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Darkness at noon by Arthur Koestler... story of a Bolshevik imprisoned for treason against the government he helped to create...Koestler's best known novel
"The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance." - Aristotle
take this word
take it
say it with me
say it slowly
by this way breathe the flames of time _
paul celan
The rain relented, clouds dissipated, and the sun shone to glisten the roadway. A beautiful but brief interlude!
The noon PRS has been a nice addition to the Proctor Hill mix since it began in August. Usually its first trip up the hill is in good light. There is still a morning and afternoon switch, so plenty of late summer action on Proctor HIll.
IC 6251, 6260, and CN 6024 lead the Noon PRS (R926) around Spirit Mountain curve with 137 cars on the evening September 1, 2018.
There is a writing under the rosette. It says:
"D.O.M.
ECLAM HANC IN HONORE S. MARTIN
EPISCOPI
PACIFICUS BIZZA ARCHEP. SPALAE
CONSECRAVIT
ANO JUBILEI MDCCL DIE VIII MARTI"
D.O.M. or Deo Opt. Max., an abbreviation for "Deo Optimo Maximo", is a Latin phrase that means "To the greatest and best God", or "to God, most good, most great". It was initially used as a pagan formula addressed to the Roman God of sky and thunder, Jupiter.
Translation:
"TO GOD, THE GREATEST, THE HIGHEST
I EXCLAIM THIS IN THE HONOR OF S. MARTIN
BISHOP
PACIFICUS BIZZA THE ARCHBISHOP OF SPLIT
CONSECRATED
THE JUBILEE YEAR 1750. DAY 8th OF MARCH."
🙏
The Dents du Midi
are a multi-summited mountain situated in the Chablais Alps in the Swiss canton of Valais.
@Wikipedia
Montreux, Swiss
Lake Geneve
Have the windows open at noon
of the illuminated patio that overlooks the dining room.
Smell a smell of warm sun and apples.
Say simple things: those that inspire love...
Drink a pure water, and in the deep glass,
see the angles of the cordial stay coincide.
To feel, in a green apple, the roundness of the world.
Knowing that everything changes and everything is still the same.
Feeling, at last!, mature, to see, in things,
nothing more than things: bread, sun, honey...
To be nothing more than the man who plucked some roses,
and he carves, with his fingernail, a name on the tablecloth...
by Jaime Torres Bodet
Lemon Trees Mediterranean, Auto 1 (177, 178, 22) - Moderado
---"saw it written and I saw it say, pink moon is on its way, and none of you stand so tall
pink Moon gonna get ye all, and it's a pink moon
yes, a pink moon
pink, pink, pink, pink, pink moon
I saw it written and I saw it say
pink moon is on its way,and none of you stand so tall. pink moon gonna get ye all, and it's a pink moon, yes, a pink moon"...(Nick Drake)
laundry time...
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First posted on February 23, 2010
Original comments:
The 'rules' say we shouldn't take pictures in the midday sun?
Timmins, Ontario, Canada
Captured in San Diego, California, in December, 2022, with a Pentax-FA 100mm Macro F2.8 lens. (K1C7904)
To all my Flickr Friends and to Everybody: I want to wish you a Happy New Year ! :-)
Catwoman: "He's behind you."
Mercenary: "Who?"
Giraffe: "Me."
[ Quote borrowed and modified from "The Dark Knight Rises" (2012) ]
Plaza central en Lagos (algarve) en las horas centrales del dia, sol vertical sobre toda la plaza,
Filtro polarizado.
Main square in old town of Lagos (Algarve-Portugal) at noon time. Strong sunshine falling vertically.
Polarising filter used.
Even on a brilliant, blue sky day, noon time in December takes on an otherworldly appearance. Reminds me in a way of seeing the sun during an eclipse. That subtle diminution of light that tends to destabilize the human psyche. Right now the sun seems absurdly low in the sky in the northern hemisphere. Depending on where you stand, it doesn't even clear the treetops which creates a daylong filtering effect. It seems now there is always something between me and the sun which heightens the effect. Further, the apparent size of the sun has shrunk down a very constricted ball of light. The glare of the summer sun dwarfs this (comparatively) small all of light. This always reminds me of a fake sun of the sort that would hang over the stage in a children's play.
I visit the cemetery often in December in search of scenes such as this. I often shun sunny days during the summer, but find them most desirable this time of year. I come in search of shadows rather than the objects that create them. I wander about looking mostly at negative space, and the effect of the diminished sunlight on the surroundings...seeing not what's here but what isn't here. It's a matter of seeing the ordinary world in extraordinary circumstances, and the way this all makes me feel. I love capturing these seasonal aberrations, in this case being able to include the noonday sun in a ground level scene...a shot not even remotely possible in summer.