View allAll Photos Tagged Exploit
NEW RELEASE!!
AVAILABLE NOW @ALPHA EVENT
Compatible with KARIO, GIANNI, BELLEZA JAKE & LEGACY Mesh bodies.
Fatpack includes hud with 8 COMBINABLES COLORS
3 customizables faces (Only the fatpack)
LAND: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/ACCESS%203/203/131/1000
Dawn in a place near my hometown Valencia, in particular is Port Saplaya.
Once this photograph was processed, came to my mind the wonderful pictures of a friend in Flickr Antonio Chacon, an artist in sunrises and sunsets.
On the technical side, say that I only used a neutral gradient three steps filter.
I hope you like it. Have a nice Tuesday. :)
My galleries:
Flickr: www.flickr.com/photos/112711738@N06/
500px: www.500px.com/dasanes77
Facebook: www.facebook.com/dasanes77
Instagram: @dasanes77
© Copyright: The reproduction, publication, modification, transmission or exploitation of any work contained herein for any use, personal or commercial, without my prior written permission is strictly prohibited.
© cuma 2013. © Copyright – Marcelo Moreno©. Photos are copyrighted. All rights reserved. Pictures can not be used without explicit permission by the creator.
© cuma 2013. © Copyright – Marcelo Moreno©. Estas fotos tienen derechos de autor. Todos los derechos reservados. Las imágenes no pueden ser utilizadas sin autorización expresa del autor.
© Copyright – Marcelo Moreno©.
The reproduction, publication, modification, transmission or exploitation of any work contained herein for any use outside FlickR, personal or commercial, without my prior written permission is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved."
© Copyright -. Marcelo Moreno © - © cuma 2013
La reproducción, publicación, modificación, transmisión o explotación de una obra contenida en este documento por cualquier uso fuera de Flickr, personal o comercial, sin mi permiso previo y por escrito es estrictamente prohibido. Todos los derechos reservados ".
Texturas logradas con distintos filtros de PS.
I was looking for subjects to exploit when I came across this old bucket that has holes in the bottom, that my wife was looking to get rid of. I thought that it would make an interesting still life, and I took pictures of it empty, but I thought it needed something else, so I grabbed this little piece of driftwood that she had collected from some beach in Baja, and put them together.
Lighting sutff. I wanted side lighting to create the shadows that reveal shapes and textures so I put a YN560-III in a 24 inch soft box at camera left, and then used a hand mirror at camera right for fill. The strobe and my tripod mounted camera were triggered by a Yongnuo RF-603N.
Other still life images that I've attempted are in my Still Life album. www.flickr.com/photos/9422878@N08/sets/72157635247182331/
... I encountered the King of the Alps in a miraculous way, like I'd never experienced before. I was only a few meters away from the ibex, and at first I had trouble believing it. I'd never been so close to this imposing and proud creature. That day, I was hiking with my eldest son and daughter-in-law up there in the Swiss Alps at an altitude of about 2200 meters. The air was already very thin, and the weather quite gray and truly cold for the last day of July. But we were doubly lucky that day, because the sun finally came out at exactly the same time as the ibex climbed the rock where we were standing on a level surface. My son saw him climb first and told me. I really could hardly believe it, but the ibex came straight toward us, briefly disappeared from our view, and shortly after, appeared a few meters away. He walked slowly and leisurely past us without fear, standing eye to eye with us for a short time. The accompanying photo was taken shortly after I took this one. Our hearts raced, and we were simply moved by this miraculous encounter high up in the Swiss Alps.
Despite the bad weather and little sunshine, we ventured up into the mountains and were more than rewarded. You probably only experience moments like these once in your life.
"Please ask the animals, and they will teach you; and the birds of the heavens, and they will tell you" Job, chapter 12:7
Animals, like us, feel joy, love, fear, and suffering, but they cannot speak out. It is our duty to act as proxies and to resist those who exploit, slaughter and torture them.
- Denis de Rougemont, Swiss philosopher
Damien SAEZ : Lettre Apolitique
www.google.com/search?q=Damien+SAEZ+lettre+Apolitique&...
Paroles de cette Chanson :
www.saezlive.net/songs/lyrics/229/lettre-apolitique-lettr...
Le 1er Mai est fêté dans la plupart des Pays depuis le 1er Mai 1890.
Cette journée est l'aboutissement de longues et terribles luttes (durant la fin du 19ème siècle) contre le Patronat et l' Oppression afin d'obtenir des conditions de travail moins aliénantes.
Que ce soit aux Etats-Unis, en France et dans toute l'Europe, les Travailleurs (Travailleuses) se regroupent en formant l' Association Internationale du Travail.
Depuis le 1er Mai 1890.... cette journée est devenue la Journée Internationale des Travailleurs.
RESPECT à tous ces Hommes et ces Femmes qui ont permis, par la lutte, d'obtenir des conditions de travail dont nous profitons à ce jour......
Il paraît que de nos jours il n'y aurait plus de luttes des Classes......
Il paraît que nous sommes devenus des "partenaires" voire même des "collaborateurs"
Il paraît même qu'il y a les "vrais" et les "faux" travailleurs (les "vrais" étant ceux qui sont exploités par leur force de travail et les "faux" étant les chômeurs et les personnes vivant des minimas sociaux)
En ces Temps difficiles où l' Ignominie, la Roublardise, la Fourberie et la Récupération du 1er Mai sont à l'oeuvre ne nous laissons pas Troubler et continuons Notre Chemin
J'offre ce Muguet à toutes les personnes (Hommes et Femmes) qui continuent la lutte afin de préserver le peu qui reste des conditions de travail obtenues par de longues souffrances.
Cette année la fête du 1er Mai revêt 1 caractère particulier en raison du confinement dû au CoronaVirus Covid-19 : puisqu'il est INTERDIT de se regrouper et de MANIFESTER
Alors profitons de cette Vidéo :
Damien SAEZ : L'oiseau Liberté
www.youtube.com/watch?v=19fSciPV6pQ
Mouvement "Les Gilets-Jaunes"
We appreciate the courtesy of Chatwick University Archives for letting us use the journals in our research, and for permission to use parts for the genesis of “Dare’s Game”.
Dare’s Game
Beth, eagerly looking for Dare, walked straight into Seth’s cunning snare…..
Suffix, circa 1910?. It was during this time a fanciful young lady, whom we will call Beth, started a journal which she would faithfully keep over the course of almost 50 years. She led quite an adventuresome life for a lady of that time, and her journals were filled with many tales and observations of her exploits. The following story is derived from events that she penned down in the early years in her journal.
******************************************************************************
Beth had known Dare since their childhood. Dare was a handsome free spirited youth only two years her senior, who lived for the games his life had to offer. As his cherished nickname inferred, Dare was always trying to find the thrill out of anything he could think up, relishing to go beyond the pale in anything he attempted. Dare always a little different, harboring feelings and ideas way beyond his years, almost as if he had lived a previous life and retained something from it in his being.
Beth would remember times playing dress up with Dare’s sister Diana in some old gowns of their mothers. It was always then that Dare and his friends seemed to appear and talk them into playing hide n seek, tag or cops n robbers. Dare seemed to take pleasure in cajoling the girls into playing with them in this manner. Eyeing them as they played with a far off look that suggested the game they were playing had more meaning to him than he could ever venture to say. It was hard for Beth to explain it, but she did find it pleasurable (almost erotic using a word whose term she would learn much later) to be observed by him in this way.
One warm fall day Diana and Beth headed down to an old shack located near some railroad tracks at the back of a cornfield. Diana was dressed in a long satin play gown with her mother’s jewelry, which Dare had called rhinestones. Beth, herself dressed in a long flowing dress, loved the way Diana’s jewels twinkled and sparkled as she walked. They were going to pretend the shack was a ballroom and they were one their way to a fancy dance, like Beth’s and Diana’s parents had recently attended. Diana wasn’t supposed to be wearing her mother’s jewelry outside the house, but as a result of Dare’s teasing, had done so anyway.
They had reached the shack, an old white brick building with a wooden roof half fallen in, when a man’s voice suddenly said behind them, what are you two ladies up to? Turning they were confronted by a happily sneering drifter. The grubby man looked around, alone is we, and advanced towards them. The two girls stood petrified, he reached out and probed Diana along her side, pretty dress missy, he said, sparsely toothed mouth grinning like a pumpkin. He suddenly reached up and tore the necklace away from Diana’s throat, sending her falling backwards. Beth screamed bloody murder, as the vagrant turned heel, running off towards the tracks. Suddenly Dare appeared, and Beth, meaning to yell for help, exclaimed instead “help honey” to Dare. Dares eyes took on a very different look, almost of a burning yearning. Beth told him what had happened and he took off down towards the tracks in hot pursuit. For Beth, the look he had given her and the way he had dashed off excited her beyond measure. Even for someone that young, Beth now knew what Dare meant to her. From then on, playing games with Dare took on a heightened meaning for Beth.
But, nothing really changed in their relationship until Beth’s sophomore year of high school. Beth was sixteen at the time, a whimsical being, passionate, innocent, not particularly attractive, but radiating with a love of life. A living free spirit, developing into a very sexual being by the time her and Diana decided to attend their schools prom in their sophomore year. Beth dressed in a fuchsia coloured satin dress with dangling rhinestone earrings that had been” borrowed” from Diana’s Mother, the same ones Diana had been wearing when they had run into the drifter at the shack. Diana slipped into the slinky blue spaghetti strap gown and matching cover-all that she had worn as her cousin’s bridesmaid. She was wearing sapphire costume jewels patterned after the hope diamond. Their parents had given them a hard time when they saw their made up girls in their gowns and finery , admonishing them for looking way too mature. They smiled, consoling their parents fears, and went off on their adventure.
Their eyes were dazzled by the display of lights, the cheerfully student filled room, the band. They had stopped and were letting it all sink in, when Beth felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned and came face to face with Dare, who once again had the same yearning fire in his eyes as on that fateful day at the old shack. A veil was lifted from between the two, and Beth spent the whole evening encompassed in Dare’s arms. Soon after that the two had begun seeing much more of one another. Their relationship was still going strong eight years later.
*****************************
8 Years Later
*****************************
Come on Dare, let’s go to the Riverside, it will be fun she urged. She had been trying to get her fiancé’ to take her to the exclusive five star resorts for some time. And now she had a free overnight room card she had won at work! Dare looked into Beth’s wide, hope filled eyes, knowing her passion for attending these types of affairs. Ever hopeful she would see someone rich. Dare knew how to use this to his advantage. Finally he buckled, all right, only if we play the game afterwards he bargained. She squirmed inwardly with passion, nodding her agreement. Beth found the game exciting, though she would never let on to Dare. And, you must wear the gold bridesmaid gown and jewels you wore to your friend’s wedding last week , he added, a wistful smile lighting up his thin face.. Okay she agreed, trying to sound reluctant, but truthfully feeling multiple tingles of delight.
Dare was handsome, in a scrawny, thin bearded, sort of way ( From an old photo that survives he resembled a young Johnny Depp… the eds), with a witty writers imagination and a playful disposition. He could always make Beth laugh, feeling his excitement as he drew her into his stories and games. She would never admit to it, but found the game delightfully erogenous. She smiled to herself, so Dare had liked the satin gown after all, he had not shown any interest in her wearing it since the wedding. And the jewelry, the small rhinestone pendent and earrings had been pretty, but Beth soon came up with another idea. She would knock his socks off by wearing the glittering diamonds and emeralds that had been inherited from her grandmother. The set had laid collecting dust in a safety deposit box all these years, unworn. She had never told Dare about them, waiting for the perfect occasion. She could just imagine the look in his eyes when he saw her wearing them. Okay then, game on, Beth thought, wickedly sending shivers up and down her spine.
Dare’s Game was based on role playing:
Dare would give Beth money to purchase a new outfit, something rich and shiny, like silk or satin. With the new outfit, Beth would wear the good gold jewelry she had received from Dare on her birthdays. The idea was to acting like a bored rich girl out for a good time, alone and vulnerable.
Dare would be at the hotel bar, waiting for Beth to make her entrance, then make her acquaintance , playing a debonair, suited gentleman with a mysterious past and a hidden agenda. They would make a date later, usually to dance and have drinks.
Then that evening, she would go down to the bar. Dressed in one of the long gowns Dare favored, fitting in with the usual spillover from a wedding reception that had been held in one of the Ballrooms. Sometimes she would wear the rhinestone jewelry they had purchased together at various antique stores. Then Beth would wait for Dare to make his entrance, signaling the time for Dare’s game. He would assume one of several roles, or possibly a new one that Beth had never seen. In the past Dare had played:
A spy who would dance with Beth, then disappear. Sending a note to Beth via a third person that would have her meet him clandestinely in a remote location…
A highwayman who would come across Beth on the castle grounds , usually the resorts empty gardens at night….
A rich millionaire looking for romance…
A kidnapper hired by an evil uncle, who after tying up Beth and removing her valuables would have a change of heart….
A Jewel thief who would be cunningly after her valuables…
A handsome prince rescuing Beth’s damsel in distress ….
Or Dare’s favorite, centered on their old childhood game of cops and robbers. Dare would play the thief, and steal something from Beth, usually while dancing. He would then leave preset clues around the grounds that she would have to follow to catch him.
All of the games usually led to some playful groping and then escalating into the upper echelons of erotic pleasure. Sometimes they never made out of the woods, or barely out of the ballroom. Beth shivered at these thoughts, wishing she didn’t have to wait….
**********************************************************************
Three weeks later at the Riverside Resort.
**********************************************************************
In the Bar:
At the bar, Dare smiled to himself, pleased. He had dropped Beth off to check in by herself. She would change into her new outfit and wear it down to the bar for lunch. She would come in acting like a complete stranger to the area. Dare would make her acquaintance, invite her to lunch, and make plans to see her that evening at the resorts dance room. There were two wedding receptions going on, and that dance room should be filled with well-dressed patrons. Beth would fit right in; clad that pretty gown she had promised to wear.
Dare had been sitting at the bar, thinking about ways to play out the game that evening, when the answer came to him, in the form of a stranger who had come with his drink and sat next to him. The stranger introduced himself as Seth, and shaking Dare’s hand sat on the stool next to him. After they had had couple of drinks, they had become quite chummy. Seth explaining he had come up for one of the weddings, and assumed Dare was doing the same. Seth did not fail to observe Dare’s secretive smile, but did not question it. Their conversation was distracted only when a newcomer appeared at the entrance. Beth walked in, a long flowing silky skirt swishing down to her leather sandals. A shiny, long sleeved satin top fitting tightly along her perky figure, with bright gold jewelry complementing the ensemble. Real gold, Seth observed silently to himself.
Beth went to a table, both men going silent as they watched her move through the room. Good-looking one, that, Seth commented, looking at Dare who was deep in thought as his eyes were fixed on the sexy newcomer. Seth teasingly offered Dare a penny for his thoughts. Dare smiled mischievously, letting lose his plans. Seth listened to the young man, smiling as a light went on in his steal grey eyes. When Dare finished he offered up a suggestion as to how Dare could make it really interesting for Beth. The two co-conspirators worked it out: Seth told Dare about a stone hut and wall that was located on the back nine of the resorts golf course. He suggested that he, Seth, would meet Beth that evening and pass a note onto her from Dare saying that he was in trouble and needed her help, with directions to the spot. Dare liked the idea, and wrote the note on a cocktail napkin, cementing the plan by handing it to Seth.
Off you go old chap, let Uncle Seth take care of his end, he said grinning, giving Dare a sporting clap on the back. With a wink, Dare left his fellow collaborator, and went over to Beth, who had since been seated by a male waiter, now standing drooling over her shoulder as she looked at the menu.
Later that same evening, inside the crowded club:
Seth had stopped by the bar for a last drink. His business venture had been concluded earlier than he had expected. With the change in his plans, he had checked out early, his kit packed, boot loaded and the car ready. He now sat at the bar Causley watching young lass of about seventeen who had literally ran into him at one of the receptions. He watched her flirting about the club, weaving in and out of the guests. With a long swishing gown flowing provocatively along her lithe figure, abundant, solid white gold chains swinging out in an alluringly eye catching manner as she scurried about. A diminutive gold ring its half caret diamond flickered playfully from the petite pinky it loosely surrounded once again welcomed his contemplation. The lass presented quite an intriguing gold feathered fledgling, just begging to be plucked. He looked around, spying her parents on the dance floor. The father/husband, despite being an excellent dancer, gave him no interest. It was his partner, the wife/ mother, decked out in a iridescent suit and long swishing satin skirt upon which he now was reexamining. He again studied under the bright dance floor lights her fine pearls dangling from her ears, throat, and wrists. But it was the Ladies’ two rings that stole the show for him; an engagement ring with a rock of at least 2 carets surrounded by numerous shimmering half caret stones and a pinky ring similar to her daughters, that proudly displayed a single white solitaire diamond of at least one caret that had garnered his consideration. He also reconsidered the facts that he had been able to garnish about the lady who wore them, and her husband. The wife/mother was a heavy drinker who would not be expected to make any kind of appearance before noon. Hubby was a golfer, who would be out for breakfast at five am before being on the links at 6 am the next morning . At 5 :15 Seth was planning to pay a visit to his suite, and relieve his two ladies of their expensive trinkets. It should be an easy straight forward caper, that had Seth bristling with anticipation at the prospect.
As he was tossing down the last of his drink he remembered about Dare and the note he still had in his pocket. Setting down the empty glass, he pulled the note out and looked at it, kids he smirked, and was preparing to crinkle toss it on the bar and leave, when his eyes caught sight of Beth. He had felt his breath taken away when he saw her. Not at all what he had expected, he would say to Beth much later in the evening. He looked over the note, stirrings of a plan began formulating. All thoughts of the dancing couple and his plans fled his mind, as He rose, throwing a fiver on the bar and went off to intercept Beth.
Seth held Beth in his arms, she was a vivacious little thing he thought, while smiling charmingly into her eyes. She seemed a little apprehensive at first, but had settled right in when he had told her this had been set up by Dare, remember me at the bar with him this afternoon he had consoled her, she had smile brightly into his eyes in answer. He relished in the feel of her warm satin gown, and allowed himself to be mesmerized by the shimmer of her diamonds.
It reminded him of the diamonds that had been worn by one of his dance partners earlier that evening at a reception. He had forgotten her name, but not her diamonds, one of which now resided in a hidden compartment of his roadsters boot, along with the diamond pin he had slipped off the satin cape he had cordially help a well-dressed lady put on. He had also shelved his plans for his 5:15 am “meeting” at the golf playing husbands hotel room, Beth’s jewels were a much more lucrative prospect.
When the dance had ended he took her to the bar and sat her down, ordering her a drink. She seemed a little perplexed, Seth kissed her gloved hand; wait for it he told her mysteriously, winking into her eyes. Beth had winked back, the fire in her heart reflecting deep in her eyes. Seth left, smiling cleverly to himself as he took in his surroundings. He looked around as he walked away, now where had the little imp gotten off too?
He had decided that the seventeen year old in the long flirting gown would play a very different role in his plans. He approached her, with Dares note and a twenty. Thought for a moment about the pair of thick platinum gold chains dangling from her throat down the open neckline of the girl’s glossy gown, then banished the though, he had bigger fish to filet. The twenty caught her attention and she eagerly listened as he explained to her what to do, pointing out Beth sitting, waiting in earnest at the bar. Wait until she finishes her drink, Seth told her as she listened eagerly. She took the twenty into her hand, the half caret diamond on her pinky ring flashing, and her gold chain bracelets jangled as she grasped it. Seth left, figuring he had about twenty minutes to stop at his car, get a few items from the boot, and put his plan in motion.
Beth had curiously received the note from the attractively shy young lady, clad a slinky gown that made her appear years older. Reading it she folded it and was just getting up when a man wearing a suit came up to her and offered to let her dance with him. It took her some time, before she was finally able to ward him off and leave the brilliantly lit clubroom for the dark, forbidding grounds outside.
Now, a thoroughly excited Beth walked up the hill. Her senses becoming more prickling alert with each step. Innocently unaware that she was no longer playing a role in Dare’s game!
************************************************************************************
Epilogue:
As Seth walked away admiring the shimmery necklace, his thoughts travelled back to the gold burdened impish youngster in the swirling gown, and her pearl and diamond laden mother. Revisiting his original plans he decided that he liked the odds, especially since they would be against him. With the father leaving early to meet his cronies for breakfast the Mother should be still sleeping off her drink induced stupor, the hyperactive girl should still be out cold, but presented no risk if she awoke, he had more rope. The ladies jewels should be lying about in the apartment, or handedly on their persons( the pairs of diamond pinky rings, as well as the multi-diamond engagement ring flashed once again across his memory with all their brilliant glory),as he caught fire with the vision. There could be a safe he reasoned, but with a tied up daughter and a knife in his hand, the mother should have no issue opening it for him, or disclosing anywhere else her jewels may have been hidden . But if there was no safe, and the rings, pearls and solid white gold chains were somewhere in the room, he knew he would be able to noiselessly break in, find and slip the jewels from wherever they were perched, and be safely on his way without even causing the slightest stir from the sleeping woman and her daughter. It was a road Seth had travelled down many times. He prickled at the thought, as he foresightedly tallied up the potential haul while making his way to the car. The Mother/wife’s diamond rings, would easily fetch him at least three grand, probably close five with her pearls and the whelp’s jewelry added in. About a quarter of what he probably would get for the jewels now in his procession, so he mused inquisitively to himself, so ,was it worth the risk of his 20,000 bird in hand? Yes he answered himself, as all too familiar and welcome tingling sensation overwhelmed Seths muscular body. Like Dare, Seth like to play risky games, especially those which promised to be somewhat profitable. It would be a tantalizingly chancy gamble of his own; to wait a safe distance away while things cooled down and then return to break into the un protected sleeping ladies chamber.. He knew just the place to hide , and it would be a perfect spot to watch events unfold around Beth and Dare, while making his plans! It also afforded a nicely secret hiding nook for the ill-gotten gains collected so far that evening in case something went wrong, which it wouldn’t..
Courtesy of Chatwick University Archives
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
DISCLAIMER
All rights and copyrights observed by Chatwick University, Its contributors, associates and Agents
The purpose of these chronological photos and accompanying stories, articles is to educate, teach, instruct, and generally increase the awareness level of the general public as to the nature and intent of the underlying criminal elements that have historically plagued humankind.
No Part of this can reprinted, duplicated, or copied be without the express written permission and approval of Chatwick University.
These photos and stories are works of fiction. Any resemblance to people, living or deceased, is purely coincidental.
As with any work of fiction or fantasy the purpose is for entertainment and/or educational purposes only, and should never be attempted in real life.
We accept no responsibility for any events occurring outside this website.
*********************************************************************************************************************************************************************
The exploits of Quick & Flupke, gamins de Bruxelles.
90 years ago, in 1930 (a year after Tintin), Hergé invented two ketjes Bruxellois, Quick & Flupke.
Though created by the same clear line that also made Tintin,
their adventures are more mischievous and less international.
They're mostly situated on the streets of the old Marolles neighbourhood
and somehow include outwitting police officer 15
or any other form of authority.
Our Super Heroes !
Exploitant : SETRAM
Réseau : SETRAM
Ligne : 5
Lieu : Saint-Martin (Le Mans, F-72)
Lien TC Infos : tc-infos.fr/id/5895
La SETE, exploitant de la Tour Eiffel, avait précisé que cette illumination débuterait la tombée de la nuit, et non pas à 19H00 comme elle l'avait annoncé précédemment... mais une alerte à la bombe l'a quand même décalée ce mardi !
An old abandoned house with its' side fallen out. This is on an island that was resettled in the 1960's. It reminded me of a little girls doll house.
Le Château Labégorce est un domaine composé de 70 hectares de vignes en appellation Margaux, dans la région de Bordeaux. Ce château est la propriété de la famille Perrodo depuis 1989. Il est situé entre les communes de Margaux et Soussans. Le second vin produit sur la propriété est Zédé de Labégorce, qui bénéficie de la même qualité de terroir.
Le vignoble de Labégorce est l'un des plus anciens de Margaux. L'existence de la « Maison Noble de La Bégorce » remonte à 1332. Des générations de seigneurs et cultivateurs se sont succédé pour façonner l'identité du domaine. En 1789, la propriété est morcellée en trois parties: Labégorce Margaux (dont le château, de style néoclassique, situé au cœur du vignoble de Margaux, est l'œuvre de l'architecte Corcelles), Labégorce Zédé et L'Abbé Gorsse de Gorsse. Deux cents après, Hubert Perrodo réussit le pari fou de la réunir, en acquérant Labégorce Margaux en 1989, L’Abbé Gorsse de Gorsse en 2002, et Labégorce-Zédé en 2005.
L'exploitation est dirigée depuis 2006 par sa fille Nathalie Perrodo qui, à la mort de son père, a pris la tête des Vignobles Labégorce (dont fait aussi partie le château Marquis d'Alesme Becker, 3e Grand Cru Classé de Margaux
"Historical City"
Uzès (Gard)
Website : www.fluidr.com/photos/pat21
www.flickriver.com/photos/pat21/sets/
"Copyright © – Patrick Bouchenard
The reproduction, publication, modification, transmission or exploitation of any work contained here in for any use, personal or commercial, without my prior written permission is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved."
Asian elephants and their mahouts (elephant trainer/caregiver) on the Mekong River in Laos. It has been estimated that the country had well over a hundred thousand elephants over a century ago. In fact, the old name for Laos was "Lan Xang," meaning "land of a million elephants." The country's previous flag had a three headed white elephant on it (a traditional symbol of strength and unity in Lao culture). Today, due to poaching and habitat loss, the elephant population numbers less than a thousand. Conservation work is being undertaken by the WWF (World Wildlife Fund) as well as independent elephant sanctuaries such as this one. Ironically enough, there is a fundamental disagreement between the WWF and these elephant sanctuaries in their approach to conservation. WWF accuses these sanctuaries of exploiting elephants for tourism purposes, while the sanctuaries feel that putting elephants in a protected area is impractical and ultimately a losing battle as poaching and habitat loss continues to take their toll on the population.
With the UFA Invasion underway, dozens of Eurasian bunkers had been raided and decimated. One base in particular, though, had an increased amount of activity. Curious of this, the UFA sent pathfinders to find out what significance this commotion was. Upon entering the facility unnoticed, a couple of rebel leaders were being tortured, and soon after one of them was executed for noncompliance. The pathfinders were shocked at this discovery, since the rebels and Eurasians shared similar goals. What was really going on? The pathfinders became unaware of their movements, and alerted the guards of their position. Communication to UFA headquarters were soon disrupted, and the secret of this seeming betrayal died after the bombing of this facility soon after.
Very fun to get back into the swing of things, and to continue this storyline for the World In Darkness group from Everette. Made this quick scene in one night since I've been busy with music and schoolwork. I had two sets of lighting, and couldn't only post one of them, so you'll get both :))
Autrefois, l’exploitation du goémon, dont on extrayait la soude et celle du granit qui a permis de construire tant d’infrastructures portuaires des côtes françaises comme anglaises, assurait aux îles une population permanente importante.
Au milieu du XIXe siècle, Chausey abrite jusqu’à 500 carriers, la majorité était des granitiers bretons.
Ce sont les moines du Mont Saint-Michel qui, les premiers, ont exploité le granit de Chausey.
Sa réputation est telle qu’il sert à la construction des manoirs du Cotentin, à la réalisation des quais des ports de Dieppe et de Londres, au pavage des trottoirs du Paris haussmannien, ou à la reconstruction de Saint-Malo en 1949.
Les algues, qui abondent dans les fonds marins de l’archipel, ont aussi constitué une matière première importante pour la fabrication de la soude entrant dans la composition du verre ou des savons.
Playing with textures, I like how the textures totally transform the look of the image. I like this one....what does everyone else think.
Textures By Lenabem-Anna.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
© Copyright 2013 Philip Hunter, All Rights Reserved.
You do NOT have the right to copy, reproduced, download, or exploit any of my images without my permission.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
ZUCCHERO - Sere d'estate
www.youtube.com/watch?v=amvYoM3yxuk
===================================================
Vi presento Kirk KIlgour !!!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F8acEY330Cc
Ti ho chiesto, Signore, di essere forte per eseguire progetti grandiosi:
Tu mi hai reso debole per conservarmi nell’umiltà.
Ti ho chiesto la salute per realizzare grandi imprese:
Tu mi hai dato il dolore per comprenderla meglio.
Ti ho chiesto la ricchezza per possedere tutto:
Tu mi hai lasciato povero per non essere egoista.
Ti ho chiesto il potere perché gli uomini avessero bisogno di me:
Tu mi hai dato l’umiliazione perché io avessi bisogno di loro.
Ti ho chiesto l’amicizia per non vivere solo:
Tu mi hai dato un cuore per amare tutti i fratelli.
Ti ho chiesto tutte le cose che avrebbero potuto rallegrare la mia vita:
Tu mi hai dato la vita perché mi rallegrassi di tutte le cose.
Signore, non ho ricevuto quello che ho chiesto
Ma mi hai dato tutto quello di cui avevo bisogno e quasi contro la mia volontà.
Le preghiere che mai feci, furono esaudite.
Grazie, Signore: fra tutti gli uomini nessuno ha mai avuto più di quello che ho io!
Kirk Kilgour
(Campione sportivo americano costretto su una sedia a rotelle per un incidente)
===========================================================
Composed prayer from Kirk Kilgour, legendary volleyball champion, forced on a wheelchair as a result of a serious accident.
I ASKED GOD
Kirk Kilgour
I asked God to make me strong
To carry out marvellous plans:
He has made me weak to preserve me humble.
I asked God to make me healthy
To carry out great exploits:
He's given me pains to make me understand health better.
I asked Him richness to own everything:
He has made me poor so I could not be selfish.
I asked Him Power
Because men would need me:
He has given me humiliation because I would need them.
I asked God everything to enjoy life:
He has left me my life because I could appreciate everything.
Lord, I have not received what I asked,
but you has given me what I needed
and quite against my willing.
The prayers I did not say were answered.
Be praised my Lord, among the men
None has what I have!
Kirk Kilgour
=======================================================
L'ANGOLO DELLO SPIRITO
MEDJUGORJE INTERNATIONAL WEBSITE MESSAGE 2013- JUNE -2
www.medjugorje.ws/it/#latest-message
=====================================================
The Exploited performing live at The Rock
Copenhagen, Denmark; April 24, 2011
Camera model: Canon EOS 5D Mark II
Lens: Canon EF 70-200L f/2.8 IS USM
Aperture: f /2.8
Focal length: 2000 mm
Shutter speed: 1/50 sec.
ISO 6400
Copyright © Goran Kljutić
All images are exclusive property and may not be copied, downloaded, reproduced, transmitted, manipulated or used in any way without expressed, written permission of the photographer.
Italien / Toskana - Chianti
Gaiole in Chianti
Chianti (Italian pronunciation: [ˈkjanti]), in Italy also referred to as Monti del Chianti ("Chianti Mountains") or Colline del Chianti ("Chianti Hills"), is a mountainous area of Tuscany in the provinces of Florence, Siena and Arezzo, composed mainly of hills and mountains. It is known for the wine produced in and named for the region, Chianti.
History
The territory of Chianti was initially limited, in the thirteenth century, by the municipalities of Gaiole in Chianti, Radda in Chianti and Castellina in Chianti and thus defined the "Chianti League" (Lega di Chianti).
Cosimo III de' Medici, Grand Duke of Tuscany, even decided in 1716 to issue an edict in which he officially recognized the boundaries of the Chianti district, which was the first legal document in the world to define a wine production area.
The villages of Chianti are often characterized by Romanesque churches and fortified medieval castles, signs of the ancient wars between Siena and Florence or as Monteriggioni, a fortified village north of Siena, on the ancient Via Cassia that leads to Florence.
In 1932, the wine designation specified the production limits for Chianti Classico, which is a DOCG (in Italian "Denominazione di Origine Controllata e Garantita", governed by Italian regulations).
Geography
In addition to the cities already mentioned at the origin of this region, the city of Greve in Chianti radically expresses its connection directly in its name or as Impruneta which claims the name Impruneta in Chianti although it is not an official designation.
Agriculture
Like all rural regions of Tuscany, there is no monoculture and there are vineyards, olive trees, cereals and potatoes.
Silviculture
In the lower hills, there is the exploitation of oak woods, on the higher hills those of chestnut and holm oaks. Everywhere there are cypresses.
Viticulture
The name of Chianti wine refers to a region strictly located in the provinces of Florence, Siena, Arezzo, Pistoia, Pisa and Prato.
Cities in the region with explicit reference in their names:
Greve in Chianti and its hamlets: Panzano in Chianti, San Polo in Chianti
Radda in Chianti
Gaiole in Chianti
Castellina in Chianti
(Wikipedia)
Das Chianti-Gebiet [ˈkjantigəˌbiːt], auch Colline del Chianti (Chianti-Hügel) oder Monti del Chianti (Chianti-Berge) genannt, ist eine Hügelkette (Gebirgskette) im Zentrum der Toskana, in der schon seit Jahrhunderten Chianti-Wein produziert wird. Das Weinbaugebiet macht ca. ein Drittel der gesamten Toskana aus.
Geografie
Das Kerngebiet der Hügelkette teilt sich in die Gebiete Chianti fiorentino und Chianti senese auf. Hierbei liegt der fiorentinische Teil am südöstlichen Rand der Metropolitanstadt Florenz und umfasst die Gemeinden Barberino Val d’Elsa, Greve in Chianti, San Casciano in Val di Pesa und Tavarnelle Val di Pesa. Der senesische Teil liegt im Nordosten der Provinz Siena und umfasst Castellina in Chianti, Castelnuovo Berardenga, Gaiole in Chianti, Poggibonsi und Radda in Chianti. Der sogenannte Chianti aretino ist der westliche Teil der Provinz Arezzo zwischen Arno und Chianti und gehört nicht zum Kerngebiet. Ihm gehören die Gemeinden Cavriglia, Bucine, Pergine Valdarno, Montevarchi und San Giovanni Valdarno an. Diese liegen geografisch gesehen im westlichen Valdarno[ (Arnotal).
Das Chianti-Gebiet umfasst im Westen Teile des Elsatals (Val d’Elsa) und des Pesatals (Val di Pesa), im Norden das Grevetal (Val di Greve), im Osten Teile des Arnotals (Valdarno) und des Ambratals (Val d’Ambra bzw. Valdambra). Im Südosten grenzt der Chianti an die Crete Senesi, im Südwesten an die Montagnola Senese.
In den Hügeln des Chianti entspringen die Flüsse bzw. Torrenti Ambra, Arbia, Bozzone, Greve, Ombrone, Pesa und Staggia. Zudem durchfließt im Westen der Elsa aus Süden und der Montagnola Senese kommend das Gebiet, das im Norden und Nordosten teilweise an den Arno grenzt.
Höchste Erhebung im Chianti-Gebiet ist der Berg Monte San Michele, der im Gemeindegebiet von Greve in Chianti liegt. Er erreicht eine Höhe von 893 Metern.
Geschichte
Das Gebiet wurde zuerst von den Etruskern und danach von den Römern besiedelt. Beide Kulturen hinterließen viele Spuren – auch, was den Weinbau angeht. Erstmals dokumentiert wurde das Gebiet als Clanti im 8. Jahrhundert. Im Mittelalter kämpften Florenz und Siena um die Vorherrschaft in diesem Gebiet. Der Name "Chianti" (Lega del Chianti) stand ursprünglich für einen Militärbund der Städte Radda, Castellina und Gaiole, der im 13. Jahrhundert entstand. Später wurde der Name auf immer größere Gebiete ausgeweitet. Dörfer und Klöster, Burgen und Festungen wurden in dieser Zeit errichtet, die dann später, als es wieder friedlicher wurde, in Landgüter und Villen umgewandelt wurden. In dieser Zeit fanden umfangreiche Waldrodungen statt, um Olivenhaine und Weinberge anzulegen. Diese Veränderungen brachten wirtschaftliche Erfolge und internationalen Ruhm für die Region.
Gesamtes Chianti-Gebiet (Weinbau)
Das gesamte Chianti-Gebiet erstreckt sich von Pisa (im Nordwesten) bis Montalcino (im Südosten) und ist offiziell in neun Untergebiete geteilt:
Chianti Classico (siehe unten)
Chianti Rufina (um Pontassieve)
Chianti Colline Pisane (um Pisa)
Chianti Montalbano (um Carmignano)
Chianti Colli Fiorentini (um Florenz)
Chianti Colli Senesi (um Siena)
Chianti Aretini (um Arezzo)
Chianti Montespertoli
Weinbau im Chianti-Classico-Gebiet
Es ist im Norden begrenzt von den Vororten von Florenz, im Osten von den Chianti-Bergen, im Süden von Siena und im Westen von den Tälern der Flüsse Pesa und Elsa. Es ist das Kernland des Chianti-Gebietes. Eine 70 km lange Weinstraße (die „Via Chiantigiana“, SS 222) verbindet die beiden großen Städte und führt durch eine großartige Kulturlandschaft. An der Straße liegen viele bekannte Weinorte aufgereiht wie an einer Perlenkette. Nur ein Zehntel des sehr waldigen Gebiets (insgesamt ca. 70.000 Hektar) wird für Weinbau verwendet. Der Gallo Nero (= „Schwarzer Hahn“) ist das Kennzeichen der Chianti-Classico-Weine. Das Consorzio del Marchio Storico Chianti Classico wacht über die Einhaltung der Regeln für guten Chianti.
(Wikipedia)
Exploitant : Transdev Boucle des Lys
Réseau : IDF Mobilités – Saint Germain Boucles de Seine
Ligne : 21
Lieu : Gare de Marly-le-Roi – Bèque (Marly-le-Roi, F-78)
Lien TC Infos : tc-infos.fr/vehicule/29312
Much has been written about the speed exploits of the A4 pacific's, but rather less of the haulage of heavy loads under difficult circumstances.In 1948 non-stop running was reintroduced between Edinburgh and London. The autumn that year saw the main line south of Edinburgh washed away due to flooding.On the 7th September A4 Pacific 60009 Woodcock took the train via Galashiels and Kelso to get back on the main line at Tweedmouth. This involved taking the 13 coach train of 465 tons up the 13 miles of Falahill bank without assistance and another 73 miles before reaching water troughs at Locker.At Darlington the train crew changed over via the corridor tender and the entire run of 408.65 miles was completed non-stop.The same driver also achieved this feat in the northbound direction.
A Western region locomotive inspector was asked what is most memorable impression of the 1948 loco exchanges was.His reply, on the footplate of A4 Pacific Seagull climbing Hemerdon bank following a speed restriction at the start of the climb and with both injectors on, the complete freedom of steaming compared with our own engines.
Copyright © Heavenxxx89 2012 -2013 You may not, except with my express written permission, copy, reproduce, download,
distribute or exploit In any way Thank you
view my photostream here portfotolio.net/heavenxxx23
A redo of an eariler version
to the silly person who likes to fave my pictures then un fave them How pathetic can you get why bother to fave in the first place lolol Gosh some people on here !!
Textures used www.flickr.com/photos/lenabem-anna/sets/72157624082271697/
www.flickr.com/photos/jewellofdistressed/sets/72157625635...
Captured some 50 minutes after my previous post and a little further down the coast at Jenny Browns Point.
--------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------
© Copyright 2014 Philip Hunter, All Rights Reserved.
You do NOT have the right to copy, reproduced, download, or exploit any of my images without my permission.
---------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------
Røros Mining Town is linked to the copper mines, established in the 17th century and exploited for 333 years until 1977. Røros contains about 2000 wooden one- and two-storey houses and a smelting house. The town was completely rebuilt after its destruction by Swedish troops in 1679.
English: en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Røros
Español: es.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Røros
Norwegian: www.worldheritageroros.no
Unesco World Heritage: "Røros Mining Town and the Circumference", ref 55bis.
Located in the county Trøndelag, created in 2018 (earlier in Sør-Trøndelag county).
"The starry sky above me, the moral law within me" wrote Kant. "If man is nothing compared to the cosmos, the legislature has absolute morals, taking as its action is the universal interest, dictated by the voice of conscience."
Small actions, bring big changes.
Protect small sites of importance for nature and the environment won't save the great forests from over-exploitation yet, but I think it is increasing rapidly our moral interest and consequently the importance for the environmental status of the planet.
This place is Vincheto Nature Reserve, a site of international interest, including in the European network of biogenetic reserves, and became a special protection area within the Natura 2000 network.
Le dieu-singe hindou Hanuman au Palais royal de Phnom Penh (Cambodge)
Website : www.fluidr.com/photos/pat21
"Copyright © – Patrick Bouchenard
The reproduction, publication, modification, transmission or exploitation of any work contained here in for any use, personal or commercial, without my prior written permission is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved."
La Rocca di San Silvestro, conosciuta in epoca medievale come Rocca a Palmento, è un villaggio fortificato sorto intorno al X secolo, grazie allo sfruttamento signorile dei ricchi giacimenti minerari, abbandonato dopo il 1347 e finito progressivamente in rovina. E' situata nel comune di Campiglia Marittima e facente parte del Parco Archeominerario di San Silvestro, in versione BN.
San Silvestro Fortless, known in medieval times as a fortress to Palmento, is a fortified village built around the tenth century, thanks to the exploitation of the rich mineral deposits stately, abandoned after 1347 and finished progressively ruined. And 'it situated in the town of Campiglia Marittima and part of Archaeological Park San Silvestro, in BW version.
Steve Best | Twitter | 500px | FlickRiver | Flipboard |