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flows

freely

quickly

washes over

tenderly

completely

into my viens

delicately

achingly

never

stop

stop

stop

Finally got my new camera, and I love it already! I'm super excited because it had manual video mode, so I think I'm going to make some short films. I just need some ideas hahah:P

And a huuuge happy birthday to Amy! It was yesterday, but whateeevs:D

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Cyclades island Paros 1983

film analogico 35mm

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I'm going home

(Buffy Sainte Marie)

Heaven isn't so far away as people say

I got a home high in my heart

Heaven is right where I come from

I never throw it away

I know the place and I'm going home

I'm going home

I'm going home

See up there it's not the same

They know your name

And I'm not ashamed to need it

I'm going home

I'm going home

You keep on a-knocking

I'm not coming out of this state I'm in

I'm traveling right, I'm gonna get there soon

I'm standing up praying

I'm singing, saying, "Hey-yo, ha-ha, hey-yo, ha, hey-ya"

I know the way and I'm going home

I'm going home

That's where the heart can rest

The best is there

And only a fool would leave it

I'm going home

I been around, I been to town

Hey, where you think I learned right from wrong?

I'm going home

I'm going home

Le paradis n'est pas si loin que les gens le disent

J'ai un foyer au fond de mon coeur

Le paradis est là d'où je viens

Je ne le jette jamais

Je connais l'endroit et je rentre à la maison

Je rentre à la maison

Je rentre à la maison

Tu vois là-haut, c'est pas pareil

Ils connaissent ton nom

Et je n'ai pas honte d'en avoir besoin

Je rentre à la maison

Je rentre à la maison

Tu continues à frapper à la porte

Je ne sortirai pas de cet état dans lequel je suis.

Je voyage à droite, je vais bientôt y arriver.

Je suis debout en train de prier

Je chante, je dis, "Hey-yo, ha-ha, hey-yo, ha, hey-ya"

Je connais le chemin et je rentre à la maison

Je vais à la maison

C'est là que le cœur peut se reposer

Le meilleur est là

Et seul un imbécile voudrait le quitter

Je rentre à la maison

J'ai été dans le coin, j'ai été en ville

Hé, où pensez-vous que j'ai appris le bien et le mal ?

Je rentre à la maison

Je rentre à la maison

“You cannot convince people to love you. This is an absolute rule.

No one will ever give you love because you want it. Real love moves

freely in both directions. Don’t waste your time on anything else.”

The Requiem of the Moon Poetry

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When we go for a little walk

Out on the land

When we're just walkin' and holdin' hands

You can take it as a sign of love

When the winds of fate

Keep blowin' and we both understand

Sign of love

It's a sign of love

Sign of love

Sign of love

When we both have silver hair

And a little less time

But there still are roses on the vine

You can take it as a sign of love

When I look at you

When I'm lookin' at you for a long, long time

It's a sign of love

A sign of love

Sign of love

Sign of love

When I first saw you

You were just a girl

And I was a man

While the music played

I watched you dance

Sign of love

It was a sign of love

Sign of love

Sign of love

Sign of love

(Neil Young - Sign Of Love)

(Neil Young)

lazing on the sofa, ipad on lap, youtube playing freely...

Water, energy, and organics; the three basic ingredients for life. It flows freely all over the Earth and can be found even in our most extreme environments. This uncomplicated recipe is likely abundant in the universe and perhaps someday we will discover a planet with conditions thriving with life.

This is the last image I will share from Costa Rica before we are on our way. For me is a image depicting life for the Macaws in the wild. Until I had seen them flying freely I could not appreciate their incredible beauty with their spread wings. They are truly magnificent and such a thrill to see them flying !!!!!

Wishing you A Blessed Easter !!!!!

Ginza (銀座) es un distrito de abolengo del barrio de Chūō (中央区), en Tokio, Japón. Está localizado al sur de los distritos de Yaesu y Kyobashi; al oeste del distrito de Tsukiji, al este de Yurakucho y Uchisaiwaicho; y al norte de Shinbashi. Es famoso por la concentración de grandes almacenes, boutiques y restaurantes.

Ginza era un territorio pantanoso en la época en que Tokugawa Ieyasu se mudó a Edo. Los comerciantes comenzaron a poblar el área, hasta que en 1612 se construyó una casa de moneda en la zona, la cual le dio su nombre, pues Ginza significa "lugar de la plata".

La urbanización fue destruida por el fuego en 1872, y el arquitecto inglés Thomas Waters fue el encargado de la reconstrucción. La zona se vio entonces poblada con edificios de dos y tres pisos, junto con un paseo comercial en la calle que unía al puente Shinbashi con el puente Kyōbashi. La mayoría de estos edificios ya fueron demolidos para dar paso a construcciones mayores. Sobrevive la tienda departamental Wako, en Chuo-Dori.

A lo largo del siglo XX, Ginza concentró las influencias occidentales más notorias en el país, lo cual se ha visto reforzado por la localización de los centros corporativos de varias compañías transnacionales, como Sony Corporation.

Ginza - Wikipedia, la enciclopedia libre

Ginza / Portal Oficial de Turismo de Tokyo GO TOKYO

Ginza ( 銀座 [ɡindza]) is a district of Chūō, Tokyo, located south of Yaesu and Kyōbashi, west of Tsukiji, east of Yūrakuchō and Uchisaiwaichō, and north of Shinbashi. It is a popular upscale shopping area of Tokyo, with numerous internationally renowned department stores, boutiques, restaurants and coffeehouses located in its vicinity. It is considered to be one of the most expensive, elegant, and luxurious streets in the world.

Ginza was a part of the old Kyobashi ward of Tokyo City, which, together with Nihonbashi and Kanda, formed the core of Shitamachi, the original downtown center of Edo (Tokyo).

Ginza was built upon a former swamp that was filled in during the 16th century. The name Ginza comes after the establishment of a silver-coin mint established there in 1612, during the Edo period.

After a devastating fire in 1872 burned down most of the area, the Meiji government designated the Ginza area as a "model of modernization." The government planned the construction of fireproof brick buildings and larger, better streets connecting Shimbashi Station all the way to the foreign concession in Tsukiji.

Soon after the fire, redevelopment schemes were prepared by Colin Alexander McVean a chief surveyor of the Public Works under direction of Yamao Yozo, but execution designs were provided by the Irish-born engineer Thomas Waters; the Bureau of Construction of the Ministry of Finance was in charge of construction. In the following year, a Western-style shopping promenade on the street from the Shinbashi bridge to the Kyōbashi bridge in the southwestern part of Chūō with two- and three-story Georgian brick buildings was completed.

These "bricktown" buildings were initially offered for sale and later were leased, but the high rent prevented many of them from being permanently occupied. Moreover, the construction was not adapted to the climate, and the bold design contrasted the traditional Japanese notion of home construction. The new Ginza was not popular with visiting foreigners, who were looking for a more Edo-styled city. Isabella Bird visited in 1878 and in 1880 implied that Ginza was less like an Oriental city than like the outskirts of Chicago or Melbourne. Philip Terry, the English writer of tour guides, likened it to Broadway, not in a positive sense.

Nevertheless, the area flourished as a symbol of "civilization and enlightenment" thanks to the presence of newspapers and magazine companies, which helped spread the latest trends of the day. The area was also known for its window displays, an example of modern marketing techniques. Everyone visited so the custom of "killing time in Ginza" developed strongly between the two world wars.

Most of these European-style buildings disappeared, but some older buildings still remain, most famously the Wakō building with the now-iconic Hattori Clock Tower. The building and the clock tower were originally built by Kintarō Hattori, the founder of Seiko.

Its recent history has seen it as a prominent outpost of Western luxury shops. Ginza is a popular destination on weekends, when the main north-south artery is closed to traffic since the 1960s, under governor Ryokichi Minobe.

Many leading fashion houses' flagship stores are located here, in the area with the highest concentration of Western shops in Tokyo. It is one of two locations in Tokyo considered by Chevalier and Mazzalovo to be the best locations for a luxury goods store. Prominent high-end retailers include the American company Carolina Herrera New York, French companies Chanel, Dior, Louis Vuitton and Saint Laurent, Italian company Gucci and Austrian brands Swarovski and Riedel.

Flagship electronic retail stores like the Sony showroom (which closed in 2017 and new building would open in 2022) and the Apple Store are also here (Ginza 2 chome). The electronics company, Ricoh is headquartered in the Ricoh Building in Ginza. The neighborhood is a major shopping district. It is home to Wako department store, which is located in a building dating from 1894. The building has a clock tower. There are many department stores in the area, including Hankyu, Seibu, and Matsuya, in which there are many shops: grocery stores, restaurants, women and men clothes, sportswear, and jewellers etc. There are also art galleries. Kabuki-za is the theater for kabuki, one of Japanese traditional playing, and locates on between Ginza and Tsukiji. The building was opened in 1889 and has been reconstructed several times because of war and fire. The present building was built in 2013.

Each Saturday and Sunday, from 12:00 p.m. until 5:00 p.m., the main street through Ginza is closed off to road traffic, allowing people to walk freely. This is called Hokōsha Tengoku (歩行者天国) or Hokoten for short, literally meaning "pedestrian heaven". There are some people who do street performance such as magic and playing instruments. As a famous photo spot, some cats sleep on signs, where people can put their own cats onto these signs. The location where cats are is different depending on the date.

Ginza - Wikipedia

[This set on the Second Empire house in Oxford contains 5 photos] This is a creative commons image, which you may freely use by linking to this page. Please respect the photographer and his work.

In the South, the Second Empire style never caught on as it did in many other regions of the country. This example in Oxford, North Carolina dates from 1889, as a plaque on the porch indicates; this was towards the end of the Second Empire as a dominant architectural style. This is the Hundley-White House at 208 College Street.

The home stands out for two reasons: it is Second Empire in a small Southern town; and it is pink. The brick house is essentially rectangular with two stories, the second being the slightly concave mansard roof. There appears to be a basement as well. The shingling is an alternation of pentagonal and brick-patterned material (I don’t know if slate is used on this house). No iron crestings are present. The tower, also with concave slope, is centrally placed in the façade, rising from the entrance to its height. Dormers jut from the mansard roof and from the tower; the windows are of a full arch with steeply pitched hoods. The windows on the first level are much taller than those on the roof area. The cornice is not bracketed but consists of a vertical pattern of gray. The four chimneys, all with metal caps, are placed at either side of the dwelling. The porch is supported by 9 posts with a railing of nearly rectangular woodwork in between. A frieze hangs from the roof of the porch. Steps leading to the wood double doors also have railings. A metal fence with brick piles surrounds the house, and between the front two piles is an iron gate with a small wheel or roller for easy opening. On a few of the piles are brass lamps, wired for electricity.

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Greece, Antiparos

Another watercolour sketch that turned up in the studio this week. Crail, again..the same series as my cottage on the headland there, but no water-based crayons this time. very freely painted, on the spot, looking up. Lots of slashing lines with a palette knife. No pencil drawing. It came as it came!

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The beginning of a snow, the 2nd in 5 days in Charlotte Court House, Virginy--taken at my former residence there.

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Near Arrington, Nelson County, Virginia

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These beautiful creatures are a real delight to see flying freely high up in the skies. Sometimes you see them flying alone and other times in flocks . Either way it is awesome and their colors are so vibrant. The great Green Macaw is very beautiful colored with wonderful shades of blue green ,red and yellow. It was hard to say goodbye to them.

Wishing you a great day and a very blessed one !!

Orta San Giulio

Lago d Orta

Piemonte

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Tryin' to Get to Heaven

The air is getting hotter

There's a rumbling in the skies

I've been wading through the high muddy water

With the heat rising in my eyes

Every day your memory grows dimmer

It doesn't haunt me like it did before

I've been walking through the middle of nowhere

Trying to get to heaven before they close the door

When I was in Missouri

They would not let me be

I had to leave there in a hurry

I only saw what they let me see

You broke a heart that loved you

Now you can seal up the book and not write anymore

I've been walking that lonesome valley

Trying to get to heaven before they close the door

People on the platforms

Waiting for the trains

I can hear their hearts a-beatin'

Like pendulums swinging on chains

When you think that you lost everything

You find out you can always lose a little more

I'm just going down the road feeling bad

Trying to get to heaven before they close the door

I'm going down the river

Down to New Orleans

They tell me everything is gonna be all right

But I don't know what "all right" even means

I was riding in a buggy with Miss Mary-Jane

Miss Mary-Jane got a house in Baltimore

I been all around the world, boys

Now I'm trying to get to heaven before they close the door

Gonna sleep down in the parlor

And relive my dreams

I'll close my eyes and I wonder

If everything is as hollow as it seems

Some trains don't pull no gamblers

No midnight ramblers, like they did before

I been to Sugar Town, I shook the sugar down

Now I'm trying to get to heaven before they close the door

(Bob Dylan)

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LORD LUNDY

Who was too Freely Moved to Tears, and thereby

ruined his Political Career.

Lord Lundy from his earliest years

Was far too freely moved to Tears.

For instance if his Mother said,

"Lundy! It's time to go to Bed!"

He bellowed like a Little Turk.

Or if his father Lord Dunquerque

Said "Hi!" in a Commanding Tone,

"Hi, Lundy! Leave the Cat alone!"

Lord Lundy, letting go its tail,

Would raise so terrible a wail

As moved His Grandpapa the Duke

To utter the severe rebuke:

"When I, Sir! was a little Boy,

An Animal was not a Toy!"

His father's Elder Sister, who

Was married to a Parvenoo,

Confided to Her Husband, "Drat!

The Miserable, Peevish Brat!

Why don't they drown the Little Beast?"

Suggestions which, to say the least,

Are not what we expect to hear

From Daughters of an English Peer.

His Grandmamma, His Mother's Mother,

Who had some dignity or other,

The Garter, or no matter what,

I can't remember all the Lot!

Said "Oh! That I were Brisk and Spry

To give him that for which to cry!"

(An empty wish, alas! For she

Was Blind and nearly ninety-three).

The Dear Old Butler thought—but there!

I really neither know nor care

For what the Dear Old Butler thought!

In my opinion, Butlers ought

To know their place, and not to play

The Old Retainer night and day.

I'm getting tired and so are you,

Let's cut the poem into two!

Valentines Night

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So many great subjects in this one little cove, and there are scores of such coves along our south shore.

[There are 11 photos in this set on the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Raleigh, North Carolina.] This is a creative commons image, which you may freely use by linking to this page. Please respect the photographer and his work.

One of the pleasures of sculpture in the round is being able to view it from many angles. I narrowed the photos to ten, more than normal. These are black and white as a consequence of my inexperience. The light just wasn’t right for the bronze; or, if it was, I didn’t know what to do.

This group of bronze figures, dedicated on Memorial Day, May 23, 1987, is located in Capitol Square, North Carolina. This Vietnam Veterans Memorial is called “After the Firefight” and depicts three soldiers, one wounded who is being carried by his buddies to safety. Holding weapons, two soldiers warily move with eyes focused ahead and in the air. The third soldier is cradled by the rear soldier as the front one grasps the cloth of the wounded man’s pants leg. The sculptor Abbe Godwin is from Colfax, North Carolina. She was able to sculpt this with equipment borrowed from veterans; the details of the three figures are quite amazing—canteen, knife, grenade, knife, bandaged leg, shoes, guns. The facial expressions show the intensity of emotions of soldiers in a tense situation.

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Each morning we are born again.

What we do today is what matters most.

Buddah

Every sunrise gives you a new beginning and a new ending. Let this morning be a new beginning to a better relationship and a new ending to the bad memories. Its an opportunity to enjoy life, breathe freely, think and love. Be grateful for this beautiful day.

Norton Juster

We need to be reminded sometimes that a sunrise last but a few minutes. But its beauty can burn in our hearts eternally.

R.A. Salvatore

There's a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they're absolutely free. Don't miss so many of them.

Jo Walton

Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day and an exciting, fruitful and happy new week! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

A view of Matupetty Lake @ Munnar - Kerala, India.

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Nestled inside the hills of Munnar IN Kerala State, India, and very near to the Anamudi peak lies Mattupetty, the hill station at a height of 1,700 m. Mattupetty is located 13 km away from Munnar. Here you can enjoy the greenish valleys and feel the fabulous climate around. The main attraction of Mattupetty is the dam and the lake here.

The dam of Mattupetty is a storage concrete gravity dam. The dam was constructed under the Pallivasal Hydro-electric project in the late 1940s, for the purpose of water conservation and power generation. Now the dam is a vital source of electricity generation in Munnar and also a haven for many wild animals and birds due to its constant water availability.

The most attractive part of Mattupetty dam is its still water which reflects the tea garden around. You can engage yourself with water sport activities like speed boating organized by district Tourism Promotion Council of Idukki (Munnar) and enjoy the pretty natural surroundings of this beautiful dam. Adventure lovers also have options here like trekking in the Shola forest.

In the midst of the hills, surrounded by the tea gardens, Shola forest and hilly woods lays a beautiful lake, just a few miles away from the Mattupetty dam. The serene ambience of the lake will take you to a world of peace. You have endless options – either you can go for boating in the lake or you can sit on the shore enjoying the tranquility here. Tourists can go for a speed boat, pedal boat, motor boat or row boat.

Mattupetty is also known as ‘cattle village’, the name which came from the famous Indo Swiss farm project or Livestock project. The project was launched in the year 1963 as part of the bilateral agreement between India and the Swiss government. You can see hundreds of varieties of high yielding cattle in this farm. The sight of the cattle grazing freely on the hills of the wide farm is a unique experience which any tourist can have ever in his life.

The farm is around three kilometer away from the Mattupetty Dam and is dedicated to cattle development and research centre set up by the Government of Switzerland. At present the project is handled by the Kerala Livestock Development and Milk Marketing Board.

The best time to visit Mattupetty is from the month of August to May and it is very easily accessible from Munnar town.

Acknowledgement: www.munnar.com/mattupetty-munnar.htm#Mattupetty

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The major figure in reviving old enameling techniques in England was Alexander Fisher (1864-1936), who trained as a silversmith until inspired by French artisan Louis Dalpayrat with whom he studied. Fisher was an influential teacher and author on enameling, and his pieces are generally associated with the Arts & Crafts movement. He contributed to the art magazines of the time, such as Studio. He published his book in 1906: The Art of Enamelling upon Metal: with a Short Appendix Concerning Miniature Painting on Enamel; it’s available online at archive.org/details/artofenamellingu00fishuoft

His major work was a series of enameled plaques showing scenes from the operas of Richard Wagner. The plaque with two scenes from Tristan and Isolde dates from 1896 and is made of nickel silver, enamel and opals. An 1898 plaque with three figures is made of enamel and silver. Both are on display at the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts in Richmond

For further information see myweb.tiscali.co.uk/speel/otherart/fisher2.htm and

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My health company, every three months, for three days, sends me to cover a shortage of staff, in the Lipari hospital, (and so do my colleagues), in the little free time I have available, I dedicate myself to my photographic passion.

Lipari is the largest island of the Aeolian Islands (they are located north of Sicily, one hour by hydrofoil from Milazzo); Lipari, under the fascist dictatorship, was the seat of forced confinement for political opponents, it was considered "a Sicilian Alcatraz", among all the islands of confinement, Lipari was most likely the most liveable, both for its considerable size that favored the relations of the confined with the inhabitants, both because, to a greater extent than elsewhere, in Lipari, confined persons were allowed to live in private residences, together with their families or other companions. I found written: "Being on an island that belongs to another island means feeling doubly foreign, tied to the will of the gods and nature, where every certainty can be swept away by the waves of that sea that laps it in every intimate part, but it is a sensation that lasts for a few minutes, the Liparoti (the inhabitants of Lipari, ed) know it well (as all Sicilians know), the Greek concept of Xenia, hospitality, is inherent in them, a written rule, is a duty that provides sanctity and protection for the guest ".

Lipari has a long history as a place of detention. It is the island where the common criminals were initially confined, then with the law of November 6, 1926 (the twenty-year fascist period begins with the seizure of power by fascism and Mussolini, officially occurred on October 31, 1922), Lipari thus became the a place to isolate and confine opponents; the life of the confined began immediately after disembarkation, with lodging in the dormitories of the Castle, under the strict surveillance of the police and the fascist militia, every morning, the confined were subjected to the appeal and they received a daily pay of 10 lire; they could move freely in the town, without however exceeding the demarcation line that surrounded the inhabited center; walking was the main activity, the saddest and most melancholy ones pushed to the limit allowed, to see the ferries arrive from Milazzo, aware that the sea was guarded by motorboats armed with machine guns. A situation that will not prevent Nitti, Rosselli and Lussu from fleeing the island, on a moonless night, between 27 and 28 July 1929.

I made some photo-portraits of people I didn't know, I thank them very much for their sympathy and their availability; I tried to capture the essence of minimal photographic stories, collected walking along the streets of Lipari ... in search of fleeting moments ...I used a particular photographic technique for some photographs at the time of shooting, which in addition to capturing the surrounding space, also "inserted" a temporal dimension, with photos characterized by being moved because the exposure times were deliberately lengthened, they are confused -focused-imprecise-undecided ... the Anglo-Saxon term that encloses this photographic genre with a single word is "blur", these images were thus created during the shooting phase, and not as an effect created subsequently, in retrospect, in the post-production

La mia azienda sanitaria, ogni tre mesi, per tre giorni, mi manda a ricoprire una carenza di organico, nell’ospedale di Lipari, (e così anche i miei colleghi), nel poco tempo libero che mi resta a disposizione, mi dedico alla mia passione fotografica.

Lipari è l’isola più grande delle isole Eolie (si trovano a nord della Sicilia, ad un’ora di aliscafo da Milazzo); Lipari , sotto la dittatura fascista, fu sede di confino coatto per gli oppositori politici, essa era considerata “un’Alcatraz siciliana”, fra tutte le isole di confino, Lipari fu molto probabilmente quella più vivibile, sia per le sue notevoli dimensioni che favorivano i rapporti dei confinati con gli abitanti, sia perché, in misura maggiore che altrove, a Lipari veniva consentito ai confinati di abitare in residenze private, insieme ai propri familiari o ad altri compagni. Ho trovato scritto: “Trovarsi su un Isola che appartiene a un’altra Isola, vuol dire sentirsi doppiamente straniero, legato al volere degli dei e della natura, dove ogni certezza può essere spazzata via dalle onde di quel mare che la lambisce in ogni intima parte, ma è una sensazione che dura solo per qualche minuto, i Liparoti (gli abitanti di lipari, n.d.r.)lo sanno bene (come lo sanno tutti i siciliani), è connaturato in loro il concetto greco della Xenia, l'ospitalità, non è una norma scritta, è un atto dovuto che prevede sacralità e protezione per l’ospite”.

Lipari ha una lunga storia come luogo di detenzione. È l’isola dove all’inizio erano confinati i delinquenti comuni, poi con la legge del 6 novembre 1926 (il ventennio fascista inizia con la presa del potere del fascismo e di Mussolini, ufficialmente avvenuta il 31 ottobre 1922), Lipari divenne così il luogo dove isolare e confinare gli oppositori; la vita del confinato iniziava subito dopo lo sbarco, con l’alloggio nelle camerate del Castello, sotto la rigida sorveglianza della polizia e della milizia fascista, ogni mattina, i confinati erano sottoposti all’appello e alla consegna della "mazzetta", ossia la paga giornaliera di 10 lire; potevano circolare liberamente nel paese, senza però superare la linea di demarcazione che circondava il centro abitato; passeggiare era la principale attività, i più tristi e malinconici si spingevano fino al limite consentito per vedere arrivare i traghetti da Milazzo, consapevoli che il mare era sorvegliato da motoscafi armati di mitragliatrici. Situazione che non impedirà a Nitti, Rosselli e Lussu di fuggire dall’isola, in una notte senza luna, tra il 27 e il 28 luglio del 1929.

Ho realizzato dei foto-ritratti di persone che non conoscevo, le ringrazio veramente tanto per la loro simpatia e la loro disponibilità; ho cercato di cogliere al volo l’essenza di storie fotografiche minime, raccolte camminando per le strade di Lipari... alla ricerca di attimi fugaci s-fuggenti ...

Ho utilizzato per alcune fotografie una tecnica fotografica particolare al momento dello scatto, che oltre a catturare lo spazio circostante, ha "inserito" anche una dimensione temporale, con foto caratterizzate dall’essere mosse poiché volutamente sono stati allungati i tempi di esposizione, sono confuse-sfocate-imprecise-indecise...il termine anglosassone che racchiude con una sola parola questo genere fotografico è "blur", queste immagini sono state così realizzate in fase di scatto, e non come un effetto creato successivamente, a posteriori, in fase di post-produzione.

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Long as I remember the rain been comin' down

Clouds of mystery pourin' confusion on the ground

Good men through the ages tryin' to find the sun

And I wonder, still I wonder, who'll stop the rain?

I went down Virginia, seekin' shelter from the storm

Caught up in the fable, I watched the tower grow

Five Year Plans and New Deals, wrapped in golden chains

And I wonder, still I wonder, who'll stop the rain?

Heard the singers playin', how we cheered for more

The crowd had rushed together, tryin' to keep warm

Still the rain kept pourin', fallin' on my ears

And I wonder, still I wonder, who'll stop the rain?

(John C. Fogerty)

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Because the Night

Patti Smith Group

(Patricia Lee Smith / Bruce Springsteen)

Take me now, baby, here as I am

Pull me close, try and understand

Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe

Love is a banquet on which we feed

Come on now, try and understand

The way I feel when I'm in your hands

Take my hand, come undercover

They can't hurt you now

Can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now

Because the night belongs to lovers

Because the night belongs to lust

Because the night belongs to lovers

Because the night belongs to us

Have I doubt when I'm alone

Love is a ring, the telephone

Love is an angel disguised as lust

Here in our bed until the morning comes

Come on now, try and understand

The way I feel under your command

Take my hand as the sun descends

They can't touch you now

Can't touch you now, can't touch you now

Because the night belongs to lovers

Because the night belongs to lust

Because the night belongs to lovers

Because the night belongs to us

With love we sleep

With doubt the vicious circle

Turns and burns

Without you, oh, I cannot live

Forgive, the yearning burning

I believe it's time, too real to feel

So touch me now, touch me now, touch me now

Because the night belongs to lovers

Because the night belongs to lust

Because the night belongs to lovers

Because the night belongs to us

Because tonight there are two lovers

If we believe in the night we trust

Because the night belongs to lovers

Because the night belongs to lust

Because the night

Belongs to lovers

Because the night

Belongs to us

'Cause we believe tonight we're lovers

'Cause we believe, in the night we trust

Because the night belongs to lovers.

I'm so happy to stroll around freely. Time to go back to the car though.

“How I wish I was like the water,

Flowing so freely with every drop

Let my every emotion wonder,

No need to start, nor even stop

How I wish I was like the fire,

Burning with every flame up

Leaving a trace of hot desire

As a Phoenix raises its' wings up

How I wish I was like the earth,

Raising each flower from the ground

Seeing the beauty of death and birth

And then returning to the ground

How I wish I was like the wind,

Hearing each whisper, sound and thought

A lonesome and wandering little wind,

Shattering all that has been sought

Oh, how I wish I was where you are,

Not separated by empty space, so far

It seems like we're galaxies apart,

But we find hope within our heart

And how I wish I was all of the above,

So I can come below and yet forget,

The beauty of angels which come down like a dove

And demons who love with no regret.”

Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache

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Good news: there was another flight with a window seat

Less of a good news: I won\'t get to see the goodly twins.

Yet again, another lesson in balance, full of treasures, where from an unfortunate moment arose intergalactic synchronicity that has manifested into unforgettable well full of gold.

sbabic911 this time it was me locked in..while the clouds were freely floating around!! I hope I will get a one goodie point.

Yesterday was full of grateful moments!! Thank you for being a part of ti, all your comments and faves and words of support!!

Portraits w/ SAKURA

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My love she speaks like silence

Without ideals or violence

She doesn’t have to say she’s faithful

Yet she’s true, like ice, like fire

People carry roses

Make promises by the hours

My love she laughs like the flowers

Valentines can’t buy her

In the dime stores and bus stations

People talk of situations

Read books, repeat quotations

Draw conclusions on the wall

Some speak of the future

My love she speaks softly

She knows there’s no success like failure

And that failure’s no success at all

The cloak and dagger dangles

Madams light the candles

In ceremonies of the horsemen

Even the pawn must hold a grudge

Statues made of matchsticks

Crumble into one another

My love winks, she does not bother

She knows too much to argue or to judge

The bridge at midnight trembles

The country doctor rambles

Bankers’ nieces seek perfection

Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring

The wind howls like a hammer

The night blows cold and rainy

My love she’s like some raven

At my window with a broken wing

( BOB DYLAN)

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Ivan Plusch was born in 1981 in St. Petersburg and lives and works in Moscow. The artist finds himself on a fine line between the distinct realism of the image and freely flowing abstraction: his canvases are always recognisable by the portrait silhouettes with a technique which he calls “leaking painting”.

From 2003 to 2009, he studied at the St. Petersburg State Academy of Art and Design and, in 2010 and 2013, at the Cité Internationale des Arts, Paris. Having grown up during the fall of the Soviet Union, his art is strongly influenced by the political and social changes that occurred in those years. He reinterprets the art history and tackles the norms of social realism and integrates them into his paintings. Curator Dmitry Ozerkov describes his flowing painting style as “conceptual formalism”: “Any form and any idea behind it are doomed to being wiped out by time […] Pictures capture the moment of the crucial break of the point of assemblage-when the vital idea underlying the form suddenly turns into its opposite.” His works can be found in the collections of The Hermitage State Museum and Russian Museum, St. Petersburg; The Moscow Museum of Modern Art and National Centre for Contemporary Art, Moscow; and the Fondazione La Triennale di Milano. He has had numerous solo shows and participated in group exhibitions at prominent institutions in Russia and abroad including: Parallel program of Manifesta 10 (2014) and the Russian Museum (2011), both St. Petersburg; Museum of Moscow (2014); LOOP Gallery (2008), Seoul; Biennale d’Art Contemporain (2011), Lyon; the 5th Moscow Biennale (2013) and participated in Glasstress Gotika (2015), Fondazione Berengo, Venice. He was a laureate of “Sobaka TOP 50” (2013), St. Petersburg, and was nominated for the STRABAG Art Award International (2014).

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This startling hand shadow caused by a near-by tree is on a wall of a detached kitchen of a Charlotte Court House home—Wynyard, built 1836. The kitchen dates from the same period. The building is in need of repair, evidenced by a wide crack on the other side. Wynyard was the home of the late William Hoffman (died 2009), author of quality fiction.

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At 50 Washington Street in Boydton, Virginia is this late Victorian home. It has a 3-bay porch with a double-door entry complete with sidelights and a segmented transom. The porch roof supports are square posts with panels and brackets at the junction of roof and support. The porch window is arched with the upper portion composed of small panes of colored glass. A small diamond-pane attic window is on the front gable; the two side gables contain lunettes for attic lighting. There are scrolled brackets under the eaves and pairs of brackets under the porch overhang. The house is a very pale blue with red and darker blue trim.

When I first photographed the house, I was unable to get an acceptable frontal view and the color seems very pale compared to this. This house is in the Boydton Historic District. [VDHR ID: 173-5001-0070]

Source: Two Mecklenburg Towns—Architectural and Historical Surveys of Boydton and Clarksville, edited by John G. Zehmer, published by the Virginia Department of Historic resources, copyright 2003

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Near in this instance means within 30 miles of Fort Stockton.. West Texas is very unpopulated, and it's awkward to pin down an exact location.

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Freely running Macaca fascicularis. They did not mind us waking right next to them.

Photo taken in Ubud Monkey Forest in Bali.

The Ubud Monkey Forest is a nature reserve and Hindu temple complex in Ubud, Bali, Indonesia. Its official name is the Sacred Monkey Forest Sanctuary. The Ubud Monkey Forest is a popular tourist attraction.

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Akuaduulza akuaduulza ma de un duulz che nissoen el voe beev

Acqua stràca e acqua sgunfia sciùscia i remuj e i gaamb di fiulìtt...

Lavandèra in soe la riva cul tò ass per pugià giò i genoecc

El savòn e la camìsa, sfrèga i pàgn e′l riflèss di muntàgn

E quest'unda vagabunda l′è una lèngua che bagna i paròll,

Lèngua che rànza e lèngua redùnda, prema l'è timida e poe sbròfa tucc...

Akuaduulza akuaduulza troppa vòlta per fàss carezzà

Acqua ciàra o spurcelènta, tropa vègia per tràss foe i mudaand,

Suta el ventru de ogni barca e sura la cràpa de ogni sàss

Sura el rusàri de ogni memoria... ma sura de te resterà nissoen pàss.

Gnanca el suu che te frusta la schèna o la loena che pucia giò i pee,

Gnanca la spada de ogni tempesta riussirànn a lassàtt un disègn...

Akuaduulza akuaduulza acqua che scàpa e che poe turna indree

Acqua vedru e acqua perla prunta per tucc ma che spècia nissoen

Gh'èmm una fàcia de tartaruuga e gh′èmm una fàcia de pèss in carpiòn

Gh′èmm una fàcia che paar roba tua e urmai te vedum senza vardàtt

Quajvoen l'è scapaa da la spuzza dell′alga e poe l'è turnaa per lavàss i soe màn

Quajvoen l′ha spudaa in soe la tua unda e poe le turnaa cun 'na lacrima in pioe

Akuaduulza akuaduulza quanta acqua impienìss questi oecc

Acqua negra e senza culpa, acqua santa senza resònn

E passa un batèll e passa un invernu e passa una guèra e passen i pèss

Passa el veent che te ròba el mantèll e passa la nèbia che sàra soe i stèll

Pescaduu che te làsset la spunda ne la brèva che càgna i vestii

Rèma i pee soe sta foeja che dùnda cun la canzòn che te voett mai fin

(Davide Bernasconi,

Davide Van de Sfroos)

Acqua dolce, acqua dolce ma di un dolce che nessuno vuol bere

acqua stanca e acqua gonfia succhia i remi e le gambe dei bambini

lavandaia sulla riva col tuo asse per appoggiare le ginocchia

il sapone e la camicia, sfrega i panni e il riflesso delle montagne

e quest'onda vagabonda è una lingua che bagna le parole

lingua che taglia e lingua rotonda prima è timida e poi spruzza tutti

Acqua dolce, acqua dolce troppo alta per farsi accarezzare

acqua chiara o sporca, troppo vecchia per levarsi le mutande

sotto la pancia di ogni barca e sopra le testa di ogni sasso

sopra il rosario di ogni memoria ma su di te non resterà neanche un passo

nemmeno il sole che ti frusta la schiena o la luna che si bagna i piedi

neppure la spada di ogni tempesta riusciranno a lasciarti un disegno

Acqua dolce, acqua dolce acqua che scappa e poi torna indietro

acqua vetro e acqua perla pronta per tutti ma che non aspetta nessuno

abbiamo una faccia da tartaruga e abbiamo una faccia da pesce in carpione

abbiamo una faccia che sembra roba tua e ormai ti vediamo senza guardarti

qualcuno è scappato dalla puzza dell'alga e poi è tornato per lavarsi le mani

qualcuno ha sputato sulla tua onda e poi è tornato con una lacrima in più

Acqua dolce, acqua dolce quanta acqua riempie questi occhi

acqua nera e senza colpa, acqua santa senza ragione

e passa un battello e passa un inverno e passa una guerra e passano i pesci21

passa il vento che ti ruba il mantello e passa la nebbia che chiude le stelle

pescatore che lasci la sponda nella breva che morde i vestiti

rema in piedi su questa foglia che dondola con la canzone che non vuoi mai finire....

Sweet water

Sweet water, sweet water but a sweet that nobody wants to drink

Tired water and swollen water sucks the oars and legs of children2

washerwoman on the shore with your board to rest your knees

the soap and the shirt, rubs the clothes and the reflection of the mountains

and this wandering wave is a tongue that wets the words

Tongue that cuts and round tongue first is shy and then splashes everyone

Fresh water, fresh water too high to be caressed

Clear or dirty water, too old to take off its pants

under the belly of every boat and over the head of every stone

over the rosary of every memory but not a single step will remain on you

not even the sun whipping your back or the moon wetting your feet

not even the sword of every storm will be able to leave you a drawing

Sweet water, sweet water Water that runs away and then comes back

glass water and pearl water ready for everyone but waiting for no one

we have a face like a turtle and we have a face like a fish in carpion

we have a face that looks like you and we see you without looking at you

Someone ran away from the stink of seaweed and then came back to wash his hands

Someone spat on your wave and then came back with an extra tear

Sweet water, sweet water how much water fills these eyes

Black water without fault, holy water without reason

and a boat goes by and a winter goes by and a war goes by and fish go by

the wind that steals your cloak goes by and the fog that closes the stars goes by

fisherman who leaves the bank in the breeze that bites his clothes

paddling on this leaf that swings with the song you never want to end....

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Welcome to my humble abode. I'm sorry that I can't introduce you to the previous owner, a charming young lady who mysteriously disappeared with her little dog Toto in a storm one day. All you girls and boys, big and small, and especially the wicked ones, please enter freely and of your own...will and I'll give you a whirlwind tour of my house. Step carefully, I wouldn't want you to fall through the floorboards into the old cistern under there. Careful now, don't chew on that, little girl ~ it's poison! Step quietly now, we wouldn't want to wake Uncle Einar sleeping in the rafters upstairs!

All of you scary flickr friends frightened me last year on Halloween. Do it again!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! (IF you're wicked!)

Explore #21 on 10/31/09. Thanks for the wonderful comments everyone, and all the Halloween fun! Those screeches just send chills of joy down my spine! ; )

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