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I think I could make better use of my time on land.
Anyway though this was done in the photo studio on my campus. Very professional. Probably a total waste of resources.
Least Sandpiper (Calidris minutilla) taking a break from feeding on the mudflats along the shore of Miquelon Lake southeast of Edmonton, Alberta, Canada.
8 August, 2013.
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This penny farthing was built in 1885. Each year just a small number of cycles and motorcycles are permitted to join the London to Brighton run. Their journey starts at Hyde Park, London at 6.45 am, prior to the official start time.
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A demolition permit was issued for 1028 W. Diversey Pkwy., including the building constructed in 1894, in June 2026. Pro Homes will redevelop the site, using plans by Michael Cox & Associates for a 3-story plus basement, 3-unit masonry building with a detached masonry 3-car garage. It’s not known whether the units will be condominiums or rental apartments. The owners of longtime tenant Paddy Long’s decided during the pandemic to change their format, renovating the space into Max & Issy’s Pizzeria. It closed in March 2026 after closing the property’s sale for $1.05 million.
These are my first photographs in Chicago since April 13. An April 20 - 25 visit to New York City that resulted in 416 photographs to edit, research and post and an extended May sinus infection/cold kept me inside for an extended period.
Característica marca negra submarginal en los espacios E2 -sobre todo- y E3 del reverso del ala anterior, que permite diferenciar esta especie de Melitaea deione y M. parthenoides
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I’m not sure what I expected when I walked out of my hotel one morning during my vacation visit, jumped into a taxi, and asked the driver to take me to the Berlin Wall — but not this.
My driver patiently explained, in English that was far superior to anything I might have dreamed of attempting in German, that there was really one one section of the wall (also known as the East Side Gallery) that remained intact — on Mülenstraße, which was only a few kilometers from my hotel. So off we went, and my driver smiled as I got out of the cab, with a pleasant request to “Enjoy yourself!”
I’m not sure “enjoy” is how I would characterize this experience … but it was one that I’m certainly glad that I had. The section of the wall along which I walked was separated from the Spree River by a grassy knoll about 50 yards wide (though I subsequently learned that the border itself, back in those days, was the river) … so I could get some distance and perspective as I looked at some of the vivid artwork. And that was on the “back side” of the wall; there was more street art on the “front side” that ran along Mühlenstraße. I walked both sides, several times, and did my best to photograph everything…
I don’t think there’s much point in my translating, explaining, or even commenting on the photos you can see here; there are 105 altogether, and they speak for themselves, with messages that are pretty self-explanatory. There may be a few phrases in German that you don’t understand; but Google will help you out.
One of the signs commemorated the 25th anniversary of the reunification of Germany—which, of course, was an almost immediate consequence of the collapse of East Germany, and the dismantling of the wall. But it made me wonder: how long will any of this last? It’s obviously meaningful to me and my generation; and if my parents were alive, I’m sure it would take their breath away. As for my children’s generation, and their children’s generation … well, who knows?
And a hundred years from now, will any part of this one small stretch of the old wall, which runs for only 1.3 kilometers, still be standing?
Summers are not permitting me to shoot outdoors and thats why i am all bored and trying my hands at various effects and ideas.
Boredom sometimes brings out unexpected results and thats exactly what happened here.
The shot of the lil girl sitting on a rock bench is in original , repositioned her to suit the picture,and the texture i got from the internet.Tried blending the two ,hope u liked the effect here.
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In August 2015, I had the great pleasure of taking a week-long photography workshop in Rockport, Maine under the tutelage of Peter Turnley. Its main theme was street photography, and we made several visits to working-class neighborhoods in several Maine towns where (unbeknownst to me) there are large populations of working-class immigrants from Somalia, Sierra Leone, and various other countries around the world.
Most of our “field” exercises were carried out in pairs, threesomes, or foursomes; and in many cases, we were lucky enough to follow along behind Peter Turnley and watch his amazing style and techniques.
But in some cases, I ended up alone — including the first afternoon of the workshop, where I drove a few miles up the road from our classroom, to spend the afternoon looking for photo-ops in the small town of Camden, Maine. Meanwhile, my classmates spent their time in such small Maine towns as Rockport, Rockland, and other picturesque spots along the water.
I’m slightly acquainted with the town, from several previous visits to attend the “PopTech!” technology conferences in the month of October. So I was able to spend far less time worrying about getting utterly lost in a strange place, and more time focusing on the people — mostly tourists, as it turned out — along the streets.
Of the hundreds of photos that I took during that first afternoon, I ended up with about a dozen that I felt were worth sharing with my classmates. This is one of them...
Northern Plains Red Fox (Vulpes fulva) pups at the entrance to their den in a pasture west of Redwater, Alberta, Canada.
29 May, 2017.
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In August 2015, I had the great pleasure of taking a week-long photography workshop in Rockport, Maine under the tutelage of Peter Turnley. Its main theme was street photography, and we made several visits to working-class neighborhoods in several Maine towns where (unbeknownst to me) there are large populations of working-class immigrants from Somalia, Sierra Leone, and various other countries around the world.
Most of our “field” exercises were carried out in pairs, threesomes, or foursomes; and in many cases, we were lucky enough to follow along behind Peter Turnley and watch his amazing style and techniques. The photos in this set were taken on such a field-exercise, in a working-class neighborhood of Portland, Maine.
Not permitted to take photos inside the Duomo, but it was OK to sit on the floor and draw and paint this view...in the dark! Crazy!!!
Thank you, flickr explore and to all for the views, faves, and lovely comments :)
So amazing!!!!
Safdarjung's Tomb is a sandstone and marble mausoleum in New Delhi, India. It was built in 1754 in the late Mughal Empire style for the statesman Safdarjung. The monument has an ambiance of spaciousness and an imposing presence with its domed and arched red brown and white coloured structures. Safdarjung was made prime minister of the Mughal Empire (Wazir ul-Mamlak-i-Hindustan) when Ahmad Shah Bahadur ascended the throne in 1748.
Mirza Muqim Abul Mansur Khan, who was popularly known as Safadarjung, who ruled over Avadh was an independent ruler of Avadh as viceroy of Muhammad Shah.He was very rich and most powerful. With the death of Emperor Muhammad Shah of Mughal Empire, he moved to Delhi. When Mohammed Shah Ahmed Shah ascended the throne of the Mughal Empire in Delhi in 1748, Safdarjung was made the Chief Minister (Vizier) of the empire with the title of Wazir ul-Mamalk-i-Hindustan and at that time the empire was on decline as their rule extended only to North India.
As Vizier he had taken all powers under his control as the king was only a puppet, a figurehead, who was into enjoying life with wine, opium and women. But he overestimated and over exercised his powers with the result that the Emperor’s family called their Hindu Maratha confederacy to help them get rid of their Vizier. A civil strife ensued and eventually in 1753 Safdarjung was driven out of Delhi. He died soon thereafter in 1754. After his death his son Nawab Shujaud Daula pleaded with the Mughal Emperor to permit him to erect a tomb for his father in Delhi. He then built the tomb, which was designed by an Abyssininan architect.
To the south of this tomb is the historic site of the battle that was fought in 1386 between Timur of Mangol and Mohammed Tughlaq when the latter was defeated.
CCT - pauta: projeto que permite o plantio de cana de açúcar em áreas degradadas da Amazônia Legal está na pauta da Comissão de Ciência, Tecnologia, Inovação, Comunicação e Informática (CCT). Também em análise, projeto que estabelece a sanção aplicável ao ilÃcito penal consistente na interceptação ou recepção não autorizada dos sinais de TV por assinatura e o que torna obrigatória a utilização de sistema de rastreamento por satélite nos veÃculos utilizados para o transporte de cargas perigosas. Também serão analisados projetos de decreto legislativo autorizando o funcionamento de emissoras de rádio e televisão em diversas regiões do paÃs.
Geral do plenário durante a reunião da comissão.
Na mesa:
Presidente da CCT, senador Zeze Perrella (PDT-MG).
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In August 2015, I had the great pleasure of taking a week-long photography workshop in Rockport, Maine under the tutelage of Peter Turnley. Its main theme was street photography, and we made several visits to working-class neighborhoods in several Maine towns where (unbeknownst to me) there are large populations of working-class immigrants from Somalia, Sierra Leone, and various other countries around the world.
In addition to the Sony RX-10 and Sony A-7 cameras that I normally use, I also rented a brand-new Leica “Q” camera for the class. It’s roughly equivalent to driving a Rolls Royce, which I’ve never done; and because the list price is $4,000 for a camera with a single fixed-focal-length 28mm lens, I very much doubted that I would buy one for permanent usage.
Peter Turnley strongly suggested that I should consider buying the camera and getting really comfortable using it. Maybe he’s right; but there are all kinds of reasons (which I won’t bore you with) why it doesn’t make sense for me.
Perhaps the most important reason is that, at my fairly modest level of skill, I don’t think I would actually produce *better* pictures with the Leica. There are a lot more “fundamental” things for me to master first, and I might *never* be good enough to really take advantage of what the Leica is capable of doing.
So, when I got back to NYC at the end of the week, I packed the Leica in a box, and shipped it back to the rental agency from whence it came. It was a good experiment, and I’m glad I did it. But at least for now, I’ll stick with my Sony cameras.
I've uploaded roughly half a dozen "test shots" that I took with the Leica. I was intrigued to see that some of them were "fuzzy," which implies that I didn't focus properly, or perhaps I used such a wide aperture that the DOF was too shallow.
None of them are prize-winning shots by any means ... but for me, the most important conclusion was that I probably could have gotten just as good (or just as bad) a result from my Sony cameras...
Taller de Graffiti / Republica 550 (Santiago)
(foto por Carolina Calquin)
Foto-detalles de obras realizadas en distintos lugares de Chile... agradezco a todos los artistas por permitir que sus obras sean difundidas acá en Flickr (por favor si sabes el nombre del autor agrega una nota... muchas gracias)
Mas gráfica y fotos en:
Contacto:
leoncalquin@gmail.com
Emirates Airbus A380-861 Reg. A6-EER as flight No EK127 from Dubai (DBX) to Vienna International Airport (VIE/LOWW) approching VIE on runway 11
Photo of the airplane taken in 4000 ft altitude above my Home.
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History & Coincidences Filled Random Panorama View Of Paris France From Top Of Eiffel Tower - IMRAN™
The Eiffel Tower in Paris, France is not just a beautiful monument to photograph, it also has among the most fabulous views of all of Paris on all sides. Even though I have been to Paris many times since my first visit in 1987, I love visiting and rediscovering the city.
The landmarks I recognize in this view include the Émile Anthoine Stadium in the foreground, the Seine river obviously, stretching into the distance, and the famous Trocadero to the far right of the frame. I had to crop out that bridge from this panorama because it was mangled in the photo from obstructions the camera could not get around. But other interesting places are seen too.
The circular building near the center of the frame on the right of the river is Radio France. Its address is 116 Avenue du President Kennedy (whom my German Shepherd is named to honor). There is another pair of interesting twists to that address.
If you look closely, halfway across the bridge exactly opposite that is a sight familiar to Americans who have not even been out of the country. It is the French replica of the Statue of Liberty! It was unveiled in 1889, exactly 100 years before I moved to the USA to attend Columbia University. The university is located at, ironically, 116th Street in Manhattan, in New York, the city where the larger Statue of Liberty monument is.
There are many more interesting facts I could share, but I call this a random view. I was not looking at anything in particular when I captured the scene. I used the dozen-years old at that time Nikon D300 to take as many photos as I could as the people around, as well as the jutting antennae and lightning rods, permitted.
This was combined into a passable panorama in Lightroom where some of the complex light conditions made it impossible to compensate for the bright sun and white and grey clouds. My friend Erik Droutman, who was with me on that trip to the top of the Eiffel Tower, was pointing towards a neighborhood to the right side of the picture in the distance where his grandmother's apartment is and that he grew up visiting.
We both were in Paris for a Microsoft meeting, whose office, incidentally is just to the left of the sixth bridge you see in the photo. Small world, big structures, great adventures, yet greatest is my gratitude to God for having blessed me to see and do all that I have.
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Bohemian Waxwing (Bombycilla garrulus) resting after a feeding frenzy in the backyard on a Mountain Ash berry crop in suburban Edmonton, Alberta, Canada.
5 April, 2015.
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The 1890 Empress Flour Mill on Queen Street is category C industrial heritage building, which means that its removal is a permitted activity. There are two plaques on the front of the building, one relating to the 118 year old structure and the other to the 1921 grain silos. With a height of 35 metres the category B listed heritage silos are the town's most prominent landmark. They're still in use and will not be demolished.
Rows of houses overlooking the seafront at Ryde, on the Isle of Wight. Shot just before the rain set in.
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"Sculptures permit me to create real volume. One can touch the forms, one can give them smoothness, the sensuality that one wants." Fernando BOTERO
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CARVED ARTPIECES - Smile on Saturday
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As I reported in a separate Flickr album a couple months ago, most of my business trips have involved air travel from New York City; I’ve seen the insides of more airports and more airplanes than I care to remember.
But most of my trips along the eastern corridor of the U.S. have involved trains, and I find them to be a very relaxing and enjoyable contrast. These trips almost always start with a subway ride to Penn Station, rather than a taxi ride to JFK or LGA or EWR; and they are followed by a relatively pleasant journey along the East Coast on an Amtrak Acela train that has a much greater chance of departing and arriving on time than most of my airplane journeys.
I took a recent trip to Philadelphia in August 2015 and then another one (for a different client) in October 2015. In both cases, my journey began with a subway ride from 96th Street to Penn Station; and then a train trip from the Amtrak terminal in NYC’s Penn Station to the architecturally interesting Amtrak station in Philadelphia, before reaching my client’s office for a day-long meeting. At the end of the day, the journey reversed itself, and I was back home shortly after dinner.
I took a few photos and videos along the way; the ones I’ve uploaded here are representative of the trip...
me permiti umas estripuulias hoje na livraria cultura, e ainda teve jantar indiano com a SofiSofi, e quer saber? eu gosteeeeei bastante :D adoro provar coisas novas (:
bem esse livrinho fiquei super feliz em comprar, porque eu meio que acompanhava os desenhos da Fernanda Guedes aqui no flickr, e a hora que vi esse livrinho, segurei e não soltei mais :D é uma graça!!!
ps: estou com um graaaaaande problema com o blog acho que na hora de ajustar algumas coisas, eu devo ter feito alguma caca e não sei aonde, ousejaaaaaa vou ter que refazer o layout ;S mas obg pelas visitas la e os comentarios nas fotos *-*
e hoje finalmente consegui responde o meme que a Deboa me tageou (: amanha tem post novo *-* vou tentar arrumar o layout novo (:
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When we first arrived in Rapid City, South Dakota for a family reunion in July 2015, we stayed at the main downtown “Alex Johnson” hotel; and we walked along Sixth Street to dinner that evening with two of our family members. On the way back after dinner, I happened to notice the garish glow of graffiti on a side alley next to the hotel, and I took a couple of quick photos in the twilight, thinking that it might be worth exploring in more detail the next day.
Indeed, I did go back for a quick second look the next morning, but then we had to pack up and check out of the hotel, in order to drive to the rendezvous point near Spearfish (near Deadwood and Sturgis, and in the general vicinity of Mt. Rushmore and the Black Hills) where dozens of members of our extended family were planning to meet us. But when the reunion was over a few days later we drove back to Rapid City, and changed our hotel plans in order to stay at the Alex Johnson for one last night before our early flight back to New York City the next morning.
As a result, I had time for a much more thorough walk-through of the alley and its rich display of art on my final afternoon. I asked the front-desk clerk at the hotel if she knew anything about it, and she pointed me to a young man at the valet parking desk near the front entrance; there I learned that Rapid City is one of only three such spots in the country, where artist-inspired graffiti is not only tolerated, but legally allowed. Here is the website that explains more:
www.visitrapidcity.com/things-to-do/arts-culture/art-alle...
The Website provides much more detail, and in much more cogent form, than I could in these notes; so if you’re curious, I urge you to click on the link. But if you would like to see what the art looks like, in all its vivid colors, take a look at the images in this album.
Tomada con el gran angular que me regaló mi compare Fernando, esta mañana desde Playa Getares. El día era limpio pero se observa la contaminación del "arco de la Bahía" ... eso nos lo tragamos y todos los estudios epidemiológicos revelan que estamos por debajo de los niveles permitidos.
Despues de ver esto ¿quien se lo cree?
This Panoramic Blade Sign is 39'-6" tall. Mostly, for ease of transportation was fabricated in two sections and assembled onsite back in 2014. The design/engineering that goes into a sign like this is a lot of fun, city permitting not so much.
1321 Mission Street, San Francisco.
O jovem Alexandre Tavares, para realizar o transplante de medula que permitirá continuar vivendo, ainda precisa de 52 pessoas dispostas a comparecer no Instituto Nacional do Cancer, na Praça da Cruz Vermelha, Rio de Janeiro, RJ e doar sangue.
Como não conseguimos ainda os 100 doadores, o transplante que seria no dia 14 de junho de 2010 ainda não aconteceu e ele permanece internado.
Ele precisa de doadores de plaquetas então a doação precisará ocorrer em três etapas. Agora, daqui a quinze dias e em trinta dias.
O tipo de sangue não importa mas a quantidade sim...
Se por qualquer motivo vc não pode doar - avise todo mundo até conseguirmos encontrar as 52 almas que permitirão que ele, como todos nós, também chegue a idade adulta.
Contamos com a ajuda de cada um de vcs.
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HORÁRIO DE DOAÇÃO - DE 2ª À 6ªFEIRA DE 7:30 ÀS 14:30 HORAS
SÁBADO DE 8:00 ÀS 12:00 HORAS
Todos os detalhes podem ser obtidos com nossa amiga Magali Oliveira
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At the end of my stroll through Riverside Park (see this album for pictures), I reached the pier that extends out into the Hudson River at 72nd Street -- and discovered that a festival called Mamapalooza was underway....
I had never heard of it before, but apparently it's a well-publicized event that takes place in several parts of the country; click here for details. In any case, it took place in New York City on May 31st, and these are some of the pictures that I took of the band, the merchants, and the people enjoying it all...
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A year ago, I uploaded a bunch of photos to Flickr and admitted that while I had lived in New York City for 45 years — I had never previously attended, observed, photographed, or participated in the annual Halloween Parade that takes place in Greenwich Village. I won’t repeat the rest of the meandering blather that I wrote … if you would like to see it, and/or the photos that accompanied the notes, you can find them here on Flickr:
www.flickr.com/photos/yourdon/albums/72157646748393453
In any case, though, I decided to return to the parade again this year … and, like last year, I got off the subway at the Canal Street (express) station, and walked north to where the cops and the parade-floats, the bands and the professional photographers were gathering in anticipation of another year of festivity.
But I quickly discovered that, while last year’s parade started at 7 PM, when it was already cold and dark, this year’s parade was not scheduled to get started until 9 PM. I realize that 9 PM is quite an early hour for ghouls and vampires, not to mention teenagers, young adults, party-goers, and even the majority of the bridge-and-tunnel crowd who were presumably just getting in their trains and buses to make the trek from the wilderness regions of Long Island and New Jersey. But for those of us slightly (ahem) older than the age of 35, 9 PM is about the time when we turn on last night’s video-recording of Jimmy Fallon or Trevor Noah, and watch in a glassy-eyed stupor for a few minutes before we begin snoring …
So … I decided not to hang around the official starting position at Spring Street for two or three hours, and instead began wandering further north into the more crowded sections of the West Village — near West 4th Street. And I’m glad I did: while there were no bands or “fancy” displays, there was a lot more energy, and a lot of interesting costumes and people (or ghouls and vampires, depending on your preferences).
The only outcasts, far more confused and lost than the out-of-town tourists, were the cops. There were hundreds of them, maybe thousands; and this was two weeks before the recent terrorist attacks, with nobody expecting any trouble more serious than an occasional happy drunkard falling over in the street. Most of the cops that I saw were somehow affiliated with a “Community Affairs” department (or division, or whatever); but what made it funny is that none of them seemed to have a clue where they were. At one point, I stood near a friendly, attentive police officer at the corner of Sixth Avenue and 8th Street — when a tourist (sounding like he was from Germany) wandered up and asked the cop for directions to 9th Street. The cop shrugged politely and said that he really didn’t know — despite the fact that the street sign for 9th Street was clearly visible, less than a block away. I got the impression that the cops had been brought in from such far-away areas as Staten Island, Queens, and the Bronx; and while they could have navigated the neatly-rectangularized streets of mid-town Manhattan, they were utterly lost in Greenwich Village.
Oh, well, it didn’t matter. I watched one woman emerge from the subway, reassuring her clearly-terrified friend, “Don’t worry, I’ll get you back to New Jersey safely. I promise!” But she took one look at the wildly-costumed crowd around her, near the Waverly Theater, let out a loud “Woo hoo!” squeal, and left her friend behind….
In the midst of all this, I did manage to get some photos … and I’ve uploaded a small subset of them here to Flickr. Enjoy …
A stunning pristine white beach, clear turquoise waters, sunny skies. The stunning white beach is typical of what can be found all along Scotland's north-western coastline. Seen on a glorious day in early October!
This view shows the main beach at Achmelvich (Gaelic: Achadh Mhealbhaich) in Sutherland. The name comes from the Gaelic "Achadh" - a plain or meadow and "mealvaich" - sandy dunes. It is a (very) small settlement at the far end of a single-track road with a Youth Hostel (seen on the right above), campground, caravan park, laundrette, shop and take-away.
Dogs are banned from the beach during the main tourist season and are also not permitted at the campground and caravan park.
Good thing I got my shot when I did. As the train arrived an employee got off the train and asked me for my permit. "Permit?", I said. He explained to me that I needed a permit from CTA in order to have my camera and tripod on the platform. "Oh ok... I'm from Ohio..." As I left the platform area another employee asked me what company I was with. I figured playing dumb was the best way to be. Seems like a lot of trouble to go through just for a shot or two. Having the shot I wanted I didn't stand around to debate the public place angle.
" LA MAGIA ES UN PUENTE QUE TE PERMITE IR DEL MUNDO VISIBLE HACIA EL INVISIBLE. Y APRENDER LAS LECCIONES DE AMBOS MUNDOS " ( Paulo Coelho )
"EL QUE NO CREE EN LA MAGIA NUNCA LA ENCONTRARÁ " (Roald Dahl )
" MAGIA ES PROBAR A VOLCAR LO QUE HAY EN EL FONDO DE TI , MAGIA ES VERTE SONREIR. MAGIA ES PROBAR A SALTAR SIN MIRAR , ES CAER Y VOLVER A EMPEZAR "
" QUE DIFÍCIL INTENTAR SALIR ILESOS DE ESTA MAGIA EN LA QUE NOS HAYAMOS PRESOS " ( J.Sabina )
" SEA LO QUE SEA QUE PUEDAS O SUEÑES QUE PUEDAS , COMIÉNZALO. ATREVIMIENTO POSEE GENIO , PODER Y MAGIA. COMIÉNZALO AHORA " ( Goethe )
" NO HAY QUE VER PARA CREER ..... HAY QUE CREER PARA VER "
The following text on history of Diamond Rock is taken from Wikipedia.
Diamond Rock occupies a strategic position at the north end of the St. Lucia Straits. Possession of the rock permits interdiction of navigation between Martinique and its southern neighbour, St Lucia.
In September 1803 Commodore Sir Samuel Hood sailed to the rock aboard Centaur (Captain Murray Maxwell). Hood had received the assignment to blockade the bays at Fort Royal and Saint Pierre, Martinique.
Centaur was lying at anchor in Fort Royal Bay, Martinique, on the morning of 1 December when lookouts sighted a schooner with a sloop in tow about six miles off making for Saint Pierre. Hood sent his advice boat, the Sarah, after the sloop, and had Maxwell sail Centaur in pursuit of the schooner. After a pursuit of some 24 leagues (120 km; 63 nmi), Centaur captured the schooner, which turned out to be the privateer Ma Sophie, out of Guadeloupe. She had a crew of 45 men, and was armed with eight guns, which she had jettisoned during the chase.
Hood took Ma Sophie into service as a tender, charging her captain, Lieutenant William Donnett, with watching the channel between Diamond Rock and Martinique for enemy vessels. Donnett made frequent visits to the rock to gather the thick, broad-leaved grass to be woven into sailors' hats, and a spinach-like plant called callaloo, that when boiled and served daily, kept the crews of Centaur and Ma Sophie from scurvy and was a nice addition to a menu too long dominated by salt beef.
Aided by calm weather, the British were able to run lines ashore and hoist two 18-pounder cannons to the summit of the rock. The British hastily built fortifications and supplied the position with food and water for a garrison of two lieutenants and 120 men under the command of Lieutenant James Wilkes Maurice, Hood's first lieutenant. Hood officially commissioned the island as the "sloop" HMS Diamond Rock (a "stone frigate"). A six-gun sloop, designated Fort Diamond, supported the fort. In honour of his admiral, Maurice designated as "Hood Battery" the one 24-pounder that he placed to fire from a cave halfway up the side of the rock. The British also placed two 24-pounder guns in batteries ("Centaur" and "Queen's") at the base of the rock, and a 24-pounder carronade to cover the only landing-place. One account puts two 24-pounders on the summit, but all other accounts put 18-pounders there. At some point while this was going on, Ma Sophie blew up for unknown reasons, killing all but one of her crew.
With work complete by 7 February, Hood decided to formalise the administration of the island, and wrote to the Admiralty, announcing that he had commissioned the rock as a sloop-of-war, under the name Diamond Rock. Lieutenant Maurice, who had impressed Hood with his efforts while establishing the position, was rewarded by being made commander.
Caves on the rock served as sleeping quarters for the men; the officers used tents. A court martial would reprimand Lieutenant Roger Woolcombe at Plymouth on 7 December 1805 for "conduct unbecoming a gentleman" for having messed (eaten) at the top of the rock with part of the ship's company.
The sailors used pulleys and ropes to raise supplies to the summit. To augment their uncertain food supply, the garrison had a small herd of goats and a flock of guinea hens and chickens that survived on the meager foliage. The British also established a hospital in a cave at the base of the rock that became a popular place to put sailors and marines recovering from fevers or injuries.
Just before Centaur left the rock, a party of slaves made a clandestine visit at night to trade fruits and bananas. They brought the news that a French lieutenant colonel of engineers had arrived at their plantation to survey the heights opposite for a mortar battery with which to shell the rock. One of the slaves had been sold by his English owner to the French when the owner left the islands. He did not like his new master and claimed the protection of the British flag. Hood granted him that protection, and promised that the man could serve in the Royal Navy as a free man in return for guiding a landing party to his now-former master's house. A 23-man landing party, including the guide, and under Lieutenant Reynolds, landed at midnight, walked the four kilometers to the plantation house, and took the engineer and 17 soldiers prisoner, before returning safely to Centaur. Apparently the lieutenant colonel was the only engineer on Martinique, and so no mortar battery materialized.
On June 23, 1804, whilst the Fort Diamond was on a provisioning expedition at Roseau Bay, St. Lucia, a French boarding party from a schooner came up to her in two rowboats, boarding her at night while most of the crew were asleep below decks. A subsequent court-martial aboard HMS Galatea at English Harbour, Antigua, convicted Acting Lieutenant Benjamin Westcott of allowing his vessel to be captured. The board dismissed him from the Royal Navy, never to be permitted to serve in the navy again] He became an American citizen three years later.
For 17 months, the fort was able to harass French shipping trying to enter Fort-de-France. The guns on the rock completely dominated the channel between it and the main island, and because of their elevation, were able to fire far out to sea and forced vessels to give it a wide berth, with the result that the currents and strong winds would make it impossible for them to fetch in Port Royal. During this time the French troops on Martinique made several unsuccessful attempts to retake the rock.
When Admiral Villeneuve embarked on his 1805 voyage to Martinique, he was under orders from Napoleon to recapture Diamond Rock. The French-Spanish combined naval force of 16 ships[19] under French Captain Cosmao-Kerjulien attacked Diamond Rock. Between 16 May and 29 May, the French fleet completely blockaded the rock. On the 25th, the French were able to cut out from under Maurice's guns a British sloop that arrived from St. Lucia with some supplies.
The actual assault came on 31 May, and the French were able to land some troops on the rock. Maurice had anticipated the landing and had moved his men from the indefensible lower works to positions further up, and on the summit. Once the French landed, the British fire trapped the landing party in two caves near sea level.
Unfortunately for the garrison, their stone cistern had cracked, due to an earth tremor, so they were short of water, and after exchanging fire with the French, they were also almost out of ammunition. After enduring a fierce bombardment, Maurice surrendered to the superior force on 3 June 1805, having resisted two French seventy-fours, a frigate, a corvette, a schooner, and eleven gunboats. The British lost two men killed and one wounded, and the French 20 dead and 40 wounded (English account), or 50 dead and wounded (French account), and three gunboats.
The French took the garrison of 107 men as prisoners, splitting them between their two 74-gun ships of the line, Pluton and the ex-British Berwick. The French repatriated the prisoners to Barbados by 6 June. The subsequent court-martial of Commander Maurice for the loss of his "ship" (i.e. the fort) exonerated him, his officers, and men and commended him for his defence. Maurice took dispatches to England, where he arrived on 3 August, and was given command of the brig-sloop Savage.
All the previous colour images that I have shown from White Sands were photographed in full sunlight, mostly in the hour or two after the sun rose or before it set, but the rest of the images will be from the magical times closer to sunrise and sunset: twilight/blue hour and, finally, dusk. In the evening, after sunset (and, on the one day we had an early morning permit, before sunrise), there was a magical 15 minutes or so when the sky would light up in yellows, oranges and even purples and the dunes would glow in the reflected light. Those few minutes were my favourite of each day we spent in this amazing place - they were pure awe. This image shows the colour just creeping into the sky.
In this image, you get a better view of the ridges that are created as the dune retreats. They are a kind of dune 'footprint'.
White Sands National Park, New Mexico, USA.
Back in October, I took a trip to White Sands National Park in New Mexico, USA with my Flickr friend (and real friend!) Frank Loose. You can say all kinds of horrible things about social media - and you'd be right - but it can (and Flickr, in particular, can) be an amazing way to connect you with people with shared interests. Frank and I connected over ten years ago on Flickr and have become fast friends since then. We've been talking for years about doing a photo trip together and we finally did it in October this year when we travelled to New Mexico to photograph White Sands. If you'd like to read about our trip, you're welcome to check out my blog post about it.
White Sands National Park covers about a third of a huge dunefield between the San Andres and Sacramento Mountains in southern New Mexico. White Sands is a bit of a misnomer, as the dunes are actually made of gypsum, not sand, and though they are white in bright sunshine they can take on some amazing colours – from beige to pink to blue – depending on the light conditions. Frank and I photographed the dunes over four days of morning and evening visits and really came to love this magical place. I hope you enjoy this series of images (and do check out Frank’s beautiful work as well!).
If you'd like to see the whole series, in the order they are meant to be seen, take a look at my White Sands Album. If you prefer, you can just look at the colour images or just at the more experimental black and white images.
A curiosidade junto do ofuscado permiti cria a curiosidade o que realmente esta ali com pura nitidez, ou realmente achar simples ofuscado mas belo por ser misterioso.
Edição: Fotografia.
Local: Divinópolis.
Niebla es un municipio y localidad española de la provincia de Huelva, en la comunidad autónoma de Andalucía. Dispone de un importante conjunto monumental histórico.
En 1982, fue declarada Conjunto Monumental Histórico-Artístico.
Villa milenaria, antigua capital del Condado de su nombre, que se levanta en una colina sobre el Rí¬o Tinto, dentro de un recinto jalonado de torres de planta cuadrada y octogonal y que constituye un conjunto de gran belleza y una de las poblaciones más bonitas de Huelva.
La ciudad intramuros conserva parte de su antiguo trazado, y entre sus monumentos cabe destacar el Alcázar de los Condes de Niebla, la Mezquita, la Iglesia de Nuestra Señora de la Granada, la Iglesia de San Martí¬n y el Hospital de Santa Marí¬a. Fuera del recinto, el Puente y el Acueducto romanos.
Su fundación parece ser que se debe a los ligures. Cuando la conquistaron los cartagineses era ya una población fortificada.
En la época romana se llamó Llipla. Fue una plaza romana de gran importancia en el camino de Itálica. Le fue permitido acuñar moneda propia.
Durante la época de los visigodos fue la primera sede episcopal de la Bética.
En el periodo de Al-Andalus fue una de las ciudades más importantes y hermosas que llegó a ser cabeza de un reino. Le dieron el nombre de Madina Labla.
La conquista cristiana fue llevada a cabo por el rey Alfonso X en el 1257. Parece ser que en su conquista se utilizó por primera vez la pólvora en España.
En 1364 se crea el Condado de Niebla.
En el siglo XV pasó a los dominios de la Casa de Medina Sidonia y finalmente a la Casa de Alba, hasta la disolución de los señorí¬os en el siglo XIX.
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As I have noted in several earlier Flickr albums, as long as I continue going to the same NYC dentist, you can count on two or three sets of photos of Bryant Park each year. The reason is simple: my dentist is located in mid-town Manhattan, about a block from the park — and when I'm done, I'm always tempted to walk over and see how the park looks. Consequently, I've collected almost a dozen separate sets of Bryant Park photos, which you can see summarized here on Flickr. (At least one or two of those other sets will provide you with the historical details of the park; or you can look it up here on Wikipedia.)
In mid-June of 2015, I took another stroll through the park, not having been there for almost two years. I wandered mostly around the periphery of the park, looking for interesting scenes to capture with the Sony RX-1R camera whose results I'm showing in this album, and also a Sony RX-10 camera whose results you'll see in a separate album in a couple days. I locked the camera into a wide-angle setting and a fixed f/8 aperture, and I just pointed the camera in the general direction of an interesting scene, and pushed the shutter button. Of the several hundred shots that I took during these strolls, there were a handful that seemed worthy of uploading; that's what you'll be seeing in this set and the next one. All of this took roughly an hour, at the end of which I put away my camera, and headed back uptown, content that my teeth would survive for another several months...
(mitología finlandesa)
En un comienzo existió, sólo Luonnotar en un gigantesco abismo marino. Allí ella se dedica a observar, contar los arco iris y a permitir que el viento acaricie su pelo.
Después de esta etapa de contemplación, ella inicia un interminable periplo a través de los siglos sobre la extensión cósmica, deseando tener un hijo. Su melancolía era tan grande que el viento del este se compadeció de ella. Este, inicia, entonces, un intenso y alborotado romance amatorio con Luonnotar quien, complacida y alabada, termina totalmente agotada e inconsciente. Después de este episodio, en sus entrañas se engendra ya Väinämöinen, el hijo del viento.
Durante el mismo período, en su estado de preñez, un pájaro anida sobre sus rodillas y allí éste incuba sus huevos. Después de un cierto tiempo Luonnotar está acalambrada de tanta inmovilidad; lenta y cuidadosamente, comienza, entonces, a estirar sus piernas, y de esta manera, los siete huevos del nido, caen al embravecido mar.
De las cáscaras de los huevos, surgirán el cielo y la tierra.. Las yemas formarán el sol y las claras, la luna. El resto de los trozos dispersos se transformarán en las estrellas.
Por la tarde, Luonnotar concebirá los mares y los continentes.
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A caravanserai (Persian: كاروانسرا kārvānsarā) was a (usually Persian-inspired or built) roadside inn where travelers could rest and recover from the day's journey. Caravanserais supported the flow of commerce, information, and people across the network of trade routes covering Asia, North Africa, and South-Eastern Europe. Most typically a caravanserai was a building with a square or rectangular walled exterior, with a single portal wide enough to permit large or heavily laden beasts such as camels to enter. The courtyard was almost always open to the sky, and the inside walls of the enclosure were outfitted with a number of identical stalls, bays, niches, or chambers to accommodate merchants and their servants, animals, and merchandise.
Caravanserais provided water for human and animal consumption, washing, and ritual ablutions. Sometimes they even had elaborate baths. They also kept fodder for animals and had shops for travellers where they could acquire new supplies. In addition, there could be shops where merchants could dispose of some of their goods. The word is also rendered as caravansarai or caravansary. The Persian word kārvānsarā is a compound word combining ''kārvān (caravan) with sara (palace, building with enclosed courts), to which the Persian suffix -yi is added. Here "caravan" means a group of traders, pilgrims, or other travelers, engaged in long distance travel.
This particular shot was taken in Virani caravanserai in Mashhad currently used as Mashhad Anthropology museum which nicely shows how the daily life in such a caravanserai looked like. The woman in the photo is actually no mystery to me but a dear friend Mashid who was kind enough to take her chador (A chādor or chādar (Persian چادر) is an outer garment or open cloak worn by many Iranian women in public spaces; it is one possible way in which a Muslim woman may follow the Islamic dress code known as ḥijāb. ) to "model" for me to add a human element into such an environment. I have purposely chosen low shutter speed (1/15 s) to capture the movement.
Camera Model: Canon EOS 5D Mark II; Lens: EF17-40mm f/4L USM; Focal length: 17.00 mm; Aperture: 6.3; Exposure time: 1/15 s; ISO: 1600
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I’m not sure what I expected when I walked out of my hotel one morning during my vacation visit, jumped into a taxi, and asked the driver to take me to the Berlin Wall — but not this.
My driver patiently explained, in English that was far superior to anything I might have dreamed of attempting in German, that there was really one one section of the wall (also known as the East Side Gallery) that remained intact — on Mülenstraße, which was only a few kilometers from my hotel. So off we went, and my driver smiled as I got out of the cab, with a pleasant request to “Enjoy yourself!”
I’m not sure “enjoy” is how I would characterize this experience … but it was one that I’m certainly glad that I had. The section of the wall along which I walked was separated from the Spree River by a grassy knoll about 50 yards wide (though I subsequently learned that the border itself, back in those days, was the river) … so I could get some distance and perspective as I looked at some of the vivid artwork. And that was on the “back side” of the wall; there was more street art on the “front side” that ran along Mühlenstraße. I walked both sides, several times, and did my best to photograph everything…
I don’t think there’s much point in my translating, explaining, or even commenting on the photos you can see here; there are 105 altogether, and they speak for themselves, with messages that are pretty self-explanatory. There may be a few phrases in German that you don’t understand; but Google will help you out.
One of the signs commemorated the 25th anniversary of the reunification of Germany—which, of course, was an almost immediate consequence of the collapse of East Germany, and the dismantling of the wall. But it made me wonder: how long will any of this last? It’s obviously meaningful to me and my generation; and if my parents were alive, I’m sure it would take their breath away. As for my children’s generation, and their children’s generation … well, who knows?
And a hundred years from now, will any part of this one small stretch of the old wall, which runs for only 1.3 kilometers, still be standing?