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Sea foam is created by the agitation of sea water and in particular when it contains higher concentrations of organic matter that has been dissolved, such as proteins, lipids and offshore breakdown of algal blooms. These substances can act like foaming agents and when the sea is churned up and breaks on the shore line trapping in air and producing the bubbles. The colour of the sea foam will depend on what properties are in the foam at that time. Due to the sea foams low density the foam can be blown by strong on shore winds from the beach into the land.
...Monday night would provide a brief break from the plains and a quick visit to the city to grab some drinks. As I mentioned before, my relatives out there are also interested in railroads - so I didn't even have to ask to make a quick stop outside of Denver's Union Station to catch some trains. If we're being honest, I'd normally shrug at anything Amtrak around here - but I've found you'll shoot pretty much anything when you're so far from home. P42s are becoming the next dying breed anyway, so there's my excuse.
The train is on electrified RTD trackage shoving into the stub-ended station, and will get a fresh crew here, but won't end up departing until well after dark. This spot on the Wewatta Street overpass ROCKED, as we were able to look right into Coors Field across the tracks and watch the Rockies playing the Brewers... too bad I don't follow sports much.
This one cut right to the root of what i love about painting...
Exploring untouched walls, having no set plan, and being resourceful by making the most out of the minimal materials and time available.
1 quart of rolling paint
4 scrap cans
> 1 hour
Ice cold water
Venice is a residential, commercial and recreational beachfront neighborhood on the West Side of the Californian city of Los Angeles.
Venice was founded in 1905 as a seaside resort town. It was an independent city until 1926, when it merged with Los Angeles. Today, Venice is known for its canals, beaches, and the circus like Ocean Front Walk, a two and a half mile pedestrian only promenade that features performers, mystics, artists and vendors.
Venice, originally called "Venice of America," was founded by tobacco millionaire Abbot Kinney in 1905 as a beach resort town, 14 miles (23 km) west of Los Angeles. He and his partner Francis Ryan had bought two miles (3.24 km) of oceanfront property south of Santa Monica in 1891. They built a resort town on the north end of the property, called Ocean Park, which was soon annexed to Santa Monica. After Ryan died, Kinney and his new partners continued building south of Navy Street. After the partnership dissolved in 1904, Kinney, who had won the marshy land on the south end of the property in a coin flip with his former partners, began to build a seaside resort like the namesake Italian city took it.
When Venice of America opened on July 4, 1905, Kinney had dug several miles of canals to drain the marshes for his residential area, built a 1,200-feet (370 m) long pleasure pier with an auditorium, ship restaurant, and dance hall, constructed a hot salt-water plunge, and built a block long arcaded business street with Venetian architecture. Tourists, mostly arriving on the "Red Cars" of the Pacific Electric Railway from Los Angeles and Santa Monica, then rode the Venice Miniature Railway and gondolas to tour the town. But the biggest attraction was Venice's mile-long gently sloping beach. Cottages and housekeeping tents were available for rent.
The population (3,119 residents in 1910) soon exceeded 10,000; the town drew 50,000 to 150,000 tourists on weekends.
In 2000 U.S. census counted 37,705 residents in the 3.17-square-mile Venice neighborhood an average of 11,891 people per square mile.
The National Assembly (French: Assemblée nationale) is the lower house of the bicameral French Parliament under the Fifth Republic, the upper house being the Senate (Sénat). The National Assembly's legislators are known as députés.
There are 577 députés, each elected by a single-member constituency (at least one per department) through a two-round system; thus, 289 seats are required for a majority. The president of the National Assembly presides over the body. The officeholder is usually a member of the largest party represented, assisted by vice presidents from across the represented political spectrum. The National Assembly's term is five years; however, the President of France may dissolve the Assembly, thereby calling for new elections, unless it has been dissolved in the preceding twelve months.
Following a tradition started by the first National Assembly during the French Revolution, the left-wing parties sit to the left as seen from the president's seat and the right-wing parties to the right; the seating arrangement thus directly indicates the left–right political spectrum as represented in the Assembly. The official seat of the National Assembly is the Palais Bourbon on the Rive Gauche of the Seine in the 7th arrondissement of Paris. The Assembly also uses other neighboring buildings, including the Immeuble Chaban-Delmas on the Rue de l'Université, Paris. Like most institutions of importance in Paris, it is guarded by Republican Guards.
(Source: Wikipedia)
The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve.
On their blotter of fog the trees
Seem a botanical drawing.
Memories growing, ring on ring,
A series of weddings.
Knowing neither abortions nor bitchery,
Truer than women,
They seed so effortlessly!
Tasting the winds, that are footless,
Waist-deep in history.
Full of wings, otherworldliness.
In this, they are Ledas.
O mother of leaves and sweetness
Who are these pietas?
The shadows of ringdoves chanting, but chasing nothing.
Sylvia Plath - Winter Trees
A walk in the Woods series.
Processed from a basic RAW tweak, I increased the Vib' slightly. Ctrl J (New layer), RAW filter and pull back the Clarity & Texture Sliders (to the left) as required. I used the Dissolve blending mode but Normal, Dissolve and Multiply all work. If the effect is too strong simply turn down the newer layer opacity until you achieve the required effect. Simple's.
This denim dissolves in rain.
I really can’t get my head around why people buy jeans that are full of holes; I know they are fashionable but to pay for holes, come on! It’s like buying a packet of Polo mints, you pay for a hole and you get a bit of a minty sweet around it; beats me. I wonder what happens to all the middle bits.
Seen on Market Street, Manchester, UK.
Dissolved we be,
In death our matter freed.
With our roots upturned,
Our lives are returned,
To fuel another fire.
Though we be but a memory,
Our spark forever burns.
For in each life,
We find another.
Collaboration with my husband Nick in Stout Grove, California.
Frost-covered trees, a light blanket of snow on the ground and formless, misty woodland beyond. A January morning by Loch Awe.
"The Church of Saint John of Nepomuk is a branch church of the Roman Catholic parish of St. Peter and Paul and a former monastery church of the Monastery of the Brothers of Mercy on Svatopluk Street in Prostějov.
The site of today's church was occupied by the Municipal Court, also called Schellenberg's. In 1733, the court was purchased by the Order of the Brothers of Charity with the contribution of the family of the princes of Liechtenstein. The court was surrounded by a garden, to which land was purchased for the future monastery cemetery. The brothers first built a temporary hospital and a small chapel. After further expansion in 1739 and the opening of the hospital, talk began about building a monastery church. The initiative for its construction was given by the prior P. Narcis Schön and the implementation was financially supported by the Lichtensteins. Princess Elizabeth donated 10,000 florins. Between 1751 and 1755, the Church of St. John of Nepomuk was built according to the designs of Antonio E. Martinelli. It was solemnly consecrated on October 5, 1755 by the consecrating bishop of Olomouc, Jan Karl Leopold of Scherffenberg. This is evidenced by the Latin inscription above the main entrance. Even after the consecration, work on the interior decoration continued. In 1756, the organ, oratory and side altar of St. John of God, the founder of the Order of Brothers of Mercy, were built. Only in 1766 was the decoration completed by Italian masters whose names have not been preserved. The vaults and walls of the church were painted with frescoes by František Antonín Sebastini, the sculptures are mainly the work of Josef Schubert and the carvings by František Hirnl.
Prostějov (Czech pronunciation: [ˈproscɛjof]; German: Proßnitz, Yiddish: פראסטיץ Prostitz) is a city in the Olomouc Region of the Czech Republic. It has about 44,000 inhabitants. Today the city is known for its fashion industry and AČR special forces unit 601. skss based there. The centre of the town is historically significant and is protected by law as urban monument zone.
The first historical mention of the village Prostějovice is from 1141. By the middle of the 13th century, it had developed into an important market village. At that time, German settlers were invited here, who established a new settlement on the site of today's TG Masaryk Square, to which the rights of the original settlement were transferred. On March 27, 1390, Prostějov was granted the right of the annual market thanks to the lords of Kravaře, which in fact became a town. In the Hussite period, the promising development slowed down as the city suffered delays on both sides; the insufficiently fortified Prostějov became easy prey for the troops of Margrave Albrecht and was burned down in 1431. The prosperity of the city was brought about by the establishment of the Jewish city and especially after a year 1490 more than a century-old government of the Pernštejn families, whose property became the town. In 1495, the city began the construction of stone walls with four gates with bastions. Between 1521 and 1538, the townspeople built a Renaissance town hall.
At the end of the 16th century, the city became the property of the Liechtensteins, which resulted in the stagnation of the city's development. In Prostejov the year 1527 printer Kaspar Aorga printed the first book on Moravia. During the Thirty Years' War, the town was devastated and in 1697 a fire broke out, killing the town hall, the school and the church. Then the city began to acquire a Baroque character. Around the middle of the 17th century, mainly thanks to local Jews, the food, textile and clothing industries developed rapidly, and in 1858 the first Czech ready-to-wear clothing industry was founded in Prostějov - the factory of the Mandla brothers, which attracted new inhabitants. In the 1960s, Prostějov was connected by rail with Brno and Olomouc. The 19th and 20th centuries changed the face of the city in the style of historicism and Art Nouveau. Since the 20s and especially 30s, dominating the construction becoming in Prostejov functionalism.
Moravia (Czech: Morava [ˈmorava]; German: Mähren) is a historical region in the east of the Czech Republic and one of three historical Czech lands, with Bohemia and Czech Silesia.
The medieval and early modern Margraviate of Moravia was a crown land of the Lands of the Bohemian Crown from 1348 to 1918, an imperial state of the Holy Roman Empire from 1004 to 1806, a crown land of the Austrian Empire from 1804 to 1867, and a part of Austria-Hungary from 1867 to 1918. Moravia was one of the five lands of Czechoslovakia founded in 1918. In 1928 it was merged with Czech Silesia, and then dissolved in 1948 during the abolition of the land system following the communist coup d'état.
Its area of 22,623.41 km2 is home to about 3.2 million of the Czech Republic's 10.8 million inhabitants. The people are historically named Moravians, a subgroup of Czechs, the other group being called Bohemians. The land takes its name from the Morava river, which runs from its north to south, being its principal watercourse. Moravia's largest city and historical capital is Brno. Before being sacked by the Swedish army during the Thirty Years' War, Olomouc served as the Moravian capital, and it is still the seat of the Archdiocese of Olomouc. Until the expulsions after 1945, significant parts of Moravia were German speaking." - info from Wikipedia.
Summer 2019 I did a solo cycling tour across Europe through 12 countries over the course of 3 months. I began my adventure in Edinburgh, Scotland and finished in Florence, Italy cycling 8,816 km. During my trip I took 47,000 photos.
Now on Instagram.
This is a sight of dissolving tablet in water. This beautiful, satisfying and soothing colored rays starts starts coming out from it immediately after putting it in the water.
NYALAS (Tragelaphus angesi) are the most colourful antilopes – their natural habitat is South Africa. Here, in #TierparkHellabrunn (Munich ZOO) which is a Geo-Zoo they are living in the African part of the Zoo.
Their individually different spots and stripes serve as a kind of camouflage– these markings dissolve their silhouettes in the bush (Somatolysis).
Taken in #TierparkHellabrunn
Canon EOS 450D EF70-300mm f/4-5.6L IS USM
ƒ/5.6
236.0 mm
1/20 Sec
ISO 800
Dedicated to CRA (ILYWAMHASAM)
I had read of another photographer's visit to this location, had not had this valley on my radar until this point. To me was a most magical location and under the stars provided a wonderful ambience with a little bit of unease as to the ancients who had walked this land eons ago. Because of the sometimes deep bulldust at certain times of the year the recommendation was for off road vehicles 4 Wheel Drives to attempt the track. Personally I found the track quite navigable with the occasional pothole with a few stretches of soft desert red sand, no trouble for the Mickey T's....
"The main features of the Rainbow Valley area are the scenic sandstone bluffs and cliffs. These free standing cliffs form part of the James Range, and are particularly attractive in the early morning and late afternoon when the rainbow-like rock bands are highlighted.
The coloured rock bands in the sandstone cliffs were caused by water. In earlier wetter times, the red iron of the sandstone layers was dissolved and drawn to the surface during the Dry Season. The red minerals formed a dark iron surface layer with the leached white layers below.
This dark red capping is hard and weathers slowly, whereas the softer white sandstone below weathers quickly into loose sand.
Weathering and erosion are also responsible for the valley shape, where sandstone blocks have been eroded into rock faces and squared towers."
Patrice Lumumba (1925–1961)
Patrice Émery Lumumba was born on July 2, 1925, in Onalua, Katakokola, in the Belgian Congo, into a Tetela family. Growing up in a rural community, he developed a strong sense of justice and a deep awareness of the injustices of Belgian colonialism. He attended Catholic missionary schools, but his curiosity and intelligence led him to become deeply interested in politics and the condition of his people.
Before independence, Lumumba worked as a clerk, but actively participated in trade unions and nationalist movements, denouncing exploitation and discrimination. His eloquence, charisma, and ability to mobilize the masses soon made him the most visible leader of the Congolese independence movement.
In 1960, at the age of 34, Lumumba became the first Prime Minister of independent Congo, leading a country freshly liberated from Belgian colonial rule. His vision was clear: to build a sovereign, united state, free from foreign interference and based on social justice and equality. Lumumba openly denounced the interventions of Western powers, particularly Belgium, and opposed neocolonialism that sought to control Congo’s resources.
However, his government was short-lived. After only a few months, due to internal and international pressures, Lumumba was overthrown in a coup orchestrated by pro-Western elements and Belgian and U.S. intelligence services. He was captured, tortured, and ultimately assassinated on January 17, 1961, in Katanga. His body was brutally dissolved in acid by his killers, a grim symbol of the cruelty of powers that feared his message of freedom and independence.
Lumumba is remembered as a martyr of African freedom, a symbol of courage, dignity, and resistance against colonialism and neocolonialism. His legacy continues to inspire movements for social justice and national sovereignty across Africa and the world.
I publish this series of figures to awaken consciences and to remember how many people died defending truth, justice, and the rights of the oppressed. I want to highlight the injustices that still exist and show young people that the only thing we can do is to resist, because evil still rules and continues to target those who try to make a difference. This series is an invitation to remember, reflect, and never accept injustice.
The Heliconius butterfly can live up to 9 months while neotropical butterflies normally live a couple weeks! They are able to do this because they increase their protein intake by digesting pollen on their proboscis.
Heliconius butterflies have two unique traits: pollen feeding and pupal-mating. Adult butterflies systematically collect pollen from flowers which they masticate on the proboscis to dissolve out amino acids. Since they do not need to store nutrients for egg and sperm production, caterpillars are able to develop rapidly allowing adults to have a greatly extended lifespan in the wild.
Pupal mating is a second unusual trait found in some Heliconius species. Males search for female pupae on larval food plants and sit on them. The next morning mating occurs before the female has completely emerged. Pupal-mating may enhance the possibility of intrageneric mimicry. Second, it may influence host-plant specialization, as pupal-mating species may displace other heliconiines from their hosts by interference competition.
About the name... Helicon is a mountain in southern Greece, in Boeotia, regarded in ancient Greece, as the source of poetry and inspiration. From it flowed the fountains of Aganippe and Hippocrene associated with Muses. The nine Muses are daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory. The Muses sat near the throne of Zeus, king of the gods, and sang of his greatness and the origin of the world.
Heliconius melpomene
Wings of the Tropics, Fairchild Tropical Botanic Garden, Miami FL
Slowly dissolving steam drifter - -
Built Lowestoft 1920 - - -
Falkand Islands - - - 1960's
Original colour slide - Voigtlander Bessamatic camera - print copied S23ultra
One foggy night recently this scene demanded to be shot. I took a deep breath and held as still as possible and squeezed the shutter release. There's a streetlight behind the foreground tree. I like the spectral look of the background trees.
СТАНИСЛАВ ЖУКОВСКИЙ - Княжеский дом осенью
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Location: Museum Complex named after Ivan Slovtsov, Tyumen, Russia.
Source: goskatalog.ru/portal/#/collections?id=9095029
Zhukovsky depicted an old Milyukov estate in Vsesvyatskii village of Tver province, where he lived and worked for a long time. This work is an example of late Russian impressionism. Here subtle gradations and large impressive brush strokes are combined. The artist used warm shades for the foliage and grass in the garden and cold colours for the depiction of the sky and tree branches. Art researches point out that Zhukovsky estate motives, which are often represented against autumn dying nature, are connected with nostalgic longing for bygone epoch, lost poetry of old ‘nests of the gentry’. Deserted ‘nest of the gentry’ became a mute witness and a symbol of the passing era. The old house and transparent trees seem almost alive, spiritual creatures, which have their own destiny. The artist filled his landscape with elegiacal mood and at the same time made it lively and dynamic with temperamental paintbrush. Rich, brisk brush strokes in the depiction of varicoloured foliage rise the feeling of thrill, mobility of living matter. ‘The red’ of the foliage gains even a greater decorative sonority against the white walls of the house with a great number of patches of reflected light and reflections. The artist just partly used the achievements of French impressionists, without crossing a line where the form ‘dissolves’. He combined impressionistic vision with Levitan understanding of the substance of a landscape motif. For the first time Stanislav Zhukovsky presented this painting for public in 1909-1910 at the exhibition of Artist’s Union of Russia. This painting continued an “estate” theme so deeply loved by the artist.
Rus: Жуковский изобразил старинную усадьбу Милюковых в селе Всесвятское Тверской губернии, где долгое время жил и работал. Эта работа — образец позднего русского импрессионизма. Здесь сочетаются плавные переходы и крупные фактурные мазки. Художник использовал теплые оттенки для листвы и травы в саду, холодные цвета — для изображения неба и ветвей деревьев. Исследователи отмечают, что усадебные мотивы Жуковского, часто представленные на фоне осенней увядающей природы, связаны с ностальгической тоской по уходящей эпохе, по утраченной поэзии старых «дворянских гнезд». Опустевшее «дворянское гнездо» стало немым свидетелем и символом уходящей в прошлое эпохи. Старый дом и прозрачные деревья кажутся почти живыми, одухотворенными существами, у которых есть своя судьба. Свой пейзаж автор наполнил элегическим настроением и одновременно темпераментной кистью сделал его живым и динамичным. Сочные, отрывистые мазки в изображении разноцветной листвы рождают ощущение трепета, подвижности живой материи. На фоне белых стен дома со множеством цветных бликов и рефлексов багрянец листвы приобретает еще большую декоративную звучность. Мастер лишь частично использовал достижения французских импрессионистов, не переступая грань, за которой растворялась форма. Он соединил импрессионистическое видение с левитановским пониманием содержания пейзажного мотива.
Станислав Жуковский впервые представил полотно публике в 1909–1910 годах на выставке Союза русских художников. Эта картина продолжила столь любимую мастером «усадебную» тему.
And now I see your face in the mirror
My secret brother, now uncovered
While dissolving into me
I'm breathing into you
Now I'm in you, now I'm injured
Now I'm healing, now I'm clean
Your voice sings inside my mind
Your tongue tastes points in time
We're threading tiny lights across the
Dome of the sky
We ride a single, endlessly unfurling line
Your love is deep in my bones
Now they're breaking now they're shattered
Do their fragments on the floor
Spell out our future, waiting to be told?
With rough hands and tender breast
White hair and tattooed vest
Now you're reaching, ever seeking
Ever watching your mind unwind
You hide beneath my bed
You sing inside my head
Hold my hand, be still now
If there's cancer in your blood
It works it's way through me too
We're all the same, uncontained
Boiling flesh, unspoken names
Dissolving, contorting reforming, distorting
I see your voice in my mind and I am singing
It works it's way through my veins
And my hands reach up to the sky
And they're burning as they're circling
I'm your vessel, I am creaming
I'm the avatar of your
Semen and I'm screaming
Each one of us is fueled with love
With your love to nourish
As you extinguish, I flourish
I'm inside your particles, your cells
And your molecules:
Each one of them is individually screaming
Poor little ones and zeroes:
They're screaming too
Our consciousness is true: it is physical
It is real it is divisible, and consumed
I am your child again again, your brothers
I am your sister, you're my sister too
Let the wires unwind
Let's celebrate the disappearing mind
True seeker, hold my hand
There is no sky, there is no land
There is no woman, there is no man
Each pain, each love, each regret is sacred
The wounded child is sacred
The murdering man is sacred
The imbecile is sacred
My spit in the dust is sacred
Your lover's sentient hand is sacred
Fucking is sacred music is sacred
To give up is sacred silence is sacred
Mindlessless is sacred
Sacred, sacred, sacred, everything is sacred
Nothing's wasted in our secret
Labyrinthine intestines of time
Through you I create myself
You are my one annihilating thought
Clenched in your fist
I happily cease to exist
Every thought is a capsule bursting
Spilling it's seeds in space
Each one is sacred each one is infinite
Each one dissolves dissolving is sacred
Erasing is sacred
I see your voice in my mind and I'm singing
I taste your voice on my
Tongue and I am flying
You animate my hands and I'm reaching
I see your voice with my eyes, right here
Right now in front of me, misting the air
(There is no man)
And I'm flying, and I'm rising
And I am flying, I am flying
Finally flying, I am flying
Finally flying, yes we're rising
Endlessly rising, and we're flying
Finally flying, and we're riding
Yes we're riding a white lion
And he's flaming, yes he's flaming
And we're flaming, yeah he's flaming
And we're flaming, and we're flaming
And we're flying, and we're flying
And we're riding, and we're rising
And we're riding, and we're rising
Through the sky
"You may not believe in magic but something very strange is happening at this very moment. Your head has dissolved into thin air. You are simply fading away and I can't even remember your name." - Leonora Carrington
The mansion seemed less a house than a vision, its walls dissolving into light and laughter, its music rising like a tide that carried me far from myself. I drifted through the throng, dazzled by the glittering faces and the perfume of champagne. And then—suddenly, as though conjured from the very air—he was there. Gatsby.
He stood with the quiet assurance of one who belongs to the very dream he inhabits, his smile touched with mystery. I felt words stir within me, but they faltered before they could take shape.
“Would you care for a glass of champagne?” he asked, his voice smooth, almost musical, as if the question itself were part of the orchestra’s refrain.
I smiled, helplessly, and answered, “Yes, please,” though I was certain my awkwardness betrayed me. Yet in that moment, beneath the chandeliers and the endless glitter, even folly seemed gilded, and I was caught in the spell of his world.
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