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This common merganser appeared to be explaining something to the disinterested hen. Made me think of mansplaining, which I'd explain the definition, but then I'd be mansplaining :)
The terraces were dug following the natural curves of the landscape. The thickness of the walls stores heat during the day and diffuses it at night. Thanks to this method it has been possible to obtain a different microclimate as one goes down and gets closer to the centre. An average temperature difference of 5°C was observed, whereas the difference is only 0.5°C over comparable height differences at the same location. Due to its sheltered position, each of the terraces represents approximately one thousand metres of altitude under normal growing conditions.
It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind.
T. S. Eliot
Hace meses que se busca al arquitecto del hangar..debe explicar algunos cálculos. Since months ago seeking the hangar architect.... he must explain some calculation. :))
Chicago Riverwalk
Summer 2019
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Addendum: I failed to explain earlier what I did here, but thought I would add a few late words. For any who are interested, I experimented with rotating the image multiple times and played around with blend modes in Photoshop to get this effect, which I rather like.
Folks let me explain that if I forget to comment, fave which I do not do without a comment, or invite it is because sometimes my pain is unbearable that I cannot sit here at the computer for any length of time, so please forgive me and try to understand, much appreciated.
All I did was ask this guy for a piece and he took off like a shot. Just trying to not post so so many Hawks, but that is all we've been seeing on every trip out.
Thanks for visiting and thanks for understanding.
The sand dunes and sand beaches are amazing on the east side of the islands - - there is huge deposits of sand on these islands from the windblown sand of the Sahara dessert which has blown across from ocean and simply been deposited here. The local tour guides like to explain it as "we are filtering the air before we send it across to North America"
Mindello area tour on Cape Verde Islands, Cabo Verde Republic
Hold me, just hold me please don't ask me where I come from
Oh what I cry these tears
Just hold me, hold me please
Let me rest in the silence of your embrace
Give me a moment and dont make me explain
Cus all I need, and all I ask for
This is the sunflower that’s been late for the summer.
Most days this week I’ve tried to go out to get a decent shot of this flower. But it’s either been wet, windy or wet and windy. This day it was windy, so rather than the usual wait patiently and wait for the wind to die down I thought I’d go for the a an let’s shoot anyway and see what turns up. Loads of blurred shots let me tell you! However there were just a few shots that were in somewhat in focus. This is one such shot.
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56091 makes its presence known hammering through frosty Daresbury with 4Z19 0800 Ravenhead Sidings to Chaddesden Yard empty box wagons. Could have done with it running half an hour later but beggars can't be choosers...!
This is the first time a DCR Class 56 has worked on this circuit and appeared because there was no Class 60 available; previously a DB Class 60 was hired in as and when required. The maintenance of the Class 60's has recently been transferred from Toton to Leicester (perhaps at the end of the warranty period) so this could explain the substitution.
Originally the path to return the empty wagons to Chaddesden Sidings was in the system for Tuesday but happily the 56 was required elsewhere so the train ran on Monday to coincide (for once) with a nice forecast.
Excerpt from portstanleyheritage.com/open6.htm:
St. John's Presbyterian Church in Port Stanley, constructed in 1852, is a wonderful example of small-town ecclesiastical architecture. Nestled among the trees in the heart of the village, this building has, for over 150 years, catered to the religious needs of the community.
Every Spring the little church is packed to the doors for the special Blessing of the Nets service which starts the fishing season for the many commercial fish tugs which still operate from the harbour. Members of the church will be on hand to explain this ceremony and show you around the church. If you are here at lunch time you can purchase a bowl of Presbyterian soup and some old-fashioned church sandwiches.
“A garden must combine the poetic and the mysterious with a feeling of serenity and joy.”
- Luis Barragan
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=yGk34zEtcMg
DON'T EXPLAIN – CHANTAL CHAMBERLAND
Blackberry Buddha
smiles enigmatically
surveying the harvest
the fruit on the tree
the needs of the many
sweet desires of the few
all will be met
let it unfold for you
tasting; no wasting
add apples and crumble
vanilla and custard
a pudding so humble
celebrate the life-giving
fruit of your labour
share it with everyone
strangers and neighbours
plentiful, delightful,
epitome of the season
these tiny fruits the birds love
leave some within reason
thank heavens for the bees
and other pollinators
that bring us precious gifts
enrich our lives; creators
of natural born elements
the brilliant testament
to their raison d'être
I view through my fenêtre
in my excitement
I slip from English to French
and back again to English
nothing can quench
my thirst for knowledge
my joie de vivre; my joy of life
as I spread blackberry jam
with a bone-handled knife
there is nothing more satisfying
than the taste of home-grown
I count all of my blessings
where I feel at home
in a garden of plenty
a paradise au naturel
Heaven surrounds me
it is clear as a bell
the windchimes in the cherry tree
rhythmically sound
as the sea breeze sways them gently
my sweet memories are found
wrapped up; sugar-coated
and tied with silk ribbons
this is the time in this moment
to be thankful and giving
honour those who treat me well
shower them with love
so many bounteous gifts
sent to me from Heaven above
It's easy to love those
who love us in return
of course, it is harder
to love those who mean us harm
but forgiveness is a gift
like the fruit on the trees
and it makes our hearts purer
and our thoughts are set free
I will tell you my secret
I find it easy to let go
for I know that divine thinking
is the key to end all woe
and whether you are a friend
or whether you are a foe
I will always love you
whether or not you stay or go
Share with me for a little while
just this one sweet moment in time
I will be here in the stillness
whether or not you are mine.
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The color version of the photo above is here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ticino-best-photos-of-southern-...
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
So far there's only been one photo in my gallery that hasn't been taken in my garden ('The Flame Rider', captured in the Maggia Valley: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/53563448847/in/datepo... ) - which makes the image above the second time I've "strayed from the path" (although not very far, since the photo was taken only approximately 500 meters from my house).
Overall, I'll stick to my "only-garden rule", but every once in a while I'll show you a little bit of the landscape around my village, because I think it will give you a better sense of just how fascinating this region is, and also of its history.
The title I chose for the photo may seem cheesy, and it's certainly not very original, but I couldn't think of another one, because it's an honest reflection of what I felt when I took it: a profound sense of peace - although if you make it to the end of this text you'll realize my relationship with that word is a bit more complicated.
I got up early that day; it was a beautiful spring morning, and there was still a bit of mist in the valley below my village which I hoped would make for a few nice mood shots, so I quickly grabbed my camera and went down there before the rising sun could dissolve the magical layer on the scenery.
Most human activity hadn't started yet, and I was engulfed in the sounds of the forest as I was walking the narrow trail along the horse pasture; it seemed every little creature around me wanted to make its presence known to potential mates (or rivals) in a myriad of sounds and voices and noises (in case you're interested, here's a taste of what I usually wake up to in spring, but you best use headphones: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfoCTqdAVCE )
Strolling through such an idyllic landscape next to grazing horses and surrounded by birdsong and beautiful trees, I guess it's kind of obvious one would feel the way I described above and choose the title I did, but as I looked at the old stone buildings - the cattle shelter you can see in the foreground and the stable further up ahead on the right - I also realized how fortunate I was.
It's hard to imagine now, because Switzerland is one of the wealthiest countries in the world today, but the men and women who had carried these stones and constructed the walls of these buildings were among the poorest in Europe. The hardships the people in some of the remote and little developed valleys in Ticino endured only a few generations ago are unimaginable to most folks living in my country today.
It wasn't uncommon that people had to sell their own kids as child slaves - the girls had to work in factories or in rice fields, the boys as "living chimney brushes" in northern Italy - just because there wasn't enough food to support the whole family through the harsh Ticino winters.
If you wonder why contemporary Swiss historians speak of "slaves" as opposed to child laborers, it's because that's what many of them actually were: auctioned off for a negotiable prize at the local market, once sold, these kids were not payed and in many cases not even fed by their masters (they had to beg for food in the streets or steal it).
Translated from German Wikipedia: ...The Piazza grande in Locarno, where the Locarno Film Festival is held today, was one of the places where orphans, foundlings and children from poor families were auctioned off. The boys were sold as chimney sweeps, the girls ended up in the textile industry, in tobacco processing in Brissago or in the rice fields of Novara, which was also extremely hard work: the girls had to stand bent over in the water for twelve to fourteen hours in all weathers. The last verse of the Italian folk song 'Amore mio non piangere' reads: “Mamma, papà, non piangere, se sono consumata, è stata la risaia che mi ha rovinata” (Mom, dad, don't cry when I'm used up, it was the rice field that destroyed me.)... de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaminfegerkinder
The conditions for the chimney sweeps - usually boys between the age of 8 and 12 (or younger, because they had to be small enough to be able to crawl into the chimneys) - were so catastrophic that many of them didn't survive; they died of starvation, cold or soot in their lungs - as well as of work-related accidents like breaking their necks when they fell, or suffocatig if they got stuck in inside a chimney. This practice of "child slavery" went on as late as the 1950s (there's a very short article in English on the topic here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spazzacamini and a more in depth account for German speakers in this brief clip: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gda8vZp_zsc ).
Now I don't know if the people who built the old stone houses along my path had to sell any of their kids, but looking at the remnants of their (not so distant) era I felt an immense sense of gratitude that I was born at a time of prosperity - and peace - in my region, my country and my home. Because none of it was my doing: it was simple luck that decided when and where I came into this world.
It also made me think of my own family. Both of my grandparents on my father's side grew up in Ticino (they were both born in 1900), but while they eventually left Switzerland's poorest region to live in its richest, the Kanton of Zurich, my grandfather's parents relocated to northern Italy in the 1920s and unfortunately were still there when WWII broke out.
They lost everything during the war, and it was their youngest daughter - whom I only knew as "Zia" which means "aunt" in Italian - who earned a little money to support herself and my great-grandparents by giving piano lessons to high-ranking Nazi officers and their kids (this was towards the end of the war when German forces had occupied Italy).
I never knew that about her; Zia only very rarely spoke of the war, but one time when I visited her when she was already over a 100 years old (she died at close to 104), I asked her how they had managed to survive, and she told me that she went to the local prefecture nearly every day to teach piano. "And on the way there would be the dangling ones" she said, with a shudder.
I didn't get what she meant, so she explained. Visiting the city center where the high ranking military resided meant she had to walk underneath the executed men and women who were hanging from the lantern posts along the road (these executions - often of civilians - were the Germans' retaliations for attacks by the Italian partisans).
I never forgot her words - nor could I shake the look on her face as she re-lived this memory. And I still can't grasp it; my house in Ticino is only 60 meters from the Italian border, and the idea that there was a brutal war going on three houses down the road from where I live now in Zia's lifetime strikes me as completely surreal.
So, back to my title for the photo above. "Peace". It's such a simple, short word, isn't it? And we use it - or its cousin "peaceful" - quite often when we mean nice and quiet or stress-free. But if I'm honest I don't think I know what it means. My grandaunt Zia did, but I can't know. And I honestly hope I never will.
I'm sorry I led you down such a dark road; I usually intend to make people smile with the anecdotes that go with my photos, but this one demanded a different approach (I guess with this latest image I've strayed from the path in more than one sense, and I hope you'll forgive me).
Ticino today is the region with the second highest average life expectancy in Europe (85.2 years), and "The Human Development Index" of 0.961 in 2021 was one of the highest found anywhere in the world, and northern Italy isn't far behind. But my neighbors, many of whom are now in their 90s, remember well it wasn't always so.
That a region so poor it must have felt like purgatory to many of its inhabitants could turn into something as close to paradise on Earth as I can imagine in a person's lifetime should make us all very hopeful. But, and this is the sad part, it also works the other way 'round. And I believe we'd do well to remember that, too.
To all of you - with my usual tardiness but from the bottom of my heart - a happy, healthy, hopeful 2025 and beyond.
DEAR SANTA, BEFORE I EXPLAIN, HOW MUCH DO YOU KNOW ALREADY?
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Let me explain why I usually don't dare to say "I love you."
I believe I want to protect both the other person and myself. After many disappointments, I've realized that before saying "I love you", before confessing to the other one and to myself everything I feel, nothing has truly begun.
You know, I can love so deeply that I'm afraid something might begin between me and the other one. That something might come to an end.
So, I don't dare to say "I love you," for fear that this utterance of love foreshadows a change.
A transition.
A fall.
As if, at the end of the words of love, comes the time to destruct. To fall.
To fall in love and get hurt.
To get hurt to the point where we can no longer rise from the confession of our feelings.
Some hearts can hardly bear the weight of honesty.
And what if I simply wanted to preserve our eternity?
Leaving us on the edge of all that we might be.
Like that suspended moment before the first kiss, where a tiny space seems to contain infinite measures... and where even time itself refuses to pass.
nothing to explain, except: zooming in may pay of ;) nr. 8 of "The missing Link. Mysterious stuff in cool tones"
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A part of a shop window covered with semi transparent, adhesive, white plastic before painting the facade. I just can't explain the yellow, green and blue shapes. The broad Depth of Field makes it very dreamy.
A southbound unit coal train is holding the main at the south end of the siding at Kermit, Va. on a February day in 2004. A northbound train is approaching and will take siding. A second southbound (an NS train) is behind this one, which explains why the money-maker has to wait for the empty drag to clear up.
Scientists are baffled to explain how the remains of an Automosaurus Toyotus (although the exact species is difficult to determine because of deterioration due to sea water) long thought to be extinct washed up on a beach along the Oregon coast. A typical Automosaurus is thought to have weighted from 4.000 lbs (about 1800 kg) to 9,000 pounds (about 3600kg), voraciously consumed more than 50 gallons (190 liters) of petroleum in seven days, and emitted on average about 4.6 metric tons of CO 2 per year.
This writer shudders to think how close we came to the end of not just humankind, but all life on Earth had it not been for sudden growth of feral bicycles, which hunted and drove the automosaurus to extinction. Or so we thought.
Scientists now wonder if the creatures have gathered beneath the seas where they have evolved into something perhaps even more deadly.
More about these interesting animals here:
www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S09666923240002...
i also made a heart shaped bokeh filter (:
omg the frikken government just pisses me off........UGHHHH
i'll explain another day, but long story short, i wasn't able to get my G1 today so i have to do it tmr. I'm still cramming atm so i'm a tad busy.
please oh please please please listen.
Explanation: (exception to the rule, as i intend never to explain..) I never make 'concept' photo's. I just look for situations i stumble in day by day and capture them. With some exceptions i generally only adjust colors, tone, shaprness, exposure, nothing more, nothing less. In this case I witnessed a bachelors party, a guy dressed as a non, asking bystanders for autographs on his leg. So no intention here of being rude or 'controversial'.
One of B)eSketch promo card design that shows and explain how my current drawings are created. You can also check the note in my album set for more explanation... why I use eMedium for all my latest eSketches at... www.flickr.com/photos/bayaniartist/sets/72157623081272271/
To all creative friends who are emailing me and asking what medium I use and how I create my current B) "e" Sketches.
Some of my sketches during earlier years (1970s-2008) were all done in pencil, www.flickr.com/photos/bayaniartist/4607584246/in/set-7215... .pen/ink, charcoal, pastels, acrylic and oil paints with traditional art tools. Then on June 2009, my art creativity got wired. I got addicted to a tablet...
Applying the basics and the old school traditional (line) drawing style and technique but with a different art tools, using a Bamboo tablet with the versatile all in one stylus pen and a big iMac with PS with unlimited art tools and colors.
I call it green art.. without the expense of buying art supplies (paints, brushes, pen, pencil , paper or canvas, etc) No mess to clean up. And it can be done/printed in any size, anywhere (with a laptop) or anytime whenever you're in the mood to sketch, doodle or paint.
It's really an enjoyable daily artworkout for me.
Really appreciate all your inspiring comments, your time and visits.
Sincerely,
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Second picture of the series Hat Stone.
(Yes, believe it or not it is the same place, but from a different point of view towards the East and the great stone to the backlight. As explained in the previous picture, the place is very difficult to control light)
Dawn on the El Sombrerico Beach, several minutes before sunrise.
The name of this amazing beach is due to the huge rock shaped like a magician's hat that juts into the sea.
There are not many photographs of the area, may be because access to this beach is a little difficult, so after driving about 20 minutes fully night by a bad gravel road, you reach this cove by small cliffs headlamp in my head.
For this shot, I was lucky clouds drew lines in the sky and I could compose from that angle.
Moon also appears to the center-right of the frame due to missing several minutes for the sun to make his way out on the horizon.
To reach this picture in one unique Raw, I combined a four steps neutral filter and black card technique.
I hope you like it. Have a nice Tuesday. :)
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A station scene from Preston during 1973.
The trains are all unidentified, but include a class 50, a DMU and a class 304 EMU.
The passengers have a distinctly 1970s look to them, with all of the visible trousers being flared! The gentleman in the centre of the frame seems to be explaining something to a disinterested elderly lady, while a young couple, sitting on their suitcases, are wearing typical coats of the period. The man in that couple also wears a very 1970s length haircut.
Photograph by an unknown photographer, now part of my collection.
Normally, Jongmyo Shrine is only open for guided tours on most days. However, I was able to get in without a guided tour because it was on a Saturday which was the only day not needing a guided tour. Still, I got a glimpse on how much importance South Koreans put on cultural education to their kids.
Right over here in this photo was a guide in hanbok explaining to the kids what was Jongmyo Shrine used in the past. A really interesting thing to note is that despite fast changes and foreign influence over the decades, Korea has still managed to keep many of its traditions.