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Here's Vida. That means "screw" in Turkish (nothing naughty here, she means the hardware one). Her head drilling loud guitar solos might be the reason. Or is it her whiny high pitched vocal?
Anyhow she was invited to the Woodstock fest as the opening act. When arrived to the site she realised there is a misunderstanding. It's the Woodstuff Country and Folk Music Festival.
Who cares, as Vida likes to.. errm.. imbibe while playing, it doesn't matter where she is, whom she's playing to. There! Another bottle pops open, the volume is cranked up. Twaaaang!.. And the crowd goes... well, aghast!
52 Weeks of Blythe 2009
36. week agenda : Create a scandal
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.
Io, loro e Lara is a 2010 film directed by and starring Carlo Verdone.
The film was dedicated to Verdone's father, Mario, who died during
the making of the film.
Plot: Carlo Mascolo is a priest on a mission in Africa. Following a profound spiritual crisis, the priest decides to return to Rome, where the rest of his family lives, with the idea of taking a break to reflect and find clarity within himself.
However, when Carlo arrives home, he is overwhelmed by his family's problems: his elderly father Alberto has married the young Moldovan caregiver Olga, much to the disappointment of his siblings Luigi and Beatrice, who fear for their inheritance. Carlo also has doubts about his parent's choice, but everything changes with the sudden death of his stepmother.
The situation takes an unexpected turn with the arrival of Lara, the deceased's daughter: Alberto, now a widower and desperate, demands that the girl stay in the family home for a while, where she shares her life with the priest. Initially, a good relationship develops between the two, but it strains when Carlo discovers that the young woman is leading a double life. But this is only the beginning of a long series of misunderstandings...
Father Carlo becomes furious and, under pressure from his brothers, is persuaded to spy on the girl to understand her life.
Life scenes................
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5. Black birds — any black birds — are your birds. The often-overlooked blackbirds, family Icteridae, are declining across the board. Then there are the other birds that just happen to be black — crows and their kin are among the smartest things with feathers and wings. They’re largely ignored because of their ubiquity and often persecuted because of stereotype and misunderstanding. Sounds like profiling to me.
-From 9 Rules for the Black Birder by J. Drew Lanham
Also called the red-necked ostrich or Barbary ostrich which is found in South Africa. #7DWF
With their acute eyesight and hearing, common ostriches can sense predators such as lions from far away. When being pursued by a predator, they have been known to reach speeds in excess of 70 km/h (43 mph),and can maintain a steady speed of 50 km/h (31 mph), which makes the common ostrich the world's fastest two-legged animal. When lying down and hiding from predators, the birds lay their heads and necks flat on the ground, making them appear like a mound of earth from a distance, aided by the heat haze in their hot, dry habitat. When threatened, common ostriches run away, but they can cause serious injury and death with kicks from their powerful legs.Their legs can only kick forward.
Contrary to popular belief, ostriches do not bury their heads in sand to avoid danger. This myth likely began with Pliny the Elder (AD 23–79), who wrote that ostriches "imagine, when they have thrust their head and neck into a bush, that the whole of their body is concealed.
"This may have been a misunderstanding of their sticking their heads in the sand to swallow sand and pebbles to help digest their fibrous food,or, as National Geographic suggests, of the defensive behavior of lying low, so that they may appear from a distance to have their head buried.
Another possible origin for the myth lies with the fact that ostriches keep their eggs in holes in the sand instead of nests, and must rotate them using their beaks during incubation; digging the hole, placing the eggs, and rotating them might each be mistaken for an attempt to bury their heads in the sand.
Donation
(Living is easy with eyes closed, Misunderstanding all the time)
"Make the call
Make the call now
Make your donation
To the breath of a sighing nation
Here's my reaction
To the smell of cold sweat at the railway station
Here's my reaction
To the flow of the blood of a dying nation
Chorus:
It's ugly and it's desperate no
And it's deserving of it's rot
Seperate those who have and have not
Get religion join the church
Get religion join the church
Make your donation
Have a care
Baldness is under everybody everybody's hair
Chorus:
Read all the leaflets
Fill the envelopes that fall through your door
Empty your pockets
Patronise sympathise with the poor
Chorus:
It's ugly and it's desperate no
And it's deserving of it's rot
Seperate the motherfuckers from those who have not
Jesus loves you
More than I do"
The Wonder Stuff, Donation
Bello Honest Emigrant Australia Would Marry Compaesana Illibata -
Director: Luigi Zampa
Writers: Rodolfo Sonego
Stars: Alberto Sordi, Claudia Cardinale, Riccardo Garrone
(1971)
A worker who emigrated to Australia searches for a mail-order wife using a friend's photo. A former prostitute who wants to change her life contacts him, without revealing her identity. Their mutual lies create a series of hilarious and bitter misunderstandings.
Amedeo is a poor Italian immigrant living in Australia for twenty years. Seeking to marry an Italian wife, he corresponds with Carmela, a pretty girl from Rome. They do not reveal their true identities and do not mention their hardships in their letters. Carmela is actually a prostitute seeking an opportunity to change her life style. Amedeo, embarrassed about his looks, sends a photograph to Carmela of his handsome friend Giuseppe.
Amedeo works thinking about when he will meet Carmela
life scenes
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It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree.
Charles Baudelaire
Apparently, the flames on this GMC motorhome is so awesome, the fire department is chasing after it in an attempt to "put them out". Wow.
Im Heimatmeer. Großer gelber Vogel.
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Swimming is so comfortably near a home ;-) ... I would like to take off or pull away, but not immediately ... thinks the little yellow bird and turns a few more rounds ... Our daughter makes it just as well on her way growing up ... And no, we do not feel that as an April joke, but enjoy it and everyone is happy ;-)
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Es schwimmt sich so gemütlich in der Nähe eines Zuhauses ;-) ... Ausziehen oder von dannen ziehen möchte ich schon, aber nicht sofort ... denkt sich der kleine gelbe Vogel und dreht noch ein paar Runden ... Unsere Tochter macht es gerade genauso auf Ihrem Weg ins Erwachsenwerden … Und nein, wir empfinden das nicht als April-Scherz, sondern genießen es und freuen uns alle ;-)
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Once again my eyes fell by chance on this little toy chick, this time in the kitchen. I thought of my daughter, and that she's not a little chick anymore (where's the time left?), that she's probably going to move out soon, and that a home is something like that, nicely enclosed like an egg ... Thought of "The Chicken and the egg and what was there first", "the yellow of the egg" (Which does mean it's brilliant, the bee's knees) ...
And when shooting I had to think of earlier times, when our daughter was young – and the Sesame Street with a similar protagonist:
"Big Bird" is one of the main protagonist of the children's television show Sesame Street. He is an tall bright yellow anthropomorphic canary – he can roller skate, ice skate, dance, swim, sing, write poetry, draw, and even ride a unicycle. Despite this wide array of talents, he is prone to frequent misunderstandings, on one occasion even singing the alphabet as one big long word ... (Wikipedia)
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Wieder einmal fiel mein Blick rein zufällig auf dieses kleine Spielzeug-Küken, diesmal in der Küche. Ich dachte an meine Tochter, und dass sie kein kleines Küken mehr ist (wo ist nur die Zeit geblieben?), dass sie wahrscheinlich demnächst ausziehen wird und dass ein Zuhause ja so etwas ähnliches, hübsch Umschlossenes wie ein Ei ist … Dachte an „Das Huhn und das Ei und was war zuerst da“, „das Gelbe vom Ei“ …
Und beim Fotografieren musste ich an früher denken, als unsere Tochter noch klein war – und an die Sesamstraße mit einem ähnlichen Protagonisten:
"Big Bird" ist ein Hauptdarsteller der Kinderfernsehshow Sesamstraße. Er ist ein großer, hellgelber, anthropomorpher Kanarienvogel – er kann Rollschuh laufen, Schlittschuh laufen, tanzen, schwimmen, singen, Gedichte schreiben, zeichnen und sogar ein Einrad fahren. Trotz dieser Vielfalt an Talenten neigt er zu häufigen Missverständnissen. Einmal sang er sogar das Alphabet als ein großes langes Wort ... (Wikipedia)
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Ingredients: Saucer as a swimming pool, cracked raw egg, hatched wooden chick and sunlight. Oh – and still our home, which is reflected in the bubble ;-)
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Zutaten: Untertasse als Schwimmbecken, aufgeschlagenes rohes Ei, geschlüpftes Küken aus Holz und Sonnenlicht. Achja – und noch unser Zuhause, welches sich in der Luftblase spiegelt ;-)
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Nikon Micro-Nikkor-P / 1:2.8 / 55 mm
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#MacroMondays 2019 / April 01 / #AprilFools / HMM and a foolish jokeful day to everyone!
EXT – Cafe on Cite – Evening
Cooling of their relationship last summer was marked with series of quarrels, misunderstandings and conflicts. Vacation spent together and attempts to discuss the problems only extended the mutual torment. After two weeks of silence hurt, Anna decided to take the first step and make a meeting in the cafe. Suzanne had to come half an hour ago, and Anna is confused. Her mood is torn by anxiety to bitterness.
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D4, Nikkor 28mm f1.8G, SB-800 into lumiquest softbox, right above model
Bello Honest Emigrant Australia Would Marry Compaesana Illibata -
Director: Luigi Zampa
Writers: Rodolfo Sonego
Stars: Alberto Sordi, Claudia Cardinale, Riccardo Garrone
(1971)
A worker who emigrated to Australia searches for a mail-order bride using a friend's photo. A former prostitute who wants to change her life contacts him, without revealing her identity. Their mutual lies create a series of hilarious and bitter misunderstandings.
Amedeo is a poor Italian immigrant living in Australia for twenty years. Seeking to marry an Italian wife, he corresponds with Carmela, a pretty girl from Rome. They do not reveal their true identities and do not mention their hardships in their letters. Carmela is actually a prostitute seeking an opportunity to change her life style. Amedeo, embarrassed about his looks, sends a photograph to Carmela of his handsome friend Giuseppe.
the district committee is ready to welcome them
by Bun Bun Ga
life scenes
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ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵐᵉ
ᴾᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ʰᵃᵇⁱᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵐⁱˢᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵉ
ᵁⁿᵈᵉʳᵉˢᵗⁱᵐᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵉ
ᵀʰᵉʸ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒ ʰᵒᵗ
ᴬⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ᵃᵐ, ᵇᵘᵗ
ᴵᵗ'ˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗʳᵘᵉ
ᴵ'ᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʰᵒᵗ, ᴵ'ᵐ... ᴵ'ᵐ...
ᴵ'ᵐ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ, ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵏⁱˢˢ ᵐᵉ
ᴼʰ, ʸᵉᵃʰ, ᴵ'ᵐ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵏⁱᵗᵗʸ
ᴼʰ, ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵃ ᵖⁱᵗʸ, ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵃ qᵘⁱᶜᵏⁱᵉ?
ᴼʰ, ᵗʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ˢᵒ ᵗʳⁱᶜᵏʸ, ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒ ᵇᵘˢʸ 'ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ
ᴺᵉʷ ʸᵒʳᵏ ᵗᵉⁿ, ᵃ ᵐᵒᵈᵉˡ, ᵇᵒᵈʸ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵇᵒᵗᵗˡᵉ
ᵀⁱᵗˢ ˢᵒ ᵇⁱᵍ, ᴵ ᵗᵒᵖᵖˡᵉ!
ᵂᵉⁿᵗ ˢᵒ ᵈᵉᵉᵖ, ᴵ ʷᵃᵈᵈˡᵉ, ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᶠᵘˡˡ ᵀʰʳᵒᵗᵗˡᵉ
ᴱᵃᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵘᵖ, ˡⁱᵏᵉ, ᵍᵒᵇᵇˡᵉ
ᵀʳʸⁿᵃ ᵗᵃᵐᵉ ᵐᵉ
ᴮᵘᵗ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗᵗᵃ ᵉⁿᵗᵉʳᵗᵃⁱⁿ ᵐе
'ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵃ ˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ˡᵃᵈʸ
ᴵ ˢᵃⁱᵈ, "ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵃ ⁿеʷ ᴹᵉʳᶜᵉᵈᵉˢ"
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"Living is easy with eyes closed
Misunderstanding all you see
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out
It doesn't matter much to me
Let me take you down, cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever."
Shooting a dirty mirror in a Edinburgh hotel i was staying in while going to see a Mark Lanegan gig. Off to see Soulsavers tonight, they are a band in which Mark Lanegan sings, Check them out they are really good. Listen to one of there songs here www.last.fm/music/Soulsavers/_/Some+Misunderstanding+(Fea...
Another for my Bargain Basement Series project.
It is a project i started a year or two ago and is my documentation of all the cheap crap and dingy hotels I dwell in as I travel to gigs throughout Europe (or for whatever reason i end up in one).
View Bargain Basement Hotel set here www.flickr.com/photos/24drew/sets/72157610644699098/
Olympus OM-2N
Un-Named Cheap iso 200 film
Bello Honest Emigrant Australia Would Marry Compaesana Illibata -
Director: Luigi Zampa
Writers: Rodolfo Sonego
Stars: Alberto Sordi, Claudia Cardinale, Riccardo Garrone
(1971)
A worker who emigrated to Australia searches for a mail-order wife using a friend's photo. A former prostitute who wants to change her life contacts him, without revealing herself. Their mutual lies create a series of hilarious and bitter misunderstandings.
Amedeo is a poor Italian immigrant living in Australia for twenty years. Seeking to marry an Italian wife, he corresponds with Carmela, a pretty girl from Rome. They do not reveal their true identities and do not mention their hardships in their letters. Carmela is actually a prostitute seeking an opportunity to change her life style. Amedeo, embarrassed about his looks, sends a photograph to Carmela of his handsome friend Giuseppe.
a crowd of people await the arrival
life scenes
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Dear Nature...
We humans don't always realize how much we're lucky to walk on your ground.
You silent godess, watching us dealing with our daily madness without even judging us. Your way to remind us your power is fair because regardless the place, the social status, the religion.
And you keep showing us the most beautiful things, from the tiniest delicate details to the most breathtaking and vast landscapes.
Nature's generosity has no limit, and we humans don't always deserve it. We keep focusing on our wars, our ideologies, our fights and misunderstandings, and we simply forget to love life itself.
Fortunately life gives us love, and as someone said, love will save us. It already did and it does, every single day.
L
Látrabjarg, Iceland - 2014
Bello Honest Emigrant Australia Would Marry Compaesana Illibata -
Director: Luigi Zampa
Writers: Rodolfo Sonego
Stars: Alberto Sordi, Claudia Cardinale, Riccardo Garrone
(1971)
A worker who emigrated to Australia searches for a mail-order wife using a friend's photo. A former prostitute who wants to change her life contacts him, without revealing her identity. Their mutual lies create a series of hilarious and bitter misunderstandings.
Amedeo is a poor Italian immigrant living in Australia for twenty years. Seeking to marry an Italian wife, he corresponds with Carmela, a pretty girl from Rome. They do not reveal their true identities and do not mention their hardships in their letters. Carmela is actually a prostitute seeking an opportunity to change her life style. Amedeo, embarrassed about his looks, sends a photograph to Carmela of his handsome friend Giuseppe.
Beautiful Amedeo on display goes to the city looking for what he is looking for
here busy like many others in inviting a woman to a dance
life scenes
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Bello Honest Emigrant Australia Would Marry Compaesana Illibata -
Director: Luigi Zampa
Writers: Rodolfo Sonego
Stars: Alberto Sordi, Claudia Cardinale, Riccardo Garrone
(1971)
A worker who emigrated to Australia searches for a mail-order wife using a friend's photo. A former prostitute who wants to change her life contacts him, without revealing herself. Their mutual lies create a series of hilarious and bitter misunderstandings.
Amedeo is a poor Italian immigrant living in Australia for twenty years. Seeking to marry an Italian wife, he corresponds with Carmela, a pretty girl from Rome. They do not reveal their true identities and do not mention their hardships in their letters. Carmela is actually a prostitute seeking an opportunity to change her life style. Amedeo, embarrassed about his looks, sends a photograph to Carmela of his handsome friend Giuseppe.
the district committee is ready to welcome them
by Bun Bun Ga
life scenes
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Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there -- on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
-- Carl Sagan
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[Another view in comments]
Как орфографическая ошибка может вызвать бездну недопонимания :-)
How typing error can cause a hell of misunderstanding :-) It shoud be "Arsenal of spaRe weapons"
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The saying probably comes from a telephone switchboard analogy. When telephone operators had to manually connect two parties with wires. If they put the wires into the wrong plugs, people would think they were talking one person but actually be talking to another. This would cause misunderstandings, as they would be talking about different things. Hence, their wires were crossed.
Sur le Boulevard Rosemont, une pub de la ville dans un abribus pour décourager les graffiteurs, a déjà été marquée d'un tag. Reflet d'incompréhensions...
On Rosemont boulevard, the city has put this ad at a bus stop to discourage graffitis. It has already been tagged. Reflections of misunderstandings...
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.
"living is easy with eyes closed,
misunderstanding all you see.
it's getting hard to be someone but it all works out.
it doesn't matter much to me...."
Poor Deuce, if only he could have fixed that misunderstanding with Cleo maybe she wouldn't have punished him this way XD
Un día decidí que tenía alas, unas hermosas alas de luz en el corazón de mi alma.
Unas mágicas alas para elevarme sobre la incomprensión, y el olvido de mí misma.
Rosetta Forner
One dayI decided I I had wings , abeautiful wings of light in the heart of my soul .
A magical wings to rise above the misunderstanding, and forgetfulness of myself.
Rosetta Forner
I'm sure it wouldn't hurt to make a wish.
This is a manual mixture of 3 exposures with the usual post processing. The place is the lavafield near the Blue lagoon on really cold day.
Anyway I just made a discovery that made my day. I was looking at the new stat's feature in flickr and noticed that this image was getting a huge traffic from some Korean site. I ran it through babelfish and it seems like they are under the impression that one of my images is actually the work of Damien Hirst.
Of course this isn't his work. It's my creation. A strange little satyrical, sarcastic idea that struck my head some 16 months ago. When reading about Mr. Hirst having to repair or even rebuild his formalehyde leaking tanks I came up with the idea of making an image of a sheep that had escaped his tank. So I went to the next grocery store, bought a burnt sheep head, an Icelandic delicacy and took it with me into the country side and made a few images.
I was not surprised at the time that idea didn't seem to get through. But it causing such a big misunderstanding now really cracks me up.
Exactly one image from one dream.
You appear in my dream repeating a word several times.
A word consisting of six letters.
As I hear your voice, repeating this word, I understand that the sound of the word has a different double meaning.
With a dream connection...
The last few days, it seems like you read my mind.
Even if that's not your intention. Surely you are not aware of this.
Call it telepathy or coincidence.
And I don't believe in coincidences.
You are instantly inspiring. Now and in the past. To the abstract by the way.
For inspiration, I need still photos, although not necessarily.
In any case, the timing in my private life is not currently suitable for this work, for private reasons.
In view of the spying on my life, everything is much more complicated, like even watching different content, when a stranger is staring at me. Even more so when you are yourself, interested in looking at photographs or more for inspiration. can be embarrassing for me.
Although this post may be indirect communication, my life has taught me not to engage in indirect communication with anyone. but simple and direct communication only,
In order not to create unnecessary misunderstandings.
And the understanding understood.
Thanks for visiting.
Happy safe privacy to all of us will make better communication and will bring peace sooner.
Copyrights (c) Nira Dabush.
Model: Ivy Rocha- Make up and Hair Stylist: Fernanda Santos - Production: Paula Anddrade and Fernanda Santos.
- she's taken. I put it here in order to avoid any kind of misunderstanding with my client, her boyfriend.
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if you use internet explorer, when you click on my site it will ask if you allow it to have access to you tranfer area, just click ok, there is no harm done and explorer is the only browser that does that, I don't know why.
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Flickr has been too slow around here in the last days, it takes too long to load, etc. O Flickr tá devagar demais aqui nos últimos dias, demora muito para fazer qualquer coisa.
Over the past months I've been tempted to leave Flickr a few times. Misunderstandings,recieving hurtful emails,etc. I don't like losing people
who I consider friends. Guess I wear my heart on my sleeve. Sometimes
there can be reconciliation,but sometimesyou just have to move forward
and leave it in God's hands.
Since these things happened I have recieved so many kind words and encouragement.
I've made new contacts that are precious also !
God bless all of you ! God is good !
This image has been reposted after it was taken down due to a misunderstanding.
With the sun dropping behind the hills, 1949 British Railways built Ivatt ‘2MT’ 2-6-2T no.41241, in KWVR red livery, heads along the valley at Top Field, Marsh End, with the 14:00 Keighley-Oxenhope "Elf Express".
Let me start by saying that Dad reminded me about everything earlier and I'm sorry for the unfortunate misunderstanding last year. And the two years before that. I can only say in my defence that I take my dog duties very seriously and, well, let's face it, you sneak down our chimney in the middle of the night wearing a disguise and carrying a sack and what am I supposed to think?
Anyway, I hope you're feeling better. Were the elves able to repair your suit?
You're a busy man so I won't take up much more of your time. All I want for Christmas is a gross of tennis balls, a dozen Chuckit balls in various sizes, and a couple more Spunky Pup balls. And if you would, treats of your choosing so something will be a surprise.
I like rawhide. With peanut butter.
Yours truly, Clancy
(PS You might consider announcing yourself before coming down our chimney this year.)
(PPS MERRY CHRISTMAS everyone!)
(The pine in the distance was voted the most perfect free-range Christmas tree in the world. By us. So we thought it would make a nice backdrop for my Christmas photo.)
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Prescott-Russell Trail, Ottawa, Ontario
318. Clancy 5yrs 5wks
Clancy's YEARBOOK 6: www.flickr.com/photos/130722340@N04/albums/72157690680496806
An eastbound extra passes the aftermath of a misunderstanding between Freight 325 and a plow extra, Allens, Waldoboro. February 1972
I don't know what the origin of the problem was but these two were really mad at each other. Could have been a parent -teenager misunderstanding but they were nasty in snapping at each other.(and red eye reduction would not have helped).
What I told someone while working on this: "I started out to work on many photos, then I got distracted working on one photo, then it became a painting, then it became a Rorschach test."
Leaves and flood debris
Santa Rosa Creek, Cambria, CA | June 28, 2025
X-Pro2 • Voigtländer Macro Apo-Ultron 35mm ƒ2
Capture 1 edit.
I mostly edited this upside-down to render it abstract while I was effectively painting details into the darkness. I should have been working on the shots from earlier in the day instead, but so it goes. Funny how influences build and transfer. I'm applying a Cartier-Bresson technique to an abstracted landscape that he'd find objectionable. I'm having trouble putting names to the rest of the influences here though; I feel like I've seen that bright trunk in an Ansel, but I keep thinking of Garrod for some reason. I joked while editing this that it had turned into a Rorschach test, but maybe there's a deeper truth to that than I even intended.
I saw the recent interview with Ralph Gibson where he gave the advice that you shouldn't imitate those you admire because you won't learn anything that way. Important truth there. Influences will influence, that's just how it works, but when we imitate what we've seen instead of letting it work behind the scenes on what we do, we end up stuck in a learning phase comparable to how rules of composition get memorized and consciously applied like recipes, rather than first recognizing that they are descriptive rather than prescriptive, and then internalizing them so that they form an unconscious groundwork of effective seeing.
I think anyone who's followed me a while will recognize—as I certainly do—that this is a big weakness of mine. I love my influences deeply, and sometimes I imitate them consciously, but that's not my overarching goal. Occasionally praise gets thrown at me for it, and appreciation is appreciated, but I also get a lot of misunderstanding. In my best moments, I've just barely touched that place where I find myself amongst all the competing influences looking through my eyes, and I'm always trying to claw my way back to that.
I know I might never do it though. I think there's still value in honoring what we love, but what loves us wants us to rise above its constraints. I think about dear old Jeff Nixon with intense empathy. He fought hard, but I don't think he wanted his appreciated work to be only the times he best imitated his teacher. If I'm on a rocky beach and Edward feels like working through me a little, I'll never complain, but I do also hope he'll sometimes let me stand on his shoulders to get my own shot before the light is gone.
(DSCF2476c (flickr))
Don't talk to strangers, keep away from the danger
Don't talk to strangers who smile
Keep away from the danger all the time, you just keep away
Just keep away
Red lights are flashing, there's been a misunderstanding
I'm Bruised and broke and bandaged
Through drinking all that brandy
I was, under the table but I came back for more
Gotta hit that bottle but my head hit the floor
Danger, danger, don't talk to strangers
Fotografada por: Mim :D
Modelo: Nika Fadu
Io, loro e Lara is a 2010 film directed by and starring Carlo Verdone.
The film was dedicated to Verdone's father, Mario, who died during
the making of the film.
Plot: Carlo Mascolo is a priest on a mission in Africa. Following a profound spiritual crisis, the priest decides to return to Rome, where the rest of his family lives, with the idea of taking a break to reflect and find clarity within himself.
However, when Carlo arrives home, he is overwhelmed by his family's problems: his elderly father Alberto has married the young Moldovan caregiver Olga, much to the disappointment of his siblings Luigi and Beatrice, who fear for their inheritance. Carlo also has doubts about his parent's choice, but everything changes with the sudden death of his stepmother.
The situation takes an unexpected turn with the arrival of Lara, the deceased's daughter: Alberto, now a widower and desperate, demands that the girl stay in the family home for a while, where she shares her life with the priest. Initially, a good relationship develops between the two, but it strains when Carlo discovers that the young woman is leading a double life. But this is only the beginning of a long series of misunderstandings...
Carlo begins to develop a good relationship with the girl, but one night, he accidentally discovers, upon entering her room, that Lara is performing half-naked on webcam.
Life scenes................
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