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Well… I returned home safely this morning from my two week photographic workshop on the Isle of Skye… with 68 Gigabytes worth of images!!
Although we had plenty of rain and loads of midges… that certainly didn’t prevent us from exploring every corner of the island… and shooting all the most iconic locations… in the best possible light!!
Here is one of my favourite shots from my most favourite iconic location of all… the Old Man of Storr… reflected in a tiny loch… and captured just as the clouds, light and reflections were looking at their very best.
I’d like to thank Jenny, Anne, Peter, Tom and Steven for sharing all these unforgettable experiences with me… I had an absolute blast shooting Skye with you guys (and girls)!!
Nikon D800, Nikkor 14-24mm at 14mm, aperture of f14, with a 1/200th second exposure.
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the caption, at the bottom right of the left photo, reads:
"Partinico, September. Ignazio Buttitta recites "Portella delle ginestre" and "Turiddu Carnevale" at Castellaccio, the promontory overlooking Partinico. Among those who listen to him there is also Danilo Dolci, with his son Cielo. Bertrand Russel, La Pira, Abbot Pierre, and Guttuso sent Danilo Dolci messages of solidarity";
in the photo on the right, Danilo Dolci.
(Two original newspaper sheets of the time, preserved by Daphne Phelps, who hosted Danilo Dolci in Taormina; Cuseni House archive).
Danilo Dolci: Verso un mondo nuovo
la didascalia, in basso a destra della foto di sinistra recita:
“Partinico, settembre. Ignazio Buttitta recita "Portella delle ginestre" e "Turiddu Carnevale" al Castellaccio, il promontorio che sovrasta Partinico. Tra coloro che l'ascoltano c'è anche Danilo Dolci, con suo figlio Cielo. Bertrand Russel, La Pira, l'abate Pierre, e Guttuso hanno inviato a Danilo Dolci messaggi di solidarietà”;
nella foto di destra, Danilo Dolci.
(Due fogli di giornale originali dell'epoca, conservati da Daphne Phelps, che ospitò a Taormina Danilo Dolci; archivio Casa Cuseni).
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A story of Sicily: the Sicilian Gandhi (but he was not Sicilian ...).
This photographic story is connected, at least in part, with the previous one, whose link is represented by the nephew of the painter Robert Kitson, Miss Daphne Phelps: in life she was a psychiatric social worker (she collaborated with Anna Freud, daughter by Sigmund Freud), on the death of his uncle in 1948 he moved to Sicily to take care of Casa Cuseni, having inherited it: initially he wanted to sell it and then return to England, instead he ended up falling in love with Taormina and Sicily, deciding to stay there for the rest of his life. Daphne ran Casa Cuseni welcoming paying guests, there are many illustrious names of artists, writers, well-known personalities who have stayed there: Danilo Dolci was one of these guests, and it is precisely about him that I wish to speak. He was born in 1924 in Sesana (Trieste), after a somewhat eventful life, in 1952 he moved to Trappeto (between Palermo and Trapani), a country among the poorest and most disadvantaged in Italy: that same year the first of numerous fasts, going to bed and fasting in the bed of a child who died of malnutrition, a protest that will end only when the authorities undertake to build a sewer. Danilo Dolci continues with numerous initiatives, from the publication of a book ("Banditi a Partinico", which makes public opinion aware of the poor living conditions of western Sicily, to this book and many others will follow), to the "strike at reverses ”, when the workers went on strike, hundreds of unemployed began to work to reactivate an abandoned municipal road, an initiative that was then stopped by the police; Dolci also initiates an activity of denunciation of the mafia phenomenon and its relations with politics. There are numerous certificates of esteem and solidarity that he receives from important personalities from Italy and abroad, but despite this, for others Danilo Dolci is a dangerous subversive, to be hindered, denigrated, locked up in prison. Yet Dolci does not pose as a guru, boss, or teacher, his working method is based on the conviction that change is based on the involvement and direct participation of those concerned, his idea of progress enhances local culture and skills; he tries, working closely with the people and the most disadvantaged and oppressed groups of western Sicily, to free the dormant creativity in every person, calling this research "maieutic", a term coming from philosophy, precisely from Socratic maieutics: it is "the 'art of the midwife ", every educational act is to bring to light all the inner potentialities of the one who wants to learn, like a mother who wants to give birth to her own child from her womb, so no to notions imparted a priori, yes to help the student to bring their knowledge to light, using dialogue as a tool; however, Socratic maieutics is unidirectional, while in Danilo Dolci's "reciprocal maieutics", knowledge comes out of experience and its sharing, therefore it presupposes the reciprocity of communication. During meetings with farmers and fishermen, the idea was born to build the dam on the Jato River, which is important for the economic development of the area, but also to remove a powerful weapon in the hands of the mafia, an instrument of power which controlled the few available water resources; however the request for "water for all" will be heavily hindered, popular mobilizations and long fasts will be necessary to finally see the project realized: now the dam exists, and others have been built, thus modifying the lives of thousands of people, with the development of numerous companies and cooperatives. Among the many activities of Dolci, thanks to the contribution of international experts, the experience of the Mirto Educational Center, attended by hundreds of children, should be mentioned. Returning to Daphne Phelps and Casa Cuseni, here is a lithograph by Tono Zancanaro, dedicated to the birth of one of Danilo Dolci's daughters, but, among the most important, there is a correspondence between the pacifist philosopher Bertrand Russel and Daphne Phelps, in which the English thinker invited Robert Kitson's niece to participate in the gatherings of progressive intellectuals and literary and scientific personalities of the time, among them, besides Albert Camus, Jean-Paul Sartre and Carlo Levi, there was Danilo Dolci, sociologist, educator, still recognized today as one of the most important figures of nonviolence worldwide.
post Scriptum:
- the images with Danilo Dolci come from the Casa Cuseni archive: they are cuttings from original periodicals, often full pages, from English newspapers, carefully preserved by Miss Daphne Phelp; these images were also taken by photographing some pages of James McNeish's book, "Fire under the ashes - The life of Danilo Dolci";
- the photographs taken in various countries of Sicily, are prior to the covid-19 pandemic;
- thanks to the surgeon colleague dr. Franco Spadaro and his kind wife, Mrs. Mimma Cundari, owners of Casa Cuseni (declared in 1998, Italian National Monument), for their hospitality and availability, having made the Danilo Dolci archive available to me.
Una storia di Sicilia: il Gandhi siciliano (ma siciliano non era…).
Questo racconto fotografico, è connesso, almeno in parte, con quello precedente, il cui anello di congiunzione è rappresentato dalla nipote del pittore Robert Kitson, la signorina Daphne Phelps: lei nella vita era una assistente sociale psichiatrica (lei collaborava con Anna Freud, figlia di Sigmund Freud), alla morte dello zio nel 1948 si trasferì in Sicilia per occuparsi di Casa Cuseni, avendola ereditata: inizialmente la voleva vendere per poi ritornarsene in Inghilterra, invece finì con l’innamorarsi di Taormina e della Sicilia, decidendo di restarvi per il resto della sua vita. Daphne gestiva Casa Cuseni accogliendo ospiti paganti, numerosi sono i nomi illustri di artisti, scrittori, note personalità che vi hanno alloggiato: Danilo Dolci è stato uno di questi ospiti, ed è proprio di lui che desidero parlare. Egli nasce nel 1924 a Sesana (Trieste), dopo una vita un po’ movimentata, nel 1952 si trasferisce a Trappeto (tra Palermo e Trapani), un paese tra i più poveri e disagiati d’Italia: quello stesso anno inizia il primo di numerosi digiuni, coricandosi e digiunando nel letto di un bimbo morto per denutrizione, protesta che terminerà solo quando le autorità si impegneranno a costruire una fogna. Danilo Dolci prosegue con numerose iniziative, dalla pubblicazione di un libro (“Banditi a Partinico”, che mette a conoscenza dell’opinione pubblica delle misere condizioni di vita della Sicilia occidentale, a questo libro poi ne seguiranno molti altri), allo “sciopero alla rovescia”, quando i lavoratori fecero sciopero, centinaia di disoccupati si misero a lavorare per riattivare una strada comunale abbandonata, iniziativa però poi fermata dalla polizia; Dolci avvia anche una attività di denuncia del fenomeno mafioso e dei suoi rapporti con la politica. Numerosi sono gli attestati di stima e solidarietà che egli riceve da importanti personalità provenienti dall’Italia e dall’estero, ma nonostante ciò per altri Danilo Dolci è un pericoloso sovversivo, da ostacolare, denigrare, chiudere in prigione. Eppure Dolci non si atteggia né a santone, capo, od un maestro, il suo metodo di lavoro è basato sulla convinzione che il cambiamento è basato sul coinvolgimento e diretta partecipazione degli interessati, la sua idea di progresso valorizza la cultura e le competenze locali; egli cerca, lavorando a stretto contatto con la gente e le fasce più disagiate ed oppresse della Sicilia occidentale, di liberare la creatività sopita in ogni persona, chiamando tale ricerca “maieutica”, termine proveniente dalla filosofia, precisamente dalla maieutica socratica: è “l’arte della levatrice”, ogni atto educativo è far venire alla luce tutte le potenzialità interiori di colui che vuole imparare, al pari di una madre che vuol far nascere la propria creatura dal suo grembo, quindi no a nozioni impartite a priori, si ad aiutare lo studente a portare alla luce la propria conoscenza, usando il dialogo come strumento; però, la maieutica socratica è unidirezionale, mentre nella “maieutica reciproca” di Danilo Dolci, la conoscenza viene fuori dall’esperienza e dalla sua condivisione, quindi presuppone la reciprocità della comunicazione. Nel corso di riunioni con contadini e pescatori, nasce l’idea di costruire la diga sul fiume Jato, importante per lo sviluppo economico della zona, ma anche togliere un’arma potente in mano alla mafia, che faceva del controllo delle poche risorse idriche disponibili uno strumento di potere, però la richiesta di “acqua per tutti” verrà pesantemente ostacolata, saranno necessarie le mobilitazioni popolari, lunghi digiuni, per vedere infine realizzato il progetto: ora la diga esiste, ed altre sono state poi realizzate, modificando in tal modo la vita di migliaia di persone, con lo svilupparsi di numerose aziende e cooperative. Da menzionare, tra le tante attività di Dolci, grazie al contributo di esperti internazionali, l’esperienza del Centro Educativo di Mirto, frequentato da centinaia di bambini. Ritornando a Daphne Phelps e Casa Cuseni, qui è presente una litografia di Tono Zancanaro, dedicata alla nascita di una delle figlie di Danilo Dolci, ma, cosa tra le più importanti, esiste un carteggio tra il filosofo pacifista Bertrand Russel e Daphne Phelps, nel quale il pensatore inglese invitava la nipote di Robert Kitson a partecipare ai raduni di intellettuali progressisti e personalità letterarie e scientifiche dell’epoca, tra di loro, oltre Albert Camus, Jean-Paul Sartre e Carlo Levi, c’era Danilo Dolci, sociologo, educatore, ancora oggi riconosciuto tra le figure di massimo rilievo della nonviolenza a livello mondiale.
post scriptum:
- le immagini con Danilo Dolci provengono dall'archivio di Casa Cuseni: sono ritagli di giornali originali dell'epoca, spesso pagine intere, provenienti da quotidiani inglesi, accuratamente conservati dalla signorina Daphne Phelp; tali immagini sono state realizzate fotografando anche alcune pagine del libro di James McNeish, "Fire under the ashes - The life of Danilo Dolci";
- le fotografie realizzate in diversi paesi della Sicilia, sono antecedenti alla pandemia da covid-19;
- si ringrazia il collega chirurgo dott. Franco Spadaro e la sua gentile consorte, signora Mimma Cundari, proprietari di Casa Cuseni (dichiarata nel 1998, Monumento Nazionale Italiano), per la loro ospitalità e disponibilità, avendo messo a mia disposizione l'archivio relativo a Danilo Dolci.
Greenhouse table of Ipheion uniflorum again...who all bloomed early at Smith's Lyman Conservatory. So they've been relegated back into the work room. Wonderful to begin thinking of fields of flowers again! Really challenging to get everything to bloom at once for the upcoming bulb show...and have it stay in bloom for two weeks. Although the Lyman team are old hands at this there are always some wild ones... 💛
He stood on the edge of the world, a lone figure suspended between sky and stone. Before him sprawled New Zealand's Southern Alps, their peaks — Poseidon, Sarpedon, Amphion — rising like silent arguments carved from light and ice. The glacier unfurled its pale tongue, an ancient current arrested mid-sentence, its surface rippled with the memory of motion. The air shimmered, crystalline and unrepentant, a cold clarity that cut to the marrow.
Lake Agnes lay below, a still pool, dark and sharp as polished obsidian. It absorbed the landscape without a ripple, the reflection a perfect inversion—mountains upside down, the sky swallowed by earth. The scene was a paradox: immensity caught in a whisper, time paused on the brink of collapse. He felt the grass brittle beneath his boots, the wind threading through the crevices of his jacket—a touch neither warm nor cruel, merely indifferent.
For three days he had wrestled through the entrails of the land. The rainforest had closed around him with a suffocating lushness, roots coiling like serpents beneath the moss. Streams foamed with a glacial bite, the waters quick and thoughtless, bruising his ankles as he waded through. Thorned thickets tore at his skin with the intimacy of old grudges. He climbed slopes slick with rain, his body folded into painful angles, the horizon always receding. When he reached this place, the fog had been thick enough to erase the contours of the world. His tent had trembled in the night winds, the cold seeping in like an unwelcome thought.
But then dawn came, unburdened and lucid. The veil lifted, and the mountains revealed themselves in their raw articulation. They did not posture or proclaim—they simply were, immutable and unscripted. The glacier’s silence was more profound than any roar; the peaks did not loom so much as exist beyond scale.
Here, in this distilled emptiness, the trivial machinery of the world he had fled seemed absurd. The restless striving, the ceaseless revolutions of ambition and vanity—all of it shrank to the size of a pebble lost in a chasm. There was no wheel here to turn, no circuit to complete. Only the landscape, bare and relentless in its honesty.
He filled his lungs, the air sharp enough to taste. It was an act of quiet rebellion, this deliberate witnessing. In that breath, he found not freedom, but a dissolution of need. The lines between man and mountain wavered, softened by the sheer scale of indifference. If he stayed long enough, perhaps he too would become part of this tableau—his form dissolving into lichen and shadow, his presence no more than a pause in the wilderness’s endless thought.
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Standing alone on the tranquil shores of Llyn Padarn near Llanberis, this iconic lone tree has become one of the most photographed landmarks in Eryri (Snowdonia), yet every visit offers something unique. On this calm morning, the still waters reflected the surrounding mountains and soft light, creating a peaceful atmosphere that perfectly captured the quiet beauty of North Wales. A timeless scene where solitude, reflection, and nature come together in perfect harmony.
I shot this third McIntosh winter shot for my chilly series. Toward the McIntosh dairy barn, the windmill towers. The shot includes one outhouse. I kind of liked the lacy sky. We had little winter this year. I bailed because I expected this might be the one McIntosh open day with snow this winter. This winter's February is very far from normal here with the Koch C02 pump-fest into the atmosphere allotted the globe with the current 8% gain in moisture so expect rougher weather swings everywhere. We are at the warmest and driest February on record.
Boy, could those wood stoves in the house be comfortable on days like this! This snowy shot toward the northeast looks chilly but days like this can be quite mellow in the valley. I had to shot before I got near and tracked the snow up which is still clean here.
I swung by the Agricultural Heritage Center, The Lohr McIntosh Farm because they opened for first Saturdays throughout the winter. I decided I might not get another shot of winter for my Mac ag series. I loaded up with autumn captures this year in general but I need to switch back into the slim winter. The snowy day crowd was thin, except for the fellow who was there to exercise his kestrel, for the wintry day and even highway #66 was certainly slow. Considering all the pigeons that hang around the old structures, I question the kind of exercise the kestrel, a bird of prey, might be getting. I suspect that it may not be altogether legal to hunt on city and county parks. A year ago, I found some bald eagles hunting the Mac area, sometimes successfully.
Ter gelegenheid van de 77e verjaardag van de Maastunnel, is de voetgangerstunnel in de week van Valentijn omgetoverd tot Tunnel of Love. De tunnel is door kunstenaars Madje Vollaers en Pascal Zwart beplakt met 35000 fluorescerende hartvormige stickers. Aangelicht door ultraviolet licht biedt de tunnel daarmee een bijzondere visuele ervaring.
On the occasion of the 77th anniversary of the Maastunnel, the pedestrian tunnel was transformed into Tunnel of Love during the week of Valentine's Day. The tunnel is plastered by artists Madje Vollaers and Pascal Zwart with 35000 fluorescent heart-shaped stickers. Thanks to ultraviolet light, it provides a special visual experience.
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I took a ride to Beaver Park late this afternoon to see how much color there was and I came upon this pretty tree at the last pond, the sun was just peeking between the trees. This is my favorite photo spot at the park, it is pretty any time of year.
I am trying to comment more and more on everyone's wonderful photos!
Some of my long-time flickr friends know how much i love the ocean and the sand on the beach.
There is almost nothing better than taking a walk on the beach and smell the salty air. ♥
Thank you all for your always lovely, sometimes very funny and always so thoughtful comments.
I appreciate every single comment very much.
Portrait of my wonderful friend and mentor Giovanni Savino.
Taken in Inwood,
New York
June 2011
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Florisuga fusca
Black jacobin hummingbird visiting the inflorescence/infructescence of Schwartzia brasiliensis (Marcgraviaceae) in vegetation near the restinga. Record made at 'Praia da Fazenda,' Ubatuba-SP, Brazil.
Explored June 30th 2008
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Thanks for your continuous support on my work. Lol.!!!!
I hope you like this maginficent image which I call "Heart of Gold".
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From a turret of the Fisherman's Bastion, Budapest.
No time hath she to sport and play:
A charmed web she weaves alway.
A curse is on her, if she stay
Her weaving, either night or day,
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be;
Therefore she weaveth steadily,
Therefore no other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.
All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn'd like one burning flame together,
As he rode down from Camelot.
As often thro' the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, trailing light,
Moves over green Shalott.
His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down from Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flash'd into the crystal mirror,
'Tirra lirra, tirra lirra:'
Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web, she left the loom
She made three paces thro' the room
She saw the water-flower bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
'The curse is come upon me,' cried
The Lady of Shalott.
"There is no black-and-white situation. It's all part of life. Highs, lows, middles."
~ Van Morrrison
Padlock
Monochrome
Olvera Street
Los Angeles, California
*Been reading Robert Capa, Edward Steichen and Bresson's works these past few days. This is why most of my posts are in monochrome/duotone. :)
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Die Barrikade auf dem Michaelerplatz in der Nacht vom 26. auf den 27. Mai 1848
Anton Ziegler
1848
Wien Museum
"The demonstration of the students on March 13, with which they demanded freedom of speech, teaching, and learning, was the starting note for the revolutionary events of 1848. From then on, the “Academic legion”, an armed formation of students, was at the forefront of all revolutionary actions. When the government resolved to dissolve the Legion, the students, supported by workers from the periphery, erected roughly 160 barricades in Vienna’s city centre from 26 to 28 May, with which they forced the government to repeal the decree." sammlung.wienmuseum.at/en/album/a2ciemencqh4v4gpf-barrica...
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On 29th September 2007, DB Class 212 No.212 084-8 gets a clear path and heads away from Grombach station for Meckesheim with a rake of 4-wheel wagons, as once used on the line for the seasonal sugar beet traffic. Vehicles parked on the road to the right prevented an ideal composition to include the full length of the train, forcing me to cut the end of the last wagon of the rake in order to get the locomotive in the correct position. Challenges present themselves from all quarters on these events, and this should have been hauled by a Class '50' 2-10-0 according to the "Über'n Buckel" ("Over the Hump") Plandampf brochure and timings sheet that I had.
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The Shrine of Remembrance, Melbourne, Australia.
Sony FE 16-35mm F4 ZA OSS
16mm; 1/400 sec; f/8; ISO 100
On Day Seven of my Southwestern Adventure I had the pleasure of hiking out to The Wave! I got an early start before sunrise hoping I could at least get some alpenglow on some mountains...again the sunrise was uneventful. But this hike is killer with so many awesome things to see and shoot! I made a point to pick out spots to shoot on my hike back out.
They say it's only a three mile hike, but with some steep, rocky, and thick sand inclines, as well as some long, thick sandy trails, my little body felt it was more like six miles! It took me about an hour to get here as I stopped for a breakfast snack, to take a few shots, and simply enjoy the views. The weather was perfect...a bit chilly in the early morning and warming up for the day, but not unbearable.
The best part was that I had the hike in and the first 1/2 hour at The Wave all to myself! Then they came! There are only supposed to be 20 permits granted per day, but there seemed to be a few more and they all came nearly at the same time. There was a french couple with two kids who just didn't care what anyone else was doing or where! Their kids ran around climbing, slipping, and sliding on the rock faces getting in people's shots while the parents were oblivious. I hate that!!!
I didn't stay as long as I wanted or explore as much as I should have as I wanted to shoot on the way out and try to hike Wire Pass before dark. But I think I came away with a few nice comps and I'm already planning a return! :)
I promised myself that I would post one shot from each day of this trip before going on to something else. It's very hard to do especially since I have made three other trips since this one and have some nice shots to show for it, too! Only three more to go then I'll be all over the place again.
Thanks for stopping by for a look and a comment...as always it is much appreciated!
#157 in Explore ~ November 16, 2011
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Though the tree has no leaves left, he is still colourful. This must be a kind of magic ;-)
The technique: I come from the analogue era so i use double exposures. I make one manual exposure for the sky ( a little underexposed, hence i loose no details in the sky) and one manual exposure for the foreground. In cases like this where the element from the foreground reaches into the sky i use luminance masks to combine the two images.
I use my own camera profile which i created with the gretagmacbeth colour chart to get the exact colours i saw. The other presets in Photoshop or lightroom are far off the reality, only the neutral adobe preset comes closeset to my preset. Then i check the wb and the contrast, and thats it.
One thing i learned for photos that were shot into the sun or show a lot of sky is NOT to USE CLARITY. Clarity destroys the glow of the sun and makes clouds look weird. You can use it when shooting architecture, cars or something with structure (bricks etc.), but not for clouds or when you shoot directly into the sun or show a large portion of the sky. Or you can use it when you a clarity addict and want to get a cartoon look for your image.
If you are interested in luminance masks, here is a good tutorial
iso.500px.com/luminosity-masks-in-digital-blending/
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The whispers in the morning
Of lovers sleeping tight
Are rolling by like thunder now
As I look in your eyes
I hold on to your whole body
And feel each move you make
Your voice is warm and tender
A love that I could not forsake
'Cause I am your lady
And you are my man
Whenever you reach for me
I'll do all that I can
Lost is how I'm feeling lying in your arms
When the world outside's too
Much to take
That all ends when I'm with you
Even though there may be times
It seems I'm far away
Never wonder where I am
'Cause I am always by your side
'Cause I am your lady
And you are my man
Whenever you reach for me
I'll do all that I can
We're heading for something
Somewhere I've never been
Sometimes I am frightened
But I'm ready to learn
Of the power of love
The sound of your heart beating
Made it clear
Suddenly the feeling that I can't go on
Is light years away
'Cause I am your lady
And you are my man
Whenever you reach for me
I'm going to do all that I can
We're heading for something
Somewhere I've never been
Sometimes I am frightened
But I'm ready to learn
Of the power of love
The power of love, the power of love, the power of love
Sometime I am frightened but I'm ready to leaen
The power of l-ooooo-ve oh
The power of love
Oh ooo oh
The power of love.
One of my favorite song from Celion Dion.
with Shehzaad Marrof Khan <3
The Temple of Love was created by Carlo Davite, a Genoese stone mason who did work in the Paris Exposition, the St. Louis Exposition and at the Frick Museum. Many of the rocks are hollowed out to form planters, and in Samuel Untermyer's time, the entire creation was elaborately planted. There are three bridges in the rough stone and a small seating area with a rough hewn stone bench that can be reached through a rocky tunnel in the folly. An additional monolithic bridge crosses the pool at the base of the Temple of Love.
Manufacturer: Imperial Division of Chrysler Corporation / Chrysler Group Limited Liability Company (LLC), Auburn Hills, Michigan - USA
Type: Crown Series YL43 4-door Hardtop Sedan
Production time: September 1969 - September 1970
Production outlet: 1,333
Engine: 7206cc Chrysler RB-series V-8 440 valve-in-head
Power: 350 bhp / 4.400 rpm
Torque: 651 Nm / 2.800 rpm
Drivetrain: rear wheels
Speed: 196 km/h
Curb weight: 2386 kg
Wheelbase: 127 inch
Chassis: Chrysler C-platform perimeter type ladder frame with 6 crossmembers and all-steel uni-body (by Chrysler)
Steering: integral power recirculating ball and nut PAS
Gearbox: Chrysler TorqueFlite three-speed automatic transmission / all synchromesh / steering column shift
Clutch: not applicable
Carburettor: Holley R-3918A 4-barrel downdraft
Fuel tank: 91 liter
Electric system: 12 Volts 70 Ah
Ignition system: distributor and coil
Brakes front: BUDD 11.7 inch hydraulic self-adjusting discs
Brakes rear: 11 inch hydraulic self-adjusting drums
Suspension front: independent upper triangular cross-bar, lower simple cross-bar with elastically mounted tension strut and chrome-steel longitudinal torsion spring bar, sway bar + Oriflow telescopic shock absorbers
Suspension rear: beam axle Hotchkiss type, rubber isolated semi-elliptic leaf springs + Oriflow telescopic shock absorbers
Rear axle: live semi-floating type
Differential: hypoid 2.94:1
Wheels: 15 inch steel discs
Tires: L78 - 15
Options: Bendix Anti-lock braking system (ABS), speed control device, Auto-Temp Air Conditioning, Dual Auto-Temp Air Conditioning, 6-Way power seats, leather bucket seats trimmed with vinyl, power vent windows, AM/FM Multiplex Stereo radio with Stereo tape player, AM/FM Golden Touch tuner radio, power antenna, power door locks, Tilt-A-Scope steering wheel, rear heater, defroster, tinted glass, automatic headlight dimmer, Safeguard Sentinel lightning, power trunk lid release, Sure-Grip differential, dual stripe whitewall fiberglass-belted tires, trailer-towing package,
two-tone colouring
Special:
- The Imperial name had been used since 1926, but was never a separate make, just the top-of-the-line Chrysler, until 1955 when it was launched and registered as a separate luxury marque.
- The new "Fuselage Look" with rounded "tumblehome" sides, bulging at the belt line, and tucking in down to the rocker panels was designed by Elwood Engel.
- This new styling made the cars look longer and wider and surrounded the passengers in a hull-like fashion, similar to an aircraft, hence the reference to "fuselage".
- The 1970 Imperial (Chrysler) Imperial Crown Series was available as this 4-door Hardtop and as 2-door YL23 Hardtop (254 units built).
- This fourth generation Crown (1969-1973) was assembled at the Jefferson Avenue Assembly, Detroit (Michigan - USA).
Journal of the Academy of Natural Sciences of Philadelphia
Philadelphia :Academy of Natural Sciences of Philadelphia,1817-1918.
One of the phenomenal bronze sculptures sitting at the Delaire Graff Estate where we stayed a few nights. I will upload some other ones as well as his work is just breathtaking within the environment. This is the cheetahs pair with the Simonsberg mountains in the distance.
South African sculptor Dylan Lewis is forging the evolution of bronze. He was raised in a landscape of red soils rich in copper. His country offers some of the earliest evidence of man, such as the Cradle of Humankind, a Unesco world heritage site near Johannesburg. Here, hunters lived in caves, some of which contain bulbous, tumbling limestone stalactites — natural sculptures directly expressive of primeval forces, wrought through base material.
Lewis claims to be a man of not many spoken words but he communicates a great deal through his work, enlivening inanimate materials by pinch, smear and cut as he moulds clay models to be cast in bronze. “Clay is a highly malleable material that allows me to express emotion through my hands; clay is my voice. I can explain concepts and ideas in words but I seem only able to express emotion through my hands,” he says. Solid stone has a different resonance for him as, he adds, “it requires a slow steady struggle with a very resistant material, whereas clay, because it is so soft, allows me to scream, sob, smile and laugh”.
Each of his clay figures is translated with the use of a silicone rubber mould into a hollow wax copy. The wax model is then encased in a refractory ceramic and heated in a kiln, whereupon the wax oozes from the mould and leaves a cavity into which the molten bronze is poured. When the bronze has cooled the ceramic coat is chipped off to reveal a metal replica of the original clay sculpture, with Lewis’s marks and imprints intact. The possibilities for this ancient “lost wax” technique are as infinite as an artist’s imagination. That is, except for scale: molten bronze can only travel so far within a mould before it cools and hardens. The larger the mould, the more difficult, and expensive, it gets.
Recipe 1 of 50: Fireball Eggnog
I love a good eggnog, but mix it with some Fireball and you have yourself a winner.
I mix 1 oz of Fireball with 4 oz of eggnog, and it makes for a rather mild cinnamon and eggnog drink, just enough to give a little seasonal warmth but not enough to make your head spin.
But if you want a little more "warmth", just add a little more Fireball!
The Basilica of St. Lawrence, completed in 1905 is of a distinctive Catalan style with the tallest freestanding elliptical dome in North America. Asheville is a city and Asheville is a city in and the county seat of Buncombe County, North Carolina located at the confluence of the French Broad and Swannanoa rivers, it is the most populous city in Western North Carolina. Print size 13x19 inches.
Museum of the American Railroad, Frisco, TX. www.historictrains.org.
The Museum of the American Railroad features one of the nation's most extensive and significant collections of items from the Atchison, Topeka & Santa Fe Railway. Included are locomotives, passenger & freight cars, an interlocking tower, and numerous supporting artifacts & archival material.
my name is krisnha... the God of Gamblers from BALI INDONESIA...
bwagahahahahhahah who i am kidding with...
i am not happy with the card... its not scattered as i want it... but i am tired already doing this after a long day at work...
so yeahhh thats it...
SET UP
2 sb600 shoot at full power throught a red and blue plastic filter behind me
and 1 sb900 shoot at 1/8 bounce on silver umbrella about a meters infront of me at 45"
touch up a bit in lightrom