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“Existe longa distância
entre o ver e o enxergar.
Ver é fácil, é uma graça,
basta ter globo ocular.
Enxergar é mais difícil,
é dádiva do sentimento,
não precisa nem olhar.”
on a road, in the fog, at midnight, on a planet, somewhere in a galaxy of 400 billion stars. The air was perfectly still, small drops of water fell from the trees as blood flowed through my brain and oxygen molecules permeated flesh membranes. I could hear cows calling to each other. This was all, normal.
He stood on the edge of the world, a lone figure suspended between sky and stone. Before him sprawled New Zealand's Southern Alps, their peaks — Poseidon, Sarpedon, Amphion — rising like silent arguments carved from light and ice. The glacier unfurled its pale tongue, an ancient current arrested mid-sentence, its surface rippled with the memory of motion. The air shimmered, crystalline and unrepentant, a cold clarity that cut to the marrow.
Lake Agnes lay below, a still pool, dark and sharp as polished obsidian. It absorbed the landscape without a ripple, the reflection a perfect inversion—mountains upside down, the sky swallowed by earth. The scene was a paradox: immensity caught in a whisper, time paused on the brink of collapse. He felt the grass brittle beneath his boots, the wind threading through the crevices of his jacket—a touch neither warm nor cruel, merely indifferent.
For three days he had wrestled through the entrails of the land. The rainforest had closed around him with a suffocating lushness, roots coiling like serpents beneath the moss. Streams foamed with a glacial bite, the waters quick and thoughtless, bruising his ankles as he waded through. Thorned thickets tore at his skin with the intimacy of old grudges. He climbed slopes slick with rain, his body folded into painful angles, the horizon always receding. When he reached this place, the fog had been thick enough to erase the contours of the world. His tent had trembled in the night winds, the cold seeping in like an unwelcome thought.
But then dawn came, unburdened and lucid. The veil lifted, and the mountains revealed themselves in their raw articulation. They did not posture or proclaim—they simply were, immutable and unscripted. The glacier’s silence was more profound than any roar; the peaks did not loom so much as exist beyond scale.
Here, in this distilled emptiness, the trivial machinery of the world he had fled seemed absurd. The restless striving, the ceaseless revolutions of ambition and vanity—all of it shrank to the size of a pebble lost in a chasm. There was no wheel here to turn, no circuit to complete. Only the landscape, bare and relentless in its honesty.
He filled his lungs, the air sharp enough to taste. It was an act of quiet rebellion, this deliberate witnessing. In that breath, he found not freedom, but a dissolution of need. The lines between man and mountain wavered, softened by the sheer scale of indifference. If he stayed long enough, perhaps he too would become part of this tableau—his form dissolving into lichen and shadow, his presence no more than a pause in the wilderness’s endless thought.
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Fotos antiguas del puerto de acapulco, 1910 a 1940.
Legado de fotos antiguas para los Acapulqueños , y los que aman Acapulco.
Leyendas.
ACATL Y QUIÁHUITL
La leyenda principia cuando una tribu yope que se había establecido en las inmediaciones de la bahía, se ve atacada por otra deorigen náhuatl, que los derrota y obliga a huir. La tribu náhuatl era nómada por lo que transitoriamente se establece en el lugar que arrebatara a los yopes. Durante su estadía en la cuenca de la bahía, nace Acatl hijo del jefe de dicha tribu, quien lo encomienda a la protección de Quetzalcóatl. Los nómadas abandonan el lugar que ocuparan en busca de otros sitios de caza. Transcurren los años y Acatl, con el consentimiento de su padre, parte en busca de su futura esposa y en su peregrinar llega al sitio donde se encontraba una tribu y se enamora perdidamente de Quiáhuitl, la hija del jefe, sin saber que pertenecía a la tribu yope que su padre había derrotado.
El padre de Quiáhuitl, por el odio y rencor que tenía contra el padre Acatl que lo había expulsado de las inmediaciones de la bahía, niega el permiso para los esponsales y maldice a Acatl, invocando a sus dioses para que lo hechicen. Acatl entristecido, llega al refugio donde había nacido y dando paso a su desilusión, sin saber que con ello se cumplía el hechizo, lloró tanto su amargura, que las perlas incontenibles de sus ojos humedecieron su atlético cuerpo, que poco a poco se fue deshaciendo, derritiéndose completamente, para convertirse en un charco de lodo y no de sangre, del cual, como hijos de Acatl, brotaron unos carrizos.
Quetzalcóatl, furioso por el daño que le habían ocasionado a su protegido, castiga a los yopes en la persona de Quiáhuitl, convirtiéndola en una nube. Una tarde la nube penetra por la bocana a la bahía y habiendo localizado los carrizos, hijos de su amado Acatl, la furia y celos la invaden, por lo que se arroja sobre ellos en forma de tromba, destruyéndolos y arrasándolos para morir en el lodazal y fundirse en Acatl, compartiendo así su destino.
De esta leyenda se desprenden las definiciones de Acapulco: "lugar de las cañas en el lodo", "en el lugar de los carrizos grandes o de las cañas grandes", "carrizal destruido" o "en el lugar en el que fuero destruidos o arrasados los carrizos".
El primer extranjero en Acapulco.
Existe otra leyenda que dice que el primer extranjero que llegó a Acapulco era un monje chino con el nombre de Fa Hsien quien visitó el pequeño poblado en tiempos prehispánicos, alrededor del 417 d.C, mucho antes que Cristóbal Colón hubiera cruzado el Atlántico para descubrir América. De regreso en China, el monje relató sobre el hermoso pueblo que llamó "Ye Pa Ti" o el " Lugar de las Aguas Hermosas". Contó de llegar y encontrar a amigables nativos pertenecientes a la rama de los indios Nahoa, con quienes pudo comunicarse a través de buena voluntad y señas. Le dio a los nativos su primera probada de arroz y a cambio le dieron a él tortillas de maíz, venado seco y cerdo salvaje. Les dejó muestras de vestimentas de seda y aparentemente logró cruzar en varias ocasiones más, trayendo cada vez consigo más artículos para trueque. Esta leyenda habla sobre encuentros y comercio tempranos con la cultura china, pero aunque existe testimonio de esto en varios registros chinos, es poca la evidencia física con la que se cuenta.
HISTORIA.
Para entender a la ciudad Acapulco, hay que entender que hay un complejo proceso histórico atrás, según algunos investigadores de la historia de nuestro país, a dos mil años antes de Cristo, cuando ya había habitantes. Hay vestigios de cabezas de arcilla en la "ciudad perdida" en el poblado de La Sabana. Hace varios años con motivo de la expropiación de punta diamante se localizó cerámica. En ambos casos con una antigüedad de dos mil años antes de la era cristiana, lo que quiere decir que es puerto es antiguo aunque modernizado a través de los tiempos. Acapulco, según la lengua nahuatl significa en sus raíces Acatl, Pol Co, "lugar en que fueron destruidos o arrancados los carrizos".
LOS GALEONES.
Abrir la ruta de Acapulco a la colonia Filipinas, tropieza al inicio con varios problemas debido a que lo propuesto por Urdaneta, de proveer al puerto de astillero, madera, equipo y alimentos, no se había hecho ni se contaba con el elemento humano necesario para la empresa.
Acapulco carecía de todo, era la hermosa y protegida bahía, puerto natural por excelencia que brinda resguardo a las naves y nada más.
Las mercancías que se embarcaban en Acapulco con destino a Filipinas consistían en grana, cochinilla, añil, en general las plantas tintóreas, pasamanería de oro, loza, tejidos de lana, vino y aceite, éstos últimos llegados de España; la plata acuñada que se enviaba para los sitiados para solventar los gastos gubernamentales, así como, la remitida por los comerciantes para adquirir los productos de la India y China.
Las ventajas que sobre Acapulco presentaba Filipinas para la construcción de los barcos eran numerosas. En las islas, se contaba con madera, artesanos chinos, malayos y aborígenes con gran tradición en la manufactura de naves que significaba mano de obra barata y abundante, en tanto que en México-Navidad y Acapulco acontecía lo contrario, aunado esto al apoyo que significaba para la colonización, lo que inclinó la balanza a favor de Manila.
Lo que acá era difícil, allá fue fácil. Las maderas empleadas en Filipinas para la construcción de los galeones eran, la teca para el armazón y en las uniones, quilla, timón y piezas interiores, se usaba la madera conocida en las Filipinas con el nombre de Molave. Para el casco de la nao se usaba la madera de Lañang de gran flexibilidad. Para las cuerdas de los aparejos y jarcias se empleaba el cáñamo de Manila. Las telas y apaños se producían en la provincia de Ilocos, mientras que los metales se compraban en China, Japón o Macao y aún en la India; para ser trabajados por los herreros chinos.
En general, grande fue la resistencia de los galeones, tanto que eran descritos como fuertes castillos en el mar. La capacidad de carga de los barcos, era en un principio, de trescientas toneladas, aumentándose paulatinamente con el transcurso del tiempo y perfeccionamiento del diseño hasta llegar a dos mil toneladas. Si bien los barcos eran resistentes y permitieron mantener el servicio con regularidad, no por ello dejaron de existir críticas.
De acuerdo al Colegio de México, la presencia española en las tierras calientes de la costa se mantuvo sólo en aquellos casos que como los puertos de Veracruz o Acapulco, eran puntos vitales para la sobrevivencia de la Colonia. Por ello, esos puertos, son ciudades sostenidas desde fuera. Puertos legales y geográficamente necesarios para el tráfico comercial entre la metrópoli y el puerto real que era la Ciudad de México y carecían de vida propia.
Existían otros proyectos que bien podían haberse desarrollado en el puerto de aquellos años como la pesca de la ballena y el cachalote, sin embargo, el estado actual de las colonias españolas, la desidia de los habitantes era un obstáculo para esta tarea. Cómo hallar marineros dispuestos a dedicarse a esta difícil labor en un país en donde según la opinión del común del pueblo, el hombre es feliz sólo con comer plátanos, carne salada, una hamaca y una guitarra. La esperanza de las ganancias era un estimulante muy débil, bajo una zona en donde la benéfica naturaleza ofrece al hombre mil medios de crearse una existencia cómoda y tranquila, sin apartarse de su país ni luchar con los monstruos del Océano.
Los marineros de los galeones eran contenidos en una proporción que llegó a ser de un español por cinco filipinos -estos ganaban menos- y se les pagaba por lo general cuando la nao regresaba a Manila, impidiendo con ello que desertaran. Esta situación dañaría permanentemente a nuestro puerto, convirtiéndolo tan sólo en el de arribo de la Nao de China, como en la práctica se denominaba la ruta que unía a México con las Filipinas.
CIUDAD Y CAPITAL
Acapulco surge portuariamente cuando Cortés dispone que las naos san Miguel y San Marcos, a las órdenes de Diego Hurtado de Mendoza, partan para explorar las costas del Océano Pacífico.
La villa o aldea que surge con motivo de la partida de las naos, no tuvo un nacimiento similar a otras poblaciones, osea, mediante la ceremonia de su fundación, acorde a lo indicado en uno de los primeros documentos destinados a reglamentar la construcción de las ciudades y villas de la Nueva España: "Ordenanzas sobre descubrimientos, población y pacificación de las Indias". En este documento, el Rey dispone la forma que debe seguir la traza de las ciudades y villas.
EL ANTIGUO PALACIO MUNICIPAL
El puerto de Acapulco tuvo un célebre convento de franciscanos fundado en junio del año de 1607. Con los títulos consiguientes se erigió el convento de San Diego de aquel puerto, dándole el nombre de Nuestra Señora de la Guía, a imitación del templo consagrado a esa advocación en las Islas Filipinas, entre Cavite y Manila. El convento de San Francisco de Acapulco, se fundó con objeto de servir de hospital, cuidáronlo seis religiosos de la provincia de Michoacán y en 1632 pasaron los religiosos de san Hipólito a cuidar ese establecimiento de beneficencia.
El convento se ubicaba en la pequeña loma localizada al noreste de la catedral, antigua Parroquia de la Soledad, predio ocupado actualmente por el Palacio Municipal. Dejó de funcionar al ser convertido en hospital y baluarte a raíz del sitio impuesto a la ciudad, y todo el personal que lo habitaba fue concentrado a la fortaleza de San Diego junto con toda la población española.
Abandonado el edifico fue solicitado por las autoridades a fin de instalar en el mismo las oficinas públicas, ya que el edificio que ocupaba la Presidencia Municipal, frente al Jardín Álvarez, según el decir de los interesados, en condiciones ruinosas debido a los frecuentes temblores, lo que justificaba la mudanza al antiguo convento, que con algunas adaptaciones hechas en las postrimerías del siglo pasado, sirvió durante más de 50 años de Palacio y cárcel Municipal.
"El llamado Palacio Municipal, está enclavado en lo que antes era una antigua cofradía de religiosos. Lo que conocimos como tal, fue acondicionado en 1910, para instalar el reloj público, mismo que fue inaugurado el 16 de septiembre de 1910; pero en 1912, fue derribado por un ciclón. Para construir el actual edificio circular, que contiene las oficinas Municipales, se demuele el anterior, respetándose solamente un muro que forma parte del actual Auditorio y que correspondía a la celda que ocupara durante el tiempo que estuvo presa, la pintora Sofía Bassi, y lo utilizara para una pintura mural, la que, según los expertos, es una obra de arte, motivando su conservación. El actual Palacio Municipal fue inaugurado a fines del año 1971.
CRÓNICA HISTÓRICA.
De 1406 a 1502 después de ser sometido por la cultura Tolteca, Acapulco, se convirtió en parte del Imperio Azteca, Acapulco fue tomado por los Tarascos al igual que sucedió en Zacatula, en la región de la Costa Grande.
El 13 de Diciembre de 1521 enviado por Hernán Cortés arribó con su embarcación a la bahía de Acapulco, el español Francisco Chico el que se pronunció como descubridor por ser ese día dedicado a Santa Lucía le bautizó con dicho nombre a la hermosa bahía, aunque hay que constar que otros historiadores citan diversas fechas, de llegada de otros marinos.
El camino de herradura de la capital azteca a este puerto sirvió a Cortes para emplear a los indios a llevar carga para la construcción de embarcaciones que utilizaba en sus exploraciones lucrativas.
Por cierto, Cortés frecuentaba a Acapulco, pernoctando en la pequeña bahía que después llamó Puerto Marqués en su honor, por ser el Marqués del Valle de Oaxaca.
El 30 de Junio de 1532 zarpó en su embarcación de la bahía de Acapulco el marino Diego Hurtado de Mendoza. En ese mismo año por decreto de la corona española, Acapulco fue denominada "Ciudad de los Reyes".
En 1556 es la patrona de Acapulco Santa María de Guía que es la misma de La Soledad, según algunos religiosos, pero fue en 1742 cuando se le dio un retoque a la imagen y de hecho desde entonces adquiere el nombre definitivo de La Soledad, que permanece en el altar mayor de lo que hoy es La Catedral.
En 1570 el rey Felipe II decretó a la a ciudad de Acapulco, como el sitio comercial para realizar los negocios entre América y Asia, principalmente Las Filipinas.
En 1590 con los hábitos franciscanos zarpó del puerto de Acapulco Felipe de Jesús hacia Asia para su movimiento cristiano, pero encontró la oposición del emperador. Junto con otros religiosos fue torturado y crucificado el 5 de febrero de 1591 en Nagasaki. Años más tarde se le declaró como el único santo mexicano.
En 1646 se realizaron actos de piratería por los ingleses que asaltaron a embarcaciones con grandes tesoros, que según una leyenda, están enterrados en la Isla de la Roqueta.
En 1616 se construyó el primer Fuerte de San Diego, para proteger a la población, pero el terremoto de 1776 lo derribó, dándose a la tarea de levantar otro castillo en 1783 que es el definitivo, baluarte de la lucha insurgente del padre José María Morelos y Pavón, cárcel para los revolucionarios que se opusieron a la dictadura de Porfirio Díaz (y algo para ripley, este lugar durante el siglo XX fue plaza de toros –hay fotos todavía en la super hamburguesa con toros al pie del fuerte -, sede de las reseñas mundiales de cine, escenario del estreno de El Pesebre con su autor Pablo Casals y sitio para diversas recepciones como la que se brindó a la Reina Isabel II, de Inglaterra y el príncipe consorte Felipe de Edimburgo, por el presidente Miguel de la Madrid).
El 1º de Noviembre de 1799 el rey Carlos IV, de España, declaró como Ciudad, a Acapulco. En el siglo XIX el barón Alejandro Von Humboldt, procedente de Guayaquil llegó al puerto y al asomarse desde la cubierta de su barco en la bocana y ver la belleza natural, exclamó que era el lugar más hermoso del mundo.
En Acapulco tuvieron lugar las grandes Ferias de la Nao de la China cada año, se desarrollaban del 10 de Enero al 25 de Febrero, donde se ofrecía lo más extravagante de la mercancía asiática.
Aquí llegó en una nao, La Mirra que se decía descendiente del Gran Mongol (sic), fue vendida al mejor postor y enviada a Puebla donde se le bautizó con el nombre de Catarina de San Juan, comunmente conocida hasta nuestros días como la China Poblana.
En 1831 tuvimos un hecho lamentable, el consumador de la Independencia y Ex presidente de la república, General Vicente Guerrero, fue traicionado por cincuenta mil pesos, por el italiano Francisco Picaluga en una hospedería que se encontraba frente al viejo Ayuntamiento, en la actual Plaza Sor Juana. Picaluga lo llevó con engaños al barco Colombo, dentro lo apresó, lo trasladó a las bahías de Huatulco y de ahí llevado afrente a un convento en Culiapan, donde fue fusilado.
La posada se encontraba a unos cuantos pasos del convento, del zócalo, del templo de La Soledad, sobre la vereda que iba a dar a los acantilados de La Quebrada, era la casa más grande, ahí se hospedaban los obispos. Ahí descanso unos días, Benito Juárez, cuando buscó la entrevista con el General Juan Alvarez, que dio paso al Plan de Ayutla y a la consolidación de la república, ahí vivió mucho tiempo Ignacio Comonfort al ocupar la administración de la aduana marítima, en fin, ahí llegaron todos los personajes desde principios del siglo pasado. Sillones, camas, cartas, documentos y otras reliquias, se conservaron mucho tiempo en esa casa, que se perdieron entre ellas algunas fotografías o pinturas sobre el Benemérito de las Américas, al no pensarse quizá lo que significaba el concepto de la historia nacional sino ahí fuera el museo de tantos próceres que se hospedaron en esa casa que tenía portones, jardines y caballerizas, donde también acostumbraban arribar los arrieros a vender sus mercancías para los comerciantes españoles y mexicanos. Otros llegaban en barcos, también buscaban refugio en esta posada. Ya hasta 1918, se formalizó el hotel "Altavista", que manejaban Luis González Veléz y su esposa Guadalupe Adame Salazar. Esta casa perteneció al doctor Roberto Posada y a las mamitas González, una de ellas esposa del facultativo y las mamitas, heredaron la casa a los hermanos Carlos, Virginia, Alberto, Agustín y a Luis González Veles.
En 1889 el arquitecto Enrique Lauller y el presidente municipal de Acapulco, Antonio Pintos Sierra elaboraron el plano de esta Ciudad y Puerto cuando eran cinco mil habitantes y pocos barrios como La Lima, Los Tepetates, Viejo Campo santo, Tambuco, La Guinea, que por cierto por decreto del Gobierno del Estado de Guerrero, fueron declarados como históricos, conservándose como están como un símbolo cultural y típico.
El 2 de mayo de 1895 nació en el barrio de La Playa, José Azueta, uno de los grandes héroes mexicanos, que el 21 de Abril de 1914 con el grado de teniente, en el puerto de Veracruz defendió la soberanía nacional ante el invasor norteamericano, cuando se le quiso proporcionar atención médica con un facultativo de ese país lo rechazó, él murió junto con el cadete veracruzano Virgilio Uribe.
Otro acapulqueño ilustre nacido en 1890 fue Juan R. Escudero, quien en su juventud al conocer las penurias de sus paisanos, a pesar de ser hijo de un comerciante rico español, luchó contra los propios empresarios españoles y mexicanos que explotaban a los obreros, los defendió en su periódico "regeneración", como fundador del partido obrero, alcalde y ciudadano, lo que motivó un complot, siendo atacado primero en el palacio municipal donde al dársele el tiro de gracia quedó paralítico, vivió y desde la silla de ruedas continuó la defensa de los marginados, pero el 21 de Diciembre de 1923 después de estar en las mazmorras del Fuerte de San Diego, fue fusilado junto con sus hermanos Francisco y Felipe que secundaban su lucha.
A las cero horas del nacimiento del siglo XX los nativos no pasaban de cinco mil, festejaron el advenimiento con cohetes, verbenas y otras muestras de alegría.
En 1903 vio la primera luz en Acapulco José Agustín Ramírez Altamirano, que desde la tierna edad tocando el órgano en el templo o tomando la guitarra compuso lo mejor como el Himno a la Madre, el Corrido del Agrarista, el vals María Elena que le regaló a Lorenzo Barcelata, Acapulqueña, Caleta, La San Marqueña, Ometepec, Linalore y otras. Un hombre que además de maestro, fue insigne borracho y pendenciero, dejando de vivir a la edad de 54 años por cirrosis hepática. A la postre, su hermana; la también maestra Conchita, fundó el Instituto México, en la avenida Niños Héroes y Tehuacan. Aún pueden encontrarse en este colegio, piezas escritas por él.
El 14 de Febrero de 1909 Acapulco vivió una de las mayores tragedias, cuando se incendió el Teatro Flores, construido de madera, sin seguridad, pues las puertas en lugar de abrir hacia fuera eran al revés y eso ocasionó que se convirtieran en cenizas cientos de residentes y costeños que vinieron a la inauguración de ese escenario donde hubo muchos que lo contaron como el niño Pepe Muñuzuri, que con el tiempo se convertiría en un periodista, lo salvó su padre, don Samuel, al arrojarlo hacia fuera.
El 30 de Julio también de 1909 un terremoto sacudió a Acapulco, llevando la muerte, la desesperación y la zozobra a los habitantes.
En 1920 el presidente Alvaro Obregón planeó el camino a Acapulco que lo terminó ocho años después el presidente Plutarco Elías Calles con lo que inició una nueva vida. Del turismo a este destino de playa, convirtiéndose las casas particulares en de huéspedes, con hamacas, catres y buen pescado o marisco, carnes y las frutas de la estación, no pasando de dos pesos diarios, cuarto y comida. Fue como se fundaron los hoteles "Acapulco", de don Federico Pintos (Bisabuelo del conocido actor Hector Mujica Pintos); "jardín", de doña Balbina Alarcón de Villalvazo y "Miramar", de don Adolfo Argudín, donde llegaban los Presidentes de la República, estadistas, banqueros, estrellas de cine y otras personalidades.
El 9 de octubre de 1920 ancló en la bahía el buque real inglés "Renov" trayendo a bordo al príncipe Eduardo que no recibió honores oficiales por estar rotas las relaciones entre la Gran Bretaña y México, pero de todos modos la amabilidad y anfiotrionía de los nativos permitieron que el soberano recorriera hasta Pie de la Cuesta. Es el mismo que abdicó ala corona, pasando el trono a su hermano Jorge, por preferir el amor de la plebeya Wally Simpson. Al morir el Rey subió al trono Isabel II.
El llamado príncipe azul se encontró aquí al almirante Bretón que fuera héroe de la primera guerra mundial y a quien los nativos le apedreaban como un loco, o pordiosero. Que gran sorpresa se llevaron todos cuando pasó revista a la tropa real y, este misterioso hombre que se dedicaba a la evangelización, desapareció, tal como había llegado.
En 1920 accidentalmente una pareja estadounidense que se dirigía a Panamá aterrizó sobre la llanura de Pie de la Cuesta, un pájaro de acero jamás visto, por lo que acudieron a darles la bienvenida. Fue, hasta 1929 cuando se iniciaron los vuelos comerciales, instalándose el campo de aterrizaje frente a la Playa Hornos, en lo que después fue "Hotel Papagayo" y hoy parque público para los niños y, donde hicieron sus incursiones los pilotos Zarate, el chueco Espinoza, Pepe de la Vega y Santacilla.
Acapulco seguía creciendo y urgía un aeropuerto que no ocasionara tantos riesgos y accidentes mortales. Los técnicos localizaron una amplia superficie entre mar y laguna, en Pie de la Cuesta y hasta allá llevaban pasaje en sus automóviles Pepe Villalvazo, además del administrador de Aeronaves de México, Ramiro Sosa Meléndez, Francisco María Dávila, Leobardo Cano, Sigifrido Aguirre Piza, Rafael Camacho y otros.
Acapulco siguió creciendo en hoteles como el Papagayo, La Marina, Los Flamingos, El Mirador Del Monte, Las Palmas, Casablanca, Club de Pesca. Con la avenida Costera inaugurada en 1947 por el presidente Miguel Alemán Valdés, se construyeron más hoteles y se proyecto un nuevo aeropuerto en Plan de los Amates donde comenzaron a llegar los jets, pero luego se amplió a internacional en el gobierno del presidente Gustavo Díaz Ordaz, que lo inauguró en 1967, con el nombre de Juan Alvarez.
Con el presidente Lázaro Cárdenas del Río se colocó el primer aparato telefónico desapareciendo la compañía Erickson para ir modernizándose muy a la mexicana hasta llegar a la actual automatización. El texano Alberto Pullen por un lado crea la Fraccionadora de Acapulco en la Península de las Playas y se asocia con el alemán Wolfgan Shombon, viene al desarrollo moderno.
Johnny Weismuller, John Wayne, Elizabeth Taylor, Orson Wells, Tyrone Power, Erroy Flyn y otros artistas de Hollywood toman como su sitio de verano a Acapulco, alquilan una casa club por el rumbo de Caleta pero se dan cuenta que puede ser sede "el hotel los Flamingos" y lo compran. Allí llevan a cabo sus reuniones con artistas mexicanos como Pedro Armendariz, Lola del Río, María Feliz y algunos más. Filman un gran número de películas que viene a ser la gran promoción hacia Acapulco en el mundo entero.
Yves Custeau en su barco oceanográfico "Callipso" pasa sus temporadas en la bahía. Aquí escribe y aprende español el autor de "Exodo", León Uris. Escribe sus memorias frente a nuestro mar el ex premier ingles Anthony Eden. Pasa su luna de miel aquí Brigitte Bardot. Se casa aquí con Mike Todd la bella Elizabeth Taylor.
Vienen en sus giras memorables el doctor A. Sukarno, entonces presidente de Indonesia, Josip Bross Tito, presidente de Yugoslavia, Dwight Eisenhower, John F. Kennedy y Lyndon Baines Johnson presidentes de los Estados Unidos. Cada año el diplomático alemán estadounidense Henry Kissinger, disfruta de vacaciones. Aquí pasa su luna de miel.
El ex presidente José López Portillo dijo: Acapulco vive y vivirá y recientemente el presidente Carlos Salinas de Gortari exclamo: Acapulco es la tierra del eterno sol.
Así, Acapulco vivió sus años dorados como destino turístico durante los años 50, vio todo tipo de eventosinternacionales, como hemos visto en las crónicas. Su clima privilegiado y su bahía, lo hicieron el destino de playa ideal
Everything exists in some combination of one of three states: the way they are, the way they could be or the way they want to be. I am not sure which state these patterns in the sand represent but if I had to guess, I would guess the third. Sometimes I think the sand shows us what it is that the ocean wants to be.
The monastery existed in the 15th century. In the documents it appears for the first time in 1431. Then the old wooden house was rebuilt from the foundations under the reign of Radu cel Mare and his brother Vlad cel Tanar (Vladut) between 1499-1501 and 1510-1512. It was painted between 1514-1515 by the famous painter Dobromir from Targoviste, helped by Jitian and Stanciu.
Suffering the robbery of Gabriel Bathory's troops in January 1611, and the damage caused by the troops of Imperial General Heissler in 1689, it was repaired in 1713 and re-engraved by Constantin Brancoveanu's great master, Constantin, aided by Preda, Nicolae and Radu.
Between 1845 and 1853, extensive works were carried out to restore the church and restore the cells initiated by the ruler Gheorghe Bibescu, the church then repainted by the painter A. Derigny.
Between 1912 and 1940, the Nicolae Filipescu Military High School operated here, before moving to Breaza following the devastating 1940 earthquake.
All the buildings that surround the Church today were rebuilt from the ground up between 1953-1958, by the care of Father Patriarch Justinian, and the church is the only preserved building from the old monastic ensemble.
The current painting in the church is new, made by the painter Arhimandrite Sofian Boghiu.
In the narthex of the church, which has become a royal tomb since 1456, are the tombs of the voivodes of Targoviste: Vladislav II, Radu cel Mare and his sister Caplea, Vlad cel Tanar, Vlad innecatul, Patrascu cel Bun, Mihai Movila (lord of Moldavia, died in Targoviste) and Radu Badica.
Between 1912 and 1913, two white marble sarcophagi created by the sculptor Franz Storch were placed on either side of the narthex. They houses the tomb of Radu cel Mare and the head chest of Mihai Viteazul.
At present it is a monastery of nuns who intertwine prayer with work.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wentworth_Castle
Wentworth Castle is a grade I listed country house, the former seat of the Earls of Strafford, at Stainborough, near Barnsley in South Yorkshire, England. It is now home to the Northern College for Residential and Community Education.
An older house existed on the estate, then called Stainborough, when it was purchased by Thomas Wentworth, Baron Raby (later Earl of Strafford), in 1711. It was still called Stainborough in Jan Kip's engraved bird's-eye view of parterres and avenues, 1714, and in the first edition of Vitruvius Britannicus, 1715 (illustration, left). The name was changed in 1731. The original name survives in the form of Stainborough Castle, a sham ruin constructed as a garden folly (illustration below) on the estate.
The Estate has been in the care of the Wentworth Castle Heritage Trust since 2001 and is open to the public year round 7 days a week. The castle's gardens were restored in the early 21st century, and are also open to visitors.
History
The original house, known as the Cutler house, was constructed for Sir Gervase Cutler (born 1640) in 1670. Sir Gervase then sold the estate to Thomas Wentworth, later the 1st Earl of Strafford. The house was remodelled in two great campaigns, by two earls, in remarkably different styles, each time under unusual circumstances.
The first building campaign
The first building campaign to upgrade the original structure was initiated c.1711 by Thomas Wentworth, Baron Raby (1672-1739). He was the grandson of Sir William Wentworth, father of Thomas Wentworth, the attainted 1st Earl. Raby was himself created 1st Earl of Strafford (second creation) in 1711.
The estate of Wentworth Woodhouse, which he believed was his birthright, was scarcely six miles distant and was a constant bitter sting, for the Strafford fortune had passed from William Wentworth, 2nd Earl of Strafford, the childless son of the great earl, to his wife's nephew, Thomas Watson; only the barony of Raby had gone to a blood-relation. M.J. Charlesworth surmises that it was a feeling that what by right should have been his that motivated Wentworth's purchase of Stainborough Castle nearby and that his efforts to surpass the Watsons at Wentworth Woodhouse in splendour and taste motivated the man whom Jonathan Swift called "proud as Hell".[1]
Wentworth had been a soldier in the service of William III, who made him a colonel of dragoons. He was sent by Queen Anne as ambassador to Prussia in 1706-11 and on his return to Britain, the earldom was revived when he was created Viscount Wentworth and Earl of Strafford in the Peerage of Great Britain. He was then sent as a representative in the negotiations that led to the Treaty of Utrecht, and was brought before a commission of Parliament in the aftermath. With the death of Queen Anne, he and the Tories were permanently out of power. Wentworth, representing a clannish old family of Yorkshire, required a grand house consonant with the revived Wentworth fortunes, he spent his years of retirement completing it and enriching his landscape.
He had broken his tour of duty at Berlin to conclude the purchase of Stainborough in the summer of 1708, and returned to Berlin, armed with sufficient specifications of the site to engage the services of a military architect who had spent some years recently in England, Johann von Bodt. who provided the designs.[2] Wentworth was in Italy in 1709, buying paintings for the future house: "I have great credit by my pictures," he reported with satisfaction: "They are all designed for Yorkshire, and I hope to have a better collection there than Mr. Watson."[3] To display them a grand gallery would be required, for which James Gibbs must have provided the designs, since a contract for wainscoting "as desined by Mr Gibbs" survives among Wentworth papers in the British Library (Add. Mss 22329, folio 128). The Gallery was completed in 1724.[4] There are designs, probably by Bodt, for an elevation and a section showing the gallery at Wentworth Castle in the Victoria and Albert Museum (E.307-1937), in an album of mixed drawings which belonged to William Talman's son John.[5] the gallery extends one hundred and eighty feet, twenty-four feet wide, and thirty high, screened into three divisions by veined marble Corinthian columns with gilded capitals, and with corresponding pilasters against projecting piers: in the intervening spaces four marble copies of Roman sculptures on block plinths survived until the twentieth century.[6] Construction was sufficiently advanced by March–April 1714 that surviving correspondence between Strafford and William Thornton concerned the disposition of panes in the window sashes: the options were for windows four panes wide, as done in the best houses Thornton assured the earl, for which crown glass would do, or for larger panes, three panes across, which might requite plate glass: Strafford opted for the latter.[7] The results, directed largely by letter from a distance,[8] are unique in Britain. Sir Nikolaus Pevsner found the east range "of a palatial splendour uncommon in England."[9] The grand suite of parade rooms on the ground floor extended from the room at the north end with a ceiling allegory of Plenty to the south end, with one of a Fame.
Bodt's use of a giant order of pilasters on the front and other features, suggested to John Harris that Bodt, who had been in England in the 1690s, had had access to drawings by William Talman. Talman was the architect of Chatsworth, considered to be England's first truly Baroque house. Indeed there are similarities of design between Wentworth's east front and Chatsworth. Both have a distinctly Continental Baroque frontage. Wentworth has been described as "a remarkable and almost unique example of Franco-Prussian architecture in Georgian England".[10] The east front was built upon a raised terrace that descended to sweeps of gravelled ramps that flanked a grotto and extended in an axial vista framed by double allées of trees to a formal wrought iron gate, all seen in Jan Kip's view of 1714, which if it is not more plan than reality, includes patterned parterres to the west of the house and an exedra on rising ground behind, all features that appear again in Britannia Illustrata, (1730).[11] An engraving by Thomas Badeslade from about 1750 still shows the formal features centred on Bodt's façade, enclosed in gravel drives wide enough for a coach-and-four. The regular plantations of trees planted bosquet-fashion have matured: their edges are clipped, and straight rides pierce them.[12] All these were swept away by the second earl after mid-century, in favour of an open, rolling "naturalistic" landscape in the manner of Capability Brown.[13]
The first earl's landscape
Strafford planted avenues of trees in great quantity in this open countryside, and the sham castle folly (built from 1726 and inscribed "Rebuilt in 1730", now more ruinous than it was at first) that he placed at the highest site, "like an endorsement from the past"[14] and kept free of trees (illustration, left) missed by only a few years being the first sham castle in an English landscape garden.[15] For its central court where the four original towers were named for his four children, the earl commissioned his portrait statue in 1730 from Michael Rysbrack, whom James Gibbs had been the first to employ when he came to England;[16] the statue has been moved closer to the house.
A staunch Tory,[17] Lord Strafford remained in political obscurity during Walpole's Whig supremacy, for the remainder of his life. An obelisk was erected to the memory of Queen Anne in 1736, and a sitting room in the house was named "Queen Anne's Sitting Room" until modern times. Other landscape features were added, one after the other, with the result that today there are twenty-six listed structures in what remains of the parkland.
The second earl at Wentworth Castle
The first earl died in 1739 and his son succeeded him. William Wentworth, 2nd Earl of Strafford (1722-1791) rates an entry in Colvin's Biographical Dictionary of British Architects as the designer of the fine neo-Palladian range, built in 1759-64 (illustration, upper right). He married a daughter of the Duke of Argyll[18] and spent a year on the Grand Tour to improve his taste; he eschewed political life. At Wentworth Castle he had John Platt (1728–1810)[19] on the site as master mason and Charles Ross ( -1770/75) to draft the final drawings and act as "superintendent"; Ross was a carpenter and joiner of London who had worked under the Palladian architect and practiced architectural ammanuensis, Matthew Brettingham, at Strafford's London house, 5, St James's Square, in 1748-49. Ross's proven competency in London in London doubtless recommended him to the Earl for the building campaign in Yorkshire.[20] At Wentworth Castle it was generally understood, as Lord Verulam remarked in 1768, "'Lord Strafford himself is his own architect and contriver in everything."[21] Even in the London house, Walpole tells us, "he chose all the ornaments himself".
Horace Walpole singled out Wentworth Castle as a paragon for the perfect integration of the site, the landscape, even the harmony of the stone:
"If a model is sought of the most perfect taste in architecture, where grace softens dignity, and lightness attempers magnificence... where the position is the most happy, and even the colour of the stone the most harmonious; the virtuoso should be directed to the new front of Wentworth-castle:[22] the result of the same judgement that had before distributed so many beauties over that domain and called from wood, water, hills, prospects, and buildings, a compendium of picturesque nature, improved by the chastity of art."[23]
Later history
With the extinction of the earldom with the third earl in 1799, the huge family estates were divided into three, one third going to the descendants of each daughter of the 1st Earl. Wentworth Castle was left in trust for Lady Henrietta Vernon's grandson Frederick Vernon, (of Hilton Hall, Staffordshire) whose trustees were William, 4th Earl Fitzwilliam, and Walter Spencer Stanhope. Frederick Vernon added Wentworth to his surname and took charge of the estate in 1816. Between 1820 and 1840 the old chapel of St. James was replaced with the current building and the windows of the Baroque Wing were lowered on either side of the entrance hall. Frederick Vernon Wentworth also amalgamated two ground floor rooms to make what is now the blue room. In July of 1838 a freak hail storm badly damaged the cupola and windows of the house as well as all the greenhouses within the walled gardens, yet this pales into insignificance when compared with the nearby Huskar Colliery disaster where 26 child miners lost there lives due to flooding following the hail storm. In May of 1853 a freak snow storm also caused severe damage, particularly to the mature trees within the gardens, some of them rare species from America planted by the 1st and 2nd earls. Frederick Vernon Wentworth was succeeded by his son Thomas in 1885 who added the iron framed Conservatory and electric lighting by March of the following year. The Victorian Wing also dates from this decade and its construction allowed the Vernon-Wentworths to entertain the young Duke of Clarence and his entourage during the winters of 1887 and 1889. The estate was inherited by Thomas' eldest son Captain Bruce Canning Vernon Wentworth, M.P. for Brighton, in 1902. Preferring his Suffolk estates, the Captain put the most valuable of his Wentworth Castle house contents up for sale at auction with Christies after the First World War. The paintings sold at Christie's on 13 November 1919.[24] Bruce Vernon-Wentworth, who had no direct heirs, sold the house and its gardens to Barnsley Corporation in 1948, while the rest of his estates, in Yorkshire, Suffolk and Scotland were left to a distant cousin.[25] The remaining contents of Wentworth Castle were emptied at a house sale,[26] and the house became a teacher training college, the Wentworth Castle College of Education, until 1978. It was then used by Northern College.[27] It was featured in the Victoria and Albert Museum's exhibition "The Country House in Danger". The great landscape that Walpole praised in 1780 was described in 1986 as now "disturbed and ruinous", the second earl's sinuous river excavated in the 1730s reduced to a series of silty ponds,.[28]
Wentworth Castle is the only Grade I Listed Gardens and Parkland in South Yorkshire. The Wentworth Castle Heritage Trust was formed in 2002 as a charity with the aim “To undertake a phased programme of restoration and development works which will provide benefit to the general public by providing extensive access to the parkland and gardens and the built heritage, conserving these important heritage assets for future generations”. Today, the landscape is gradually being restored by the Trust. The restoration of the Rotunda was completed in 2010, the parkland has been returned to deer park. The restoration of the Serpentine will form a future project as funding allows.
The estate opened fully to visitors in 2007, following the completion of the first phase of restoration, which cost £15.2m.[29] The Gardens at Wentworth Castle and Stainborough Park are open 7 days a week year round (closed Christmas Day and Boxing Day). Information for visitors, groups and schools and the latest information on restoration progress is available from the Trust's website. Tours of the house are available by arrangement.
Wentworth Castle was featured on the BBC TV show Restoration in 2003, when a bid was made to restore the Grade II* Listed Victorian conservatory to its former glory, though it[30] did not win in the viewers' response. Subsequently, the Wentworth Castle Heritage Trust took the decision in 2005 to support the fragile structure further with a scaffold in order to prevent its total collapse. The Trust succeeded in raising the £3.7 million needed to restore the conservatory in 2011 and work began in 2012, with grants from English Heritage, the Country Houses Foundation, the Heritage Lottery Fund and the European Regional Development Fund. The Trust completed the restoration of its fragile Victorian glasshouse in October 2013 – 10 years after its first TV appearance the Restoration series. It was opened by the Mayor of Barnsley on 7 November 2013 and opened to the general public the following day.
This shot is a stitch of 9 different shot, taken on the new DJI Osmo Pocket. The shot has been stitched using Lightroom and Photoshop respectively. The shot is taken from Princess Tower, which happens to be the world's second tallest residential complex.
Like I mentioned in the previous photo, only the visitor's center is an original building at Manzanar. All others are replicates. This one is a copy of the kitchen and mess hall.
You'll notice the BLDG 13 sign in the foreground. That building (and most others) no longer exists.
"Il existe une multitude d'espèces d'araignées loups, aux formes, couleurs, et dimensions différentes. On les remarque surtout quand elles se déplacent, car leurs couleurs souvent sombres leur offrent un bon camouflage lorsqu'elles sont immobiles."
Montmagny, province de Québec, Canada.
Archives de la Ville de Montréal
À cette époque, la rue Dorchester n'avait guère plus de deux voies, c'était avant qu'elle soit élargie (vers 1950). Un bel ensemble de maisons en rangée victoriennes meublait encore le paysage urbain de ce secteur du centre ville. Ces trois unités, furent construites vers 1885 sur le domaine d'un certain William F. Kay qui habitait une riche demeure donnant sur Bishop.
Voir: www.flickr.com/photos/urbexplo/49246275257
Par ailleurs, un bâtiment, construit sur le "domaine" dit de William F. Kay, est mentionnée sur la carte de 1846 dressée par James Cane.
Voir: www.flickr.com/photos/urbexplo/49246711717
Un imposant édifice, érigé vers 1929, occupait (à droite) le coin Nord-Ouest des rue Bishop et Dorchester, sur le site même de la résidence William F. Kay, il s'agissait de l'ancien Hôtel Ford. Le Bishop Grill, dont on distingue la réclame, logeait au rez-de-chaussée de l'Hôtel.
De 1948 à 1970, la Société Radio-Canada avait ses bureaux dans l'ancien Hôtel Ford.
L'Hôtel Ford n'existe plus en tant que tel mais le bâtiment, quoique remanié, est toujours en place ainsi que l'édifice de quatre étages (bon exemple du courant dit "Moderne") à l'extrême droite sur la photo.
On April 17th, 2020, with the arrival of the Pikes Peak Local back to its home in Denver, the PPL ceased to exist. The decades-long mainstay and railfan-favorite on the Joint Line, which ran south from Denver to Colorado Springs on Mondays and Thursdays and north to Denver on Tuesdays and Fridays and which was the only way to catch standard cab units running the line, would be replaced by a Local that now runs out of Pueblo to Colorado Springs. So, to honor the passing of the subdivision's namesake train, I will be uploading photos of the PPL that haven't previously been shared on Flickr:
www.flickr.com/photos/chris_paulhamus/albums/721576719252...
Here, a matched set of EMDX leasers rip the PPL south into Larkspur, CO. All that haste would be wasted because they had to wait for 5 northbounds to clear off the single-track main south of Palmer Lake.
These blue and white EMDX GP38-2s used to be ubiquitous on the BNSF, but, like the PPL itself, they are just a memory (and/or in new paint on a new railroad)...
Il existe deux espèces de petites araignées connues sous le nom d'Araignée courge ou Épeire concombre.
Les deux araignées sont difficiles à différencier.
Il s'agit de Araniella cucurbitana et Araniella opisthographa.
Sur la photographie, cette superbe petite araignée ne mesure que 4 millimètres.
Il s'agit de l'Araniella opisthographa mâle.
Le mâle de cette espèce est magnifique avec la teinte verte de l'abdomen mêlée au rouge des pattes et au cuivre du céphalothorax. Ce dernier est ceint d'une belle couronne noire.
On trouve Araniella opisthographa principalement dans les chênes.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wentworth_Castle
Wentworth Castle is a grade I listed country house, the former seat of the Earls of Strafford, at Stainborough, near Barnsley in South Yorkshire, England. It is now home to the Northern College for Residential and Community Education.
An older house existed on the estate, then called Stainborough, when it was purchased by Thomas Wentworth, Baron Raby (later Earl of Strafford), in 1711. It was still called Stainborough in Jan Kip's engraved bird's-eye view of parterres and avenues, 1714, and in the first edition of Vitruvius Britannicus, 1715 (illustration, left). The name was changed in 1731. The original name survives in the form of Stainborough Castle, a sham ruin constructed as a garden folly (illustration below) on the estate.
The Estate has been in the care of the Wentworth Castle Heritage Trust since 2001 and is open to the public year round 7 days a week. The castle's gardens were restored in the early 21st century, and are also open to visitors.
History
The original house, known as the Cutler house, was constructed for Sir Gervase Cutler (born 1640) in 1670. Sir Gervase then sold the estate to Thomas Wentworth, later the 1st Earl of Strafford. The house was remodelled in two great campaigns, by two earls, in remarkably different styles, each time under unusual circumstances.
The first building campaign
The first building campaign to upgrade the original structure was initiated c.1711 by Thomas Wentworth, Baron Raby (1672-1739). He was the grandson of Sir William Wentworth, father of Thomas Wentworth, the attainted 1st Earl. Raby was himself created 1st Earl of Strafford (second creation) in 1711.
The estate of Wentworth Woodhouse, which he believed was his birthright, was scarcely six miles distant and was a constant bitter sting, for the Strafford fortune had passed from William Wentworth, 2nd Earl of Strafford, the childless son of the great earl, to his wife's nephew, Thomas Watson; only the barony of Raby had gone to a blood-relation. M.J. Charlesworth surmises that it was a feeling that what by right should have been his that motivated Wentworth's purchase of Stainborough Castle nearby and that his efforts to surpass the Watsons at Wentworth Woodhouse in splendour and taste motivated the man whom Jonathan Swift called "proud as Hell".[1]
Wentworth had been a soldier in the service of William III, who made him a colonel of dragoons. He was sent by Queen Anne as ambassador to Prussia in 1706-11 and on his return to Britain, the earldom was revived when he was created Viscount Wentworth and Earl of Strafford in the Peerage of Great Britain. He was then sent as a representative in the negotiations that led to the Treaty of Utrecht, and was brought before a commission of Parliament in the aftermath. With the death of Queen Anne, he and the Tories were permanently out of power. Wentworth, representing a clannish old family of Yorkshire, required a grand house consonant with the revived Wentworth fortunes, he spent his years of retirement completing it and enriching his landscape.
He had broken his tour of duty at Berlin to conclude the purchase of Stainborough in the summer of 1708, and returned to Berlin, armed with sufficient specifications of the site to engage the services of a military architect who had spent some years recently in England, Johann von Bodt. who provided the designs.[2] Wentworth was in Italy in 1709, buying paintings for the future house: "I have great credit by my pictures," he reported with satisfaction: "They are all designed for Yorkshire, and I hope to have a better collection there than Mr. Watson."[3] To display them a grand gallery would be required, for which James Gibbs must have provided the designs, since a contract for wainscoting "as desined by Mr Gibbs" survives among Wentworth papers in the British Library (Add. Mss 22329, folio 128). The Gallery was completed in 1724.[4] There are designs, probably by Bodt, for an elevation and a section showing the gallery at Wentworth Castle in the Victoria and Albert Museum (E.307-1937), in an album of mixed drawings which belonged to William Talman's son John.[5] the gallery extends one hundred and eighty feet, twenty-four feet wide, and thirty high, screened into three divisions by veined marble Corinthian columns with gilded capitals, and with corresponding pilasters against projecting piers: in the intervening spaces four marble copies of Roman sculptures on block plinths survived until the twentieth century.[6] Construction was sufficiently advanced by March–April 1714 that surviving correspondence between Strafford and William Thornton concerned the disposition of panes in the window sashes: the options were for windows four panes wide, as done in the best houses Thornton assured the earl, for which crown glass would do, or for larger panes, three panes across, which might requite plate glass: Strafford opted for the latter.[7] The results, directed largely by letter from a distance,[8] are unique in Britain. Sir Nikolaus Pevsner found the east range "of a palatial splendour uncommon in England."[9] The grand suite of parade rooms on the ground floor extended from the room at the north end with a ceiling allegory of Plenty to the south end, with one of a Fame.
Bodt's use of a giant order of pilasters on the front and other features, suggested to John Harris that Bodt, who had been in England in the 1690s, had had access to drawings by William Talman. Talman was the architect of Chatsworth, considered to be England's first truly Baroque house. Indeed there are similarities of design between Wentworth's east front and Chatsworth. Both have a distinctly Continental Baroque frontage. Wentworth has been described as "a remarkable and almost unique example of Franco-Prussian architecture in Georgian England".[10] The east front was built upon a raised terrace that descended to sweeps of gravelled ramps that flanked a grotto and extended in an axial vista framed by double allées of trees to a formal wrought iron gate, all seen in Jan Kip's view of 1714, which if it is not more plan than reality, includes patterned parterres to the west of the house and an exedra on rising ground behind, all features that appear again in Britannia Illustrata, (1730).[11] An engraving by Thomas Badeslade from about 1750 still shows the formal features centred on Bodt's façade, enclosed in gravel drives wide enough for a coach-and-four. The regular plantations of trees planted bosquet-fashion have matured: their edges are clipped, and straight rides pierce them.[12] All these were swept away by the second earl after mid-century, in favour of an open, rolling "naturalistic" landscape in the manner of Capability Brown.[13]
The first earl's landscape
Strafford planted avenues of trees in great quantity in this open countryside, and the sham castle folly (built from 1726 and inscribed "Rebuilt in 1730", now more ruinous than it was at first) that he placed at the highest site, "like an endorsement from the past"[14] and kept free of trees (illustration, left) missed by only a few years being the first sham castle in an English landscape garden.[15] For its central court where the four original towers were named for his four children, the earl commissioned his portrait statue in 1730 from Michael Rysbrack, whom James Gibbs had been the first to employ when he came to England;[16] the statue has been moved closer to the house.
A staunch Tory,[17] Lord Strafford remained in political obscurity during Walpole's Whig supremacy, for the remainder of his life. An obelisk was erected to the memory of Queen Anne in 1736, and a sitting room in the house was named "Queen Anne's Sitting Room" until modern times. Other landscape features were added, one after the other, with the result that today there are twenty-six listed structures in what remains of the parkland.
The second earl at Wentworth Castle
The first earl died in 1739 and his son succeeded him. William Wentworth, 2nd Earl of Strafford (1722-1791) rates an entry in Colvin's Biographical Dictionary of British Architects as the designer of the fine neo-Palladian range, built in 1759-64 (illustration, upper right). He married a daughter of the Duke of Argyll[18] and spent a year on the Grand Tour to improve his taste; he eschewed political life. At Wentworth Castle he had John Platt (1728–1810)[19] on the site as master mason and Charles Ross ( -1770/75) to draft the final drawings and act as "superintendent"; Ross was a carpenter and joiner of London who had worked under the Palladian architect and practiced architectural ammanuensis, Matthew Brettingham, at Strafford's London house, 5, St James's Square, in 1748-49. Ross's proven competency in London in London doubtless recommended him to the Earl for the building campaign in Yorkshire.[20] At Wentworth Castle it was generally understood, as Lord Verulam remarked in 1768, "'Lord Strafford himself is his own architect and contriver in everything."[21] Even in the London house, Walpole tells us, "he chose all the ornaments himself".
Horace Walpole singled out Wentworth Castle as a paragon for the perfect integration of the site, the landscape, even the harmony of the stone:
"If a model is sought of the most perfect taste in architecture, where grace softens dignity, and lightness attempers magnificence... where the position is the most happy, and even the colour of the stone the most harmonious; the virtuoso should be directed to the new front of Wentworth-castle:[22] the result of the same judgement that had before distributed so many beauties over that domain and called from wood, water, hills, prospects, and buildings, a compendium of picturesque nature, improved by the chastity of art."[23]
Later history
With the extinction of the earldom with the third earl in 1799, the huge family estates were divided into three, one third going to the descendants of each daughter of the 1st Earl. Wentworth Castle was left in trust for Lady Henrietta Vernon's grandson Frederick Vernon, (of Hilton Hall, Staffordshire) whose trustees were William, 4th Earl Fitzwilliam, and Walter Spencer Stanhope. Frederick Vernon added Wentworth to his surname and took charge of the estate in 1816. Between 1820 and 1840 the old chapel of St. James was replaced with the current building and the windows of the Baroque Wing were lowered on either side of the entrance hall. Frederick Vernon Wentworth also amalgamated two ground floor rooms to make what is now the blue room. In July of 1838 a freak hail storm badly damaged the cupola and windows of the house as well as all the greenhouses within the walled gardens, yet this pales into insignificance when compared with the nearby Huskar Colliery disaster where 26 child miners lost there lives due to flooding following the hail storm. In May of 1853 a freak snow storm also caused severe damage, particularly to the mature trees within the gardens, some of them rare species from America planted by the 1st and 2nd earls. Frederick Vernon Wentworth was succeeded by his son Thomas in 1885 who added the iron framed Conservatory and electric lighting by March of the following year. The Victorian Wing also dates from this decade and its construction allowed the Vernon-Wentworths to entertain the young Duke of Clarence and his entourage during the winters of 1887 and 1889. The estate was inherited by Thomas' eldest son Captain Bruce Canning Vernon Wentworth, M.P. for Brighton, in 1902. Preferring his Suffolk estates, the Captain put the most valuable of his Wentworth Castle house contents up for sale at auction with Christies after the First World War. The paintings sold at Christie's on 13 November 1919.[24] Bruce Vernon-Wentworth, who had no direct heirs, sold the house and its gardens to Barnsley Corporation in 1948, while the rest of his estates, in Yorkshire, Suffolk and Scotland were left to a distant cousin.[25] The remaining contents of Wentworth Castle were emptied at a house sale,[26] and the house became a teacher training college, the Wentworth Castle College of Education, until 1978. It was then used by Northern College.[27] It was featured in the Victoria and Albert Museum's exhibition "The Country House in Danger". The great landscape that Walpole praised in 1780 was described in 1986 as now "disturbed and ruinous", the second earl's sinuous river excavated in the 1730s reduced to a series of silty ponds,.[28]
Wentworth Castle is the only Grade I Listed Gardens and Parkland in South Yorkshire. The Wentworth Castle Heritage Trust was formed in 2002 as a charity with the aim “To undertake a phased programme of restoration and development works which will provide benefit to the general public by providing extensive access to the parkland and gardens and the built heritage, conserving these important heritage assets for future generations”. Today, the landscape is gradually being restored by the Trust. The restoration of the Rotunda was completed in 2010, the parkland has been returned to deer park. The restoration of the Serpentine will form a future project as funding allows.
The estate opened fully to visitors in 2007, following the completion of the first phase of restoration, which cost £15.2m.[29] The Gardens at Wentworth Castle and Stainborough Park are open 7 days a week year round (closed Christmas Day and Boxing Day). Information for visitors, groups and schools and the latest information on restoration progress is available from the Trust's website. Tours of the house are available by arrangement.
Wentworth Castle was featured on the BBC TV show Restoration in 2003, when a bid was made to restore the Grade II* Listed Victorian conservatory to its former glory, though it[30] did not win in the viewers' response. Subsequently, the Wentworth Castle Heritage Trust took the decision in 2005 to support the fragile structure further with a scaffold in order to prevent its total collapse. The Trust succeeded in raising the £3.7 million needed to restore the conservatory in 2011 and work began in 2012, with grants from English Heritage, the Country Houses Foundation, the Heritage Lottery Fund and the European Regional Development Fund. The Trust completed the restoration of its fragile Victorian glasshouse in October 2013 – 10 years after its first TV appearance the Restoration series. It was opened by the Mayor of Barnsley on 7 November 2013 and opened to the general public the following day.
6. Existen alrededor de 5 000 especies diferentes de libélulas en todo el mundo, excepto en la Antártida. 450 de estas especies se pueden encontrar en los Estados Unidos y alrededor de 80 en Columbia Británica. (Realidad, la mayoría de las especies se encuentran en áreas remotas o tropicales.)
7. Los ojos de una libélula tienen alrededor de 30 000 lentes y pueden ver todo a su alrededor, pero no ven muy bien los detalles. (Realidad, el ojo humano tiene una única lente y ve mejor que una libélula, pero solo en la parte frontal y lateral.)
6. Existen alrededor de 5 000 especies diferentes de libélulas en todo el mundo, excepto en la Antártida. 450 de estas especies se pueden encontrar en los Estados Unidos y alrededor de 80 en Columbia Británica. (Realidad, la mayoría de las especies se encuentran en áreas remotas o tropicales.)
7. Los ojos de una libélula tienen alrededor de 30 000 lentes y pueden ver todo a su alrededor, pero no ven muy bien los detalles. (Realidad, el ojo humano tiene una única lente y ve mejor que una libélula, pero solo en la parte frontal y lateral.)
10. El nombre científico de una libélula es Odonata, que proviene de las palabras “diente de mandíbula” ya que el entomólogo Johann Christian Fabricius, estudió las bocas de las libélulas con el fin de distinguir las diferentes especies. (Realidad, otros nombres de las libélulas en el mundo son cazuela de agua en Inglaterra, cristal viejo en China y los antiguos celtas llamaban a las libélulas aguja de grande alas.)
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This officially kicks off a new feature, my RIP album. It will be comprised of my photographic subjects that no longer exist. I never like seeing former subjects disappear but am always glad that I have a record of them.
This neon is one of my earliest posts to the Mick L FLICKR photostream and one of the few times that I knew in advance that the building would be demolished. This version of the P-Club ended forever although a much lesser club resurrected the name later at another location.
I took many outside shots over a few days, and the owner of the club kindly allowed me to photograph interior signs on closing night. I was also a long-time patron of the P-Club, which had some good entertainment at times and always offered excellent free popcorn. It was a major entertainment venue in its halcyon days and many hockey and football stars sometimes visited.
I put 10 photos of other some of the other P-Club pics plus other RIP subjects in the album (see below) and will add more with new posts through time.
Little evidence exists today of the junction station at Old Hill, the main line from Stourbridge to Snow Hill being joined by branches from Dudley and Halesowen. The `Bumble Hole' line from Dudley closed to passengers in 1964 but remained open for freight until 1968 and the track was lifted by the middle of 1969. Reminders still exist, one such being the abutment (seen on the left in this image) to the bridge which carried the line to Dudley across Beauty Bank, shortly after leaving Old Hill Station.
Powering against the grade between Cradley Heath and Rowley Regis DRS Class 68, 68008 propels 1H17 0638 Stourbridge Junction to London Marylebone through Old Hill.
For alternative railway photography, follow the link:
www.phoenix-rpc.co.uk/index.html to the Phoenix Railway Photographic Circle.
Overview of the settlement from the mound that contains the defensive towers
Unesco World Heritage site: During the late 2nd century B.C. (Bronze Age), a structure known as nuraghi (for which no parallel exists anywhere else in the world) developed on the island of Sardinia. Its purpose is still debated, but it is believed to be defensive. The complex consists of circular defensive towers in the form of truncated cones built of dressed stone, with corbel-vaulted internal chambers. The complex at Barumini, which was extended and reinforced in the first half of the 1st millennium under Carthaginian pressure, is the finest and most complete example of this remarkable form of prehistoric architecture. A village, intended to accommodate the surrounding population, was built around the Nuraghe in the Late Bronze Age.
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The great waterfall Salto Grande, along the Paine River within the Torres del Paine National Park in Patagonia.
The elevation of Lago Nordenskjöld is higher than the one of Lago Pehoé, hence this waterfall with great quantity of water exist here. The hike was relatively short for these Patagonian national parks, yet gosh it was windy! It was one of the windiest places on earth from my experience, especially that day it was so crazy windy that we could walk for 5 seconds, then face the other way to avoid sand going into your eyes, and getting blown away by the wind...
Along the hike you get to see the stunning Cuernos del Paine as well.
I took a tripod with me since I love photographing waterfalls with slow shutterspeed - but well, having felt how windy it was, I just said to myeslf "Forget it, but go for really faster shutter speed instead so that you can freeze the water motion". On top of that, we got to see the rainbow! Pure luck! I love it when we get lucky, I mean, why doesn't, right?
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"TV CHAINE INCONNUE. La chaîne demandée n'existe pas"
"TV CHANNEL UNKNOWN. The requested channel does not exist."
Déconnexions fibre : je suis maintenant coupée de la connexion avec mon fournisseur d'accés et chaque fois et ce panneau s'affiche sur la télévision : "TV CHAINE INCONNUE. La chaîne demandée n'existe pas"
Pareil sur toutes les chaines.
Coupures fibre ==> pannes internet et télévision.
Encore une fois depuis un moment j'ai des déconnexions fibre, très brèves mais très nombreuses, qui entrainent des pannes internet et télévision.
Mais ça s'aggrave, maintenant à chaque déconnexion je suis totalement coupée de mon fournisseur d'accés, je ne dirai pas lequel. Voir la photo. Je finis par récupérer la connexion, mais c'est angoissant et très inquiétant.
Très inquiétant parce que le technicien de l'équipe locale de mon fournisseur avec qui je communique chaque jour depuis... et ses collègues n'ont aucune idée de ce qui se passe.
J'ai envoyé la photo, ils ont donc la preuve de la déconnexion d'avec mon fournisseur. Et ça semble beaucoup les inquiéter. Moi aussi.
Il a tenté de faire remonter le problème au niveau supérieur, pour avertir et comprendre ce qui se passe et réparer ce qui cause ces déconnexions totales , mais l'escalade est impossible. Bloqué au niveau local.
Pour que le niveau supérieur accepte la transmission il faut qu'un de leurs techniciens constate le problème sur place, donc voir chez moi le texte de la photo s'afficher...
C'est aberrant et impossible, puisque les déconnexions sont imprévisibles, elles arrivent à n'importe quel moment !
J'ai proposé qu'un technicien amène sont lit de camp, éventuellement ses sandwichs, et son sac de couchage pour passer 24 h chez moi à observer la télévision et noter les pannes. C'était une plaisanterie ! Le technicien aussi stressé que moi m'a prise au sérieux, et m'a répondu qu'on ne pouvait pas payer un technicien à rester 24 h chez moi, avant que je lui réponde que c'était une plaisanterie ironique !
Je me suis rappelé que le dernier technicien qui était venu chez moi lors de la précédente panne, après le changement de deux server et d'un player, avait conclu que ça venait du boitier fibre, et de bien signaler au prochain technicien qui viendrait si les déconnexions recommençaient de venir avec un boitier fibre neuf et de le changer.
Je l'ai signalé. Un technicien vient vendredi 26 décembre entre 8 et 10 h. J'espère qu'il aura la boitier fibre neuf et qu'il aura l'autorisation de procèder à l'échange.
Et qu'il en sera fini des déconnexions... si la coupure totale avec mon fournisseur vient bien de là...
Je ne comprends pas. Pourquoi bloquer au niveau local ? Dans toute entreprise on fait remonter le problème qu'on ne connait pas et qu'on ne sait pas réparer localement ? Comment savoir sans faire remonter combien d'abonnés sont impactés par une panne au niveau national, trouver ce qui se passe et réparer ?
Mon fils m'a dit avoir eu ce même problème à Rennes une fois il y a quelques semaines, mais ça ne s'est pas reproduit et il ne l'a pas signalé. Il a eu tort, mais il travaille et n'est devant son téléviseur ou son ordinateur personnel que le soir ou le week-end, et pas en permanence.
GOOGLE TRANSLATE
Fiber disconnections: I'm now cut off from my internet service provider, and every time, this message appears on the TV: "TV CHANNEL UNKNOWN. The requested channel does not exist."
The same thing happens on all channels.
Fiber outages ==> internet and TV outages.
Once again, for a while now, I've been experiencing very brief but frequent fiber disconnections, which cause internet and TV outages.
But it's getting worse; now, with each disconnection, I'm completely cut off from my internet service provider (I won't say which one). See the photo. I eventually get the connection back, but it's distressing and very worrying.
Very worrying because the technician from my provider's local team, with whom I've been communicating every day since... and his colleagues have no idea what's going on.
I sent them the photo, so they have proof of the disconnection from my provider. And it seems to worry them a lot. Me too.
He tried to escalate the issue to a higher level, to get an explanation and understand what's happening and fix the cause of these complete disconnections, but escalation is impossible. It's stuck at the local level.
For the higher level to accept the escalation, one of their technicians needs to see the problem on-site, meaning I need to see the text in the photo displayed at my home... This is absurd and impossible, since the disconnections are unpredictable; they happen at any time!
I suggested that a technician bring his cot, maybe some sandwiches, and his sleeping bag to spend 24 hours at my house observing the television and noting the malfunctions. It was a joke! The technician, as stressed as I was, took me seriously and told me that we couldn't pay a technician to stay at my house for 24 hours, before I replied that it was a sarcastic joke!
I remembered that the last technician who came to my house during the previous outage, after replacing two servers and a player, concluded that the problem was with the fiber box. He told the next technician to bring a new fiber box and replace it if the disconnections started again.
I did so. A technician is coming on Friday, December 26th, between 8 and 10 a.m. I hope he'll have the new fiber box and be authorized to perform the replacement.
And that will be the end of the disconnections... if the total outage with my provider is indeed due to this...
I don't understand. Why the local blockage? In any company, you escalate problems you don't know about and can't fix locally. How can you find out how many subscribers are affected by an outage nationwide, figure out what's happening, and fix it, without escalating it?
My son told me he had the same problem in Rennes once a few weeks ago, but it hasn't happened again and he didn't report it. He was wrong, but he works and is only in front of his television or personal computer in the evenings or on weekends, not all the time.
"My argument against God was that the universe seemed so cruel and unjust. But how had I got this idea of just and unjust? A man does not call a line crooked unless he has some idea of a straight line. What was I comparing this universe with when I called it unjust?" C.S Lewis
No suelo dar el porqué de mis fotos, pero cada una tiene su razón personal de existir y su razón de ser creada. Pero, en cuestión de arte y apreciación cada persona le da su sentido y un porqué y eso, es lo que hace a la foto.
Mi razón de estar tantas veces en un solo lugar es la razón de existir, no una si no infinidad de veces, muchas personas fallan, mis pensamientos constantemente están en el porqué de todo, y el porqué de existir y no descarto la posibilidad de estar existiendo muchas veces y aferrarme a un fin que me vincule entre sí. Tal vez uno de ellos en estos momentos está descubriendo el porqué de la vida y estoy seguro que si podríamos doblar el tiempo y mirar a través de él, ese yo lo está logrando. Pero, el yo de estos momentos y el yo que en estos momentos está escribiendo, hace lo que más le gusta y el yo del pasado estaría orgulloso de lo que se está convirtiendo el yo de su futuro.
Tal vez muchos fallaron pero todos tienen un fin en común que se entrelazan y hasta llegar al mismo punto, fallando, cayendo pero siempre aferrándose a una sola cosa.
Nunca me permito avergonzarme del pasado ya que eso me hace saber que estoy viviendo.
O que eu posso dizer é que Deus existe...
Envergonha a incredulidade, surpreende a ciencia...
e eu? Sou a prova viva do Poder de DEUS
Bianca Toledo
A quase dois anos atras publiquei esta foto da Vitória Regia pedindo a Deus uma Vitoria para a Bianca, acredito que muitos lembram do caso.
Hoje com essa frase da Bianca Toledo venho trazer com alegria a Historia de um Milagre, de todas as postagens dedicadas a Bianca que ja fiz nestes quase 07 anos que estou no Flickr, esta foi a que me trouxe maior alegria.
Estava aguardando uma oportunidade de falar com a Bianca para pedir autorização para usar essas fotos, algumas são bastante chocantes, mas acredito que seja a melhor forma de mostrar o grande milagre que Deus fez na Vida da Bianca.
Segue abaixo o resumo do que ela conta no seu recem lancado livro A Historia do Milagre
Sempre tive o sonho de ser mãe... e este foi meu clamor por muitos anos.Desde a adolescência descobri uma endometriose, que, na época, foi tratada, mas me impedia de engravidar. No início de 2010 me mudei para o Rio de Janeiro e tive uma maravilhosa surpresa: A maternidade, a maior emoção de minha vida. Finalmente meu sonho havia se realizado!
Logo nos primeiros meses, soube que esperava um menino e o gerava sabendo que seria um profeta para as nações. Por oito meses dediquei-me integralmente à saúde e aos preparativos para receber minha herança.
Na 36ª semana, 15 dias antes da data agendada para o parto, acordei com uma dor abdominal muito forte, acreditando que chegara a hora de ter o bebê. Corremos para a maternidade, e, chegando lá, não eram sinais de parto, algo havia acontecido e ninguém sabia o que era.
Fui transferida de hospital, e novamente aguardava um diagnóstico, piorando dia a dia. A Igreja Batista Central da Barra, minha igreja, levantou um clamor junto às igrejas de todo o Brasil através das redes sociais e toda minha família veio para o Rio de Janeiro acompanhar tudo de perto.
José Vittorio nasceu no dia 11 de outubro, mas eu já estava inconsciente no parto e não pude conhecer meu filho. Meu organismo entrou em choque logo após o parto e fui submetida imediatamente a uma cirurgia que confirmou: meu intestino havia se rompido e eu tinha uma septicemia, uma infecção generalizada.
Todo meu organismo havia sido comprometido e a minha vida ficou por um fio. Meu filho foi para UTI Neonatal, e 10 dias depois para casa. Eu permaneci 52 dias em coma lutando diariamente pela vida, desenganada pelos olhos naturais, visto que havia falência de órgãos, já havia passado por 10 cirurgias no abdômen e no pulmão, feito mais de 300 transfusões de sangue, tido duas paradas cardíacas – uma de 6 e outra de mais de 8 minutos, contraído inúmeras bactérias hospitalares, inclusive a pior delas, a super bactéria chamada KPC. Inúmeros antibióticos fortíssimos foram ministrados, me deixando desfigurada e com um quadro de edema generalizado.
Os sistemas cardiovascular, respiratório e renal estavam falidos. A única esperança era um verdadeiro milagre. Os boletins médicos eram divulgados na internet diariamente e igrejas de todo o Brasil e de fora dele, se uniram em um clamor incessante pela minha vida.
Havia um relógio de oração de 24 horas preenchido por muitas pessoas que não me conheciam, mas foram escolhidas por Deus para orar por mim. Muitos pastores e ministros me visitaram no Centro de Tratamento Intensivo (CTI) e lutaram pela minha vida, crendo no poder da ressurreição.
Minha pastora, Fernanda Brum, esteve presente em todo o tempo em contato com o Renato, pai do José Vittorio, e com a minha família em clamor pela minha vida em todos os lugares por onde passava com seu ministério, Profetizando às Nações.
Foram muitos dias de crescente piora. Mas eles, definitivamente, não abriram mão da minha vida. Graças à união das igrejas tivemos a maior campanha de doação de sangue do estado do Rio de Janeiro.
Enquanto as pessoas oravam por mim, vidas eram transformadas e milagres aconteciam por todo o Brasil. No início de dezembro, sai do coma, mas minha respiração era mecânica e não havia mais movimentos em meu corpo. Eu somente mexia os olhos e tentava entender o que havia acontecido comigo. A luta pela vida continuava, mas agora eu estava consciente e, por esse motivo, a angústia de minha família era maior.
Aos poucos comecei a entender o que havia acontecido, sabia que agora estava só, meu bebê não estava mais comigo. Estava presa em um leito, sem poder falar, sem me mexer, com muitas lembranças dos dias de coma, febres terríveis, longe de todos e com poucas horas de visita familiar por dia. Na maior parte do tempo, observando o movimento do CTI, sem imaginar como um dia minha vida voltaria ao normal, já que nem respirar sozinha eu podia. As horas passavam os dias passavam e eu permanecia ali, na mesma posição.
Todos que iam me visitar se impressionavam ao me ver daquela forma e muitos não continham as lágrimas. Minha aparência e meu diagnóstico eram um desafio de fé para os mais fervorosos irmãos de oração.
Passei o natal e o ano novo no leito, sem fala, praticamente sem movimento, pensando que havia uma vida lá fora, meu filho estava em algum lugar e eu estava ali ha meses, a espera de um milagre. Eu pedia ao Espírito Santo que ficasse comigo, e hoje eu sei que foi Ele quem me sustentou em todos os momentos, zelando cuidadosamente por mim.
A pastora Fernanda havia deixado um MP4 que tocava louvores e ministrações da Palavra de Deus 24 horas ao dia. E eu era alimentada por isso. Havia uma guerra pela minha vida, isso é um fato. Mas Deus não desistiu de mim.
O clamor não cessava e, no fim do ano, o desejo do coração de muitos era me ver curada e de volta a vida, com a oportunidade de conhecer meu filho e poder criá-lo. Fui transferida novamente de hospital em 31 de dezembro, quando suspenderam todos os medicamentos, meu organismo surpreendentemente reagiu.
Dia a dia comecei a apresentar melhoras e ouvir os testemunhos de oração que chegavam até mim. Comecei a acompanhar o movimento pela internet, mas ainda não falava e nem tinha perspectiva de voltar a andar ou mesmo ficar em pé.
Fazia seis horas de hemodiálise por dia, perdi meu cabelo, mas aos poucos ficava livre do respirador. Havia grandes feridas abertas no meu corpo sem perspectiva de fechar, meu abdômen ainda estava aberto e todos os dias eram buscados métodos de drenagem e cicatrização. Fui para um CTI semi-intensivo onde minha família pode passar mais tempo e o Renato dormia comigo, o que me ajudou muito, muito mesmo. Eu me comunicava através de um quadro com letras, onde apontava e formava frases, que na maioria das vezes diziam: Tenho fome, tenho sede.
Estava há meses sem um gole de água e sonhava com o dia em que voltaria a ingerir alguma coisa. Vivemos milagres diários, vencemos a infecção, as bactérias e o respirador. Meu rim estava fadado à hemodiálise definitiva ou um transplante e na última semana voltou a funcionar, para surpresa de todos, me fazendo vencer também a hemodiálise.
Recebi alta no dia 18 de fevereiro dando poucos passos apoiada, totalmente debilitada, mas com a maior expectativa de finalmente ver meu filho, que já tinha quase cinco meses. Quando cheguei em casa, olhei para ele e ele sorriu pra mim. Talvez um dia eu consiga explicar o que senti naquele momento. Eu ainda não podia tocá-lo, e permaneci assim por mais 40 dias. Não podia ser tocada por ninguém, por causa da colonização das bactérias.
Minha reabilitação foi intensa, porque ainda não caminhava, usava uma bolsa de colostomia, e era totalmente dependente. Minha voz era muito baixa e rouca, por causa da traqueostomia e tantos meses sem falar. Tive que vencer inúmeros conflitos diários. Reaprendi a vida nos mínimos detalhes.
A perda dos cabelos, a perda da voz, as marcas no meu corpo, a construção do vínculo com meu filho. Teremos muitas oportunidades de falar sobre tudo isso, porque são experiências muito preciosas que tive e tenho tido com Deus.
O Livro A História de um Milagre registra todos estes momentos e sei que Deus tem muito a nos ensinar através desta experiência. Hoje eu posso dizer que haverá dias sem respostas, noites longas também, mas o regente de todas as coisas compõe uma nova canção no silêncio.
Devo muito ao clamor da igreja, às campanhas de doação de sangue: à união do povo de Deus e de tantas outras pessoas que não fazem parte da igreja e se comoveram buscando a Deus pela minha cura. Sou a prova viva de que Deus ouve a oração do seu povo e tem poder pra ressuscitar os mortos.
Ele é poderoso para dar, tirar e voltar a dar. Ele simplesmente É. Em cinco meses de reabilitação de forma surpreendente conquistei a independência, voltando à vida normal. Que certamente nunca mais será a mesma. Ainda Preparando minha voz com uma fonoaudióloga e seguindo com a fisioterapia. Existe um caminho ainda para a recuperação total, mas é um caminho glorioso e cheio de milagres.
Por onde passo as pessoas são tocadas por esta historia terrivelmente transformadora. E hoje eu preciso dizer ao mundo que Deus existe, envergonha a incredulidade, surpreende a ciência e eu sou a prova viva do Seu poder.
I am in a facebook group called The Reformed Artists and Writers Society..I asked for drawing ideas...I combined there ideas..
Corcoya es conocida en su comarca por la romería de la Virgen de la Fuensanta que tiene lugar los días 7 a 10 de septiembre. Se cree que su nombre viene de “coscoja”, que es una especie de bellota que se utiliza para comida de ganado, ya que en los alrededores del pueblo existen muchos arbustos con este tipo de bellota. Es un pueblo eminentemente agrícola.
Puente de Génave es una localidad y municipio español de la provincia de Jaén, en la comunidad autónoma de Andalucía, perteneciente a la comarca de Sierra de Segura.
El nombre de este pueblo viene dado por ser en época romana una ruta comercial hacia Génave y por el puente romano que cruza el río Guadalimar (afluente del Guadalquivir), que a su vez parte el pueblo en dos; este no se debe confundir con el otro puente que posee este pueblo de construcción más tardía y de orígenes árabes.
El origen de la ciudad se remonta al siglo II a.C. con la construcción del Puente Viejo que formaba parte de la vía romana que unía el valle del Guadalquivir con Cartagena
Al igual que otros pueblos limítrofes, buena parte de la economía del pueblo se basa en la agricultura, en concreto en la recolecta de la aceituna en su mayoría variedad picual para la posterior producción de aceite de oliva para lo cual existen la cooperativa "La Vicaria" y la cooperativa de 2º grado/embotelladora "Olivar de Segura"
Es un destino ideal para disfrutar de la naturaleza, de la gastronomía, y de actividades como la caza menor, muy abundante en la zona, o la pesca, que se puede practicar en el río Guadalimar.
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I was a little surprised by The Evening Standard's crusade for the poor in London in their recent week-long series of articles on those who don't live in Notting Hill or Knightsbridge. It was probably just an attempt to gather a bit of support for the Tories by blaming everything wrong in the world on the Labour Government now that the General Election is on the horizon.
Now, reporting the poverty that still exists in London (and the rest of the UK of course) is very important and it is a good thing that somebody is doing it. What I object to is the utter ignorance of this poverty in the paper for the other 51 weeks of the year, and the attempt to turn this poverty into a political issue to use to the advantage of a political party. That's not going to breed positive results is it?
The opening paragraph on day one of the Standard's campaign was:
"London is a shameful tale of two cities. In the richest capital in Europe almost half our children live below the poverty line. These families are cut off from the life most Londoners take for granted. They are the dispossessed.
The Evening Standard will shine a light on their plight. With the general election imminent, we demand action."
As the only citywide newspaper in London you'd think that the poverty that exists here wouldn't come as such a surprise to the staff of the Standard. Yet reading the paper you realise that its target audience live in another world of minor Royals, book launches, West End theatres, disputes with architects, and restaurants where the price of a meal for two, with wine, would feed the dispossessed for 6 months.
You probably won't be surprised to learn that the Evening Standard is owned by a Russian billionaire and it's editor is an ex Etonion who went to Oxford, lives in Notting Hill and "has never let up his devotion to the privileged social scene". Average Londoners then. The absence of any criticism for London's multi-millionaire Conservative Mayor was also noticeable by it's absence.
I believe that the only thing the Standard had in mind with its light shining plight is to stoke up right wing fury (check out the comments on any of the articles to see how successful they were in this) and boost support for their equally rich Conservative friends in the election in May. Be careful what you wish for.