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Die DB letzten 143er vor Güterzügen fuhren in Deutschland nur noch auf der Relation Braunschweig-Seelze.
Die 143 250 bekam ich an diesen Tag gleich 3 x!
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Bonjour.
Un bon moment revient maintenant.
Comment s'est passée votre relation avec votre mère ?
Notre plus précieuse mère, la planète Terre ?
La relation a-t-elle été cordiale, gentille, collaborative ?
Avez-vous souhaité moins et partagé plus ?
Ou vous avez toujours cherché le dernier modèle de ce qui semble briller devant vous,
alors qu'il y a peu de temps ce qui pour vous brillait,
ne brille plus, maintenant des tas au sommet de la montagne de ferraille
ou flotte maintenant sans but,
polluait les mers ?
Comment méditez-vous ? De quelle manière ?
Méditez-vous en vidant votre espirit ?
Ou méditez-vous en apprenant à remplir votre esprit de ce qui compte ?
Comment s'est passée votre relation avec la précieuse mère ? La planète Terre !
Nous sommes au moment de la renaissance de la vie à Noël.
Un bon moment pour renouveler notre façon de méditer,
à votre avantage.
Et alors ? Comment s'est passée votre relation avec votre mère ?
Voulez moins et partagez plus !
Souviens-vous de la mer,
souviens-vous des montagnes,
souviens-vous des forêts,
souviens-vous de votre ville,
souviens-vous de votre précieuse mère,
souviens-vous de toi !
Nous sommes arrivés à Noël.
Mes amis(es)
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Ivan
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Hello.
A good time is coming back now.
How has been your relationship with your mother ?
Our most precious mother, the planet Earth ?
Has been the relationship collaborative ?
Have you wished less and you shared more ?
Or you have always searched for the latest model of what seems to shine in front of you,
while a short time ago what for you shone no longer shines,
now heaps on top of scrap mountain or now floats aimlessly, polluted the seas ?
How do you meditate ? In what way ?
Do you meditate while emptying your mind ?
Or do you meditate as you learn to fill your mind with what matters ?
How has been your relationship with the precious mother ? The earth !
We are at the time of the rebirth of life at Christmas.
A good time to renew our way of meditating,
to your advantage.
So ? How has been your relationship with your mother ?
Want less and share more !
Remember of the sea,
remember of the mountains,
remember of the forests,
remember of your city,
remember of your precious mother,
remember of yourself !
We arrived at Christmas !
My friends
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Ivan
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These artwork conflicts at times with our ideas of how art should look like; of how it meets the observer' s expectations. Clearly this art does not respond to the sciences of the Art Academies, does not imitate the real world, nor does it use conventional perspectives.
Mirit Ben-Nun transmits her inner world and its sounds, giving rise to an infinite number of artistic compositions, springs of dreams, an assortment of realities and perhaps her 'Unreality.
Her art is connected to her life and the real world, it is a back and forth between herself and the spectator. Her thoughts are expressed in a unique style and approach.
Mirit Ben-Nun's art usually exists independently of reality, she even dares to move it away. Her aggressiveness in the use of primary colors along with bright tones, reveal Her autonomy in relation to shapes. The lines, the points and the forms do not try to imitate reality but rather give each work a unique importance showing the emotional charge of the artist.The artist has a spirit of rebellion, new ideas, trying to overcome without seeking perfection, just looking for expression. Through her work she explores personal identity trying to redefine the art itself. Its purpose is to describe and illustrate or to reproduce the world and the nature of human civilization, focusing primarily on the dominant exposure of the expressive function.His art is made by an artist that reflects the complex problems that shape our diverse, global and rapidly changing world, trying to redefine art.
Dora Woda
This collaborative performance at the 37th Venice Biennale in 1976 was the firs ins a series of relation works that would form this portfolio with the same title. Abramovic and Ulay repeatedly ran toward one another, their naked bodies colliding at ever-increasing speed. Using their bodies to explore the potential and failings within the male-female dualism, they pushed physical and mental limits, their stamina often determining the performance’s length.
While Dot spotting yesterday I chanced upon this drone patrolling up and down the River frontage.
The local Gulls and especially an Oyster Catcher were not best pleased about it and were making a heck of a din while dive-bombing the intruder
I've only seen the odd one from a distance so I sought out the 'pilot' standing not too far away and got chatting.
Funded under a joint scheme by the local Council and a Government initiative it's being used in relation to the local Gull population and also some COVID19 'Social Distancing' monitoring.
For both uses, the drone is equipped with an AF (Audio Feed) system where the operator can either invoke Gull 'distress' calls to try and disperse them or for the latter, various voice commands can be activated so as to remotely advise any groups or individuals of the error of their ways and suggest appropriate actions.
This was just a practice run for an initial three month trial and in my book, the jury is out as whether it will be effective.
Time will tell.
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This collaborative performance at the 37th Venice Biennale in 1976 was the firs ins a series of relation works that would form this portfolio with the same title. Abramovic and Ulay repeatedly ran toward one another, their naked bodies colliding at ever-increasing speed. Using their bodies to explore the potential and failings within the male-female dualism, they pushed physical and mental limits, their stamina often determining the performance’s length.
No relation to the European operation of same name the AOE was a luxury landcruise that ran in the US (and briefly Mexico) between 1994 and 2008 that operated to varied itineraries. This was the only occasion I ever saw it, with the passengers enjoying a cold and very wet day in Glacier National Park. Amtrak provided the power, which this day was a P40 & P42.
Matthew Cooper and I (no relation) have been doing this Disney photography thing since 2010, except on different coasts, and in different Parks. He and I were both into HDR images in Disney Parks way early on. I always thought he and I were of equal quality yet each of us has slightly different looks...From my point of view, Matt's work is clean and crisp and technically superb with those trademark stars. I tend to like details and lightplay and texture, particularly on pathways, and we both enjoy creative compositions...
I started the HDR journey by reading books and watching videos, trying different HDR sofware methods and eventually settling on mixing and masking layers and exposures manually as needed. Lately, luminosity masks have become a big part of my routine.
Having recently joined the IDP team of admins, I have enjoyed getting to know everyone and sharing my Disneyland photography experiences with them. Matthew and Sean recently made it out here to Disneyland on separate trips, and I was able to meet up briefly with them both for a couple hours in the Parks.
Matthew and I thought it would be nifty if we could shoot and process similar shots side by side. This is the first...the classic front view of Sleeping Beauty Castle. For reference, my Canon 5DIII is mounted on a fully extended tripod. Mathew's Nikon 810 is mounted on a collapsed tripod directly below mine.
For my image, I already knew from experience that my camera was not as light sensitive as the 810 and I would probably need more exposures and higher ISO for my final image. I ended up shooting 5 base exposures at ISO 200, f/9, with a 14mm Rokinon manual lens. I shot some additional images at ISO 400 and ISO 800 of the sky and to use for masking out various people as they gathered in front of the castle. I used a total of 8 images to make the final product, merged by manually masking them together and some liminosity masking. It should be noted that photos of this particular castle are a challenge to edit due to the extremely hot and colorful lighting, and the usually overcast skies that can be terribly affected by light pollution in the urban environment that Disneyland occupies....
Close relation to the car in the previous picture, these Accords seem to have pretty much gone now. Most of those hanging on are looking very rough, although this one didn't look bad at all.
Excerpt from rbg.ca:
Morphecore Prototype by Daito Manabe
b. 1976, Japan
Lives and works in Tokyo, Japan
Daito Manabe’s work presents an endlessly dancing digital figure, continuously morphing into new shapes, moving beyond any logic of physics or laws of the universe. Extracted from MRI scans of the artist’s brain, raw brainwave data is translated into digital movement that manipulates and choreographs Manabe’s 3D-scanned human body, alongside visual noises and glitches generated by distracting thoughts in the brain. The work thus presents a new potential relation between the brain and the body, emphasizing the ability of the mind to move into the infinite, while the body is still bound to physical limitations of motion, gravity, volume, shape, and form.
Daito Manabe is an artist, programmer, and DJ. His works branch into a variety of fields and take a new approach to everyday materials and phenomena. His practice is informed by careful observation and a quest to discover and elucidate the essential potentialities inherent to the human body, data, programming, computers, and other phenomena, thus probing the interrelations and boundaries delineating the analog and the digital, the real and the virtual.
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Berowald Innes had had a lot of time to think as he walked. After all it had been a long journey since he left his ship on the south coast, run up on the shingle beach before it could sink with a large hole in the bow. He knew it had been foolhardy to see how far he could sail with his eyes shut. But that was the sort of idiotic thing he did when he was young, as a means of establishing how far he could push the limits when he was exploring the world. It was a crazy idea. His inertial sense of direction was not as good as he thought it might be. He had lots of mad ideas at that age, and the excitement of self-discovery was irresistible to him.
But now it seemed he had been walking north for so long, seemingly almost back to the start of time and dinosaurs, he thought. Yet he knew the year was 1160. Even now more random thoughts fed through his head as he ambled along the rough path through the Secret Valley. He always hated walking on limestone, unless it was finely crushed. But here it was the lumps of white rock you find that had been eroded from the landscape above him and had rolled and washed into the bottom of the deepening ravine where he trod. In parts the path had become a stream, rainwater and snow melt funnelled into the vee of the valley and he cursed as he tripped and stumbled on the uneven stones, slipping on the edges worn smooth by the feet of passing traveller’s, horses and cattle. Now it was drizzling too, making him cold and damp. And to add to his woes the cheap cape and boots he had bought in Rocester further down the Limestone Way were already falling apart. The trader had promised the boots were waterproof but already his feet were cold and wet, and the rabbit skin pelt around the hood was falling apart. Each time the wind blew the side of the hood against his cheek bits of the poorly tanned fur stuck to the moisture of his mouth leaving him spitting and wiping at his lips to remove the soft hairs. Again he chided himself. The woman who saw him haggling over the items with the stall owner in the market had rudely interjected that the products were shit and he shouldn’t hand over any money. But, as he tripped over another lump of limestone, he admitted to himself he had foolishly ignored her advice. Thank god she wasn’t around to see herself proven right. But why did he always think he knew better?
He had almost forgotten about the small grey mutt that tracked him. She had been tracing a path higher up the slope, parallel to him up on the right hand, snout to the ground as she sought scents, but suddenly he heard her sharp bark. It pulled his mind back to the here and now and he raised his eyes to focus on the route ahead to see what made her shout her warning to him. The little schnauzer had spotted a group of five wild ponies, long manes and tails waving in the wind. Their heads were erect, looking towards him. Stood proudly at the front, in defence of the group, stood a magnificent white stallion. Behind, a beautiful white mare peered over his shoulders whilst two brown and one grey female stood gathered behind.
The sight of them took him by surprise. He had walked hundreds of miles and his feet were weary. His knees ached. And he so badly wanted to bathe in piping hot water and have a close shave. He deserved a rest. But now he was in a remote valley, and ….he swivelled round, eyes scanning the skyline to check for anyone else....he could grab one of the ponies and save his legs. But first he needed to consult where he was. You could very quickly find yourself hanged, drawn and quartered if convicted of stealing some lord's animals, so he better check who they might belong to first. Rooting around under his coat he felt the folded parchment and pulled out the battered old Anglo Saxon map. It was ancient and filthy and hadn't been updated with the latest castles, roads and walls but his index finger soon traced the line between Rocester (or Rowcestre as the old monks still referred to it as) and the Norman tower at Castleton. Something in the back of his mind reminded him these were the lands of the baron, William Peveril the Younger. And these would be his ponies he surmised. Yes, reading the landscape in relation to the map in his hands, he reckoned he was about to enter Cave Dale and soon he should see Peveril Castle below.
"OK!", he thought. "My feet are hurting so much on these blasted chunks of limestone, I shall take a pony and if confronted say that I am borrowing it to rest my feet until we get across to Lose Hill and there I shall set it free again, still in Peveril's lands. But of course if I get as far as Lose Hill I shall keep the mare until I reach my journey's end in Morayshire, more than 500 miles to the north. But,...…. hey-ho! Still seeing what I can get away with!", he thought. "Incorrigible. Or just downright baaaad!"
But surely he couldn't get into too much trouble anyway? He had stopped to chat to travellers coming the opposite way last evening and heard that King Malcolm IV of Scotland had just stayed at Peveril castle a few days earlier. And lo and behold it was only the same great man that had bestowed the Lands of Innes on himself, Berowald!!! He had never met the king himself but the Royal Charter had reached him when he put his ship into port in Flanders. It was his reward for his prowess shown in sea battles against troublesome French forces in the Bay of Biscay. And now he had a title! "Yay! Berowald!! The first Innes of Innes! But first he had to travel to the north of Scotland to take up his title and oversee his lands. At this rate it might take him a month!
He decided. Looking directly to the stallion he connected eye to eye, and after a pause moved quietly and confidently towards him. The pony stood stock still until Berowald suddenly leapt to grab a firm hold of his mane. He bolted immediately rushing to go by his left side but it was exactly the move Berowald wanted to help swing him up onto the ponies back. But he turned and raced downhill into the gorge of Cave Dale. Woah, what a mad ride, terrifying as the pony cantered down the rough path of limestone chunks, with no reins, saddle or stirrups to keep him on the pony but once again he did that crazy thing and closed his eyes, just knowing this could only end in disaster.
It might have lasted ten seconds, perhaps twenty, may be even thirty. It made no difference. The pain came just as suddenly. He tried to read the ponies direction through his knees, feel the shifting forces, adjust his centre of gravity but he knew he had lost the fight when he suddenly became weightless and wondered briefly how great the agony would be. Or would he just slowly fade after some body breaking impact and never................
He crashed hard, the air of life crushed out of him. He could not breathe, his body in spasm from the collision with the ground. He gasped for breath but his diaphram would not allow air to enter his lungs as he rolled on the cold wet grass bank fighting to draw breath. It came eventually as he overcame the feeling of dying and he was able to look around and take stock of his situation. He felt sore especially through his ribcage but testing his arms and legs he was relieved to find nothing seemed to be broken. However his head was muzzy and putting his hand on his scalp brought a sharp pain and left blood on his fingers. But he saw the white stallion stood further down Cave Dale and his dog trotted over to nuzzle her whiskers on his face and check he was still alive.
Gradually he sat up. And then he heard laughter from above and behind him. He looked round and up, eyes rising up the cliff face and then onto the stone walls of the Norman castle. Three faces peered down from the crenelated top. And a raucous feminine voice yelled out. "Ha! Ye try an' steal my ride, ye bastard!" in a most uncouth manner. "Who the feck are ye?"
Berowald was most taken aback. "Well....well...." he stammered. " I am....I am Berowald. First Innes of the Inneses and baron of the lands of Morayshire". And gathering some fortitude, retorted in a style he thought she might understand,, "And who the feck are ye?"
Well, she scowled down at him, "I am the porter of this castle and I have two watchmen here, and I saw ye try to steal my horse, for which I shall punish thee, ye entitled bastard baron!" And with that the faces disappeared from the castle top.
Shaken from his fall off the steed and bewildered by the strange challenge from above he started to stagger unsteadily back to the path through Cave Dale, below the castle.
But once again he was surprised to hear a shout from behind, and turning saw to his horror, the three from the castle running down the slope full tilt towards him. Between the two burly looking henchmen he now saw the female porter, somewhat weird with her minxy little figure, rushing, screaming and spitting entitled, class hatred obscenities at him. He recoiled as the big men grabbed his arms and held him fast as the toxic female confronted him face to face. "So, I have my next victim!" she cawed like a banshee."Take him to the tower!"
His feet barely touched the ground as the henchmen gripped him from either side and forcibly took him up the slope. Resistance was futile and even if he broke away he reckoned the female porter following behind would wrestle him to the floor. He had noted her well toned build and strong shoulders and, whilst an intereeesting thought, wasn't sure he could beat her in a grapple on the ground.
Once through the castle doors he was pushed towards the spiral staircase and a couple of firm hands between his shoulder blades propelled him upwards. Berowald assumed he was being taken to the upper halls but at each level he was shoved onto the next upward spiralling staircase until they arrived out on the top of the tower overlooking Cave Dale and the surrounding Hope Valley. He saw the white stallion far below and his little grey dog howled and yelped, abandoned below the castle walls Turning to face his captors he tried to read the situation, and didn't give much thought to the contraption positioned out over one corner of the square tower. 'She' arrived on the tower top and he backed away, until he could retreat no more, up against the wall surrounding the castle top. she had a smile on her face which he found unnerving. She had power. She knew she was in control. He was at her mercy.
She didn't even speak before the two thugs she called watchmen, stepped forward and clasped their hands around his arms and walked him across to the other corner of the tower: the one upon which the contraption sat. It was constructed out of wood, laths of beech and thin sheets of board. It had a few wrought iron parts but was largely help together with leather bonds, an assembly of heavy duty kites. One of the watchmen reached to stand the contraption vertical on its tail, pushing the baron back against it. He had no idea what was happening, transfixed by the threatening stance of the female porter in front of him, so that it was too late when he realised his wrists were quickly tied with leather thongs to the strange contraption. And when they bent to tie his ankles and bind his thighs to it he looked down and around with increasing fear to work out what sort of torture she had planned for him.
"Ha!" she cackled. "Ye, steal my horse. And now ye shall pay! Marko, face the plank out over the edge" And with that Marko and the other watchman flipped the contraption round so that it, with Berowald fixed to its underside hung out off the highest part of the castle. Fear turned to terror, as he saw the rocks and ground below .
"Nooooo!" he howled. "What do you want? I didn't steal your horse. Please! Please, don't hurt me! Please tell me what you want!"
"Haha!" she cackled yet again, " I want to play with thee, my little guinea pig! Marko, …..Anders.... Ready???..... On my order, push him off the wall!"
"Push!!" she yelled!!
Berowald, 1st Innes of Innes did all he could do and screwed his eyes shut. He whimpered and screamed "Noooooo!" as he felt the board tilt forwards and down and then a rush of wind. He flailed with his arms and legs, fighting against the bindings that held him to the construction. They gave a bit but all that happened was that the boards hinged and flapped, faster as he became more frantic in the few seconds before he was dashed on the rocks below.
But he wriggled and fought, kicked and flapped with more strength than he thought he could ever muster and awaited the final impact that would crush all life from his body. But, but he kicked out, legs and knees getting tired, flapped, shoulders and elbows stretched and torn with pain, but no life ending crash. Not this second or the next.
Sheer terror forced his firmly closed eyes open......ground below, speeding forward, a racket of flapping panels and boards about him, a white pony, small against the gorge, a little grey dog running along to keep up, small houses, a town below...Oh my Lord!!! He was flying like a bird!!!! And looking back towards the castle through the thrash of his flapping arms and legs he saw the female porter standing on the top of the fortress tower, a huge beaming smile on her face.
He crash landed for the second time in the last hour in a muddy field beyond Castleton. He was so relieved to be alive and even without any serious injury that it was some time before Berowald, 1st Innes of Innes and baron of the lands of Morayshire, appreciated that he had become the first man to fly and survive. Icarus had failed when he flew too close to the sun, and his wings made of wax, melted. But Berowald made his mark in history a full 743 years before the Wright Brothers.
OK, then, that was a load of shit. But some of it is factually correct.
Those who wish to be
Must put aside the alienation
Get on with the fascination
The real relation
The underlying theme.
Neil Peart
in relation to my previous image...
You can interpret the titles and the images as you wish but I think the general concept about love in the 2 images is quite clear...
It's not something that is affecting me right now but something I faced a while ago, I'm sure it's something many of us can identify with.
Speaking of love and all that sappy stuff I miss my love who is in the military at the moment, he'll be coming home soon, that makes me happy :)
(P.SI thought it was interesting how images from the same session could look so different with different color treatments/outfits and expression (pardon the lack of facial expression in the previous image)
(another thing, notice how much I love this window? I'm sorry but I do love the way the light makes everything glow... I promise to use it less often, but it's still really tempting)
La relation du château à ses habitants, du château à ses meubles, c’est également ce qui dicte le service imaginé par Raoul Marek pour la salle à manger. Un château est un lieu de prestige, on y reçoit pour les banquets. Raoul Marek a fait revivre cette dimension en concevant un service de 150 couverts, à l’effigie des habitants du village. Chaque set comporte le profil, les initiales et l’empreinte des lignes de la main d’un Oironnais. Une fois par an, depuis 22 ans, les convives se retrouvent pour partager un repas, servi au château, dans la vaisselle de Raoul Marek. Le banquet devient performance et appartient à l’œuvre même. Un moment convivial, qui a contribué à renforcer les liens entre les habitants et le château, à sensibiliser à l’art contemporain un public qui n’en était pas obligatoirement friand. Ce rituel de réactivation de l’œuvre durera aussi longtemps que ceux qui figurent sur les assiettes vivront.
The relationship of the castle to its inhabitants, from the castle to its furniture, is also what dictates the service imagined by Raoul Marek for the dining room. A castle is a place of prestige, we receive for banquets. Raoul Marek revived this dimension by designing a service of 150 seats, in the effigy of the inhabitants of the village. Each set contains the profile, the initials and the imprint of the lines of the hand of an Oironnais. Once a year, for 22 years, the guests meet to share a meal, served at the castle, in the dishes of Raoul Marek. The banquet becomes performance and belongs to the work itself. A convivial moment, which helped to strengthen the bonds between the inhabitants and the castle, to sensitize to contemporary art a public which was not obligatorily fond of it. This ritual of reactivation of the work will last as long as those on the plates will live.
21-fh/final&rmd20
Áo dài is always considered a symbol of traditional Vietnam. A foreign tourist who lands in Vietnam has the opportunity to see a woman dressed in her ao dai. It is about a close-fitting long tunic in light fabric, open on the sides from the waist down, worn over a large pants. It will be surely of speechless admiration facing this incarnate elegance. It is not the clothe that provokes this admiration but rather the relation between the woman, her dress and her culture. However the a'o dài has only a short history. It just dated from 18th century.
Ao Dai- A lasting impression for any visitor to Vietnam is the beauty of Vietnamese women dressed in their Ao Dais. These long flowing dresses worn over loose-fitting trousers are considered to be the national dress of Vietnamese women.
Early versions of the Ao Dai date back to 1744, when men and women to wear a trouser and gown ensemble that buttoned down the front. Although popular, men wore it less often than women, and generally only on ceremonial occasions such as at weddings and funerals. It took another twenty years before the next major design change occurred and nearly another two hundred years before the modern Ao Dai emerged.
The original Ao Dai was loosely tailored with four panels (Ao Tu Than), two of which were tied in the back. In 1930, a Vietnamese fashion designer and writer, Cat Tuong, lengthened the top so it reached the floor. Tuong also fitted the bodice to the curves of the body and moved the buttons from the front to an opening along the shoulder and side seam. As a result of these changes, Ao Dai became a contoured, full-length dress. The dress splits into a front and back panel from the waist down. During the 1950s two tailors in Saigon, Tran Kim of Thiet Lap Tailors and Dung of Dung Tailors, started producing the gowns with raglan sleeves. This created a diagonal seam running from the collar to the underarm and is the preferred style today.
There have been many stylish alterations in color and collar design in the past four decades. Most noticeable is the gradual shortening of the gown's length, such that today, it is usually just below the knee. Variations in the neck collar, between boat and mandarin style, are common. But more adventurous alterations such as low scooped necklines, puffed sleeves, and off-the-shoulder designs are emerging as more women experiment with fashion. Less rigid control over color and access to new fabrics have also created dazzling results. Every Ao Dai is custom-made, accounting for the fit that creates a flattering look for each woman.
It is hard to think of a more elegant, demure and yet sexy outfit, that suits Vietnamese women of all ages than the Ao Dai.
-EXPLORED- Best Position #134
Snowy Egret (Egretta Thula)
Taken with Sigma 50-500mm mounted on a tripod. One of the cool things about the snowy egret is that their beak skin will change color when they are ready to mate. Pink, like the one on the right, signifies that the bird is ready to mate and Yellow signifies that the bird is not (sometimes). I guess the left one is just not in the mood yet.
In relation with: Hétköznapi Hősök temporary exhibition,
4th June 2016 – 10th June 2016
Full project: www.behance.net/gallery/48395069/Exhibition-identity-Htko...
Yuigahama (由比ヶ浜海岸) is a beach near Kamakura, a city in Kanagawa Prefecture, Japan. The relation between the beach and its neighboring areas is complex. Although Yuigahama is legally the entire 3.2 km beach that goes from Inamuragasaki, which separates it from Shichirigahama, to Zaimokuza's Iijima cape, which separates it from Kotsubo and the Miura Peninsula, the name is customarily used to indicate the portion west of the Namerigawa river, while the eastern half is called Zaimokuza Beach (材木座海岸). This is the reason why, although the beach gives its name to only the west part of the beachside community, traces of the name Yuigahama can be found also in Zaimokuza (for example in Moto Hachiman's official name, Yui Wakamiya). The center of Yuigahama came legally into being between 1964 and 1965 and was named after the beach. Today's Yuigahama was until then divided between Zaimokuza, Ōmachi, and Hase.
There are different theories about the origin of the name. According to one it derives from an earlier one, Yuigo (由比郷). According to another it derives from the presence of a cooperative (yui (結)). The name Yui itself has been written in various ways, among them 由井 and 湯井.
During the Kamakura period both the beach and the nearby areas were called Maehama (前浜). The name appears repeatedly in the Azuma Kagami to indicate spots going from Hase to Wakamiya Ōji. It was used to practice martial arts such as Kogasagake (小笠懸) (horseback archery) and yabusame (a horseback archery competition). It became a battlefield in 1180 at the time of the battle against Hatakeyama Shigetada, and again in 1333 for the fight between Nitta Yoshisada and the defense forces of the Hōjō. Lastly, it became a battleground in 1416 during Uesugi Zenshū's rebellion. Human bones of the era are still occasionally found during excavations. It is on this beach that Nichiren, the founder of the Buddhist Nichiren sect, was put on a boat to be taken to Katase and ordered to be executed.
The beach was considered sacred ground to the Minamoto clan and, before visiting shrines in Izu or Hakone, the shōgun would always purify his body here.
Yuigahama - Wikipedia
Beaches of Kamakura (japan-guide.com)
Yuigahama (由 比 ヶ 浜 海岸) es una playa cerca de Kamakura, una ciudad en la prefectura de Kanagawa, Japón. La relación entre la playa y sus áreas vecinas es compleja. Aunque Yuigahama es legalmente toda la playa de 3,2 km que va desde Inamuragasaki, que la separa de Shichirigahama, hasta el cabo Iijima de Zaimokuza, que la separa de Kotsubo y la península de Miura, el nombre se usa habitualmente para indicar la parte al oeste del río Namerigawa. mientras que la mitad oriental se llama Playa Zaimokuza (材 木 座 海岸). Esta es la razón por la que, aunque la playa da su nombre solo a la parte oeste de la comunidad junto a la playa, también se pueden encontrar rastros del nombre Yuigahama en Zaimokuza (por ejemplo, en el nombre oficial de Moto Hachiman, Yui Wakamiya). El centro de Yuigahama se creó legalmente entre 1964 y 1965 y recibió su nombre de la playa. El Yuigahama de hoy estaba dividido hasta entonces entre Zaimokuza, Ōmachi y Hase.
Existen diferentes teorías sobre el origen del nombre. Según uno, se deriva de uno anterior, Yuigo (由 比 郷). Según otro, se deriva de la presencia de una cooperativa (yui (結)). El nombre de Yui en sí se ha escrito de varias formas, entre ellas 由 井 y 湯 井.
Durante el período Kamakura, tanto la playa como las áreas cercanas se llamaban Maehama (前 浜). El nombre aparece repetidamente en Azuma Kagami para indicar lugares que van desde Hase hasta Wakamiya Ōji. Se usó para practicar artes marciales como Kogasagake (小 笠 懸) (tiro con arco a caballo) y yabusame (una competición de tiro con arco a caballo). Se convirtió en un campo de batalla en 1180 en el momento de la batalla contra Hatakeyama Shigetada, y nuevamente en 1333 para la pelea entre Nitta Yoshisada y las fuerzas de defensa de los Hōjō. Por último, se convirtió en un campo de batalla en 1416 durante la rebelión de Uesugi Zenshū. Los huesos humanos de la época todavía se encuentran ocasionalmente durante las excavaciones. Es en esta playa donde Nichiren, el fundador de la secta budista Nichiren, fue subido a un bote para ser llevado a Katase y ordenada su ejecución.
La playa se consideraba terreno sagrado para el clan Minamoto y, antes de visitar los santuarios en Izu o Hakone, el shōgun siempre purificaba su cuerpo aquí.
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It is said that one's IQ can be off by as much as 5 points, plus or minus in relation to the test result.
Yuigahama (由比ヶ浜海岸) is a beach near Kamakura, a city in Kanagawa Prefecture, Japan. The relation between the beach and its neighboring areas is complex. Although Yuigahama is legally the entire 3.2 km beach that goes from Inamuragasaki, which separates it from Shichirigahama, to Zaimokuza's Iijima cape, which separates it from Kotsubo and the Miura Peninsula, the name is customarily used to indicate the portion west of the Namerigawa river, while the eastern half is called Zaimokuza Beach (材木座海岸). This is the reason why, although the beach gives its name to only the west part of the beachside community, traces of the name Yuigahama can be found also in Zaimokuza (for example in Moto Hachiman's official name, Yui Wakamiya). The center of Yuigahama came legally into being between 1964 and 1965 and was named after the beach. Today's Yuigahama was until then divided between Zaimokuza, Ōmachi, and Hase.
There are different theories about the origin of the name. According to one it derives from an earlier one, Yuigo (由比郷). According to another it derives from the presence of a cooperative (yui (結)). The name Yui itself has been written in various ways, among them 由井 and 湯井.
During the Kamakura period both the beach and the nearby areas were called Maehama (前浜). The name appears repeatedly in the Azuma Kagami to indicate spots going from Hase to Wakamiya Ōji. It was used to practice martial arts such as Kogasagake (小笠懸) (horseback archery) and yabusame (a horseback archery competition). It became a battlefield in 1180 at the time of the battle against Hatakeyama Shigetada, and again in 1333 for the fight between Nitta Yoshisada and the defense forces of the Hōjō. Lastly, it became a battleground in 1416 during Uesugi Zenshū's rebellion. Human bones of the era are still occasionally found during excavations. It is on this beach that Nichiren, the founder of the Buddhist Nichiren sect, was put on a boat to be taken to Katase and ordered to be executed.
The beach was considered sacred ground to the Minamoto clan and, before visiting shrines in Izu or Hakone, the shōgun would always purify his body here.
Yuigahama - Wikipedia
Beaches of Kamakura (japan-guide.com)
Yuigahama (由 比 ヶ 浜 海岸) es una playa cerca de Kamakura, una ciudad en la prefectura de Kanagawa, Japón. La relación entre la playa y sus áreas vecinas es compleja. Aunque Yuigahama es legalmente toda la playa de 3,2 km que va desde Inamuragasaki, que la separa de Shichirigahama, hasta el cabo Iijima de Zaimokuza, que la separa de Kotsubo y la península de Miura, el nombre se usa habitualmente para indicar la parte al oeste del río Namerigawa. mientras que la mitad oriental se llama Playa Zaimokuza (材 木 座 海岸). Esta es la razón por la que, aunque la playa da su nombre solo a la parte oeste de la comunidad junto a la playa, también se pueden encontrar rastros del nombre Yuigahama en Zaimokuza (por ejemplo, en el nombre oficial de Moto Hachiman, Yui Wakamiya). El centro de Yuigahama se creó legalmente entre 1964 y 1965 y recibió su nombre de la playa. El Yuigahama de hoy estaba dividido hasta entonces entre Zaimokuza, Ōmachi y Hase.
Existen diferentes teorías sobre el origen del nombre. Según uno, se deriva de uno anterior, Yuigo (由 比 郷). Según otro, se deriva de la presencia de una cooperativa (yui (結)). El nombre de Yui en sí se ha escrito de varias formas, entre ellas 由 井 y 湯 井.
Durante el período Kamakura, tanto la playa como las áreas cercanas se llamaban Maehama (前 浜). El nombre aparece repetidamente en Azuma Kagami para indicar lugares que van desde Hase hasta Wakamiya Ōji. Se usó para practicar artes marciales como Kogasagake (小 笠 懸) (tiro con arco a caballo) y yabusame (una competición de tiro con arco a caballo). Se convirtió en un campo de batalla en 1180 en el momento de la batalla contra Hatakeyama Shigetada, y nuevamente en 1333 para la pelea entre Nitta Yoshisada y las fuerzas de defensa de los Hōjō. Por último, se convirtió en un campo de batalla en 1416 durante la rebelión de Uesugi Zenshū. Los huesos humanos de la época todavía se encuentran ocasionalmente durante las excavaciones. Es en esta playa donde Nichiren, el fundador de la secta budista Nichiren, fue subido a un bote para ser llevado a Katase y ordenada su ejecución.
La playa se consideraba terreno sagrado para el clan Minamoto y, antes de visitar los santuarios en Izu o Hakone, el shōgun siempre purificaba su cuerpo aquí.
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