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The Heraion of Perachora (Greek, Modern: Ηραίον Περαχώρας) was a sanctuary of the goddess Hera situated in a small cove of the Corinthian gulf at the end of the Perachora peninsula. In addition to a temple of Hera of unusual construction and antiquity, the remains of a number of other structures have also been found, including a L-shaped stoa, a large cistern, dining rooms, and a second potential temple. The Sanctuary of Hera at Perchora is located 14.2 km NNW of Ancient Corinth, and 75.9 km W of Athens. Although there is debate between Argos, Megara and Corinth, the sanctuary was probably under the control of Corinth, as it faced the harbors of that powerful city across the Corinthian gulf. Cult activity at the site continued from perhaps the 9th century BCE to 146 BCE, when the Roman general Mummius sacked Corinth during the war with the Achaean League. In the Roman period, domestic structures were built on the site, indicating that the area was no longer a sanctuary. This site is significant for the study of the origins of Greek temple architecture and rural cults.
Summer in the Vale of Belvoir, UK. This was shot from the Dowager Duchess of Rutland's gardens which she so generously opens for Vista's annual Jazz in the Garden fundraiser.
The Quiraing
The Isle of Skye is one of my favourite places in the world but prices for accommodation there have more than doubled even for the old, shabby hotels, without any increase in quality or value, sheer profiteering.
I cant afford to go there anymore so I am dredging through all my old shots.
The chances of good weather are very slim, most of my visits had really wet and windy weather which makes the high booking costs even harder to bear. Also, when the weather is fine you will be eaten alive by midges so invest in one of those wide-brimmed hats with the protective net hanging down.
The Eurasian eagle-owl (Bubo bubo) is one of the largest species of owl, and females can grow to a total length of 75 cm, with a wingspan of 180 cm, with males being smaller. So this little ball of fluff still has some growing to do.
This picture of a tame (!) fledgling was taken during a workshop at a falconry.
Der Uhu ist eine der größten Eulenarten der Welt. Weibchen, die deutlich größer werden als Männchen, können eine Flügelspannweite von ca. 180 cm erreichen. Dieser kleine Flaumball muss also noch ordendlich wachsen!
Das Foto dieses zahmen (!) Ästlings wurde während eines Workshops in einer Falknerei aufgenommen.
Walking through the streets of Girona is a great experience, it makes you feel and live the immensity of art and architecture that forged our ancestors, live it in first person, makes you feel small, almost insignificant before so much beauty, my eyes hallucinate and enjoy the charm of such mastery ...
With this minimalist photography, I would like to put in value the greatness of art in this world, the idea is to transmit this, so that we take care of it and enjoy it ... I hope I have succeeded!
Seriously, thanks for the visits and kind comments I receive, I really appreciate it and I don't always deserve it!
"Thank you very much my friends!"
South out of Elko toward Eureka – “jack” speaks good English with a throat full of sugar but keeps mostly to himself. As Melinda (who seems to know everything about everyone) tells it he’s from Spain where he and his brother worked in the shipyards. They were close. Worked together, lived together, inseparable. A night of big drinking led to some spirited pushing around. Enrique tripped over backwards and broke his neck. Dead. A dark fluke unfazed by disbelief or agony. At the trial despite three generations of restraint, jack’s great grandmother periodically leapt to her feet screaming that hanging was too good for a Bolshevik. No one questioned that it was an accident. After three years in prison jack left for America. Inland, away from the sea.
A few days ago I had some polaroids taped to the shady side of the cortez making digital copies. Jack watched for awhile then offered that it was the polaroids that made me a busker instead of a pickpocket. Later when I told Melinda what he’d said she shot back that if that didn’t cause me to feel deeply humbled then I was missing his point .
Today it’s either Thursday or Friday . . . . a cool and windy nowhere
Couldn't think of an adequate story to go with this image. I'm drawn back to what it means to me looking at it. All I could think about was this song. It reminds me of my older brother I guess. Perhaps because I sat alone when photographing this scene, watching the darkness envelope these beautiful mountains and wished I wasn't. It brought back memories of many a late night spent with my older brother when we were teens. I took great comfort and trust in our conversations, his advice and opinion. We talked about everything under the sun and I remember many times sitting together and watching the stars rise high in the skies like a million tiny lanterns. It was my brother who also showed me this song before he left for boot camp. Since then we've both grown up and moved to different states but I think of those nights often when I'm up late.
Here's to
starry skies and memories of long nights... to loved ones who were willing to sit with us in both the cover of darkness and in the beauty of light.
Thank you as always for listening to my ramblings...
xx
Rachel
Obviously, as can be seen in the amount of people circumambulating the stupa on the kora at ground level, the stupa is of significance to Tibetan buddhists, who have established a large community in Bodhnath or Boudha - many of them fled Tibet after the failed uprising in 1959. At the same time, it is a gathering place for many people, and indeed, is as pleasant a place as any to while away your time.
The sun has unobstructed access to the sides of the stupa, and, with a little caution for the sloping sides of the stupa, you can sit virtually anywhere. As the sun goes down and the colours of the stupa become warmer, there are more people around. The prayer flags flying above your head, the murmur coming from below, the friendly eyes of the omnipresent god that never even blink looking down on you, make for a peaceful experience, whether you are a buddhist or not.
One of the stunning beaches on the fabulous Isle of Harris, Scotland.
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A View Of Wastwater - The Lush Green Valley
We had a trip around a few locations in the Lakes yesterday, one stop being Wastwater and the lush greens everywhere.
Wastwater, Cumbria
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I was completely mesmerized when I saw this scene on my drone at sunrise. Mount Bromo is pretty amazing when photographed from the rim of the caldera, but from the air the perspective leaves you speechless. If you look closely you can see a trail leading from the base of the volcano up to the rim. I stood on the rim of Bromo shooting sunrise on my first trip here, and the view was spectacular in its own way, but it can't compare to this aerial view. You can also see a Hindu temple, Luhur Poten, at the base of the mountain between Bromo and Batok. Behind Bromo is Mount Kursi. Mount Widodaren sits behind Kursi, and Semeru stands tall in the background outside the caldera.
The Ministry of Urban Development and Environment in Hamburg, Germany. Designed by Sauerbruch Hutton Architects.
I have rarely seen a building that made such an astonishing, overpowering impression on my heart and soul. I am sure that inside very serious matters are discussed and decided upon, but what matters for me is that the outside of the building radiates pure creative joy and inspiration. And even though the weather was very far away from sunny and warm, I did not care at all. I just kept watching and admiring all of its angles and details. I hope that the positive energy of this cascade of pleasure will also be transported to you through this image.
sense of smell
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A Cat's nose is alive with hundreds-of-millions of nerves, is 14-times more sensitive than a human's and is a feline's most important sense.
This archived photograph was taken with a Canon EF 100mm f/2.8 Macro lens mounted to a Canon 40D. Shot at MFD for a lifesize reproduction of 1:1.
Chloe's (R.I.P. sweetie) nose was about 10mm, side-to-side.
Thanks all.
It was the 14th day of continuous, round-the-clock, still peaceful protest demanding the resignation of the government, but the authorities were already preparing to use force and destroy the Maidan. Everyone began to talk about the arrival of a special unit from Russia in Kyiv. Tension grew with each passing day. Opposition parties held fruitless negotiations with Yanukovych.
Another image of the view across Lake Geneva from Montreux, Switzerland. This image, "Light Fantastic" and "Shades of Yellow" are of the same view, all taken with varying degrees of light and it's effects through the clouds and/or on the water.
This shot, although quite strong in colour, specifically brings out the turquoise which works quite well with the traces of yellow in the distance creeping through the clouds.
This iconic site is a must for visitors to Kyoto, Japan. And I was early enough to avoid the normal crowds that date:-)
Fushimi Inari Taisha (伏見稲荷大社) is the head shrine of Inari, located in Fushimi-ku, Kyoto, Japan. The shrine sits at the base of a mountain also named Inari which is 233 metres above sea level, and includes trails up the mountain to many smaller shrines which span 4 kilometers and takes approximately 2 hours to walk up. [Source: Wikipedia]
It is reachable by the path lined with thousands of vermilion Torii gates, known as Senbon Torii 千鳥居, like these shown in the photo. These Torii gates are donations by individuals and companies, and the donator's name and the date of the donation are inscribed on each gate. The cost starts around 400,000 yen for a small sized gate and increases to over one million yen for a large gate. [Source: Japan Guide]
Explore #108 (highest position reached on 2020-03-30) - Thank you for stopping by and for your encouraging comments and favorites!
Finished my long day of work earlier this evening and rushed to Hidden Valley for a short hike to re-energize myself. When I came down from the hill, I witnessed this beautiful sunset behind a lupine field. I immediately took out my phone and composed for this shot. Not the best of my focus work, but still, it made my long day of work with a bitter sweet!
Our backyard is full of Lady Bugs this year. We have lots of aphids so there is plenty of food for them to feast on. We also have lots of finches too which I suspect are eating the lady bugs.
Photographed with a Nikon D500, 50mm lens, 36mm extension tube and Raynox 250, Meike320 flash.
Southern Alberta, Canada.
One of my first shots from last Sunday. I arrived at this location quite early whilst the sun was a fair few degrees above the horizon but below a band of clouds and was sending out powerful beams of golden light through the spray and onto the rocks. I set my camera up to capture that golden spray as the waves broke on the shore and rocks. 3s Exp.
View of the "Garden of Eden" and distant Colorado La Sal Mountains in Arches National Park, Utah at sunset. I allowed the car in the photo for scale. This is a popular sunset location for photographers.
when the sun is gone I see you
beautiful and haunting, but cold
like the blade of a knife
so sharp and so sweet
nobody knows
your heart.
- Princess Mononoke.
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Model: Landy
Photo: me
Makeup/hair: Qian
Styling by me
There. The most expensive fabrics I'd bought yet. Happy new year. <3
This photo showcases the dark green base of Te Mata Peak anchoring the composition in the bottom left corner. A multitude of bare trees stretching diagonally from the top left corner to the bottom right, create a natural buffer from the thick fog that covers the Tukituki valley below. The barren trees seem to form a protective line, guarding the sleeping giant (look up the legend of Te Mata Peak) from the enveloping fog.
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Mysteries of autumn
L'automne est sûrement ma saison préférée pour faire des photos. Les couleurs y sont vraiment particulières, les lumières souvent magnifiques et les lieux touristiques sont vidés des touristes.
Ce matin là, le soleil venait de se lever dans le Jura et c'est au pied de la cascade des Tufs que j'ai pu admirer ce spectacle magique. Les oiseaux chantaient, l'eau chuchotait au rythme de la cascade et le soleil venait éclairer les feuilles au second plan, déjà bien colorées par l'automne.
On était bien loin des bruits de klaxons, des trains qui passent ...
J'ai comme la sensation d'avoir vécu un moment hors du temps, magique en harmonie avec la nature qui m'entourait ce matin là.
J'en redemande ...
Bonne soirée à toutes et à tous.
Mathieu Rivrin - www.mathieurivrin.com/
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The parish church of S. Vigilio is a true artistic jewel of late baroque style for the whole village and the whole community. The fresk-paintings on the inside are works of art by the famous painter Matthäus Günther, who was then the dean of the Academy of Augsburg. When entering the church after admiring the fresk-paintings of Günther, you will be able to observe the two elegant side choirs, the beautiful pulpit, and the extraordinary picture with the immage of Holy Mary, a real masterpiece of stucco. the pictures of the 14 stations of the cross of Karl Henrici (1783) - painter from Bolzano - are also well worth being admired.
The "church of weather", as sometimes here it's called for the habit to come here and pray to avoid raging rainstorms, is probably a place where mysterious forces ecounter, built on a sacred prehistoric ground.
On the estuary of the Loire (south shore), a traditional fishery.
Sur l'estuaire de la Loire (rive sud), une pêcherie traditionnelle.
Saint-Brevin
France
Les pêcheries sur pilotis sont des esplanades en bois, souvent agrémentées d'une cabane, permettant la pêche au carrelet. Elles sont accessibles par un ponton ou bien par une échelle. Une perche amarrée à un câble soutient deux cerceaux où se fixe le carrelet, filet qui nécessite un treuil pour être relevé. La plupart des pêcheurs appâtent en vers de terre le fond de leurs mailles, lesté par quelques plombs.
En France, les pêcheries appartiennent à des personnes privées ou à des associations, mais occupent le domaine public maritime. À ce titre, elles font l'objet d'une autorisation d'occupation temporaire, précaire et révocable. S'agissant du domaine public naturel, les dispositions législatives en vigueur (article 2124 du Code général de la propriété des personnes publiques) imposent que les activités pratiquées tiennent compte de la vocation des espaces concernés, incluant notamment la pêche maritime, mais excluant l'hébergement (location de nuitées comme chambre d'hôte par exemple). La pêche au carrelet est essentiellement une activité non professionnelle, un loisir qui se pratique au printemps et à l'automne. Les prises (mulets, athérines appelées éperlans, anguilles ou bars) restent dépendantes des secteurs, des saisons, voire des jours.
Souvent équipées de façon rudimentaire, très régulièrement dépourvues d'eau courante et d'électricité, les pêcheries peuvent être louées pour une partie de pêche le temps d'une marée, sans hébergement, sous réserve du respect de prescriptions techniques relatives aux établissements accueillant du public et dans des conditions qui ne soient pas assimilables à une exploitation commerciale.
Le bassin d'Arcachon accueille des cabanes tchanquées, accessibles par bateau ou à marée basse. Plus au nord, les pêcheries occupent l'estuaire de la Gironde et de la Charente, le littoral de la Charente-Maritime, de la Vendée et de la Loire-Atlantique, ainsi que l'estuaire de la Loire. Une quarantaine de pêcheries sont construites le long de la rive sud de cet estuaire, de Saint-Brevin-les-Pins à Corsept. Elles sont accessibles par des passerelles horizontales dont les plus longues font jusqu'à 120 mètres. Essentiellement constituées de perches en bois de châtaignier, les ossatures sont enfoncées dans la vase à plus d'un mètre par endroits. Des ancrages au sol sont nécessaires pour supporter la cabane, souvent constitués de bidons enfoncés dans la vase à marée basse et évidés avant d'être remplis de gravats ou de béton.
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I always had the plan to post more shots of the wonderful Iskanderkul in Tajikistan, but it is already three years ago that I finished my trip through central Asia, and how the world has changed since then.
Beside this shot www.flickr.com/photos/115540984@N02/49221949713/in/photol..., that I posted a long time ago, there were many more.
This image was taken when we left early next morning. The scenery was gorgeous thanks to the light and the haze, and the lake got a wonderful turquoise color.
Iskanderkul is situated in the northwest of Tajikistan, in the Fann-mountains. I am not sure if it was named after Alexander the great, the stories are somewhat vague on this matter, but what is sure is that the dacha of the Tajik president is situated at the east end of the lake.
We spent two days at this lake, and although this scenery is fantastic it took me a lot of pictures to capture its grandness. Not only the lake but the surrounding mountains are so stunning you don't know where to look all the time. Enjoy!
20 September 2019 I came back from my journey over a part of the Silk Road to and through Central Asia. 4 months of traveling through 14 countries (Germany, Austria, Hungary, Romania, Turkey, Georgia, Azerbaijan, Kazakhstan, Kirgizstan, Tajikistan, Uzbekistan, Turkmenistan, Iran) before I flew home from Teheran. An impressive journey in countries that are extremely beautiful, with lovely and welcoming people and diverse cultures and history.
Intense traveling with more than 20000 kilometers in our mobile home on sometimes roads that hardly could be called that way. We saw many villages and cities (some wonderful, others very ugly), countries that are transforming from the old Soviet era into something more related to older cultures and the way people live, often funded by oil readily available around the Caspian sea. We saw the amazing mountains south of the Black Sea, the wonderful Caucasus, and the high mountains in the far east close to China with peaks over 7000 meter, and not to forget the (Bulgarian) Alps!
We crossed the great steppe of Kazakhstan. a drive of at least 5000 km, the remnants of lake Aral, once one of the biggest lakes of the world, saw a rocket launch from Baikonur (this little part is Russian owned), we crossed many high mountains passes, and drove the breathtaking canyon that comes from the Pamir, beginning at ca 4500 meter, and going down for ca. 400km to an altitude of 1300 meter, driving for 100's of kilometers along the Afghan border.
And then the numerous lakes with all sorts of different colors from deep cobalt blue to turquoise, and one rare spectacle in Turkmenistan where a gas crater is burning already for more than 40 years. And finally and certainly not the least to mention an enormous amount of wonderful, hospitable and welcoming people. The woman often dressed in wonderful dresses, and bringing a lot of color in the streets of almost of all countries we visited.
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The first sunbeams in the morning are reaching the rocks and peak, the clouds are clearing up.
The grassland region to the northeast of Tro La pass-4864m (or Cho La Pass) is known as Yilhun.Here two rivers,the Tro(Cho)-chu and Dzenu-chu drain from the Trola Range to form the Yi-chu,a fast-flowing tributary of the Nyag chu ཉག་ཆུ་ (Yalong). Here I visited the sacred glacial lake of Yilhun Lha Tso-4110m,situated some 30km below the Tro La pass. This lake is one of the most beautiful in all Tibet བོད. Its shores bedecked with colossal carved mani stones, many of which are the work of a local stone carver named Trador. The mountains and rocks surrounding the lake are said to assume the divine form of the Cakrasamvara mandala to those who have the pure vision to perceive them as such.
_______________________________________________________________________________ Yilhun Lhatso Nature Reserve (190 sq km), extending from the lakeshore as far as the jagged snow peaks of the Trola range to the south, is a natural habitat for176 species of wild animals, including the red deer (cervus albirostris), the snow-leopard, the argali, the red fox and various birds of prey. the flora of the reserve include distinctive azaleas, dragon spruce(Picea asperata),cypresses and the snow lotus སྤྱང་དུག་པ changdukpa (Sasssurea laniceps ) .
The Nomads of these upper valleys supplement their income by collecting caterpillar fungus for Chinese medicinal consumption.
These ripples as seen from the stern of the ship add some life to the already picturesque landscape and the calm water, as the ship starts to make a turn.
This was taken during the cruise to Hubbard Glacier, Alaska from Vancouver, Canada.
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Sometimes, she sat in the sunshine
in hope it'll make her fine.
Waiting there, she crosses the line,
and away the sorrow, mixes the wine
in hope it takes the night or brings the sunshine.
Sometimes, she stood in the divine,
In the shadow of Mary, God’s own concubine,
Dissolved, she prays for mercy or the sublime,
But the cross of sorrow, she can’t, of God’s shrine
And soon, from the psalms, resign.
She goes to the shoreline or riverine
and there, continues her decline,
but she sees, of all and the shores, a confine.
She takes the sand, smooth and fine
Then walked into this sea of brine.
And in the bosom of the sea, lies a sublime,
One whose face holds, rays of sunshine
Heuer werden es zehn Jahre als ich das erste Mal in London war. Es war genau zu der Zeit des zweiten Terroranschlages auf London. Damals waren kaum Menschen zu Besuch im Tower of London, im Gegensatz zum diesjährigen Besuch. Da wurde mir erst bewusst in welcher gefahr wir uns damals befanden. Im Nachhinein ein sehr bizarrer Gedanke.
This year there will be ten years as I was the first time in London. It was exactly at the time the second terrorist attack on London. At the time, hardly any people visiting the Tower of London were, in contrast to this year's visit. Then I became aware of the danger we were back then. In retrospect, a very bizarre idea.
England
Vereinigtes Königreich (United Kingdom)
London
März (March) 2015
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