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Hautes-Alpes, France
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Analogica, Praktica LTL ( 1970 ), Pentacon 50 mm 1.8 F, Fomapan 200 asa, sviluppo con Rodinal. Ora esco con moglie e cane ma oggi è ancora molto caldo, questo per me è il momento più brutto dell' anno, non amo queste temperature
Cloister of the former convent of San Francesco, Castelbuono (Pa)
This splendid sixteenth-century cloister, inside the former convent, is accessed from the square, through the artistic portal dated 1755.
It is part of a monumental complex including the Church of San Francesco, the former Convent, and the Octagonal Chapel of St. Anthony of Padua.
In recent times, it was used as a Carabinieri Barracks, Magistrates Court and Elementary School.
It has recently undergone conservative restoration.
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Chiostro dell’ex convento di San Francesco, Castelbuono (Pa)
A questo splendido Chiostro cinquecentesco, all’interno dell’ex convento, si accede dalla piazza, attraverso l’artistico Portale datato 1755.
Fa parte di un complesso monumentale comprendente la Chiesa di San Francesco, l'ex Convento appunto, e della Cappella Ottagonale di S.Antonio di Padova.
In epoca recente, e' stato destinato a Caserma dei Carabinieri, Pretura e Scuola Elementare.
E' stato sottoposto da poco tempo a restauro conservativo.
Non si capisce il perchè a questi uccelli abbiano affibbiato la nomea di portatori di iella. Sono invece animali estremamente versatili ed intelligenti che hanno invaso l'aerale umano unicamente perchè qui trovano più abbondanza di cibo.
The mountain range known around here as the Crazies is prominent in this image (All those very, very tiny black dots scattered around the hills in the mid-ground are black angus cattle grazing on prime Montana range land…). The highest point in this range is Crazy Peak at over 11,000 feet — these mountains dominate their surroundings and are plainly visible just north of Interstate 90 as you travel between Billings and Bozeman.
The name Crazy Mountains is said to be a shortened form of the name "Crazy Woman Mountains" given them, in recognition of their original Crow native american name, after a woman who went insane and lived in them after her family was killed in the westward settlement movement.
The Crow people called the mountains Awaxaawapìa Pìa, roughly translated as "Ominous Mountains", or even rougher and less accurately, "Crazy Mountains". They were famous to the Crow people for having metaphysical powers and being unpredictable—a place often used for vision quests...
Questa immagine, ultima di una serie già postata, nonostante fosse a fuoco, aveva il soggetto vicinissimo al margine destro del fotogramma.Con Phtoshop CC ho ricostruito una parte dando più respiro alla scena...Spero di esserci riuscito...Commenti graditi!
Beach grass must be tough to survive in a hostile environment with few nutrients! I found this clump on Pacific Beach in Washington State.
Questa coppia di casarche, da quando frequento il parco (qualche anno) le ho sempre viste insieme, una coppia indissolubile.
Il maschietto si differisce dalla femmina per il collare nero, per il resto la livrea è praticamente uguale.
Con il fresco sapore
di menta selvatica
sulla cui infiorescenza
è andata
a posarsi
questa deliziosa
farfallina : )))
The Quest has begun @ Fantasy Faire 2022. Will you be successful and receive honors and treasures galore?
Info & links on my Blog ~ aznanasfandangles.blogspot.com/2022/04/ff04252205.html
SPRING in Monferrato. Rolling hills characterize this area of Monferrato, a area between the right hydrographic side of the Po River, the Ligurian Apennines, the Langhe and the Roero.
Isola d'Asti locality Isola Villa (or Isola Alta), Tanaro Valley, Piedmont, ITALY.
When a Black Bear (Ursus americanus) spots and/or smells potential food, it can become obsessed with getting it. Here a tiny cub, high up in the trees on a rainy morning, detects something in the crown of the dead tree. He just can't resist literally sticking his nose in it. In his quest for food, he seems to be stepping into oblivion, with no where to go and nothing to grip. However, his little claws actually found a hold on the branch. From the scratch marks on that branch, looks like he wasn't the first bear to venture forth up there.
C-GGMM, a Quest Kodiak 100 Series II, landing on runway 33 at Toronto Buttonville Municipal Airport in Markham, Ontario.
It was arriving exactly 30 minutes before sunset.
A circa 3.500 mt. slm. ci sono queste enormi ed incredibili saline risalenti al periodo Inca ed ancora attive. Sono alimentate da una sorgente di acqua salata (probabilmente la falda attraversa un deposito di salgemma all'interno della montagna).
We captured this while on a quest for a hat... Wolf Saga's new hat.
One of my favorite local photogs and partners in crime, Shawn Tron is filming a promo for the release of a new and beautiful 5 panel hat made by London's own DPMS who's partnered with musician Wolf Saga.
Links to the hat will be posted shortly after its release this week.
CREDITS:
AtaMe - Pix Armor
Rise Design - Ayodhya Horns + Jewelry
[AiiZawa - Black Ruined Blade 2.0
Yomi - Gwyn Hair
Skellybones -- Skellylove Choker
Cinphul - STQ boots
G-SHOT - SHEVA Thong
Nefekalum Tattoos - Of Pharaoh (Group Gift)
Aii & Ego - Somnium's Wake Bom Tattoo VIP GIft
Teegle - "Serenity" the Alicorn
En Pointe - Knight's Armor Galahad
Questa potrei intitolarla "ricorda di portare con te un gubbino quando il tempo è ballerino, o all'ora blu non ci arriverai per il troppo freddo!"
Anche Riomaggiore è un piccolo angolo di paradiso. Le Cinque Terre mi hanno veramente colpito, e visto che al momento non sono troppo distanti da dove vivo, ci tornerò tra un paio di settimane così da visitare senza troppa fretta anche Vernazza e fare nuovamente un salto a Manarola.
...immagino scatterò nuovamente le stesse foto, ma è impossibile non farlo, dopo aver visto questi posti..
I was second shooter at a wedding recently. The bride's father kept ranting about the covered bridge where the engagement photo was taken. My quest for the week was to find that bridge. Now that I've found it, I think it is a great place for some future photosessions.
Dear Bill Major,
As I wrote earlier today: I re-listened, this time to some of the FIM (Frankfurt’s Indeterminables Musiqwesen) CDRs. This out-put of CDRs on the print-on-demand-label recout (here a remained selection) were launched in 1995 through my production of the CD "Endlos / Endless" – a memento "50 years after WWII" for an exhibition in Poland, for which I invited the FIM trio Parallelaktion, plus singer Corinna Mayer.
What I auditioned today was "Hot Deals" by "Imperial Hot" (Christoph Korn – gt, Bertram Ritter – dr, A23H – reeds, tp, and Casio). I do not want to describe the music. I just love the feel of these 15 year old recordings. There is also "Rent Art Quest" by the "Stern4et" (Daniel Franke – as, cl, comp, Micha Daniels – kb, Bertram Ritter – dr, A23H on bari sax, bcl and ts, comp) from some years later – a lovely birthday present those talented younger musicians gave me. It was recorded during a "Jazzferien" session I had set up at a castle in the Spessart mountains in 1999. With Micha Daniels – kb, Bertram Ritter – dr, and A23H – ts there is another beautiful session made in a Frankfurt bunker in 2000, "House of Thee". Together with Christoph Korn I had a duo "Canada dry & 20" recorded in 1992-1994 with drummer Vladimir Tarasov as a guest. Of course there is more from that period I could tell you about. For today I'll finish by mentioning "Cassini", a nine-piece band which I assembled in 1998 with members from my bands "Hale Peat", "Imperial Hoot" and the theater ensemble I put together for my Frankfurt-am-Main production of West Side Story (Harry Petersen- as, cl, Stefan Lottermann – tb, Martin Lejeune – gt, Christoph Korn – gt, Marcel Daemgen – sound system, Peter Antony – kb, Bülent Ates – dr, Günter Bozem – dr, and A23H – ts, bcl, arr). This recording sounds to me like an early version of Otomo Yoshihide’s orchestra ONJO, in which I was a member, as you know, during 2005-2007.
Alfred 23 Harth / Lindsay Cooper / Phil Minton – the three musicians on "Trio Trabant a Roma" – appeared at festivals in Moscow & Volgograd prior to this recording as members of Lindsay’s "Oh Moscow" (we hope to do a new recording in 2010). Especially for Lindsay and me, the impressions from this journey were so deeply strange that even after returning to "the West", we felt like we were still in another mental state – the "State of Volgograd." I formed this trio at the invitation of the Budapest Festival in 1990, so there is that title "et all ways Budapest." It's been twenty years now since The Wall came down. In those days, we were just beginning to see the odd spectacle of cars coming from the East mixing into traffic in Western cities. One East German car was called the "Trabant". I liked that name, since trabant also means a planet orbiting a star, so I called the new trio "Trabant A Roma". Earth was under a new "orbital tent" after the Iron Curtain had come down. It was funny to see those strange cars from the East making long distance journeys through Western Europe – finally "all ways lead to Rome!" The fourth title refers to a festival in Strasbourg where we performed (see CDR Le Cadran Bleu). At that time I also played the Farfisa organ, Casio keyboard, and other miscellaneous stuff, all part of the search to express with the strange by-products of technology emerging at that time. The trio didn't last long (until 1993), same with "Oh Moscow" which played its final concert at the London Jazz festival in 1993 due to Lindsay’s worsening illness (which I didn't know of until 1998, when Sally Potter confirmed the facts concerning Lindsay’s declining health).
It was the brief period of time after the Sovjet Union collapsed in 1991, when all of us were curious about Eastern cultures – the curiosity was mutual among those in the former Soviet bloc. Moscow TV offered to produce a filmed portrait about me in February 1992; this led to my appearance at the "Open Music" festival in St. Petersburg alongside members of the Russian musical avant-garde. The film's title "Balance Action" is taken from the name of a famous saxophone from the early Cold War years. It also refers to the "balance action" that finally led to the breakdown of the Communist regimes. In old Leningrad (freshly rechristened St. Petersburg again) I met Vladimir Tarasov. He told me that before the Wall fell, he and his compatriots were forced to smuggle my records through a narrow, secret tunnel. He also claimed that, in the old CCCP avant-garde circles, I was a celebrity on the order of Michael Jackson (probably a Russian exaggeration). In fact, I did receive one of my very first fan letters from Moscow, in 1970 – somebody who loved the "Just Music" LP (ECM 1002). With Tarasov I formed the Quasar Quartet in 1992 with Simon Nabatov (Russia) and Vitold Rek (Poland); we performed together with Dmitri Prigov. But, just as fast as it arose, this cultural exchange period ended – astonishingly quickly, compared to the decades-long span of the Cold War, which had threatened the entire globe with doom.
Because my group "Just Music" played in Prague in 1970 I knew how serious audiences loved what we brought to our music from the West – they had witnessed the disappointing Prague Spring revolution two years before and heard reflections of those heady times in our music. Since 1971 I had numerous opportunities to reach audiences throughout Eastern Europe – Dresden, Leipzig, East Berlin, Krakow, etc. Last year another listener from Prague told me how important it was for them to hear "Cassiber" in 1984. With that in mind, it is a bit sad that 7K Oaks cancelled its October tour which would have brought us to the Wroclaw festival (where I had played with "Just Music" in 1972 and with "Gestalt et Jive" in 1987).
Now I am patiently waiting at the border of Stalinist North Korea to play my music beyond the split – my heart is already there. Who knows what the ongoing imperialist wars within the holy Sufi countries will bring in context of the metastasis of capitalistic asymmetries and Western weapons mass-production…
Alfred 23 Harth, in September 2009
In a time when dinosaurs walked the earth
When the land was swamp and caves were home
In an age when prize possession was fire
To search for landscapes men would roam...
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Metal artist Ricardo Breceda has amassed over 130 life sized metal sculptures and placed them along several roads in the Anza-Borrego Desert State park…
Special thanks to the plane that produced the jetstream...
(per un amico, partendo da un titolo)
Ha cambiato la tenda da poco, un’occasione al supermercato. Ora l’azzurro diffonde nella stanza una luce nuova, morbida. Da qualche tempo Angela ci passa le ore, a quella finestra che dà sulla strada: la tabaccheria, il bar, i cassonetti dei rifiuti le propongono ad ogni ora gente che si muove. Cambiano la luce, le persone, il tempo, le scene. Come un palcoscenico. Lei nascosta dietro la tenda osserva distratta. Pensa a quelle vite estranee, e alla propria. Tutto così superfluo, inutile, e triste. Le giornate lunghe e sempre uguali. Il telefono muto. La cassa integrazione ancora per due mesi, poi chissà. E il mutuo. Lui se n’è andato ormai da quattro settimane, non l’ha più sentito. Quando ci sarebbero le cose pratiche da sistemare. Oltre alla risposta all’unico, grande perché. Il vero amore. Credeva. Tutto facile, la vita in discesa. Perfetta. Ogni sogno e desiderio dell’adolescente realizzato. Mai un’ombra, un dubbio. Fino a quel momento…
Forse è preso dalla nuova vita. Così anche lei rimanda giorno dopo giorno qualsiasi proposito. Le ore le scivolano addosso. A volte dimentica di mangiare. Poi butta la roba rimasta in frigo troppo a lungo. Non legge più. La sua grande passione. Prende in mano il libro e le righe si accavallano. Il vuoto si è fatto totale. Un silenzio nero. Sta toccando il fondo, dunque. Inerzia, paralisi.
La settimana prossima saranno 53 anni.
Questa mattina il sole si sta facendo strada, pallido, tra i nuvoloni di aprile. Ha bevuto il caffè a fatica, in piedi, guardando le due signore che ogni giorno, alla stessa ora, con passo pesante e stanco vanno a comprare il giornale locale. Sicuramente un tacito accordo, un rito, incontrarsi e scambiare due chiacchiere la mattina. Puntuali. Oggi le piacerebbe scendere, salutare , sentire che cosa stanno dicendo. Non osa. Ma è la prima volta che ci pensa. Studia i loro gesti, prova a indovinare. Ora sente qualcosa al braccio che ancora regge la tazza. Un lieve pizzico. Abbassa lo sguardo. Una coccinella piccola e vispa corre verso la porcellana bianca. Un’altra è in scalata lungo il manico tondo. Due punti rossi in movimento. Un’allegria improvvisa. Le parole di nonna, la coccinella porta fortuna. Si mette la camicetta blu, aggiusta i capelli. Esce.