stretching to 6 feet in length and weighing more than 25 pounds - almost twice as massive as a Tundra Swan. Getting airborne requires a lumbering takeoff along a 100-yard runway. Despite their size, this once-endangered, now recovering species is as elegant as any swan, with a graceful neck and snowy-white plumage. They breed on wetlands in remote Alaska, Canada, and the northwestern U.S., and winter on ice-free coastal and inland waters."
from .allaboutbirds.org/guide/Trumpeter_Swan
Yellow-headed Blackbird
Henderson Bird Viewing Preserve
Henderson, Nevada
May 2023
With a golden head, a white patch on black wings, and a call that sounds like a rusty farm gate opening, the Yellow-headed Blackbird demands your attention. Look for them in western and prairie wetlands, where they nest in reeds directly over the water. They’re just as impressive in winter, when huge flocks seem to roll across farm fields. Each bird gleans seeds from the ground, then leapfrogs over its flock mates to the front edge of the ever-advancing troupe.
On me demande souvent si je suis obligé de me lever tôt pour prendre des photos. Bien sûr que non, pour faire des photos, ça n'est pas obligatoire, mais pour faire mes photos oui. Il y a dans ces moments du petit matin un mélange de solitude, de calme, de cadeau offert à mon cerveau. La photo fabriquée par l'appareil photo à ce moment là n'en est que l'image, tout le reste est pour moi.
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Solitude is where one discovers one is not alone – Marty Rubin
Solitude is not loneliness.
Solitude. It is something most of don’t value. With the demands of life in general we find it hard to squeeze in “me time”. I find it a necessity. I also believe that is important to understand that solitude is not loneliness. Solitude is a choice to be alone.
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Hell has broken free tonight
No pale deception anymore
You awoke him, now he will feed
On the lies
He demands your sacrifice
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Lyrics: Disturbed - Sacrifice
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✝Hey dark folks✝
today i going to show you some items from Dark Love, Hexumbra and Vae Victis♥
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⚝Upper Armory:Vae Victis - "Deathless Sovereign" - Gorget x Pauldrons
This Set comes with Pauldrons, Gorget and Brooch.
You can adjust each piece and colour it in 16 colours.
Avaible at the Mainstore✞
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⚝Bindi:Dark Love - Face Symbols
The Face symbols are coming as 10 diffeent symbols
and a HUD that infinite solid colour options ad 4 metal colours.
Avaible at the Mainstore✞
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⚝Horns:Hexumbra - Morrigan Horns
Horns with ornate metals that will be sold as either the
Silvers set (Onyx, Silver, Titanium) or golds set (Gold, Copper, Rose),
or fatpack for all.
It will be released as an exclusive at Nightshade Event.
It starts on Oct 13-23rd
You will find the Horns here✞
⚝Eye Make-up:Hexumbra - Lydia Eye Makeup
9 Bom Shadows with tintable liner that comes with multiple options.
This in an exclusive for Harvest of Souls Event.
It starts on Oct 15th - 28th
You will find the Eyeshadow here✞
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♥Stay dark and safe all♥
By popular demand: A square crop of a previously uploaded shot.
Wheelock Square (会德丰国际广场) is a 298 m tall skyscraper located at the intersection of Nanjing West Road and Huashan Road.
Shot from Huashan Road.
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“ Well I know it's just a matter of time,
When the fun falls through and the rent comes due, ...”
—Billy Joel,Somewhere Along the Line
I’ve posted a lot of digital collages, but this one is a straight photograph of a physical collage.
2 Mar 2021; 08:10 CST
....... a little bit poetic ? It could be, but this moment demanded more than “Sunset” as a title.
After hours of waiting and having almost given up hope of seeing red deer on this almost last period of the "Rut", a large group of red deer appeared near the Reemsterweg. According to bystanders, it must have been at least 40 hinds with 3 antler-bearers. Things were peaceful, the hierarchy had been restored in the herd and the “prizes” divided. Despite the large distance to the herd, I managed to make a good impression of this beautiful and impressive spectacle. A beautiful sunset with an even more beautiful herd of red deer on the Hoge Veluwe.
It was the moment that counted, so beautiful so peaceful ........... Noise in the picture ? Not in my memory of this moment , I just look through that ! Regards Rens
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