View allAll Photos Tagged PRESENT
The present ruins date from the 13th to the 16th centuries, though built on the site of an early medieval fortification. Founded in the 13th century, Urquhart played a
role in the Wars of Scottish Independence in the 14th century. It was subsequently held as a royal castle, and was raided on several occasions by the MacDonald Earls
of Ross. The castle was granted to the Clan Grant in 1509, though conflict with the MacDonalds continued. Despite a series of further raids the castle was
strengthened, only to be largely abandoned by the middle of the 17th century. Urquhart was partially destroyed in 1692 to prevent its use by Jacobite forces, and
subsequently decayed. In the 20th century it was placed in state care and opened to the public: it is now one of the most-visited castles in Scotland.
Beautifully done. Melissa made this - some of my interests over the years encompassed in a plant pot! For sure it wont be everyone's cup of tea but def works for me.
i have been preoccupied with germs for the past 40 years or more but nice to move to a stage of my life where my thoughts are more germ free!
X Ray Spex - Germ Free Adolescents
102 x 102 cm; Acrylic on Canvas
Autumn has nearly ended.
You now approach the winter of your life,
when leaves will have fallen from the trees and
and all will be buried under the cold snow.
Think back to warm summer days. Celebrate its colours.
Allow your thoughts to flow.
Share with me the evolution of Spring when you helped me to grow.
Life is a cycle and whilst the seasons end, life goes on
Signori vi presento il grande domatore.
Pinocchio in persona, su entra nell'arena.
No! Mi è venuta la tremarella. Oh me grullo, mi fa male la schiena.
Ti prego Pinocchio non fare il bischero, tu sei un domatore per tua ammissione. Ci saranno applausi a profusione.
No! Io sono solo un burattino, ho detto una bugia. Ti prego chiama la Fata Turchina.
Voglio bere la medicina.
Che c'è Pinocchio, oh che fai il bischero tutta la vita?!
I leopardi sono tranquilli, si godono la scena.
Se quel ficcanaso osa entrare, giuro che gli mangio il naso.
Pinocchio ha udito e urla.
Sono un grullo, meglio un grullo ficcanaso che un pinocchio senza naso.
Ciao
Giò
The red rose is a symbol for giving the part of your hearth and soul to someone. Love is at the end after that.
Je vous remercie tous . Cela m'a fait chaud au " coeur "de voir tous vos commentaires élogieux .
Domi , la photo est vraiment tres belle .
Je pratique le tressage de blé qui est un art et tradition populaire remontant surement à l'aube de la civilisation agricole .
Cet art c'est développé depuis le moyen-age jusq'au millieu du 19 eme siécle .A la fin de la moisson ,les derniers épis, considérés comme quasi magique car chargés de toute la fertilité de la terre étaient alors tressés en signe de protection , de porte-bonheur . Chaque modéle a une symbolique ou une région d'origine propre depuis les formes les plus simples ,comme le croissillon à 12 épis ou le soleil à 7 épis pour avoir la prospérité toute l'année jusq' aux formes les plus élaborées comme le collier de cheval , par exemple, offert pour les mariages ou servant d'ex voto .
Le coeur présenté est réalisé selon la technique en spirale symbole de la longévité ;
Pour plus de renseignements contacter moi sur :
moissonsdantan@gmail.fr
Thank you all. It warmed to "heart" to see all your
praise.
Domi, the picture is really very beautiful.
I practice weaving wheat is an art and popular tradition dating
surely at the dawn of agricultural civilization.
This art is developed from the medieval UP TO middle of the 19th century. At the
end of the harvest, the last ears, considered almost magical because of charge
all the fertility of the land were then twisted into a sign of protection,
lucky. Each model has a symbolic or region of origin for
from the simplest forms, such as croissillon to 12 oars or the sun to 7
ears for the prosperity all year jusq 'to the most elaborate forms
like the horse collar, for example, available for weddings or serving as an ex
voto.
The core presented is done using the technique spiral symbol of longevity
;
For more information contact me on:
moissonsdantan@gmail.fr
Siedlung Hüttenheim in Duisburg. Die Werksiedlung wurde 1912 für die Arbeiter eines nahegelegenen Blechwalzwerkes erbaut. Noch heute bestimmt das Stahlwerk, die Hüttenwerke Krupp Mannesmann, das Bild des Stadtteils im Duisburger Süden. Das historische Bild zeigt einen Jungen der Siedlung in den 50er-Jahren.
The urban area Hüttenheim in Duisburg, Germany. The workmen's dwellings were built in 1912 for the workers of a nearby steel-mill. Until today the area is affected by the steelworks.The historical picture shows a boy of the quarter in the 1950s.
Inspired by dearphotograph.com/
Un pensiero, un profumo, una luce...quella sensazione istantanea che ti fà sentire bene.
L'universo in te...tu nell'universo...
un tutt'uno....
Quell'attimo presente che ti fà sentir vivo più che mai.
(Better in Large)
Still not quite fully recovered from a nasty bug we cought almost 3 weeks ago. I hope we soon get to enjoy these last beautiful autumn days again.
"[T]he present is self-sufficient, but it is not a static present. It is a dancing present—the unfolding of a pattern which has no specific destination in the future but is simply its own point. It leaves and arrives simultaneously, and the seed is as much the goal as the flower."
― Alan W. Watts, The Joyous Cosmology: Adventures in the Chemistry of Consciousness
Found this on the floor outside my door this morning after arriving home very tired after working a night shift when the clocks go back. Nice bit of colour in a dreary, rainy morning x
Notre-Dame is the present parish church of Aigueperse
The first construction work dates back to 1016. However, it only acquired its final form at the end of the 12th century, when the chancel and transept were built in their present form. It is considered the first Gothic building in the Auvergne. In 1253, it was elevated to the status of a collegiate church.
The church was completely restored in 1865. The nave and facade were rebuilt in 1880, replacing a nave that had been reconstructed in 1734 after its collapse in 1727. A new bell tower north of the transept replaced the one destroyed during the French Revolution.
Under pressure
Eu sempre escutei que com o passar do tempo, vamos nos acostumando com as coisas, que elas estão ali em nossa frente e começamos a achar tudo normal, inclusive as belezas da natureza, tá ali, sempre ali e pensamos: a hora que eu quiser posso ver de novo, posso vir aqui.
Nessa viagem fiz minhas próprias viagens, de frente para o mar, percebendo que cada momento, cada segundo é único.
Vi a Lua mais linda em toda a minha vida, estava sem a câmera, até cheguei a pensar: "Ah, amanhã tem mais!"
Não consegui, corri em casa pra pegar a câmera, lembrei que não tinha tripé, usei a cabeça da minha amiga de tripé rsrsrs, ISO no mais alto dos altos, realmente a foto não ficou essas maravilhas, não conseguiu registrar a imensidão daquele momento. E nem que a foto ficasse boa conseguiria!
Me senti presenteada por aquele espetáculo, uma luz maravilhosa refletindo nas águas.
Nos outros dias teve Lua? Teve!!! Porém nenhuma delas tão linda quanto o deste dia. ;D
Aí vai um texto que tia Janine me passou por e-mail e que lembrei quando comecei a escrever aqui!
Eu sei , mas não devia
Marina Colasanti
Eu sei que a gente se acostuma.
Mas não devia.
A gente se acostuma a morar em apartamento de fundos e a não ter outra vista que não as janelas ao redor. E porque não tem vista, logo se acostuma a não olhar para fora. E porque não olha para fora, logo se acostuma a não abrir de todo as cortinas. E porque não abre as cortinas, logo se acostuma a acender mais cedo a luz. E porque à medida que se acostuma, esquece o sol, esquece o ar, esquece a amplidão.
A gente se acostuma a acordar de manhã, sobressaltado porque está na hora.
A tomar café correndo porque está atrasado. A ler jornal no ônibus porque não pode perder o tempo da viagem. A comer sanduíches porque já é noite. A cochilar no ônibus porque está cansado. A deitar cedo e dormir pesado sem ter vivido o dia. A gente se acostuma a abrir a janela e a ler sobre a guerra. E aceitando a guerra, aceita os mortos e que haja números para os mortos. E aceitando os números, aceita não acreditar nas negociações de paz. E aceitando as negociações de paz, aceitar ler todo dia de guerra, dos números da longa duração. A gente se acostuma a esperar o dia inteiro e ouvir no telefone: hoje não posso ir. A sorrir para as pessoas sem receber um sorriso de volta. A ser ignorado quando precisava tanto ser visto. A gente se acostuma a pagar por tudo o que deseja e o que necessita. E a lutar para ganhar o dinheiro com que paga. E a ganhar menos do que precisa. E a fazer fila para pagar. E a pagar mais do que as coisas valem. E a saber que cada vez pagará mais. E a procurar mais trabalho, para ganhar mais dinheiro, para ter com o que pagar nas filas em que se cobra.
A gente se acostuma a andar na rua e ver cartazes, a abrir as revistas e ver anúncios. A ligar a televisão e assistir a comerciais. A ir ao cinema, a engolir publicidade. A ser instigado, conduzido, desnorteado, lançado na infindável catarata dos produtos.
A gente se acostuma à poluição. À luz artificial de ligeiro tremor. Ao choque que os olhos levam na luz natural. Às besteiras das músicas, às bactérias da água potável. À contaminação da água do mar. À luta. À lenta morte dos rios. E se acostuma a não ouvir passarinhos, a não colher frutas do pé, a não ter sequer uma planta.
A gente se acostuma a coisas demais, para não sofrer. Em doses pequenas, tentando não perceber, vai afastando uma dor aqui, um ressentimento ali, uma revolta acolá. Se o cinema está cheio, a gente senta na primeira fila e torce um pouco o pescoço. Se a praia está contaminada, a gente só molha os pés e sua no resto do corpo. Se o trabalho está duro, a gente se consola pensando no fim de semana. E se no fim de semana não há muito o que fazer, a gente vai dormir cedo e ainda satisfeito porque tem sono atrasado. A gente se acostuma para não se ralar na aspereza, para preservar a pele.
Se acostuma para evitar feridas, sangramentos, para esquivar-se da faca e da baioneta, para poupar o peito.
A gente se acostuma para poupar a vida.
Que aos poucos se gasta, e que, de tanto acostumar, se perde de si mesma.
I have been thinking of something I could buy with some money that I received after the passing of my brother and I decided to buy myself something that I didn't really need, but have been wanting for a long time. I decided to buy a secondhand Canon 1DX and whenever I use it, I will think of my brother whilst doing something that I love.
One of only seven Baha'i temples in the world, the Baha'i House of Worship in the northern Chicago suburb of Wilmette symbolizes unity and invites prayer to God, according to its Web-site description. In an effort to capture a nontraditional view of the temple, seen here in the background, I headed over to nearby Wilmette Harbor, where activity is beginning to pick up following a long, cold winter. This enabled me to claim two themes with this image for the Our Daily Challenge Group: “Symbol” and “Wet.” The temple is quite a magnificent structure, and I'll likely post a closer, more traditional shot of it in the future.
Metroline's lineup at the Brooklands (London Bus Museum)'s Open Day - From the newest to the oldest. It was a really fun day yesterday, so nice seeing, meeting and chatting with people, as well as obviously snapping some awesome shots! Thanks all for organising this, even if it was hectic at times.
Line Up: Left to Right.
VWH2240, VP614, TA648, TPL264 and TEH2087!
"you can spend your time alone, redigesting past regrets, oh
or you can come to terms and realize
you're the only one who can't forgive yourself, oh
makes much more sense to live in the present tense"
Flickering lights above reflect
Another life and dimension
we can only wonder
What life beyond the stars, beyond our comprehension
Can bring us in the future
122 x 152 cm; Acrylic on Canvas
I recently had been going through my archives looking for some other photos when I stumbled upon some previously unedited images that I had set aside to edit. So I did a few quick edits and will hopefully be presenting these images over the next several days. This is another of those photos.
On one of my few trips to the BNSF Chillicothe Sub in the final months of the famous Santa Fe-era signal bridges and cantilevers with searchlights, we happened to be exploring the line between Mazon & Ancona. We were on the way back from Ancona when we noticed an oncoming train in the east. We cut a beeline to the nearest crossing, which just happened to be a small cluster of houses south of Streator. The train turned out to be (if I remember correctly) NSIGAL, the train that comes off the Norfolk Southern Kankakee Sub on the south side of Streator. We had seen this train holding for orders or new crew earlier when we had been exploring around Streator.
Anyway, after the train passed, we noticed an odd little gravel drive that went through a cluster of trees next to the tracks. What we could not see from the road we would soon discover. Inside the trees we discovered this abandoned building. At first glance, we thought it was an abandoned farm building of some sort, you could see old hay through the collapsing walls.
But the more I looked at it, the more I thought it might be an old long-forgotten depot. This building's proximity to the railroad tracks seemed too suspicious to me, and the windows and door seen in the image did not seem like they belonged were original features, while the dual sliding doors also seen in this image clearly were not (and may have done more to compromise the stability of this building than anything else). The only way for us to know for sure was to find the tell-tale feature of almost every railroad depot, the bay window that the station agents used for seeing oncoming trains.
I should add, it had been raining all day this day, a very hard and steady rain that will soak you to the bone in minutes, and only with proper rain gear is it tolerable. Also, the grass here was knee-high and covered in poison ivy. Even though it meant soaked pants, socks, & shoes, and potentially getting poison ivy, we walked around to the trackside of the building. And just as I had predicted, there it was, the bay window! Granted, it was worse for wear, but still plain as day. So not only was this building a depot, we soon discovered that it was not listed in my friends listings of known depots!
With no idea of this place, a peek inside revealed this depot's life after retirement. Sometime after it was disused as a depot, it was converted to farm use of some sort. Either a second floor was added or the existing ceiling was lowered, with the new upper story used to store hay. This second floor had largely collapsed over time, but old rotten hay could still be seen matted to the floor like a pile of wet sheep's wool. The double doors were likely added about the same time and no doubt housed some sort of farm machinery.
Almost convinced we stumbled upon a mystery nearly lost to time, we called it quits and finally headed for home. Later that night, some research and Google Maps revealed what we had found. It turns out we were in the tiny blip of a town named Reading that sits between Streator and Ancona, and this was indeed the old Santa Fe Reading depot. It had never been moved and was indeed in its as-built location. My friend never did find it in is depot resources, and we could only speculate that its use as a farm building may have masked its life when that list of depots was compiled (I want to say his version dated from 2006 or so). About a year later, however, when we learned of DepotMaps.com, we were able to confirm our reasearch.
Sorry, I know this is long, so I'll sum up this way. We found this in October 2017. I have no idea if this thing still survives today, much less whether it's standing. But as of this writing, a look on Google satellite view shows what might be building walls or the outline of a foundation. It's just too hard to tell. And with no street views out in rural Reading, the only way to know is to drive by it.
inc Laura Morera (Golden Vine) Mara Galeazzi (Woodland Glade) Marianela Nuñez (Lilac), Isabel McMeekan (Crystal Fountain)