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Finally coming to the end of the images from this session and as I type this the mist is thick outside so will be filling the camera with more misty arboreal delights! So, another image from the adorable Hillock Wood, Buckinghamshire as I try to keep our burning orb behind the trees to capture natures wonder of its emanating rays.
I caught these rainy day ripples on a pond in a private garden in Porto, Portugal. My mind wanders to the hope that our national nightmare may soon come to an end without too much damage.
"Everything we do, even the slightest thing we do, can have a ripple effect and repercussions that emanate. If you throw a pebble into the water on one side of the ocean, it can create a tidal wave on the other side,
~ Victor Webster
The garden pansy is a type of large-flowered hybrid plant cultivated as a garden flower. It is derived by hybridization from several species in the section Melanium 'the pansies' of the genus Viola, particularly Viola tricolor, a wildflower of Europe and western Asia known as heartsease. The garden pansy flower is 5 to 8 centimetres in diameter and has two slightly overlapping upper petals, two side petals, and a single bottom petal with a slight beard emanating from the flower's center. These petals are usually white or yellow, purplish, or blue. The plant may grow to 23 cm in height, and prefers sun to varying degrees and well-draining soils. Z2_233
Lindy Lee
Secret World of a Starlight Ember 2020
stainless steel, LED
The Kerridge Foundation in memory of Maureen Anne Kerridge AM
The shape of A Secret World of a Starlight Ember is egg-like: eggs are about beginnings – the beginning of life itself. During the day, the work reflects the pageantry of life around it. People are reflected in it, dissolving into the reflections of the harbour, the buildings, the sky, emphasising how humans are part of nature. At night, the work emanates light – shimmering like star dust, throwing shadows beneath it. The work hovers in space, drawing people toward it, transforming the public space.
‘I'm intrigued by this beautiful reality that we still receive the light of stars that were born and died millions of years ago. For me, that is a beautiful analogy of life; our lives our finite, even the stars are finite. Each life has a resonance and has this ripple effect that goes on beyond us. Secret World of a Starlight Ember represents each and every one of us; the secret world is our secret lives in every moment that we exist … We ripple out into the world and the world ripples into us. And that's how life is formed, that's the dynamism of life.’
While I had to queue up at the entrance, I was impressed by the dignity which this ancient building emanates at night.
The leaning tower of Pisa with the complex of cathedral, baptistery and cemetery is a world cultural heritage site of the UNESCO. The famous leaning tower, build between 1173 and 1372 started with its inclination 12 years after the construction began.
(Voigtlaender Nokton 0,95 F=17,5mm on Olympus Pen F)
shine glimmer breathe
it was never ours to hold
the light in the leaves
and for those inclined.. Matthew Halsall's 'The Sun in September' www.youtube.com/watch?v=yaWzawsY1bc :-)
The Milky Way Still Rises Above DC (long and stacked). 🌌 See the glow emanating on the lower-left horizon line? That's the DC metropolitan area.
I shot this from Shenandoah National Park by Front Royal with a light pollution filter (and still got the glow).
Photo by Andy
This busy parent was going back and forth collecting insects and returning to a dense thicket of brambles from which high pitched calls were emanating each time the adults returned.
Clytus arietis, the wasp beetle, is a wasp-mimicking longhorn beetle species in the genus Clytus.
It reaches 9–18 millimetres (0.35–0.71 in) in length, and flies well in sunshine from May to July, often visiting flowers for pollen and nectar. It is harmless but is protected by its wasp-like colours and movements, making it a Batesian mimic. The larvae live in dead wood. It also emanates a wasp buzz-like noise when threatened. They can be seen wandering around on flowers from late spring to early summer, and they are easily mistaken for wasps.
The last of the Krefeld-Uerdingen Rhine series. The glow in the background is not artificial, but bright light emanating from the nearby Mannesmann steel works in neighboring Duisburg.
Legend has it that a pot of gold lies at the end of the rainbow ...but, what about the beginning?
Perhaps the rainbow emanates from one of the planet's true natural wonders...agatized (or petrified) wood. It's amazing to think that these rocks in an arid desert at over a mile in elevation were once trees in a lush forest that succumbed to an ocean. So, maybe it's not too difficult to believe that they would be at the beginning of the rainbow.
Seriously, go check them out for yourself in the Crystal Forest, located in Petrified Forest National Park, Arizona.
Looking out towards the sky framing a clear view of the blue sky and some clouds beyond.
The scene is dominated by strong contrasts between the shadowed interior and the brilliant light emanating from the doorway highlighting the texture of the stone.
Looking up can be a way to clear one's mind and find new ideas or perspectives, a metaphor for seeking inspiration.
Shot from the interior doorway of Abydos temple, one of the most sacred sites in ancient Egypt. The temple of Seti is known for its well-preserved carvings, including the Abydos King List, and its unique architectural elements.
Species: Rallus aquaticus.
This elusive bird is heard much more often than seen. Its call emanating from some dense bed of reeds or similar waterside thicket, sounds like a young pig squealing with fear. A glimpse, however, is enough to identify the water rail. Its long red bill and its slate-grey underparts, barred with black on the flanks, give it an appearance quite distinct from any other British bird.
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There I was...walking down a neighborhood street and suddenly I heard a strident whisper..."Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful." That statement (attributed to Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley) seemed to be emanating from a bright orange Zinna flower. I've heard that orange is a strong and powerful color, but really? I guess now I know why Zinnias always seem to grab my attention.
#MacroMondays
#Spoonful
I could have also called this "Imperfection Makes Bling", because that's what it is. I took this image (one of many rash attempts) in a one-of-a-kind, not exactly repeatable light situation, because I had support from the setting afternoon sun. I had envisioned this so nicely: perfectly exposed crystal stones, and likewise perfectly exposed light stars emanating from the heap of rhinestones.
But wait a minute; how long have I been a member of this group and taken macro images in a home setting with artificial light? Right. I should have known that it wouldn't play out as planned. Before the sun turned around, illuminating the spoon and the rhinestones from behind and slightly from above, I had used two flashlights: one, attached to a clamp, from above, the other handheld, changing positions. And either the crystals were too bright, or the light stars were too dark, no matter the type of exposure metering.
The setting sun fixed the light star and, partly, the exposure, so it was easier to point the handheld flashlight because I didn't have to worry about the bling anymore. And only one positioning of the flashlight gave me this rather nice all-backlit scenario, also eliminating the unwanted reflections from the work table on the steel spoon's shiny surface. But the stones were blurry. D...!
The good thing is that, after the sun was gone, I thought I might as well stop photographing and try to make the best of what I had. I don't think I can reciprocate that particular light situation (certainly not the handheld flashlight part). But does that mean I will stop trying? Because who knows... Maybe I will get it right one day ;)
HMM, Everyone, and have a nice week ahead!
Clytus arietis, the wasp beetle, is a wasp-mimicking longhorn beetle species in the genus Clytus.
It reaches 9–18 millimetres (0.35–0.71 in) in length, and flies well in sunshine from May to July, often visiting flowers for pollen and nectar. It is harmless but is protected by its wasp-like colours and movements, making it a Batesian mimic. The larvae live in dead wood. It also emanates a wasp buzz-like noise when threatened. They can be seen wandering around on flowers from late spring to early summer, and they are easily mistaken for wasps.
“He said that usually the organic beings, with their greater fields of energy, are the initiators of communication with inorganic beings, but a subtle and sophisticated follow-up is always the province of the inorganic beings. Once the barrier is broken, inorganic beings change and become what seers call allies. From that moment inorganic beings can anticipate the seer's most subtle thoughts or moods or fears.
"The old seers became mesmerized by such devotion from their allies," he went on. "Stories are that the old seers could make their allies do anything they wanted. That was one of the reasons they believed in their own invulnerability. They got fooled by their self-importance. The allies have power only if the seer who sees them is the paragon of impeccability; and those old seers just weren't."
Carlos Castaneda
North Cascades, Washington
Sometimes the best moments on a hike are the ones I wasn't looking for. The ones that flow from simply being present in a place and open to what surrounds me; suspending the constraints of time and conscious thought. That's where the magic happens.
Along a narrow trail that climbs above the beautiful Blue Lake in the North Cascade mountains, there lies a small tarn. Ringed by alpine larches and towering walls of rock, it has a quiet unassuming presence in a vast landscape of majestic peaks. On this October day which hovered on the cusp of winter, the tarn was coated in a layer of ice, and snow dusted the surrounding edges.
And yet, as I sat on a rocky outcropping and contemplated the view before me, I could feel an inviting warmth emanating from this frozen lakelet. The larches began to glow as the sun emerged from behind the clouds, its rays illuminating the golden needles. As I felt that that same sun warm my face, a sense of peacefulness suffused my soul. Then I slowly sank into the calm, and surrendered to the magic of the moment.
Larches
A side note for those who may be unfamiliar with larches: they are a deciduous conifer, so they drop their needles in the winter after turning from green to gold for a short period of time in the fall. There are several species of larch but the ones here are the alpine larch, Larix lyallii. They live at subalpine and alpine elevations (5900 to 7900 feet/1800-2400 meters) and are mostly found in the Rocky Mountains, however there is one small outlier population that happens to grow in the North Cascades in Washington. The spectacular colors and limited population of the trees brings crowds of hikers flocking to the North Cascades trails for a couple of weeks every fall for "larch madness". (I am including a close up shot of the needles in the first comment below for those who may be interested.)
Shot with the Olympus E-5 at the Hoosac Tunnel. I took this shot on a warm summer day ... actually on the summer soltice. The temperatures inside the tunnel where I ventured were significantly colder, accounting for the fog that emanated from the tunnel. You could feel the cold blast of air filtering out from the tunnel quite some distance away. Although I'm told that the temperatures inside the tunnel remain steady at around 55 degrees Fahrenheit all year, My fingers felt numbed as I spent some time inside photographing the interior.
Took my camera club up to a lovely local location called Mow Cop to cover taking panoramic images. After the club meeting finished, hung around for sunset. Some really strong colors emanating and cast some beautiful light over the landscape. I've actually had to de-saturate this a little bit. Its been a while since i've photographed a landscape at sunset, glad i did this time though, a beautiful evening.
P.S Part two of my wild camp over in Ogwen Valley will up tomorrow night, about 6:30'ish. Before to pop over to my YouTube channel and check it out.
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“Eyes reveal the unsaid things. The innocence, the flirtations, and the naughtiness all emanate from the eyes.”
― Avijeet Das
Taken at the gorgeous and new and improved Surfers Bay
Perfect location along the Lakeshore, the Royal Canadian Legion Hall is open for WWI or WWII veterans, but they allow guests, as membership is dwindling. The poppy is on the building since about 2015. There is a small architectural adornment (cartouche) of Viking ship on the façade, but I doubt that the building goes that far in history. The patio overlooking the lake is now open. Johnny Cash tunes emanated from there last Sunday.
759. TMR Toronto 2021-May-20, P1470646. Uploaded 2021-Jul-28. Lmx -ZS100.
Species: Rallus aquaticus.
This elusive bird is heard much more often than seen. Its call emanating from some dense bed of reeds or similar waterside thicket, sounds like a young pig squealing with fear. A glimpse, however, is enough to identify the water rail. Its long red bill and its slate-grey underparts, barred with black on the flanks, give it an appearance quite distinct from any other British bird.
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This is an emotional image for me any time I see it but right now with all that is going on I find myself more emotional than ever. This beautiful Canada goose frantically flew over me several times going back and forth. It appears to have lost it's mate. It was squawking in a frantic manner until it flew out of my sight then I would hear it coming back over me doing the same thing time and time again. Geese possess a veritably human capacity for grief. Their feelings and emotions are far less different from us than you assume. Quite literally, humans, a dog, and a goose hang their heads, lose their appetites, and become indifferent to all stimuli emanating from the environment. For grief-striken human beings, as well as for geese, one effect is that they become outstandingly vulnerable to accidents; they tend to fly into high-tension cables or fall prey to predators because of their reduced alertness.
There have been reports of pair bonds that are so strong that if one goose is shot down by a hunter, the partner will circle back. Drawn by its need to stay with its lifelong companion, the single goose will often ignore the sound of shooting and return to die with its mate.
In The Pig Who Sang To The Moon, Jeffrey Moussaieff Masson writes about a goose who had a broken wing. During the fall migration, as other geese flew south, her gander accompanied her by air and by foot. She was going to walk south since she was unable to fly. He would not leave her, so after flying for a few hundred yards, he would stop and wait for her to catch up. He would call to her with his wildest, most piercing cry, urging her to spread her wings and fly with him to their distant home. He accompanied her until she was killed by carrion eagles and he had to continue his journey alone.
Widowed geese have been observed circling around and around, crying in heartrending sorrowful tones when their partners die or are shot by hunters. The remaining goose may mourn for a period of time and then mate again. Or they may mourn for the rest of their lives and never seek another mate. Just as with people, it varies with individual geese.....Choo Choo Rosenbloom
So I stood in the field with this knowledge and wept as she or he kept flying over me and frantically calling for their mate. It's an incredibly sad thing to witness.
Everyone please be safe. Thinking of you all.
The Geomethras - Spiritas Geometrium by Daniel Arrhakis (2022)
The Geomethras - Spiritas Geometrium
A special mystical order in the future that who are looking for the Spirit Of Geometry "Spiritas Geometrium" or who try to find, discover and interpret the intrinsic spirituality of certain geometric objects.
According to this theory developed by one of the Ion mystical theorists, certain geometric shapes potentiate and emanate certain spiritual forces and energies, strengthening the spirit or oppressing it.
The geometries created by nature or by man have within them a transforming and creative spiritual force that has been imprinted on them by natural laws or by the laws of human thought and universal consciousness.
This spiritual force is further enhanced by light and the trinomial, light, color and texture.
Changing any of the factors in this way can induce in the same geometric form different sensations or ambiances that are perceived by our senses and that ultimately condition our states of soul.
The main objective is to compile knowledge in a sacred book "The Geomethras Infinitus" or the "Geomethron" that will lead to the discovery of " The Perfect Sacred Geometry" a geometry without imperfections and with powers similar to the Philosopher's Stone of the alchemists but with a more universal scope.
In the next works we will explore this theme.
Text, mystical concepts created by Daniel Arrhakis.
Image created with stock images and images of mine.
La Jolla is blessed and I am lucky! :)
Got a bit earlier than usual to the beach as I had nothing better to do at the time. Thought will find parking and go camp at a good spot and wait for the sun to go down. But in like half hour the clouds got heavier and denser at the horizon trapping the sun behind. And suddenly all these rays emanating from the holes in the clouds. BINGO! I am in business! Took a few hundred shots before the sunset itself. I was smiling as this is not what I have expected when I looked outside my patio!
La Jolla has a very high cost of living but living 10min away from something like this makes up for it occasionally! :)
I have a few more shots that I like with a different perspective and will post them soon!
Thanks for your like and comments I highly appreciate them!
A vibrant display of illuminated ornate lamps and lanterns hanging from a ceiling, within a market, where every lantern tells a story of light. The sheer number and variety of lamps hanging from the ceiling create a striking visual display, making the scene unique and captivating.
The variety of metallic lamps, some with intricate cut-out patterns creating decorative light effects, are suspended at different heights, filling the frame. The lighting creates a warm, inviting ambiance, highlighting the detailed craftsmanship of the fixtures.
The low-angle shot, looking upwards, emphasizes the density and intricate patterns of the lighting fixtures. The depth of field appears somewhat shallow, bringing the foreground and midground lanterns into focus while the background elements are slightly softer, creating a sense of depth.
The scene is illuminated primarily by the warm glow emanating from within the lanterns themselves. This creates a rich, atmospheric lighting scheme with strong contrasts between the illuminated patterns and the darker, unlit portions of the fixtures and ceiling. The interplay of light and shadow highlights the detailed craftsmanship of the lanterns.
The dominant colors are warm tones of brass, copper, and the soft yellow/orange of the light, contrasted with darker, possibly aged metal or wood of the ceiling and some of the larger, solid bells. The textures appear varied, from smooth, polished metal to intricately perforated patterns that cast unique light designs.
The warm glow emanating from the lamps creates a distinctive and inviting ambiance evoking a sense of warmth, exoticism, and intricate beauty.
Fynn on an icy cold morning in the garden, watching a neighbour who was sitting on his porch and smoking. People emanating clouds of smoke have always had a special fascination for Fynn.
It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.
~Robert Louis Stevenson
Composed of basalt, the "needles" adjacent to Haystack Rock were formed by lava flows emanating from the Grand Ronde Mountains 10 to 17 million years ago. The lava flows created many of the Oregon coast's natural features, including Tillamook Head, Arch Cape, and Saddle Mountain.
One of the most iconic and prevalent foilage in the Eastern Sierra during the fall are the aspen tees. They seem to emanate a golden glow when lit from the back or the side. This becomes even more interesting when you have some dappled light created by passing clouds. Here's one time you really want to be patient because you could end up with 5 or 6 entirely different looking photos without having to move your tripod at all.
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As he walks through the city, Ivo finds a whole host of dance clubs, bars, strip clubs and massage parlors where he can spend his time and let loose for the night. He sees a sign in front of a dance club, he can feel the base from the music inside as he reads the “Drune presents Vlad 937 at Biohazard.” That must be the DJ playing the great tunes emanating from across the street that he can feel in his chest. The name Biohazard seems fitting as a place that will remind him of the home he no longer has, while he is enjoying himself in this new city. "
excerpt from the story on my blog
Location:
This Central and South American bird has taken up residence in some unbelievable places like Illinois and New York. This Happy looking fellow lives with 60+ of his dearest friends in a tree in the front yard of a lucky family in South Texas a couple miles from the Mexican border.
These sixty parakeets had built four large nests the size of a loveseat out of twigs in the canopy of a tree. The Monk Parakeet is a very social bird that seem to really enjoy one another, so they built a few of these large nest out of twigs that they live in. I have never heard so much sound emanate from a tree.
And isn't he the happiest looking bird?
Rogier Van der Weyden, 1435 ca.
Museo Nacional del Prado, Madrid
Rogier van der Weyden’s Descent from the Cross is a masterpiece that is characterized by a heightened sense of theatricality. The ten figures depicted in the painting resemble a group of actors that have been asked to perform on an unconventional stage. As they are crammed in a confined space that is both narrow and shallow, the painting exudes an unsettling, claustrophobic sense. The emotion that emanates from the intense drama taking place inside is heightened significantly. Furthermore, extreme emotion is portrayed in the physical reaction of the Virgin Mary and the contorted position of mourning of the woman on the right edge (Mary Magdalene). The Virgin’s overall position echoes that of Christ, conveying a state of ultimate empathy. Everyone has tears on their face or is extremely sombre. But the expression of the woman on the left edge of the painting (Mary of Clopas) and of the man holding Christ’s feet (Joseph of Arimathea or Nicodemus) are the most striking of all, as they are the ones that are currently crying. They are portrayed as consumed with crying, both expressions so lifelike and moving. Mary of Clopas is standing in the corner inconsolable, her eyes closed, her face covered in tears, wiping them, holding her head, with her whole body bent from sorrow, while the man is shown to cannot stop his tears either, his mouth turned downwards, his forehead frowned and filled with protruding veins.
Despite the serene mood emanating from this picture, one has to know that thousands of chinese tourists visited the place the same day. I let you imagine the noise of loudspeakers, of people, swabing their throat and spitting loudly just before your feet ;/
NO, i'm NOT exaggerating.
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Enjoy your day
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I think a beautiful story they told me ...
Or have I lived it rummaging in the mist?
Maybe I'm an eyewitness
of a unicorn in love with the moon.
The happy unicorn was
always running through the meadows,
that animal was not expected
that soon fell into the nets of love.
A light that emanated
from that beautiful spring,
made the foal come closer
falling in love with the celestial reflection.
Iglesia de San Agustín, Almagro, Ciudad Real, Castilla-La Mancha, España.
La iglesia de San Agustín, o del Santísimo Sacramento, que perteneció en su día al convento del Santísimo Sacramento fundado por la orden de san Agustín, data de la primera mitad del siglo XVIII y es uno de los ejemplos más significativos de la etapa de plenitud del Barroco en Ciudad Real.
Cuando el visitante entra en la iglesia puede contemplar sin interrupción la monumentalidad del espacio. Una única nave, presidida por una imponente cúpula, genera un marcado eje visual que culmina en el presbiterio. A este se abre un camarín, espacio singular propio del Barroco hispano, que acentúa el efecto de profundidad.
El interior emana belleza y equilibrio, pues su estructura está basada en módulos que se repiten creando proporciones clásicas. A ello se suma la especial luminosidad del conjunto. Los cambiantes efectos de la luz natural que penetra por las ventanas, abiertas en los lunetos de la bóveda, potencian el ambiente espiritual creado por las pinturas del templo.
Su decoración pictórica es un excelente ejemplo del uso del arte durante el Barroco como medio para conmover y persuadir al fiel. Se trata, además, de uno de los ciclos iconográficos más destacados de la provincia, cuajado de símbolos, entre los que abundan corazones con flechas, haces de trigo, racimos de uvas, soles y lunas, en clara alusión al título del convento. Tras ellos, hay un profundo significado religioso que el visitante podrá ir descubriendo a medida que se adentre en el edificio.
La iglesia sobrevivió al convento, desaparecido tiempo después de ser desamortizado en 1835, y sufrió daños a lo largo de su historia; en concreto, visibles son los sufridos durante el terremoto de Lisboa de 1755, o la destrucción de su retablo mayor, entre otros elementos, durante la Guerra Civil.
The church of San Agustín, or of the Santísimo Sacramento, which once belonged to the convent of the Santísimo Sacramento founded by the order of San Agustín, dates from the first half of the 18th century and is one of the most significant examples of the Baroque period in Ciudad Real.
When the visitor enters the church, he can contemplate the monumentality of the space without interruption. A single nave, presided over by an imposing dome, generates a marked visual axis that culminates in the presbytery. A sacrín opens onto this, a unique space typical of the Spanish Baroque, which accentuates the effect of depth.
The interior emanates beauty and balance, as its structure is based on modules that are repeated, creating classical proportions. Added to this is the special luminosity of the whole. The changing effects of the natural light that penetrates through the windows, open in the lunettes of the vault, enhance the spiritual atmosphere created by the paintings in the temple.
Its pictorial decoration is an excellent example of the use of art during the Baroque as a means of moving and persuading the faithful. It is also one of the most outstanding iconographic cycles in the province, full of symbols, among which there are many hearts with arrows, bundles of wheat, bunches of grapes, suns and moons, in clear allusion to the name of the convent. Behind them, there is a deep religious meaning that the visitor will be able to discover as they enter the building.
The church survived the convent, which disappeared some time after being confiscated in 1835, and suffered damage throughout its history; in particular, visible are those suffered during the Lisbon earthquake of 1755, or the destruction of its main altarpiece, among other elements, during the Civil War.
I came across some captivating atmospheric photos on the photostream of one of my virtual friends whom I follow on Flickr. When I mention "atmospheric" photos, I'm referring to those strikingly dark and moody images of flowers and plants, delicately illuminated by a touch of light. The moment I laid eyes on those daisies amidst the dusky evening shadows in the enchanting region of Mimice in beautiful Dalmatia, I instantly knew that this was the perfect opportunity to capture a photo in that particular style. In my humble opinion, the vibe emanating from the photograph is incredibly cool.
Edificio de líneas graves y austeras, construido en 1685 como granero público con la finalidad de custodiar las fanegas de trigo con las que contribuían los vecinos del lugar, para remedio de las necesidades comunes del pueblo de Tacoronte, de conformidad con las ordenanzas del Pósito, institución benefactora que se fundó en 1618. Existió otra alhóndiga similar, muy cerca de la que hoy subsiste y que desapareció en 1947.
El Pósito o Alhóndiga fue una entidad piadosa y de crédito para administrar los bienes comunales, institución que tuvo una función como una auténtica administración municipal, desde la que emanaban las mandas para el buen gobierno de la vecindad.
En la actualidad, la Alhóndiga se destina a fines culturales y, especialmente, en beneficio de todo lo que concierne a la agricultura.
Singular relevancia ha tenido este granero desde la década de 1970, pues desde allí se inició un movimiento significativo, fomentando e impulsando la actividad vinícola del pueblo de Tacoronte y de la comarca de Acentejo. Este proyecto ha adquirido una dimensión regional inusitada, despertando el interés de los agricultores e instituciones públicas y privadas, logrando que el vino canario alcance las mayores cotas de su historia, a partir de las Semanas Vitivinícolas Alhóndiga que se desarrollan desde 1978.
It was built in 1685 as a public barn with the purpose of guarding the fanegas of wheat with which the local inhabitants contributed, to remedy the common needs of the people of Tacoronte, in accordance with the ordinances of the Pósito, A benefactor institution that was founded in 1618. There was another similar alhóndiga, very close to the one that today subsists and that disappeared in 1947.
El Pósito or Alhóndiga was a pious and credit entity to manage communal assets, an institution that had a function as a genuine municipal administration, from which emanated the orders for good governance of the neighborhood.
At present, the Alhóndiga is destined for cultural purposes and, especially, for the benefit of all that concerns agriculture.
This barn has been of particular relevance since the 1970s, since a significant movement began there, promoting and promoting the winemaking activity of the town of Tacoronte and the region of Acentejo. This project has acquired an unprecedented regional dimension, arousing the interest of the farmers and public and private institutions, obtaining that the canary wine reaches the greater dimensions of its history, from the Vineyard Weeks Alhóndiga that have been developed since 1978.
I must leave you now for a brief sojourn to recharge my batteries … Wish you all well x
“A loner by nature and an introvert... I am a twinkling star, burning bright amidst a cloudless night. As such, I tend to fade in and out of people's lives. This aspect of me is often misunderstood as rejection or a lack of love and caring. In reality, the only way I can survive as an introvert, is to drop from the sky, from time-to-time, recharging within the energizing landscape of my inner-universe. To love me, is to let me me have the space I need to illuminate the sky. I can't be taken hostage or held captive. Inner-light is what gives my star its twinkle.”
― Jaeda DeWalt
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=LPn0KFlbqX8
TRUE COLOURS – CYNDI LAUPER
A BEAUTIFUL MOMENT
Some may hurry; some may scurry
but others take their time
to stand still; take stock
and really be present in the moment
the white collar workers hurry on by
too busy to look up
their heads bent down avoiding eye contact
their finery blurred; without much definition
the observer looks behind him
to make sure he missed nothing
he is smart in his Sunday best togs
he is satisfied with the path he took
and looking back has no regrets
his journey will take him forwards
into a brighter tomorrow
leaving the past exactly where he left it
where it should be; behind him
the future is unknown for him and for all of us
but his spirits are buoyed up
and reflected in his true colours
bright and vibrant for all to see
nothing can dim the light for him
perhaps temporarily; a passing shadow
briefly blocks the light, but then it is gone
Don't wait for the light
be the light, this wise bird tells to me
don't wait in the dark; search for the light
but never give up without a fight
for you are the light
and you have the strength to fight for what is right
it is not always the easiest path that brings us joy
how can we learn if we remain unchallenged
this bird is innocent and has no knowledge of his fate
he is bred to end his brief life by the hand of man
from the moment he is freed from his man-made gate
but each year some escape this fate
and I look at his beautiful countenance
and wonder how anyone could take that from him
still there will be some who try
and he must keep a watchful eye
yet on this perfect day and in this perfect moment he and I
stand comfortably together
with no thought or knowledge of when we will die
just two souls intertwined within this single precious moment
and we are both content
as we both consent
to allow ourselves to be happy
and let the future take care of itself
yet briefly I find myself wishing
that this moment could last forever
for in this moment I have seen eternity
and what I see is beautiful
my eyes are filled with light, not outwardly
but emanating from behind these eyes that see so much
and I wait in hope that one day all will see
a single moment, such as this, for all eternity.
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What could be more romantic and inspiring than a place that looks like a backdrop for a fairy tale? The medieval overtones of Bruges’ cobblestone streets lead to countless historical, architectural and artistic wonders. Marvel at ornate houses lining intricate canals, and understand why this is a favorite destination for all types of travelers. The whole city emanates an appreciation of the past, a love of the present, and enthusiasm for the future. Don’t miss Hof Bladelin, Groeninge Museum, Church of Our Lady, and Belfry and Market Halls.
Rio Pueblo de Taos is the pristine water source for the people of Taos Pueblo. Emanating from the sacred Blue Lake - over 11,000 feet high in the Taos Mountains, it has been their traditional water source throughout their history, and continues to be to this day. Since the entire watershed is within the Taos Reservation, they are able to make sure of the integrity of the water.
The river is also known as Red Willow Creek, Ialap'aijpaana, Ja'lapa, Kipawai, T'awi'impo, and T'awipo.
It makes me happy that there are still rivers here that are clean enough to drink - thank you people of Taos Pueblo!