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The Jesuits arrived in Brazil and thought they would be making a great charity converting to Christian religion the true owners of the land....
Statue in Maranhão Square, downtown. Belém. Pará.
I was going to do a 365, but i know i'd never be able to accomplish that. So then i thought i'd do a 100 day challenge. But i've decided not too! :D I will try to add photos more often though!
I love this song, it's soo cute. I haven't heard it in a million years though! It just got stuck in my head, and i don't know how!!
I was trying to focus on the evergreen needles to get some blue bokeh in the background and this happened. I like it but I probably couldn't reproduce it if I tried.
Friday = BLUE
Color My World Daily
We took a drive to Sumner on Good Friday as it was such a beautiful day. Sumner is a short drive from the city. This shot was taken on top of Scarborough hill looking over towards Taylors Mistake, March 29, 2013 Christchurch NZ.
Te Onepoto / Taylors Mistake is a locality in New Zealand, at the south eastern extremity of Christchurch city. Taylors Mistake is a bay adjacent to the locality, on the north side of Godley Head, on the northern edge of Banks Peninsula.
The name Te Onepoto / Taylors Mistake is one of New Zealand's dual placenames. The Māori portion, Te Onepoto, means short or little beach. For the English portion, the Lyttelton Times in 1865 said it was "originally called Vincent's Bay, and more recently Taylors Mistake, owing to the master of a vessel running in here during the night-time, thinking he was about to pass over the Sumner Bar."
Taylors Mistake Surf Life Saving Club was established at the beach in 1916. During World War II, hills above the beach were fortified with two machine gun posts, to guard the Godley Head coastal defence battery. Makeshift baches near the beach have been a source of dispute since they were constructed in the 1890s.
For More Info: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Te_Onepoto_/_Taylors_Mistake
WELL. it appears that i made a pretty big mistake. with all my burrs on sticks and eyes in the sun pictures i forgot to name one my day 361, thus throwing everything else off. OH NOES!
i've fixed it now (361), making this 364, in turn once again making thursday the rightfully final 365 day. which means i have to get everything done faster so i can get my final shot done today. CRIKEY!
i also have a little game planned. FUN!
alright, off to rush things. and complete my pattern of ending paragraphs with an interjection in all-caps. HUZZAH!
364/365
The idea behind the Weapon of Choice Project was to create a visual representation of the emotional damage words can do. World-class professional makeup artists generously donated their time to the project. The artists applied makeup to each participant to simulate an injury, and the hurtful word chosen by the participant was then incorporated.
We chose the name “Weapon of Choice” for this project because, for the abuser, using words to harm is a choice. While listening to the stories from participants who had suffered abuse, we discovered how closely physical abuse followed verbal abuse. Where we found evidence of one, we found evidence of the other. When the abuser chose to inflict harm, verbal abuse was just one of the weapons in the arsenal.
We presented each participant in the Weapon of Choice Project with a list of hurtful words, and we asked them to choose a word that had significance to them (some volunteered words we didn’t think of). At first, they were just words on list. But as each participant chose a word -- the word that would be painted on their body and captured in a photograph -- the words took on much more significance.
The Weapon of Choice Project was not meant to be, exclusively, an anti-bullying campaign. Nonetheless, many of the children who participated in the project had been affected by bullying, and they told us about their experiences. Some of their stories surprised not only our project crew, but also the children’s parents, who in some cases had never heard about the experiences the children recalled. Some of us on the crew came to this project with a “sticks and stones” attitude about bullying, but after this experience, we’ve all come to recognize how hurtful and damaging bullying can really be.
You’ll discover as you explore the photographs in this project that there were very powerful words on our list, yet for the younger children who participated, the word they identified as the worst word, the word they were shy to say aloud -- the word they only dared to whisper -- was “stupid.” This surprised us, and it serves as good lesson that you never know what words may have the most devastating impact on children.
We discovered that much of the verbal abuse directed at women and teen-aged girls was sexual in nature. “Slut” was a word that far too many participants had encountered. “Slut” is more than a hurtful word, it is an accusation. It is meant not just to demean but also to ruin a reputation. Often it is a betrayal of trust. Just as verbal abuse if often closely tied to physical abuse, verbal abuse with sexual connotations can be closely tied to sexual abuse -- ranging from internet revenge porn to sexual extortion to sexual battery. Stories involving this type of verbal abuse were often the most difficult for participants to tell.
All of the participants were made aware of the goals of the project, and many had a personal experiences that contributed to their willingness to give their time and their likeliness to the project. All minors were represented by a legal guardian. These photos are meant for you to share with your social to raise awareness for issues associated with verbal abuse. If you use one of these images in a blog or other online publication, you must provide a link to the hurtwords.com webiste. If you are involved in a non-profit or charity that serves the victims of child abuse, domestic violence, bullying, or any other form of verbal abuse, you may use these images for free (in print or online) if you first contact us for permission and obtain the proper release forms. Members of the press can request a press package which includes high-resolution photos and release forms.
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The mistakes, the blue shadows and yellow spots here just make my eyes sparkling in joy.
I love when my Smena 8 [aka Elef] surprises me with nice captures. I don't care she's too much plastic :)
ISO here was 100, and the film was a Fujifilm Superia.
Min Min light Dajarra Rd. I had the camera set on auto instead of manual, and only took a one second shot not the 15 seconds that I wanted, but the camera took this light in the shy. This area is famous for the Min Min lights (Boulia) but I think this was a disused satellite or meteor entering the atmosphere coming straight towards me. Or is it? You can see the photo I was attempting to take in my photo stream.
I realize, there's no compromise
Through lion eyes, I love for (?)
Just wasn't there, even though I care
Did I hurt you back / bad (?), did I make you sad
I know I paid (?), that's why I'm alone today
Just me myself, no mental health
My mistake overtakes
Your love's overgrown my love
My love, my love, my love for you
My love, my love, my love for you
Now I wonder why, until we die
And then upon the praise
Hope Jesus come to kill the man / mourn (?)
I feel again, I love you then
Oceans of time, a cross divine
I found you, I will find you
That is not my time, my time to take
For me ... , my lover's soul (?)
My love, my love, my love for you
My love, my love, my love for you
Til it burnt my soul
Burns my soul
Burns a hole
My love, my love, my love for you
My love, my love, my love for you
"Mistakes" are unintentional exposures with some simple, arbitrary image processing applied, such as "I'm Feeling Lucky" in Picasa. The results are sometimes nice to look at in their own way.
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"Mistakes" are unintentional exposures with some simple, arbitrary image processing applied, such as "I'm Feeling Lucky" in Picasa. The results are sometimes nice to look at in their own way.
"Mistakes" are unintentional exposures with some simple, arbitrary image processing applied, such as "I'm Feeling Lucky" in Picasa. The results are sometimes nice to look at in their own way.
I’ve been wanting to take a city break in summer, rather than in the cold months for a while, so rather than heading for the Lake District for a week of toil on the fells when Jayne could get a week off, we took off from Liverpool for Paris. Flight times were nice and sociable but it meant we were on the M62 car park at a busy time in both directions – it’s a shambles! I’ve stopped over in Paris a dozen times – on my way to cycling in the Etape du Tour in the Alps or Pyrenees – and had a few nights out there. Come to think about it and we’ve spent the day on the Champs Elysees watching the final day of the Tour de France with Mark Cavendish winning. We hadn’t been for a holiday there though and it was a bit of a spur of the moment decision. Six nights gave us five and a half days to explore Paris on foot. I had a good selection of (heavy) kit with me, not wanting to make the usual mistake of leaving something behind and regretting it. In the end I carried the kit in my backpack – an ordinary rucksack – to keep the weight down, for 103 miles, all recorded on the cycling Garmin – and took 3500 photos. The little Garmin is light and will do about 15 hours, it expired towards the end of a couple of 16 hour days but I had the info I wanted by then. This also keeps the phone battery free for research and route finding – I managed to flatten that once though.
What can I say – Paris was fantastic! The weather varied from OK to fantastic, windy for a few days, the dreaded grey white dullness for a while but I couldn’t complain really. We were out around 8.30 in shorts and tee shirt, which I would swap for a vest when it warmed up, hitting 30 degrees at times, we stayed out until around midnight most nights. It was a pretty full on trip. The security at some destinations could have been a problem as there is a bag size limit to save room in the lifts etc. I found the French to be very pragmatic about it, a bag search was a cursory glance, accepting that I was lugging camera gear, not bombs around, and they weren’t going to stop a paying customer from passing because his bag was a bit over size.
We didn’t have a plan, as usual we made it up as we went along, a loose itinerary for the day would always end up changing owing to discoveries along the way. Many times we would visit something a few times, weighing the crowds and light etc. up and deciding to come back later. I waited patiently to go up the Eiffel Tower, we arrived on Tuesday and finally went up on Friday evening. It was a late decision but the weather was good, the light was good and importantly I reckoned that we would get a sunset. Previous evenings the sun had just slid behind distant westerly clouds without any golden glory. It was a good choice. We went up the steps at 7.30 pm, short queue and cheaper – and just to say that we had. The steps are at an easy angle and were nowhere near as bad as expected, even with the heavy pack. We stayed up there, on a mad and busy Friday night, until 11.30, the light changed a lot and once we had stayed a couple of hours we decided to wait for the lights to come on. This was a downside to travelling at this time of year, to do any night photography we had to stay out late as it was light until 10.30. The Eiffel Tower is incredible and very well run, they are quite efficient at moving people around it from level to level. It was still buzzing at midnight with thousands of people around. The sunset on Saturday was probably better but we spent the evening around the base of the Tower, watching the light change, people watching and soaking the party atmosphere up.
Some days our first destination was five miles away, this is a lot of road junctions in a city, the roads in Paris are wide so you generally have to wait for the green man to cross. This made progress steady but when you are on holiday it doesn’t matter too much. Needless to say we walked through some dodgy places, with graffiti on anything that stays still long enough. We were ultra-cautious with our belongings having heard the pickpocket horror stories. At every Café/bar stop the bags were clipped to the table leg out of sight and never left alone. I carried the camera in my hand all day and everywhere I went, I only popped it in my bag to eat. I would guess that there were easier people to rob than us, some people were openly careless with phones and wallets.
We didn’t enter the big attractions, it was too nice to be in a museum or church and quite a few have a photography ban. These bans make me laugh, they are totally ignored by many ( Japanese particularly) people. Having travelled around the world to see something, no one is going to stop them getting their selfies. Selfies? Everywhere people pointed their cameras at their own face, walking around videoing – their self! I do like to have a few photos of us for posterity but these people are self-obsessed.
Paris has obviously got a problem with homeless (mostly) migrants. Walk a distance along the River Seine and you will find tented villages, there is a powerful smell of urine in every corner, with the no alcohol restrictions ignored, empty cans and bottles stacked around the bins as evidence. There are families, woman living on mattresses with as many as four small children, on the main boulevards. They beg by day and at midnight they are all huddled asleep on the pavement. The men in the tents seem to be selling plastic Eiffel Tower models to the tourists or bottled water – even bottles of wine. Love locks and selfy sticks were also top sellers. There must be millions of locks fastened to railings around the city, mostly brass, so removing them will be self-funding as brass is £2.20 a kilo.
As for the sights we saw, well if it was on the map we tried to walk to it. We crossed the Periphique ring road to get to the outer reaches of Paris. La Defense – the financial area with dozens of modern office blocks – was impressive, and still expanding. The Bois de Boulogne park, with the horse racing track and the Louis Vuitton Centre was part of a 20 mile loop that day. Another day saw us in the north east. We had the dome of the Sacre Couer to ourselves, with thousands of tourists wandering below us oblivious of the entrance and ticket office under the church. Again the light was fantastic for us. We read that Pere Lachaise Cemetery or Cimitiere du Pere Lachaise was one of the most visited destinations, a five mile walk but we went. It is massive, you need a map, but for me one massive tomb is much the same as another, it does have highlights but we didn’t stay long. Fortunately we were now closer to the Canal St Martin which would lead us to Parc de la Villette. This was a Sunday and everywhere was both buzzing and chilled at the same time. Where ever we went people were sat watching the world go by, socializing and picnicking, soaking the sun up. As ever I wanted to go up on the roof of anything I could as I love taking cityscapes. Most of these were expensive compared with many places we’ve been to before but up we went. The Tour Montparnasse, a single tower block with 59 floors, 690 foot high and extremely fast lifts has incredible views although it was a touch hazy on our ascent. The Arc de Triomphe was just up the road from our hotel, we went up it within hours of arriving, well worth the visit.
At the time of writing I have no idea how many images will make the cut but it will be a lot. If I have ten subtly different shots of something, I find it hard to consign nine to the dark depths of my hard drive never to be seen again – and I’m not very good at ruthless selection – so if the photo is OK it will get uploaded. My view is that it’s my photostream, I like to be able to browse my own work at my leisure at a later date, it’s more or less free and stats tell me these images will get looked at. I’m not aiming for single stunning shots, more of a comprehensive overview of an interesting place, presented to the best of my current capabilities. I am my own biggest critic, another reason for looking at my older stuff is to critique it and look to improve on previous mistakes. I do get regular requests from both individuals and organisations to use images and I’m obliging unless someone is taking the piss. I’m not bothered about work being published (with my permission) but it is reassuringly nice to be asked. The manipulation of Flickr favourites and views through adding thousands of contacts doesn’t interest me and I do sometimes question the whole point of the Flickr exercise. I do like having access to my own back catalogue though and it gives family and friends the chance to read about the trip and view the photos at their leisure so for the time being I’m sticking with it. I do have over 15 million views at the moment which is a far cry from showing a few people an album, let’s face it, there’s an oversupply of images, many of them superb but all being devalued by the sheer quantity available.
Don’t think that it was all walking and photography, we had a great break and spent plenty of time in pavement bistros having a glass of wine and people watching. I can certainly understand why Paris is top of the travellers list of destinations
"Mistakes" are unintentional exposures with some simple, arbitrary image processing applied, such as "I'm Feeling Lucky" in Picasa. The results are sometimes nice to look at in their own way.
None of these girls are sluts or whores. They don't sleep with guys, & even if they did, why is it our business? People need to realize that they have feelings too. How would you like it if people called you a slut or a whore? I know I wouldn't like it one bit. So why do we call them that? They aren't either of those! They're sweet girls who are lucky enough to be living their dreams. Tell me what's honestly wrong with that. Everyone makes mistakes, so why can't we just look past them? Look at their talent instead. I admit for a while I didn't like Miley, but I have decided to look past her mistakes, & let the past be the past. I'm a proud supporter of these girls. Selena/Demi/Miley ftw <3