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I found this book in my brother's room; he's got a great book shelf overflowing with novels and chapter books that nobody reads.
My mom has had these old tea cups in our cabinet for centuries it seems, and I've always wanted to do something with them, so I figured they'd go nicely on top of my other vintage-y stuff.
The alley leading to the entrance portal of the Château de Chenonceau, Chenonceaux, Loire Valley, France
Some background information:
On our first visit of the Château de Chenonceau (when this picture was taken) we explored the château and its gardens, but we did not get to the southern bank of the River Cher, from where you can take much better pictures. However, we made up for that two years later, when I took those two photos:
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The Château de Chenonceau is a French château spanning the River Cher, near the small village of Chenonceaux in the French department of Indre-et-Loire. Hence, it is a water palace and as such one of the best-known châteaux of the Loire Valley. The Château de Chenonceau is situated about 40 km (25 miles) to the southeast of the city of Tours. It is also called "Château des Dames" (in English "Château of the ladies"), because it were mainly women, who decided its history and fate.
The estate of Chenonceau was first mentioned in a document in the 11th century. The current château was built between 1514 and 1522 on the foundations of an old mill and later extended to span the river. In the 13th century, the fief of Chenonceau belonged to the Marques family. The original château was torched in 1412 to punish the owner, Jean Marques, for an act of sedition. In the 1430s, he rebuilt a château and fortified mill on the site. However, Jean Marques' indebted heir Pierre Marques found it necessary to sell the estate.
Thomas Bohier, Chamberlain to King Charles VIII of France, purchased the castle from Pierre Marques in 1513 and demolished most of it (resulting in 2013 being considered the 500th anniversary of the castle), though its 15th-century keep was left standing. Between 1515 and 1521 Bohier built an entirely new residence. The work was overseen by his wife Katherine Briçonnet, who delighted in hosting French nobility, including King Francis I on two occasions.
In 1535 the château was seized from Bohier's son by King Francis I of France for unpaid debts to the Crown. After Francis' death in 1547, Henry II offered the château as a gift to his mistress, Diane de Poitiers, who became fervently attached to the château along the river. In 1555 she commissioned Philibert de l'Orme to build the arched bridge joining the château to its opposite bank. Diane then oversaw the planting of extensive flower and vegetable gardens along with a variety of fruit trees. Set along the banks of the river, but buttressed from flooding by stone terraces, the exquisite gardens were laid out in four triangles.
Diane de Poitiers was the unquestioned mistress of the castle, but ownership remained with the crown until 1555 when years of delicate legal manoeuvres finally yielded possession to her. After King Henry II died in 1559, his strong-willed widow and regent Catherine de' Medici forced Diane to exchange it for the Château Chaumont. Queen Catherine then made Chenonceau her own favourite residence, adding a new series of gardens.
As Regent of France, Catherine spent a fortune on the château and on spectacular nighttime parties. In 1560, the first-ever fireworks display seen in France took place during the celebrations marking the ascension to the throne of Catherine's son Francis II. The grand gallery, which extended along the existing bridge to cross the entire river, was dedicated in 1577. Catherine also added rooms between the chapel and the library on the east side of the corps de logis, as well as a service wing on the west side of the entry courtyard.
On Catherine's death in January 1589, the château went to her daughter-in-law, Louise of Lorraine, wife of King Henry III. Louise was at Chenonceau when she learned of her husband's assassination, in August 1589, and she fell into a state of depression. Louise spent the next eleven years, until her death in January 1601, wandering aimlessly along the château's corridors dressed in mourning clothes, amidst sombre black tapestries stitched with skulls and crossbones.
Henri IV obtained Chenonceau for his mistress Gabrielle d'Estrées by paying the debts of Catherine de' Medici, which had been inherited by Louise and were threatening to ruin her. In return, Louise left the château to her niece Françoise de Lorraine, at that time six years old and betrothed to the four-year-old César de Bourbon, duc de Vendôme, the natural son of Gabrielle d'Estrées and Henri IV. The château belonged to the Duc de Vendôme and his descendants for more than a hundred years. The Bourbons had little interest in the château, except for hunting. In 1650, Louis XIV was the last king of the ancien régime to visit.
In 1720, the Château de Chenonceau was bought by the Duke of Bourbon. Little by little, he sold off all of the castle's contents and many of the fine statues ended up at Versailles. In 1733 the estate was sold for 130,000 livres (corresponding to 2.1 million $ today) to a wealthy squire named Claude Dupin. His wife, Louise Dupin, was the natural daughter of the financier Samuel Bernard and the actress Manon Dancourt. She was regarded as an intelligent, beautiful, and highly cultivated woman.
Louise Dupin's literary salon at Chenonceau attracted such leaders of the Enlightenment as the writers Voltaire, Montesquieu, and Fontenelle, the naturalist Buffon, the playwright Marivaux, the philosopher Condillac, as well as the Marquise de Tencin and the Marquise du Deffand. Jean-Jacques Rousseau was Dupin's secretary and tutored her son. Rousseau, who worked on Émile at Chenonceau, wrote in his Confessions: "We played music there and staged comedies. I wrote a play in verse entitled Sylvie's Path, after the name of a path in the park along the Cher."
The widowed Louise Dupin saved the château from destruction during the French Revolution, preserving it from being destroyed by the Revolutionary Guard because "it was essential to travel and commerce, being the only bridge across the river for many miles."
In 1864 Marguerite Pelouze, a rich heiress, acquired the château. Around 1875 she commissioned the architect Félix Roguet to restore it. He almost completely renewed the interior and removed several of Catherine de' Medici's additions, including the rooms between the library and the chapel and her alterations to the north facade, among which were figures of Hercules, Pallas, Apollo, and Cybele that were moved to the park. With the money Marguerite spent on these projects and elaborate parties, her finances were depleted, and the château was seized and sold.
José-Emilio Terry, a Cuban millionaire, acquired Chenonceau from Madame Pelouze in 1891. Terry sold it in 1896 to a family member, Francisco Terry. In 1913, the château was acquired by Henri Menier, a member of the Menier family, famous for their chocolates, who still own it to this day.
During World War I Gaston Menier set up the gallery to be used as a hospital ward. During the Second World War, the château was bombed by the Germans in June 1940. It was also a means of escaping from the Nazi-occupied zone on one side of the river Cher to the "free" zone on the opposite bank. Occupied by the Germans, the château was bombed by the Allies in June 1944, when the chapel was hit and its windows destroyed. In 1951, the Menier family entrusted the château's restoration to Bernard Voisin, who brought the dilapidated structure and the gardens (ravaged in the Cher flood in 1940) back to a reflection of its former glory.
An architectural mixture of late Gothic and early Renaissance, Château de Chenonceau and its gardens are open to the public. The château has been designated as a Monument historique since 1840 by the French Ministry of Culture. Today, Chenonceau is a major tourist attraction. It receives more than 800,000 visitors each year and is the most visited château in France, apart from the Royal Palace of Versailles.
The Château de Chenonceau is also regarded as one of the haunted castles of France. Occasionally when the moon is full, Catherine may be seen combing the hair of her rival, Diane. On other occasions, Diane was seen standing unhappily in front of her bedroom mirror. At least, several people have stated that. Well, everyone has to decide for themselves whether she or he believes in ghosts or not.
Since 2000, the Château de Chenonceau belongs to the UNESCO Word Heritage Site "The Loire Valley between Sully-sur-Loire and Chalonnes" with its many breathtaking châteaux. Altogether there are more than 400 of them in the Loire region.
When a woman finds the man she wants to marry, she sees the potential in him to become the man she knows he can be. When a man finds the woman he wants to marry, he sees exactly what he wants for the rest of his life. The woman of his dreams and things will always be the same. But boys are boys and it takes us a long time to grow up and women, they carry babies and become mothers and pick-up responsibilities and sensibilities quickly.
No esperes más de la mayoría de la gente de lo que esperarías de una piedra,
pues al menos las piedras no te darían una patada en el culo sin venir a cuento.
Children catching and expecting to catch some token of the moment. The line as to what age leaves childhood behind has become quite blurred in this scene and in all of Mardi Gras. King Arthur Parade New Orleans 2022. photo by Louis Dutrey
Best Viewed BLACK
Taken from the underground on my way back from a street shoot.. returning the gear to my office.. There she was .. wow. could not resist.. and fuzzed it just right... She looked despaired waiting for someone who perhaps never came... I captured this take just off the escalator, i had the cam in hand et voila.. instant reflex.. :-) It is awesome also in B/W.. Lol.
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Prise rapide du weekend.. je rentrais justement de ma sortie et me preparait a remettre mon equipement a mon bureau losquelle est apparue au sommet de l'escalateur.. J'avais toujours le D300 en main et vlan.. prise sur le vif avec juste l'effect broulle que je souhaitait.. Banco .. :-)
Bonne semaine a tous..
Even though I don't know what I'm expecting for
I have this feeling in my heart that make me look to the horizon
Always imagining what is next
Silvia Nov/2015
This photo is an example of twisted because on the outside of the mirror, the girl is dressed elegantly/pretty but as she looks in the mirror she see's what she feels on the inside. To edit this photo I took 2 separate pictures and masked the girl in the mirror, on the mirror, to give off an eerie feeling. This my best image because it met my expectations.
unplanned visit unplanned shoot. I told her to pretend she was waiting for her husband to come home. d800 85mm 1.8g @1.8
My last series of photos inspired by Funny Face/Paris and my last Poppy! She was also my very first Poppy and therefore very special to me.
TASTING NOTES
THE TASTE — Sweet floral & vanilla nose, herbal. nutmeg, leather, cinnamon finish
THE JUICE — Limestone filtered Texas spring water
Building on centuries of traditional Dutch jenevers distillers—thought by many to be the origin of gin—Treaty Oak ages Waterloo Antique gin in medium-char, white oak barrels to create body and complexity of flavor and a robust mouth-feel unusual in gin. It’s a dash of whiskey richness in a crisp gin flavor.
Already botanically hearty, Waterloo gin is aged for 18 to 24 months, allowing the interaction between wood and spirits to create richer, deeper flavors and aromas, engaging the palate in a long conversation about taste and expectations.
TASTING NOTES
THE TASTE — Sweet floral & vanilla nose, herbal. nutmeg, leather, cinnamon finish
THE JUICE — Limestone filtered Texas spring water
Nikon D80, f/13, 1/3 sec, ISO-100 two 500w hot lights.
Experimentando a primeira amostra de 2015, janeiro já está acabando. Vejo que esse ano possa me trazer diversas novidades boas mas o que busco mesmo pra ele é paz de sentido, um estar bem, um ano sereno.
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R.S.Connett granted me his kind permission to convert this awesome painting into stereoscopic 3D.
Thank you so much Robert, I truly enjoyed making this one (...what was I thinking...) and I hope it lives up to your expectations.
(Be sure to view this full screen)
Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema
Oil on canvas
26 x 17 5/8 inches (66.1 x 45 cm)
Netherlands Academic painter & draftsman
born 8 January 1836 - died 28 June 1912
(EXPLORED!) day three-hundred-and-seventeen.
xmas eve.
i really despise how expectations are so high around this time of year.
merely expectations to reside peacefully and lovingly together seem hard to obtain with all the tension.
spent the whole day cooking/cleaning.
and other cliché things.
i'm in the mood to draw.
to draw and write and relieve my mind.
but i left all of my supplies at my apartment.
maybe i can find a somewhat unfilled sketch book in what's left of my old room.
sometimes i have weird dreams. not weird-cool dreams. just weird-pointless dreams.
like today i took a nap and i dreamt of my friend at a school and he knew karate and then this girl from mexico in a prom dress showed up and was looking for him so she could beat him up..but little did she know he knew karate...so he jumped from the corner and tackled her and then.....blew on her shoulder?
..i didn't understand. that was his karate move.
and then she was like.. "uh..he just blew on my shoulder.." and then left.
however, the next segment of dreaming i liked much better. i was walking through this village at night and was wandering through this old stone place with street-lamps surrounding it. making the gray cobble stone structure glow hues of orange and yellow.
it was a nursing home of some sorts.
filled with artists who were approaching death.
i walked into one mans room.
dimly lit.
the smell of old cigarette smoke that had soaked into his collected books and fabrics clung to my lungs--bringing back memories of my grandmother.
the walls stained yellow from nicotine.
he was sitting in his wheelchair in the corner with a cane and wore a bowler hat.
then he thanked me, with his aged raspy trembling voice, for the impact i've made on his life..and then i woke to my mother asking me if i was alright because it was late afternoon.
she thought i had been sleeping all day...which is not normal for me.
but i just wake up before everyone else does.
and then i got bored after 10:00a.m. and still no one was awake, so i took a nap.
i want to finish that dream though.
i want to know what else he was going to say.
maybe that was all he was going to say.
maybe that was how it was suppose to end.
11:11
..i did it again.
Ok I admit. As a portrait photographer it's not often that I use a tripod. Or that I use filters (Lee graduated ND saved the day here). It's also uncommon for me to use an ultra wide-angle lens (like the 14-24mm), nor do I recall ever taking a portrait with my aperture down to f/16. I love fusing my love of landscapes with portraiture. I think it's a win-win situation, wouldn't you say? :-)
Thanks to my little assistant for keeping the strobes pointed right where it needed to be, to our wonderful model for making the trek from 4 hours away (you're the best, Christina!), and to Sophie for being my radio DJ during the many hours we've spent on the road, and for her attention to posing, hair, wardrobe, and everything else that went into making this (couldn't have done it without you).
Badwater is an odd place. You're standing at a dry lake, 282 feet below sea level, while out in the distance, Mt. Whitney (just past that mountain range) soars at 14,505 feet. The lowest (and highest) point in the 48 states. Talk about extremes. But we didn't pick this place because it would be easy. What's the fun in that?
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