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I gave up on trying to photograph this Stonechat because it kept luring me further and further away from my intended direction, so I set back off towards my car. It then flew 100m across the corner of the field and landed on this post just in front of me as if to say "Oh go on then" - so I took some shots in the end!
I was just trying to work out why the RSPB lists Stonechat as Saxicola torquata and everywhere else seems to use Saxicola rubicola. According to Wikipedia (all I've had time to search at the moment) In the past, the European stonechat was generally considered conspecific with the Siberian stonechat and African stonechat, lumped together as common stonechat S. torquatus. A 2002 study using mtDNA cytochrome b sequences and nuclear DNA microsatellite fingerprinting evidence strongly supported their separation into distinct species. Due to a misunderstanding of the rules of Zoological nomenclature, for a short time the name S. torquatus was erroneously used for the European stonechat rather than the African stonechat.
The field of psychiatry and neurology are rapidly changing. The revolution in research brought about by the discovery of non-invasive means of looking inside the brain has resulted in a rediscovery of the fundamental truth that the serious mental illnesses are the result of genetic, chemical, electrical, structural, or traumatic problems in the brain. More and more, we are discovering that Alzheimer's Disease, Tourette Syndrome, Seizure Disorders, Schizophrenia, Anxiety Disorders, and Depression are brain illnesses and deserve equivalent levels of treatment and compassion.
But, because we cannot know about nor provide information about all brain illnesses and traumas, we are especially concerned about Anxiety and Panic Disorders, Bipolar Disorder, Severe Depression, Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, and Schizophrenia which are among the most devastating of the brain illnesses and about which there is still great misunderstanding and prejudice.
While other brain illnesses--from Alzheimer's to Seizure Disorder--can be equally debilitating, we find that the illnesses we are most concerned about continue to need our especial care and concern because of the misconceptions, discrimination, and potential for destruction that are involved in having or loving someone who has one of these five categories of brain illness.
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explore #1 thank you all!
Here it is, the last in the series "Welcome to the Psych Ward". This has really been some of my best, and personal favorite, work on flickr I've done yet. I've learned so much and realized how truly, utterly, frighteningly complex the human mind is. I want to thank everyone so much for all of the views, comments, faves, suggestions, ideas, support, and love. You all are just too amazing for words. HUGE thanks to anyone who followed the project since the start.
I apologize if you had a mental illness suggestion i coulnt get around to or if my brain totally died and i just plain didnt have any ideas.
SO now when you hear about someone with some mental illness, maybe youll have a bit more interest to check it out. Cos were all morbid like that :)
I hope all of you learned something too
This image has been reposted after it was taken down due to a misunderstanding.
With the usual Oakworth Bank fine display, 1949 British Railways built Ivatt ‘2MT’ 2-6-2T no.41241, in KWVR red livery, storms up the gradient with the 11:50 Keighley-Oxenhope "Elf Express".
The difficulties of being a viking tribe heiress when your dad is always getting you wrong presents. xD The viking princess love murders, so do not upset her!
This is a very old idea, I always wanted to do something with the idiom "to offer the heart and hand" - I kind of forgot that the English equivalent is just "to offer one's hand", which sounds even more strange to me (I can understand why heart, but not why hand, and why only one hand? who gets the second hand then? is it a right or left hand? so many questions).
Of course, making a proposal scene would be too easy and not original (and actually I already did such a scene a few years ago), not even mentioning that the heart would be, well, inside, but the idea was to take it out literally. xD Don't look at picture like that - if someone's offers some body parts of theirs, then someone else, especially someone who understands everything literally, can take them, right? Why else to offer them if you're not ready to part with them? xD
And this is why vikings. I just wondered where it would be appropriate to place such a bloody scenario. Well, there's a lot of scary legends about vikings, why it couldn't be one of them? ;)
The idea is old, but I didn't try to actually build it for a few years, cause I really hoped to buy either 21343 Viking Village or 31132 Viking Ship (though I didn't really like the ship and I think 7018 is superior in so many ways, but I want a new Fenris wolf), but then I realised that chances for getting either are low. :( So I tried my best to build a log house with little amount of Reddish Brown parts I have.
I was going to post it yesterday evening, of course, but I get sleepy too quick cause I was taking another picture a night before, so I decided to rest instead. :)
More information given today.:::: guess there was a misunderstanding and we are okay at Little Mountain for now Last night tears of frustration---- today relief and gratitude for those that showed up to walk the beautiful trails and enjoy the sunshine. Pgymy can still call it home for a little while.
If you live in this area and care what happens to the Pgymy Owls they are slated to log Old Growth below Little Mountain. Please read below and come out Friday March 26...
A public walk through the area will start:
3pm Friday March 26
Bellevue Road past Ruffles Road
49°17'35.5"N 124°20'15.3"W
Masks and social distancing must be respected
Please forward attached poster.
If you have more details please share them with me.
in solidarity
Richard
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This post was forwarded to me and I'm forwarding it to anyone who cares about what happens at Little Mountain...Please support us!!!
The ball has finally dropped on the ancient trees at the base of Little Mountain in Errington, just outside of Parksville, BC.
For everyone who wants to save the habitat of these beautiful little owls and of course the Old Growth in our region, please come and support us!! Please help the pygmy owls survive in our area...Keep the Old Growth Trees below little mountain. Meeting Friday and 3:00 see details below.
For the past 4 years treaty negotiations prevented locals from getting a clear answer from BC Provincial Government until
TODAY!!!
The Ancient Forest at the Base of Little Mountain (below the cliff where people enjoy the view) is a rare grove of Old-Growth Douglas fir trees (between 300 to 700 years old) that has survived fire, logging, and tons of garbage being dumped from above. It has historical cultural and archaeological significance and is frequented by many locals for a wide variety of activities.
These ancient trees, which few people know survived 150 years of logging, are about to be logged UNLESS the public stands up for this JEWEL. This beautiful grove consists of approximately 100 old-growth Douglas fir growing through-out the giant boulders. Making this 'grove' a significant portion of the less than 0.05% of old-growth Coastal Douglas fir left standing in British Columbia. Several rare and endangered plant communities thrive in this area.
WITH NO PUBLIC NOTIFICATION these trees are now slated to be logged!!!
The back-ground story is difficult to understand but the reality will face locals very soon.
A public walk through the area will start:
3pm Friday March 26
Bellevue Road past Ruffles Road
49°17'35.5"N 124°20'15.3"W
Masks and social distancing must be respected
Please forward attached poster.
If you have more details please share them with me.
in solidarity
Richard
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Judith Kemp
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To avoid misunderstanding: This is the Moon.This image is taken in the middle of the night.My apologies.
🇫🇷 Le diablotin
Cet animal roux qui fuit sans cesse à toute vitesse et ne se laisse jamais attraper fut considéré à l'époque chrétienne comme une véritable incarnation du Diable. Si peu de considération est maintenant le signe d'une méconnaissance passée de l'écureuil. Son rôle est en effet important dans la 🌳 chênaie-hêtraie 🌳, où il contribue à disperser les graines de certains arbres, mais aussi les spores des champignons dont il est friand. Considérons-le plutôt comme un petit ange, lui qui ensemence la forêt de grands arbres.
🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿 🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿
🇺🇸 ️The Imp
This redheaded animal that runs away at full speed and never lets itself be caught was considered in the Christian era as a true incarnation of the Devil. So little consideration is now the sign of a past misunderstanding of the squirrel. Its role is indeed important in the 🌳 oak-beech forest 🌳, where it contributes to disperse the seeds of some trees, but also the spores of mushrooms of which it is fond. Let's consider him rather as a little angel, he who seeds the forest with big trees.
Ecureil roux / Red squirrel / Sciurus vulgaris
Milieu naturel, écosystème :🌳 Chênaie - hêtraie 🌳
Natural environment, ecosystem:🌳 Oak-beech forest🌳
Lieu : Forêt de Fontainebleau / Seine-et-Marne
📷ISO 10000, 500mm, f/5.6 1/640
web site : pascalechevest.com
I don't know the back story of why these these two beast were in town. SDP45's 3207 and 3201 are at the Salt Lake City, Union Pacific depot, hooked to Amtrak 314. If you were standing in this spot today you would be standing in the middle of the Gateway out door shopping mail. The depot still stands, and is part of the mall. Every thing else related to the railroad is gone. Even the Union Pacific sign on the west side was ripped off. From what I understand, it was out of a lack of communication or misunderstanding, but it's gone. Tom Ellis photo.
Being a photographer was never really part of “my plan.” Yet, here I am. Dirty mirror selfies and all.
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I used to believe that a person wasn’t “allowed” to change their mind or explore down different paths... as if it’s a shameful thing to let go of your old story; to grow & evolve; to expand your interests & skills!? 😅 (I can chuckle now as I realize that to be an absurdly grave misunderstanding.)
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This journey of mine has been anything but a clear-cut straight line. Most days, it feels like I’m making it up as I go — throwing spaghetti at the walls just hoping for something, ANYTHING, to stick. Navigating the ebbs & flows, learning how to float, but feeling like I’m barely treading water. (Then again, aren’t we all?!)
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I guess all I’m really trying to say is: There are lots of things I used to be that I am no longer, and there are lots of things I never thought I’d be that I unexpectedly am. 💫
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Excerpt from en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ry%C5%8Dan-ji:
Ryōan-ji (Shinjitai: 竜安寺, Kyūjitai: 龍安寺, The Temple of the Dragon at Peace) is a Zen temple located in northwest Kyoto, Japan. It belongs to the Myōshin-ji school of the Rinzai branch of Zen Buddhism. The Ryōan-ji garden is considered one of the finest surviving examples of kare-sansui ("dry landscape"), a refined type of Japanese Zen temple garden design generally featuring distinctive larger rock formations arranged amidst a sweep of smooth pebbles (small, carefully selected polished river rocks) raked into linear patterns that facilitate meditation. The temple and its gardens are listed as one of the Historic Monuments of Ancient Kyoto, and as a UNESCO World Heritage Site.
The temple's name is synonymous with the temple's famous Zen garden, the karesansui (dry landscape) rock garden, thought to have been built in the late 15th century.
The garden is a rectangle of 248 square meters (2,670 square feet), twenty-five meters by ten meters. Placed within it are fifteen stones of different sizes, carefully composed in five groups; one group of five stones, two groups of three, and two groups of two stones. The stones are surrounded by white gravel, which is carefully raked each day by the monks. The only vegetation in the garden is some moss around the stones.
The garden is meant to be viewed from a seated position on the veranda of the hōjō, the residence of the abbot of the monastery. The stones are placed so that the entire composition cannot be seen at once from the veranda.
The wall behind the garden is an important element of the garden. It is made of clay, which has been stained by age with subtle brown and orange tones. In 1977, the tile roof of the wall was restored with tree bark to its original appearance. When the garden was rebuilt in 1799, it came up higher than before and a view over the wall to the mountain scenery behind came about. At present this view is blocked by trees.
The garden had particular significance for the composer John Cage, who composed a series of works and made visual art works based on it.
Like any work of art, the artistic garden of Ryōan-ji is also open to interpretation or research into possible meanings. Many different theories have been put forward inside and outside Japan about what the garden is supposed to represent, from islands in a stream, a tiger family crossing a river, mountain peaks, to theories about secrets of geometry or the rules of equilibrium of odd numbers. Garden historian Gunter Nitschke wrote: "The garden at Ryōan-ji does not symbolize anything, or more precisely, to avoid any misunderstanding, the garden of Ryōan-ji does not symbolize, nor does it have the value of reproducing a natural beauty that one can find in the real or mythical world. I consider it to be an abstract composition of 'natural' objects in space, a composition whose function is to incite meditation."
The law was searching everywhere.
In every place you can imagine.
Far from home.
So far away.
It was a nice day.
It was okay...
It was a nice day, to get out of here.
We took the last train...
The fast train..
We took the last train...
Out of here...
Most of the time.
We were on the run...
From the law, and the misunderstandings...
We took the last train.
The fast train.
We took the last train...
Out of here...
(Kim Robin Edwards)
Often this small Newt is misnamed in English - also in our Zoo - as Emperor Spotted Newt. That 'Emperor' is a misunderstanding of the Latin specific 'kaiseri' which stands for the expert on Iranian fish who published work in Denmark, E.W. Kaiser. Our Newt was described and named scientifically by Karl Patterson Schmidt (1890-1957). It hails from the southern Zagros Mountains in Iranian Luristan where it's an endangered species. Schmidt had an astute and persevering scientific mind. When he was lethally bitten by a venomous snake in his care he kept meticulous notes on the effects of its poison on his body and refused medical care in order to complete them. No fear for us for being poisoned by our harmless Newt.
I had to notice about a slight misunderstanding with my yesterday post. I was not in doubt about the picture itself, it was more telling a story about the picture you see on my monitor here.....
6 pic HDR, -3+2EV, Photomatix, PS, Topaz
Thanks for visits, comments and favs, all highly appreciated and will be responded a.s.a.p!
Cheers
Joerg
Oldie but a goodie. Freestyle painted in 1994 with Chen under the south Minneapolis Tracks. This piece was really significant at the time and was a relatively different style then people were used to seeing in Minneapolis. I basically rocked a piece in what I consider to be a style in the culture of Cali graffiti at the time. It wasn't as good as what I was used to seeing but I was so infuenced at the time by writers that I had grown up admiring like Risky, Power, Slick, Hex, Dream (L.A.), Green and Charlie that it came out in my style. Originally, I painted with Chen but he never finished and I did. Funny thing is, while painting this, I had a younger writer (now a famous T.C. writer) and his Mom, stand behind me and watch me and ask me questions the whole time. I didn't mind. At them time, I was just flattered to have anyone take notice. Also, when I came back a few days later to try to get a photo, I didn't realize that there was a group of people sitting up on the embankment behind the wall. When I took the photo, I heard some people start screaming and yelling at me. I began to walk away and noticed that a small mob had decided to attempt to snatch my camera and jump me. As they approached, I took off running to gain a distance on them. I figured I had a better shot at fighting one or two that followed before the rest caught up. I ran about 10 blocks with some of them on my tail. I finally stopped when it was me and only one other dude. I grabbed the biggest rock I could find and quickly turned and started to go for him. As I got about 5 feet away, he realized that he was alone and that I had now become the aggressor and he stopped dead in his tracks. I think that he had thought that I would be afraid of him. With a giant rock in my hand, I wasn't afraid of shit. He paused and I started to threaten him. He couldn't understand me because he only spoke Spanish but knew I meant business. Right about then, a female approached and intervened. She stated, "He thought you were trying to take a picture of us. We are homeless and drug addicts. We were using drugs and he thought you took a picture of us. Don't hurt him." I told her to tell him I was only taking pictures of my graffiti. She did. He quickly changed his demeaner and when I saw him change to a nonaggressive attitude, I put the rock down. We clearly had a stand off that was based off of a misunderstanding. He looked me over and then they turned and walked back to join their group and I climbed the bridge embankment I was at and went home. It was A really intense sitiuation and I am glad that nothing bad ended up happening. It could have been bad on both our ends. Crazy times!
Mercury Retrograde comes to an end later today (June 22), and not a moment too soon. Life has simply been more challenging over the past three weeks or so as anything to do with communication has simply faltered. These retrograde periods effect people in different ways, some worse than others. For me it's been a series of misadventures with computer apps inexplicably failing, emails that simply won't send, issues with cell phones and more than my fair share of mechanical failures, back orders and delays. I'm less prone to (although not immune from) the interpersonal misadventures that occasion the retrograde. People tend to become argumentative often as a result of simple misunderstandings. You say one thing but it is interpreted in an entirely different way. And the hallmark of the retrograde is the careless mistake. I think I'm less prone to the latter problems because I take great pains to speak clearly and double check my work during the retrograde phase. These are things I feel I have some control over, unlike the computer and technical issues that seem to lurk behind every corner. Even still, things get by me. One irony of the retrograde is not discovering the mistakes until we exit the retrograde. Many a time I've breathed a premature sigh of relief that I got through it, only to discover something I did wrong days or even weeks later. Certainly things go wrong all the time, not just during retrograde. It's just that things are more prone to breakdown during these periods. And there is often a cascading effect where one minor thing results in something more severe or damaging. People sometimes ask if I seriously believe in this "stuff". Personally I don't believe it's subject to a belief system, but that's just me talking. I lien the retrograde to a curve in the metaphorical road of life. To me it calls for taking one's foot off of the gas for a few weeks to ensure that we don't run off the road. Retrogrades are a wonderful time to reflect, just a poor time to execute. Life begins to get back on the rails tomorrow.
Ever since Eve gave Adam the apple, there has been a misunderstanding between the sexes about gifts!! LOL!!
La casa de Castril es un palacio renacentista ubicado en la ciudad española de Granada, comunidad autónoma de Andalucía; en ella se encuentra actualmente el Museo Arqueológico de Granada.
La casa se halla enclavada en la carrera del Darro, en el antiguo barrio árabe de Ajsaris, sede a partir del siglo XVI de parte de la nobleza granadina, como muestran sus construcciones blasonadas. La Casa de Castril es uno de los mejores ejemplos de palacios renacentistas de Granada y perteneció a la familia de Hernando de Zafra, secretario de los Reyes Católicos que participó activamente en la reconquista de la ciudad a los musulmanes y en sus Capitulaciones. En lo alto de la fachada está grabada la fecha de su construcción: 1539. Esta obra ha sido atribuida a Sebastián de Alcántara, uno de los más destacados discípulos de Diego de Siloé. En 1917 se adquirió la Casa del Castril a los herederos del insigne arabista Leopoldo Eguílaz y Yanguas para ubicar definitivamente el citado Museo.
Además, sobre el edificio recae una vieja leyenda, de cuando era habitado en época árabe, la cual se refiere a una misteriosa dama de blanco que se aparece de vez en cuando, fruto de un desencuentro entre el padre de una bella muchacha que habitaba el edificio y su supuesto amante, que desencadenaron la furia del padre y posteriormente su ahorcamiento y emparedamiento en el balcón lateral del edificio. Sobre este balcón ciego se puede leer una consigna que dice: "Esperando la del cielo", lo que podría referirse a "esperando la justicia del cielo", que probablemente tuviese relación con las palabras que el supuesto amante pronunció antes de ser ahorcado.
es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Casa_de_Castril
rinconesdegranada.com/casa-de-castril
The Castril palace (also House of Castril) is a Renaissance style palace located in Sacromonte, a district of the Spanish city of Granada. Nowadays it hosts the Archaeological Museum of Granada.
The house is nailed in the Race of the Darro, in the old Arab district of Ajsaris, seat of 16th century's granadine nobility. The palace is one of the best Renaissance palaces of Granada and belonged to the family of Hernando de Zafra, secretary of Catholic monarchs who participated actively in reconquering it from the Muslim hands during the Reconquista.
At the top of the facade the date of its foundation is recorded: 1539. This work has been attributed to Sebastián de Alcántara, one of the most outstanding disciples of Diego de Siloé. In 1917, the Castril palace was acquired by arabist and orientalist Leopoldo Eguílaz y Yanguas to make it a definitive location of the Archaeological Museum of Granada.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Castril_Palace
There is also an old legend about the building, dating back to the time when it was inhabited in Arab times, which refers to a mysterious lady in white who appears from time to time, the result of a misunderstanding between the father of a beautiful girl who lived in the building and her supposed lover, which triggered the father's fury and subsequently led to her hanging and walling herself up on the side balcony of the building. On this blind balcony one can read a slogan that reads: "Waiting for heaven's justice", which could refer to "waiting for heaven's justice", probably related to the words that the supposed lover uttered before being hanged.
A few of my highly esteemed contacts have recently taken to publicly shaming and embarrassing me in front of God and everyone in the Flickr universe by suggesting that my photos had consistently become too dark. (You know who you are!)
Looking back, they are probably correct, my justification twofold:
1) I am a huge fan of the Hudson River artists and they tend to be "darkish" resulting in a conscious (or subconscious) effort to mimic them, however ineffectively; 2) More likely and with far less pretentiousness, I found a new processing thing which has obviously taken over my initial click.
For those of you who have endured this period of dreary output, I appreciate both your forebearance and your loyalty. I understand that the world today needs some brightening for cripes sake, so here is an attempt to lighten things up a bit, along with a promise that I'll make every attempt to avoid such ruts in the future. As always, public humiliation and brutal criticism is something I eagerly anticipate as insightful in my continuing efforts to try to please, and I encourage continued exposure of my shortcomings.
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[Ed.Note: As I have occasionally had some "misunderstandings" with my sense of humor, I reckon I should add that this entry is totally "tongue-in-cheek"...or for those that don't understand that, sarcastic. In other words, not to be taken seriously.]
I Failed My Audition As Romeo Due To Misunderstanding Over Stage Direction.
My Copy Of The Script Said:
'Enter Juliet From The Rear'
Am 30. Juni 2019 wurde von Kombiverkehr anläßlich des 50-jährigen Firmenjubiläums eine schöne Aktion ins Leben gerufen. Als Sonderleistung wurde ein DGS 69050 von München Ost Rangierbahnhof nach Frankfurt Main (Ost) UBF eingelgt. Dabei handelte es sich um einen 540 Meter langen Zug, der mit 35 verschiedenen Sattelaufliegern, Tankcontainern und Wechselbehältern der besten Kunden von Kombiverkehr beladen war. Passend bespannt wurde dieser von der extra für diesen Anlass in einem Jubiläumsdesign gestalteten 139 135. Dahinter lief die ohnehin im Kombiverkehr-Design gehaltene 185 665 kalt mit. Der Zug wurde auf seinem Laufweg naturgemäß von vielen Fotografen und Trainspottern erwartet. Eines der ersten Bilder der gelungenen Aktion konnte ich am Einschnitt am Nockherberg in München anfertigen. Ein inzwischen historisches kurioses Detail am Rande war die Beschriftung der 139 135 an diesem Tage. Im Vorfeld kam es zu einem Mißverständnis mit dem Modelleisenbahnhersteller Piko, welcher ein Modell der Lok als 139 310 auf den Markt bringen möchte. Als Lösung wurde die 139 135 kurzerhand an Front und Seite mit einer großen "310" versehen...
On 30 June 2019, Kombiverkehr launched a nice campaign on the occasion of the company's 50th anniversary. As a special service, freight train DGS 69050 from Munich East shunting yard to Frankfurt Main (East) UBF was put into service. It was a 540 metre long train loaded with 35 different semi-trailers, tank containers and swap bodies of the best customers of Kombiverkehr. It was suitably hauled by 139 135, which was specially designed for this occasion in an anniversary design. Lokomotion's 185 665, which is already kept in Kombiverkehr's design, ran cold behind it. Of course it was awaited on its way by many photographers and trainspotters. One of the first pictures of the successful event was taken at the Nockherberg in Munich. A meanwhile historical curious detail was the lettering of the 139 135 on this day. In the foreground there was a misunderstanding with the model railway manufacturer Piko, who wants to bring a model of the locomotive as 139 310 onto the market. As a solution the 139 135 was equipped with a large "310" on front and side...
Happy I could frame this moment with Luce spreading her wings, just about to take off. This is the conclusive photo of my shooting as, after this frame, the entire Family decided the posing was concluded and begun to fly around in my studio.
By clicking twice the zoom function, you will see them about twice their actual size. Advise: to rate a macro as well as a close-up in all its details, the photo should be attentively watched and magnified from a PC desktop, never from small screens of tablets nor from even tinier screens as smartphones...And, oh boys, if you don't watch a picture from a large monitor, you will never notice nor realize how many errors there can be in an apparently fine pic, included editing mistakes!
Notice for the viewers: there is a technical misunderstanding I think on photos that are surrounded by a solid colour space, like, in my case, the black background. This does definitely NOT prevent the photo to be a close-up or a macro* (*even if Not academically meant). In this, for instance, the parrots appear double their real size and, although I humbly tend to define it as a close-up, it is by all means a macro, no matter if the subjects don't completely fill the space. Surrounding them with black (true existing background, no cropping) is my original way to naturally obtain a more balanced image for the eyes and to avoid to frame my photos with inelegant thick black or white frames.
Furthermore, since my parrots belong to the Nature, I tend to rarely photograph them close to man-made objects preferring, instead, natural displays like trunks or branches that are those where my parrots usually rest and play, free in situ in their usual environment!
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Excerpt from en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ry%C5%8Dan-ji:
Ryōan-ji (Shinjitai: 竜安寺, Kyūjitai: 龍安寺, The Temple of the Dragon at Peace) is a Zen temple located in northwest Kyoto, Japan. It belongs to the Myōshin-ji school of the Rinzai branch of Zen Buddhism. The Ryōan-ji garden is considered one of the finest surviving examples of kare-sansui ("dry landscape"), a refined type of Japanese Zen temple garden design generally featuring distinctive larger rock formations arranged amidst a sweep of smooth pebbles (small, carefully selected polished river rocks) raked into linear patterns that facilitate meditation. The temple and its gardens are listed as one of the Historic Monuments of Ancient Kyoto, and as a UNESCO World Heritage Site.
The temple's name is synonymous with the temple's famous Zen garden, the karesansui (dry landscape) rock garden, thought to have been built in the late 15th century.
The garden is a rectangle of 248 square meters (2,670 square feet), twenty-five meters by ten meters. Placed within it are fifteen stones of different sizes, carefully composed in five groups; one group of five stones, two groups of three, and two groups of two stones. The stones are surrounded by white gravel, which is carefully raked each day by the monks. The only vegetation in the garden is some moss around the stones.
The garden is meant to be viewed from a seated position on the veranda of the hōjō, the residence of the abbot of the monastery. The stones are placed so that the entire composition cannot be seen at once from the veranda.
The wall behind the garden is an important element of the garden. It is made of clay, which has been stained by age with subtle brown and orange tones. In 1977, the tile roof of the wall was restored with tree bark to its original appearance. When the garden was rebuilt in 1799, it came up higher than before and a view over the wall to the mountain scenery behind came about. At present this view is blocked by trees.
The garden had particular significance for the composer John Cage, who composed a series of works and made visual art works based on it.
Like any work of art, the artistic garden of Ryōan-ji is also open to interpretation or research into possible meanings. Many different theories have been put forward inside and outside Japan about what the garden is supposed to represent, from islands in a stream, a tiger family crossing a river, mountain peaks, to theories about secrets of geometry or the rules of equilibrium of odd numbers. Garden historian Gunter Nitschke wrote: "The garden at Ryōan-ji does not symbolize anything, or more precisely, to avoid any misunderstanding, the garden of Ryōan-ji does not symbolize, nor does it have the value of reproducing a natural beauty that one can find in the real or mythical world. I consider it to be an abstract composition of 'natural' objects in space, a composition whose function is to incite meditation."
We are born alone, live alone and die alone. The solitude is our true nature, but we are not aware of it. Because we are not aware, we remain strangers to ourselves, and instead of seeing our solitude as a great beauty and bliss, silence and peace, a feeling at ease with existence, the loneliness and misunderstand.
Loneliness is a solitude misinterpreted. And once misinterpreting your aloneness as loneliness, the whole context changes. The solitude has a beauty and magnificence, positivity, loneliness is poor, negative, dark and gloomy.
Loneliness is a gap. Something is missing, something is needed to fill it and nothing can ever fill it, because, firstly, it is a misunderstanding. As you age, the gap is also larger. People are so afraid of being left to themselves they do any kind of stupidity. I saw people playing cards alone, without partners. We invented games in which the same person plays cards on both sides.
Those who knew the solitude say something completely different. They say there is nothing more beautiful, more serene, more pleasant than being alone.
The average person insists on trying to forget his loneliness, and the meditator becomes more and more familiar with his solitude. He left the world, went to the caves, the mountains, the forest, only to be alone. He wonders who he is. In the crowd is difficult, there are so many disruptions ... And those who knew their aloneness met most of the beatitudes possible to humans, because its very being is blessed.
After tune into your aloneness, you can relate. So, your relationship will bring great joy to you, because it does not happen out of fear. When you find your solitude, you can create, may be involved in many things as you wish, because this involvement will no longer run away from yourself. Now it is your expression, it is the manifestation of all that is potential.
However, knowing the basics is entirely his solitude.
So remember you do not confuse solitude with loneliness. Loneliness is certainly unhealthy, the solitude is perfect health. Your first and most fundamental step toward finding meaning and purpose of life is to enter his solitude. It is your temple, where he lives is his God, and you can not find this anywhere else in the temple.
OSHO, The Golden Future, # 6
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Nascemos sós, vivemos sós e morremos sós. A solitude é nossa verdadeira natureza, mas não estamos cientes dela. Por não estarmos cientes, permanecemos estranhos a nós mesmos e, em vez de vermos nossa solitude como uma imensa beleza e bem-aventurança, silêncio e paz, um estar à vontade com a existência, a interpretamos erroneamente como solidão.
A solidão é uma solitude mal interpretada. E uma vez interpretando mal sua solitude como solidão, todo o contexto muda. A solitude tem uma beleza e uma imponência, uma positividade; a solidão é pobre, negativa, escura, melancólica.
A solidão é uma lacuna. Algo está faltando, algo é necessário para preenchê-la e nada jamais pode preenchê-la, porque, em primeiro lugar, ela é um mal entendido. À medida que você envelhece, a lacuna também fica maior. As pessoas têm tanto medo de ficarem consigo mesmas que fazem qualquer tipo de estupidez. Vi pessoas jogando baralho sozinhas, sem parceiros. Foram inventados jogos em que a mesma pessoa joga cartas dos dois lados.
Aqueles que conheceram a solitude dizem algo completamente diferente. Eles dizem que não existe nada mais belo, mais sereno, mais agradável do que estar só.
A pessoa comum insiste em tentar se esquecer de sua solidão, e o meditador começa a ficar mais e mais familiarizado com sua solitude. Ele deixou o mundo, foi para as cavernas, para as montanhas, para a floresta, apenas para ficar só. Ele deseja saber quem ele é. Na multidão é difícil; existem tantas perturbações... E aqueles que conheceram suas solitudes conheceram a maior das bem-aventuranças possíveis aos seres humanos, porque seu verdadeiro ser é bem-aventurado.
Após entrar em sintonia com sua solitude, você pode se relacionar. Então, seu relacionamento trará grandes alegrias a você, porque ele não acontecerá a partir do medo. Ao encontrar sua solitude, você pode criar, pode se envolver em tantas coisas quanto quiser, porque esse envolvimento não será mais fugir de si mesmo. Agora, ele será a sua expressão, será a manifestação de tudo o que é seu potencial.
Porém, o básico é conhecer inteiramente sua solitude.
Assim, lembro a você, não confunda solitude com solidão. A solidão certamente é doentia; a solitude é perfeita saúde. Seu primeiro e mais fundamental passo em direção a encontrar o significado e o sentido da vida é entrar em sua solitude. Ela é seu templo, é onde vive seu Deus, e você não pode encontrar esse templo em nenhum outro lugar.
OSHO, The Golden Future, # 6
Sandwich Bay
I gave up on trying to photograph this Stonechat because it kept luring me further and further away from my intended direction, so I set back off towards my car. It flew across the corner of the field and landed on this post just in front of me - so I took some shots in the end!
I was just trying to work out why the RSPB lists Stonechat as Saxicola torquata and everywhere else seems to use Saxicola rubicola. According to Wikipedia (all I've had time to search at the moment) In the past, the European stonechat was generally considered conspecific with the Siberian stonechat and African stonechat, lumped together as common stonechat S. torquatus. A 2002 study using mtDNA cytochrome b sequences and nuclear DNA microsatellite fingerprinting evidence strongly supported their separation into distinct species. Due to a misunderstanding of the rules of Zoological nomenclature, for a short time the name S. torquatus was erroneously used for the European stonechat rather than the African stonechat.
What do you get, when you fall in love? A guy with a pin, to burst your bubble, that's what you get for all your trouble. What do you get, when you kiss a guy? You get enough germs, to catch pneumonia. After you do, he'll never phone you. What do you get, when you fall in love? You get enough tears, to fill an ocean, that's what you get for your devotion. What do you get, when you fall in love? You only get lies and pain and sorrow. Don't tell me what is all about, 'cause I've been there and I'm glad I'm out of those chains, that bined me. So I'll never fall in love again!
The Cove - Maddy (Store)
ATTENTION! Due to the fact, that this is an art work, what you see can be radically different from the original. And in order to avoid misunderstandings, please see the original before purchase!
The Cove - Maddy (Original)
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Have we completely lost our way? All I see and read is hate, confrontation, war, violence, and total misunderstanding!
Don't we teach our children and grandchildren about love, caring, respect, responsibility, understanding, having the ability to reach mutual, peaceful, and reasonable solutions for everyone? It is time to stop the hate, selfishness, greed, and glee in promoting discord. And the political blame game is making things worse! It is time for the Legislative, Executive, and Judicial branches of government to work together to make this country better, a place for us all to be proud of. Stop the bickering, and avoiding your responsibilities, and start the real work of looking for positive solutions for all.
Love is the only way for us to live and survive!!! And when we all realize this we will be in a much better place. At the rate we are going, we won't be here much longer!
Wake up everyone, we all belong to the human family and we should all be looking out for ALL of us and teaching our children and grandchildren to do so as well.
I am sorry my Flickr friends but I find it incredible that it is almost impossible to read or listen about positive happenings and even if one might believe they are not happening, they are we just have to focus on the positive.
I sincerely hope and pray for change for the better and SOON!
Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! ❤️ ❤️❤️
Schloss Diepenbrock Barlo / Bocholt
Das schöne Schloss mit seinen Nebengebäuden befindet sich in Privatbesitz.
Ein Gespräch mit den überaus netten Schlossherren hilft, Missverständnisse bezüglich des Betretens des Geländes und das fotografieren zu vermeiden. Des Weiteren erfährt man im Gespräch viele interessante Informationen zum Schloss. Zum Abschluss einer kleinen Runde kann man, in der zum Schlossgelände gehörenden Gastronomie, Kaffee und Kuchen geniessen.
Weitere Informationen:
de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schloss_Diepenbrock
Diepenbrock Castle Barlo / Bocholt
This beautiful castle and its outbuildings are privately owned.
A chat with the extremely friendly lord of the castle helps to avoid misunderstandings about entering the grounds and taking photographs. You will also learn a lot of interesting information about the castle during the conversation. At the end of the tour, you can enjoy coffee and cake in the castle's catering facilities.
Further information can be found at
like it? you can own it!
really? wait a minute! not so fast! you once tried to sell me the brooklyn bridge!
that? a slight misunderstanding. however, this one is priced unbelievably low.
no way! you're a fraud! anyway, it's the wrong color.
but a trifle! it was meant for you!
you really think so?
just sign here. you'll be very happy.
well, if you're sure.
I've never been more sure in my life.
I'm thinking. . . red. or maybe cornflower blue. to match my eyes. what do you think?
exquisite taste. do you have any larger bills? these 20s just weigh me down.
The ancient Greeks were naked or rode on horseback, nor, even approximately, looked like an idealized images. Judging by the average Greek osteoarheološkom material was a stocky, robust, relatively short legs.
How, then, the Greek art defines a man? Aristophanes legendary winners of the marathon describes: smooth chest, bright skin, big shoulders, a short tongue, a big butt and a small penis (Clouds, 1011-13). The man was naked, a woman, until the beginning of Hellenism Praksitela and mostly dressed. Only with a few exceptions, all the Greek artists, and all the ancient authors who wrote about nijma men. Greek world, as we know it today, is a male world, and the state, the polis, the patriarchal concept of involving only adult congenital men. Publicly displayed works of art, especially sculpture and architecture are much more addressing the man, but a woman. All of this points to one, relationship between the audience and watched in Greek art becomes the relationship between Erastus and eromena, beloved and lover, in which the sculpture (or pictures) eromen, junior partner in a homosexual relationship, which is passive, perhaps, accentuated reduced penis . Does this mean that Partenonski frieze procession desirable homosexual partners? Worth it just for the tens of thousands of kouros, a sculpture of naked boys who are like tombstones stood all over the Greek world? It is obvious that we can not Greek construction of corporeality and sexuality measure today's standards, but the affinity that our culture is shown to the classics (Twentieth Century, however, follows the trend of abandonment of traditional forms) are not missed. Later, we see that there, although there is a huge gap of misunderstanding, many points of contact between modern and Greek civil taste.
When we talk about the relationship of the human body, with all their needs, and cultural norms, are talking also about how integration in society. The basic form of the Greek society is distinct homosocijalnost, and for the Greek polis, we can rightly say that the men's club, while all other social groups condemned the segregation (women, foreigners), or completely off (the slaves). Unlike the Eastern civilizations, where distant and invisible to authorities govern the lives of its subjects, the polis, which is completely independent and self-sufficient entity, a man (man) becomes visible, palpable agent in the creation of the state. However, this task is not easy. Greek soldier, farmer or tradesman, a voter, a full-fledged citizen, all in one. Tensions emerged that many contradictory roles that the Greeks had to exercise can be felt in the description of the Athenian demos from around 400 BC AD: capricious, choleric, unjust, inconstant, but also accommodating, compassionate, sympathetic, boastful, conceited, humble, gentle and wild, all in one. (Gas NH 35th 69) Not surprisingly, therefore, that neither Plato nor Aristotle placed him in a democracy are not desirable and equitable social order.
The woman was in the polis became the antithesis of a positive, active, male principle. At the Parthenon on the two places could see the struggle of the Greeks against the dangerous female troupe, the Amazons (the metopes and the Athena's shield), while in the temple, on the podium Athens Partenos there view of creating the first woman, Pandora, which, as we have learned from Hesiod, gods created as an evil for men. The final showdown with the role and position of women in Athenian society has been registered on the mythological level, the story about the trial of Orestes, murderer of the mother. The lawsuit was Apollos' argument prevailed, thanks to Athena's casting vote, that the woman just groove in which a man throws seed, and that she does not play a role in inheritance and does not determine the future no man. Orestes is, therefore, solely responsible father as a single parent. However, when you mention all the art and mythology of all, we know that these are fields in which most reflects the state ideology. The role of women in Greek society was hidden, but very important, as today in some areas of the Mediterranean. But what we are currently most interested in is to be very long portrayed women as revised (incomplete) man, and that odjevenost its natural state. It seems that the show (and show), femininity was particularly limited, and that is seen as subversive in a strictly male polis.
The fundamental tension that permeates the polis and who is much involved in the construction of Greek mythology, literature and culture in general, the conflict of the individual and authority, and desire and the law. Characteristically, the civil society of equal to the materialism and competitiveness rises ambitious and egotistical individual who lust for the material is transformed into the desire for all the pleasures available to him. Greeks see such a symposium, spree that has become a central ritual of civic life, where the drinking and the competition in elegance and wisdom of engaging in all possible sexual pleasures. Quite different is the Greek who walks under the heavy weapons as part of a faceless phalanx. Pressed and pushed the bodies completely lost personality, and the only thing left is his awareness of obedience to the strict requirements of the battleship row, which only he can ensure survival. His body, which plays a central role in his worldview, it is now part of a large body of the polis, and above it no longer has any power. When Plato says: What in fact what most people call it peace (...) is just empty words, and things are by nature all of the state (polis) in nenaviještenom constant war with all countries. (Laws 626-a), does this mean that peace is an unnatural, perhaps even more dangerous state of war? It is obvious that the constant uncertainty of war has a strong role in the cohesion policy. Uniformed and hardly moving phalanx carries a clear message to the necessity of unity and submission to the community.
Have You ever been thinking about the word
"Sorry"
🎶Sorry seems to be the hardest word🎶
But sometimes it's just too easy a word to use
You can hide behind it
Conceal what actually happened
So you don't have to explain
And the recipient may interpret what happened totally wrong
Because there were no communication
It can end relationships because of misunderstandings, it can strengthen them because of the growth - that is if you manage to talk it through
Life can be a bit too exciting some times, can't it
18:32] Charles Noble chuckled "Ta be jolly, fa la la la la " he said, not singing, speaking each lyric slowly and deadpan. he cracked his neck loudly and put his hand to her shoulder and then turned away from her facing in the opposite direction urging her forwards, his eyes focused on sable and narrowed, he put his hand to his gaunlet and stopped in his tracks, pressing the buttons on the pda, as an image that was sent to him a few weeks ago flashed upon the screen, he clucked his tounge slowly, dropping his hand from guins shoulder "Wait here " he said lowly as he headed towards sable "Say...ain yo ston's gal" he said canting his head to one side "Need ta ask ya sumptin" he said with a tilt of the head to the alley just off to the side.
[18:35] Guinevere Fouroux raises both eyebrows, the smile not fading, but a hint of concern creeping into it nonetheless. She doesn't even notice the neck cracking, which would normally drive her nuts. She doesn't protest as he guides her forward, watching him over her shoulder until she can't any longer, stopping when he does. At his whisper, she glances over, catching sight of the girl whose name she -still- doesn't know. "Ohkaaay," she says slowly, staying right where she is as he moves over over to talk to her. She can only catch a few words, enough to pique her curiosity.
[18:36] Sable Levee looking up at the big male still as not knowing him would just smirk thinking he be looking for some fun. Rocking back on heels just nods her head," ya I am.." golden eyes shifting toward the other female for an moment before back to the male, Seeing him indicate moving to the alley moves to walk in that direction. Body pulsing still from the drugs as hips sway side to side
[18:39] Charles Noble reached inside his pocket and looked down to it, catching sables eye as if to suggest he had something in there that she would want, he followed her into the alley way he moved out of sight of the street hidden behind the pillar ,he nodded to infront of him , so she too would move out of view "Stand thar " he said looking around, dun wan no one ta see this..." he said glancing to the pocket once more "I'm chuck, owner of tha four horsemen, got somptin har for ston from me okay? want ya ta pass it on"
[18:44] Sable Levee golden eyes already dilated as she just sways once smelling of resent sex looks deep into the males eyes. Soft lips curled into an smirk as knows the bar he is refering toward. Petite frame standing before him as being curious looks him over caughting sight of the shinny toy he has stapped to wrist wanting it. " what ya gots?.." voice soft and slightly slurred at the moment as mind is slow to process things
[18:46] Charles Noble chuckled "Oh somptin ah think he's been wantin, well "he leaned forwards conspirtorially "From his behavior ah reckon he wants it anyhow..."he slowly drew a closed fist from his pocket holding it towards her gut, he uncurled his fingers to reveal an empty hand, he waited for her hazy state to process the hand was empty, eyes locking onto hers, with a faint hint of a smile there. "Get it?" he asked
[18:46] Guinevere Fouroux steps to one side, peering into the shadows where Charles and the girl had gone. She presses her lips together, curiosity only deepening, but she can't hear from here. With a quiet huff, she glances over at the stranger to her left, and gives him a quick, almost sheepish smile.
[18:50] Sable Levee delicate face frowns even as cheeks are still flushed short hair clinging along them as eyes look down to the males large hand, Thought just drifting for an moment wondering how they would feel along her flesh, Before it registers that the hand he holds before her is empty. Confused as is hard for her at the moment," ya want me to give him nothing from ya?.."
[18:52] Charles Noble looked down to the empty hand then back to her eyes . He smirked "Nah, I want ya to give him this" with that he drew his hand back quickly then threw it towards her stomach clenching his fingers at the last moment, a steamtrain of punch aimed right at her gut.
[18:53] Jeffery Nubalo would look over at Guin as she would try to see what the man who had left with Sable was doing and would give her a nod glancing down to his pda in hand "Curious about something?" talking in a low voice to prevent Charles form hearing him "I am more than sure he would tell you what he is speaking to her about" giving her a small frown "Though your snooping does seem to implicate that you do not believe he will tell you" shurgging his shoulder "Though I am sure you could get quite curious while waiting" and would look back down at his pda
[18:55] Sable Levee surprised as she would just grunt the air being knocked from her lungs. Petite frame doubling over as struggles to breath, panting. Feeling the pain along midsection as can not speak at first,' what... what the fuck ..' as leans arms wrapped to middle
[18:57] Charles Noble reached down and made a grab for her hair , attempting to yank her head back, he would also attempt to place his palm to her mouth as he delivered the following. "Ya got tha fuckin message righ?make sure ya deliver..ya tell him who, and where ta find me...a discription too..jes ta make fuckin sure..." he snarled "Ya get it, or ya want me ta give ya tha full fuckin message?"
[18:57] Guinevere Fouroux blinks at the man a few times. "I'm not snooping!" she protests. And she wasn't. Snooping implies finding something. "I was just...curious. That's all. I'm sure he'll tell me if it's important." She says that with more confidence than she feels, but deliberately leans back, looking everywhere -except- into the alley.
[19:01] Jeffery Nubalo looks back up at her and raises an eyebrow "You are not? Then you must excuse me, by your actions of trying to look into the alley as discreetly as possibly, I had take form it that you were" glancing to the alley and back to her "Though I am sure you would be above that" giving her a small smile
[19:02] Sable Levee face flushed ever more as finger grip along hair she would attempt to bite down along his fingers when hand is pressed along mouth, Gasping out an," fuck ya.." still skimming high as sure to be an bruise formed to belly squirms twisting her body
[19:04] Guinevere Fouroux's presses her lips together, and sniffs indignantly at the man, heat touching her cheeks in embarrassment. "Well, perhaps you shouldn't spend so much effort watching what I'm doing, then." Her arms wrap more tightly around her, and her back straightens. "No more misunderstandings."
[19:07] Jeffery Nubalo gives her a small frown "Well I am unsure who had the misunderstanding, but I am good at noticing what goes on around me while I work. It is my job" taking a step towards her "Though when you happen to be free from you companion, I would be more than happy to purchase you a drink"
[19:07] Charles Noble pushed his hand forwards against her mouth, pushing her towards the wall trapping her head tween his palm and the wall, pushing hard, the presure would soon be felt as if her head were inside a vice as he gradually increased the presure he leaned forwards and whispered "This is where smart pays off, " he said tween gritted teeth "I've flushed bigger turds than you girl do not piss me off. ah suggest when ya wake up, ya deliver tha message post fuckin haste" he then reached up to her hair once more and grabbed at her mop of hair, attempting once more to grip it , he would yank her head forwards then slam the back of her head against the concrete pillar
[19:12] Sable Levee draws in an deep breath as large hand comes to curl fully along her mouth the peircing cutting to lips and face. Squirming still as the ingested drugs make her react as feeling the grip of hand to hair once more. Hears the male growled words as golden eyes flashing another fuck ya look just before with an slam of head to concrete little Sable is out for the count. Body limp as dangles there for as long as he hold her pinned upwads along the piller
[19:13] Guinevere Fouroux arches a brow, curious again, though this doesn't require peering into alleys. "And just what is your job?" she asks as he steps toward her, ignoring the bit about misunderstandings. "That's very kind of you," she says politely, and musters up a polite smile again. "Though I don't imagine my... companion will be much longer." This time she does glance toward the alley, a bit worried, though what the tiny, half-naked woman might do to Charles, she can't imagine.
[19:17] Charles Noble tilted his head to one side, and then the other slowly looking her over, feeling her go limp, he held her there for a few moments before letting her slide down the pillar into darkness, his lip twitched, he lurched towards her body for a moment, before pulling himself back, he inhaled a deep breath then stepped out into the street, his expression immediately changing to a composed smiling individual, he nodded over to guin "All done har, lets go get a drink he beamed and nodded to Jeffey he called back into the alley jovially to the unconscious sable "Al right darlin, catch ya later " he said with a light laugh, as if she were fully awake and enjoying their secret togther " he batted his hand at the alley and shook his head slowly then offered his arm to guin. "c'mon" he said in a low friendly whisper.
[19:17] Jeffery Nubalo gives her a nod "I do not believe he will be much longer as well. He would not want to leave a female like yourself alone for long. If at sometime you happen to be free though, I would be happy to discuss my job with you" pulling out a card from his jacket and would prop it slightly out for her to take it "Though I must say I am normally in a more 'jovial' mood, though recent events have left me not in one of the best moods" giving her a smile
[19:22] Guinevere Fouroux reaches out for his card, glancing down at it just as Charles steps back out into the alley. His cheery farewell to the girl makes her wrinkle her nose a little, and she turns back to Jeffrey with a more obvious smile. "I'm sorry to hear that... hopefully I will catch you in a better mood soon, then." She looks up at Charles as he offers her his arm, but just before taking it, she looks to Jeffrey and inclines her head. "It was very nice to meet you. I hope to see you again soon." Then she threads her arm through Charles', squeezing a little at his whisper. "Drink it is," she murmurs.
There is West Lake scenic area in Hangzhou city.and the bronze pagoda what you seen was created by the great bronze artist,Zhu Bingren（朱炳仁）。you have seen his amazing handcrafts in my Hangzhou series.Enjoy it again,
You can see Loong boat （龙舫）too,
I use Loong 龙 in English here, the accent is same as long.I don't use dragon to express this fetish.You know.龙 ，Loong is Chinese totem,In Chinese traditional culture,Loong is full of grace and power,It can bring good luck and happiness to the people.In ancient time ,the emperors kept Loong as their private fortune.the folks was forbidden to use anything that related to Loong.The emperors called themself as the son of the Loong.It means he had blue blood.As time goes by,Loong becomes Chinese symbol against.It simbolizes the indonitable manhood that stays in the cockles of the heart.
It is different to dragon.
In western culture, dragon is the aggresive beast,It has a long neck and two wings,and dragon is the evil in Bible .But Loong doesn't have wings ,they are not the same thing.Maybe there is some misunderstanding between different culture backgrounds.