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Bueno... creo que está bien construir aviones "jumbo" o dar un paseo en un tren cósmico. Enciende el verano desde una máquina tragamonedas... sí... consigue lo que quieras si quieres, porque puedes conseguir cualquier cosa.
Sé que hemos avanzado mucho, estamos cambiando día a día, pero dime... ¿dónde juegan los niños?
Where Do The Children Play? - Cat Stevens
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Dear Stevens: Decades later, the problem remains unchanged. But perhaps the reality is a little sadder. Today, when children leave school, they don't stay in the squares, in public parks, or on the streets, playing, for example, soccer. They go straight home and shut themselves away in a world of surround sound and a giant screen. They play at killing soldiers, at commanding armies, they play soccer... they know how to dribble and control a digital soccer ball, very skillfully, with their index finger guiding a mouse. They do it infinitely better than when they dribble or pass a leather ball with their leg during recess at school. Today, when a child leaves school, they go straight home to immerse themselves inside the silicon chips of Silicon Valley, to play on a smartphone, an Alienware computer, or a PlayStation. If you suggest a game to a child, for example, playing "Hopscotch," they will most likely ask if there is an app for their smartphone or computer. If you tell him there's no app for this game, something might surprise you... if there's no app where you can play this game... he simply won't be interested in your game proposal... he won't be interested.
Bueno... has resquebrajado el cielo, los rascacielos llenan el aire ¿Pero seguirás construyendo más alto hasta que no haya más espacio ahí arriba? ¿Nos harás reír? ¿Nos harás llorar? ¿Nos dirás cuándo vivir? ¿Nos dirás cuándo morir?
Sé que hemos avanzado mucho, estamos cambiando día a día, pero dime... ¿dónde juegan los niños?
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Tea For The Tillerman - Cat Stevens (1970)
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The lines we see on a map that demarcate one country from another, one region from another, are merely fictitious. If, according to the map, you are in China, for example, and you walk a few meters to where the map indicates you are in Mongolia, little will have changed. These are transitional zones where their richness lies precisely in their mixture of languages, customs, religions, ethnicities, and facial features. In the Xinjiang Uyghur Autonomous Region, the Uyghur ethnic group is the majority in this region of northwest China, and they also inhabit border areas such as Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, and Uzbekistan. The Uyghurs are the sum of a rich and complex mix of Turkic, Persian, and Indo-European cultures. The Uyghurs are, fundamentally, a Turkic-speaking people, meaning that their language belongs to the same language family as Turkish. They share a common ancestor with the Turks who migrated to Western Asia. The ancestors of the Uyghurs established a powerful empire, the Uyghur Khanate, in what is now Mongolia. After the fall of this empire, they migrated to the Tarim Basin, in present-day Xinjiang. However, it is perhaps the Persian influence that is most evident in their culture and in the modern Uyghur language. This influence is found in the names of people and, above all, in the names of places of Persian origin or with Persian influence in Xinjiang, as is the case with many historical oasis cities in the region, such as Kumul (Hami in Chinese). The border with Mongolia is located about 300 kilometers northwest of Kumul. It is important to note that the Uyghurs are predominantly Muslim, so you will not find Buddhist monks in most of the region; there is no significant Buddhist influence. Similarly, Mongolia is a deeply Buddhist country (Tibetan Buddhism), where you'll find little Muslim influence, only a few ethnic minorities like the Kazakhs. But it's in these border areas where you can find nomadic Buddhists or Buddhist monks. This mix is visible in people's faces and perhaps even more so in something common to Uyghurs and Mongolians: the presence of yurts. Very common among the nomadic Uyghurs, these dwellings vary slightly in Mongolia, not so much in their construction but in their name. They aren't called yurts, but rather "gers," a Latinization of the Mongolian word. And another thing they have in common is that you still see children playing football. Perhaps the bond uniting humanity isn't religion, political ideas, art, or culture. Perhaps the most widespread bond among humans is... football. Marx, in a context that must be understood, coined the phrase that "religion is the opium of the people." You may agree or disagree with this idea or with his ideas, but you must understand the context in which Marx wrote his ideological theses and his phrase... it was a context where football didn't exist. Perhaps, if Marx were alive today, he would change the content of his phrase and instead of saying that "religion is the opium of the people," he would change it to... "football is the opium of the people."
PS: Image edited exclusively in "blue and garnet" (FC Barcelona) and players in red kits, like the Reds at Anfield (Liverpool), my two "opiates" teams from my childhood.
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Dalantule, Xinjiang Uygur Zizhiqu, China. Border with Mongolia. March 2022
Abstract of an Aloe plant by focusing on its shadow instead of its leaves. It is lit by 4 precisely positioned halogen bulbs, equally separated. I heard it is also called sometime a kitchen light fixture, but hey, that doesn't sound as cool... I really like the repetition and the pattern created by the different amount of shadows intersecting simultaneously ( 4,3,2,1 in order)
The Monostor Fortress - the largest modern fortress in Central Europe - was built between 1850 and 1871. A UNESCO World Heritage Site, the neoclassical military monument is a fascinating sight with its huge walls of precisely hewn stone, the 3-4 metre thick earthen ramparts covering the defences and its network of underground passages (kazamata) several kilometres long.
Its monumental dimensions are evidenced by the following figures: The fortress covers 25 hectares, the total area including the firing ranges is 70 hectares, the floor area of the buildings is 25 680 m2 and the number of rooms is 640.
After the fortress was built, it served generations of soldiers of the Hungarian Defence Forces. Its tasks included the defence of the central fortress (North - Komárom) and the control of shipping on the Danube. It was never used in combat and served mainly as a training centre and weapons depot. During the First World War it was used as a conscription and training centre. During the Second World War, the 22nd Infantry Regiment had its headquarters at Fort Monostor, and the soldiers of the 1st and 2nd Infantry Regiments were stationed there. After the Second World War.
Between 1945 and 1990, the Red Army's Army Group South set up the largest ammunition depot in Central Europe in the fort. With their withdrawal, the military function of the fortress ended forever.
Today the fort is a popular destination with a military history exhibition, Cold War vehicles, a bread museum, a boat exhibition and numerous events.
It’s hard to define precisely in words what we see. Sometimes nothing we say can match what our eyes capture when we first see an object or a scene. This photo for me describes very well an emotion of beauty. As cold as the day is the beauty is raw and it draws me in so much so where I can feel cold just viewing the capture. Thanks for viewing my work. Go sit by a fireplace and warm up. Stay safe and be kind,
Normally you see a church only from the outside.
But I have shown you the church from the inside first.
"San Margherita di Antiochia" (1318), the church of Vernazza directlly located right on the harbor.
Over the years and centuries wind and weather have attacked the colors of the facades.
Nevertheless or precisely for this reason Vernazza is so beautiful.
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The 046 Д Lysychansk - Uzhhorod train, consisting of 15 cars, has already been on its way for 28 hours and will shortly reach the 42nd scheduled stop Lawotschne with a total of 48 stops. The starting point is in Eastern Ukraine - more precisely in the Luhansk oblast - not far from the front. On the picture the train is located on the Carpathian pass line Lviv-Stryj-Tchop and is at an altitude of 650 m.
Bereits seit 28 Stunden ist der aus 15 Wagen bestehende Zug 046 Д Lyssytschansk - Uschhorod unterwegs und erreicht in Kürze den 42en planmäßigen Halt Lawotschne von insgesamt 48 Halten. Der Startpunkt liegt in der Ostukraine - genauer gesagt im Oblast Luhansk - unweit der dortigen Front. Auf dem Bild befindet sich der Zug gerade auf der Karpatenpassstrecke Lwiw–Stryj–Tschop und befindet sich hier auf ca. 650 m Höhe.
1936 Delage D6-70 Milord Cabriolet (3 position Drop Head Coupe') by Figoni et Falaschi.
After merging with Delahaye in 1935, Louis Delage, with access to the Delahaye bank of parts, set about precisely preparing his new model, the D6-70. He started with modifying the Delahaye 135 engine by decreasing it to 2,729 cc. This gave the engine a shorter stroke, which when combined with a revised cylinder head, provided the new Delage’s engine with much more gusto than its sister Delahaye 135.
Most of the D6-70s were equipped with the optional Cotal electromagnetic gearbox, a quasi automatic transmission with four speeds plus reverse. In a time when most car transmissions were borrowed from trucks and shifted as such, the silky-smooth Cotal was lightyears ahead of its time.
Chassis number 50607, presented here, was the first cabriolet out of a small batch of Delage D6s bodied by Figoni et Falaschi in 1936. The design is sheer elegance in any of its three different configurations: with the top up, top down in cabriolet dress, and then with the “Milord,” or half-cabriolet appointment (rolling back the front of the top), which gives this example a touch of class made famous by the French school of the 1930s. Figoni et Falaschi are said to have been particularly proud of their work and believed to have displayed this car on their stand at the 1936 Salon de Paris.
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These flowers are popularly but erroneously known as Amaryllis, a monotypic African genus in the same family....
The Hippeastrum (Amaryllis) has very prominent attractions, for bees.
The name Hippeastrum, given to it by William Herbert, means "Knight's-star-lily", although precisely what Herbert meant by the name is not certain.
For many years there was confusion among botanists over the generic names Amaryllis and Hippeastrum, one result of which is that the common name "amaryllis" is mainly used for cultivars of this genus, often sold as indoor flowering bulbs particularly at Christmas in the northern hemisphere.
By contrast the generic name Amaryllis applies to bulbs from South Africa, usually grown outdoors. The flowers not quite as showy and a tad smaller!
The genus is native to tropical and subtropical regions of the Americas from Argentina north to Mexico and the Caribbean.
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La primera excursió per "caçar" aurores del 2025 (la tercera en total per a mí) fou llarga i gairebé fallida. Però al final la aurora va recompensar l'esforç.
Tot i que entorn la posta de sol (a quarts de dues de la tarda!) el cel semblava parcialment serè, aviat es va anar tapant completament tot al entorn de Tromsø. Per això el nostre guia Vidar ens va recollir a quarts de 6 per a fer molts quilometres en una excursió nocturna i gelada per les carreteres norueges. La primera parada fou més d'una hora després, en una benzinera de Nordkjosbotn.
Allà va recollir informació per al seguent tram de la ruta, en busca d'una zona sense nuvols. Ens dirigirem vers el nord-est, cap al interior, buscant posar muntanyes (els Alps de Lyngen) entre nosaltres i les nuvolades que venien de l'oceà. Després d'una parada a Hatteng per a posar-nos més capes de roba per al fred intens, ens endinsarem a la vall de Skibotn, famosa precisament pels seus cels clars. Varem parar entorn Bulldosarveien i Lulledalen, però res. Teniem estrelles i el cel serè, però encara no es veien aurores. Varem fer un darrer tram (ja a més de 2 hores / 150 km. de distancia de Tromsø), com a darrera oportunitat, fins un punt molt proxim a la frontera amb Finlandia. I allà, per fi, es veia la aurora!
Molt fina al començament, lentament es va anar animant moderadament. L'entorn era ple bosc sub-artic de Laponia, prop del llac Gálggojávri. Allà varem fer una petita foguera per escalfar-nos i menjar sopa calenta.
Imatges d'un petit però concentrat viatge per Tromsø i el seu entorn gelat, el novembre de 2025.
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The first aurora "hunting" excursion of 2025 (the third in total for me) was long and almost a failure. But in the end the aurora rewarded the effort.
Although around sunset (at 1:30 pm!) the sky seemed partially serene, it soon completely covered all around Tromsø. That's why our guide Vidar picked us up at 5:30 pm to do many kilometers on a night and icy excursion along the Norwegian roads. The first stop was more than an hour later, at a gas station in Nordkjosbotn.
There he collected information for the next section of the route, in search of a cloudless area. We will head northeast, inland, looking for mountains (the Lyngen Alps) between us and the clouds coming from the ocean. After a stop in Hatteng to put on more layers of clothing for the intense cold, we entered the Skibotn valley, famous precisely for its clear skies. We stopped around Bulldosarveien and Lulledalen, but nothing. We had stars and the sky was clear, but still no auroras were visible. We did one last stretch (already more than 2 hours / 150 km. away from Tromsø), as a last chance. When we finally stopped a short distance from the Finland border, we finally saw the Northern Lights!
Modest at first, they slowly gained momentum. We where in the middle of the Lappland forest, by the lake Gálggojávri. There we lit a little campfire to eat some hot soup.
Images of a short but intense trip to Tromsø and it's frozen surroundings, in november 2025.
One of the chief obstacles to this perfection of selfless charity, is the selfish anxiety to get the most out of everything, to be a brilliant success in our own eyes and in the eyes of other men. We can only get rid of this anxiety by being content to miss something in almost everything we do. We cannot master everything, taste everything, understand everything, drain every experience to its last dregs. But if we have the courage to let almost everything else go, we will probably be able to retain the one thing necessary for us -whatever it may be. If we are too eager to have everything, we will almost certainly miss even the one thing we need.
Happiness consists in finding out precisely what the ‘one thing necessary’ may be, in our lives, and in gladly relinquishing all the rest. For then, by a divine paradox, we find that everything else is given us together with the one thing we needed.
-Thomas Merton, No Man is an Island
Made my annual pilgrimage to see the Northern Metalmarks in the Maryland mountains.
This small and seemingly unremarkable butterfly is classified as threatened and rare with a state ranking of S2 and declining.
A strict habitat and host plant specialist, the Northern Metalmark flies in the unforgiving shale barrens and limestone outcrops where one would normally not look for a butterfly.
Finding a Metalmark is like finding a gemstone amid the crumbling rubble of the shale slopes. The beauty of this diminutive butterfly is hidden in the details of its delicate metallic bands that sparkle in the sun and look especially gorgeous when viewed thru good binoculars. This butterfly has beautiful emerald colored eyes that stand out against the chocolate brown open wings and harmonize perfectly with the bright orange on the underside of its wings. (see next two shots)
This butterfly has a very short life of only about two weeks. Adults love to nectar on yellow composites, especially the Woodland Sunflower (Helianthus divaricatus) that grows on shale barrens and blooms precisely during the short adult life of this precious butterfly.
The larval host plant is the Roundleaf Ragwort (Packera obovata). Females lay their eggs on the underside of the leaves. The caterpillars hatch in August and begin to feed on the leaves. Half-grown they burrow into the soil around the leaf rosette where they sleep until spring. When they emerge next June they crawl back to the host plant and begin to feed again. By month's end they form a chrysalis on the soil around the ragwort. Winged adults emerge in late June and begin to adorn their nectar plants as in this photo.
This is the only Metalmark (Riodinidae) species in Maryland.
Despite the presence of yellow and black designs, which at first glance resemble a wasp, this animal is a bee and more precisely a Megachile of the genus Anthidium.
The Megachiles are called solitary bees, since they do not live in swarms with a queen who ensures the reproduction of the swarm; each female Megachile reproduces individually, and to do this, digs a burrow which she lines with cut leaves and where she will lay her eggs.
Malgré la présence de dessins jaune et noir, qui font penser de prime abord à une guêpe, cet animal est une abeille et plus précisément une Mégachile de genre Anthidium.
Les Mégachile sont appelées abeilles solitaires, vu qu’elles ne vivent pas en essaim avec une reine qui assure la reproduction de l’essaim ; chaque femelle Mégachile assure individuellement sa reproduction, et pour ce faire, creuse un terrier qu’elle tapisse avec des feuilles découpées et où elle déposera ses œufs.
At 80 meters long and only 1.50 meters wide, it is considered one of the longest suspension bridges in Galicia.
A peculiar metal structure that is suspended over the waters of the Ulla River and that connects the provinces of A Coruña and Pontevedra, by uniting the municipalities of Teo and A Estrada respectively.
Erected in 1964 under the direction of engineer José Darque, it was rehabilitated in 2012 by the Xunta de Galicia.
In fact, it is said that the construction of the bridge was motivated precisely to unite both fishing reserves.
A necessary work in a historical context in which the Dictator Franco enjoyed fishing in this area.
The Ardid Palace, in the "Calle Mayor", is a 16th century building that follows the typology of Aragonese palaces.
This century can be considered as the Golden Age of Alcañiz. A true reflection of this is precisely the large number of palatial houses that were built.
At present it has undergone a deep restoration and is home to the Municipal Library and Archive.
El Palacio Ardid, en la Calle Mayor, es un edificio del siglo XVI que sigue la tipología de los palacios aragoneses.
Este siglo puede ser considerado como el Siglo de Oro de Alcañiz. Fiel reflejo de esto es, precisamente, el gran número de casas palaciegas que se construyeron.
En la actualidad ha sufrido una profunda restauración y es sede de la Biblioteca y Archivo Municipal.
Comarca del Bajo Aragón
Alcañiz (Teruel/ Comunidad autónoma de Aragón/ Spain).
Seen on C Level Cirque Trail, Alberta, Canada
Elevation gain: 455 m (1,500 ft)
Maximum elevation: 1920 m (6,300 ft)
Cirque is a French word, used by geologists to describe a semicircular, bowl-shaped depression created by an alpine glacier. C Level Cirque is a miniature example of the phenomenon.
I can't remember who said this "Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of daily life into a golden haze". It precisely reflects how I felt at the moment of photo shooting this view.
"In this moment, you are precisely as you should be. In this moment, there is infinite possibility."
The inner self is precisely that self which cannot be tricked or manipulated by anyone, even by the devil. He is like a very shy wild animal that never appears at all whenever an alien presence is at hand, and comes out only when all is perfectly peaceful,12 in silence, when he is untroubled and alone. He cannot be lured by anyone or anything, because he responds to no lure except that of the divine freedom.
-The Inner Experience Notes on Contemplation THOMAS MERTON
The tawny fish owl is a species of owl. It used to be placed in Ketupa with the other fish owls, but that group is tentatively included with the eagle-owls in Bubo, until the affiliations of the fish owls and fishing owls can be resolved more precisely. It is clear from several shared characteristics that the more typical Bubo and fish owls are indeed related, including the structure of the talons, prominent ear tufts and plumage characteristics, unlike the superficially dissimilar fishing owls of Africa
“Humility consists in being precisely the person you actually are before God...humility brings with it a deep refinement of spirit, a peacefulness, a tact, and a common sense without which there is no sane morality. How do you expect to arrive at the end of your own journey if you take the road to another man’s city? Heroic humility is to be yourself and to be nobody but the man, or the artist, that God intended you to be.”
-Thomas Merton from New Seeds of Contemplation
The city of Petra, capital of the Nabataean Arabs, is one of the most famous archaeological sites in the world.
t is not known precisely when Petra was built, but the city began to prosper as the capital of the Nabataean Empire from the 1st century BC, which grew rich through trade in frankincense, myrrh, and spices.
Petra was later annexed to the Roman Empire and continued to thrive until a large earthquake in 363 AD destroyed much of the city in the 4th century AD.
The earthquake combined with changes in trade routes, eventually led to the downfall of the city which was ultimately abandoned.
Petra is also known as the rose-red city, a name it gets from the wonderful colour of the rock from which many of the city’s structures were carved.
The Nabataeans buried their dead in intricate tombs that were cut out of the mountain sides and the city also had temples, a theater, and following the Roman annexation and later the Byzantine influence, a colonnaded street and churches.
In addition to the magnificent remains of the Nabataean city, human settlement and land use for over 10,000 years can be traced in Petra, where great natural, cultural, archaeological and geological features merge.
On December 6, 1985, Petra was designated a World Heritage Site.
My old phone, still switch on, decided today was the day it has it’s last hurrah. At 3:30am precisely the time it woke me last week it started the opening bars to Harry’s game accompanied by a low hum of a vibrate. A rude awakening, I fumbled about to shut it up. My eyes were open. My thoughts drifted to the bad news from yesterday, Toby was diagnosed with chronic kidney decease, back to square one and racking our brains on managing a dogs special diet. I was well awake now and of course by bladder kicked in and urgency soon got the better of me. Going to the toilet, I looked out the window and glimpsed an interesting sky, a sunrise with promise, maybe. Back to bed, my head swimming I decided to go with the flow and got up for an unexpected appointment with the coast and the sunrise. I made my way to the Leas and headed towards Man Haven cove only to find a bloke sitting on the shingle drinking a can of beer, at 4:15 in the morning his night was still not over. So I headed further along the cliffs and followed a downward path to the edge of a small rock face about 4 metres. High. Madness took over and I decide to climb down to the rocks below where I found my one and only composition and let the sea and sun do the the rest. The photographs I then captured I can only describe as sublime, whether they are beautiful or not I’ll let you decided. For me they are too in your face as it were, like a song you instantly like only to soon get sick of after hearing it a couple of times. However after a series of unforeseen events I’m happy I now own a two or three keepers, it can’t be all bad.
I consider myself a photographer, nothing more. If my photographs differ from that which is usually done in this field, it is precisely because I try to produce not art but honest photographs, without distortions or manipulations :-)
Tina Modotti
Truth Matters! Lies have consequences!
rose, 'Dream Come True', little theater rose garden, raleigh, north carolina
Ich liebe diese Naturholzglocke . Sie hat sogar einige Löcher im Holz und das ist gut so. Gerade an diesen Stellen unterscheidet sie sich von allen anderen und macht sie einzigartig.
I love this natural wood bell. It even has a few holes in the wood and that's a good thing. It is precisely in these areas that it differs from all others and makes it unique.
The tradition of the Fathers has never admitted the existence of a material world apart from a larger creation, from a spiritual universe. To speak more precisely, for them the world, a whole and a unity, is inseparably matter and spirit. What we call the material world is only the reflection of a reflection. . . . It is, as it were, the fringe of their garment: the waves of its light are like the scintillating robe with which the Creator has been pleased to adorn his invisible creation.
-Louis Bouyer, The Meaning of the Monastic Life (London: Burnes & Oates, 1955), 28.
To see a brown bear as it pursues its dinner of any variety is amazing. To see them in pursuit of a running salmon is especially thrilling due to the beauty and nature, as well as skill, of the catch. The big bear patiently waits on its target, lunges for it and often chases it down ... all the while racing through the river, water splashes erupting with its every move ... and then if lucky, it successfully secures the fish. At that point it usually shakes it around for some time and you can almost see the look of "oh no" in the salmon's eyes. It's all about the circle of life, right? However, the thrill doesn't stop there ... to see a brown bear tackle the task of filleting the salmon, precisely and efficiently, as it goes after prized sections first, it quite amazing as well. I think that most fishermen can learn a thing or two about their technique. As many of you know already, I LOVE bears!
Sorry for my absence recently. I have a good reason ... trust me. I'll share it on tomorrow's post. :-)
Thanks for stopping by to view and appreciate any comments that you might wish to share.
© 2019. Debbie Tubridy Photography / TNWA Photography
Another Monday morning at precisely 7:05 AM. Looking down Market Street with the Ferry Building announcing the time to the world. I thought I was pretty brave standing in the middle of one of the City's busiest streets to get this picture. I'm just glad that 7:05 AM wasn't the final toll for me.
San Francisco CA
Once Upon a Time There Was an Ocean - Paul Simon
Érase una vez un océano, pero ahora es una cordillera. Algo imparable se puso en marcha. Nada es diferente, pero todo ha cambiado. Es un trabajo sin futuro y te cansas de estar sentado. Es como el hábito de la nicotina, siempre estás pensando en dejarlo y yo pienso en dejarlo... todos los días de la semana.
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One of the great mysteries of science and for scientists has been the behavior of migratory animals when they navigate the open sea, where there are no visual reference points. And the greatest mystery has always been the ability of turtles to travel thousands of kilometers and mysteriously return to the beach where they were born. Turtles have feeding grounds and breeding grounds separated by great distances of several thousand kilometers. Sea turtles are possibly one of the living beings with the greatest capacity for navigation and orientation. A few years ago, science rendered its verdict on this astonishing ability. Turtles are able to detect the lines of the Earth's magnetic field and use it as a "map" to navigate and travel within it, covering enormous distances. This allows them to return, many years later when they reach maturity, to the same beaches where they were born to lay their eggs and give birth to a new generation of baby turtles (on average, it usually takes 20 years to reach this level of development). When they are born, the young turtles memorize the data (or pattern) of the magnetic field of their home beach and store it in their brain, in their memorie. This data they will later use to return across the open ocean. They detect the intensity, inclination, magnetic declination, and other parameters of the magnetic field of the place where they were born, and as they grow, the young turtles learn to distinguish the magnetic field and the different parameters and variations this magnetic field has in the places they encounter along their journey. This allows them to compile a "magnetic map" in their brains that allows them to navigate between specific feeding and nesting areas by reading and using the detected magnetic field lines. This way, they always know their position, longitude, and latitude. To put it more simply, they have and use a map, just like you and I, except it's a magnetic map, through which they travel, or if you prefer, they have built into their brains, something like a compass or GPS to navigate thousands of kilometers. At the end of the last century, a colony of turtles that departed from the beaches of Japan began to be monitored. Approximately two decades later, when they had reached sexual maturity, they returned to the beach where they were born, traveling a great distance, almost 15,000 kilometers. However, migratory movements and the distance traveled are currently being studied in a population of turtles that departed Papua New Guinea heading for North America. (I imagine monitored by satellite.) These turtles have reached sexual maturity and are returning to their native beaches. It is believed that these sea turtles, once they reach their place of origin, will have made a journey of almost 20,000 kilometers. While scientists worked for centuries to invent instruments for maritime navigation, sea turtles moved away from the coasts and into the mysterious oceans unknown to humans, deciding at every moment where they wanted to go. While navigators and sailors clung to the coast, never straying far from land so as not to get lost and be able to return home, sea turtles, thousands of miles away, decided when to change course and return with extreme ease... to the place where they were born.
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¿De nuevo en casa?
Noooooo... nunca volveré a casa.
¿Piensas en casa de nuevo?
¡Nunca pienso en casa!
Pero entonces llega una carta de casa. La letra es frágil y extraña. Algo imparable se pone en movimiento. Nada es diferente, pero todo ha cambiado. La luz a través del vitral era cobalto y roja y los puños y cuellos deshilachados fueron remendados por halos de hilo dorado. El coro cantó: ""Érase una vez un océano"" y todos los viejos himnos y apellidos bajaron revoloteando como hojas de emoción...
Nada es diferente... pero todo ha cambiado...
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Legend has it that when the dinosaurs exercised their tyranny on Earth, the turtles decided to return to the oceans. But Nature made them pay a price. The eggs from which the next generations of turtles would hatch had to be buried on the beaches for incubation. The turtles had to return to land, even if only for a brief moment, to deposit the eggs as an offering to Nature so that the next generations of turtles would hatch on land, on the beaches, and then return to the ocean. The life of turtles is an odyssey. Throughout their lives, they must overcome many difficulties. When they are born on the beaches, many predators wait to feed on tiny turtles that measure only four centimeters and weigh 20 grams. Only 10% make it to the sea. But their odyssey continues for years, overcoming dangers. They also encounter many predators on their journeys across the sea. Only when they reach maturity and have a strong shell do they live safer and longer. But only one in every thousand turtles reaches maturity. Even with strong shells, they are attacked by sharks and orcas. The life of turtles is a constant struggle. There is no animal species that has such calmness, perseverance, constant, determination, and resilience. In nature, it is not the strong who survive, but those with the ability to adapt to circumstances, to ecosystem changes and fight. It is not the strongest who survive, but the most intelligent, constant and adaptable. The true masters of the oceans aren't the aggressive sharks and orcas. The true masters of the oceans are the intelligent octopus... and the persevering, sage and tenacious turtle.
Surviving Sea Turtles - National Geographic Wild
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The "Caretta caretta" is a large sea turtle and is the most common and widespread species of sea turtle on the coasts of Catalonia and the Mediterranean. It spends most of its time at or near the surface, making it very easy for fishermen to catch. This is why it is commonly known as the "loggerhead" (silly, foolish) turtle. I hope that one day someone will change the vulgar and stupid name used to describe one of the most intelligent species in the oceans and give it a more respectful name. One of the greatest dangers to turtles is precisely the fishing nets that fishermen carelessly abandon on the seabed, just like trawling nets. These nets become a death trap for the turtles.
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Open your mouth wide. The universal sigh. And while the ocean blooms it's what keeps me alive.
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"Turtle" is a song written by Thomas Newman for the soundtrack of the film "Cinderella Man." I don't know the meaning of the song or what it has to do with a film based on the life of a boxer. Only Newman knows that. But the explanation could be the following, although I'm not sure about it. "Cinderella Man" is a film based on the true story of a boxer, James J. Braddock, who received the nickname "Cinderella Man" for having the ability to win fights, even though he was never the favorite and was infinitely inferior to his rivals technically. Braddock was American but his roots were Irish (perhaps this is why the song "Turtle" has a musical base of Irish Celtic music). He retired from boxing due to frequent injuries to his right hand. Furthermore, when the Great Depression hit in 1929, he had to work for years as a stevedore in the port to earn money and support his family. Given his precarious financial situation, he decided to return to boxing, trying to use his left hand to box. Eventually, he was presented with the opportunity to challenge Max Baer, a very strong and technically gifted boxer, for the world title. Baer was a boastful, arrogant, and brutal boxer who boasted of having killed two boxers in the ring. Baer was infinitely superior to Braddock, both in strength and technique, as the betting odds indicated. In fact, Baer didn't even train or prepare for the fight. During the fight, Baer was all about foolishness and clowning around in the ring. He mocked his opponent, belittled him, and underestimated him, knowing he was better than Braddock and would beat him sooner or later. Braddock took heavy blows from Baer. He endured them with consistency and patience. He withstood all of Baer's heavy right hands as best he could. He never let his opponent knock him down. As the fight progressed, Baer grew exhausted and lost strength, ultimately losing the fight against Braddock "Cinderella Man.". Max Baer underestimated his opponent. He failed to realize that "no one is better than anyone else" and that overconfidence can lead to failure. He failed to see that arrogance, vanity, haughtiness, or feeling superior to others are bad traveling companions that are useless in learning to overcome oneself every day. They distance you from sacrifice and effort, from dignity and honesty, something that Braddock did possess. But having come this far, what does this story have to do with the song "Turtle" on the soundtrack? Perhaps the explanation lies in the fable of the tortoise and the hare, where the two challenge each other to a race. The cunning and confident hare, aware of its speed and the tortoise's slowness, feels far superior to it. The hare mocks the tortoise, belittles and undervalues it. Meanwhile, the tortoise walks at its slow but steady pace, aware of its limitations, never giving up even when everything is against it, and continuing to strive to the maximum and with perseverance. In contrast, the confident and swift hare decides to rest next to a tree and falls asleep. But when it wakes up, it's too late. The slow but steady tortoise, who hasn't given up, reaches the finish line and wins the race. The fable invites us to reflect on the fact that it's not good to belittle or mock anyone. That "no one, absolutely no one, is better than anyone else." That overconfidence, vanity, arrogance, and hubris are bad traveling companions. Fables, nature, our own lives, always find a way and a time to show us that we're not the best, that we're not as strong or as smart as we thought. Life, sooner or later, eventually finds a way to teach us a lesson, learning from that lesson depends solely and exclusively... on you.
PS: I know. I don't like boxing either. I don't approve of it, and I don't find it exemplary. But even in a boxing movie, you can find something that will help you in your life. Even if it's just a song. Anyway in English, the word "turtle" is used for sea turtles and "tortoise" for land turtles. Conclusion... I don't know why Newman composed a song called "Turtle" for the Cinderella Man soundtrack. But it's a song I really like, and I was looking for an excuse to include it in this photo. And I also wanted to remember the other turtles... the land turtles. And I couldn't find a land turtle song I liked.Only Newman knows why he titled it... "Turtle."
PS: In Celtic culture, turtles have a multifaceted symbolism: they symbolize longevity, endurance, protection, security, stability, perseverance, experience, and wisdom. Braddock had Irish roots. An Irish person is considered a person of Celtic descent. And perhaps this is why Newman titled his song "Turtle." But only Thomas Newman knows that.
PS: "No one is better than anyone else". But you believed... that you would win...
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¿Y cuándo cobraré mi billete de lotería y enterraré mi pasado con mis cargas y mis conflictos? Quiero sacudir cada rama del Jardín del Edén y convertir a cada amante... en el amor de mi vida.
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Le grand bleu (Pat)
2nd Movement of the Odyssey... (of the Turtles) - Incubus
4th Movement of the Odyssey... (of the Turtles) - Incubus
PS: Supongo que una vez... fui un océano...
The carnival (rather, the many carnivals) in Galicia has its own rituals and calendars, whose origins date back, in some cases, to time immemorial, long before even Roman domination. Some authors speak of Celtic origins or Druidic rituals in many of the Galician carnivals, but the truth is that they have been celebrated "forever".
Banned during the Franco regime due to the "public disorders" that it involved, the carnival in Galicia never stopped being celebrated, having maintained its own cultural tradition that is transmitted from generation to generation. Carnival is the party of excess, provocation and mockery, as in many other carnivals in various parts of the world, but in Galicia it is also a party full of color, traditional costumes and masks and, of course, deeply linked to the gastronomy.
Known in Galician as entroido or antroido (depending on the area), each town and village has its specific variants of the carnival. Of the hundreds of different carnivals that are celebrated in Galicia, eight of them have been declared as festivals of international tourist interest, precisely the most colorful and deeply rooted in the Galician cultural tradition.
Safranbolu is a town and district of Karabük Province in the Black Sea region of Turkey. It is about 200 kilometres (120 mi) north of Ankara and about 100 km south of the Black Sea coast, or more precisely about 9 km north of the city of Karabük.
The Old Town preserves many old buildings, with 1008 registered historical artifacts. These are: 1 private museum, 25 mosques, 5 tombs, 8 historical fountains, 5 Turkish baths, 3 caravanserais, 1 historical clock tower, 1 sundial and hundreds of houses and mansions. Safranbolu was added to the list of UNESCO World Heritage sites in 1994 due to its well-preserved Ottoman era houses and architecture.
The building on the left side is Kazdağlı Mosque which was built in 1778.
Or more precisely on the ceiling in one of the many gloriously decorated rooms of the Vatican Museums in Rome.
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The Monostor Fortress - the largest modern fortress in Central Europe - was built between 1850 and 1871. A UNESCO World Heritage Site, the neoclassical military monument is a fascinating sight with its huge walls of precisely hewn stone, the 3-4 metre thick earthen ramparts covering the defences and its network of underground passages (kazamata) several kilometres long.
Its monumental dimensions are evidenced by the following figures: The fortress covers 25 hectares, the total area including the firing ranges is 70 hectares, the floor area of the buildings is 25 680 m2 and the number of rooms is 640.
After the fortress was built, it served generations of soldiers of the Hungarian Defence Forces. Its tasks included the defence of the central fortress (North - Komárom) and the control of shipping on the Danube. It was never used in combat and served mainly as a training centre and weapons depot. During the First World War it was used as a conscription and training centre. During the Second World War, the 22nd Infantry Regiment had its headquarters at Fort Monostor, and the soldiers of the 1st and 2nd Infantry Regiments were stationed there. After the Second World War.
Between 1945 and 1990, the Red Army's Army Group South set up the largest ammunition depot in Central Europe in the fort. With their withdrawal, the military function of the fortress ended forever.
Today the fort is a popular destination with a military history exhibition, Cold War vehicles, a bread museum, a boat exhibition and numerous events.
I had never seen such marvellous peonies and my friend Fernanda had them , so I asked her if I could take pictures, and I think the colors have come out precisely natural, these flowers were simply fantastic and so big ! They had exactly the same light and color as some Flemish paintings , that Flemish look, as I call it !
The architects Kollhoff and Timmermann must have thought “Everything different” when they looked at today's Alexanderplatz. In 1993, those architects drew up a master plan for precisely this place. Politics delayed this great opportunity. We know what happens when politics interfere in projects. Is that art? Or can it finally go away? Meanwhile I heard it was about art.
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Borgo a Mozzano (Toscana).
Ponte della Maddalena, detto “Ponte del Diavolo”, perché, secondo la leggenda, fu il diavolo in persona a costruire quel ponte sul fiume Serchio che in precedenza era crollato più volte. In cambio, il diavolo avrebbe preso l'anima della prima persona che avesse attraversato il ponte e, proprio per questo motivo, quella prima traversata venne fatta compiere da un cagnolino...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oaWQnK65VIw
Borgo a Mozzano (Tuscany).
Ponte della Maddalena, known as the "Devil's Bridge", because, according to legend, it was the devil himself who built that bridge over the Serchio river which had previously collapsed several times. In exchange, the devil would have taken the soul of the first person who had crossed the bridge and, precisely for this reason, that first crossing was made by a small dog...
"All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt."
- Susan Sontag
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Bonus points if you can identify precisely what setup this depicts.
HINT 1: It's a stereo TRS plug.
Hint 2: the purple cable goes to a JBL studio monitor.
Hint 3: The box that the plug goes into is a special shade of 'red'.
Answer: These are the 'out' cables to my Scarlett 2i2 usb computer interface. The Scarlett converts the 'analog' signal from my acoustic guitar to digital for my computer. It has outputs to my monitors so I can real-time hear (or later play back) what I record. HMM
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The image was shot as a square using the 1:1 aspect ratio of the camera, the daisy was positioned with its centre precisely in the centre of the square, then the snail was placed onto the flower.
For Macro Mondays theme 'Squaring the Circle'.
No snails were harmed in the making of this photograph.
"You do not need to know precisely what is happening, or exactly where it is all going. What you need is to recognize the possibilities and challenges offered by the present moment, and to embrace them with courage, faith and hope."
— Thomas Merton
I think there should be a saying like "He has the patience of a crab spider." They just sit there, totally still, waiting for a random flying insect that's not too big to land in precisely the right spot. This was the first time I recall ever seeing one in a butterfly-weed. Photographed in the Holland Sand Prairie State Natural Area near Holmen, Wisconsin.
The day was new
With crisp fresh air
And tears on the brush
From the morning dew
Finding you is easy
For in every direction I turn, you are there
Yet I stand here waiting
For your gradual and certain change to appear
Your touch is so gracious
Painting my world with such beautiful hues
Every color chose precisely to portray your beauty and elegance
Just how I dreamt of you
I am fascinated by the complexity and beauty of flies generally, though I am definitely wary of Horse Flies. They look rather dull and brown, but up close they are quite impressive. Though they don't move really quickly they are stealthy, so this was me trying to train the macro lens on one whilst it tried to bite through my trousers. Honestly... you don't want to know precisely whereabouts it was. Despite the appearance in macro, the material is actually quite thin.
Upper Falls, Vermont
The bridge was built in 1840 by James Tasker of Claremont, New Hampshire. It is distinctive among Vermont's many surviving covered bridges for the Greek Revival elements of its gables, and for the remarkably good condition of the surviving stone abutment, which has precisely laid stonework. At the time of its National Register listing in 1973 it was not in very good condition; it underwent a complete reconstruction in 2008.
When I saw this topic on the list, I instantly knew what I wanted to photograph. Or, perhaps more precisely, who. After all, the Wild Birds Unlimited store I frequent has a shop cat named Frankie. How could I not bring along my camera one day and take photos of him?
All the photos in the comments are clickable (I made sure this time).
#77 Shop or Store
112 pictures in 2012
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USAF personnel moving bombs as part of a loading competition. In the background is the Boeing (Rockwell) B-1B Lancer jet bomber her team is working on. Despite participating in this timed competition, the service personnel followed protocol very precisely without undue hurry. Very reassuring!
The more precisely a photographer knows what it is he wishes to do, the better the chances are that he will do it :-)
Andreas Feininger
HBW!! Climate Change Matters! Resist the Despicable Orange Cockroach and his Cabinet of Stooges and Buffoons!!
Gatsby Pink oakleaf hydrangea, 'JoAnn', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina