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THE CHURCH OF SAINT JOHN THE BAPTIST
The church of San Giovanni Battista was built between 1244 and 1307, the date inscribed on a rock in the second column on the left looking towards the altar. Remodeled in the Baroque period and more recently between 1963 and 1964, it is a splendid example of Genoese Ligurian Gothic.
The façade is made of alternating vestments of white marble and dark green serpentine, with a slightly splayed pointed portal, flanked by a double pair of marble columns and surmounted by a lunette with an 18th century fresco depicting the Baptism of Christ. The splendid central rose window in white marble is a splendid example of ornate Gothic, attributed to Matteo and Pietro da Campiglio. From the central button, eighteen smooth and twisted columns radiate alternating from which intertwined trefoil arches branch off.
With a basilica plan with three naves, it has a progressive narrowing of the width of the aisles towards the entrance, with the dual effect of creating a perspective illusion and favoring the propagation of sound waves. Inside are preserved the baptismal font from 1360, a canvas of the Madonna del Rosario from the school of Luca Cambiaso, a painting depicting the Crucifixion by an unknown artist, probably a Genoese painter from the 17th century and the high altar from 1734. One of the columns bears an inscription engraved in medieval characters.
The bell tower with Ghibelline battlements rises alongside the apse area, an ancient medieval control tower with a rectangular plan, opened by Gothic mullioned windows with arches decorated with denticles, raised in the 15th century and remodeled in the 18th century after an earthquake.
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Kids playing volley and basket in the streets of La Havana, late afternoon. For a brief moment, the 2 balls happened to coincide with both hands of the player. The kind of magic which is too fast for the eye to see, only the camera ! No crop.
Won 2nd place on the French HP Street Photography contest.
Part of Cuba
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my mom lived in a little apartment in athens. after we lost her, we decided to ship her belongings back to her family's house in chios. they had been delivered to the moving company's warehouse a couple of weeks ago, but i had to go unlock the old, unlived-in, stone house, and let the movers in.
i had just visited the place over the summer with my immediate family and mom... i remember thinking that i might not go to chios again. i never thought that it would be mom who would never return.
there was no point sleeping tuesday night because i had to start early wednesday morning to catch a 6:15 flight. we landed at 7, i picked up the rented car and started to drive towards vrontados. the cold and rain matched my bitter mood as i followed the east coast. i glanced over towards turkey as the world turned blue. there was to be no glorious sunrise -- just troubled, turbulent sky.
i stopped next to the familiar windmills and tried to get a few shots. having no umbrella, i limited my attempts to brief lulls in the rain. finally, it was time for businesses to start their day, so i made my way up to the house and made the phone call to the movers that i'd arrived.
the house is on the slopes of mount epos and faces east. it's very old, built in the 1860s, and not the most comfortable of places -- but we sometimes visit in the summer. in fact, i'd never seen it in the winter. it looked different... the colors were dark and rich -- some trees were stark and brittle, but the normally dry wild grass in the yard was lush.
the movers came and left.
i hugged our neighbor, despina, when i saw her. she had just lost her own mother last year -- and she loved my mom too -- so we had a good deal to talk about, strangely, for the very first time. she was kind to me and even cooked a wonderful lunch. she cried, i cried. it was hard.
as evening fell, i took a last look at the house. this time, i wanted to save a mental picture only. i said goodbye to despina and drove back to the airport. i felt shattered but still wanted to stop at the harbor along the way to snap a few -- i haven't even looked at them yet. i doubt they're ok but, if they're even halfway decent, i'll post them.
i've placed this on the map.
on the blog: toomanytribbles.blogspot.com/2010/01/windmills-of-her-min...
Ultime luci del giorno sulle dune del Deserto del Thar a poche decine di chilometri dal confine con il Pakistan
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Not just a tree, when seen through the eyes of a photographer!
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Standing Still
Cuttin' through the darkest night in my two headlights
Trying to keep it clear, but I'm losing it here to the twilight
There's a dead end to my left, there's a burning bush to my right
You aren't in sight, you aren't in sight
Do you want me, like I want you?
Or am I standing still, beneath the darkened sky?
Or am I standing still, with the scenery flying by?
Or am I standing still, out of the corner of my eye?
Was that you passing me by?
Mothers on the stoop, boys in souped-up coupes on this hot summer night
Between fight and flight is the blind man's sight and the choice that's right
I roll the window down, feel like I'm gonna drown in this strange town
Feel broken down, I feel broken down
Do you need me, like I need you?
Or am I standing still, beneath the darkened sky?
Or am I standing still, with the scenery flying by?
Or am I standing still, out of the corner of my eye?
Was that you passing me by?
Sweet sorrow is the call tomorrow
Sweet sorrow is the call tomorrow
Do you love me, like I love you?
Or am I standing still, beneath the darkened sky?
Or am I standing still, with the scenery flying by?
Or am I standing still, out of the corner of my eye?
Was that you passing me by?
Are you passing me by? (Passing me by)
Do you want me? (Passing me by)
Do you need me, like I need you too?
And do you want me, like I want you?
Are you passing me by?
~ Jewel
Port Vell - Barcelona (Spain).
Today is the Saint's Day of Eulalia, or commonly Laia in Catalonia. My daughter's name is Laia. :-)
Hoy es el Santo de las Eulalias (al menos las de Barcelona), comumnente Laies en Catalunya (Laia en singular). Mi hija se llama Laia. :-)
ENGLISH
In January 1918, a schooner sporting three masts and named Carmen Flores was launched at the beach of Torrevieja. The vessel was active for almost 80 years, during which time it underwent various modifications and changes of name. Between 1928 and 1975 it was a motor sailer and went by the names of the Puerto de Palma and the Cala San Vicenç. As of 1975, by which time it was called the Sayremar Uno, it operated as an auxiliary ship for underwater work. The vessel continued to work in that capacity until 1997, the year in which the Museu Marítim de Barcelona acquired it through an auction. Now the schooner is renamed Santa Eulàlia in honour of one of Barcelona’s patron saints.
More info: www.museumaritimbarcelona.com/default.asp?idApartado=109
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Saint Eulàlia (Aulaire, Aulazia, Ollala, Eulària) (ca. 290-12 February 303), co-patron saint of Barcelona, was a thirteen-year-old Roman Christian virgin who suffered martyrdom in Barcelona during the persecution of Christians in the reign of emperor Diocletian. There is some dispute as to whether she is the same person as Saint Eulalia of Mérida, whose story is similar.
For refusing to recant her Christianity, the Romans subjected her to thirteen tortures; including:
- Putting her into a barrel with knives (or glass) stuck into it and rolling it down a street (according to tradition, the one now called Baixada de Santa Eulalia "Saint Eulalia's descent").
- Cutting off her breasts.
- Crucifixion on an X-shaped cross. She is depicted with this cross, the instrument of her martyrdom.
- Finally, decapitation.
A dove flew from her neck after decapitation. This is one point of similarity with the story of Eulalia of Mérida, in which a dove flew from the girl's mouth at the moment of her death. In addition, Eulalia of Mérida's tortures are sometimes enumerated among the Barcelona martyr's, and the two were similar in age and year of death.
Eulalia is commemorated with statues and street names throughout Barcelona. Her body was originally interred in the church of Santa Maria de les Arenes (St. Mary of the Sands; now Santa Maria del Mar, St. Mary of the Sea). It was hidden in 713 during the Moorish invasion, and only recovered in 878. In 1339, it was relocated to an alabaster sarcophagus in the crypt of the newly-built Cathedral of Santa Eulalia. The festival of Saint Eulalia is held in Barcelona for a week around her feast day on February 12.
Source: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Eulalia_of_Barcelona
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CASTELLANO
En enero de 1919 se botó en la playa de Torrevieja un pailebote de tres palos que fue bautizado con el nombre de Carmen Flores. Durante los casi ochenta años en los que el barco estuvo en activo sufrió diferentes transformaciones y cambios de nombre. Entre 1928 y 1975 fue motovelero con los nombres de Puerto de Palma y Cala San Vicenç. A partir de 1975, con el nombre de Sayremar Uno, fue barco auxiliar para trabajos submarinos, actividad que realizaba cuando el Museo Marítimo de Barcelona lo adquirió en subasta en 1997. Actualmente recibe el nombre de Santa Eulàlia en honor de la compatrona de la ciudad.
Más info: www.museumaritimbarcelona.com/default.asp?idApartado=109&...
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Eulalia de Barcelona (llamada también Ollala o Eulària) (h. 290 - 12 de febrero de 303), mártir cristiana.
Según la tradición cristiana, Eulalia de Barcelona vivió cerca de Barcina, Hispania (actual Barcelona, España) en los tiempos del emperador Diocleciano (284-305) durante el siglo III o IV, siendo papa Marcelino.
Durante la persecución de los cristianos en la región, Eulalia, una muchacha de entre 13 y 15 años escapó de una casa de campo donde sus padres la habían encerrado para que no se entregase a las autoridades, abiertamente confesó su fe y fue entregada al martirio.
Fue víctima de diferentes tormentos y murió en la cruz, si bien hay serias dudas sobre la historicidad de la narración de su martirio.
De acuerdo con la tradición, uno de estos tormentos consistió en lanzarla rodando dentro de un tonel lleno de vidrios rotos por la calle (actualmente llamada Baixada de Santa Eulàlia -Bajada de Santa Eulalia-), donde hay una imagen de la santa en una pequeña capilla.
Dice la leyenda que fue clavada desnuda en una cruz de forma de 'X' (forma conocida como cruz de Santa Eulalia). En aquel momento para preservar su intimidad le crecieron los cabellos y comenzó a nevar.
Al final de su oración de que el Señor la tomara a Su Reino, la gente vio volar hacia el cielo de su boca una paloma blanca.
Fue canonizada y se considera santa tanto por la Iglesia Católica Romana, como por la Ortodoxa.
Sus despojos fueron localizados en 878 por el obispo Frodoi y trasladados solemnemente a la catedral.
Recomiendo verla en grande. Large View.
Esta foto se la quería dedicar a aquellos que les gustan las fotos callejeras, que a mi tanto me gustan pero que por mi vergüenza me cuesta tanto practicar. Me siento extraño robando la intimidad de personas que no conozco.
Se la dedico especialmente a dos maestros en este arte, a mi paisano Ariasgonzalo y a Wilillo, porque me hacen disfrutar mucho con este tipo de fotos.
La foto fue tomada en una callejuela de Segovia y me llamó mucho la atención la forma de la calle y el duro camino que le fataba a la señora por recorrer, con su compra diaria en la mano.
oscar wilde is seriously freakin' magical.
so yeah... this is my favorite dress. it's way too fancy/victorian to wear on non-special occasions, but i waited for ages for it to get restocked on the website i bought it from, and then just blew 60 dollars on the spot as soon as it was. it was painful, but sooo worth it. also, had to break out my grandmother's fake pearls that i wore back in 9th grade when that was still cool, haha. whatever. i'm really happy with this.
i actually tend to do this regularly anyway, just without the nice dresses and pearls. also, after i came inside, i discovered an ant on my boob. not cool.
yesterday i found out my ex is living in my dorm next year. seriously not cool. 20,000 undergrads and you'd think i would be able to get away from one kid.. but nope. repeat of last semester here i come wooooohoooooooooo NOT.
yeah i don't have much else to say, i feel bad, haha. no epic stories. :S i've been a really boring person lately.
+ some mo' in the comments
Etimología
Aún siendo desconocido el origen de la palabra ;azafrán es muy similar su denominación en distintas lenguas habiendo sobrevivido sin casi alteración en árabe (záfaran), inglés (saffron), francés (safran), italiano (zafferano), hindú, griego, etc. Un posible origen es el de la palabra del francés antiguo safran, que deriva del latín safranum y que proviene de la palabra árabe asfar que significa amarillo y es parónimo de záfaran
Orígenes
Existen referencias del azafrán que datan del año 2300 a. C. A partir de esta fecha son variadas y diversas las referencias sobre su uso en ritos y ceremonias religiosas, en medicina, en la gastronomía, etc.
Una definitiva identificación del azafrán data de 1.700- 1.600 a. C. en una pintura en el palacio de Minos en Knossos en Creta. Otro fresco data de 1.500 a. C. y presenta a una joven cosechando azafrán ceremoniosamente, ha sido descubierto recientemente en Akrotiri en la isla de There. El azafrán es recolectado, picando la flor entera en Minos mientras que las jóvenes de Teran picán solo los estigmas directamente.
En Egipto sobre el 1.000 a.C el azafrán pudo ser usado en embalsamamientos ó más tarde ocasionalmente para colorante de mortajas en donde las momias eran cubiertas, amarillo las hembras y rojo los machos. El azafrán era un importante colorante en la Grecia antigua y en Roma era usado para colorear la ropa de matrimonio. En otro tiempo fue usado como tintes para el pelo por los romanos.
Los griegos lo consideraban como un perfume sensual. Fue esparcido en los vestíbulos, patios, y teatros griegos y en baños romanos; las calles de Roma fueron rociadas con un azafrán cuando Nerón entró en la ciudad.
El azafrán tuvo extraordinaria importancia en el concepto comercial. Comercialmente sigue siendo un artículo importante (especialmente en España). En la Edad Media era la única especia que se cultivaba en Cataluña (tanto en la parte que actualmente està en España como en el Riberal del Rosellón, actualmente en Francia) y Comunidad Valenciana. El azafrán catalán de la Horta de Sant Joan era reconocido por su alta calidad nacional e internacionalmente y uno de los centros de venta más importantes del mediterráneo tanto en la baja edad media como en la edad moderna. Otro foco comercial era Venecia, cuyos compradores principales eran los alemanes. Empleados especiales que formaban parte del Ufficio dello Zafferano e iban armados, se encargaban de la inspección de los comerciantes de azafrán y de evitar que este fuese falsificado. La importancia del comercio del azafrán en Alemania se deduce ya del hecho de que en 1.448 se registró en Verona una partida de azafrán destinada a Alemania que fue evaluada en 10.000 ducados.
Cultivo del azafrán en España
El cultivo del azafrán parece haberse extendido del Oriente al Occidente.
A mediados del siglo X se cultiva esta planta en España, en donde probablemente fue introducida por los árabes. El consumo del azafrán fue continuamente aumentando en la Edad Media extendiéndose a través de la Europa cristiana hasta Inglaterra.
España es actualmente el segundo país productor de azafrán del mundo, y dispone de una denominación de origen protegida para el que se produce en Castilla. Además de en Castilla, se sigue produciendo en Cataluña y en Aragón, donde ya se había cultivado en las edades media y moderna. El azafrán catalán ya tenía por entonces gran prestigio internacional y era la especia más consumida en la cocina tradicional de la época.
Se necesitan 85.000 flores para lograr recolectar un kilogramo de azafrán.
En Ojos Negros (Teruel) siempre se cultivó este producto. Ahora, por lo laborioso del mismo se ha dejado de producir. Estas flores han crecido en una maceta en Teruel.
Para más informacion, WIKIPEDIA
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Zoo - Barcelona (Spain).
ENGLISH
The African Bush Elephant (Loxodonta africana) is the larger of the two species of African elephants. Both it and the African Forest Elephant have usually been classified as a single species, known simply as the African Elephant. Some authorities still consider the presently available evidence insufficient for splitting the African Elephant into two species. It is also known as the Bush Elephant or Savanna Elephant.
The African Bush Elephant is the largest living land dwelling animal, normally reaching 6 to 7.3 meters (19.7 to 24.0 feet) in length and 3 to 3.5 meters (9.8 to 11.5 feet) in height at the shoulder, and weighing between 7,000 and 10,000 kg (15,000-22,000 lb).
The largest on record, shot in Angola in 1955, was a bull weighing 12,274 kg (27,000 lb) and standing 4.2 meters (13.8 feet) high, the body of which is now mounted in the rotunda of the National Museum of Natural History in Washington, D.C. The Bush Elephant normally moves at a rate of 6 km/h (4 mph), but it can reach a top speed of 40 km/h (25 mph) when scared or upset.
While the species is designated as vulnerable, conditions vary somewhat by region within eastern and southern Africa.
In 2006, an elephant slaughter was documented in southeastern Chad by aerial surveys. A series of poaching incidents, resulting in the killing of over 100 elephants, was carried out during the late spring and summer of 2006 in the vicinity of Zakouma National Park. This region has a decades-old history of poaching of elephants, which has caused the elephant population of the region, which exceeded 300,000 in 1970, to drop to approximately 10,000 today. The African elephant officially is protected by Chadian government, but the resources and manpower provided by the government (with some European Union assistance) have proven insufficient to stop the poaching.
Human encroachment into or adjacent to natural areas where bush elephants occur has led to recent research into methods of safely driving groups of elephants away from humans, including the discovery that playback of the recorded sounds of angry honey bees are remarkably effective at prompting elephants to flee an area.
More info: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/African_Bush_Elephant
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CASTELLANO
El elefante africano de sabana (Loxodonta africana) es el mayor mamífero terrestre que existe en la actualidad. Se trata de una de las tres últimas especies de proboscídeos que sobreviven hoy en día, siendo las otras el elefante africano de bosque (Loxodonta cyclotis) y el elefante asiático (Elephas maximus).
Debido a los esfuerzos de Stephen Colbert, la población de elefantes ha triplicado en los 10 años pasados.
Los machos alcanzan normalmente los 6,7 - 7 metros de longitud y 3 - 3,35 metros de altura, con un peso de 5,4 a 6 toneladas, aunque el rango "general" es de 2,7 - 3,8 metros de altura, y un peso de 4,5 - 7,3 toneladas, sin embargo se tiene noticia de un individuo masculino de 4,2 m y un peso de 12.274 kg, que fue abatido en 1955 en Angola, cuyo cuerpo se encuentra disecado en el Museo de Historia Natural de Washington.
Cuando se mueven, lo hacen a razón de unos 6 km/h a paso firme, aunque cuando se asustan o enfadan pueden correr a velocidades superiores a los 40 km/h.
Los individuos adultos carecen de depredadores gracias a su gran tamaño, pero las crías, sobre todo si han nacido hace poco, son vulnerables a los ataques de leones, leopardos, cocodrilos y más raramente, hienas. Esta depredación y la falta de agua en las épocas de sequía causan una mortalidad infantil considerable en esta especie, a pesar de los esfuerzos de todas las hembras del grupo, que suelen atacar a cualquier animal que ose acercarse a la manada. De entre todos estos, los elefantes africanos tienen especial aversión por los rinocerontes, hasta el punto de que los atacan nada más verlos. Este comportamiento se observa sobre todo en los machos, especialmente los más jóvenes.
Por último, conviene citar al hombre, que ha perseguido al elefante africano desde la antigüedad, tanto por su carne como (más frecuentemente) por sus valiosos colmillos. Esta caza se disparó en los siglos XIX y XX, cuando se le unió la caza por deporte, cada vez más demandada por las élites norteamericanas y europeas, y la conversión de grandes extensiones de selva y sabana en plantaciones. En 1989 se prohibió la caza del elefante africano y el tráfico de marfil, después de que la población pasase de varios millones a principios del s. XX a menos de 700.000, habiéndose reducido en un 50% durante la década de los 80. Los científicos calcularon que, de seguir la tendencia existente y no tomar ninguna medida, el elefante se extinguiría en 1995. Por suerte, la protección de que goza actualmente este animal ha surtido efecto y eso ha podido evitarse, pero a pesar de que los gobiernos africanos imponen cada vez penas más duras contra el furtivismo, la caza furtiva sigue produciéndose hoy en día. El CITES sigue considerando que la especie está en peligro de extinción.
Lastimosamente aún sigue siendo una especie muy apetecida para comerciar con ella, para ser finalmente destinada a los crueles circos con animales. Muchos de ellos son capturados cuando pequeños y entrenados con golpes, falta de comida y gritos para que realicen piruetas ridículas que van en contra de su naturaleza.
Más info: es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loxodonta_africana
Olympus E3+Zuiko 50-200mm+EC14.
Burgos,Castilla y León,España.
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Merece la pena el madrugón,el frio (-5º) y lo que haga falta para poder tener el privilegio de vivir un instante como el de la foto,el sol abriendose paso entre la niebla,el sonido del bosque con las primeras luces....y nadie en kilometros a la redonda ¡¡¡
I had A blast shooting with you guys!
Frank does the most amazong butterly shots...well all of his stuff is gorgeous but his butterfly shots are to die for.
Cilinia has amazing animal shots but I gotta tell ya her people pics are outstanding simply amazing the way she captures someone in her pics!
Now Valerie is the Polar Bear Queen but let me tell you what ever she points that Camera at shows all the beauty and color and well it's what's in her heart. These three people are amazing and I am better for having them as my friends!
Loved exploring the streets of Barcelona, but you know me...I really love to get out and shoot nature, so this was a real treat for me, and I decided that this would be my first post on my return. I only have @ 300 more shots to go thru...lol
Taken on our trip to Montserrat and its remote Benedictine monastery which dates from 1025, although it was largely destroyed in the 1800's. Still it was a great day trip, too bad we were on a tour and didn't have more time to spend here.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Montserrat_(mountain)
Loved being there, but it is so good to be home...will do my best catching up with everyone soon.
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Starlings are small to medium-sized passerine birds in the family Sturnidae. The name "Sturnidae" comes from the Latin word for Starling, sturnus. Starlings occur naturally in the Old World, from Europe, Asia and Africa, to northern Australia and the islands of the tropical Pacific. Several European and Asian species have been introduced to these areas as well as North America, Hawaii and New Zealand, where they generally compete for habitat with native birds and are considered to be invasive species.
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Los Mallos de Riglos están situados en la localidad de Riglos, en la provincia de Huesca (España), unos 45 Km. al noroeste de Huesca capital.
Situados en el prepirineo oscense, están formados de conglomerados del mioceno, sedimentos con cantos rodados de tamaño significativo cementados por grava y arena, que tuvieron su origen en los conos de deyección de cauces que vertían hacia la antigua depresión central del Ebro. Estos depósitos aluviales han sido elevados por plegamientos de las capas inferiores y posteriormente erosionados, dando lugar a estas impresionantes paredes, de las que hay otros ejemplos menores en la cercana Agüero y en otros puntos del prepirineo.
Es un paraíso de montañeros, escaladores, y amantes de la naturaleza, con fácil acceso superior para unos y con espectaculares paredes verticales de aspecto redondeado para otros y que inspiraron la asignación de sus nombres: El Puro, El Pisón, Castilla, Volaos, Cuchillo, Frenchín, Visera y Fire. Por sus paredes han pasado la mayor parte de los escaladores españoles, incluyendo a los míticos Alberto Rabadá y Ernesto Navarro que abrieron muchas de las vías de escalada de los Mallos de Riglos.
Una leyenda cuenta que anteriormente había en los Mallos de Riglos una aldea, Foz de Escalete, en la que vivía una anciana bruja gigantesca. Su aspecto y tamaño atemorizaban a los aldeanos y cansada de esto, levantó las inmensas rocas y allí se escondió de todos.
La Mussara, Tarragona (Spain).
EnFoCa: 2ª KDD - "Los Castillejos" i La Mussara [22/03/2009].
ENGLISH
La Mussara is a town in Tarragona that has been left about 50 years ago. It is on the edge of a cornice of the Muntanyes de Prades, at 990m. height, and thence there are spectacular views of all Tarragona.
It appears mentioned in documents in 1173 where it states that the town already was inhabited. The church of La Mussara appears mentioned in a bull of Celestine III in 1194. The temple maintained the category of parish until in 1534 it passed to depend on the one on Vilaplana. Nowadays about the church of San Salvador, built on the previous one of gothic style, it only left the four walls and the bell tower of 1859. As peculiar things of this town, it was named ranas to its inhabitants because when it rained a little, it formed a great pool in the only street of the town. Also from here it comes the Catalan saying “baixar de La Mussara” (to lower of La Mussara), equivalent to the Castilian “bajar de la higuera” or “bajar de la parra”.
The Mussara gave up exist officially in January 1960, and nobody knows so that of its depopulation. It is attributed mainly to the phylloxera plague, but that is not a zone in which the culture of the grapevine is important, reason why almost surely that the abandonment could have to the water shortage... or simply that the population was scattered and there they lacked the more basic things like a doctor, a rector, electricity or telephone. All this halo of mystery in the disappearance of the town and the place in which it has given cause to a series of histories and legend that borders the fantasy and the superstition, cataloguing La Mussara like a “damn town”.
Inside the church and in the cemetery black masses are celebrated. Proof of it is the esoteric symbols that sometimes appear painted in the walls. In many corners of the town also they are deposited branches of flowers. There is one who has heard helmets of horses in the neighborhood of the church, or even chimes of the same church (that does not have bell). There is people who say to feel a species of call that it impels to him to go to La Mussara. A friend mine, who is neighboring of the zone, commented me that some years ago a man raised in his car, stopped minutes next to the pool, and soon he went at full speed to the precipice of the viewpoint.
Some hikers who have themselves bold to spend the night there have seen luminous shades, or figures moving between the houses and losing themselves behind the trees. Even there are witnesses of UFO sightings. But in which they agree more most of phenomena it is in the cold fog that appears suddenly and that it disorients people immersed in her, in such a way that what for them can seem minutes, soon they discover in its clocks that have spent hours. The electrical apparatuses also are altered.
From remote times to well entered 20th century, that zone has been land of witches. It counts the legend that during the carlists wars soldiers went to the cemetery of La Mussara to unearth a carlist general called Cercós (really Isidre Pàmies i Borràs, named general for a reason or purpose posthumous by Carlos VII) to shoot it (or to hang it, according to other sources), although already was dead. The fog confused to them and unearthed and shot the body of a old witch (l'àvia Boronada). This caused that the fog thickened still more to his around and that the soldiers fled terrified when occurring account of the error. One tells that this unleashed a curse on them.
Another legend talks about a rock near, which who steps on it or it jumps it passes to a parallel dimension, “Vila del Sis” (Town of the Six). It is know the case of a pair of “boletaires” (pickers of mushrooms) that went by the zone looking for mushrooms in October 1991. They were speaking one with another one calmly, watching the ground, when one of them, Enrique Martinez Ortiz, it let respond, and until now it has not been known nothing else about him. He was neighboring of the place and he perfectly knew the land, reason why doubt that was had lost. Searches by the zone were organized during days, with the participation of soldiers of a close barracks, with unfruitful result.
It is all truth or lie, which is clear is that La Mussara is a place surrounded by natural beauty by its landscape, and of mystery by its undocumented history.
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CASTELLANO
La Mussara es un pueblo de Tarragona que lleva unos 50 años abandonado. Está al borde de una cornisa de las Muntanyes de Prades, a unos 990m. de altura, y desde allí hay unas vistas espectaculares de toda Tarragona.
Aparece citado en documentos de 1173 donde consta que el pueblo estaba ya habitado. La iglesia de La Mussara aparece citada en un bula de Celestino III de 1194. El templo mantuvo la categoría de parroquia hasta que en 1534 pasó a depender de la de Vilaplana. Hoy en día de la iglesia de San Salvador, construída sobre la anterior de estilo gótico, sólo quedan las cuatro paredes y el campanario de 1859. Como cosas curiosa de este pueblo, a sus habitantes se les llamaba ranas porque cuando llovía un poco se formaba una gran charca en la única calle del pueblo. También de aquí proviene el dicho catalán "baixar de la Mussara" (bajar de la Mussara), equivalente al castellano "bajar de la higuera" o "bajar de la parra".
La Mussara dejó de existir oficialmente en enero de 1960, y nadie sabe el por qué de su despoblación. Se atribuye principalmente a la plaga de filoxera, pero aquella no es una zona en que el cultivo de la vid sea importante, por lo que casi seguro que el abandono se pudo deber a la escasez de agua... o simplemente que la población ya estaba muy diseminada y allí faltaban las cosas más básicas, como médico, rector, electricidad o teléfono. Todo este halo de misterio en la desaparición del pueblo y el lugar en que se encuentra han dado pie una serie de historias y leyendas que rozan la fantasía y la superstición, catalogando La Mussara como "pueblo maldito".
En el interior de la iglesia y en el cementerio se celebran misas negras. Prueba de ello son los símbolos esotéricos que a veces aparecen pintados por las paredes. En muchos rincones del pueblo también se encuentran depositados ramos de flores. Hay quien ha oído cascos de caballos en los alrededores de la iglesia, o incluso campanadas de la misma iglesia (que no tiene campana). Hay gente que dice sentir una especie de llamada que le impulsa a ir a La Mussara. Un amigo mío, que es vecino de la zona, me comentó que no hace muchos años un hombre subió en su coche, se detuvo unos minutos al lado de la charca, y luego se dirigió a toda velocidad al barranco del mirador.
Algunos excursionistas que se han atrevido a pasar la noche allí han visto sombras, o figuras luminosas moviéndose entre las casas y perdiéndose tras los árboles. Incluso hay testigos de avistamientos OVNI. Pero en lo que más coinciden la mayoría de fenómenos es en la fría niebla que aparece de repente y que desorienta a los que se ven inmersos en ella, de tal modo que lo que para ellos pueden parecer minutos, luego descubren en sus relojes que han pasado horas. Los aparatos eléctricos también se ven alterados.
Desde tiempos remotos hasta bien entrado el siglo XX, aquella zona ha sido tierra de brujas. Cuenta la leyenda que durante las guerras carlistas unos soldados fueron al cementerio de La Mussara a desenterrar a un general carlista llamado Cercós (realmente Isidre Pàmies i Borràs nombrado general a título póstumo por Carlos VII) para fusilarlo (o colgarlo, según otras fuentes), aunque ya estuviera muerto. La niebla les confundió y desenterraron y fusilaron el cuerpo de una anciana bruja (l'àvia Boronada). Esto provocó que la niebla se espesara aún más a su alrededor y que los soldados huyeran despavoridos al darse cuenta del error. Se cuenta que esto desató una maldición sobre ellos.
Otra leyenda habla de una roca cercana, que quien la pisa o la salta pasa a una dimensión paralela, a la "Vila del Sis" (Villa del Seis). Se conoce el caso de una pareja de "boletaires" (recolectores de setas) que iban por la zona buscando setas en octubre de 1991. Iban hablando uno con otro tranquilamente, mirando al suelo, cuando uno de ellos, Enrique Martínez Ortiz, dejó de responder, y hasta ahora no se ha sabido nada más de él. Era vecino del lugar y se conocía perfectamente el terreno, por lo que se duda que se hubiera perdido. Se organizaron batidas por la zona durante días, con la participación de soldados de un cuartel próximo, con resultado infructuoso.
Sea todo ello verdad o mentira, lo que está claro es que La Mussara es un lugar rodeado de belleza natural por su paisaje, y de misterio por su historia indocumentada.
Más info: ca.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Mussara, www.franrecio.com/investigaciones/la_mussara_pueblo_maldi...
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A young buck strolls though the park as the sun breaks though the Pacific fog deep in the redwood forest. My wife and while out driving without knowing where we were going had accidentally discovered a nearby redwood park that was often laden with fog from San Francisco Bay. At the time, all I had was a simple point and shoot Olympus camera and we didn't have all the filters you would have with an SLR camera and I had not yet learned to use the manual modes. The walk through the park remarkable but unfortunately the camera just wasn't up to the task of taking the pictures under these conditions.
I never throw away an image and I was glad I held on to this one. As I was digging though my old photographs and realized that this shot had some potential especially given that I've learned a lot about Camera RAW And Photoshop. One of the things I had recently learned was that you could load the old JPEG images in Camera RAW. With a bit of work in Camera RAW and then Photoshop, I had a photograph that reminded me of that day and made hanging on to the image worth it all.
Olympus C5050Z
f / 1.8
s 1/30s
ISO 78
A cheap tripod
Processed in:
Adobe Camera RAW 5.5
Photoshop CS4
Darv
© Darvin Atkeson
Get them just in time for Christmas. I just ordered 2 canvas's myself.
I just bought the new photomatix pro 3.1 and love it. It was the last piece of software I need for my macbook pro. Now I'm set for a little while till I get my reversed gnd and full frame camera! Come on Santa! I've been good this year? =0)
View On Black and large. Then hit F11.
Jake (my puppy in bottom of the picture) and I came across this adorable 11 month old girl on our walk. Her mother, not in the picture, allowed us to take this precious picture. She was fascinated by Jake, and Jake loves children. He was so well behaved. Little Maya had been sick for 3 days, with a little fever. It was warm outside, but she was bundled up, in Miami! I thought that her pink snow hat was precious-- but not as precious as she was.
This is my first attempt at taking portraits of people I don't really know. I welcome all comments and help (from cropping, framing ideas to whatever).
2/27/09 #1896
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DARCY PADILLA | FAMILY LOVE
Il progetto a più lungo termine di Darcy Padilla, Family Love, si è sviluppato a partire dai suoi reportage sull'Aids. Nel 1993 Padilla stava documentando le storie dei tossicodipendenti affetti da questa malattia che vivevano nei Single Room Occupancy hotel (strutture dove spesso vivono indigenti o ex senzatetto) di San Francisco. È lì che ha incontrato Julie Baird, una neo madre di 19 anni che aveva appena scoperto di avere l'Aids. Padilla ha fotografato Julie e la sua famiglia per i successivi 21 anni. Julie è poi morta a causa della sua malattia, in un luogo sperduto in mezzo alla natura in Alaska. Lo scopo del progetto è stato e continua ad essere quello di analizzare le tematiche sociali in relazione alla tossicodipendenza, la povertà, la previdenza sociale e gli abusi sessuali, attraverso la vita di una persona.
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Paraty em Foco 2008
4° Festival Internacional de Fotografia
Paraty - Rio de Janeiro - Brasil
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Perto da Pousada tem uma praça, com playground e a mulecada brinca pra caramba por lá durante o dia e a noite! É muito massa ficar por perto, observando! Risadas de monte, claro!
Esse banguela aí é uma figura! Falei com ele, mas esqueci o nome... Gente boa o mulequinho! :O))
The ‘Bon Ami Point Range Front’ lighthouse was constructed on Inch Arran Point in 1870. It was built to guide steamers and other vessels to safety at night. Prior to the construction of the lighthouse, a woman by the name of Marie-Louise (Landry) Arsenault, the "medicine-woman" whose house was very close to Inch Arran, placed a bright light in one of her windows to guide her sons, who were captains of the boats coming into Dalhousie. Mrs. Arsenault did this for many years before it was decided that an actual lighthouse would be built nearby. Under the Federal Heritage Buildings Policy, the Bon Ami lighthouse became recognized as a Federal Heritage Building on September 5, 1991. To this day the lighthouse remains in operation and in clear weather, can be seen at a distance of 16 miles. It is a perfect spot for panormanic photographs, birdwatching, and it is a stone's throw from the Inch Arran Park campground where you will find a gift shop featuring local crafts and artwork as well as a Visitor Information Centre.
Ex #7 First time I had been here when the tide was out, totally different place. I scrambled around for 20mins looking for a spot to get the sunrise, then came back to where I had started.
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Yup that is Valerie
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and this is Tony
flickr.com/photos/tberling/2084677355/
Now let me explain, Valerie and I received the coolest Christmas present ever ...from my fabulous hubby.
Tony went to the Wolf Park in Indiana and got these awesome shots so I of course wanted to go and Lou (the hubby) didn't want me to go alone so he said take Valerie. He went and got us each a full day photo shoot. He is the bomb, Ha, we both are so excited, the only thing is it isn't till March and I think I am going to burst.
This is a link to the park. It is so cool
Make sure you drop by Tonys' site here on Flickr his pics are amazing
La Mussara, Tarragona (Spain).
EnFoCa: 2ª KDD - "Los Castillejos" i La Mussara [22/03/2009].
ENGLISH
La Mussara is a town in Tarragona that has been left about 50 years ago. It is on the edge of a cornice of the Muntanyes de Prades, at 990m. height, and thence there are spectacular views of all Tarragona.
It appears mentioned in documents in 1173 where it states that the town already was inhabited. The church of La Mussara appears mentioned in a bull of Celestine III in 1194. The temple maintained the category of parish until in 1534 it passed to depend on the one on Vilaplana. Nowadays about the church of San Salvador, built on the previous one of gothic style, it only left the four walls and the bell tower of 1859. As peculiar things of this town, it was named ranas to its inhabitants because when it rained a little, it formed a great pool in the only street of the town. Also from here it comes the Catalan saying “baixar de La Mussara” (to lower of La Mussara), equivalent to the Castilian “bajar de la higuera” or “bajar de la parra”.
The Mussara gave up exist officially in January 1960, and nobody knows so that of its depopulation. It is attributed mainly to the phylloxera plague, but that is not a zone in which the culture of the grapevine is important, reason why almost surely that the abandonment could have to the water shortage... or simply that the population was scattered and there they lacked the more basic things like a doctor, a rector, electricity or telephone. All this halo of mystery in the disappearance of the town and the place in which it has given cause to a series of histories and legend that borders the fantasy and the superstition, cataloguing La Mussara like a “damn town”.
Inside the church and in the cemetery black masses are celebrated. Proof of it is the esoteric symbols that sometimes appear painted in the walls. In many corners of the town also they are deposited branches of flowers. There is one who has heard helmets of horses in the neighborhood of the church, or even chimes of the same church (that does not have bell). There is people who say to feel a species of call that it impels to him to go to La Mussara. A friend mine, who is neighboring of the zone, commented me that some years ago a man raised in his car, stopped minutes next to the pool, and soon he went at full speed to the precipice of the viewpoint.
Some hikers who have themselves bold to spend the night there have seen luminous shades, or figures moving between the houses and losing themselves behind the trees. Even there are witnesses of UFO sightings. But in which they agree more most of phenomena it is in the cold fog that appears suddenly and that it disorients people immersed in her, in such a way that what for them can seem minutes, soon they discover in its clocks that have spent hours. The electrical apparatuses also are altered.
From remote times to well entered 20th century, that zone has been land of witches. It counts the legend that during the carlists wars soldiers went to the cemetery of La Mussara to unearth a carlist general called Cercós (really Isidre Pàmies i Borràs, named general for a reason or purpose posthumous by Carlos VII) to shoot it (or to hang it, according to other sources), although already was dead. The fog confused to them and unearthed and shot the body of a old witch (l'àvia Boronada). This caused that the fog thickened still more to his around and that the soldiers fled terrified when occurring account of the error. One tells that this unleashed a curse on them.
Another legend talks about a rock near, which who steps on it or it jumps it passes to a parallel dimension, “Vila del Sis” (Town of the Six). It is know the case of a pair of “boletaires” (pickers of mushrooms) that went by the zone looking for mushrooms in October 1991. They were speaking one with another one calmly, watching the ground, when one of them, Enrique Martinez Ortiz, it let respond, and until now it has not been known nothing else about him. He was neighboring of the place and he perfectly knew the land, reason why doubt that was had lost. Searches by the zone were organized during days, with the participation of soldiers of a close barracks, with unfruitful result.
It is all truth or lie, which is clear is that La Mussara is a place surrounded by natural beauty by its landscape, and of mystery by its undocumented history.
-----------------------------
CASTELLANO
La Mussara es un pueblo de Tarragona que lleva unos 50 años abandonado. Está al borde de una cornisa de las Muntanyes de Prades, a unos 990m. de altura, y desde allí hay unas vistas espectaculares de toda Tarragona.
Aparece citado en documentos de 1173 donde consta que el pueblo estaba ya habitado. La iglesia de La Mussara aparece citada en un bula de Celestino III de 1194. El templo mantuvo la categoría de parroquia hasta que en 1534 pasó a depender de la de Vilaplana. Hoy en día de la iglesia de San Salvador, construída sobre la anterior de estilo gótico, sólo quedan las cuatro paredes y el campanario de 1859. Como cosas curiosa de este pueblo, a sus habitantes se les llamaba ranas porque cuando llovía un poco se formaba una gran charca en la única calle del pueblo. También de aquí proviene el dicho catalán "baixar de la Mussara" (bajar de la Mussara), equivalente al castellano "bajar de la higuera" o "bajar de la parra".
La Mussara dejó de existir oficialmente en enero de 1960, y nadie sabe el por qué de su despoblación. Se atribuye principalmente a la plaga de filoxera, pero aquella no es una zona en que el cultivo de la vid sea importante, por lo que casi seguro que el abandono se pudo deber a la escasez de agua... o simplemente que la población ya estaba muy diseminada y allí faltaban las cosas más básicas, como médico, rector, electricidad o teléfono. Todo este halo de misterio en la desaparición del pueblo y el lugar en que se encuentra han dado pie una serie de historias y leyendas que rozan la fantasía y la superstición, catalogando La Mussara como "pueblo maldito".
En el interior de la iglesia y en el cementerio se celebran misas negras. Prueba de ello son los símbolos esotéricos que a veces aparecen pintados por las paredes. En muchos rincones del pueblo también se encuentran depositados ramos de flores. Hay quien ha oído cascos de caballos en los alrededores de la iglesia, o incluso campanadas de la misma iglesia (que no tiene campana). Hay gente que dice sentir una especie de llamada que le impulsa a ir a La Mussara. Un amigo mío, que es vecino de la zona, me comentó que no hace muchos años un hombre subió en su coche, se detuvo unos minutos al lado de la charca, y luego se dirigió a toda velocidad al barranco del mirador.
Algunos excursionistas que se han atrevido a pasar la noche allí han visto sombras, o figuras luminosas moviéndose entre las casas y perdiéndose tras los árboles. Incluso hay testigos de avistamientos OVNI. Pero en lo que más coinciden la mayoría de fenómenos es en la fría niebla que aparece de repente y que desorienta a los que se ven inmersos en ella, de tal modo que lo que para ellos pueden parecer minutos, luego descubren en sus relojes que han pasado horas. Los aparatos eléctricos también se ven alterados.
Desde tiempos remotos hasta bien entrado el siglo XX, aquella zona ha sido tierra de brujas. Cuenta la leyenda que durante las guerras carlistas unos soldados fueron al cementerio de La Mussara a desenterrar a un general carlista llamado Cercós (realmente Isidre Pàmies i Borràs nombrado general a título póstumo por Carlos VII) para fusilarlo (o colgarlo, según otras fuentes), aunque ya estuviera muerto. La niebla les confundió y desenterraron y fusilaron el cuerpo de una anciana bruja (l'àvia Boronada). Esto provocó que la niebla se espesara aún más a su alrededor y que los soldados huyeran despavoridos al darse cuenta del error. Se cuenta que esto desató una maldición sobre ellos.
Otra leyenda habla de una roca cercana, que quien la pisa o la salta pasa a una dimensión paralela, a la "Vila del Sis" (Villa del Seis). Se conoce el caso de una pareja de "boletaires" (recolectores de setas) que iban por la zona buscando setas en octubre de 1991. Iban hablando uno con otro tranquilamente, mirando al suelo, cuando uno de ellos, Enrique Martínez Ortiz, dejó de responder, y hasta ahora no se ha sabido nada más de él. Era vecino del lugar y se conocía perfectamente el terreno, por lo que se duda que se hubiera perdido. Se organizaron batidas por la zona durante días, con la participación de soldados de un cuartel próximo, con resultado infructuoso.
Sea todo ello verdad o mentira, lo que está claro es que La Mussara es un lugar rodeado de belleza natural por su paisaje, y de misterio por su historia indocumentada.
Más info: ca.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Mussara, www.franrecio.com/investigaciones/la_mussara_pueblo_maldi...
Hilo de la Fotohistoria en Pullip .es: SHIN'S BASS SOLO (1 of 1) /
EL SOLO DE SHIN (1 de 1)
(Read in order, this is: SHOT/FOTO 01 of 48) PAG: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48.
LINKS:
- FOTOHISTORIAS en casa de Sheryl en el Foro de Pullips: Pullip .es
- Hilo de las Fotohistorias de Shin y Yashiro en el Foro de Pullips: Pullip .es
- Hilo de la Relación entre Shin y Yashiro en la sección de Penpals de Pullip .es
- Ayrin and Sheryl PHOTOSTORIES at Flickr
Posting a photograph regularly is very difficult job to a lazy man like me,so I always try to find interesting subject in common material…..
And always consciously looking for good photographs in everyday scenes to open up a whole new source of subject matter….
Here I try to give total pictorial qualities such as shape, form, pattern and texture…In this photograph; I also try to capture the atmosphere….
I use here, feather of a Macau bird with natural light, and a simple white board as a reflector to combines the compositional elements of shape, texture and tone….
Hope you like it……………….
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The Moon does not orbit Earth in a perfect circle. Instead, it follows an elliptical path that brings it 50,000 kilometres closer to our planet on one side of its orbit. On 12 December, the Moon will enter its full phase, when its disc appears completely illuminated by the Sun, just four hours after reaching its closest point to Earth. This will make it 14% bigger and 30% brighter than other full Moons in 2008. It will be eight years before the Moon appears so big again. Also it is expected to have an effect on Earth's tides.
Photo of the moon taken at its closest point to Earth in the northern hemisphere on 12 December 2008 around midnight. The full Moon will also appear higher in the sky than any other year. At this time the moon will shine down from nearly overhead. The landscape of Château de Peyrepertuse is a PS composite. Photo properties ISO100, 1/400s, f/7.1, zoom 648mm and spot metering
Op 12 december bereikt de maan tevens de kleinste afstand tot de aarde in 356.567 kilometer. De Volle Maan van deze avond dan ook de grootste van het jaar. De maan is 14% groter en 30% lichter als normaal. 's Nachts kunnen we de maan vaak zien. Overdag staat ze ook wel eens aan de hemel, maar dan is ze minder opvallend omdat de zon schijnt. In de avond, de nacht, of in de vroege ochtend zie je haar des te beter. Het lijkt alsof ze licht geeft, net als de zon. Maar de maan geeft geen licht. Ze wordt beschenen door de zon, net als de aarde. Het licht weerkaatst en daarom lijkt het of de maan schijnt. Toch is het zonder maan 's nachts een tikje donkerder dan met de maan. Met een heldere, volle maan kun je 's nachts zelfs een schaduw van jezelf op de grond zien! De maan hoort bij de aarde. Met z'n tweeën suizen ze door het heelal, ieder jaar een rondje om de zon. De maan draait ook nog een ander rondje; ze draait om de aarde. Ze doet er bijna een maand over om één rondje te gaan. De maan is zelf natuurlijk ook heel groot. Ze heeft dus ook haar eigen zwaartekracht. Sterker nog; de maan trekt een beetje aan de aarde. Dat merk je aan het water van de zee. Als het vloed wordt, wil de maan het water als het ware naar zich toe trekken. Dat lukt natuurlijk niet, want de aarde trekt veel harder. Maar je merkt het wel! Het water komt dan veel verder op het strand. Dat gebeurt elke dag twee keer. De maan trekt niet alleen aan het water, zelfs de bergen zijn een paar millimeter hoger als de maan boven hun toppen staat! Het maanlandschap bestaat uit heuvels, kraters, zand en rotsen. Waar de zon schijnt is het gloeiend heet; 100 graden Celsius boven nul. Waar geen zon komt vriest het 150 graden Celsius onder nul.
www.flexijourney.com/blog/greenland-the-beauty/
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kathika.com/travel-photo-of-the-day-iceberg-off-greenland/
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www.squidoo.com/planning-wedding-photography
thelastminuteblog.com/2009/07/29/how-to-keep-cool-during-...
openpolitics.com/2009/04/12/optimistic_assets_the_banking...
www.lounge.fm/2010/07/14/visuelle-erfrischung/
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triggerpit.com/2011/02/07/incredible-icebergs-37-pics/
wordful.com/5-gentle-seo-tips-for-creative-writers/
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A shot of a water bottle reflecting flickr from my pc monitor.
An idea probably subconciously inspired by Jane In Colours excellent work on Cross Polarisation (set) (please check it out if you haven't already!) .
I have also experimented with light through plastic water bottles (with water in them) in one of my earlier (Flickr infancy) shot CD Water Drops #2.
A cousin shot to abstract #8
Part of my bottles (Set)
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well doesn't this look familiar?
no good unless you view here
Can you guess the movie?:
When you're young, everything feels like the end of the world.
But it's not.
It's just the beginning.
You might have to meet a few jerks,
but one day,
you're gonna meet a boy
who treats you the way you deserve to be treated.
Like the sun rises and sets with you.
Ok, so the real reason I uploaded this is because i was tagged by sara.kross. She's amazing! Check out her stream! I love all her photos so much :)
I know I did this before, but I've changed a lot since then. I thought I'd be a little more serious with this one and answer some questions i've gotten in my flickrmail. Maybe even ask you a few...hmmm?
1. I got the question "why don't you upload more pictures of yourself?" The answer to that is actually really simple. It's because I don't have a remote and I get tired of the ten second dash and the inability for my camera to focus is i'm not standing there the whole time. But hopefully, Christmas will be the time to fix that problem...
2. Someone also asked me where I got the models. My models are actually just friends from school. I live in an area where it seems like everyone is super skinny and gorgeous so it's not hard to find someone who looks like one, but i really love taking photos of girls that don't have that perfect body. I just wish that people would find a photo of someone they considered unattractive to be just as interesting as the ones of someone they do.
3. Another question was do you want to do this professionally. Um...i don't know yet...I know I probably wouldn't do it full time, even though I would like too. But my mom doesn't particularly approve of being a photographer, so i think i really want to be a third or fourth grade teacher and maybe take pictures during the summer?
Here come the facts and questions for you...
4. I'm adopted. Now tell me an interesting fact about you.
5. I greatly enjoy photography because the view from my side of the lens is only my own and no one else can see through it unless I allow them to through the photograph. What's your favorite part about photography?
6. I love love love getting together with other photographers and attempting to see their visions. I would love to do more of this (anyone live around here?). Do you prefer to work by yourself or with someone? Not necessarily in photography, just in general.
7. Music is a good escape for me. I love the sound of acoustics. In fact, I play/played the acoustic guitar. Not so much anymore, but I still play the piano quite often. Who/what's your favorite type of music, artist, etc.
8. Wow this is long. When I was reading through it I know I only read the bold parts. Are you only reading the parts that are bolded?
9. For Christmas, I would like a remote, money, a new journal for my overflowing quote book, a new living translation bible, and an air freshener for my car. It smells like something died in the back seat. Even if something did, i wouldn't notice because my car is so messy. For example, in my trunk, there is a cot, a guitar, a ton of fake flowers, lots of schoolwork, glitter, an easter basket, a basketball, costume jewelry, a fiddler on the roof record, a cowboy hat, lots and lots of clothes, etc. Seriously, there is a LOT of stuff in my car. So I have two questions...What do you want for Christmas? and What's weird in your car?
10. I enjoy solitude almost more than I enjoy being with people. I'm usually happier with people, but it doesn't give me time to think. Would you rather be alone in this world or constantly surrounded by people?
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There's a whole year of my life, captured in photographs. There it is. It seemed like such a daunting task at the start, but so very exciting. Things like that are probably the best, though. Things so potentially scary, you just have to go for it, and you know that you're going to finish it, know that you have what it takes to see it through. I've stumbled along the way, I've taken some bad, no, terrible photos, I've missed a few days, but I've tried my hardest to make up for them. There aren't 365 photos in the group though, due to some files having multiple days in, and there are two images I haven't uploaded yet. So there should be 361 in total.
Looking back through the images is so strange. They bring back a lot of memories. Good ones, bad ones. A lot of good ones, though. Snow Day. Seeing so many bands that I love, such as The Flaming Lips, Amanda Palmer, Queens of The Stone Age, Rage Against The Machine, Patrick Wolf, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Nine Inch Nails, Mogwai, Mono, Holy Fuck, Adam Green, Animal Collective, Seasick Steve, and that's just to name a few. Photographing my friends for my University coursework. Hanging out and relaxing with the people I love. Kissing someone for the first time. You probably know who you are. I hope you do.
I can pretty much remember how I felt when I took each photo.
Then, there were also the times where I had too much work to take a decent photo. Where I had done something stupid and didn't know how to make it better (this probably happened more times then it should have done). Bad times. But I cannot stress how much of a fantastic year I've had, really. So much fun. I've made some amazing friends that I probably don't deserve, and kept old friendships going strong.
I was going to try and summarise all of my photos into sections, but there's just too much variety to do that. So here are a few:
I've used ten different cameras. I'm in about sixty of the photos. There are ten shoe/foot photos (so much less than I thought there would be). About seventy one shots are of my friends. Fifty three were shot on film. A bunch were of animals <3. I've broken two lenses in the space of one year.
I've had so much fun doing this project. I don't think it would have been so good if it wasn't for the constant encouragement from my family and friends, both online and offline. This project was as much about me as it was about the people around me. If you've given me positive or negative criticism, feedback, been a model, been an inspiration, helped me with an idea or even just briefly commented on one of my photos in passing, then I cannot thank you enough.
I think I've written too much. I don't really mind. This project has been a major part of my life for an entire year. There is a bug on the inside of my laptop screen.
Here are ten of my favourite photos from my year:
Three Studies for Figures at the Base of a Crucifixion
We Shall Call Him The Man With No Face
I'm well aware that there are twelve choices there. I like them too much.
Right, time for a rest. See you soon, Flickr.
mirandakarlifranjackjohnabbykatyukacrazybobinncourtsylviealiceetoileallansorryifImissedoutanyonesnames youallhelpedmealotthankyou
For the benefit of anyone who reads this, Miranda and I are not on good terms. I just thought it would be nice to say thanks to someone who helped me along the way at the start, even though we're not on good terms now
The Night Porter... As U Like IT
Considered The Most Controversial Picture Of Our Time!
Set in 1957 Vienna, Liliana Cavani's film, The Night Porter is a disturbing, mesmerizing drama that viewers seem either to love or loathe. To be sure, this is not a film for everyone. Its subject matter is dark and difficult. The fascinating, if twisted, story is about the revival of an intense relationship that had started in a Nazi concentration camp – between Max, an SS officer and Lucia, one of the inmates.
Max is now, in 1957, a night porter in a hotel – the hotel that Lucia happens to visit with her. But when, at the opera, he looks at Lucia, and Lucia cannot resist turning her head to meet his gaze (and at a point in the opera where the words being sung are about how love sweetens troubles and all creatures sacrifice to love), Max, too, is drawn inexorably.
Despite what some reviewers seem to think, The Night Porter is absolutely not a skin flick, and nor is it a Nazi exploitation flick. It is a film about a relationship. It is about the power of a human connection and a little tenderness in an extreme situation – and about the power of extreme situations to create passion. It is about how intoxicating relationships having an element of control/power can be – and how intoxicating a mixture violence and loving tenderness can be. It is perhaps a warning about the all-consuming and potentially self-destructive power of an intense relationship.
The Night Porter has some very memorable scenes, and the acting of the main characters is superb. The subtlety and complexity of Charlotte Rampling's Lucia is staggering. It could have been played so badly, but Charlotte Rampling had the courage and the insight and the ability to give a breathtakingly brilliant performance, conveying strength as well as vulnerability, peacefulness as well as terror, intense desire as well as numbness, power and control as well as submission, lightness as well as darkness, heaven as well as hell.
Liliana Cavani has an eye for psychologically difficult and tension-increasing juxtapositions. In one scene, we hear Mozart's pure and heavenly music about the higher purpose of love and man and wife, while a concentration camp guard buggers a male prisoner, presumably not entirely consensually! In another scene, there is the eroticism of a topless dance together with the ghastly truth that the woman is dancing for the concentration camp guards who hold her and may one day execute her. In another, there is extreme violence mixed with passionate love.
Charlotte Rampling: www.imdb.com/name/nm0001648/
Dirk Bogarde: www.imdb.com/name/nm0001958/
A Short Extract:
au.youtube.com/watch?v=TfSdXK5sMM4
David Gregory-Interviews on The Night Porter with Liliana Cavani:
au.youtube.com/watch?v=_fhG12j9D6g
au.youtube.com/watch?v=L8gW7IDG1DU
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This fishing boat, Sea Breeze, suddenly appeared out of the fog from the ocean into the Noyo Harbor weighed down with the day's catch. I was a bit intriqued with what was in the baskets in back so zoomed in as he passed by. He was loaded with Sea Urchins, a delicacy of the ocean. After reading about Sea Urchins and their culinary contribution, I'm afraid I'm not a fan. I'll remember them more for the beautiful little sea creatures we found in the tide pools at McKerrichter State Beach.
Sea Urchins View On Black
Tide Pool-McKarrichter State Beach View On Black
Hilo de la Fotohistoria en Pullip .es: THAT'S HOW I MET HIM (1 of 2) /
ASÍ LO CONOCÍ (1 de 2)
(Read in this order) PAG: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33.
PHOTOSTORY: In English / En Español
Valo: To go out, it was all straight and then the right door, isn't it?
Morgana: …. eeeeeeem... yes, yes, all straight... #ó___ò#
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Valo: Para salir, era todo recto y la puerta de la derecha, no?
Morgana: …. eeeeeeem... si, si, todo recto... #ó___ò#
COLLABORATION:
- Miercole's Morgana Collaboration
- Morgana y Valo en el Foro de Pullips: Pullip .es
SHERYL LINKS:
- Pullip .es: Las Fotohistorias de Sheryl
- Sheryl's Flickr: Photostories 2011 - Sketches 2011 / Photostories 2012 - Sketches 2012
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Another trip to Havskaaren. It takes about 20 minutes with a fast boat to reach this location in the local archipelago. It is one of my favorite locations for photographing seascapes.
It was a fairly friendly autumn evening but the sea was quite rough and the waves almost to big to enter the island. But, for good seascapes you have to try harder and we did. vandrende got wet by a large wave right after entering the shore and little later we had both wet feet after getting too close to those dangerously beautiful waves.
This was one of the last photos I shot. It was getting almost too dark and we had to get back to the mainland when I spotted this small stream of ocean water flowing in from the waves in the back. Shortly after this shot we were on our way back supported by the full moon light.
Fine print available at: www.redbubble.com/people/hogne/art/1866843-2-silver-ocean...
Today*s 2009 Challenge, Day 284: VIOLET.
I didn't feel like getting dressed and going out!! My feet they are still soar, I am preparing for the little fall exhibit where I work or simply laziness, but I had some ideas of what I'll do, besides the challenge was posted late!!
Well, you guessed it!! My sleepy head Amber shows up for a visit and her car seat has violet/purple fabric, I said "don't move her, please!!" grabbed my camera and click click got me few shots!! My two daughters and Susan (Amber's mom) as if rehearsed cried in unison outloud and laughing, "drama queen at work!!!", I smiled and said "Girls, YOU cook lunch/supper!! You could hear their jaws dropping!!! Saweeet!!! Took my sleepy Amber and my two sleepy puppies and moved to my living room/office little corner and voila!!!
Amber saved my day from cooking and gave me subject for photochallenge!! I hear the chatting and cooking, smells good I am sure the menu is: lemon chicken marinated from last night , rice pilaf, salad and cheese ravioli with white sauce.
Now that this is done, I better get ready for printing few fall photos!!!
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