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The Registan, heart of ancient Samarkand. The ensemble of three madrasas is considered a unique example of the art of urban construction + architectural design.
The medreses not only served as academic teaching centres, but also as the most important mosques for a long time.
The Convent of Saint George was a Benedictine convent located in the Prague Castle in the Czech Republic. Founded in 973, the convent was next to the seat of ecclesiastical and state power in Bohemia and occasionally the entire Holy Roman Empire, and played an important historical role. Although no longer active, the convent's building and the attached Basilica dedicated to Saint George still exist; the building now houses the Czech National Gallery's collection of 19th century Bohemian art.
to be left to the politicians :-)
Chester Bowles
HBW!! Climate Change Matters! Resist the Orange Clown Prince!!
echinacea, coneflower, 'Sombrero Adobe Orange', j c raulston arboreum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
Heidi thinks it’s important to train your humans. Once you know how it‘s done it‘s fairly easy she says. You just need to let them know who‘s the boss and find out how to push their buttons. So if you think your human is lazy and the floors need cleaning, just pee on all your paws while in the litter box and then go tour the whole place. You’ll be surprised how fast your servants jump from their couch and start a thorough house cleaning.
Have a happy weekend everyone! I‘ll be doing some cleaning, I guess 😂
With a population of 2.5 million, Osaka is Japan's third largest and second most important city. It has been the economic powerhouse of the Kansai region for many centuries.
Soller — The #Mallorca Series. Two weeks on the island with beautiful light, and architecture, wonderful nature and interesting people-Tourists as Inhabitants. Some Scenes need colors, some need black and white. 😊
It doesn't matter who you are,
man, woman,
old or child,
worker or farmer,
soldier, student or merchant;
it doesn't matter what your political beliefs are
or the religious one
if they ask you what the thing is
most important for humanity,
Answers
Before
After
Always:
Peace!
Non importa chi tu sia,
uomo, donna,
vecchio o fanciullo,
operaio o contadino,
soldato, studente o commerciante;
non importa quale sia il tuo credo politico
o quello religioso
se ti chiedono qual è la cosa
più importante per l’umanità,
rispondi
prima
dopo
sempre:
La pace!
Li Tien Min
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Mameda Town and its surroundings, which developed as a townspeople's land during the Tenryo period, retained a lot of land division at the time of residence, and traditional buildings remain well as a group, so the range of about 10.7 hectares was selected as a national important preservation district for groups of traditional buildings on December 10, 2004.
Market Street is an important thoroughfare in San Francisco, California. It begins at The Embarcadero in front of the Ferry Building at the northeastern edge of the city and runs southwest through downtown, passing the Civic Center and the Castro District, to the intersection with Corbett Avenue in the Twin Peaks neighborhood. Beyond this point, the roadway continues as Portola Drive into the southwestern quadrant of San Francisco. Portola Drive extends south to the intersection of St. Francis Boulevard and Sloat Boulevard, where it continues as Junipero Serra Boulevard.
Market Street is the boundary of two street grids. Streets on its southeast side are parallel or perpendicular to Market Street, while those on the northwest are nine degrees off from the cardinal directions.
Market Street is a major transit artery for the city of San Francisco, and has carried in turn horse-drawn streetcars, cable cars, electric streetcars, electric trolleybuses, and diesel buses. Today Muni's buses, trolleybuses, and heritage streetcars (on the F Market line) share the street, while below the street the two-level Market Street Subway carries Muni Metro and BART. While cable cars no longer operate on Market Street, the surviving cable car lines terminate to the side of the street at its intersections with California Street and Powell Street.
Construction
Market Street cuts across the city for three miles (5 km) from the waterfront to the hills of Twin Peaks. It was laid out originally by Jasper O'Farrell, a 26-year old trained civil engineer who emigrated to Yerba Buena, as the town was then known. The town was renamed San Francisco in 1847 after it was captured by Americans during the Mexican-American War. O'Farrell first repaired the original layout of the settlement around Portsmouth Square and then established Market Street as the widest street in town, 120 feet between property lines. (Van Ness now beats it with 125 feet.) It was described at the time as an arrow aimed straight at "Los Pechos de la Chola" (the Breasts of the Maiden), now called Twin Peaks. Writing in Forgotten Pioneers.
A fresh start (:
First most important, i want to apologize to everybody i may have let down, let wait or anything related to my absence.
A lot has happened in my life, good and bad, either way, it was busy!
I am a volunteer for shelters and take dogs into my home to find them a happy family, but i must train them etc, which is super fun but takes some time! :D
Then there is sl, well, i am not very social in game, i have amazing friends in real life, and sure i met awesome people in sl also, however, certain people think it is alright to say bad things about you. Or screw you over. Well, i will not let my guard down anymore!
It is hard to let people close, they make it even harder, if they lie.
I mean there is already so much bs going on in the world. Can we have and keep online as a safe space. Stop the gossip, stop the lying. Lets not go evil just because you are hiding behind screen.
Rant rant rant :p
Anyway i needed a break from all this. Now i am happy and refreshed! And ready for a new start. With this new beginning i wanted a new name.
Mori.
Hope ya`ll dig it!
With love,
Nalena. ♥
Even I have to be reminded of this sort of fact from time to time. Especially when depression takes hold and refuses to let go.
Someone out there, has, to feel better that I exist.
The forest edge fulfills an important role as a boundary. It serves as the interface between an open landscape—cultivated meadows, fields, or open land—and the mysterious, sometimes impenetrable thicket. The first row of trees plays a crucial role. Often shaped by wind, weather, rain, or struck by lightning, these character trees provide photographers with opportunities to highlight their unique features, often in contrast to their surroundings. In this particular shot, I am especially drawn to the deeply grooved bark of the mighty pine, which stands out as a distinctive element in the landscape.
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The color version of the photo above is here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ticino-best-photos-of-southern-...
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
So far there's only been one photo in my gallery that hasn't been taken in my garden ('The Flame Rider', captured in the Maggia Valley: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/53563448847/in/datepo... ) - which makes the image above the second time I've "strayed from the path" (although not very far, since the photo was taken only approximately 500 meters from my house).
Overall, I'll stick to my "only-garden rule", but every once in a while I'll show you a little bit of the landscape around my village, because I think it will give you a better sense of just how fascinating this region is, and also of its history.
The title I chose for the photo may seem cheesy, and it's certainly not very original, but I couldn't think of another one, because it's an honest reflection of what I felt when I took it: a profound sense of peace - although if you make it to the end of this text you'll realize my relationship with that word is a bit more complicated.
I got up early that day; it was a beautiful spring morning, and there was still a bit of mist in the valley below my village which I hoped would make for a few nice mood shots, so I quickly grabbed my camera and went down there before the rising sun could dissolve the magical layer on the scenery.
Most human activity hadn't started yet, and I was engulfed in the sounds of the forest as I was walking the narrow trail along the horse pasture; it seemed every little creature around me wanted to make its presence known to potential mates (or rivals) in a myriad of sounds and voices and noises (in case you're interested, here's a taste of what I usually wake up to in spring, but you best use headphones: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfoCTqdAVCE )
Strolling through such an idyllic landscape next to grazing horses and surrounded by birdsong and beautiful trees, I guess it's kind of obvious one would feel the way I described above and choose the title I did, but as I looked at the old stone buildings - the cattle shelter you can see in the foreground and the stable further up ahead on the right - I also realized how fortunate I was.
It's hard to imagine now, because Switzerland is one of the wealthiest countries in the world today, but the men and women who had carried these stones and constructed the walls of these buildings were among the poorest in Europe. The hardships the people in some of the remote and little developed valleys in Ticino endured only a few generations ago are unimaginable to most folks living in my country today.
It wasn't uncommon that people had to sell their own kids as child slaves - the girls had to work in factories or in rice fields, the boys as "living chimney brushes" in northern Italy - just because there wasn't enough food to support the whole family through the harsh Ticino winters.
If you wonder why contemporary Swiss historians speak of "slaves" as opposed to child laborers, it's because that's what many of them actually were: auctioned off for a negotiable prize at the local market, once sold, these kids were not payed and in many cases not even fed by their masters (they had to beg for food in the streets or steal it).
Translated from German Wikipedia: ...The Piazza grande in Locarno, where the Locarno Film Festival is held today, was one of the places where orphans, foundlings and children from poor families were auctioned off. The boys were sold as chimney sweeps, the girls ended up in the textile industry, in tobacco processing in Brissago or in the rice fields of Novara, which was also extremely hard work: the girls had to stand bent over in the water for twelve to fourteen hours in all weathers. The last verse of the Italian folk song 'Amore mio non piangere' reads: “Mamma, papà, non piangere, se sono consumata, è stata la risaia che mi ha rovinata” (Mom, dad, don't cry when I'm used up, it was the rice field that destroyed me.)... de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaminfegerkinder
The conditions for the chimney sweeps - usually boys between the age of 8 and 12 (or younger, because they had to be small enough to be able to crawl into the chimneys) - were so catastrophic that many of them didn't survive; they died of starvation, cold or soot in their lungs - as well as of work-related accidents like breaking their necks when they fell, or suffocatig if they got stuck in inside a chimney. This practice of "child slavery" went on as late as the 1950s (there's a very short article in English on the topic here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spazzacamini and a more in depth account for German speakers in this brief clip: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gda8vZp_zsc ).
Now I don't know if the people who built the old stone houses along my path had to sell any of their kids, but looking at the remnants of their (not so distant) era I felt an immense sense of gratitude that I was born at a time of prosperity - and peace - in my region, my country and my home. Because none of it was my doing: it was simple luck that decided when and where I came into this world.
It also made me think of my own family. Both of my grandparents on my father's side grew up in Ticino (they were both born in 1900), but while they eventually left Switzerland's poorest region to live in its richest, the Kanton of Zurich, my grandfather's parents relocated to northern Italy in the 1920s and unfortunately were still there when WWII broke out.
They lost everything during the war, and it was their youngest daughter - whom I only knew as "Zia" which means "aunt" in Italian - who earned a little money to support herself and my great-grandparents by giving piano lessons to high-ranking Nazi officers and their kids (this was towards the end of the war when German forces had occupied Italy).
I never knew that about her; Zia only very rarely spoke of the war, but one time when I visited her when she was already over a 100 years old (she died at close to 104), I asked her how they had managed to survive, and she told me that she went to the local prefecture nearly every day to teach piano. "And on the way there would be the dangling ones" she said, with a shudder.
I didn't get what she meant, so she explained. Visiting the city center where the high ranking military resided meant she had to walk underneath the executed men and women who were hanging from the lantern posts along the road (these executions - often of civilians - were the Germans' retaliations for attacks by the Italian partisans).
I never forgot her words - nor could I shake the look on her face as she re-lived this memory. And I still can't grasp it; my house in Ticino is only 60 meters from the Italian border, and the idea that there was a brutal war going on three houses down the road from where I live now in Zia's lifetime strikes me as completely surreal.
So, back to my title for the photo above. "Peace". It's such a simple, short word, isn't it? And we use it - or its cousin "peaceful" - quite often when we mean nice and quiet or stress-free. But if I'm honest I don't think I know what it means. My grandaunt Zia did, but I can't know. And I honestly hope I never will.
I'm sorry I led you down such a dark road; I usually intend to make people smile with the anecdotes that go with my photos, but this one demanded a different approach (I guess with this latest image I've strayed from the path in more than one sense, and I hope you'll forgive me).
Ticino today is the region with the second highest average life expectancy in Europe (85.2 years), and "The Human Development Index" of 0.961 in 2021 was one of the highest found anywhere in the world, and northern Italy isn't far behind. But my neighbors, many of whom are now in their 90s, remember well it wasn't always so.
That a region so poor it must have felt like purgatory to many of its inhabitants could turn into something as close to paradise on Earth as I can imagine in a person's lifetime should make us all very hopeful. But, and this is the sad part, it also works the other way 'round. And I believe we'd do well to remember that, too.
To all of you - with my usual tardiness but from the bottom of my heart - a happy, healthy, hopeful 2025 and beyond.
67 boulevard Saint Germain, 75005 Paris, France
Two main Albums are located on the crossing of boulevard Saint Germain and boulevard Saint Jacques. Who's already around Latin Quarter and fountain St-Michel, will find them easily. One of them - Album Comics - sells American stuff, all the new Marvel, DC, Dark Horse and indie books, but also the most important French releases. Shop's windows are covered with statues, busts and vinyl toys. There's also very good artbook section, with all the making-of movie books, sketchbooks, artist artbooks and US and Asian picture books. Artbooks in general tend to be heavy and imported ones are not cheap, so it's possibly the best idea just to browse and remember all the cool stuff. And then to go home and get them from the net, without the need to drag them around the airports and planes. (From the shop's viewpoint it's not a nice thing to say, I know
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L'importante, non e' quello che trovi alla fine della corsa........
L'importante e' quello che trovi mentre corri
The important thing is not what you find at the end of the race ........
The important thing is what you find while running
Important
"It's important to keep your feelings and your self-worth in different places because when feelings get hurt it shouldn't change how you view yourself." - Kaci Diane
.... and no, you can't have any of my fries.
Újezd is an important traffic junction as it serves both automotive and tramway traffic. Here you will also find the funicular to the famous Petřín Hill and many cool pubs and bars that are worth a visit. More importantly, there is a memorial to the victims of Communism located at the base of Petřín Hill - it is a rather disturbing series of statues dedicated to the victims of the Communist era between 1948-1989.
Anaklia (Georgian: ანაკლია) is a town and seaside resort in western Georgia. It is located in the Samegrelo-Zemo Svaneti region, at the place where the Enguri River flows into the Black Sea.
The earliest settlement on Anaklia's territory dates back to the mid-Bronze Age and is typical to the Colchian culture. It is the Classical Heraclea of Colchis, Anaclia of later authors, and Anarghia of Archangelo Lamberti and Jean Chardin (both the 17th-century travelers). After the fragmentation of the Kingdom of Georgia in the 15th century, it was an important fortified town, sea port and fishing station within the Principality of Mingrelia. In 1723, the town was captured by the Ottoman Empire and converted into its maritime outpost and slave-trading locale. Western Georgian kingdom of Imereti regained control over Anaklia in 1770, seizing the opportunity of Ottoman Empire being at war with Russia (Russo-Turkish War (1768–1774)). Solomon I, the king of Imereti, was supposed to be supported in this endeavor by a small Russian contingent under General Totleben, but the Russian troops retreated before a clash against the Turks.
In 1802, Kelesh-Bey Sharvashidze, the pro-Turkish ruler of the neighboring Principality of Abkhazia, capitalized on the internecine feuds in Mingrelia, and forced Prince Grigol Dadiani of Mingrelia into surrendering Anaklia, taking Grigol’s son and heir, Levan, as a hostage. When Mingrelia accepted the Russian protectorate in 1803, the Russian commander in Georgia, Prince Tsitsianov, demanded that Kelesh-Bey release Levan. On his refusal, Tsitsianov sent Major General Ion Rykgof into Abkhazia. In March 1805, the Russians took hold of Anaklia and threatened to march against Sukhum-Kaleh, forcing the Abkhazian prince to release Dadiani. The capture of Anaklia drew an Ottoman protest, however, and Tsitsianov hastened to disavow his subordinate and even apologize for his action, removing a Russian garrison from Anaklia. However, the incident added to an increasing tension between the two empires. When the next Russo-Turkish War broke out in 1806, the Russian forces restored Redoubt Kali and Anaklia to the Mingrelian prince Levan who would later relinquish the control of these forts to the Russian administration. (See Russian conquest of the Caucasus#Black Sea Coast.) In the 1850s, Anaklia was a small but strongly fortified seaport, which had a custom-house and carried on a considerable trade with Turkey.
Subsequently, the importance of the Anaklia port significantly reduced, but it remained a minor Black Sea Fleet base in the Soviet times.
After the War in Abkhazia (1992–93), a Russian peacekeeping post was opened at Anaklia in 1994. In 2006, the Ministry of Defense of Georgia reported numerous damages inflicted by the Russian soldiers upon the 17th-century fortress of Anaklia and accused the peacekeepers of installing latrines and baths within the walls of the fort. Following a series of protests by the Georgians, the Russian military post was withdrawn in July 2007.
A monument has been erected in Anaklia on May 21, 2012, commemorating Russia's expulsion of the Circassian people from the region following the conclusion of the Caucasian War in the 1860s. The May 21 date was chosen to coincide with the day on which the Circassian people themselves commemorate the expulsion, which the Georgian government has recognized as an act of genocide. The monument was designed by Khusen Kochesokov, a sculptor from the North Caucasus region of Kabardino-Balkaria.
Pyrmont Bridge is an important historic and architectural landmark in Sydney, recognized for its innovative engineering and contribution to the city's transport infrastructure. Today, the bridge is used primarily by pedestrians and cyclists, providing a scenic route across Darling Harbour and easy access from the suburb of Pyrmont to the central city.
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Saint Louis des Invalides– Eglise du dôme - Paris 7°
Mille mercis à mon adorable ami Guyscoop qui a gentiment et magnifiquement post-traité ma petite photo. On forme une association fructueuse, Guy, tu ne trouves pas ? ;-))
J’essaie de répondre à tous les commentaires que j’ai reçus depuis deux mois et de visiter les streams de mes amis. Ca va prendre « un peu » (lol) de temps et j’espère que vous comprendrez :-)
Thousands of thanks to my sweet friend Guyscoop who kindly and greatly processed my little shot. We have a very fruitful partnership Guy, don’t you think so ;-))
I’m now trying to answer all the comments I received since two months, and to visit my friends streams. It will take a “little” (lol) time and I hope you’ll understand :-)
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In 1862, silver and gold were discovered in the southern Baja California Sur mountains, leading miners from Mexico and the United States to rush to settle in El Triunfo in a gold rush.[4] Many of the miners had participated in the 1849 California gold rush.[4] In 1878, the mine was taken over by the British El Progreso Mining Company and became more successful. Once the largest city in Baja California Sur, it was home to more than 10,000 miners.[2] In its heyday the town was a cultural center, where Francisca Mendoza taught and performed.[5] El Triunfo was the first town in the region to install electricity and telephones.[6] Pianos and other instruments were brought to El Triunfo from around the world and a piano museum still exists.[7] When mines shut down in 1926, most of the townspeople left to look for work elsewhere.[2] The 2010 census reported a population of 327 inhabitants.[1] El Triunfo is one of the best preserved 19th and 20th century mining communities in North America and remains an important site for archaeological research.[8 - Wikipedia
Although Cley-next-the-Sea was once an important medieval port, the North Norfolk coast has silted up to form marshland, and the sea is now a little distance away. The iconic windmill dates from the early 1800s and is a five storey tower mill with a stage at second floor level, twenty feet above ground. It has a dome shaped cap with a gallery which was winded by an eight-bladed fantail, ten feet six inches in diameter. The cap is now fixed and unable to turn to wind. There are four double Patent sails with a span of 70 feet, carried on stocks 56 feet long. The inner pair have eight bays of three shutters and the outer pair have nine bays of two shutters and one of three shutters. In 1819 the sails powered two pairs of French burr millstones, a flour mill and jumper but by 1876 this had been increased to 3 pairs of stones and a smut machine had been added.
The windmill was only in operation for around a hundred years, and as long ago as 1921 it was sold to become a holiday home. In the East Coast floods of 1953 it was flooded to a depth of eight feet. In 1983 the mill and its complex was turned into a guesthouse with self-catering units. It also has various visitor facilities.
One of the most important Baroque pilgrimage churches in Germany is the Basilica of the Vierzehnheiligen in Bad Staffelstein, Upper Franconia.
Construction of the church began in 1743, but wasn't completed until 1772.
The planning process until construction could finally begin was confusing and complicated.
The origins of the pilgrimage lie in the Middle Ages: in 1445, the shepherd of the monastery (Langheim Monastery) saw a crying child in a field, which disappeared as he approached. This child appeared to the shepherd three times, and on July 2, 1446, he and a woman witnessed two burning candles descending from heaven at this spot. Shortly thereafter, a miraculous healing occurred at exactly the same spot. The miraculous healing was then recognized by the nearby Langheim Monastery (this monastery no longer exists). A pilgrimage quickly gained momentum, and the first church was built. A pilgrimage brings in revenue, and, as so often happens, a dispute erupts over this revenue. The dispute was between Langheim Monastery and Staffelstein, which was the responsible parish. An arbitration court ruled that the church and the offerings should remain in Langheim, but that a third of the revenue must be paid to the Bishop of Bamberg. In return, the bishop must bear a share of the construction costs, provided he knows the plans and agrees. In other words, no construction can take place without the bishop's consent.
In 1693, the Bishop of Bamberg demanded the third of the pilgrimage revenue he was entitled to from Langheim Monastery. The abbot countered by reminding the bishop that the diocese had long since failed to fulfill its proportional construction obligations, and he presented the bishop with an expert opinion on the necessity of a new building. The dispute fizzled out; the diocese was not expected to pay.
The planning confusion began. The protagonists were the Abbot of Langheim, Stephan Mösinger, and Bishop Friedrich Carl von Schönborn. They now negotiate who will pay what. The bishop succeeds in getting Langheim Abbey to bear the costs alone, but in return the pilgrimage fees are reduced. However, the building plans still have to be signed off by the bishop.
Since his abbey now has to bear the costs, the abbot wants to keep them as low as possible. He commissions the Weimar court architect Gottfried Heinrich Krohne to redesign the church. Krohne, himself a Protestant, has no sympathy for a rural pilgrimage. This is reflected in his plans. The bishop rejects Krohne's plans. The plans for the pilgrimage church are abandoned. The abbot turns to the redesign and construction of the monastery church. He hires Balthasar Neumann for this task. His plans for the new monastery church overshadow all other Baroque church plans. The project is abandoned, and the abbot has to turn his attention back to Vierzehnheiligen. In the meantime, the bishop has commissioned his court architect, Jakob Michael Küchel, to design the pilgrimage church. However, the bishop rejects these plans, deeming them too expensive. At the same time, the abbot commissioned Balthasar Neumann to draw up plans. These plans were approved, but secretly the abbot wanted to forgo the brick vaults for cost reasons. The abbot's master builder Krohne was to begin construction based on Neumann's plans, but as a cost-effective version. On April 23, 1743, the foundation stone was laid, and by December the walls in the choir and transept area were three meters high. Becoming suspicious, the bishop sent Balthasar Neumann and Küchel to Vierzehnheiligen for an inspection. Neumann was shocked; Krohne deviated significantly from Neumann's plans, surely on the abbot's instructions. The bishop blamed Krohne solely, and the abbot dismissed the master builder. Bamberg now took control, and the road was clear for Neumann. And Neumann now showed why he was one of the leading Baroque architects; he was at his best. In 1744, he presented his plans for the new building, incorporating the walls that had already been built. He completely redesigned the building, with the vault being the greatest challenge. Neumann died in 1753 and did not live to see its completion. His master mason, Thomas Nissler, continued the work in Neumann's spirit. The church was consecrated in 1772.
What would Vierzehnheiligen be without its fantastic stucco decorations and frescoes (unfortunately, since a fire caused by lightning in 1835, water damage because the temporary roof was built too late, and whitewashing in the late 19th century, the frescoes have suffered greatly today).
Johann Michael Feichtmayr and his workshop, together with Johann Georg Üblhör, all masters of their craft, were responsible for the magnificent stucco and the freestanding altar of grace. Feichtmayr also designed the high altar.
В то утро мы специально встали пораньше, чтобы успеть добраться до мыса и встретить рассвет. Никто не знал как близко мы сможем подъехать на машине и сколько нам останется идти пешком. В это время года все дороги заносит приличным слоем снега, и они становятся непроходимыми для автомобилей. Согревшись в машине, я погрузился в дрему. Ямы и прочие дорожные неровности были, вероятно, слишком ничтожными, чтобы стряхнуть ее полностью. Звук закрывшейся двери разбудил меня, и выйдя из машины я оказался на морозе в дубовом лесу по колено в снегу. В свете фар было видно, что машинам было непросто сюда заехать, а также, что впереди нас ждало такое же непростое восхождение пешком. Мы поднимались в гору сквозь дубовый лес. Звук хрустящего снега сменялся звуками шелеста прошлогодних листьев, но неизменными были звуки нашего сопения и кряхтения. Когда перед нами открылся вид на мыс, ощущение реальности куда-то делось. Мне совсем не верилось, что я здесь — стою на краю мира и смотрю на бескрайнее Японское море, где с шумом и рокотом разбиваются в пену волны-громадины. В какой-то момент просто начинает кружиться голова. Творческие души путешественников не выдержали. Все побросали рюкзаки, расставили штативы и точно стайка сурикатов выстроились в одном направлении в попытках поймать идеальный кадр. Я не спешил, наслаждаясь видом и попивая горячий чай с печеньками. Нужно было решить важный вопрос: остаться здесь наверху или спуститься на берег, усеянный пятнистыми и полосатыми камнями, под стать местным представителя фауны. Но внезапно порозовевший горизонт сделал выбор за меня. Начинался рассвет и во мне пробуждалась творческая душа…
That morning we got up early on purpose to get to the cape in time to watch the sunrise. No one knew how close we could get by car and how long we would have to walk. At this time of year, all roads are covered with a decent layer of snow, and they become impassable for cars. Having warmed up in the car, I fell asleep. The potholes and other road imperfections were probably too minor to shake my slumber off completely. The sound of the door closing woke me up, and when I got out of the car I found myself in the cold, in an oak forest, knee-deep in snow. In the light of the headlights it was clear that it was not easy for cars to get here, and also that an equally difficult ascent on foot lay ahead of us. We climbed up the mountain through an oak forest. The sound of crunching snow was replaced by the sounds of rustling last year's leaves, but the sounds of our sniffing and grunting remained unchanged. When the view of the cape opened before us, the sense of reality disappeared somewhere. I couldn’t believe at all that I was here - standing on the edge of the world and looking at the endless Sea of Japan, where huge waves crashed into foam with noise and roar. At some point you just start to feel dizzy. The creative souls of the travelers could not stand it. Everyone dropped their backpacks, set up their tripods and, like a flock of meerkats, lined up in one direction, trying to catch the perfect shot. I took my time, enjoying the view and drinking hot tea with cookies. An important question had to be resolved: to stay up here or go down to the shore, strewn with spotted and striped stones, matching the local fauna. But the suddenly pink horizon made the choice for me. The dawn was beginning and the creative soul was awakening in me...
The important thing is to strive towards a goal which is not immediately visible.
That goal is not the concern of the mind, but of the spirit.
~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited to all we now know and understand, while imagination embraces the entire world, and all there ever will be to know and understand.
#AlbertEinstein
... because it can make the present moment less difficult to bear. If we believe that tomorrow will be better, we can bear a hardship today.
(Thich Nhat Hanh)
Came across this beautiful flowering bauhinia tree on my daily neighbourhood walk. It's apparently also called Hong Kong orchid tree.
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The city of Cologne has existed for 2000 years and was an important Roman settlement. The Roman grave, discovered in 1843, is located on an important arterial road which is still important today: Due to its equipment, the Roman grave Weiden is one of the most important grave constructions of the Roman period north of the Alps.
ENG: The Victory Column on the Großer Stern in the Großer Tiergarten is one of Germany's most important national monuments and one of Berlin's most important sights. Built between 1864 and 1873 by Heinrich Strack on Königsplatz to commemorate the Wars of Unification, it was moved to its current location between 1938 and 1939 together with the monuments to Bismarck, Roon and Moltke. When it was inaugurated on 2 September 1873, Prussia had also defeated Austria and its German allies in the Austro-Prussian War (1866) and France in the Franco-Prussian War (1870-71), which gave the monument a new purpose. The addition of the 8.3 metre high bronze sculpture of the Roman goddess of victory Victoria, designed by Friedrich Drake, gave the Victory Column its current height of 67 metres. In the Berlin vernacular, she is also known as the "Goldelse".
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GER: Die Siegessäule auf dem Großen Stern im Großen Tiergarten gehört zu den bedeutendsten Nationaldenkmälern Deutschlands und den wichtigsten Sehenswürdigkeiten Berlins. Erbaut 1864 bis 1873 von Heinrich Strack auf dem Königsplatz zur Erinnerung an die Einigungskriege, wurde sie 1938 bis 1939 zusammen mit den Denkmälern Bismarcks, Roons und Moltkes an den heutigen Standort versetzt. Als sie am 2. September 1873 eingeweiht wurde, hatte Preußen auch Österreich und seine deutschen Verbündeten im Österreichisch-Preußischen Krieg (1866) und Frankreich im Deutsch-Französischen Krieg (1870-71) besiegt, was dem Denkmal einen neuen Zweck gab. Das Hinzufügen der 8,3 m hohen Bronzeskulptur der römischen Siegesgöttin Victoria, die von Friedrich Drake entworfen wurde und der Siegessäule ihre heutige Höhe von 67 m verleiht. Im Berliner Volksmund wird sie auch „Goldelse“ genannt.
This Long-billed Curlew was seen busily preening its plumage. Preening is important - you can tell from the length of time a bird spends preening ! Birds preen to keep their feathers in good condition. It smoothes feather surfaces and also repairs small separations in feathers by linking the individual strands in a feather together. Preening also cleans parasites and debris out of the feathers.