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Ancient windmills at the Lasitha plateau, Crete.
There is a whole serie of these mills all in decay.
Years ago there where about 10.000 windmills on the plateau, most of them are in decay, they use electric pumps to pump up the water.
sorting through photos, editing sets, preparing a bunch of stuff for my new blog that I am working on =). I won't say when it's going to be released, because I'm not sure yet, but soon! rachel is stunning as usual <3. taken last fall.
model: rachel boncek
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NGC 6188 is an emission nebula located about 4000 light years away in the constellation Ara. This area is commonly known as the dancing dragons. It is a starforming nebula filled with young stars, some of which are only a few million years old. They were most likely formed when the last batch of stars went supernova in that area.
The data for this image was captured on two nights - 21 June 2015 and 19 July 2015. This is my first serious attempt at mixing luminance and Ha data, and blending it with a traditional RGB data set. The processing turned out to be a little interesting than I initially thought. The Ha data with its strong signal can both flatten and drastically alter the underlying colour data.
My favourite part of the image is found in the lower left portion where the blue reflection nebula is located. I really like how it is mixed with the subtle pinks hues.
Instruments
Telescope: ........... 10" Ritchey-Chrétien (RCOS)
Focal Length: ...... 2300.00 mm
Camera: ................ SBIG STL-11000 Mono
Pixel size: ............. 9.00 um
Resolution: .......... 0.82 arcsec/pix
Mount: .................. Astro-Physics AP-900
Exposures
15 X 900 Ha
16 X 600 Lum
10 X 450 Red
10 X 450 Blue
10 X 450 Green
A Sexy Lamborghini in Dubai which I think I might have "Photoshopped" a bit for my girlfriend who wanted a pink girly car.
(I think it was lime green)
Sat waiting for my flight at Manchester airport and this guy goes rushing by me. I think he might have been late ha
In my defense, I didnt finish the second year and skipped the third year completely, so really I owe the month of September one more SHIP to be fully caught up. Maybe next year...
I saw in the newspaper that we've only had 3.5 hours of sun so far in November. It feels like it's always raining or is cloudy.
The biggest cable bridge in the world waits for the final piece in the jig saw to be put in place.
The new $1.65bn Forth Road bridge near Edinburgh Scotland. It is the longest three-tower, cable-stayed bridge in the world (2017).
Saw this Kestrel with my Niece back in July on the Boardwalk that during the Summer is very busy. The bird seemed weakened and the curiosity of people was certainly causing distress. SEPNA (they are a branch of the Police that protects Nature and helps wild animals).was called to pick it up but there was too much people surrounding it and eventually the bird was able to fly away.All I can hope is that all turned out well for this bird Cheers everyone.
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Portugal - Oeiras
Common Kestrel (Falco Tinnunculus)
Peneireiro Vulgar (Falco Tinnunculus)
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luis.gaspar.fotografia@gmail.com
“In youth, we run into difficulties….in old age difficulties run into us”
(Josh Billings....American Comedian)
Norwegen / Nordland - Helgelandskysten
Ågskardet
Helgeland is the most southerly district in Northern Norway. Generally speaking, Helgeland refers to the part of Nordland county that is located south of the Arctic Circle. It is bordered in the north by the Saltfjellet mountains and Svartisen glacier, which form a natural border with the Salten district. In the south, Helgeland borders Trøndelag county.
The district covers an area of about 18,832 square kilometres (7,271 sq mi), with nearly 79,000 inhabitants. There are four towns in the district: from south to north these are Brønnøysund, Mosjøen, Sandnessjøen, and Mo i Rana.
Name
The Old Norse form of the name was Hálogaland (see Hålogaland).
Geography
Helgeland is commonly divided into three or four sections:
Southern Helgeland (actually southwest), which consists of the municipalities Bindal, Sømna, Brønnøy, Vega and Vevelstad.
Central Helgeland, which is sometimes further divided into the regions:
Inner Helgeland, which consists of the municipalities Grane, Hattfjelldal and Vefsn.
Outer Helgeland, which consists of the municipalities Leirfjord, Alstahaug, Herøy and Dønna.
Northern Helgeland, which consists of the municipalities Hemnes, Rana, Nesna, Lurøy, Træna and Rødøy.
Helgeland is characterized by pointed mountains and Strandflaten, a shallow lowland area, sometimes just above the sea surface, and sometimes just below the surface. People living on the coast have settled on this lowland (while inland towns, such as Mo and Mosjøen, are situated in valleys). A consequence of the Strandflaten is thousands of islands, and shallow waters going far into the sea. This has provided some shelter from stormy weather, which might occur in winter. Some islands are fairly large, often with unique mountains, such as Torghatten, De syv søstre (The Seven Sisters), Hestmannen, Rødøyløva (in Rødøy), Dønnamannen (picture), and Træna. There are several sea bird colonies, such as Lovund with thousands of puffins. The Solvær Islands (Solværøyene) in Lurøy consists of about 300 small and flat islands and has the highest densities of Eurasian eagle-owls in Europe.
The highest mountains, are located inland, where Oksskolten is the highest mountain in Northern Norway. There are many valleys inland, such as the Dunderland Valley, Vefsndalen, and Hattfjelldal. Røssvatnet is the second largest lake in Norway. There are three large national parks in Helgeland: Saltfjellet–Svartisen National Park (partly), Børgefjell National Park (partly), and Lomsdal–Visten National Park (created in May 2009).
Cultural references
Helgeland is the scene for Henrik Ibsen's 1857 historical play "The Vikings at Helgeland" (Hærmændene paa Helgeland), whose plot takes place at this region during the time of Erik Blood-axe (c. 930–934).
Helgeland Kammerkor, a mixed choir with members from all parts of Helgeland, have recorded an album of folk music from Helgeland (Folketoner fra Helgeland, 2005). The album contains 27 folk tunes from Helgeland, recorded in collaboration with folk musicians from the area. The album was recorded in Alstahaug Church, a 900-year-old stone church located near Sandnessjøen.
(Wikipedia)
Ågskardet is a village in Meløy Municipality in Nordland county, Norway. It is located on the southern side of the Holandsfjorden, about 3.5 kilometres (2.2 mi) north of the village of Tjong (in neighboring Rødøy Municipality). There were 127 inhabitants in 2008.
The village lies along Norwegian County Road 17, with a ferry connection to a port, just west of the village of Halsa. The ferry is the only connection to the rest of Meløy Municipality to the north. The village is situated just north of the border with Rødøy Municipality. The village has its own school, chapel/community centre, and some private companies.
(Wikipedia)
Helgeland (im Mittelalter Hålogaland) ist eine Landschaft im Norden Norwegens, die heute den südlichen Teil des Fylkes Nordland bis zum Saltfjellet umfasst. Die Region hat 78.400 Einwohner und eine Fläche von 17.936 km². Die Region hat ungefähr 15.000 Inseln.
Im Mittelalter bezeichnete Hålogaland das gesamte Territorium nördlich von Trøndelag und war vor der Christianisierung Norwegens ein selbständiges Königreich, das auch den größten Teil von Troms umfasste und sich zeitweilig bis in das von Samen dominierte Gebiet (Finnmark, Schwedisch-Lappland, Nord-Finnland und Nordwest-Russland) erstreckte. Hålogaland nimmt einen hervorragenden Platz in den Sagas ein. Die Göttinnen Þorgerðr Hölgabrúðr und Irpa der Jómsvíkinga saga stammen wahrscheinlich aus Hálogaland und wurden wohl vor allem dort verehrt. Der vermutlich bekannteste Einwohner Hålogalands war der Seefahrer und Kaufmann Ottar, dessen Bericht über seine Heimat einen Platz in Alfreds des Großen Übersetzung der Weltgeschichte des Orosius fand.
Der Name stammt nicht von derselben Wurzel wie heilig, wie es schon Adam von Bremen behauptete, sondern von einer Volksbezeichnung háleygir. In Snorri Sturlusons Jüngerer Edda wird er von einem mythischen König Holgi abgeleitet. Holgi wiederum soll ein Nachfolger von Odins Sohn Sæming (Säming) gewesen sein.
Die jüngere Form des Namens findet sich ab 1380, die ältere besteht weiter in den Namen der Bistümer Sør-Hålogaland (Nordland) und Nord-Hålogaland (Troms und Finnmark) und im Namen des Obergerichtes (Hålogaland lagmannsrett), das für die drei nördlichen Provinzen Nordland, Troms und Finnmark sowie für Spitzbergen zuständig ist.
In Helgeland befand sich bei Bratland und der Insel Aldra ein Sender des Omega-Funknavigationssystems. In der Nähe von Bratland befindet sich auch der Marinesender JXN, der wie einst der Omegasender eine Drahtantenne verwendet, die über einen Fjord gespannt wurde.
(Wikipedia)
Die Barrikade auf dem Michaelerplatz in der Nacht vom 26. auf den 27. Mai 1848
Anton Ziegler
1848
Wien Museum
"The demonstration of the students on March 13, with which they demanded freedom of speech, teaching, and learning, was the starting note for the revolutionary events of 1848. From then on, the “Academic legion”, an armed formation of students, was at the forefront of all revolutionary actions. When the government resolved to dissolve the Legion, the students, supported by workers from the periphery, erected roughly 160 barricades in Vienna’s city centre from 26 to 28 May, with which they forced the government to repeal the decree." sammlung.wienmuseum.at/en/album/a2ciemencqh4v4gpf-barrica...
www.geschichtewiki.wien.gv.at/Mairevolution
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Revolutions_of_1848_in_the_Austrian...
She stood, waiting. The morning chill was fresh in her nostrils and the beat of the waterfall was prominent in her ears. She thought back to the early days when she and her husband had lived happily in this little cottage. She thought of the months they had spent building it, the seasons they had spent sowing seed and harvesting the crops. She remembered the cold winters and the hot summers spent with him, they had been times of peace. But that was before the war came.
Her husband had marched of to do his duty for the kingdom, and she hadn't heard from him since. Four years on, the war having now ended, she waited. Everyday she listened intently for the sound of a horse's hooves to drift along the stone path, for the familiar tune her beloved had always whistled. She was hopeful. She was sure that he would have survived the war - how could he not? He was a strong man. At the end of each day when he had not returned, she kept up her faith, hoping that tomorrow would be the day. "He will come", she told herself. "In time, he will come".
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So, long time no build! I actually started this sometime last year, (early last month :P) but only just got around to finishing it. Hope you enjoy!
Falter bei der Nektaraufnahme. Den Saugrüssel tief in die Blüte eingetaucht. Schwierig zu fotografieren, weil ständig in Bewegung und wenig Licht.
IMG_7402i
Taizō-in (退蔵院?) is the oldest sub-temple (tatchū (塔頭?)) of the Myōshin-ji Rinzai Zen Buddhist temple, situated in the northwest of Kyoto, Japan. It was founded by Zen priest Muinsoin in 1404. The original temple buildings were burned during the Ōnin War (1467-1477), and were later rebuilt.
Taizō-in is well known for its two gardens. The main garden, Motonobu-no-niwa, is a traditional Japanese dry landscape garden (karesansui), containing several angular rocks suggesting the cliffs of the island of Hōrai, with smaller stones suggesting a stream. The planting is mostly evergreen, including camellia, pine, and Japanese umbrella pine. It covers 50 tsubo (170 m²) and was designed to integrate a borrowing of scenery ("shakkei") of a view of Narabigaoka Hill in the distance. It is thought to be the final work of Muromachi painter Kanō Motonobu (狩野 元信), reproducing one of his paintings in three dimensions.
A new pond garden, or yoko-en, was designed by Kinsaku Nakane in 1963-1966. The new garden is large enough for visitors to walk in, and contains azaleas and a stream that cascades along the main axis, directly toward the main viewing position. The stream flows around rocks, gradually widening until it empties into a pool in front of the viewer. (Wikipedia)
Have a great weekend. I have been so busy I haven't had any Flickr time. I went out yesterday with some friends. Just a lovely day, not much for photo shooting so came home and took this shot in my garden.
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Torre Solaria in Milan, the tallest italian residential building.
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Explore: #18
12-05-2015
In this early evening view from E County Rd 37, BNSF C44-9W-4851, SD40-2-7844 & Montana Rail Link SD45-2-304 are leading a W/B DS train on the Panhandle Sub on Curtis Hill.
He stood on the edge of the world, a lone figure suspended between sky and stone. Before him sprawled New Zealand's Southern Alps, their peaks — Poseidon, Sarpedon, Amphion — rising like silent arguments carved from light and ice. The glacier unfurled its pale tongue, an ancient current arrested mid-sentence, its surface rippled with the memory of motion. The air shimmered, crystalline and unrepentant, a cold clarity that cut to the marrow.
Lake Agnes lay below, a still pool, dark and sharp as polished obsidian. It absorbed the landscape without a ripple, the reflection a perfect inversion—mountains upside down, the sky swallowed by earth. The scene was a paradox: immensity caught in a whisper, time paused on the brink of collapse. He felt the grass brittle beneath his boots, the wind threading through the crevices of his jacket—a touch neither warm nor cruel, merely indifferent.
For three days he had wrestled through the entrails of the land. The rainforest had closed around him with a suffocating lushness, roots coiling like serpents beneath the moss. Streams foamed with a glacial bite, the waters quick and thoughtless, bruising his ankles as he waded through. Thorned thickets tore at his skin with the intimacy of old grudges. He climbed slopes slick with rain, his body folded into painful angles, the horizon always receding. When he reached this place, the fog had been thick enough to erase the contours of the world. His tent had trembled in the night winds, the cold seeping in like an unwelcome thought.
But then dawn came, unburdened and lucid. The veil lifted, and the mountains revealed themselves in their raw articulation. They did not posture or proclaim—they simply were, immutable and unscripted. The glacier’s silence was more profound than any roar; the peaks did not loom so much as exist beyond scale.
Here, in this distilled emptiness, the trivial machinery of the world he had fled seemed absurd. The restless striving, the ceaseless revolutions of ambition and vanity—all of it shrank to the size of a pebble lost in a chasm. There was no wheel here to turn, no circuit to complete. Only the landscape, bare and relentless in its honesty.
He filled his lungs, the air sharp enough to taste. It was an act of quiet rebellion, this deliberate witnessing. In that breath, he found not freedom, but a dissolution of need. The lines between man and mountain wavered, softened by the sheer scale of indifference. If he stayed long enough, perhaps he too would become part of this tableau—his form dissolving into lichen and shadow, his presence no more than a pause in the wilderness’s endless thought.
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"La musique est peut-être l'exemple unique de ce qu'aurait pu être - s'il n'y avait pas eu l'invention du langage, la formation des mots, l'analyse des idées - la communication des âmes."
Marcel Proust
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5--AScNEFVU&feature=channel
Bach, In Dulci Jubilo, BWV 608
Cathédrale de la Résurrection (1995)
Saint Corbinien
Architecte: Mario Botta
Evry - Essonne (Sud de Paris)