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I needed to remind myself that better days are coming.
[...] It is not that the child lives in a world of imagination, but that the child within us survives and starts into life only at rare moments of recollection, which makes us believe, and it is not true, that, as children, we were imaginative? [...]
-- Quote by Cesare Pavese (1908 - 1950)
Como, Italy (January, 2008)
Technical aspects:
I did not sharpen this image.
I processed the Raw (.RAF) image file in Silkypix Developer Studio Pro 9E, the software that Fuji prefers . . . which is equally quirky. I set the White Balance in one photo to Camera Settings and developed it and the other I selected Auto (Absolute) and developed, to a renamed file _DFS0755b. Then, I put both in Photoshop . . . Individually adjusted the toanl contast and reduced each to about 54% . . . looking for as much detail as possiblem without increasing shadows or darkening them. Then, I overlaid the second image onto the first and reduced Opacity to 54%, as I recall. Saved it as _DFS0755c. Then, Made a monochrome version by increasing structure 44% and overlaid that and reduced Opacity to 66% . . . Merged layers. Then increased Saturation to 61% and then Vibrance to 14%, to bring back original colors.
That is how you can see the detail in the leaves and the wood grain in the collapsed barn -and almost a three dimensional image, as if standing where I took the photo.
A gentle reminder about copyright and intellectual property-
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This week 18 Aug. - 24 Aug. our theme is:
~~~~~ Creative Framing ~~~~~
Art Week Gallery Theme ~ Creative Framing ~
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Blick vom Theater zum Tetrapylon und auf die arabische Zitadelle auf dem Hügel
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"Wenn es eines Beleges für Rang und Wirkungsmacht der Bilder bedarf, dann ist es das Scheitern vieler Versuche, mit ihrer Zerstörung auch die Ideen zu zerschlagen, deren Symbole sie sind.
Mit der zweiten Zerstörung Palmyras werden die IS-Terroristen die Erinnerung an seine antike Kultur nicht tilgen können. Aber sie können sich ihrer Identität als Verächter der menschlichen Zivilisation versichern. So wie sie dies beinahe täglich mit ihren Massakern an Frauen und Kindern beweisen. Es sind zwei Seiten einer Medaille."
(Auszug aus DIE WELT)
Recollection from a previous holiday. Sadly this Bruno is no longer with us. A loyal and handsome dog (with a mind of his own at times..!) and a very good friend.
Another view of Sandstone falls on the Black River. It being the only fall I could get to on this trip I spent a lot of time with it even though it's not that spectacular. This shot is handheld.
RECOLLECTION:
"...И голос сиплый мой сплетаем с ветром
Терзаючи с надрывом струны сфер возносит требу:
"- Ты нас на свет привёл по облику и образу своя
И простирается над мною длань твоя,
И отворяя в этот мир глаза..."
Finished the work of 2018
After participating in several competitions this year
Slowly find the creative feeling
I am very happy to have some awards.
After starting to play lego again in 2014
Maintain a happy and playful attitude
I would also like to ask you a lot more next year.
Happy to play LEGO
Playing LEGO happy
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4P8bwoCyRzc
Mimozami jesień się zaczyna,
Złotawa, krucha i miła.
To ty, to ty jesteś ta dziewczyna,
Która do mnie na ulicę wychodziła.
Od twoich listów pachniało w sieni,
Gdym wracał zdyszany ze szkoły,
A po ulicach w lekkiej jesieni
Fruwały za mną jasne anioły.
Mimozami zwiędłość przypomina
Nieśmiertelnik żółty - październik.
To ty, to ty, moja jedyna,
Przychodziłaś wieczorem do cukierni.
Z przemodlenia, z przeomdlenia senny,
W parku płakałem szeptanymi słowy.
Młodzik z chmurek prześwitywał jesienny,
Od mimozy złotej - majowy.
Ach, czułymi, przemiłymi snami
Zasypiałem z nim gasnącym o poranku,
W snach dawnymi bawiąc się wiosnami,
Jak tą złota, jak tą wonną wiązanką.
Julian Tuwim
With the lilacs the autumn comes, pearly,
and golden, and brittle, and sweet.
It is you, it is you, are that girlie,
who would often run to meet me in the street.
Your letters’ scent through the hall came floating,
when I, breathless, from schoolroom would come,
and down the streets in that gentle autumn
bright angels would follow me home.
Now the wilting mimosas foretell,
yellow immortelles’ month– October.
- You, you, are that one darling girl,
to the milk-bar, at dusk, would come over.
I, by swooning and praying made sleepy,
in the park wept whispered words in a daze.
Autumn moon shone, among the clouds slipping,
but with the golden mimosas –seemed May’s.
Ah, with dreams so pleasant and tender,
When he faded, I at dawn would lie dozing,
Dreaming springtimes now many years ended,
springs like this golden, this sweet-scented posy.
translated by Marcel Weyland
Bielik zwyczajny
(Haliaeetus albicilla)
There were a pair of them in the area I stayed. I kept seeing them soaring high over the sea. Like all the birds in the Archipelago they are very wary of people. I took several hundred pictures of them but all from a long distance which resulted in only few keepers.
Pictured just two months after entering service, ARRIVA Buses Wales Gemini 2DL 4485 - CX61 CDO is seen in Llandudno working route 12 to Rhyl Bus Station. This bus and several of its sisters transferred to Arriva North West last week.
“Kur vaikystėje buvo žiema,
Kur paliko po šerkšno karoliais
Po speigu su žandų rausvuma.
Ten, kur lapės per sniegą link grobio,
Ten kur pėdos per šviečiantį lauką
Kad primerkęs - pridengęs akis,
Kai saulėkaita šaldančiai žaidžia
Ir klimpsti į metrines pusnis.” (LT)
But for those first affections,
Those shadowy recollections,
Which, be they what they may,
Are yet the fountain light of all our day,
Are yet a master light of all our seeing;
Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make
Our noisy years seem moments in the being
Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake,
To perish never;
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
This week I am going to post the same chrysanthemums in different poses to the accompaniment of Wordsworth's Ode on
INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD (1803-6)
A most beautiful poem full of quotes we all know. Somehow have heard. Have crept into common useage. I hope you like the series.
PLEASE BEAR WITH ME I AM COMPLETELY OVERWHELMED BY TRANSLATIONS BUT I DID WANT TO COMPLETE THE WORDSWORTH SERIES. FORGIVE ME IF I AM NOT THE BEST COMMENTATOR FOR THE NEXT COUPLE OF DAYS. LOTS OF LOVE TO YOU ALL xxxxx