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In the backstreets of a Japanese city (the "rojiura"), there are always these labyrinthine alleys. Here, sunlight is sliced into fragments, and both time and noise seem to slow down.
In the foreground, the industrial scaffolding forms the first, raw frame. In the mid-ground, the hanging sign of a theater troupe, "Soten," adds a touch of the theatrical and surreal to this everyday scene.
And at the very end of these layered frames and shadows, in the only brightly lit passage, a cyclist slowly approaches. He is the sole protagonist on this forgotten stage, the warmest note in this backstreet symphony composed of metal, wood, and concrete textures.
Ashen
Wise men say that the dark is older than the light. They say it reaches further and that no matter how swiftly the light travels it finds that all it touches was first in darkness.
The nine realms move among Yggdrasil’s many branches, and the world tree stands upon the darkness, her roots delving into caverns where light will never venture.
But what few know is that there is a forest, and above it stars that are as different from our own as the acorn is from the oak.
Among those stars the Ashen fly. Some say they are the light, but in truth they are of the light, each wing a spectrum spread across the void, brilliance coursing through their veins.
The darkness is old but it is the beat of Ashen wings that first counted time. It was when a single great Ashen flew down to rest upon Yggdrasil’s boughs that the light woke among the realms. Time shed its fetters and drew breath. The tree came into bud, and leaves brought the first colour seen only by the Ashen’s eyes.
Time is its own tide and though the Ashen are immortal theirs is an immortality forged from an infinite cycle between life and death. In time the great Ashen fell from the tree of worlds and lay in splendour, resting upon the plains of darkness in the eternal forest, drawing what few breaths remained to it.
Even then the light was dying but still it remained, and the Ashen’s final three breaths became the three ages of our world.
They say the dark is empty, but it is not so. The Bral dwell in the ancient night and they are legion. Their nature and form offer endless variety. A few as old as the Ashen themselves. A multitude newborn from the blackness.
When the Ashen fell there were some few among the many races of the Bral drawn to the great beast, drawn by the pollution of its blood, both fascinated and repelled.
These scavengers crawled from the utter dark and burrowed amid its feathers. A multitude living and dying. Generation upon generation, breeding and building, all within the space of one breath. The Ashen’s dying light was something they both craved and despised. It ate at them, turning night-flesh to dust and ash and cinders, but it filled them with such power, such possibility. And it changed them.
By the second breath the Bral who dwelled upon the Ashen’s vastness had spawned new forms. Some slithered back into the dark. Some fought and died. One form prevailed. The age of the Listeners had arrived.
Much has been left over from the many previous ages of light.
The Listeners had new senses, suited to their new age. They had eyes to perceive the light and in its name they built great temples, glorifying the brilliance that sustained them.
By the drawing of the final breath the light had died to a glimmer. The Listeners mourned it in labyrinthine dungeons. The Ashen lay as a dead thing, covered with the skins shed by countless Bral as they had twisted into their new existence. The world the Listeners had made upon its failing body stood dim and drifted with ash, its plants and animals dying too.
It was then that the Gefn came, or perhaps returned, swimming from the umbral seas. She forced a final change upon the children of the Bral, taking a Listener as her mate, entwining with his spirit and birthing the first man. Born in the image of the Listeners the first man was smaller, his eyes bigger and more acute, better suited to the greying world. His form he took from his father. From his mother he took his soul. Adaptable, inquisitive, filled with the urge to explore. When the final breath ended there would be an age of darkness where nothing but glimmers remained, echoing through the ashes of their ancestors. In such an age mankind would need their mother’s gifts.
In that dark age the cities of men fell into ruin, proud Lathyrus drowned beneath the ash, a dozen others toppled by war or emptied by pestilence and famine. But Gefn’s children clung on. A remnant, shorn of their history, wandering, scavenging, surviving.
And now, as the Ashen is reborn from the ruins of its own body, it will be mankind who decide the future. Something so small steering the destiny of something so great. A new age has come, the first of many before the Ashen once again takes flight into endless possibility. This is the age of man. And the ages that follow will be their legacy.
Vatnajökull National Park, Iceland
Ice caves come in all shapes and sizes. Many occur in and around glaciers, when meltwater carves out tunnels underneath the ice. The results are incredible – and often dangerous – structures, which stun the senses with their ephemeral beauty. The Vatnajökull National Park on the south coast of Iceland has many subglacial ice caves, the majority of which are cramped and over-touristed. However, if conditions are just right, it is possible to visit a different type of ice cave. When the glacial lakes freeze, giant icebergs become trapped and the wind hollows out labyrinthine mazes of blue ice. Access requires a specialist ice guide and should not be attempted without one, but walking alone through the nostril of a sleeping ice giant is a unique and special experience. With local heroes @thor_photography and Ásmundur Ásmundsson (ice guide / model).
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Route 26 travels up the eastern side of the Pjórsá River until a little past Hrauneyjar when it becomes the F26 or Sprengisandsleið (and things go really wild in the Icelandic Highlands).
Amidst the volcanic desolation, the beautifully constructed R26 has a junction with the F208 with this pic looking south down the F208. The water in the distance is man-made, hydro-electric infrastructure known as the [lake] Hrauneyjalón. I am not 100% certain I have this exactly right as the place is labyrinthine!
Driving off road in Iceland is illegal. Make a note of how many @ssholes have gone off road here - the landscape is incredibly fragile due to de-vegetation from volcanic gas and ash and rarely recovers from the passage of a vehicle.
This is one for the big screen and remember to press "L" :-)
Fuji XT2, XF23/1.4, 1/500th sec at f/8, ISO 100 - 5 frame stitch. I liked the stitch version for what it did to the road and the cloud :-)
the rugged, otherworldly landscape of Goblin Valley dominates the foreground, with its intricate rock formations resembling a gathering of mystical creatures. The valley floor is bathed in a soft, ethereal glow, casting intricate shadows among the labyrinthine sandstone structures. Above, the night sky is adorned with the brilliant tapestry of the Milky Way, its billions of stars creating a celestial spectacle that stretches across the heavens. A sense of awe and wonder perva… See more
The last several days have been very difficult around here. Colorado is being overrun with water. Much of my town has been flooded. While me and my family are safe and dry, the current situation is taking a heavy emotional toll on me. Many of my friends and co-workers have been effected. The constant news alerts and flood warnings don't help either. I've felt very uneasy for four days straight. We had a slight respite yesterday, but right now it's raining again.
I can only hope that things don't get worse and that I can go back to work tomorrow.
On the bright side...I'm getting married in a week!
Rijksmonument Waterloopbos Flevoland is a beautiful and interesting forest in Noordoostpolder of the Netherlands in which the former Waterloopkundig Laboratorium (WL) (1951-1996) was established. Since 2016 this site is a national monument for the period after WOII.
The Waterloopkundig Laboratorium (the official name of the Delft Hydraulics laboratory) was established for hydraulic research in the Netherlands. It had two laboratories at its disposal, viz. the laboratory at Delft and after WWII the laboratory in Noordoostpolder. In the beginning the laboratory in Noordoostpolder was an open-air laboratory. Because of its low-lying situation, water could be guided into and out of small-scale models without pumps. The aim of the studies may either have been a hydraulic design, calibration or improvement of structures or testing of new ideas. The close cooperation between hydraulic structure designers and the researchers of the laboratory allowed the completion of complex infrastructural works like the Deltaworks, as well as large scale international projects.
Through the years, the Waterloopbos has lost its original function. Fortunately, the forest was preserved and is now being managed by Natuurmonumenten (the Dutch Nature Preservation Society). In 2016, the forest was even put on the National Monuments List. The remains of the hydraulic models are still present. Mosses, plants and trees are slowly covering over the sites that were once so valuable. You can hear water flow everywhere and special plants and animals can be found along the river banks. In fall, there are thousands of mushrooms. These elements all serve to give the Waterloopbos its fairytale ambiance.
The famous ‘Delta Flume’ has been transformed. The artists Ronald Rietveld and Erick de Lyon cut huge concrete panels of different widths from the 240 meter long Delta Flume, turning them 90 degrees. The result is a magical experience in a labyrinthine environment. Stand amazed at the way light and dark interact and enjoy the beautiful views of the surrounding nature. Deltawerk// is an ode to the past and the great engineering work that was done here.
= The light that burns twice as bright burns half as long =-
Always cast a wary eye over your shoulder, for in these neon-lit alleys, allies are but shadows waiting for their chance to shift. Loyalties flicker like holograms, ephemeral and unreliable. Trust is a currency traded cautiously, for beneath every handshake lies a veiled agenda, and behind every smile, a concealed blade. In this dance of deception, where every step forward risks a stumble into betrayal, survival demands a vigilance that echoes through the labyrinthine heart of this dystopian metropolis.
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Find yourself in a world like no other, Hera has outdone herself, as always. Leading us, forcing us, invading the tapestry of our mind to allow us to live in a place we could never get to on our own.
Visit the Blade Runner/Brutal City build, Read the stories behind the places and let us know if you found the three different clubs. The hidden gems where our photos are taken.
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Praga es la capital de la República Checa y una de las ciudades más hermosas y populares de Europa. Es espléndida, muy bien conservada con una arquitectura magnífica y un gran número de bonitos edificios antiguos, callejuelas laberínticas y monumentos famosos como el Puente de Carlos, Plaza de la Ciudad Vieja, Castillo de Praga, etc. El estilo renacentista, el gótico, el barroco y el art nouveau, se mezclan en los distintos sectores de la ciudad, logrando un conjunto arquitectónico tan peculiar como único.
Situada a orillas del río Moldava y de nueve colinas. El terreno quebrado hace que Praga resulte un panorama impresionante con un encanto especial. Sus colinas ofrecen muchas vistas magníficas. El río Vltava (Moldava) pasa por Praga a lo largo de 31 km, en su parte más ancha tiene 330 m. Vltava forma también islas y meandros con rincones muy románticos.
Prague is the capital of the Czech Republic and one of the most beautiful and popular cities in Europe. It is well-preserved splendid with magnificent architecture and a large number of beautiful old buildings, labyrinthine streets and famous sights such as Charles Bridge, Old Town Square, Prague Castle, etc... The Renaissance style, the Gothic, the baroque and the art nouveau, they are mixed in the different sectors of the city, achieving an architectural set as peculiar as only one.
Situated on the Vltava river and nine hills. The rugged terrain makes it a breathtaking panorama Prague with a special charm. Its hills offer many splendid views. The river Vltava (Moldau) passes through Prague, over 31 km in its widest part is 330 m. Vltava is also islands and meanders with very romantic corners.
PRAGA - REPÚBLICA CHECA - EUROPA
Varanasi's "Old City", the quarter near the banks of the Ganges, has crowded narrow winding lanes flanked by road-side shops and scores of Hindu temples. As atmospheric as it is confusing, Varanasi's labyrinthine Old City is has a rich culture, attracting many travellers and tourists. The main residential areas of Varanasi (especially for the middle and upper classes) are situated in regions far from the ghats; they are more spacious and less polluted.
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This is yet another light portal/labyrinth thing just to the left of my previous uploads. I have never seen a good shot of this, (probably because everyone goes after the main portal and ignores this) so here it is! No HDR.
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Canon 5D mark II
Canon 24-105L lens @105mm (I had to stand back for a better perspective)
0.6-sec. exposure @F16 (I needed max DOF so I pushed the aperture a bit)
ISO 100
2 inverted ND grad 0.9s (the dark parts just barely over the bright sand)
No polarizer.
RAW file processed with Capture One by Phase One
TIFF file processed with Photoshop cs4
Small Slik Sprint mini II tripod
Manfrotto 322RC2 pistol-grip ball head
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A sea cave near the main portal on Pfeiffer State Beach in Big Sur, California is also a great source of light during the winter at sunset. The sandstone and Tafoni rock formations have been sculpted into twisted formations while the waves have done their work to bore holes into the soft rock. It is as though the light was boring the hole on this evening as the sea mist drifted into the cave.
A few minutes later, the mist reversed direction in a warm offshore breeeze and drifted back into the cave and out to sea. Don't think that you have lots of time to capture a scene with good light and mist even in a seemingly static situation like this. It can disappear in a moment. Without the mist, this is not nearly as interesting!
I took a shot close up with the 17-40 but it was too close and the perspective seemed to be distorted. So I went for the 24-105 and backed up as much as I could @105. The lens was higher in elevation compared to before so I could see more of the light beam over the foreground rocks and the perspective seemed more balanced. However, at 105mm, the DOF is narrow and I had to go to F16 to get everything in focus. Be careful about focus. The last thing you want is to capture a good scene and get back home and realize that parts of it are out of focus! So review your shots right after you take them just to be sure.
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A great weather mashup map of the world with local temperatures, weather and nice popups. See where it is hot and not!
www.wunderground.com/wundermap/
Google Earth
Simply the best way to scout out locations that there is. You can see sun angles and pre-visualize light under lots of different conditions. Sometimes you can actually pre-compose your shots! This has saved me many thousands of vertical feet of climbing by avoiding spots with blocked views etc.
Satellite imagery (choose 'National' for a local US region or use your fave website)
www.wrh.noaa.gov/satellite/?wfo=mtr
Tide charting and preditions: (chose your area in US, other countries have similar websites)
tidesandcurrents.noaa.gov/tide_predictions.shtml?gid=235
Wave Heights (I choose 'North Pacific from Global')
polar.ncep.noaa.gov/waves/main_int.html
Or Here:
www.opc.ncep.noaa.gov/shtml/RP1bw.gif
Photos of every inch of the California coastline from a small plane. Excellent for close in detailed views.
Crevasses filled with snow are the last things to melt out on this glacier in the Boundary Ranges of BC's Coast Mountains, about 90 km north of Stewart in the Unuk River drainage.
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Camera Model: PENTAX K20D; ; Focal length: 18.00 mm; Aperture: 8.0; Exposure time: 1/90 s; ISO: 100
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The Kerala backwaters are a chain of brackish lagoons and lakes lying parallel to the Arabian Sea coast (known as the Malabar Coast) of Kerala state in southern India. The network includes five large lakes linked by canals, both man made and natural, fed by 38 rivers, and extending virtually half the length of Kerala state. The backwaters were formed by the action of waves and shore currents creating low barrier islands across the mouths of the many rivers flowing down from the Western Ghats range.
The Kerala Backwaters are a network of interconnected canals, rivers, lakes and inlets, a labyrinthine system formed by more than 900 km of waterways, and sometimes compared to the American Bayou. In the midst of this landscape there are a number of towns and cities, which serve as the starting and end points of backwater cruises. National Waterway 3 from Kollam to Kottapuram, covers a distance of 205 km and runs almost parallel to the coastline of southern Kerala facilitating both cargo movement and backwater tourism.[5] The important rivers from north to south are the Valapattanam (110 km.), Chaliyar (169 km.), Kadalundipuzha (130 km.), Bharathappuzha (209 km.), Chalakudy (130 km.), Periyar (244 km), Pamba (176 km), Achankovil (128 km.) and Kalladayar (121 km.). Other than these, there are 35 more small rivers and rivulets flowing down from the Ghats. Most of these rivers are navigable up to the midland region, in country crafts.
Vembanad is the largest of the lakes, covering an area of 2033 km². The lake has a large network of canals that meander through the region of Kuttanad.
The backwaters have a unique ecosystem: freshwater from the rivers meets the seawater from the Arabian Sea. A barrage has been built near Thanneermukkom, so salt water from the sea is prevented from entering the deep inside, keeping the fresh water intact. Such fresh water is extensively used for irrigation purposes.
Many unique species of aquatic life including crabs, frogs and mudskippers, water birds such as terns, kingfishers, darters and cormorants, and animals such as otters and turtles live in and alongside the backwaters. Palm trees, pandanus shrubs, various leafy plants, and bushes grow alongside the backwaters, providing a green hue to the surrounding landscape.
Source: From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.
“Beautiful city”: that’s what Gallipoli means, and the town certainly lives up to its name!
Situated on the west, Ionian coast of Puglia’s Salento peninsula, our Gallipoli may not be as famous as its Turkish namesake, site of the disastrous 1st World War battle, but its history is long and varied, its historic centre a delight and the beaches which flank it superb.
The old town centre sits on a tiny island connected to the mainland by a 17th century bridge. It is almost completely surrounded by defensive walls, built mainly in the 14th century.
The east side is dominated by a robust fortress dating back to the 13th century, but largely rebuilt in the 1500s when the town fell under Angevin control.
These fortifications tell us a lot about Gallipoli’s history: thanks to its strategic position, it was frequently under siege. Founded, so legend tells us, by Idomeneo from ancient Crete, the town soon became part of Magna Graecia and remained so until Pyrrhus, presumably following one too many disastrous victories, was defeated by the Romans!
After being sacked by hordes of Vandals and Goths, the Byzantines arrived, rebuilding the town much in the form we recognise today. Normans, Angevins and the Bourbons arrived in successive waves until the Unification of Italy in 1861.
The island heart of Gallipoli is home to numerous impressive Baroque churches and aristocratic palazzi, testament to the town's former wealth as a trading port. A labyrinthine weave of narrow streets all eventually lead to the broader sea-front promenade with its wonderful views.
Dentro del laberíntico zoco de la medina de Marrakech, encontramos con ayuda de un "improvisado" guía este lugar tan pintoresco. Una intensa experiencia ....
Inside the labyrinthine souk of the medina of Marrakech, we find with help of an "improvised" guide this place so picturesque. An intense experience ....
A detail from the low reliefs decorating the labyrinthine Great Temple of Seti I at Abydos, showing the results of recent conservation to remove smoke and grime from this brightly painted scene.
New Kingdom, 19th Dynasty, 13th century BC
A close-up 10:1 Photomicrography image of the beautiful iridescent rainbow reflections of a Bismuth Crystal.
Information quoted from Wikipedia:
"Bismuth is a chemical element that has the symbol Bi. Bismuth is the most naturally diamagnetic of all metals, and only mercury has a lower thermal conductivity. The spiral stair stepped structure of a bismuth crystal is the result of a higher growth rate around the outside edges than on the inside edges. The variations in the thickness of the oxide layer that forms on the surface of the crystal causes different wavelengths of light to interfere upon reflection, thus displaying a rainbow of colors".
Gear:
Nikon CFI Plan 10X Microscope Objective.
Nikkor 105mm f/2.8G ED IF AF-S VR Lens.
Manfrotto 454 Micrometric Positioning Sliding Plate.
Not included: Lots of patience.
Processing:
24 x RAW images Focus Stacked in Photoshop.
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Vatnajökull National Park, Iceland
Ice caves come in all shapes and sizes. Many occur in and around glaciers, when meltwater carves out tunnels underneath the ice. The results are incredible – and often dangerous – structures, which stun the senses with their ephemeral beauty. The Vatnajökull National Park on the south coast of Iceland has many subglacial ice caves, the majority of which are cramped and over-touristed. However, if conditions are just right, it is possible to visit a different type of ice cave. When the glacial lakes freeze, giant icebergs become trapped and the wind hollows out labyrinthine mazes of blue ice. Access requires a specialist ice guide and should not be attempted without one, but walking alone through the nostril of a sleeping ice giant is a unique and special experience. With local heroes @thor_photography and Ásmundur Ásmundsson (ice guide / model).
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A detail from the low reliefs decorating the labyrinthine Great Temple of Seti I at Abydos, showing the results of recent conservation to remove smoke and grime from this brightly painted scene.
New Kingdom, 19th Dynasty, 13th century BC
A detail of the low reliefs decorating the labyrinthine Great Temple of Seti I at Abydos.
New Kingdom, 19th Dynasty, 13th century BC
Touring Cricova Winery, Cricova, Moldova.
Cricova is a Moldovan winery, located in the town with the same name, 15 kilometers (9.3 mi) north of Chisinau. Famous wine cellars make it a popular attraction for tourists.
The wine cellars of Cricova is the second largest wine cellar in Moldova, after Milestii Mici (largest in the world). It boasts a mere 120 kilometers (75 mi) of labyrinthine roadways, versus MM's 200 kilometers (120 mi), tunnels have existed under Cricova since the 15th century, when limestone was dug out to help build Chisinau. They were converted into an underground wine emporium in the 1950s.
Half of the roadways are used for wine storage. The roads are named by the wines they store. This "wine city" has its warehouses, tasting rooms and other facilities underground. It goes down to 100 meters (330 ft) below ground and holds 1.25 million bottles of rare wine. The oldest wine dates back to 1902. The temperature is maintained at about 12 °C (54 °F) all year round (which is perfect for wine). This place is especially famous for hiding Jews in wine barrels during the Nazi invasion of the Soviet Union.
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Hope Inspiring Resplendent Roses & Blossoms At Blessed Home Long Island, New York, Day Before My Birthday 2012 - IMRAN™
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A dozen years ago before I penned these words in 2024, the rose bushes at my blessed home on Long Island, New York, were in full, glorious bloom. It was the early summer of 2012, the day before my 50th birthday.
The tornadoes and droughts of total economic meltdown, brought on by the policies of Republican President George W. Bush which enriched the super-wealthy with one trillion dollars of tax cuts, had wreaked havoc on my life as on millions of ordinary individuals, families, and entire towns. The next few years were spent on surviving, recovering, and rebuilding. Even then it was a rocky road.
By the time 2012 rolled in, after a labyrinthine journey of heart-sinking troughs, fleeting peaks, and unexpected drops into new valleys, life began to hint at a promising change ahead. I had to remind myself that life’s most exquisite blooms often come accompanied by the piercing thorns of reality.
The key is to persistently tend to one’s garden of dreams, rooting it in unshakeable faith, nurturing it with the water of hope, showering it with the rain of love, fortifying it with the grains of gratitude, and ceaselessly illuminating it with the lights of confidence, and perseverance.
No matter the adversities you face, remember, they are but temporary. You possess the strength to surmount them. Never let go of your dreams. Never relinquish your authentic self. Within you lies an indomitable spirit. You are capable of blooming despite the thorns. Are you ready to live the life you dream of?
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Pyrgos Kallistis or simply Pyrgos (Greek: Πύργος Καλλίστης, literally 'Tower') is a picturesque village on the Aegean island of Santorini, Greece, in the Cyclades archipelago with a population of approx. 732 according to the 2001 census. Pyrgos is part of the Municipality of Thira and is situated approximately 7km away from the island's capital Fira. It is built amphitheatrically on a hill that offers magnificent views of Santorini in almost all directions. On top of this hill remain the ruins of a Venetian castle (Kasteli) that was once the island's administrative center. Pyrgos is a typical example of medieval architecture with narrow, labyrinthine streets, fortified walls and hidden passages. Nowadays it is one of the villages of Santorini least spoiled by tourism.
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We spent a week on Santorini during the beginning of May enjoying its picturesque magic quite heavily. One may be surprised that its towns are rather crowded even before the peak tourist season, but it is still a special place for enjoying slow pace of Greek islands life.
Pyrgos is neither that famous nor that visited as Fira or Oia clifftop settlements, which makes it more attractive for those seeking more solitude and quietness - one may stroll through its narrow streets freely without crowds, and thus enjoy the slow pace of the Greek life...
Prior to coming to India, I envisioned tiger photography as capturing these majestic creatures in their natural habitat, ideally with some good light. Little did I anticipate the opportunity to photograph them amidst the labyrinthine roots of banyan trees and ancient ruins, accented by stunning light! What a morning we had.
Hope Inspiring Resplendent Roses & Blossoms At Blessed Home Long Island, New York, Day Before My Birthday 2012 - IMRAN®
A dozen years ago before I penned these words in 2024, the rose bushes at my blessed home on Long Island, New York, were in full, glorious bloom. It was the early summer of 2012, the day before my 50th birthday.
The tornadoes and droughts of total economic meltdown, brought on by the policies of Republican President George W. Bush which enriched the super-wealthy with one trillion dollars of tax cuts, had wreaked havoc on my life as on millions of ordinary individuals, families, and entire towns. The next few years were spent on surviving, recovering, and rebuilding. Even then it was a rocky road.
By the time 2012 rolled in, after a labyrinthine journey of heart-sinking troughs, fleeting peaks, and unexpected drops into new valleys, life began to hint at a promising change ahead. I had to remind myself that life’s most exquisite blooms often come accompanied by the piercing thorns of reality.
The key is to persistently tend to one’s garden of dreams, rooting it in unshakeable faith, nurturing it with the water of hope, showering it with the rain of love, fortifying it with the grains of gratitude, and ceaselessly illuminating it with the lights of confidence, and perseverance.
No matter the adversities you face, remember, they are but temporary. You possess the strength to surmount them. Never let go of your dreams. Never relinquish your authentic self. Within you lies an indomitable spirit. You are capable of blooming despite the thorns. Are you ready to live the life you dream of?
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Middle East - GCC - United Arab Emirates - UAE - Dubai - Bastakiya quarter - Historical neighborhood established at the end of the 19th century by well-to-do textile and pearl traders from Bastak, Iran - Labyrinthine lanes are lined with restored merchant’s houses, art galleries, cafés, and boutique hotels
Souq - Souk or market offers wide variety of beautiful merchandize.
Camera Model: Canon EOS 5D Mark II; Lens: 28-300mm; Focal length: 135.00 mm; Aperture: 5.6; Exposure time: 1/15 s; ISO: 2000
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In the heart of the misty mountains, where much hopping was done, stood a castle, its grand towers rising like silent sentinels against the sky. The castle was home to a being known only as Cyboman, whose origin was shrouded in mystery.
Some whispered he was a golem of stone, others believed he was a machine of ancient design, and there were those who swore he was something else entirely—a creature that straddled the boundaries of the known and the unknown.
Cyboman's castle, with its labyrinthine halls and imposing ramparts, was the hub of both fear and fascination for the people of the surrounding villages. They spoke of his demands in hushed tones, for Cyboman did not ask for gold or silver; his tribute was of a different kind.
He sought unique gifts, items of intrigue and wonder, curiosities that he had never seen before. It was said that to bring Cyboman a gift that failed to pique his interest was to court disaster.
The tale of Cyboman began many generations ago. Villagers claimed that long before their ancestors had settled in the shadow of the castle, the highlands were haunted by a formless dread.
One day, Cyboman emerged from the mists, his body a tapestry of interlocking stone and metal, his eyes glowing with a cold, otherworldly light. From the moment he appeared, he exerted an enigmatic power over the land.
Every month, a procession would make its way to the castle, each villager clutching their most unique possessions. The villagers were not alone in this endeavor, for travelers and merchants passing through the highlands would also be stopped and compelled to offer something to the reclusive being.
The demand for uniqueness spurred creativity among the people, prompting them to craft, discover, and innovate in ways they had never imagined.
One such traveler, a wandering minstrel named Elara, found herself at the gates of Cyboman's castle. She had heard the stories and had prepared a gift, hoping that it would be enough to satisfy the enigmatic creature.
Elara's gift was not a physical object, but a song—an original ballad she had composed during her travels. As she stood before the castle's towering gates, she strummed her lute and sang of distant lands and forgotten legends.
Cyboman emerged from the shadows, his form both imposing and elegant. He listened intently to Elara's song, his eyes flickering with an almost imperceptible glow.
When she finished, he nodded, and the castle gates creaked open, allowing her to pass. Elara's heart raced as she stepped inside, unsure of what awaited her.
Within the castle, Elara was greeted by an astonishing sight. The interior was a marvel of ancient technology and artistry, filled with treasures and relics from countless ages. Cyboman led her to a grand hall, where he examined her lute with a level of curiosity that belied his enigmatic nature. He asked her to play another song, and then another, as if each note and lyric were a precious gift.
In return for her unique tribute, Cyboman offered Elara knowledge—a glimpse into the forgotten history of the highlands, and the secrets of the castle itself.
She learned that Cyboman was neither fully stone nor machine, but a creation born of both realms, crafted by an ancient civilization that sought to blend the organic and the inorganic. His purpose was to safeguard the knowledge and wonders of the past, to ensure they were not lost to time.
Cyboman then explained to her that he was no less than a member of the famed Million Warriors. Elara had never heard of the Million Warriors but she instinctively knew not to reveal that.
Elara's time in the castle was brief, but it left an indelible mark on her soul. She returned to the villages and shared her experience, inspiring others to seek out their own unique gifts for Cyboman.
From that point, the tribute became a tradition that transcended fear, evolving into a celebration of creativity and discovery. Each villager and traveler who visited the castle left a part of themselves behind, contributing to the ever-growing tapestry of wonders that filled Cyboman's domain.
As the years passed, the legend of Cyboman grew, and the highlands flourished with innovation and artistry. The enigmatic being became a guardian of the land, his presence a constant reminder of the power of creativity and the importance of preserving the past.
And though his true nature remained a mystery, Cyboman's legacy endured, a testament to the magic that lay within the fusion of stone, machine, and imagination.
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A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
Million Warriors
Cyboman
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Heroes
2021, Spin Master
A small group of three characters from my favorite Batman story ever told. Everything I’ve read from Grant Morrison can effortlessly transport my mind to such a fantastical yet coherent depiction of the DC Universe, and there aren’t many writers I’ve had the pleasure to read who can do exactly that. If I had more time, I would have made several more characters from Incorporated, namely El Gaucho, Zavimbe Batwing, Nightrunner, the Hood, and more. Knight & Squire and Lord Death Man have already been done to perfection by Roman and Taylor, respectively, so I wasn’t planning on touching those.
I’m quite happy with how Doctor Dedalus turned out. He’s written so well by Morrison that he easily falls into my top 5 supervillains of ANY fictional property. His fetishization of the Ouroboros symbol and labyrinthine deathtraps made me shudder at times. It might have been more accurate to use the S6 Bandit CMF torso for the X-shaped bandoliers, but eh, I didn’t have that part to work with at the time of shooting. To clarify, I’m a much bigger fan of the first part of Batman Incorporated than I am of the second. Don’t get me wrong: both are excellently written and illustrated. It’s just that Doctor Dedalus was a more unsettling villain to me than was Talia Al’Ghul.
Zero more to go.
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Fig formulas:
Doctor Dedalus: S11 Jazz Musician CMF hat, 6873 Doc Ock head, S17 Highwayman CMF cape, black neck bracket w/red hubcap tile from 75875, Star Destroyer Microfighter minifig torso, LBM Commissioner Gordon CMF hips, evil cane
Batman (Incorporated suit): 2012 light bluish gray torso with erased S16 Spooky Boy CMF legs
Red Raven: Calendar Man head, reversed Scuba Robin torso with Hyperion arms, LBM Batgirl utility belt, N52 Batman legs, Native American longbow
The City Of Crows - The Old Cathedral by Daniel Arrhakis / Karl Rudhyn (2017)
A project for an Illustrated Book : The City Of Crows (2018)
Dedicated to the beautiful and mysterious city of Évora.
Images and Story created by Daniel Arrhakis / Karl Rudhyn any comercial reproduction without the consent of the authors is prohibited.
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Between 1540 and 1794, the courts of Lisbon, Porto, Coimbra and Évora burned 1,175 living people and imposed punishment on 29,590 human beings. However, the documentation of 15 of the 689 autos-de-fé disappeared ...
It was a cool, wet winter afternoon, when the moon peered through the clouds dramatically above the old Cathedral. Isabel had already left the University and was hurrying through the labyrinthine streets of her beautiful city of Évora. Whenever he could pass that way just to admire that incredible Gothic rose window and its Romanesque-Gothic style so peculiar but deep down what attracted it most was its aura of mystery.
And mystery was with her, she gathered all the legends that were told by those Alentejo lands many of them referred to by her old Grandmother since she was a child. As she thought about it, she looked once again at that full moon - beautiful scenery for a mystery movie! - She said to herself as she wondered for the hundredth time why in Portugal no movies were made with these beautiful monuments !
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Entre 1540 e 1794, os tribunais de Lisboa, Porto, Coimbra e Évora queimaram 1.175 pessoas vivas e impuseram castigos a 29.590 seres humanos. No entanto, a documentação de 15 dos 689 autos-de-fé desapareceu ...
Estava um fim de tarde frio e húmido de Inverno quando a lua espreitava entre as nuvens de forma dramática encimando a velha Catedral. Isabel já tinha saído da Universidade e apressava o passo por entre as ruelas labirínticas da sua bela Cidade de Évora. Sempre que podia passava por aquele caminho só para admirar aquela incrível rosácea e o seu estilo Românico-Gótico tão peculiar mas no fundo o que mais a atraía era a sua aura de mistério.
E mistério era com ela, reunia todas as lendas que se contavam por aquelas terras alentejanas muitas delas referidas pela sua velha Avó desde que era criança.
Enquanto pensava nisto olhou mais uma vez para aquela Lua cheia - Belo cenário para um filme de mistério ! - Disse para si mesma enquanto se perguntava pela centésima vez porque razão em Portugal não se faziam filmes com estes belos monumentos !
Pyrgos Kallistis or simply Pyrgos (Greek: Πύργος Καλλίστης, literally 'Tower') is a picturesque village on the Aegean island of Santorini, Greece, in the Cyclades archipelago with a population of approx. 732 according to the 2001 census. Pyrgos is part of the Municipality of Thira and is situated approximately 7km away from the island's capital Fira. It is built amphitheatrically on a hill that offers magnificent views of Santorini in almost all directions. On top of this hill remain the ruins of a Venetian castle (Kasteli) that was once the island's administrative center. Pyrgos is a typical example of medieval architecture with narrow, labyrinthine streets, fortified walls and hidden passages. Nowadays it is one of the villages of Santorini least spoiled by tourism.
(Wikipedia)
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We spent a week on Santorini during the beginning of May enjoying its picturesque magic quite heavily. One may be surprised that its towns are rather crowded even before the peak tourist season, but it is still a special place for enjoying slow pace of Greek islands life.
Pyrgos is neither that famous nor that visited as Fira or Oia clifftop settlements, which makes it more attractive for those seeking more solitude and quietness - one may stroll through its narrow streets freely without crowds, and thus enjoy the slow pace of the Greek life...
Hope Inspiring Resplendent Roses & Blossoms At Blessed Home Long Island, New York, Day Before My Birthday 2012 - IMRAN™
A dozen years ago before I penned these words in 2024, the rose bushes at my blessed home on Long Island, New York, were in full, glorious bloom. It was the early summer of 2012, the day before my 50th birthday.
The tornadoes and droughts of total economic meltdown, brought on by the policies of Republican President George W. Bush which enriched the super-wealthy with one trillion dollars of tax cuts, had wreaked havoc on my life as on millions of ordinary individuals, families, and entire towns. The next few years were spent on surviving, recovering, and rebuilding. Even then it was a rocky road.
By the time 2012 rolled in, after a labyrinthine journey of heart-sinking troughs, fleeting peaks, and unexpected drops into new valleys, life began to hint at a promising change ahead. I had to remind myself that life’s most exquisite blooms often come accompanied by the piercing thorns of reality.
The key is to persistently tend to one’s garden of dreams, rooting it in unshakeable faith, nurturing it with the water of hope, showering it with the rain of love, fortifying it with the grains of gratitude, and ceaselessly illuminating it with the lights of confidence, and perseverance.
No matter the adversities you face, remember, they are but temporary. You possess the strength to surmount them. Never let go of your dreams. Never relinquish your authentic self. Within you lies an indomitable spirit. You are capable of blooming despite the thorns. Are you ready to live the life you dream of?
© 2012-2024 IMRAN™
The Wieliczka Salt Mine (Polish: Kopalnia soli Wieliczka) is a salt mine in the town of Wieliczka, near Kraków in southern Poland.
From Neolithic times, sodium chloride (table salt) was produced there from the upwelling brine. The Wieliczka salt mine, excavated from the 13th century, produced table salt continuously until 1996,[2] as one of the world's oldest operating salt mines. Throughout its history, the royal salt mine was operated by the Żupy Krakowskie (Kraków Salt Mines) company.
Due to falling salt prices and mine flooding, commercial salt mining was discontinued in 1996.
The Wieliczka Salt Mine is now an official Polish Historic Monument (Pomnik Historii) and a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Its attractions include the shafts and labyrinthine passageways, displays of historic salt-mining technology, an underground lake, four chapels and numerous statues carved by miners out of the rock salt, and more recent sculptures by contemporary artists.
(Source: Wikipedia)
“Beautiful city”: that’s what Gallipoli means, and the town certainly lives up to its name!
Situated on the west, Ionian coast of Puglia’s Salento peninsula, our Gallipoli may not be as famous as its Turkish namesake, site of the disastrous 1st World War battle, but its history is long and varied, its historic centre a delight and the beaches which flank it superb.
The old town centre sits on a tiny island connected to the mainland by a 17th century bridge. It is almost completely surrounded by defensive walls, built mainly in the 14th century.
The east side is dominated by a robust fortress dating back to the 13th century, but largely rebuilt in the 1500s when the town fell under Angevin control.
These fortifications tell us a lot about Gallipoli’s history: thanks to its strategic position, it was frequently under siege. Founded, so legend tells us, by Idomeneo from ancient Crete, the town soon became part of Magna Graecia and remained so until Pyrrhus, presumably following one too many disastrous victories, was defeated by the Romans!
After being sacked by hordes of Vandals and Goths, the Byzantines arrived, rebuilding the town much in the form we recognise today. Normans, Angevins and the Bourbons arrived in successive waves until the Unification of Italy in 1861.
The island heart of Gallipoli is home to numerous impressive Baroque churches and aristocratic palazzi, testament to the town's former wealth as a trading port. A labyrinthine weave of narrow streets all eventually lead to the broader sea-front promenade with its wonderful views.
Hope Inspiring Resplendent Roses & Blossoms At Blessed Home Long Island, New York, Day Before My Birthday 2012 - IMRAN™
A dozen years ago before I penned these words in 2024, the rose bushes at my blessed home on Long Island, New York, were in full, glorious bloom. It was the early summer of 2012, the day before my 50th birthday.
The tornadoes and droughts of total economic meltdown, brought on by the policies of Republican President George W. Bush which enriched the super-wealthy with one trillion dollars of tax cuts, had wreaked havoc on my life as on millions of ordinary individuals, families, and entire towns. The next few years were spent on surviving, recovering, and rebuilding. Even then it was a rocky road.
By the time 2012 rolled in, after a labyrinthine journey of heart-sinking troughs, fleeting peaks, and unexpected drops into new valleys, life began to hint at a promising change ahead. I had to remind myself that life’s most exquisite blooms often come accompanied by the piercing thorns of reality.
The key is to persistently tend to one’s garden of dreams, rooting it in unshakeable faith, nurturing it with the water of hope, showering it with the rain of love, fortifying it with the grains of gratitude, and ceaselessly illuminating it with the lights of confidence, and perseverance.
No matter the adversities you face, remember, they are but temporary. You possess the strength to surmount them. Never let go of your dreams. Never relinquish your authentic self. Within you lies an indomitable spirit. You are capable of blooming despite the thorns. Are you ready to live the life you dream of?
© 2012-2024 IMRAN™
The ancient city of Aphrodisias, once the capital of the province of Lydia, is located near the village of Geyre in the district of Karacasu . The history of the city can be traced back to the early bronze age and there is even clear evidence of a chalcolithic culture prior to the 3rd millennium B.C. The use of the name Aphrodisias began after the 3rd century B.C., in the Hellenistic period.
The wealth and cultural and political importance of the city is clearly attested by the size and magnificence of the buildings of which it is composed.The name Aphrodisias is derived from Aphrodite, the goddess of nature, beauty, love and plenty, and was one of the most famous cult centres of the goddess.
The baths of Hadrian constructed in the 2nd century during the reign of the Emperor Hadrian. This complex consists of a large central hall, probably the caldarium or hot room, surrounded by four large rooms, the tepidarium, sýýdatorium, apoditerium and frigidarium (warm room, sweating room, dressing room and cold room respectively).
It is a most imposing building with all the requisite facilities, such as labyrinthine underground service corridors, water channels and furnaces. The remains of the baths are facing the Agora gate and the core of the baths was light sandstone covered with marble plaques.
India, Kerala or Kēraḷam, Backwaters.
Kerala’s from civilization almost safe & sound rich in fish, fertile unique backwaters.
Water Buffalos;
…the untouchables, or almost good friends.
The water buffalo is a large, up to 3m long & heavy, strong cattle. The head is long, narrow, with small ears & set low on the body. The horns are horizontal & sickle-shaped backwards, these can reach a span of two meters, the horns of the female are significantly narrower & shorter than the males. The water buffalo stands on long, strong legs with wide hooves, the claws are spread wide, so the water buffalo don't sink into their swampy habitat.
📍… The wild water buffalo is listed as an endangered species, estimated about only 1000 water buffalos are still living in Asia.
Grasses, herbs & aquatic plants are the main part of his diet, but also leaves & small branches, he feeds exclusively vegetarian.
If the herd lives near humans, the water buffalo will also eat cultivated grain. Water buffalos are ruminants; searching for food, wild water buffalos they usually go in small groups split off from the main group, only looking for food in the evening hours.
👉….At 7 to 8%, buffalo milk contains almost twice as much fat as cow's milk. It is used to make the real mozzarella cheese in Italy, the "Mozzarella di Bufala campana", while the delicious “Burrata” is mainly made from cow's milk & rarely from water buffalo milk.
All European domestic water buffalos descend from the Asian wild water buffalo. Their domestication probably began 3000 years BC. in China, Pakistan & Iraq. In the 6th century they reached Europe via Bulgaria & Greece.
Today the European water buffalo is mainly found in Italy, Bulgaria, Romania & Hungary.
📌…Kerala’s unique backwaters in South India, is a network of interconnected five large lakes linked by canals, both manmade, fed by 38 rivers & brackish lagoons extending nearly half the length of Kerala state. A labyrinthine system formed by almost 1.000 km of waterways lying parallel to the Arabian Sea coast, known as the “Malabar Coast”.
The backwaters have an exceptional ecosystem; freshwater from the rivers meets the seawater from the Arabian Sea, formed by the action of waves & shore currents creating low barrier islands across the mouths of the many rivers flowing down from the Western Ghats range.
A Thannermukkom Salt Water Barrier, preventing salt water from the sea is entering the deep inside, keeping the fresh water intact. Such fresh water is extensively used for irrigation purposes.
Numerous unique aquatic species including mudskippers, crabs, frogs, water birds such as kingfishers, darters, terns, darters & cormorants, animals like otters & turtles live in the backwaters area. Palm trees, pandanus bushes & other leafy plants grow alongside the backwaters, providing a green shade to the surrounding landscape.
In the middle of this landscape there are a number of towns & cities, which serve as the starting & end points of backwater cruises. The backwaters are one of the noticeable tourist attractions in Kerala.
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J’ai découvert récemment à l’Espace Vuitton à Paris, un artiste contemporain que je connaissais très mal. J’en avais négligé une précédente rétrospective en 2012 à Beaubourg par méconnaissance, manque de curiosité, manque de maturité culturelle aussi sans doute.
Artiste inclassable, figure rebelle à toute appartenance et toute assignation, revendiquant la représentation du « Rien », expérimentant tout au long de sa vie d’artiste à la fois les genres et les techniques, Gerhart Richter est considéré à juste titre comme une des plus importantes figures de l’art contemporain
Son œuvre est un parcours labyrinthique permanent entre contrôle et hasard, illusion et matérialité, narration et effacement.
Il établit des passerelles entre art figuratif et art abstrait, mais sans l’urgence et sans la dramatisation qui put animer un artiste comme Nicolas de Staël
Gerhart Richter est en particulier célèbre pour son travail interrogeant les images photographiques du passé pour les transposer en peinture mais, en les brouillant, presque en les effaçant, obscurcissant ainsi un réel qu’il sait insaisissable. Comme cette figure fantomatique floue surgie de sa mémoire, une des premières oeuvres présentées, un moment fort de l'exposition : une photographie de son oncle retrouvée dans les archives familiales, souriant en uniforme de la Wehrmacht, symbole de la banalité du mal et de la culpabilité inextinguible de sa famille, de son pays.
Créée en réponse aux attentats du 11 septembre, l'œuvre peinte en 2005 que je présente sur cette photo est relativement petite. Elle est le résultat d’un travail à partir d’une photographie de presse des tours jumelles au moment de l'impact, L’artiste a reproduit l’image en une peinture à l’huile, mais en l’obscurcissant, en la floutant grâce à sa technique de raclage, pour aboutir à une représentation aux limites de l’abstraction.. Le résultat est une méditation poignante sur la mémoire historique et les limites de la représentation face à la tragédie.
I recently discovered, at the Espace Vuitton in Paris, a contemporary artist I knew very little about. I had missed a previous retrospective of his work in 2012 at the Centre Pompidou due to ignorance, lack of curiosity, and perhaps also a lack of cultural maturity.
An unclassifiable artist, a rebel against all affiliation and categorization, claiming to represent "Nothingness," and experimenting throughout his artistic life with both genres and techniques, Gerhart Richter is rightly considered one of the most important figures in contemporary art.
His work is a perpetual labyrinthine journey between control and chance, illusion and materiality, narrative and erasure.
He builds bridges between figurative and abstract art, but without the urgency and dramatization that could have driven an artist like Nicolas de Staël. Gerhart Richter is particularly famous for his work that interrogates photographic images of the past, transposing them into paintings but blurring them, almost erasing them, thus obscuring a reality he knows to be elusive. Like this hazy, ghostly figure emerging from his memory, one of the first works presented, a powerful moment in the exhibition: a photograph of his uncle found in the family archives, smiling in a Wehrmacht uniform, a symbol of the banality of evil and the inextinguishable guilt of his family, of his country.
Created in response to the September 11 attacks, the work painted in 2005 that I am showing in this photo is relatively small. It is the result of working from a press photograph of the twin towers at the moment of impact. The artist reproduced the image in an oil painting, but darkened and blurred it using a scraping technique, resulting in a representation bordering on abstraction. The result is a poignant meditation on historical memory and the limits of representation in the face of tragedy.
"There is something about the light, the heat (physical and perhaps metaphysical), the vibrancy of street life, and the rawness and disjointedness of much of the tropical world that has moved and disturbed me - in places where the indigenous culture is often transformed by an external northern culture ..."
- Alex Webb
This shot was taken at Akko, Israel.
The city of Acre (Akko) is one of the oldest continuously inhabited cities in the world, dating back to the time of the Pharaoh Thutmose III (1504-1450 BCE).
It is a city of intrigue, where you can walk through labyrinthine alleys and streets and explore the remnants of Crusader, Muslim and Ottoman conquerors. Walking along the walls of the city, you also get a spectacular view of the sea and, on clear days, the city of Haifa.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acre,_Israel
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