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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...
I'm amazed I managed to rally in time to get this shot done today before Lost tonight. Let me back up. I went to Urgent Care this morning to get my leg checked out since I still can't walk. Turns out I tore my calf muscle and fascia in my right leg. The good news is that I didn't rupture my achilles tendon, so I won't need surgery. The bad news is that it's going to be 4-6 weeks before I can even think about running, jumping, playing soccer, or anything else that I actually want to do with my leg. But I'm thankful because it could be worse. I have to keep reminding myself of that. Anyway, the doctor gave me a prescription for Percocet to help with the pain. I had some issues with nausea when I took Vicodin a few years back, so he thought Percocet would be a good alternative.
WRONG!
About forty-five minutes after taking it, I hit a brick wall of nausea and was completely laid up for the rest of the afternoon, petrified that I was going to throw up. Did I mention that I do NOT throw up? I do everything in my power to avoid it at all costs, no matter what. Even when I know I will feel better afterwards. No thank you. Anyway, today sucked. That's pretty much the point of the story. But I managed to get this shot off for this week's Emulation Challenge in My Face is My Canvas. Can you believe this is our 25th week of emulation challenges??? If you haven't already checked out the group and you have even the slightest interest in face art photography, you owe it to yourself to stop by. And for those of you who haven't played in a while...hey, we miss you! ;)
Ok, time to watch the rest of last week's Lost in preparation for tonight's episode. Michelle and Daynna, prepare for the onslaught of texts and BBMs.
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My Face is My Canvas: Emulation #25
Excerpt from www.lecinqueterre.org/eng/arte/manasanlorenzo.php:
The parish church of the Nativity of the Virgin Mary is commonly referred to as the church of San Lorenzo, patron saint of the town, celebrated every 10 August. The building dates back to 1338, as indicated by the plaque placed on the right side of the façade, and is a work in Ligurian Gothic style by the Antelami Masters.
The façade has a portal with an ogival arch and a lunette with bas-relief depicting the Martyrdom of San Lorenzo. The 1375 Carrara marble rose window is decorated with twelve small columns with foliated capitals and an external crown adorned with human and lion heads. The work is attributed to the authors of the rose window of San Pietro in Corniglia, Matteo and Pietro da Campilio. The fourteenth-century bell tower, with a square plan, separated from the church, was obtained from an ancient watchtower and was therefore raised and spiked.
The basilica-style interior with three naves is Baroque with a barrel vault, although a late 20th-century restoration has partially restored the original Gothic forms. Upon entering, on the left there is the baptismal font, against which an ancient marble measure with the coat of arms of the Republic of Genoa and the words "Comunitas Manarolae" is placed. In the window aisle, at the end, a Renaissance tabernacle with bas-relief of the fifteenth century is beautifully displayed, while on the apsidal wall of the central nave there is a crucifix of the fifteenth century.
The most important works of art are, at the main altar, a 14th century triptych depicting the Madonna and Child with Saints Lorenzo, Catherine of Alexandria and two other saints and in the left aisle a triptych with a gold background, belonging to the sanctuary of Our Lady of Health of Volastra, which in the central compartment represents San Lorenzo and, in the side panels, the Saints Antonio Abate and Bernardo. The latter has a rectangular frame divided into three parts by twisted columns supporting scalloped arches. San Lorenzo is dressed in a green dalmatic holding a book and the palm of martyrdom, with the grill at his feet.
Both works are attributed to the Master of the Cinque Terre.
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.
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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)
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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.
This is captured on a small island in the Norwegian archipelago. The ice age shaped this landscape when the land was covered by glaciers. Another photo from the same island can be seen here. A b&w version with a different crop and treatment is available here.
The picture is inspired by the great works of valpopando.
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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.
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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.
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
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Another build for RogueOlympics and this week’s category of “Risk”. With such a broad prompt it took me a while to decide how exactly to approach it. In the end I fell back on one of my favorite childhood themes, Power Miners. Which led to lots of fun, and even a simple function on the mining vehicle as when lowered the orange ‘drill’ rolls with the vehicle. 100 parts used this time.
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The name Black-headed gull (Larus ridibundus) would expect you to believe they have black heads, which is actually true in summer. This is their winter plumage though.
I do like this shot. Maybe it's because the long dark and grey winter kills every creativity and it's such a relief when the sunbeams break through the clouded skies. Suddenly when you just start to doubt about your passion for photography, you realize it's all about light. I grabbed my camera and for the first time - after I returned from my holiday - I felt the blood streaming in my vains again... Can't wait for spring!
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Why I do not see here the ships
With sails from the Southern seas?
Why there is no wind and I cannot hear the waves?
All I want is to leave and be with you forever…
My house is like a stone tomb
I feel daft and blind
And I can only see that winter night,
This fear of black streets where you go away…
R. Lutsenko
the picture taken in Bermonsey where the old docks were converted into the dwellings...
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Kinda similar to this but this but it's a bit warmer.
We were clearing away the winter brush in one of our islands of our yard when I noticed how lovely the sunlight looked peering through the smoke. I'm not sure what caused it but the smoke was so white and cloud-like; it was amazing and beautiful! I couldn't resist taking a few shots.
The sun was perfect and golden- just another sign that spring is upon us! :)
The background is completely real - all I did was add a grainy texture!
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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).
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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
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s 1/30s
ISO 78
A cheap tripod
Processed in:
Adobe Camera RAW 5.5
Photoshop CS4
Darv
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The Flintstones is an animated American television sitcom which ran from 1960 to 1966 on ABC.
The Flintstones is about a working class Stone Age man's life with his family and his next door neighbor and best friend. The first prime time cartoon geared for adults, the show originally aired from 1960 to 1966, on the ABC network. It was also ABC's first series to be televised in color. While the show was originally syndicated by Screen Gems (until 1981, then DFS Program Exchange from, and then Turner Program Services), Warner Bros. Television later acquired the rights (through parent Time Warner's purchase).
The show is set in the town of Bedrock in the Stone Age era. The show is an allegory to American society of the mid-to-late 20th century; in the Flintstones' fantasy version of the prehistoric past, dinosaurs, saber-toothed tigers, woolly mammoths, and other long extinct animals co-exist with barefoot cavemen, who use technology equivalent to that of the 20th century, largely through the use of various animals. The characters drive cars made out of stone or wood and animal skins and powered by foot.
More info: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Flintstones
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Los Picapiedra (en inglés The Flintstones), es una serie animada de la productora Hanna-Barbera Productions, y ha sido una de las series más exitosas de la historia. Apareció por primera vez al aire a través de la cadena estadounidense ABC el 30 de septiembre de 1960 hasta el primero de abril de 1966 con un total de 166 episodios además de algunos especiales y películas que se han hecho.
La acción tiene lugar en un pueblo llamado Piedradura ("Bedrock") en la Edad de Piedra, pero con una sociedad idéntica a la de los Estados Unidos a mediados del siglo pasado.
Es un mundo fantástico en el que los dinosaurios, los tigres dientes de sable, los mamuts y otros animales hoy extintos coexistían con los humanos, quienes usaban tecnología similar a la del siglo XX, pero en la que los animales sustituian a los aparatos eléctricos. Los personajes conducían automóviles formados por troncos de madera (troncomóviles), ruedas de piedra, en los que el motor era sustituido por el empuje de los pies de sus ocupantes. Las vestimentas eran de piel animal.
Más info: es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Los_Picapiedra
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Listen Spirit of the sea Blackmore's Night
I took a walk along the shore
To clear my mind about the day,
I saw a man I´d seen before
As I approached he slipped away...
I knew his face from years ago,
His smile stays with me ever more
His eyes, they guide me through the haze
And give me shelter from the storm...
As I walk I can feel him,
Always watching over me...
His voice surrounds me,
My Spirit of the Sea...
He went away so long ago,
On a maiden voyage far away
A young man then I did not know,
His life was taken that same day...
And it was almost like he knew
He wouldn´t see me anymore
He looked so deeply in my eyes, and said
"Wait for me along the shore..."
And so I come most every day,
To watch the waves rise and fall,
And as I sit here on the sand,
This ocean makes me feel so small...
But I feel my lover by my side,
And he makes me follow my own heart
We´ll be together some sweet day
When that day comes we´ll never part...
When that day comes we´ll never part...
Wait for me along the shore...
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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.
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Kinderdijk est un village des Pays-Bas, proche de Rotterdam, qui se trouve dans un polder. Pour drainer le polder, un système de 19 moulins à vent a été construit vers 1740. Ce groupe de moulins à vent est désormais le groupe de vieux moulins le plus important et le mieux conservé des Pays-Bas.
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Kinderdijk is a village in the Netherlands, close to Rotterdam. Kinderdijk is situated in a polder. To drain the polder, a system of 19 windmills was built around 1740. This group of mills is the largest concentration of old windmills in the Netherlands.
Im not planning any new treks for a while , taking a break !!! unless im tempted by an offer !!!
It would have to be North Wales , Lake distirct or Scotland :-) or the beaches near Newcastle :-)
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Sant Jaume de Frontanyà, Barcelona (Spain).
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ENGLISH
The agustinian Monastery of Sant Jaume de Frontanyà is located in center of the town of the same name, in the Catalan region of the Berguedà.
In 11th century it was constructed to welcome the community of Sant Jaume Vell, who was in badly condition at the top of the mountain. One knows that in 1066 already they were in the new construction. The lords of the place made great donations, arriving have six canons and one prior. From the death of its last prior Arnald Fresc, in 1395, its decay began, since the commandatary priors began to adapt rents that had the monastery. The extinction of the monasteries of the order of San Agustín in Catalonia in 1592, caused that it passed to depend on the bishopric of Solsona.
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CASTELLANO
El Monasterio agustiniano de Sant Jaume de Frontanyà está situado en el centro del pueblo del mismo nombre, en la comarca catalana del Berguedà.
En el siglo XI se construyó para acoger la comunidad de Sant Jaume Vell, que estaba en mal estado en lo alto de la montaña. Se sabe que en el año 1066 ya estaban en la nueva edificación. Los señores del lugar hacían grandes donaciones, llegando a tener seis canónigos y un prior. A partir de la muerte de su último prior Arnald Fresc, en 1395, se inició su decadencia, ya que los priores comendatarios se empezaron a apropiar las rendas que tenía el monasterio. La extinción de los monasterios de la orden de San Agustín en Cataluña en el año 1592, hizo que pasara a depender del obispado de Solsona.
Del monasterio solo queda la iglesia de una sola nave, tres ábsides y transepto. La nave y los brazos del transepto tienen bóveda de cañón, sobre el crucero hay una cúpula ochavada, que forma un cimborrio en el exterior de doce caras, único de este periodo en Cataluña. En el ábside central hay cinco hornacinas semicirculares separadas por semicolumnas.
En el exterior la fachada presenta una ventana en forma de ojo de buey, sobre la puerta de entrada formada por dos arcos de medio punto en degradación.
Los ábsides tienen una decoración de tres series de cinco arcuaciones separadas por lesenas en el central y frisos de arcuaciones en los laterales. En el cimborrio también se encuentra un friso con arcuaciones.
El campanario cuadrado, es del siglo XVI, colocado sobre la fachada principal.
Fuente: es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monasterio_de_Sant_Jaume_de_Frontan...
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Macro Focus on MV Zuiderdam from Holland America Line in the Gatun Locks Panama Canal.
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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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...
I have shots of this boat from many different angles - 2 of which have been posted previously. Although I was happy with the composition of this picture the sky was fairly boring so this became my first attempt at using textures - this could become addictive!
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Ultimas noticias de la nieve tras la borrasca
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Dans la vocifération blanche
d’une tempête,
on distingue quelquefois un flocon méritant.
Mais le tumulte ne peut se
l’adjoindre.
Délaissé,
il tombera seul, dans la lourdeur tragique
du temps.
(François Jacqmin, Belgique, né 1929.
Extrait de Le livre de la neige publié en 1990)
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Engtre los gritos blancos
de la tempestad,
se distingue a veces un copo benemérito
aislado.
Pero se pierde en el tumulto .
Abandonado,
se perderá en su soledad
y en la trágica inmensidad
del tiempo.
(François Jacqmin, Bélgica, 1929. Sacado de
El libro de la nieve, 1990, versión española K)
Photo: Pic du Midi de Bigorre, descente à ski de la face sud. L'oriflamme rouge.
Foto: Esperando turno junto al precipicio.
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
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Francisco de Paula del Villar was the first architect working on the Sagrada Familia in 1882. However, he was replaced by Antoni Gaudi in 1883. It turned out to be Antoni last project. On. June 7, 1926 Gaudi was run over by a tram...
The Sagrada Familia is still under construction.
Making this shot was a dream come true...I wanted to make such a stairshot for a long time. Then, when I visited Barcelona for my work I got the chance. Entering the Sagrada we found out one could only go up the towers by elevator. This was quite a disappointment. However, going down was by these stairs and finally I reached my dream...I didn't bring my tripod so I had to do hand-held HDR...
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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.
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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Sooner or later, the frog DOES turn into a prince.
~Raine ( a bit edited)
Was bugged by this idea, so tried this out today! *shakes head*
*Must get back to work, must get back to work*
Oh and HBW, even though theres no bokeh in my shot but its been long since I wished! ^_^
Frog, crown and gerbera stock from deviantART.
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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“La rana, messa in un recipiente d'acqua bollente, immediatamente balza fuori. Se invece l'acqua è a temperatura ambiente, la rana resta calma, senza manifestare alcun tentativo di fuga. Ora, se il recipiente è posto su una fonte di calore e la temperatura viene lentamente aumentata, dapprima la rana non reagisce e anzi mostra di gradire il tepore dell'acqua. Col crescere del calore, l'animale diviene sempre più confuso, frastornato e debole, tanto da non poter compiere il facile balzo che lo salverebbe. La rana resta ferma e finisce bollita."
Qualche altro scatto qui.