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IL PORTICO SOTTO IL MUNICIPIO NELL'ORA BLU
Il Palazzo del Municipio fu progettato nel 1875 dall’architetto Giuseppe Bruni. Lo stile delle facciate è caratterizzato da un misto di stile parigino e manierismo germanico.
Il Palazzo inizialmente non piacque al popolo triestino che lo soprannominarono palazzo “Cheba”, ovvero palazzo “Gabbia”, per la forma che ricorda una enorme gabbia per gli uccelli, ma anche palazzo “Sipario”, poiché con la sua mole imponente riusciva a nascondere i ruderi e le brutture delle case della Cittavecchia che si trovavano alle sue spalle. Il piano terra è realizzato da archi a tutto sesto che riproducono l’idea di un porticato, mentre ai piani superiori si aprono numerose finestre divise in bifore e trifore.
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THE PORTICO UNDER THE TOWN HALL IN THE BLUE HOUR
The Town Hall was designed in 1875 by the architect Giuseppe Bruni. The style of the facades is characterized by a mix of Parisian style and Germanic Mannerism.
The Palace initially did not please the people of Trieste who nicknamed it the “Cheba” palace, or “Cage” palace, due to its shape that resembles an enormous birdcage, but also the “Curtain” palace, because with its imposing mass it managed to hide the ruins and ugliness of the houses of the Cittavecchia that were behind it. The ground floor is made of round arches that reproduce the idea of a portico, while on the upper floors there are numerous windows divided into double and triple lancet windows.
In EXPLORE il 15/01/2025 al n. 33
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TNM - OE
This is not a recent photo. However it shows me taking notes - something I do compulsively.
When asked what do you do in your "spare" time (ha ha ha) - or - What are your hobbies? One of my first answers has been "Writing!"
I don't claim to be a great writer. But the contemplation and act of writing does bring me joy. I've volumes to prove it.
In fact, if you were to ask "What makes you happy?" One answer for sure would be "A good supply of smooth blank paper, a pen I love, and four hours of guaranteed uninterrupted time." Heaven!
Some friends and followers are creative and accomplished writers. You can tell who they are because their comments are unique and meaningful.
Though all comments are appreciated - some are timeless treasures. Perhaps they will make an interesting book project.
Some comments are poetry, some are advice, some are unique points of view or twists on the obvious, and some are puns that make me laugh even thinking about them.
Some of you have sent me your personal writing privately to enjoy - what a treat!
Thank you all.
Though no promise of quality can be made, I'll do my best to respond in kind.
Claes Oldenburg and Coosje van Bruggen's monumental sculpture Bottle of Notes soars nearly thirty-five feet and is the first public sculpture in the United Kingdom by these two internationally renowned artists.
Bottle of Notes is inspired by the history of Captain Cook, born in Middlesbrough featuring words from his logs as well as poetry built from tempered-steel echoing Middlesbrough's industrial heritage and continuing the legacy of the town's Ironmasters.
oldenburgvanbruggen.com/largescaleprojects/bottleofnotes.htm
Vincent finally made his decision. He wasn't going to go home. Not tonight. Even feeling the effects of the herb couldn't squash the feeling of emptiness and taint he felt when he thought of going home tonight. Yet, as he stood on the curb of the main street that led downtown from the docks there seemed to be no carriages around. He knew all he had to do was wait a while and surely one would show up soon.
All of a sudden, Vincent's stomach made a loud gurgle and it caused him to actually grab his stomach in surprise. He smirked slightly to himself as he realized he was feeling hungry; likely induced by the herb. And as he thought about food, he began to feel like he wanted something savory. With the docks nearby, there would be food vendors still around. It was always a busy area, day or night. And he knew he'd be more likely able to find a carriage to take him downtown, too.
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Vincent's mouth watered as he stood before the fried fish vendor and watched as his sandwich was being made. These street vendors always had the best food! And being right on the lake meant fresh fish was a popular menu option, which was a favorite of Vincent's. His fried fish was being smothered on top in a tangy, creamy sauce with a fresh tomato sandwiched between a perfect looking bun, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. Once handed his food, Vincent gave a grateful "Thank you" to the vendor before turning and setting off to find a spot to devour his food.
Licking a little bit of dripping sauce off the edge of the bun, Vincent gave a soft moan of appreciation at the hint of spicy flavor. This was going to be delicious! He wandered off to the side out of the way. Finally, over by a bench under a tree, he stood there and gave his sandwich an eager glance over before bringing it to his mouth. But before he could take a bite, he saw the shadow of someone approaching to his left. Hell, they weren't even paying attention, he realized with annoyance as he stepped out of the way just in time! They were walking backwards and looking around everywhere but where they were going! Vincent looked up with a small glare at whoever it was.
"Hey, watch it!"
"I'm so sorry! My bad, I- Vincent?"
Vincent blinked and stared up at the person as it registered that it was...Aiden. Aiden was in fact the offending pedestrian and not just a figment of his imagination! Vincent was so amazed by his unexpected appearance that his sandwich remained forgotten in his hands at chest level. Suddenly he blurted out the first words that came to mind.
"Are you stalking me?!"
Aiden was startled by the outburst and found he couldn't help but laugh! Vincent sounded so serious and was still staring at him as if he couldn't believe his eyes! Aiden shook his head and put up his hands in playful defense with a grin and insisted, "I'm not, I swear! I didn't mean to almost run you over. I'm- I'm lost." Aiden's grin faded as he glanced around then finally back to Vincent with an embarrassed smile.
"Lost?"
"Yeah. I was trying to find the short-cut I found the other day but I must have missed it. No, I can't have. Bah, I must be on the wrong street! Everything looks different at night!"
As the seconds passed, Vincent found he was becoming amused at Aiden's predicament and felt a little bad for him, too. While the docks were nearby, they weren't exactly close to where Leon's Claw was docked. He could point out how to get there from here but there were no short-cuts. Aiden had to be on the wrong street just like he thought he was. Even while under the influence of the herb, Vincent could see how Aiden looked a little worn out and flushed. Likely, he'd been wandering a while on top of having such a busy day.
"Are you okay?" Aiden asked, his brow furrowing slightly as he studied Vincent. He even leaned in slightly more to squint at him in the dim lighting. Vincent...seemed alright but somehow off. It was...almost as if he were drunk but not quite. He seemed to be in total control of himself and was answering without slurring. What was going on?
Opposite him, Vincent stared back at Aiden for a long moment. Then, unexpectedly, Vincent grinned and replied in a slightly more chipper voice than Aiden had ever heard, "I am now!" And he brought his sandwich up to his mouth and took a big bite. He moaned softly and closed his eyes as he savored the favor.
"Mm! This is hitting the spot. Are YOU okay?" Vincent was suddenly asking him once he swallowed his first bite. He tilted his head slightly as he stared up at Aiden. Then without another word he took another bite of his sandwich while still staring up at his friend.
Aiden laughed softly as he tried to wrap his head around Vincent's behavior! He'd never seen Vincent act like THIS! Even to Aiden, he wasn't sure if it made sense. It was as if the captain had let go of his inhibitions more than usual. It wasn't to say he hadn't opened up more as of late but there was just something different about tonight.
"I'm fine," Aiden explained. "Really! Don't look at me like that! I've just been walking for a couple of hours now. That's all. How far away is the ship anyway?"
"I'd say about thirty minutes?"
"Well, shit. At least it's not too far. I can't wait to get something to drink."
"You look it. Why don't you get one on the way?"
"I forgot my money on the ship."
"Aiden!"
"What?!"
"What the Hell am I gonna do with you?"
Vincent chuckled softly and shook his head at Aiden's sheepish little smile. Vincent licked his lips and looked around. He could see a few of the public carriages coming in this direction. With any luck, he could snag one and head downtown! But what was he going to do with Aiden? Logically, he knew he could just send him off with directions. That's what he should do. Maybe he'd give him the money to get a cool drink, too. Yes, that sounded good. And when he looked back at Aiden to do just that, he was caught off guard as Aiden seemed to be leaning in and peering at him a little closer.
"Are you 'sure' you're okay?" the younger man asked as he tilted his head. "You never really answered me before and...I just realized your eyes are really red." Aiden's concern shifted into confusion as Vincent suddenly laughed softly and gave a small, dramatic sigh before replying, "I'm fine! Though, I'm fairly certain you've seen my eyes like this many times. You're only just noticing! It comes with smoking the herb and it's perfectly normal."
"Smoking the herb?" Aiden responded uncertainly. And then it clicked! "Isn't that what your bhang is made from? Wait....are you sure you should be smoking with your ribs like that?" At this, Vincent gave him a look as he responded firmly and with authority, "I know the risks and right now I could care less. It's been a Hell of a night, but at least I'm not fucking drunk. And...to answer your question: yes, it is what my bhang is made from." And with that, Vincent lowered his gaze with a small sigh. Aiden could see how his shoulders sank just a touch as well. He looked exhausted; not just physically but emotionally. Aiden couldn't help but wonder: what had happened in the last few hours since they'd seen each other?
"Would you tell me about it?"
"Tell you about what?"
"All of it. Any of it. Bhang. Herb. I still don't really know what it is. Or you could tell me about whatever happened since I left? I don't know. You just...look like you could use a friend."
God damn it all! How the Hell did Aiden do this?! Vincent knew Aiden was being genuine and just wanted to be there for him. But there were just some things he was not wanting to divulge; not that there was anything really to talk about, he thought to himself. Though Aiden had a way about him that brought down Vincent's defenses time and time again. Maybe he should just say goodnight. Right now was not a good time to discuss any of it. They were too out in the open!
On the other hand, he supposed he could just go with Aiden back to Leon's Claw, but honestly he still was wanting to go downtown. And while he wasn't sure about talking about what happened tonight, he surprisingly found he...he wouldn't actually mind explaining this whole cannabis business and what it was. In fact, he wanted to do it. But that meant taking his company on for the rest of the night and making sure he got back to the ship safely afterwards. Did he really want to deal with that? Really?
"Not here. Do you want to come downtown with me?"
Apparently so. There was no taking it back now. Vincent wasn't sure if he was going to regret this or not, but he wanted to be the one to help Aiden understand. It would also help his friend understand Vincent better as well; more of why and who he was.
"S-sure! But I don't have a way to get back without my money. Did you want to just go back to Leon's Claw first?" Aiden asked. He wanted to go with Vincent wherever he was going! What was downtown? He was curious! He could see Vincent considering it for a long moment then finally shook his head and responded, "I'll pay for your carriage back. Let's get you something to drink then when we get to my office I'll explain everything."
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This scene was shot in the Second Life location: City of New Babbage- Academy of Industry beside The New Babbage Aehernauts monument!
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A sketchbook.
And a head full of quotes, lyrics and the like.
Come and see them at www.Quoteskine.co.uk
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Note the Big Dipper at left and the pointer stars aligned to Polaris (North Star - near center). This ultra wide angle field of view is 170 degrees.
This time lapse ran from 3 to 4 AM (MDT).
الذكريات كلمة تحمل احداث السنين بل العمر كله
الذكريات كلمه لطالما ابكت الكثيرين
الذكريات كلمة فيها ما يفرح القلب وما يعيد الألام
الذكريات...الذكريات....الذكريات
كلمة ولكنها عن الاف الكلمات
قليله الحروف كثيرة الاحداث ما اقسى بعض الذكريات عند مرورها او تذكرها فقط
وما اجمل بعضها ولكنها قليله للأسف
صصوري ملك للجميع دون ازالة الحققوق
الصصورة الجايية عن تَخررج اختي زهررة
تتتخرجها بكرة ان شَاءء الله
23/6
تتخرج من تمهيدي ان ششاء الله
تتنتظر تبريكاتكم
Note from expert - Your ID is correct...a female. I used Lycaena dorcas for the species name because it looks like the name helloides no longer will apply to Purplish Coppers except on the West Coast...I stick with the Mountain Copper being Lycaena florus and in the San Juan Mts. the subspecies is sangremar but genetics suggests it as a distinct species-level copper.
perfection in every touch.
winter comes back here.
I hate being under that pressure.
no doubts.
feelings in every gaze.
fragile, cold wind.
lazy day.
reading Pride&Prejudice all over again.
healed heart.
...cause when the roof caved in and the truth came out...
i'm waiting for You to find me again.
you're the best.
peaceful.
I miss you, Mum.
I'm sorry I wasn't around either. It would have been great to see them. They got to my store just after I had left and they came by my house when I was at the grocery. It would been great to see them as it's been a couple weeks now.
I'm actually believing that no one has ever even accidentally hit that in the past 50 years. Not even one of the Kennedys! Maybe Teddy Roosevelt was the last to knock into it.
Created for the Hero Arts hostess annoucement. I've had some questions about the background, so I did a little tutorial on my blog today:
stampinginspiredby.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-tutorial.html
Thanks so much for looking!! :)
-Jill
on transience and self
This is a comment on the galleries 'kiss the pain away' and 'show us a smile, then', which I compiled from among some of your brilliant and interesting photos over the past couple of days.
The x-ray is from 2010.
(I'll catch up with recent comments and uploads some time soon.)
11th March 2015 © Lise Utne