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Welcome to Karterados
The traditional village of Karterados is built beside a stream in a ravine. Its existence is recorded back to the 17th century. The original dwellings are cave houses built deep into the rock face. During the 19th century, it was one of the large sea captain villages on the island. The name of the village comes from the Greek word 'karteri' = waiting point or ambush point, probably because ambushes were set to trap marauding pirates.
The village square has a traditional windmill and a memorial plaque to commemorate those who died in the Second World War. On the left hand side as you leave the square, the road curves sharply to the left, and there you will discover the 'Steps of Galaios'. Barely visible from the main road is a small neighbourhood of cobbled streets, Captains houses and cave houses built into the rock.
The shops are open all year round, since Karterados also has a considerable number of permanent residents.
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Which Came First, the Chicken or the Egg?
Hannah Gale
There was a little dinosaur,
who made a rock his friend.
He took the rock everywhere,
and said he'd keep it till the end.
One day it was a wee bit cold,
so he held it very close.
But when he felt it start to move,
he thought that it was gross.
First popped out the little head,
then some arms and legs.
So which one really did come first?
The chicken? No. The egg.
Day 180/365:
A bit short of time today by the time I remembered I hadn't got my photo. I grabbed my 70-200 to see if I could get a bit of an arty flower shot. This is a double exposure. The first really close up and blurred, the second in focus. The intense pink from the first shot against the green backdrop, gave the brownish tinge. A bit of faffing then a couple of textures added.
The way I see things, the way I see life, I see
it as a struggle. And there's a great deal
of reward I have gained coming to that
understanding -- that existence is a struggle.
Zindagani ki haqeeqat Koh kan kay dil say pooch
Joo-e-sheer o taisha-e-sang-e-garan hay zindagi.
‘…mundane existence cyclically going through sunless metempsychosis…’
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The existence of large basins in the sea, carved in the sandstone rock known as “pedra tosca”, and popularly called “Baños de la Reina”, have been responsible for naming the entire archaeological site.
Although these nurseries or "swimming pools" are related to the breeding of live fish, their possible use as a water garden for the contemplation of marine beauty is not ruled out, like other high imperial "villae" of the Tyrrhenian, where these facilities , expensive to build and costly to maintain, were also a sign of the power and social prestige of its owner.
La existencia de unas grandes cubetas dentro del mar, talladas en la roca arenisca conocida como “pedra tosca”, y denominadas popularmente “Baños de la Reina”, han sido las responsables de dar nombre a todo el enclave arqueológico.
Si bien estos viveros o "piscinae" están relacionados con la cría del pescado vivo, no se descarta su posible uso como jardín acuático destinado a la contemplación de la belleza marina, al igual que otras "villae" alto imperiales del Tirreno, donde estas instalaciones, de cara construcción y costoso mantenimiento, constituían además una muestra del poder y prestigio social de su propietario.
Calp/ Calpe (Alacant/ Spain)
Situated in the Carmichael estate, Lanark, the Carmichael family have been in existence since the 1300AD but this house was built in the 16th century after the two parts of the Carmichael family split around 1500AD. The first reference to the house was on the ordnance maps dated 1654AD, The house went through some structural changes up until 1789AD. During the war in 1940 it housed the Polish army stationed in the area.The last member of the family Richard Carmichael inherited the house in 1980 but due to extensive dry rot all efforts to save this house failed & it fell into dereliction from that moment on.
Each and every moment of existence, no matter how stressful or how fleeting, contains the potential for spaciousness.
— Anne Bogart
Sit with a cup of tea before sipping. Close your eyes and breathe for a while before reading. Give yourself a little space. Feel your soul arriving in restfulness.
“That we find a crystal or a poppy beautiful means that we are less alone, that we are more deeply inserted into existence than the course of a single life would lead us to believe.”
- John Berger
To my fellow crystal and the jewel in our crown … my Sister and my dearest Friend … my fellow Nikonians … who remind me to always face the sun and let the shadows fall behind me and to my wonderful friend who even on the bluest of my days, brings the warmth of the Summer sun into my heart … to my Family <3 Special dedication to my sister's and my new friend who restores my faith in human nature with his kindness and understanding. All aboard for a fantastic voyage … ; 0))
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THESE ARE THE DAYS – VAN MORRISON
The fragility of roses, aconites and poppies too
the fragrance so delicate as memories of you
the perfume wafts through the warm Summer air
and settles in the palm of my hand
another gentle breeze and it is on it's way
maybe to the Pacific, who knows; who can say
to the waters as blue as a Himalayan poppy
to the land where tranquil emerald waterfalls flow
I listen to the silent notes
that exist between your hearts and mine
to the melody that runs through me;
to the tunes that I know
those precious echoes through time and space
no distance can dim their warm and gentle beat
or eradicate the sweet aroma you leave behind
that fills my nostrils with it's heady scent
I crush the petals beneath my bare feet
those velvet-coated ones that fell down
they will return to the soft furrows of this earth
enriching it and waiting for another such precious moment in time
when the seasons change and a chill may be felt
still my memories will keep me warm and icy days will gently melt
and pictures in the log fire will incite my imagination
making vivid all those good times that we had
and all those moments we've still yet to come
Our journey takes us far and wide
the boat docks at many a distant shore
where friends we loved became our Family
and deeper than a blood-tie we are bound together
sailing to the warm Pacific
to the Eastern land of all our dreams
where we will take cups of tea on camomile lawns
where a little rabbit plays happily with many cats
the sharp edges of reality once keenly felt
now softened by the fresh painted sweeps of an apricot dawn
and walk along the shores of a tranquil turquoise sea
with honey-combed rocks and distant mountain peaks
sweet cakes of all kinds and endless cups of tea
where all dreams come true and we no longer need seek
I will sing to you sweet lullabies that will lull you to sleep
and when you awake in the morning
the flowers will smell as sweet as all of our memories
and keepsakes will be tied with silk and velvet ribbons
sprinkled with rose water and wrapped within faded pages of lemon
and brought out when spirits need reviving
so that always when you sip your sweet cups of tea
you will keep me safe in your hearts my friends … my Family
and I will keep you in mine for all of eternity.
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A Marbled White (Melanargia galathea.) and a Cuckoo bee (Bombus vestalis) sharing a Common Knapweed flower (Centaurea nigra). Bath Skyline walk, Claverton, BANES, England, UK.
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This is most likely the single documented memory of this trees existence. At the time I took the photo it was the atmosphere and the isolation from nearby trees that caught my attention. In the long run this has become an oddly historical photo. The backstory, prior to hurricane Irma in 2019 this wetland had numerous mature trees that were decimated by the fierce winds and eventually they were removed by the home owners association. This young tree survived the storm because it was shrouded by the mature trees and it grew quickly after there was nothing to block it’s growth any longer.
After this photo was taken last year some uninformed people chose to remove this tree for unknown reasons. They learned that this tree species is protected by state law after the fact. They were fined and supposed to replace it which there is not evidence that it was replaced. However, the point is they did what was right in their own eyes without knowledge of laws to protect endangered plant and wildlife species. We are all guilty of acting without good intel at one point or another during our lives and this is a reminder we should think twice before leaping.
I am forever grateful that this tree spoke loud enough to my inner being to preserve it’s memory and short life.
UPDATE: I walked the area this week where the tree had stood
and was pleasantly surprised to see that not only one tree had been planted but three new trees had been planted in replacement of this little one who’s time was shortened.
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In 2005 I participated in a contest hosted by FBTB to design and build an Imperial Voidfighter. My entry at the time was mediocre. Here is a reimagined version of the Voidfighter more than 17 years later, featuring a pilot minifig with an extremely rare dark bluish gray snowtrooper helmet from around 2010 (only 2 known in existence).
You can see the original contest entries on Flickr.
“Beautiful colors exist, though we do not realize it, and are glimpsed behind the veil that modesty has drawn over them.”
― Paul Gauguin
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I'm collecting Lighthouses
One of the most relaxing things for me it's to be on a big beach with no one else. Just the sound of the waves...
Today was the time of one of those moments.
The man measured his life between trees
With each new oak, aspen, elm, or palm
He would force himself
To make a decision
Often, they were completely Inconsequential
He’d decide to text his daughter Hello
To schedule a meet up with a friend to play cards
Or what he might eat for lunch
On occasion, reaching
The next tree
Helped with more momentous choices
Should he move closer to his son and grandson?
Should he give a substantial donation to clarity?
Should he invite his landscaper’s family of refugees to stay with him if they didn’t feel safe?
Weighing each choice and alternatives,
He noticed the peeling bark of the elm tree and
How the white revealed a wound of red-orange.
He observed the eyes of the Aspen trunks staring at him
With no way of speaking a solution.
He noticed how the shape of the oak tree leaves
Were unlike any other.
He breathed deeply and reminded himself that,
As a tree takes decades to grow,
A decision can take a substantial time to make as well.
The problem with trees is actually a problem with humans.
We aren’t usually careful enough with our choices
Sometimes it’s our fault when the trees burn down.
All it takes is a mere moment of flippancy.
This man will walk for hours or
Days if he has to
Until he runs out of trees to
Inspire him to stop procrastinating
Then, he’ll look around in a state
Of both awe and horror
Unable to put another foot forward.
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In my existence,,i realized that happiness is a very subjective factor in one's life...
Being happy doesnt depend on achieving what you want; it is makin the best out of what is given....
Life isnt fair,,it never was...
the only thing that can make you completely happy is contentment...
be contented of what you have ,,but be sure to aim high and never stop believing you can do better everytime...
but if all else fails,,dont forget that an ordinary you has an extraordinary God to back you up...:)
Contemplating life, why are we here?
Clinging to existence on this earthly sphere
Sitting by a lake, thinking and wondering
Listening to the sound of the sky thundering
Are humans meant to contaminate the air?
Or strip the forests until they are bare
Are humans meant to kill and to maim?
Is it all part of the evolutionary game?
Maybe there really is an omnipresent god
Looking down, thinking they’re odd
I gave them a lovely planet, full of many wonders
They keep making, such elementary blunders
Like filling the oceans full of nuclear waste
Destroying the ozone layer with indecent haste
Pretending they don't see, others dying of need
Declaring wars, until the earth it does bleed
Contemplating life, why are we here?
Clinging to existence on this earthly sphere
By a lake, that is mysteriously gleaming
I stand contemplating, life's real meaning