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Every day is a GIFT,
that's why it's called the PRESENT.
(Anonymus)
7 Days with Flickr - Thursday: black & white or sepia
(photo by Freya)
In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present.
~ Francis Bacon
Happy Fenced Friday and a safe weekend ahead to all.
Obrigada Renata e Ciça pelo carinho, o calendário é uma graça, fofo pakka, assim como imagino que seja tudo na loja de vocês!
© Jeff R. Clow
From a recent photo tour adventure in Moab, Utah and the Professor Valley....a place that is equal parts present...and past.
Processing with Photoshop CS6 and an artistic twist with Topaz Impressions...
Venus and the Three Graces Presenting Gifts to a Young Woman, also known as Giovanna degli Albizzi Receiving a Gift of Flowers from Venus, is a fresco painting by the Italian Renaissance painter Sandro Botticelli of circa 1483–1486. The painting and its companion piece, A Young Man Being Introduced to the Seven Liberal Arts, originally decorated the walls of Villa Lemmi, a country villa near Florence owned by Giovanni Tornabuoni, uncle of Lorenzo de' Medici and head of the Roman branch of the Medici Bank. They were probably commissioned for the wedding in 1486 of Giovanni's son Lorenzo to Giovanna of the Albizzi family, and are therefore thought to depict the two.
Venus and the Three Graces Presenting Gifts to a Young Woman shows a young woman, probably Giovanna Tornabuoni, being received by Venus and the three Graces. Giovanna holds open a white cloth, into which Venus is laying roses symbolizing beauty and love.
Both paintings were discovered at Villa Lemmi in 1873 under a coat of whitewash and removed from the wall and transferred to a canvas support. They are now in the Musée du Louvre, Paris.
Well its Friday, so a good time to post last weekends adventure. Last week a storm dropped massive amounts of snow on Southern Germany. While the main line rail system was paralzyed in Bavaria, a bit further north things were more moderate and even some museum services were running. Late the night before I realized that the forecast for a perfect winter photography was coming together. The next day promised crystal clear skies and two easily accesible steam lines out of Amstetten, Baden Württemberg would be running. So alarm set for 4 AM and hope that the ICE to Stuttgart would actually run. Indeed it did and I was on my way south and arrived in Amstetten shortly before the days activities should start. Unfortunately, things immediately started going wrong. The standard gauge Amstetten to Gerstetten line would not be running as the switches and crossings were iced in and it was decided not to be safe. At the 1000mm Alb-Bähnle line the diesel locomotive sent to patrol the line in the morning was having problems and the passenger train couldnt leave until it returned to Amstetten. After an hour of delay, more bad news, the diesel was stuck in the snow and the steam locomotive would have to be sent to rescue it. This took nearly three hours and by the time the first train left it was 12:40 meaning that at best we would have 2 instead of the planned 5 services in daylight. Thankfully with the perfect weather even two trains were well worth the trip. Here the second and ultimately final trip of the day storms the steeply graded segment on the approach to the end of the line in Oppingen.
This was also my first outing with my Black Friday gift to myself, a new Sony A7 IV. My Canon 6D was on its last legs and it was time for a change. Many new things to get used to but so far quite impressed with the results.
The gatekeepers cottage Arding NSW
This quaint little cottage is a relic from a way of life that has long been forgotten. Located on the Barleyfields Road railway crossing at Arding on the New England Tablelands, it was once home to the crossing's gatekeeper and his family. The gatekeeper was responsible for the operation of the crossing's timber gates. Whenever a train was scheduled to pass through the crossing, he would close the gates across the road, stopping all traffic.
Luck was with me with a train passing while I was there.
We proudly present the iconic Chloe Outfit at this round of Tres Chic!
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The present Woolley Hall is an example of early Jacobean architecture and was built 1635 and was renovated around 1800 by architect Sir Jeffrey Wyatville, who was employed by George IV to remodel Windor Castle, which earned him a knighthood. Wyattville specialised in period restorations and additions to historic mansions which included, amongst many others Chatsworth House and Longleat House.
Woolley Hall was eventually sold by the Wentworth family in 1947 and acquired by the local authority. In 1952 it began a new life as a residential college and today this 17th Century house and surrounding 20 acres of grounds is under the ownership of Wakefield Council.
L’architetto Paolo Portoghesi ha presentato al pubblico un’opera pittorica donata al Comune di Montefalco da Luigi Frappi, uno degli ultimi paesaggisti di valore viventi. Pochi se ne sono accorti, sebbene l’evento si collocasse in seno alla Settimana Enologica e coincidesse con un incontro di studio sul paesaggio, puntualmente disertato da imprenditori edili, architetti, geometri e amministratori locali, ma non da Lamberto Bottini, diligente assessore all’Ambiente e allo Sviluppo Sostenibile della Regione Umbria. Il degrado del territorio è un problema che coinvolge drammaticamente l’intero Paese. Per quanto riguarda la nostra regione mi hanno lasciato perplesso le benevole parole di Berlusconi pronunciate tra le selve di Melezzole, anche se queste hanno avuto il merito di promuovere attraverso i media la natura dell'Umbria, in particolare quella delle sue zone ancora incontaminate. In verità la situazione più a valle, dove briga la lobby del mattone, non è incoraggiante. Il territorio è qualcosa di diverso dalla semplice addizione di tutte le componenti visibili, ed esige un’accurata sottigliezza interpretativa per rivelare la sua vera dimensione. A Montefalco, Portoghesi ha riflettuto a lungo intorno alla necessità di comprendere le ragioni del paesaggio, prendendo spunto da un’antinomia dei valori mutuata dall’opera di Heidegger, secondo il quale l’epoca del Pensiero Meditante ha lasciato il posto a quella del Pensiero Calcolante. L’uomo del nostro tempo fugge davanti al Pensiero Meditante, che richiede uno sforzo particolare e come tale non può considerarsi immediato, né in grado di confrontarsi adeguatamente con le urgenze che la nostra epoca presenta. Così l’umanità, in balìa del Pensiero Calcolante, si mostra impreparata a comprendere il radicale mutamento del mondo che avviene sotto i nostri occhi. Uno dei criteri per misurare l’evoluzione raggiunta dalla civiltà è rappresentato, appunto, dall’indagine sulla qualità dell’architettura e sulle scelte urbanistiche adottate, che devono confrontarsi con il rispetto del paesaggio culturale; la sua manomissione si risolve, infatti, in una perdita d’identità e di memoria. La pittura di Frappi – e in particolare l’opera donata a Montefalco - riflette l’identità simbolica e culturale della regione. L’artista, nel proporci la sua Umbria, denuncia lo stravolgimento e il degrado di vedute millenarie ormai prive di sensibilità estetica e fisionomica, sempre meno capaci di far scattare la scintilla dell’attrazione e dunque dell’amore e del rispetto, ma anche della domanda turistica: la sola, in definitiva, ad aumentare il reddito delle popolazioni locali in modo diffuso e durevole. Chi si affaccia oggi dalla Ringhiera dell’Umbria fatica a individuare Trevi, Spello, Assisi, Bevagna, Campello e Cannara. La città di Foligno si è trasformata in un abitato incoerente, con la sua periferia caotica e accerchiante, senza identità alcuna. Nessuno pretende certo di tornare ai tempi in cui la Valle Umbra era quella affrescata dal Gozzoli nel celebre dipinto in cui Francesco parla agli uccelli; ma vale la pena chiedersi cosa rimarrà di questi luoghi tra venti o trent’anni, se non saremo in grado di darci strumenti normativi capaci di preservarci dall’arido dispotismo del Pensiero Calcolante – sempre a breve termine - e dalle operazioni di contabilità della distruzione. La sensazione che si avverte è quella di un generale spaesamento: di una perdita di luogo. Gli umbri - cui non è toccata in sorte la linea piatta del mare, né il profilo dissolto della Padania - non possono rinunciare ai capisaldi, ben piantati nello spazio simbolico delle loro valli. Hanno bisogno di ancorarsi a punti costantemente stabiliti, che gli appartengono dalla nascita, anzi, dal concepimento. Tutto questo sta scritto nell’opera geofilosofica di Frappi, rivelatrice del tormento creativo dell’artista, e insieme del disagio dell’uomo, che si sforza di riconoscere l’orientamento estetico dello spazio in cui vive e di coglierne l’espressività simbolica. Come Berlusconi, Frappi preferisce vedere le cose a modo suo: ignora volutamente la crisi dell’agricoltura tipica, l’aumento del traffico, la devastazione del verde, gli insediamenti sparsi. Evidentemente l’artista, che vive secondo una tentazione del bello, nutre antipatia per una certa umanità: quella che mal si concilia con lo spirito delle proprie opere, con la sua sensibilità al paesaggio. E così, a modo suo, Frappi compie una ridefinizione critica dell’identità culturale. Ma Berlusconi non è Frappi, e l’Umbria non è Arcore. Al Presidente del Consiglio, mancato ragazzo della Via Gluck, non sarà sfuggito, dal rifugio di Melezzole, che l’ubriacatura edilizia scardina – in Umbria forse più che altrove - il senso dei luoghi. Non sarà neanche sfuggito che il territorio è tempo lungo, sedimento, decantazione incompatibile con il mutamento repentino, senso comunitario, avvedutezza, pietas, adesione al genius loci; mentre le operazioni immobiliari - apprezzate dalla destra, ma non disdegnate a sinistra - stanno imponendo accelerazioni acriticamente asservite a un solo scopo: svuotare i paesi e a spargere abitati su quelle stesse valli che Frappi si ostina a dipingere e che il Pensiero Calcolante si compiace di distruggere, assecondando una nuova ondata di speculazione diffusa. Com’è possibile che si continui a costruire mentre nelle città italiane ci sono un numero smisurato di appartamenti vuoti? In questi giorni, cinque giovani creativi di Milano, hanno lanciato l'idea della spiaggia virtuale: una terapia antistress, con la prospettiva di realizzare centri nelle più grandi metropoli italiane ed europee, capaci di ricreare uno scenario virtuale a trecentosessanta gradi di pannelli che mostrano immagini continue di luoghi marini sempre diversi, attorno ad un'isola di sabbia vera, attrezzata con vasche di acqua salata dove potersi immergere accarezzati da brezze virtuali, rapiti da odori salmastri e rassicurati dal grido dei gabbiani. Siamo arrivati ai tentativi virtuali per sconfiggere lo stress, illudendoci di aver trascorso una settimana alle Maldive o a Skiatos. E pensare che l’’Umbria non avrebbe bisogno di tali scenari polisensoriali che mutano a ogni seduta, se solo ponesse maggiore alla difesa dei suoi paesaggi naturali. Che il presidente Berlusconi abbia voluto intendere questo con la sua gratificante esternazione ?
Giovanni Picuti
Corriere dell'Umbria
4.10.2008
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essa foi a troquinha de inverno que veio da gatammmm Anapê pá eu.
eu AMAY tudo mais que muito.
[postando mega atrasada porque tava sem pc... e agora eu tô com pc, mas sem net... heuheehueheuheu]
He has one hell of a surprise waiting for him when he comes home later. And he thought my devilish grin was wicked before...
Robby is holding his new Puppy Cooper Smith. Cooper is a Cocker Spaniel and has a great personality. I am sure you will see more photos of him as he adjusts to his new family. Campbell, Charley and Cali are in the process of trying to figure out if they are all that happy about this new addition. I will let you know what they decide.
Lund is a city in the province of Scania, southern Sweden. The town has 2,576,188 inhabitants in 2005,out of a municipal total of 105,000. It is the seat of Lund Municipality, Skåne County. The city is believed to have been founded around 990, when the Scanian lands belonged to Denmark. It soon became the Christian center of Northern Europe with an archbishop and with the towering Lund Cathedral, built in 1993.
Lund is one of the oldest cities in the world. Lund's origins are clear. Until recently, the town was thought to have been founded by either Sweyn I Forkbeard or his son Canute the Great of Denmark around 1020.[5] The area was then part of the kingdom of Denmark. However, recent archaeological discoveries suggest that the first settlement was founded around 990, at the present site of the village of Uppåkra.[citation needed] It was later moved to its present location by King Sweyn I Forkbeard.
Presenting: "Nova Nadiya"
** Exploring the Fairlands *** Fashion Show
Performance by Suoh Agency and Mahasiah Model Agency
Under the concept of "Exploring The Fairlands with creativity, fashion and art", the proposal is to make a fashion show where each model will present a region through an original style, either showing the concept of the creator, textures and elements of their region, etc.
This is the third Christmas in a row that I’m spending apart from my family, but I am still in love with the preparations. 😊🌲
One of the most frequent mistakes we make is to ruin the "present" by remembering the past that has no future.
L. A.
Jasper's been working on getting one of his Pandas to resemble a Picasso painting. I think he's pretty much nailed it ;-)
Also present left to right are 66080, 66651, 66654, 66192, and 66021 on the steel coils.
Lots of photos were taken here on this three day trip as the blast furnace in the background is due to close later in the month, and at times the conditions and lighting were ideal.
How times change - at its peak in 1970, the UK produced 28.3m tonnes of steel, the fifth largest producer in the world, and employed more than 320,000 people. Decline has been precipitous. Last year, the UK produced 5.6m tonnes, 26th in the world, and employed about 33,500 people.
In 2025 no virgin steel from iron ore will be made in the UK.
From October 2024 Port Talbot will finish steel imported from Tata plants in India, an electric arc furnace using scrap should start production in 2027.
For now, around 1,000 jobs remain from a workforce that used to number 18,000.
A bit late I know, Christmas is well and truly over but I am so far behind with my editing that this is where I am up to.
I came up into the room to find Yuki fast asleep under our Xmas tree looking like he had been left there as a present.
I got an early Christmas present today. I have wanted a shot of this place with fresh snow & great sky for a long time.
I knew it might be questionable access to it today. They don't plow the road.
Lucky for me there was one set of tracks going in. If not Lynette wouldn't have let me drive in there.
Merry Christmas to me!!
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More Melbourne laneways, still exploring the few streets just around the motel I was staying at. About all I really got the time to do alas. A couple of late night, all too brief trips around the block basically. Ah well, next time...
I'll be back to catch up over the evening my fine flickrites.
This is a shoot I done as a leaving present to Charlotte and Heather. Charlotte is moving to Manchester and she wanted some photo's to commemorate her and Heather's friendship through the years.
We based the shoot on the film, "The edge of Love" as the girls loved the clothing and concept so much and shot it in my home town of Troon.
Prints for sale
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