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The boat mill in Kolárovo in the south-west of Slovakia is the last existing specimen of the floating mill and the only boat mill in Slovakia. The mill houses the Boat Miller's Museum.
The mill stands next to the dead arm of the river Dunaj. It floats on two parallel anchored boats. It is the reconstructed version of the boat mill made by the company Slovenské lodenice in Komárno in 1982 following the design of the former boat mill that existed in Radvaň nad Dunajom, only boats it floats on are bigger than the original ones.
The mill is theoretically functional but in reality it cannot work on stationary water. The mill serves now as a little historic exhibition. The petrol aggregate from the turn of the 19thand 20th centuries is one of its interesting exhibits. It is reminiscent of a locomotive and allegedly it is one of the first mechanisms that existed in the world and was used for manufacture of fishing nets.
Макро с объективом Schneider Kreuznach Componon-S 50mm F/2.8 в прямом положении с геликоидом. Диафрагма f\11, стэкинг 9 кадров, HDR
We had a shooting assignment in my camera club to do a photo series, with some limits. The required limit was using the same focal length in all images. The other one I chose was "in camera double exposure."
I have gone through a lot of emotional ups and downs in the past several weeks, and decided to do self portraits to convey my feelings, emotions and vulnerabilities.
So there are six in the series. I used my Lensbaby Velvet 56, and with each double exposure, I also moved while the shutter was open to create more of an abstract effect. I will be posting them, interspersed with my other posts.
#1 in Self Portrait series
One of my artworks from the Exhibition FRAGMENTS showed at our new Gallery THE EDGE.
The poem by Eli Medier makes it talk, ty Eli :)
"No more dreams
lead now I am
anchored to the ground
by gray children
of gray ideologies
of power and death
I live in a separate reality
spend my days
to count the days
I aspire to heaven
and sink into the abyss
Nothing more distinguishable
trapped now
in this semblance
deceptive of life
I float in hyperbolic spaces
negative geometries
the existence curve
on the infinite limit circle
I find a crack
and disperse in myriads
of subtle vibrations
Diaphanous strings
envelop me
in narrow universes
The heart dries up
with rigorous metrics
We are peripheral numbers
sobs of ancient gods
indifferent anthropophages
Inhuman tangential presences
mark the solitude
of incomprehensible absences
Forced into this garden
multitude of fools
we are in labels
of white coats
Imperfect mechanisms
aspirants to human
Our disease
is in a divine folder
an irrevocable judgment"
© Eli Medier
Thanks to our friends Inara and Oema for their kind attention :)
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Thanks to skagitrenee for the source image which you can see in the first comment box below or here: flic.kr/p/Ksq3qq
Ponts Couverts in the la Petite France district of Strasbourg, France.
They are a set of three bridges and four towers that make up a defensive work erected in the 13th century on the River Ill. The three bridges cross the four river channels of the River Ill that flow through Strasbourg's historic Petite France quarter.
Construction commenced in 1230, and they were opened in 1250. As a defensive mechanism, they were superseded by the Barrage Vauban, just upstream, in 1690, but remained in use as bridges. As built, each of the bridges was covered by a wooden roof that served to protect the defenders who would have been stationed on them in time of war. These roofs were removed in 1784, but name Ponts Couverts (covered bridges) has remained in common use ever since.
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Sundance will typically start his marathon nap with all appendages tucked in his bed. However, if one comes near a back paw will pop out and extend apparently an effort to prevent his being disturbed.
Always makes me smile.
Happy Caturday!!
For 3/28/2020 Happy Caturday Group theme "Makes Me Smile".
Wishing wellness to all and continue to be safe.
I like to think, and many Hebraic scholars attest, that God the Creator sang the creation into being, that Creation is more about poetic utterances of love rather than about industrial efficiency, a mechanism for being, as many Western commentators may assume.
-Art and Faith A THEOLOGY OF MAKING Makoto Fujimura Foreword by
N. T. WRIGHT
moving-coil meter - Current through a coil creates a temporary magnetic field around the coil that repels the magnetic field created by the permanent magnet causing a needle to move across a scale.
taken with my new TAMRON SP
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Detail altes Uhrwerk einer Turmuhr 19./20. Jahrhundert.
Detail of an old clockwork of a tower clock 19th/20th century.
Osmeteria, or stink horns, are an active defense mechanism of the swallowtail family. In the case of the Anise Swallowtails, in my yard, they didn't extend the horns when in contact with another caterpillar or if i touched them on the head. The only time they extended the osmeteria was when they brushed against a new section of fennel. This made it a bit tough to get the horns in focus, because the fennel was usually covering the head.
The texture of the osmeteria can be seen in light box.
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If man is only a fact, if he is inevitably limited by the mechanism of the external reality, then let him seek not anything greater than natural reality, let him ‘eat, drink, and be merry.’ … A man, however, does not wish to be a mere fact, to be only a phenomenon; in this unwillingness is already a hint that actually he is not a mere fact, that he is not a phenomenon only, but something greater.
-Vladimir Solovyev, Lectures on Godmanhood (London: Dennis Dobson, 1948), 81.