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Maybe a little too colorful...but it is gray and rainy today...and I needed some cheer. Have a great Wednesday!
''Open Spirit 2017'' mācības pie Kolkas raga.JS kuģis A-53 ''Virsaitis'' un Igauņu mīnu meklētājs ''Sakala''.
2017. gada 29.augustā.
Foto: Normunds Mežiņš (Jaunsardzes un informācijas centrs)
At Columbus and Union. The books are blank if viewed from below, their words having fallen down and embedded into the sidewalk below. Later, they flashed on and off.
The 2016 Derbyshire Open Wrestling Competition was held at Wirksworth Leisure Centre On Saturday 8th October 2016.
Today was Lothian Buses Doors Open Day 2012. There was a selection of vintage uses as well as a selection of Lothian Buses serving fleet. There were various tours around the depot, you could jump on the Hybrid buses and go through the bus wash. Take a trip on an old LRT vintage bus from 1964 round the depot or take a modern look through the depot using open top buses.
Today was a large improvement from previous years. There were far more buses and lots more to do!
l'Hermitage de St-Sorlin, Charézier, département du Jura
Again and again as I read about the churches of the Chalain area, I came across mention of the ancient parish of St Sorlin. This had been vast, stretching from Clairvaux to beyond the lake, and had centred upon a vanished community on the slopes of Mount Saint-Sorlin, today in the commune of Charézier. Pierre Lacroix, in his scholarly Les Eglises Jurassienes Gothiques et Romanes, describes the excavated remains of the original church, and mentions a 19th century chapel that was built in the ruins.
I wasn't sure exactly where the church had been, or if the chapel still survived; but while out cycling between Pont le Poitte and Doucier, I saw a sign to l'Ermitage Saint Sorlin pointing through Charézier village along the road to Lieffenan. I followed it. I wasn't sure what to expect; was this the chapel Lacroix had written about? I might have been headed for a modern retreat centre for all I knew. Another sign directed me beyond Lieffenan. Climbing steeply up from the valley of the Ain, I came to a forest track, and a third sign pointing up it.
I had no idea how far it might be. I was already late for lunch ten kilometres away, and so I merely stopped and gazed wistfully up the track, got back on, and cycled home.
The following day, I decided to go and find the hermitage. It was a brilliant late summer afternoon. I left my bike at the bottom of the track. I locked it, the first time I think I have ever done so in the Jura. I regretted doing this, but I had no idea how far I would be walking, and didn't particularly want to come back down out of the forest and find my bike gone.
The path cut across the top of a field, and then turned sharply up into the forest. Immediately, it began to climb,through close ranks of ancient oaks. The path was coated in acorns; occasional lizards scarpered out of the undergrowth, and once I heard something large leap off the pathway ahead of me into the bushes.
I kept a brisk pace. Soon, the path was cutting into the steep side of the hill; below to my right were the tops of trees, and above mossy rock outcrops gleamed through the thickets. The low afternoon sun sent bold shadow lines through the forest, the air filling with the chatter of birds coming home to roost.
At a dog-leg turn in the path, a sign reassured me that it was only another 300m. The path levelled out, and I could see the way I had come below me. I turned a corner, passed a small Marian shrine - and there it was ahead of me in the clearing, a narrow west front with a double bell turret above, only one bell in place.
The clearing was cool after the climb through the forest. A couple of rabbits kicked heel and scattered as I approached, but apart from them I might have been the only one on the mountain.
I had found Lacroix's Saint-Sorlin. The little chapel sits in the middle of a large rectangular wall, the outline of the original church. It has a roof of stone slabs in the local manner. The expanse to the west forms a kind of lawned garden, an entrance to the chapel, while to the east the shuttered chancel window opens onto what appears to be an abandoned archeological dig. There are no traces at all now of the dwellings Lacroix says existed on the slope to the south of the church.
I wandered back around to the entrance. The door was wedged open, and a sign says Priere de Laisser la Porte OUVERT! The threshold has a strange carving of a cow wrapping its tail around a pair of feet, but otherwise presents no serious barrier between the organic outer world and the sanctuary within. Above, a head looks down, and the inscription reads Martyr de Saint-Saturnin.
The sun was sinking into the forest, and its light made a golden mouth of the doorway. I stepped through it.
Inside, the space was square, cool and damp. Brick tiles spread around three large foliage medallions on the floor. Apart from these, a stone altar and two memorials were the only features. One of the stones recalls that the hermitage was built by a man called Joseph Simonin. He had been a farmer in the adjoining hamlet of Lieffenan, but felt called to establish the chapel here, which he did with his wife in 1834. They lived as a silent community, receiving pilgrims, until his wife died and he became a Holy Spirit Friar in the Auvergne. He died there in 1856, but in 1987 this little chapel was restored and his remains were brought here for reburial.
In 1980, Lacroix had bemoaned the state of the hermitage and feared for its future, but today it is a rejuvenated centre of energy. Fresh tulips decorate the stone which Simonin had set up to recall the great days of Saint-Sorlin's past. The stone, now broken, was recovered from the ruins in the 1980s at the time of the restoration. I signed the visitors book, noting quite how many visitors the chapel had, many of them from abroad.
I sat outside, feeling the evening coming on as the sun fell beneath the ridge. A blackbird stood on the wall nearby, piping sadly in the fading light.
I thought of England. Soon, it would be time to go home, away from the fat heat and softness of eastern France to a Suffolk where the lean days would cool and shorten, where the exuberant buzz and hubbub of our urban life would be the counterpoint to a whirl of responsibilities. But if I ever needed space in my head, I knew I would think myself back here.
taxi: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Open%20Air/152/91/124
open mic poetry & Spoken Worrd @ the virtual public artspace hangout, open :air
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Formed 2009 by Ei Wada and college fellows Kimitoshi Sato, Haruka Yoshida, Takumi Namba and Masaru Yoshida (bass), Open Reel Ensemble combines old school, reel-to-reel (“open reel”) tape deck and modern technology into a musical instrument.
The group roots in leader Wada’s mid-teen days, when he obtained a reel-to-reel tape deck about to be discarded from a radio station. After fooling around not knowing how to operate it, he, at one point, misperceived it as a musical instrument. By touching the reel and the exposed magnetic tape, he experienced the sense of “physically intervening in music and time”, and “playing the sound of the tape itself”. In 2008, Wada and Sato began developing a reel-to-reel tape deck with USB ports by incorporating a computer in order to explore the potential of a reel-to-reel tape deck as an instrument. Civilization critic Ivan Illich once said: “A convivial tool offers the greatest opportunity to enrich the environment with the fruit of its user’s vision.” ‘Convivial’ derives from a French word that means to live together in joy; Illich described convivial tools as “tools used apart from their industrial values”. Precisely, Open Reel Ensemble pursues an alternative value of an obsolete tool as a “convivial tool”.To manipulate a reel-to-reel tape deck as a musical instrument, a USB port was attached to enable the computer (and Max/MSP) to control. This allowed originally impossible performances, remote control, OSC interface, and sounds created by controlling the spin of the reel. In addition, they attached a sound oscillator that directly vibrates the tape. Visualizing a world of people jamming with this instrument, they envisioned this project as a band as well. They construct music as an ensemble by manipulating reel-to-reel tape decks with all their might and by using voices and sounds sampled on the spot, pursuing an alternative value of a forgotten media form, and
attempting to explore the world of “convivial tools”.
Credit: Takeshi Horinouchi
The 2019 Derbyshire Open Wrestling Competition was held at Wirksworth Leisure Centre On Saturday 5th October 2019.
Wirksworth Leisure Centre,
Hannage Way,
Wirksworth,
Derbyshire,
DE4 4JG.
Dr. Rajiv Shah, Administrator of the U.S. Agency for International Development or (USAID) and Pakistan’s Finance Minister Hafeez Shaikh inaugurated today a photo exhibition celebrating more than five decades of cooperation between the United States and Pakistan in supporting a more prosperous future for the people of Pakistan. The exhibition will be open at the Pakistan National Council of the Arts (PNCA) through April 17.
Isobel Pooley, High Jump, 2012 Midlands Indoor Athletics Open Meeting, National Indoor Arena, Birmingham, UK.
Kom naar de feestelijke opening van het Herinneringsmuseum
Op 17 maart aanstaande om 14.00 uur vindt de officiële opening plaats van het Herinneringsmuseum in woonzorgcentrum Rustenborch in Oegstgeest. Burgemeester E.M. Timmers- van Klink, prof. dr. H.M. Becker en bewoonster mevrouw Hillenius-Ginjaar verrichten, tijdens de Open Dag van de Zorg, gezamenlijk de feestelijke opening in de hal van woonzorgcentrum Rustenborch in Oegstgeest.
Oude herinneringen uit de jaren 30 en 40 herleven
Bewoners, oudere én jongere bezoekers zijn van harte welkom om de dagelijkse gebruiksvoorwerpen uit die tijd (o.a. een kolenkachel, een harmonium en Sunlight-zeep) te bewonderen, herinneringen op te halen, elkaar te ontmoeten en te ervaren hoe mensen vroeger leefden. Ook herkent en leert u als bezoeker veel over de geschiedenis van Oegstgeest. Het museum wordt een ontmoetingsplek voor alle ouderen in Oegstgeest en omstreken en fungeert ook als een educatief centrum voor leerlingen uit de regio. Zorginstelling WWZ-Mariënstaete-Valent (WMV) heeft dit museum gerealiseerd samen met initiatiefnemer Arjan de Kok. Vrijwilligers van WMV spelen een belangrijke rol bij het museum; zij zorgen voor ontvangst en verzorgen desgewenst rondleidingen.
Adres en openingstijden
Het museum is gevestigd in woonzorgcentrum Rustenborch, Apollolaan 384 in Oegstgeest.
Geopend van dinsdag t/m zondag van 13.30 uur tot 16.00 uur en maandag gesloten.
Meer informatie
Annemieke Tiggelman, coördinator vrijwilligers WMV
telefoon (071) 517 12 34
e-mail a.tiggelman@wwz-oegstgeest.nl
The open hand monument at chandigarh.. designed by architect Le Corbusier... it was constructed many years after he died... open hand resembles both a hand and a free bird... local kids love to play cricket at the sunken court adjoining the monument...
NCAA Open wrestling tournament. The 2018 Roadrunner Open held a California State University, Bakersfield. Photos by John Sachs www.tech-fall.com
Primi scatti eseguiti con il nuovo Sigma 8-16mm
First shots done with the new Sigma 8-16mm
Obviously, vignetting is an effect added in post-production
Chandigarh's principal insignia is meant to represent the city's 'openness to giving and to receiving.'
Dartmouth Formula Racing's car for the Thayer-founded Formula Hybrid Competition at Open House, which provides an opportunity for the community and incoming students to explore the work of engineering students, staff, and faculty.
Photo by Douglas Fraser.
Nikon S (Rangefinder)
Nippon 50mm F2
Kodak 400CN shot at 200
With the new addition to the family comes some good and some bad after shooting it i pretty much knew i'd have to get it CLA'd but I may also need the curtains replaced but after shooting the camera i fell in love so guess I'll just have to remain patient and wait for it to be complete....camera is built like a brick but is a cool looking camera and the viewfinder is awesome...this was one of the few that wasnt effected by the cracks in the curtains...