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This QM was the size of a Comma - but had the diagnostic question mark on its wings below. Black is their summer form - and they have that beautiful lavender trim.
at the wetlands, North Georgia
Одно из самых популярных мест Санкт-Петербурга это музей квартира Достоевского. Этот район города до сих пор обладает магией экзистенциальности автора . И всегда найдётся тот вопрос ,который может поставить в тупик даже профессионального экскурсовода! В этот раз дух Федора Михайловича коснулся и фотографа…
"Хорошая фотография это знать где стоять» Ансель Адамс
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One of the most popular places in St. Petersburg is the museum-apartment of Dostoevsky. In this area of the city, the magic of the author's existentialism has been preserved. And there is always a question that can baffle even a professional guide! This time the spirit of Fyodor Mikhailovich touched the photographer too...
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Ansel Adams was quoted as saying, “A good photograph is knowing where to stand.”
Well, strictly speaking this scene is a sunset, so one could question the title and the attached meaning... But it was a radiant Umbrian sunset just after a long, powerful thunderstorm, so I will stick to my idea.
As the WHO has declared the state of pandemic Covid-19 is spreading everywhere and is reaping its dreadful harvest, bringing whole nations and economies to their knees. Believe me, it is even possible that the darkest hour is still to come. But I think that this incredible planetary experience has the potential to change our way to live. We have taken for granted too many beautiful, precious things (and beware, when you take something for granted you are lessening it). This humble, unaware virus is teaching us values we had drowned in our running digital hedonism - solidarity, self-sacrifice, collaboration. It is teaching us the fundamental value of truth and of scientific research. It is reminding us that we are just a small part of a wonderfully complex world - and that we are not nearly as powerful as we like to think to be. After all, the immediate means to limit infection are exactly the same as they were for the epidemics of the past - quarantine, avoiding close contact with one another, clean your hands frequently, limitations to gatherings, public events, and so on (and everything is worsened and sped up by our global network of transportation). On the other hand science, unavoidably, needs time to find real solutions. So we are experiencing a new sense of being frail - something we used to think of as a relic of the past.
I believe that this pandemic will change everything, more than a war: this is not an enemy endowed with evil projects for mankind but, rather, a natural phenomenon which is putting us in the right perspective in the world. So I believe that this pandemic will change everything. But, in the meantime, we have to manage to get out of these dark times. I would like to dedicate this photo to the people who are suffering because of this ordeal, and to the heroic people who is wrestling with the effects of the infection*: my humble contribute to remember that the darkest hour - whenever it will come - is just before the dawn.
* Sadly in Italy we have seen a growing trend of threats and assaults to physicians during the last years. Many people doubted the good faith of physicians, scientists and medicine in general. I'd guess that this tide is quickly changing.
This photo is closely related to my A neverending story. To be precise, it has been captured some 5 minutes earlier. This view, however, is somewhat narrower and, after a bit of cropping in the foreground, lays a greater emphasis on the glorious cloudscape.
I have obtained this picture by blending an exposure bracketing [-1.7/0/+1.7 EV] by luminosity masks in the Gimp (EXIF data, as usual, refer to the "normal exposure" shot), then I added some final touches with Nik Color Efex Pro 4. RAW files has been processed with Darktable.
A good contribution to the post-processing of part of the foreground came from a cool trick by Boris Hajdukovic I have found rather serendipitously on the web. I have cloned out an obnoxious young olive tree at the center of the foreground dancing a bit too freely in the residual wind.
I am afraid that colours and tones of this picture might be pretty close to the edge of looking overdone (this seems to be an inherent feature of the bracketings I captured of this sunset, since I always post-process from scratch). It all depends on your screen, of course: the picture looks safely good my HP screen, but I am afraid that it can easily look a bit over-the-top on other screens.
Now we know that a picture cannot possibly look right on every screen - the factors affecting the results are simply too many, including largely unpredictable ones, such as personal display settings. Admittedly one should not think too much about this, but when a photo is close to the critical boundary one should struggle to find the better balance between what she would like the photo to be and the risk of looking overdone. Since this photo is important to me, I would be grateful for comments about this matter, to help me realise if I have to downtone it :-)
Thank you very much in advance!
A very weird unmarked sculpture in the Columbia Slough Wildlife Refuge, in Portland OR, shot with my holga and filtered through photoshop.
UNE QUESTION DE DÉTAILS #4
Petit complément rapproché pour faire honneur à la belle série que vous trouverez ici. Allez regarder :
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A QUESTION OF DETAIL #4
Here's a closer look at the beautiful series you'll find here. Go and have a look :
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There is place for soft colour. There is place for strong and vibrant colours. And autumn is always the season you can find them.
This is just a repost for autumn colour in my neighbourhood.
Happy Monday and a great week!
I ask the experienced landscape photographer about tips in shooing fall colour.
He said the answer is in your question itself. Shooting fall colours means really shooting the colours.
I had a walk in my neighborhood and I took his suggestion shooting the colours. I am not sure if I did follow his advice.
This was seen on the sidewalk of a small street in my neighborhood.
Happy Wednesday!
Heartbreaking scene of Prague beggars, so humble on their knees.
These who give certainly feel relieve and these who don't turn their head away.
The question remains: do people beg where there is no other alternative or where other people are willing to help.
The old bricks seem to breathe with a kind of remembered warmth, as though they have held many winters and still keep the murmur of voices within their mortar. Upon them rests the modest proclamation — Philosophy Meetings — a fragile invitation to wrestle with immensities on an ordinary Friday eve. How gently the commonplace dares the infinite.
The light, falling slant and pale, bestows a solemn grace upon the scene. It draws from the wall a darkened shape — a long, winged shadow that seems less cast than conjured. The mind delights in such fancies; for what is philosophy if not the poetry of questions?
There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.
O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
To Bee, or not to Bee, that is the question.
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I will probably enhance this later, but for right now it is RAW or SOOC from a bit less than 2 years ago.
I just sort of threw this pic on as first one I've uploaded since March 23rd, 2023, or so. I've been trying to learn a new computer and having a very hard time. More to tell later, but for now I want to try to find a color RED picture for two Monday groups that I normally would have posted to last Monday.
I am chock full of questions about new computer, Flickr, passwords, SD card in my camera, etc. etc. It has been overwhelming and frustrating, but I'm trying to be patient, not my strong suit.
My son gifted me with this new computer, and it is a fantastic gift, but I am overwhelmed with all the new workings of it. I'll have questions for sure as I navigate it. I'm hoping my Flickr friends can help me with some of my questions. I'll try to post them one at a time with various pictures, so as not to overwhelm any of my viewers with all of them in one humongous post.
~ Delina (pronounced with a long *i* sound)
For "The If These Walls Could Talk (group)", some of the employees would say, this is a McDonald's Restaurant, west wall. What the heck is that lady doing taking so many pictures in the rain and way out there in the parking lot? ?? My Raintings are not about the food, the employees, the customers nor anything even close to that. But they don't know.
I did show a few of my pictures to one of the managers, several months ago; but I have no idea if he conveyed my information to any other employees.
I explained to him that I am not out there in the rain (and dark too, as it makes the best Raintings) invading anyone's privacy.
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This was one of those nightmarish days you only dream about.
It began at 7:30 with that crazy park lady. I walk far away from her now. I park in a different place and walk a quarter-mile from her. But when she sees me, she walks directly at me, no matter where I am and who I'm with. Today, I was picking raspberries. I stopped when she walked toward me. I walked in the woods. I think she followed me, but I went fast, came out on the other side, and walked in the road. She is really ruining my days when I see her, which, fortunately, is once a week.
I came home and worked on cutting glass for awhile, and then I went skating. I also dropped some things off at the post office and attempted to buy stamps, but my card wouldn't scan, and the post office REFUSED to enter the number manually. They said it was against store policy. I asked for the manager. He wouldn't come out. I banged on his door. He wouldn't come out. A supervisor came to talk to me. She couldn't answer any of my questions. All she knew was, "They wouldn't take mines, either."
I went home angry and found a message from my mother that the travel agent wants to make sure my daughter has a passport confirmation. Except that I have tried that every day, and it hasn't worked. It still didn't. I called the passport office once again (I called last week, and a woman said she'd e-mail DC to put a rush on it), and I was told to press one and three and zero, and then the machine told me there were too many callers waiting, and it hung up. Seventeen times. And then when I finally got through, I was on the phone for 59 minutes.
The woman at the passport office told me there's no record of my daughter's application, that I can try to make an appointment for one of the three days this week that it's open before the trip, but she won't guarantee that I get an appointment, and no one's reimbursing us the thousands of dollars for the tickets.
Then I called the post office, and I was told, "This is what I can do for you, ma'am. I will call myself." I asked about the canceled money order, and the woman said, "I just told you what I could do for you. Don't try to tell me what I can do for you. I am doing what I told you I would do, now let me do that without telling me...."
She said she'd call in the morning. Meanwhile, I can pay $5 to put a trace on the money order.
I wrote to my congressman. I sent a third e-mail to the passport office, and it was actually answered today. There's no record of my daughter's passport. The person who wrote told me to call the passport office again.
I went to a self-defense class tonight. I punched the bag very, very hard. It was a very, very bad bag.
(But the instructor's son, holding the bag, was truly a hottie.)
(For 365 Days. This is Day 262. )
I skated for one hour today. It was my only pleasure. I didn't even enjoy the beers.
I can still laugh, as long as there's Engrish.
NGC 7822 is a young star forming complex in the constellation of Cepheus. The complex encompasses the emission region designated Sharpless 171, and the young cluster of stars named Berkeley 59. The complex is believed to be some 3,000 light years distant.
One of the hottest stars discovered within 3200 light years of the Sun is located near the center of this image. It is an eclipsing binary system consisting of an O5V spectral type star that exhibits a surface temperature of nearly 45,000 K and a luminosity about 100,000 times that of the Sun.
The star is one of the primary sources illuminating the nebula and shaping the complex's famed pillars of creation-type formations, often referred to as the “elephant trunks”. These are fairly common in star forming regions like this and are seen in this image as the finger-like projections of yellow-gold dust in a circular arrangement almost pointing toward the image center.
This image was obtained using 3 narrowband filters Hydrogen alpha, singly ionized sulfur or SII and doubly ionized oxygen OIII. In the standard “Hubble palette” color-mapping scheme, sulfur maps to red, hydrogen to green and oxygen to blue.
Capture info:
Location: Las Cruces, NM US
Telescope: RASA 11V2
Camera: QHY 268M
Mount: 10 Micron GM2000
Data: H alpha, OIII, SII: approximately 20 hours of total integration time
Processing: Pixinsight
NAQ /Nobody Answers Questions
@ Kösk München - visuals by genelabo
video here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=WdeJN1FqfEE
picture by Andrea
Question for you east coasters: how do you know when a pond is frozen enough that it’s safe to walk on? I would be constantly afraid of falling through the ice. I guess at the public garden you at least know it’s shallow enough that if you fell thru you wouldn’t die, just ruin your day. But I’ve seen pics of people out walking on some of the natural deep ponds recently. How do you know it’s safe? I’ve read too many stories of people falling thru and coming up under the frozen ice not able to get to the air... I didn’t grow up around natural ice and it just seems way too scary. Anyway, this is an iPhone X shot from the public garden today.
and we'll, sing it back to you. we could sing our own, but what would it, be without you?
the following is my entry for a competition at the morris museum we're doing in lit. it's inspired by a painting.
“Do you think this tie suitable?” the old man asked, his cerulean eyes fixed in gentle understanding, slightly oversized ears hearing something in the following silence. After just a moment he gave a quaint smile to the object below him, nodding his head and chuckling emptily, “yes, I did think you would. The maroon matches so nicely with you.” He ended his sentence as though it were a question, turning away from the polka dotted maroon loveseat and entering the dingy building behind him with some sort of sad agreement.
Speaking as though not just to himself, the old man continued, “I rather like cloudy days. Everything feels so clear without the sun,” he laughed, “speaking of those, Roger has said he would come visit the store this morning. That’s the cause for the tie.”
Clearing his throat nervously as if second-guessing the tie, the man began his daily routine, which was today accelerated in order to make a nice impression upon this visitor. He hobbled around the store swiftly as his rheumatoid arthritis would allow, smiling halfheartedly with an honestly worried look about his face. His anxiety was visibly rising with the sun, and he made nearly continual glances out of the murky shop window towards the loveseat, as if just to make sure it was still there. He moved the delicate, dusky objects within the shop as if to reorganize his mind, as well.
After a few hours of feeble attempts at work and understated chaos, an attractive, middle-aged man arrived at the door with a black briefcase. He had a serious look about his face, with a consciously furrowed brow and a slight frown of anticipation, yet he approached the old man in the shop with a sudden smile. The old man returned the gesture and gave the visitor a weak pat on the shoulder.
“Nice to see you, Roger, nice to see you. How are things at the firm?”
“Fair, I’d say, after this case we had last week – repetitive theft and larceny, crook got away clean. I suppose it was mostly my newest hire, man from Darlington. Quite a turnout, quite a turnout, indeed,” replied Roger.
There was a blaring silence as the old man returned from his mysterious distraction.
“Lovely to hear that, lovely,” he muttered in a blank monotone, looking significantly more anxious. He made a sideways glance out of the window and muttered some sort of plea under his breath in pining as the attorney sat down in a creaky chair.
The furrowed brow of the sitting man returned as he looked around the dirty shop.
“Listen,” he said, opening his black briefcase, “that isn’t what I came to talk about. I know it’s been difficult. None of us are immune to that.”
The old man stared out the window as his breathing accelerated. He interrupted the defined lines of his face with a heavy blink and stayed perfectly still, rooted to the spot. The attorney sighed in frustration and fumbled through his briefcase until he found a glossy booklet. He stared at it for a fleeting moment and sighed again deeply.
“Dad,” the man continued, “I know what this shop is to you. It’s been in the family for years – but just look around. Look what you’re living in. This is getting dreadfully out of hand.”
Roger stopped, aggravated by his father’s seeming indifference and lack of cooperation. He locked the shiny buckles of his briefcase and stood up as the chair creaked in protest beneath him. His brow furrowed impossibly further, and he cleared his throat with determination.
“Look. I know you don’t want to do this, but bottom line, you can’t handle living here anymore. I’ve found a nice place at the edge of town. It’s called Brookhaven. They’ll be coming soon. I know it’s going to be difficult for you to leave, but ever since Mum died…”
The old man burst from his silence in a hysterical high-pitched wail and cradled his head in his hands. He began hobbling towards the open door, towards the polka-dotted maroon loveseat, where it was two summers ago and everything was as it should still be.
Before his knees could allow the old man to reach the door, the attorney took his arms behind his back and held him still. His son was shorter but much stronger than he, and the old man continued to scream and struggle in the attorney’s grip. After what seemed like an eternity the old man was partially released as Roger voiced,
“Now, you’re going to stay still. They’ll be here any minute now, and I’ll go with you to help get your things situated. Don’t try to run off.”
Nearly as he finished his sentence an old tan station wagon pulled up on the curb. A plump woman in scrubs with even plumper hair and plum lips opened the passenger door and walked around the front of the car towards the old man and his son. She nodded briefly at Roger and then turned to the old man with an overly sweet smile and degrading stare. He was still visibly upset, but obviously put off by the woman’s bigotry.
“It’s nice to meet you,” she articulated towards the old man, “we’ve got all of your things nice and ready to go.”
After few more indistinguishable words she pseudosmiled again and took the old man’s arm vigorously and guided him into the car. His face expressed insane defiance, but his body had somehow surrendered to this inconsiderate torture. He climbed into the backseat of the station wagon and stared out of its window, one which was familiarly filthy, like the one in the front of his store. He began to bang on the window, wailing and crying again like an infant, staring at the polka-dotted maroon loveseat.
No, they had not gotten all of his things./b>
charcoal, collaged kozo, soft pastel, gold leaf, oil pastel & casein on board // each panel 25X20 cm. // original text here: bit.ly/39s3Mdw
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You probably wonder what is that horse with stripes and paint markings ?! Well, let me answer that question. It's a cute cross between a paint horse and a zebra. Hence why it does have those cute ears and strange tail. We are so glad she take the markings from her mama and the stripes from her dad. So happy to be able to call this cutie ours, she'll grow up a little more but not so much cause we all know, zebras aren't that tall !
You might have another question about the collar the mare have on her neck, well, this pretty here is cribbing on fences that means she'll literally destroy them with her teeth ! This collar will avoid her to do, don't worry it's without danger for her, it have a little furred part on the top and under her jaw as well. It will prevent us as well to change the fences every weeks.. We'll see how it goes !
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➵ Left Horse coat : Texture Barn: Zorses Pintos for Teegle Horses & Pets
➵ Right Horse coat : Texture Barn: Cat Track Tovero for Teegle Horses & Pets
Can be found at The Texture Barn @ Teegletown
Found more on The Texture Barn Website
➵ Cribbing Collar : The Flying Pony : {CRIBBING COLLAR} / Avatar
So I have a lot of extra Lego Squad-related pics that either didn't turn out how I wanted, just weren't the ones I chose to post, or have older versions of figs in them.
Because of this I've been thinking of opening a second account just for those so they don't have to clutter up this account.
What do you guys think? would you want to see some extra stuff, or are you sick of the Squad? Let me know down below!
"Their common name refers to a distinctive silver mark on the hindwing." Can't see it here, unfortunately.. Proboscis in the sand?
Les deux points de vue pourraient coïncider à condition que la société en question soit organisée de manière à offrir des possibilités optimales pour que l’individu puisse atteindre le bonheur. Cependant, cela n’est pas le cas dans la plupart des sociétés que nous connaissons, y compris la nôtre. Bien qu’elles diffèrent dans la façon de promouvoir les objectifs du fonctionnement régulier de la société et le développement personnel, il existe toujours une contradiction entre les objectifs du fonctionnement régulier de la société et le développement complet de l’individu. De ce fait, il est impératif de différencier avec finesse les deux concepts de santé. Le premier est gouverné par les nécessités sociales, le second par les valeurs et normes concernant le but de l’existence individuelle.
Malheureusement, cette différentiation est souvent négligée. La plupart des psychiatres ont tellement bien intégré l’organisation de leur propre société que, pour eux, la personne qui n’est pas bien adaptée est stigmatisée comme de moindre valeur. D’un autre côté, la personne bien adaptée est suppose de plus grande valeur, en termes d’échelle de valeurs humaines. Si nous distinguons les deux concepts de normal et de névrose, nous arrivons à la conclusion suivante : la personne normale, c’est à dire adaptée est souvent en moins bonne santé que le névrosé réputé de moindre valeur humainement parlant. Il n’est souvent bien adapté que dans le sens où il est prêt à abandonner son Moi dans le but de devenir plus ou moins la personne qu’il croit devoir devenir. Toute individualité et spontanéité franches sont perdues. À l’opposé, le névrosé est celui qui n’est pas prêt à abandonner le combat pour avoir le droit d’être lui-même. Ses tentatives pour sauver son Moi personnel ne rencontrent pas le succès escompté et, au lieu d’exprimer son Moi de façon productive, c’est au travers de symptômes névrotiques et en se retirant dans une vie de fantaisie qu’il cherche le salut. Cependant, du point de vue des valeurs humaines, il est moins impotent que le genre de personne normale qui a totalement perdu son individualité. Évidemment, il existe des personnes qui ne sont pas névrosée et qui pour autant n’ont pas renoncé à leur individualité au cours du processus d’adaptation. Mais le stigmate attaché à la personne névrosée semble infondé et justifié uniquement si nous pesons névrose en terme d’efficacité sociale. Aussi, pour l’ensemble d’une société « névrosé » ne peut s’appliquer dans ce dernier sens, puisqu’une société ne peut s’appliquer dans ce dernier sens, puisqu’une société ne peut pas exister si ses membres ne fonctionnent pas socialement. D’un point de vue des valeurs humaines, cependant, une société pourrait être qualifiée de névrosée puisque ses membres sont handicapés dans le développement de leur personnalité. Puisque le terme « névrosé » est si souvent utilisé pour désigner une absence de fonctionnement social, nous préférerions ne pas parler d’une société en la qualifiant de névrosée, mais plutôt en la présentant comme hostile au bonheur humain et à l’auto-réalisation.
La peur de la liberté – Erich Fromm
I feel like I dont any of you well enough o-o
So I feel like asking Questions to get to know you better ^^
It'd make me super happy if you answered!:3
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1-Whats your fave song?:3
2-Fave color?
3-Fave food?xD
4-If you could go anywhere(Real or not) where would you go?:D
5-Fave website?
6-Best friend(s)?
7-Am I being creepy by asking these?o-o
8-Do you have an IM?:\ If so wanna talk ;D~Im really not that creepy...~
9-Fave band(singer)?
10-Are you currently obsessed with anything?xD
11-Fave show?
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More later?o-o
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Just to show you Im not being creepy Ill answer too-
1.Atm Dare4Distance by Nevershoutnever
2.Gold/Purple
3.Lemons(With sugar) :\
4.WONDERLAND FTW!
5.Youtube/Polyvore/Flickr
6.Yumi,Rubi,Gaby,And Courteney
7.I cant answer this.....But Id say yes xD
8.I cant anser this either ;| Of coarse I do
9.All time low(Always xD)
10.Pandora hearts
11.Pandora hearts xD
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See?I answered :\
You can ask me questions if your more creative then me xD(Which you probably are..)
First off, big thank you on another 50 followers! I'll save the mush for 200 followers, 'cuz right now I'm gonna do a Q & A!
You know the drill, ask me anything questions that follow community guidelines! :P
I've never done one of these before, so I hope you guys will get something interesting out of this. And don't be shy, I'm bored with plenty of time on my hands. :|
Ask away!
Kirk Shireman, third from right, NASA's deputy ISS program manager, answers reporter’s questions during a Soyuz post-docking press conference at the Russian Mission Control Center in Korolev, Russia on Saturday, Dec. 18, 2010. The Soyuz TMA-20 docked to the International Space Station carrying Expedition 26 Soyuz Commander Dmitry Kondratyev, Flight Engineer Catherine Coleman and European Space Agency Flight Engineer Paolo Nespoli. Photo Credit: (NASA/Carla Cioffi)
Taken on Granville Island, Vancouver, BC.
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Hope everyone is well...I have been pretty busy lately trying to get into thesis-writing. My creative energy has been focused in a different area lately, and so I'm finding it hard to get out and shoot. But I am making progress on my thesis...so I guess its a good thing for now!
Un baldaquin de pierre, au-dessus de l'entrée, tranche sur la brique omniprésente. Cette entrée généralement attribuée à l'épiscopat de Louis Ier, laisse toutefois, des interrogations : la finesse des sculptures du jubé est ici moins flagrante. Elles semblent avoir été faites par une autre équipe. De plus, les blasons d'Amboise, abondants à l'intérieur sont ici absents. Jean-Louis Biget pense que cet ouvrage serait postérieur au grand évêque de la fin du Moyen Âge.
À l'origine, le baldaquin était prolongé vers l'ouest par une chapelle de même architecture destinée à recueillir les sépultures des chanoines. Elle comportait une nef de trois travées et une abside à cinq pans. Elle a disparu au début du XIXe siècle.
Sur les piliers du baldaquin figurent deux cadrans solaires datant du XVIIe siècle et restaurés en 2008. L'un regarde vers l'est et indique les heures du matin, l'autre regarde vers l'ouest et indique les heures de l'après-midi. Ils sont accompagnés de décorations et de devises en latin. Celle sous le cadran de l'ouest indique, après traduction: « Puisse un accord mutuel réunir les hommes afin qu'ils veuillent se partager tous les biens du monde », celle sous le cadran de l'est : « Les frères Tyndarides vivaient à tour de rôle un jour ; mais, pour nous, un seul jour divise la vie »
A stone canopy above the entrance contrasts with the ubiquitous brickwork. This entrance generally attributed to the episcopate of Louis I, however, leaves some questions: the fineness of the sculptures of the rood screen is less obvious here. They seem to have been made by another team. In addition, the coats of arms of Amboise, abundant inside, are absent here. Jean-Louis Biget thinks that this work would be posterior to the great bishop of the end of the Middle Ages.
Originally, the baldachin was extended to the west by a chapel of the same architecture intended to house the tombs of the canons. It had a nave of three bays and a five-sided apse. It disappeared at the beginning of the 19th century.
On the pillars of the canopy are two sundials dating from the 17th century and restored in 2008. One looks east and indicates the morning hours, the other faces west and indicates the after-hours. midday. They are accompanied by decorations and mottos in Latin. The one under the western dial indicates, after translation: "May a mutual agreement unite men so that they will share all the goods of the world", that under the eastern dial: "The Tyndarides brothers lived in take turns one day; but, for us, a single day divides life”
Les barbes attirent le regard.
Et sous le masque, celles-ci font encore parler d'elles !
Comment peut-on rendre anonyme un barbu avec une barbe pareille ?
Avec un masque, la question est réglée ! Et en plus, ça ajoute un élément de singularité !
Longue vie aux Barbus !
should i do a 365 thing, guys?
i've kindof been thinking about it lately, but i have some reservations. i already have well over 365 pictures of myself, so i'm not sure what i'd need more for, so i'm just thinking about it, and i'd like your opinions, if you have any.
i'm not sure i'd have the time to keep up with it, but i'm looking for something to challenge myself with this year. i know taking self-portraits isn't that hard for me, so i'm wondering if there's a way i could make it more interesting.
i could do 365 pictures of not-myself, but i'm sure a lot of these will be done in my house when i get home from school/work late at night, so taking pictures of objects around my house might get old. plus, there's usually more options for pictures with people in them.
or i could do 365 not-photoshopped pictures, but i <3 photoshop lots and i don't feel like it's that much of a crutch for me (though i assume lots of people might think otherwise). plus the whole bragging about "sooc" is kindof lame, ngl.
i could also try to write a small something to go along with each picture.
so i don't know.
also, where would i post them? on this flickr, i imagine, but then where would i post pictures that were not-365 related?
i know it's generally better to post as little as possible each day and not bombard flickr, but that's difficult enough for me as it is. i could make another flickr for a 365, i guess.
so, yeah, what do you guys think (assuming anyone cares)? any ideas to how i could liven up a 365 project? how do you guys approach it, if you do at all? what are your reasons for doing it? do you think it's kindof a boring/generic thing to do? if i were to do one, do you think i should post it here, or make a new, 365-exclusive flickr/tumblr/something else? i would like to know your thoughts on anything, if you wouldn't mind telling me. :]
(for the record this picture is a few weeks old, not the beginning of a 365.)
Quoi de mieux qu'une boîte aux lettres ?
A cette question, le passant ingénu répondra tantôt "un train à l'heure", tantôt "un fait-tout flambant neuf", voire, pour les plus téméraires, "une PS4 à moins de 100€"
Mais le Foutographe, lui, SAIT !
Il sait ce qui est mieux qu'une boîte aux lettres : un scooter du même jaune garé près de la dite boîte aux lettres. Et si possible avec un personnage au loin.
Le Foutographe mérite bien son surnom !
Was looking for a photo from earlier this year and stumbled on this one. This is where Forest Gump ran his braces off (in the movie). I would love to go back with a really good prime lens and work at this shot. It's been done a million times and far better than I will ever be able to do. But.. capturing what you see and feel...places like this call to me to try and do that. Someday... I will capture the perfect shot for me... doesn't matter whether it is perfect to anyone else... ha.. rambling...
Question for you... don't you just love photography and the people you meet because of it?