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On April 17, 1945, in the final days of World War II, General Devers of the United States Army gave the order for the city to be attacked by artillery. The city was saved by John Jay McCloy, who asked permission to request the unconditional surrender of the city before the attack. McCloy's mother had visited Rothenburg before the war and told her of the town's medieval beauty, so McCloy was reluctant to destroy it. The German regional commander refused the offer, but Major Thömmes, commanding the German troops in the town, ignored this order and surrendered the town.
"Yesterday, at midnight, I went down
in the small square where I met you.
A statue that saw me, remembered me
and he did not refuse to listen to my pain.
And I talked to him about you and me
and his eyes were getting wet and weeping.
I told him about your behavior and for your other,
your unforgivable big mistakes.
And then, oh my God, I started crying
that the dawn found me a rag.
We proceeded with the statue to the road,
he wiped my eyes and we parted..."
*A beautiful, old greek song
from the LP "O dromos" (The road), 1969.
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Nature refuses to be involved in such suicidal practices :-)
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Taking photos of Cleo is beginning to get more difficult again. September arrived and she thought it was time to switch to hibernation mode although during the day it has still beeen summery warm. Hibernation mode means that she moves even less than usual and prefers to sleep in the darkest corners of the house. She hasn't moved into the basement yet but that is likely to happen in the near future. When I took this photo she was lying on her cushion in the living room and refused to move to a place with more light.
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Black Redstart, Manchester.
0850.18.12.2020
This is another image I created by moving a refuse bin in order to get the road to appear black/red. This little tactic attracted a few comments on a previous image and I got couple of private messages about the image too. I would have liked to have taken a picture of the wider environment at the time but sadly I do not have a wide angle lens and I have refused to adopt modern culture by adopting a mobile phone. Whilst the mobile phone is a great invention I very much subscribe to the Christopher Hitchens view of cell phones in his alternative 8th commandment (Google it). I managed however to find an image of the location on the internet and I have provided a link below. Whereas most of my images were taken in the back street the red road images were taken on the main road at the junction with the back street. I simply dragged the bin out into better light. I think in this image the bin was sitting on a narrow pavement so instead of blocking traffic I was blocking pedestrians. Whilst it is a little cheeky of me, it is surprising how accommodating the public including car users can be once they realise what you are doing. I was not over the moon with this image but a friend requested a large print of it so I emailed it to him and he informs me it is stunning...just shows I'm a bad judge...or maybe he is....all subjective in the end!
www.bing.com/images/search?view=detailV2&ccid=PflACnx...
PS if anyone would like to send me a cell phone for Christmas I will happily express my anger at it...please make sure it has a good camera in it. Init!
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Created for the macro group, "Looking close...on Friday!"
This weeks theme is "Bicycle."
How could I refuse?
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In which my garden robins refuse to indulge in Christmas spirit and share.
We're Here: Christmas Dysfunction
Peanut refuses to go in the dog house.
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The coastline around Bishop Rock, Cape Paterson.
As soon as I saw this magnificent coastline and the amazing beach and rock formations, I thought I have to get down there. I sent the intrepid Sherpa in front to see if he could find a way down. Next thing I knew he was waving up at me from the beach below. I left the eye-rolling daughter half way up as she refused to go any further (bad mother endangering her child's life and all that) so I scampered and slid down the cliff face to get to the bottom. It was deserted and beautiful.
Despite this, I really wasn't happy with any of the shots I got which was disappointing. I just couldn't get a composition I was happy with. So you will have to admire it from afar!
Stack of old magazines and sales catalogs, ready for the refuse and then be reincarnated as new pages.
In the field next to where I live, all the wildflowers have come and gone, the seed pods have opened and emptied and the grasses dried.
But this one little bush....not taller than a foot....is holding out and here enjoying some late afternoon sun.
The leaves stubbornly refuse to let go even as their color drains and the winter chill sets in.
I really admire that audacity. :-)
I've some company staying with me, and then some more coming on Friday for a few days, then my son arrives on the 15th.
Which is to say I've not been on Flickr that much and have missed a lot of your photos. And will be missing more.
My regrets, my apology.
After being shut out the night before by a stubborn storm that refused to break up over Jasper National Park, we had our fingers crossed as we headed back to Maligne Lake the following morning. We all seemed pretty happy with our blue hour shots, but as sunrise approached, it really began to look like we might not see the sun at all that day. I think we had all resigned ourselves to the fact that we were looking at another completely gray day when I glanced up an noticed the faintest wisp of pink on one of the clouds. Sure enough, the sun broke through just enough to throw some fleeting color across the the clouds that were continuing to roll in from the West. I think Tom and I are the ones in our group who really have a problem standing still during moments like this. Both of us went off in all directions at once, and both of us had two camera bodies for just such an occasion. Leaving my D800 on the tripod, I took off running with my D750 and cranked up the ISO a bit while I looked for other comps in addition to what I was getting down at the lakeside.
As I was racing back to my spot in front of the boat house, this puddle caught my eye and I spent the next few minutes trying to shoot if from several different angles with the 14-24. There have been times where I have doubted my run and gun approach, but I usually reserve it for situations where I feel like I've got a decent shot on the tripod before setting of to see what I might be missing maybe just a few steps away. If I had stayed camped out where I was I would have missed this particular shot along with quite a few others. We ALL gave in to temptation two nights before when we had a perfectly good view of the late afternoon sun up at the Opabin Prospect, but curiosity got the better of us and we full out RAN back up the trail to get more shots of the larches behind us. So I think there is something to be said for making sure you KEEP MOVING once you believe you have a decent shot...especially when you might only have another few minutes of good light.
This being said, it helps to be able to TRUST the guys who you are shooting next to. Maybe leaving the camera on the tripod while you run like a maniac in all directions should be reserved for those times when you actually know the people around you...or you might not have a camera when you get back. :)
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Ana tossed her belongings hastily into her hat box and suitcase, shoving clothes and trinkets into place without much care. The morning rush left her little time for neatness. Her music blared from the record player, the beat sharp and loud, a deliberate wall of sound to keep Maddy from barging in with questions or complaints. The grey phantom toad, her peculiar companion, sat balanced on the spinning vinyl itself, blinking slowly as it turned with the record, watching her frenzy with eerie calm.
She huffed as she knelt to close her suitcase, bouncing on top of it until the latch finally snapped shut. The hat box wobbled in her hand, threatening to spill open with the last-minute things she had thrown inside—scarves, quills, even a half-finished sketch rolled haphazardly. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to smooth it down, though the effort was mostly wasted.
“Right, that’s it,” she muttered to herself, voice half drowned by the music.
Snatching her suitcase handle, she cut the record short with a sharp flick, sending the phantom toad leaping off the vinyl with a disgruntled croak. It clung stubbornly to the edge of her hat box as if it refused to be left behind. Ana rolled her eyes but allowed it, too pressed for time to argue with the creature.
The clock on the wall reminded her how little time she had left. Her heart gave a nervous leap. Gathering everything, she dashed out the door, the echo of her shoes on the floorboards matching the quick rhythm of her pulse.
The morning air hit her like a rush of cold water as she stepped outside, weaving through the busy street with her luggage bumping along behind her. Each step brought her closer to King’s Cross Station, closer to the hidden barrier between platforms nine and ten. She could already imagine the scarlet steam engine waiting beyond, the crowd of witches and wizards bustling, owls hooting in their cages, the mingled smell of smoke and sweets in the air.
Platform Nine and Three-Quarters awaited, and Ana was determined not to miss it.
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