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POINT OF AYRE
ILE DE MAN
The main light at Point of Ayre was established in 1818, but some 70 years later it was found necessary to build an additional small light tower some 250 yards seaward from the main tower. Due to continuous gravel build-up, this tower moved a further 250ft seaward in 1951, and now stands out on the gravel bank. This light is referred to as the "Winkie".
Le phare principal de Point of Ayre a Ć©tĆ© Ć©tabli en 1818, mais quelque 70 ans plus tard, il a Ć©tĆ© jugĆ© nĆ©cessaire de construire une petite tour de phare supplĆ©mentaire Ć environ 250 mĆØtres au large de la tour principale. En raison de l'accumulation continue de gravier, cette tour s'est dĆ©placĆ©e de 250 pieds supplĆ©mentaires vers la mer en 1951 et se distingue maintenant sur le banc de gravier. Cette lumiĆØre est appelĆ©e "Winkie".
He spoke English and became the opening for my photos of the emigrants from Senegal. When they realized that they were getting the pictures I was taking of them, so that they could send them to the family in Africa, they willingly volunteered for photography.
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Entre mans hi tinc l'enginy
No serveix per llaurar la terra
no conrea els camps d'ordi
ni tan sols per netejar el bosc
Entre mans tinc el meu enginy
Ara premo el botĆ³
DesprƩs miro i torno a observar
L'entorn no s'ha bellugat
No passa ni un alĆØ d'aire
perĆ² fa fred, sobretot a les mans.
Entre mans tinc la meva ventura.
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Ai mon esperit dins mas mans
Es pas de servici per laurar la tĆØrra
Conrea pas los camps d'Ć²rdi
Ni mai per desbarrassar lo bĆ²sc
Ai mon esperit dins mas mans
Ara quisi lo boton
PuĆØi agachi e torni observar
L'entorn s'es pas bolegat
Pas un buf d'aire passa
Mas fa freg, subretot dins mas mans.
Ai ma fortuna dins mas mans.
think twice ...
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"Walk Like an Egyptian" from the album Different Light.
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The phrase and the day and the scene harmonized in a chord. Words. Was it their colours? He allowed them to glow and fade, hue after hue: sunrise gold, the russet and green of apple orchards, azure of waves, the greyfringed fleece of clouds.
No it was not their colours: it was the poise and balance of the period itself. Did he then love the rhythmic rise and fall of words better than their associations of legend and colour?
Or was it that, being as weak of sight as he was shy of mind, he drew less pleasure from the reflection of the glowing sensible world through the prism of a language manycoloured and richly storied than from the contemplation of an inner world of individual emotions mirrored perfectly in a lucid supple periodic prose of colour ...
James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
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A thought for all those who left. For you, who 3 years ago decided that you had to say goodbye. To you, who is always in my heart, my memories, you who gave me the basics of life. I always think of you, you are forever in my heart. I wanted to translate it not a photo of the metaverse.