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Situé au confluent de la Molignée et du Flavion, le château de Montaigle se dresse fièrement sur un éperon rocheux escarpé. Bâtie sur une construction plus ancienne, la forteresse médiévale fut édifiée au début du 14ème siècle.
Le site connaît dès le Bas Empire, une première fortification gallo-romaine de type éperon barré. Nous sommes alors au IIIe siècle. Une seconde modification architecturale a lieu vers le IXe siècle. On agrandit encore vers le XIIe siècle. Enfin, le XIVe siècle voit la dernière phase de modification du château telle qu'on peut encore le voir aujourd'hui. Les murailles sont, entre autres choses, renforcées par l'intérieur.
Autrefois siège d’un bailliage, le château fort, dont la dernière phase de construction remonte au début du XIVe siècle, a été détruit sur ordre de Henri II de France en juillet 1554 par le Duc de Bourgogne, François Ier de Nevers. Ayant déjà rasé la ville de Dinant au mois de mai 1554, les habitants du château avaient fuis vers Namur pour chercher la protection de Charles Quint. Il y a donc fort à parier que le Duc n'ait rencontré aucune résistance.
Ayant perdu tout intérêt stratégique, le château ne fut jamais reconstruit après la destruction de 1554. Il fut longtemps laissé à l'abandon au gré des vents et autres corbeaux jusqu'à ce qu'une association le repris en main au XXe siècle. Le château est propriété de la famille del Marmol depuis 1865.
Located at the confluence of the Molignée and the Flavion, the Château de Montaigle stands proudly on a steep rocky spur. Built on an older construction, the medieval fortress was built at the beginning of the 14th century.
Since the Lower Empire, the site has seen a first Gallo-Roman fortification of the barred spur type. We are then in the 3rd century. A second architectural modification took place around the 9th century. It was further enlarged around the 12th century. Finally, the 14th century saw the last phase of modification of the castle as we can still see it today. The walls are, among other things, reinforced from the inside.
Formerly the seat of a bailiwick, the fortified castle, whose last phase of construction dates back to the beginning of the 14th century, was destroyed on the orders of Henry II of France in July 1554 by the Duke of Burgundy, François I of Nevers. Having already razed the town of Dinant in May 1554, the inhabitants of the castle had fled to Namur to seek the protection of Charles V. It is therefore a safe bet that the Duke encountered no resistance.
Having lost all strategic interest, the castle was never rebuilt after the destruction of 1554. It was left abandoned for a long time to the winds and other crows until an association took it over in the 20th century. The castle has been owned by the del Marmol family since 1865.
...at Warnham Nature Reserve, near Horsham
A couple of moorhen facts:
For a female moorhen, a small, fat male is preferred as a mate.
It’s been discovered that their apparent nervous tic, the constant flirting of the tail, is exactly that: a nervous tic. But it has a purpose. The flicking reveals the bird’s white bottom, and this is a signal to a predator that the individual is awake and vigilant and therefore primed to flee from any planned attack. The closer the moorhen is to danger, or the more exposed it feels, the more rapidly it flicks.
The orange-red bill with a bright yellow tip is actually coded so other moorhens can tell how healthy an individual is - much as flamingos do. Scientists have shown the different colours on the bird’s bill are actually health indicators. The red seems to be related to low levels of bacterial infection, and the yellow to blood parameters such as resistance to infection. The brighter the colours, the more attractive the bird is deemed.
Moor(hen) facts here :- www.wwt.org.uk/news-and-stories/blog/10-facts-you-might-n...
I found out this morning that they have been evacuating the Sumas Prairie over night. Rely on the real news not Facebook or other social media too much misinformation. I hope things work out for everyone. I am in no danger as I live way up the hill.
I went looking for sea eagles around the northern shore of Loch Shiel. The calm conditions might have made them easy to spot. But it started to rain. My son and wife, on a recent visit had five sea eagles in sight at the same time. But as I scoured the shore across the loch, suddenly about 30 startled Canada geese took flight from out of sight behind some gorse bushes with a terrible cacophony of noise that made me jump. But I swung my camera to catch them fly briefly and then land on the water before realising Effie was gone. I searched amongst the shoreline bushes, calling her name more and more frantically but there was no flash of her white coat. Had she fled up over the nearest hills, or into the woods? I had no idea. With a sense of dread I traced our original route back along the muddy traffic, calling out to her ever more loudly and desperately. I thought the noise might echo across the loch and bring the eagles over but unfortunately I caught sight of other movement: cows thinking I was the farmer calling them for a new delivery of hay. Now cows and dogs do not go well together. So many dog walkers killed by cows. It hastened me on my way, frequently checking over my shoulder for a herd of beasts gaining on me. But there was no sign of Effie. Had she really been so alarmed by the sound of geese that she would have fled all the way back to the car. The track bent near a bridge, and from there I suddenly spotted a little white.... it was Effie, still hundreds of yards away looking like a lost sheep feeling rather silly about itself peering eagerly round the bend towards me. What a little beauty; filthy as fv<% with mud but I was over the moon to see her. One call and she ran full tilt towards me, flying over huge puddles and mud patches, ears flapping like redundant wings, until she was in my arms. Aww my cutie, fled in terror from the madly flapping geese!
My great-grandmother Polina was born in 1890 into a landowning noble family.
Her father played both the piano and violin well and used to teach orphaned children in his home — they also lived there. They even gave some amateur concerts in the city of Kharkiv.
Polina received her education at the Institute for Noble Maidens in Saint Petersburg. Like her father, she was a skilled pianist and later worked as a teacher of Russian language and literature.
After the so-called "Great October Socialist Revolution," life for the previously privileged noble class in the newly formed Soviet Union became extremely difficult. The policy of the new communist government aimed to physically eliminate the nobility and other "hostile classes" and confiscate their property.
Part of my great-grandmother’s family managed to flee the country — to what was then Romania — and thus saved their lives. However, they had to start from scratch, taking with them only what little they could carry.
What followed was a harsh life typical for that generation: two world wars, a civil war, several waves of famine, and Stalin’s repressions.
My great-grandmother passed away in 1962. My mother saw her when she was a little girl but remembers very little.
My aunt (Polina's daughter) knew much more and even told me stories when I was a kid. But I no longer remember them, and my aunt passed away almost 20 years ago.
As a result, I have very little information left...
This situation is quite typical for Ukraine and its people — the many upheavals throughout our history have made it difficult to preserve the connection and continuity between generations.
The photograph was most likely taken before 1917 (after the Bolsheviks came to power, people no longer wore such outfits).
The original photograph is probably lost forever. However, I have a printed copy — about 25 years ago, my aunt took the photo to be restored, and someone, rather carelessly using Photoshop tools, produced this version in several copies. I later had to do additional work to restore this "copy of a copy" ))
Location: Dirt road near Durbanville.
Description: Although I’ve experimented with quite a number of different photographic styles and techniques over the past year or so, I’ve never really experimented with the different kinds of emotions that photographs can convey.
This scene was inspired by the cover of a DVD that I spotted recently… I’m not sure what the movie was called, but I can clearly remember how I felt when I noticed it on the shelf.
Equipment: Sony Alpha 100 (11mm ultra-wide)
Date: December 2007
This one is quite dark and is much better when viewed Large
Alaska Railroad’s Aurora Winter Train kicks up snow as it turns west at Matanuska Junction on a calm Saturday morning. The train will soon make their first scheduled stop at Wasilla on its way to Fairbanks.
African Wildcat (Felis lybica) spits as it humps up making itself as big as possible in view of the threat from the juvenile Cheetah (Acinonyx jubatus). This scene unfolded in the Nossob River Valley of the Kgalagadi Transfrontier Park of South Africa. The Cheetah gave the Wildcat the opportunity to flee which it did successfully.
The historic wildfires blazing across Los Angeles County this week have wiped out more than 10,000 structures, at least 27 people have died in the LA wildfires, with another 16 missing.
The blaze broke out amid dry and windy conditions
at least 130,000 Angelenos have fled for safety
an estimated 10,000 structures have been destroyed and the damage is in the billions.
Au 10 janvier 2025, les incendies ont fait au moins 27 morts, détruit plus de 10 000 bâtiments, endommagé plus de 2 000 bâtiments et forcé plus de 130 000 personnes à évacuer
La propagation des incendies a été aggravée par des conditions météorologiques extrêmement défavorables
Des rafales ont atteint les 160 km/
Le Défi
Comme le premier pas du funambule sur le fil qui mène aux étoiles,
Comme chaque pas dans la vie,
Comme un pas vers l'inconnu,
Comme le pas qu'on ose pas,
Comme le pas décisif,
Comme le pas pour fuir pour fuir tous les '' ne pas '' ,
Alors , pourquoi pas ce pas ?
Artiste Nicolas Lavarenne
The challenge
As the first step of the walks the tightrope that leads to the stars,
As every step in life,
As a step into the unknown,
As no one dares not ,
As the decisive step
As not to flee to escape all '' no '' ,
So why not you?
Artist Nicolas Lavarenne
Movement is difficult to portray. It is more than just panning with low shutterspeed. I am finding out the hard way. After playing around for a while and trying to capture movement and at the same time keep the image recognizable...
Criticism very welcome! Good AND bad! Thanks so much for viewing.
Sanderling, IJmuiden, Netherlands.
Hemingway’s Remington: The Typewriter That Traveled the World
In the early 1920s, Ernest Hemingway carried his Remington Portable Typewriter across Europe as a young reporter for the Toronto Star. From the bustling streets of Paris to war-torn Turkey, he pounded out vivid stories on politics, war, and daily life.
In one account, he described watching refugees flee across the Balkans. His typewriter perched on an old hotel desk, the fire flickering nearby, a glass of scotch within reach, he pounded out to their stories of desperation in crisp, unflinching prose.
Light and rugged, the Remington suited his restless nature—just as useful in a Parisian café as in a conflict zone. Long before he became a literary icon, Hemingway honed his craft with each keystroke.
In the photo is a 1926 No1 Pocket Kodak and 1922 Remington Portable Typewriter
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Lovely smell.
Big file, if you are interested you must be able to see the lice that fled into the fowers and all the dirt that jumped onto the negative in camera. and more.
Can you let me know if it ENLARGES , it's 9680x 11800 pixels but does not really enlarge on my screen.
Edit: it only enlarges to 2048 pixels
Contact print from tray developed 8 x 9,5 negative.
Dallmeyer Rapid Rectilinear 10x8
Gandolfi camera.
Don't be too critical of this shot. This Mallard was sitting on the ground in front of me as I approached. It suddenly launched into the air. I was lucky to get the camera up, and luckier yet that it focused on the duck at all. I present this because I think it is a pretty photograph.
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Nikon D300. 1/1600th @ f5.2. 210mm. 51 pt 3D AF WB = auto.
The Jacobin Church of Leeuwarden was built in the thirteenth century for the Dominican Order. The wonderful baroque organ was constructed 1724-1727 by Christian Müller (1690-1763) and restored 1972-1977. As I was admiring it my eye caught the engraving of a tombstone just about at the organ's foot. It's on the grave of one Thewis Pietersz. who died in 1608 and his wife, Anna Tyaerdt who predeceased him in 1602.
The inset engraving shows us the Skeleton of Death with bow and arrow chasing a robust fighter with sword and shield. Note the central pot of flowers, I think: lilies. Obviously I immediately thought of the musical fugues - the word derived from the Latin for flight and chase - which down through the centuries must have sounded from that organ.
Sierra Blanca, Texas
This was hardly the only derelict building in this "census designated place" (just east of El Paso). There were many, including two other filling stations. The town has definitely seen better days. It's an unincorporated town (of some 550 people), yet it's the county seat--which I'd imagine is a rarity among the counties of the US.
I immediately liked this building, thinking it would make a great photo. Not sure I've done it justice with my processing, and I may come back to it.
This is just of I-10. I generally hate taking the interstate when I'm traveling, preferring the secondary highways as I usually find them more interesting. I chose this route because I was just trying to get out of Texas as quickly as possible as I strove to get ahead of the cold front that had moved in. In this case, however, I'm glad I made this route choice. I had driven it once before, but at night (I generally hate driving at night also, but like here, I was also fleeing a [worse] cold front--the infamous one of 2021). In any case, I was able to see what I couldn't last year--including this interesting town, as well as another derelict laden Texas town--Toyah. I don't have a time-line, but I expect to upload several photos from my shoots in those towns.
Nechung Chok གནས་ཆུང་ལྕོག་
Nechung or Nechung Chok (gNas chung lcog) or "the small dwelling", is the seat of the State Oracle of Tibet. It is also referred to as Sungi Gyelpoi Tsenkar, the "Demon Fortress of the Oracle King." It is about 10 minutes walk down from Drepung Monastery, and was the residence of the three-headed, six-armed Pehar, the chief protector of the Gelugs (Yellow Hat sect) and the seat of the State Oracle or Nechung Oracle. It is medium-sized temple which used to house about a hundred monks. It was the seat of State Oracle until 1959 when he fled with the Dalai Lama to India who now lives in exile in Dharamsala, India. The Dalai Lamas traditionally always consulted him before making an important decision. It was the residence of the Protector Pehar, a deity of the Horpas, who lived to the east of (Lake) Kokonor. According to tradition, he is held to have been originally brought to Samye Monastery by Padmasambhava who bound him to protect the dharma. An alternative story is that he was brought back by a Bon general, Tara Lugong, who took possession of the meditation school near Kanchow of the Bhaţa Hor, a tribe of Uighurs, about the end of the 8th century CE. Pehar was regarded as the guardian deity of the treasures of Samye Monastery and, later, as the 'protector of religion'. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nechung
This building dates from 1746 although there had been a chapel on the site since 1662. 2 storeys red brick. Half-hipped tiled roof and eaves cornice. 3 cambered mullions and transoms. Wide doorcase with fluted pilasters containing 2 6-panel moulded doors with a pediment over. Gallery inside and contemporary pulpit.
Although the building looks plain, even severe, from the outside, the timber-framed interior is of considerable architectural interest. The painting on the wall by David Embry depicts the visit of Benjamin Franklin, one of the stalwarts of the American Declaration of Independence, who in 1774 is believed to have visited the Meeting House with his friend Joseph Priestley, the celebrated Unitarian minister and scientist who discovered the existence of oxygen as a constituent of the air. (Priestley was later obliged to flee to America because of his radical views.) If you get near enough to the painting you can read what is written on the hymn-book in the picture. The famous visit is commemorated by a plaque on the front of the church donated by the Tenterden Trust.
“I feel as though they are chasing us in a direction they predetermined.”
“I realized that when we fled. There are more goblins and a few orcs in the woods around us.”
“So we are being driven. I guess I should not have threw my twin blades. That was foolish.”
“It matters not Oakton. Our fate have been determined already. And I would assume we will find it shortly…”
Springing the trap… Day 3808 Y11D156
The moose who galloped past us. Shyla warned me with a very wide-eyed look as the moose barreled behind me, due to a group of dogs who appeared with their human right after the moose went by.
塵囂，不斷地的充斥耳邊大肆喧嘩。
世俗，安置於人群之中的彩排戲碼，日復一日的上演。
城裡城外，即始逃離，
打從此刻的這一秒起。
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