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Tool is an American rock band
Tool formed in Los Angeles in 1991, in the middle of the grunge era. Vocalist Maynard James Keenan, drummer Danny Carey, guitarist Adam Jones and bassist Paul D'Amour managed to forge a terrifying, claustrophobic sound, the ideal soundtrack for the insanity of an inmate confined in solitary confinement. It is a highly psychological music, which seems to want to open the most hidden ravines of the human psyche, where evil hatches waiting to be triggered by an external stimulus. The sound of Tool does not just reproduce the teachings of the masters of the 70s (certainly Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath and Blue Oyster Cult), but assimilates the characters of a series of bands that have made the history of the last 20 years of extreme rock .
The aggressiveness of Metallica, the darkness of the Swans, the barbarism of the first Soundgarden, the tediousness of Godflesh echo in a highly spectacular sonic mosaic, somewhat in contradiction with the intent of the band to make existential music. What distinguishes Tool from the myriad of "hard" bands that populated the charts in those years, is the recovery of the progressive 70s, which can already be felt in the first compositions, but which will undeniably reveal itself in the last album, Lateralus.
āWhen everything starts to feel big and therefore scary and insurmountable, when I hit a point of feeling or thinking too much, Iāve learned to make the choice to go toward the small.ā
~Michelle Obama, Overcoming: A Workbook, p. 7, Clarkson Potter (December 3, 2024)
Using small inexpensive VIJIM VL120 RGB Video Lights change from RGB, HSI/CCT, to 2500-9000K LED 3100mAh Rechargeable DSLR lights.
Back when the Bessemer was still worthwhile. The southbound ore for North Bessemer passes by the searchlights at MD south, led by a triplet of IC SD70's.
Was I disappointed these were not the oranges? Yes.
Was I glad I shot them? Also, yes.
This is my little LED pocket spotlight. It measures about 2 inches across and up and down about 1 and half inches (including the mount shown at the top in the photo).
I use this little fill light all of the time, it casts great shadows and gives a nice clean light source. It was fun to shoot this little handy tool, only I had to find ANOTHER light source to help light the bezel around the light panel. :)
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New Led.
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Elle vit deux heures et meurt !
Ne fleurit que la nuit, une ou deux fois /an.
RapportƩe de Tahiti, il y a trente-cinq ans.
roof of Wedad Kitchen food hut at Katara tasty street. Neon lights on the sign and flashing led light infront
"When the words weigh heavy on the heart
I am lost and led only by the stars
Cage me like an animal
A crown with gems and gold
Eat me like a cannibal
Chase the neon throne
Breathe in, breathe out
Let the human in
Breathe in, breathe out
And let it in
Plants awoke and they slowly grow
Beneath the skin"
Of Monsters And Men: youtu.be/YO8V52eC_Lc
IMPORTANT: for non-pro users who read the info on a computer, just enlarge your screen to 120% (or more), then the full text will appear below the photo with a white background - which makes reading so much easier.
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: āMamma, papĆ , non piangere, se sono consumata, ĆØ stata la risaia che mi ha rovinataā (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.
On a cool frosty morning, CN 8947 leads stack train Q120, as they approach the hotbox at Maccan, Nova Scotia. Looks like 8947 has been retrofitted with an LED headlight.
February 19, 2018.
I was at Big Sur this weekend in the California coast. The State park nearby has a tunnel access to a beautiful water fall. Trying some light painting with LED.
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CSX L425-05, led by 4419, begins the climb out of the Miami River Valley with a short train for Connersville. 4419 has been bouncing around Cincinnati area locals for some time now so it's finally nice to see it.
My Yema LED watch - a modern reincarnation of an original design from the 1970ās. My very first watch when I was a kid was a red LED black plastic thing ā¦ and I thought it was the most amazing technological masterpiece! Of course it stopped working in less than a year and being a future engineer I pulled it apart and eventually it got discarded.
I am very proud to announce that I am now officially sponsored by Led Lenser, this is a very proud moment in my life and I only have good things to say and many thanks to the people at Led Lenser, within the sponsorship deal they send me torches to help with my work and help promote their products.
This is an honour for me, to be sponsored by the worlds best torch company. So Thanks Led Lenser, I shall be doing product reviews on all of Led Lensers products on my Youtube channel, to help light painters making the right desicion before buying a torch.
Thanks to my wife for helping me with the lighting and light writing.
I led a birding tour earlier this month for Avocet Tours and we chartered a boat with Trinity Eco Tours to go see the returning Steller's Sea-Eagle. We found it rearranging sticks in an old Bald Eagle nest and were the first people to document that behavior. I have attached one photo of it in the nest. Seeing this bird brought tears to my eyes. I was sad I couldn't call up my dad to tell him about the most amazing bird I have ever seen to date. The Spoon-billed Sandpiper I saw in Thailand being a close second. It was a real dream to see this amazing bird which is normally found in places like Russia and Japan. Perhaps it was getting broody and will return next year and attempt to mate with a Bald Eagle and raise young in this nest sure would be super cool!
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Thema:āEmbossed LEDERā am 02.08.2024.
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Led-strip in the mirror of the bathroom with condensation drops after showering.
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1144 055 crossing the river danube in the evening.
Recorded with a Nikon D90, Nikon AF-S DX VR 18-200/3.5-5.6
A trip to Bude swimming pool at high tide. The waves were crashing over the railings of the steps that led to the ocean from the pool. I decided to try a long exposure using a 10 stop Lee filter on my Nikon Z7 with the 24-70mm f4 lens to see what the results would turn out like ! I think I was happy with this one although maybe I need a more stable tripod to stop movements bit more! let me know your thoughts.
Excerpt from www.visionsoftravel.org/sheung-wan-magic-unknown-temples-hk/:
The recently renovated Pak Sing Ancestral Hall (42 Tai Ping Shan St) was originally a storeroom for bodies awaiting burial in China. It contains the ancestral tablets of around 3000 departed souls.
I Tsz (meaning a free Ancestral Hall), was built in 1851 on Taipingshan Street to house ancestral tablets of deceased Chinese mainlanders, many of whom had moved to Hong Kong soon after colonisation by the British, to seek a better living. Some had died homeless without relatives to arrange a burial and I Tsz provided a home for commemorative tablets (name plates) to be housed in order that relatives, arriving at a later date, could collect the tablets to take back to the mainland. Later, coffins containing the dead were also housed at I Tsz to await repatriation and some terminally ill Chinese, who had been turned out of their homes in the crowded conditions also found refuge at the temple. Following an outcry over the appalling conditions where the dead and dying lay next to each other with no medical care, the then Governor, Richard MacDonnell, agreed to a long standing request from the Chinese community for land for a Chinese hospital and this led to the founding of Tung Wah Hospital.