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Part of my Batcave. There are weapons, a computer, stairs, the bat symbol, an extinguisher and tables. What do you guys think? :)
This Batcave was inspired by Boss Bricks.
Zoilo Peralta, Partido de Coronel Suárez, Buenos Aires, Argentina
en julio de 1913 fue habilitada la estación Zoilo Peralta del Ferrocarril del Sud en homenaje a don Zoilo Peralta propietario de las tierras donde se edificó. La radicación de familias en torno de las instalaciones ferroviarias fue un proceso muy lento.
A mediados de la década del 20 la localidad lucía su perfil rural aunque sin traza urbana; diponía de servicios telegráficos, de correo, telefónicos y don Pablo Zachi y Cía. Centralizaba la actividad comercial con su almacén "EL TRIUNFO" de ramos generales que fue construido en 1896 por el señor Pradere y Bernechea, era ademas panadería, se hacian alli unas galletas de campo muy populares en toda la zona. Se vendia alli tambien combustible y funcionaba ademas como barraca
Años más tarde, el pueblo se organizó y fue evidente la planificación urbana. Funcionaba la Escuela N°32 Láinez y el Sportivo Foot bal l Club Peralta, el que convocaba a actividades sociales y deportivas. Se había incrementado el comercio y agregado varios rubros en servicios .
Con el transcurrir del tiempo fue explícita la clásica regresión que afecta a muchos pueblos rurales de similares características.
Actualmente el movimiento vecinal gira alrededor de la Escuela N° 45. Algunas viviendas instaladas dan testimonio de la actividad comunitaria pasada, en tanto la estación ferroviaria y sus instalaciones se hallan en total clausura.
Algo de Historia
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Back at my campsite I went over my options for the day while eating breakfast. No matter what I decided to do, eventually I would end up going into Yosemite National Park via Donahue Pass and my eventual goal was a very narrow lake that lay in the footprint of the Lyell Glacier. I decided on a cross country route from here to there between a hill and a peak. I also decide to make it a day hike since I would be coming back tomorrow anyways and taking my pack was just extra work.
Soon I was on my way. After crossing Rush creek I slowly navigated up steep slopes and slabs, doing my own switchbacks to make the ascent less steep. Once I reached the saddle between the hill and the peak the route became easier. Here atop the saddle were two small, unnamed tarns, reflecting the deep blue sky. I decided to unofficially name them myself, Sky Mirror Ponds, if anything it would just be for easy reference.
Moving on the landscape became more flat as I contoured the mountainside. There was another unnamed lake that I wanted to reach on my way to the pass. To find this like I followed the sound of water flowing under rocks. Soon the much larger lake appeared resting beneath a split peak. I refilled my water here and continued. I wasn't more than 30 steps way from this other lake when in my mind a voice said, “Hey, look down, you might miss something.” I stopped and looked down. Right at my feet was a big beautiful arrowhead. Excited and in awe of the discovery, I picked it up, thanked whom ever helped me find it and thanked the person and peoples who made it, I also took time to thank the mountains and the lake I had just fill up my water at. I took a little more time to admire the craftsmanship of the arrowhead and I put it back on the earth, near where I had been told to look, though more hidden than when we found it. I decided to also unofficially name this lake too, Arrowhead Lake.
From here I finished climbing Donahue Pass and took a long rest. (11085 ft) When I was ready I went down the other side into Yosemite. I came to a beautiful tarn and creek. From here I left the trail again to follow the creek up to my destination. The valley floor was paved in glacier polished granite with large boulders strewn haphazardly about. To my left (South) rose a towering ridge of stone, that was an offshoot of the Cathedral Range. From here I could see the tallest peak in Yosemite, Mt. Lyell at 13,114 ft or 3,997m and Mt. Maclure, the fifth-highest mountain of Yosemite at 12,886ft or 3,928 m. This was also the headwaters of the Tuolumne River.
I explored a bit of this valley and also just sat and absorbed the scenery and energy of the place. Unfortunately I couldn't fully enjoy it due to the commercial airplanes flying over at regular intervals. Places like this, National Parks, Designated Wilderness Areas, National Forests, all paces set aside by the Wilderness Act to preserve the natural beauty of the landscape for future generations should really be no fly zones. To only preserve what the eye can see isn't enough, we need to preserve the quite places and natural soundscapes as well otherwise we have only gone halfway.
As the sun sank lower and the shadows stretched I headed over to the spot I had picked out for sunset photos. As the light grew pink on the peaks I took the photo that I had come here for.
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في إحدى صبآحآت الليآلي البآردة ..
كِنت ٱحلم بلآ حدوَد ,
فيوَماٌ مآ . . سْتتحقق الٱحلآم المسْتحيلة !
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رجاءً عند إستعمآل الصورة .. تبقى الحقوق محفوظة ..!
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رأيكم يهمّني ="
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Part of the tribute to Jan Utson, the architecti of the Sydney Opera House. Part of Vivid Sydney festival.
The light show depicts the evolution from concept to design and construction of the opera House
In September 2023 I will showcase a build in Billund, Lego house. This one will be a part of it. I am going to expand it to the right and it will be much larger, too.
You can see there's nothing totally new here; for Billund I don't experiment but try to put together some of my trademarks and stuff from my most like models. I try to merge "Medieval texture madness" and "Lavender Dream". Well, time will tell.
Thanks a lot to Robert (Hellboy) for the printed wod parts that I used for the bridge.
The editing/picture is pretty bad in certain spots as I had a white background but replaced it with a dark one. Spots that are blurry because of the aperture are impossible to be edited cleanly as it's impossible to tell where the tree ends and the background begins as both blend into each other. So just do me a favour and don't zoom in :-)
While Grandmother and Pippi were enjoying their sleigh ride, the cousins started their annual Monopoly tournament. These girls are very competitive, so once it starts, the game will not stop until someone has been declared the champion!
These Blythe dolls are Juno Estella, Patty Patch, and Sailing Dominique for “We would not stop” on Flickr and “Red Hair” on Facebook. The game is called “World’s Smallest Monopoly” and it is complete in every tiny detail.
في كل بداية صباح اجد جسدي يسير بلا شعور الى هذا المكان
وكأنه فرض يومي ..
ربما لانها كانت به البدايه والنهايه
فـ انا اقف امامه وانتظر
وفي داخلي تتجد خيبات الامل وتتولد الهزائم نتيجه الفراق
اهنئك يَ صاحبي المنتظر فـ انت احسنت الاختيار
في كل مره احس بعلاقه جذب بين روحي وهذا المكان
لانه يشابهني كثيرا فـ حينما ارى الى ذلك البرج يرتسم وقتها حلمي
لانه بعيد جدا ويجب ان اثني رقبتي الى الاعلى لكي اراهـ
وحينما ارى الى تلك المياهـ المتدفقه احس بأنها اشواقي
فـ هي هائجه وتفيض دائما ..
حتى نهايه هذا الصباح انا مبتسمه رغم الالام الداخليه
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يتبع
Up where they walk, up where they run
Up where they stay all day in the sun
Wanderin’ free – wish I could be
Part of that world
Credits: No Match - Goose - LUXE
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Na escola chamavam-lhe Space Boy. E riam-se. Helmot até gostava do nome mas os esgares de escárnio entristeciam-no. Regressava então à sua nave, contemplando o planeta mau com um encolher de ombros. Mais não podia fazer.
#partes #29
texto: Ricardo Romano
foto: Rui Gato
engenharia aeroespacial: André Swale Das Pêras
Part 30: Pippi’s prank (setting the clock back an hour) was soon noticed, and after laughing and calling her a “cute mischief maker”, everyone gathered their belongings and headed out the door. Grandmother hugged and kissed each one as she said goodbye, and they all agreed that this had been the best Thanksgiving ever!
This picture is for “Kiss them all” on Flickr and “Red hair” on Facebook.
And so concludes our story! It was so much fun for me to use the daily prompts as the basis for a single narrative, thanks to Nancy’s great idea to take the prompts from the poem “Over the River and Through the Woods.” Thanks for the fun time, Nancy!
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“If the path before you is clear, you're probably on someone else's.”
― Joseph Campbell
Since I need some winter images for a proper photo calendar i looked for something worth capturing during those days when we had at least a little bit of snow.
Actually the amount of snow we had wasn’t even enough to cover the grass on this hill, so I cloned out hundreds of grass blades, which was great fun.
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If you are into counting, you are welcome to check my assertion based on the original image:
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Part of a 2man with Brave.....
Shouts to Rask, Solo & Tiws to our left.... Shine, Kuest & Ante to our right....
Freezing weather!
El Partal (derived from portico) on the site of the Alhambra in Granada, Andalusia, is the last remaining remnant of the palace of Yusuf III.
From my point of view it is undoubtedly a fortunate circumstance that this building was preserved and that the large pool in front of it was created.
Às vezes, acontece que o tempo pára.
Depende, volta para trás, recomeça, passa lento, passa rápido, nunca é igual, envelhece, rejuvenesce, tem grupos, muita gente, tem espaços, muito lugares. Uma confusão, segundos, minutos, horas (meias, ¼ de hora), dias, semanas, meses, anos, décadas, séculos e milénios.
É fabulosa a História, passa de geração em geração; há tranquilidades e euforias, pessoas várias e diferentes; ficam livros ou não, são trocados, destruídos.
Ele não é infinito, isso é uma treta que nos contam desde que nos meteram no mundo.
Há muitas coisas mal explicadas nisto do existir.
A idade; a pertença (porque és dono disto e daquilo!?); o corpo funciona individualmente mas é pensado como igual; as mudanças das identidades e liberdades; porque nunca se pensa num mundo ideal para todos (sem línguas, territórios, formas de funcionar), o céu e o mar.
#partes #45
texto: Zé Maria Belo
foto: Rui Gato