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the buff-streaked chat (Campicoloides bifasciatus)
is a typical bird of the southern africa mountains...here a territorial male found during a mountain walk.
"the singer"
drakensberg mountains,SA
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I was walking along Rue Charlot in the third arrondisement of Paris when I stumbled upon a Sunday morning street market. As I turned the corner I encountered this man, surrounded by a crowd of people gathered to hear him sing Italian opera at Le Lutétia, a sidewalk cafe. He had an amazing voice and held his audience spellbound. I found a table, sat down, ordered myself a glass of French wine, while I watched in awe, as people spontaneously joined in on the familiar lyrics The crowd, presumably neighborhood friends, all gave him an overwhelming ovation, as he well deserved. I must say that this was one of my most memorable moments in Paris. Sometimes you just have to walk, walk and walk with no agenda because you'll never know what happy scenes you might encounter along the way.
I might add, parenthetically, that I have never encountered such a scene in any of my travels throughout Italy, a country I love. In fact, I rarely hear Italian opera, or any opera, being sung or played anywhere in Italy unless, of course, I’ve bought tickets to the opera. Unlike my travels to France, I only encounter pop American music while in Italy.
She was well into the groove and her performance was outstanding at this year's Simmer Down reggae festival at Handsworth Park!
♫ Vincerooooooo!! ♫
A Night at the Opera.
Nessun dorma. By Nymphicus hollandicus (cockatiel)
Nessun dorma. Por Nymphicus hollandicus (cacatúa ninfa)
A Christmas ornament..
Some Christmas lights..
And a bored me, who has the night off :)))
www.youtube.com/watch?v=B0pgC68X6W8
Enjoy your evening xxx
Orchis singe prise à Châteaupanne (près de Montjean sur Loire).
Isaura, minha ajudante.
Depois de chorar demais aqui e lá no blog e no ouvido da Nani, da Kikita e do maridim, ele me deu essa lindinha aÃ. Tem quase 2 meses que ela está aqui me ajudando, mas como Isaura é timida, foi dificil convence lá a tirar uma fotinha! rsrs
E vamô que vamô: lê rê lê rê...
*A Clô está de castigo dentro da caixa, quem mandou ser preguiçosa!
Honoka'a, Hawai'i Island, Hawai’i
Honoka’a Trading and Antiques is a cool non-profit shop that displays charm and nostalgia from a bygone era. This antique Singer sewing machine and oil can was captured on a fresh roll of 35mm film.
Nikon F3 HP | Nikon Nikkor AIS 50mm f/1.2 | Kodak Kodacolor 200
Macaques de Mandchourie ou "Singes des neiges"
Les macaques japonais sont les seuls singes au monde capables de survivre dans des climats si rudes. En hiver, alors que la neige recouvre les montagnes de Jigokudani, ils plongent avec délectation dans les sources thermales, créant un contraste saisissant entre la blancheur glaciale et la vapeur des onsen.
Cette expérience inédite attire chaque année des milliers de visiteurs fascinés par ces primates intelligents et joueurs.
Le parc de Jigokudani Yaen-koen, ouvert en 1964, a été spécialement aménagé pour offrir aux visiteurs l'opportunité d'observer ces singes de près. Les macaques y ont rapidement trouvé refuge, attirés par la chaleur des sources naturelles et la sécurité de cet environnement protégé. Les chercheurs ont découvert que ces bains ne sont pas seulement une question de confort thermique. Ils jouent également un rôle crucial dans la réduction du stress et la cohésion sociale des groupes de singes.
Guy Davis at the Blackdown Beer and Music festival 2016.
I remember the "good old days" when we could actually have a beer festival.
Consonance and dissonance.
I the body would be sharing certain events cached in its data files.
I shall remove the text if anybody feels hurt, offended or humiliated by its contents.
When you sing you begin with Do-Re-Mi:
There are several entertainers that I have met or rather seen in the early stages of my life. As a household with numerous servants and helpers, there was one character even to chase away stray cats. His name is Bhaskaran, but he is called Pakkaran. With his threadlike moustache, whiskers and hairy pinnae, the child viewed him as a tomcat. Pakkaran himself took over the mentioned task, probably because of boredom or out of ailurophobia. In the late evening, he used to roam around the property to hit the poor cats that are peacefully napping. One day he took the child along to demonstrate his prowess, and the child didn't find it amusing.
Yet, the child noticed and admired the talent possessed by some of those servants and helpers. A boy named Prabhakaran was a good singer and an instant poet who created and recited limericks at ease.
In earlier days, there was a character called 'Hanuman Pandaram'. Dressed as a monkey, he once a while visits the palace and some significant households. Have heard that he visits shouting, "Are there any kids who do not listen to parents?", "Are there any kids who do not behave?". If children misbehave, parents threaten that they would call Hanuman Pandaram and hand them over to him. When the child was about two years old, he once saw a big monkey tail protruding out from a nearby gate while he was taken back home from somewhere. Those days, the servants, aides and the workers who serve the household used to address the child with a respectful title "Kochangunnu". On that occasion, he heard one of them shout, "Hide fast, Kochangunnu is coming", and glimpsed a figure with a big tail sneak inside the nearby gate. After a few years, once the child asked his mom about that big-tailed monkey, she wondered how he remembered something that happened when he was too young to memorise. I was not fortunate to see them again as that 'species' later went extinct.
I have watched lots of Kathakali performances, and the child loathed it. Often, he's taken to the periodic performance at Victoria Jubilee Town Hall, probably because he didn't reveal his disinterest. He would be carried on the shoulder by one of those aides to return home, as his dad is keen to watch the whole episode, and the child would be dozy by the time the show gets over.
There were some unique, entertaining visitors whom the child eagerly awaited. One of them is 'Bhagavathar', an entertainer who sings and dances. He acts as a jester too. He entertains the kids in the palace and visits us about once a month. His costume is a mix of traditional and Western. A khaki suit jacket above a white shirt on top and a white dhoti (thar mundu / anthareeyam) below had a tonsured head with a long tuft of hair left on top, folded and tied. He sang songs without any significant meaning and danced in a circular motion, as the kid watch, amused, with a smile. I only remember the line "Manjulangi kunjulangi" of the lyrics. After his performance, he's served lunch, the same food that we have at home. Following the lunch, like a vote of thanks speech, he showers praises on mom and equates her to Goddess Lakshmi (Goddess of Wealth and Beauty).
The other favourite visitor is an old lady. Probably an octogenarian; she's very fair and has snow-white hair. She was the music teacher at Satelmond Palace. I still don't know her real name as I called her 'Gunavati'. Gunavati means a lady with all goodness. Whenever she visits us, as a ritual before leaving, she too spends some time praising mom, and the child usually hears her repeatedly say 'Gunavati'. Initially, he assumed she's calling her Ganapati, the elephant-headed Hindu God. He thought, like Bhagavathar calling her Lakshmi, she's calling her Ganapati until it was cleared and explained by his mom. Gunavati used to cuddle the kid and sing songs meant for girls, so it's evident that her students in Satelmond were girls.
When he was two or three, he was taken to the movie theatres to watch rereleased great old classic movies like 'The Sound of Music, Mary Poppins, Samson and Delilah, and African Safari'. That duty assigned to one of his uncles, who was then in his teens. The very next day after watching 'The Sound of Music' for the first time (I have watched it three more times later), as the child was sitting under a table at home humming 'Do-Re-Mi ', he saw his dad with an amused smile, gesturing to mom to listen.
Once in a while, dad takes the child to the British Library. The child loved the smell of those new books and calmly watched his dad choose the right books, like Super Duck, Plastic Man and Pinocchio. Later, the stories are read aloud by his dad, and the child eagerly peeks at the illustrations in the book and pictures them in his imagination.
There's a large wooden chest at home to store rice and provisions, which also acts as a seat and platform. When the child was four years old, he was made to stand on it one day and dressed in new outfits. Then, both parents happily announced that it would be his first day at school.
At the nursery of Holy Angels Convent, the child found the liveliness interesting but got irritated with those weeping and wailing kids around. The doors, windows and the lower half of the white-washed walls were painted in deep green enamel. The place had a mingled smell of milk, plastic, lacquer and fresh paint. There were brightly coloured cubes and cones, colourfully lacquered rings of different diameters, rocking toy horses and duck boxes, a sandbox with small red pails and spades, and many other toys. Everything fascinated the child, but like at home, he found a window at a corner as his favourite place. It faced a granite wall a few feet away, with a view of some greenery of moss and weeds. More than the toys, he was more interested in watching the ladybirds in the moss-laden wall and the bugs, beetles and butterflies in the plants below. After tasting a strip of peeled green paint from the window, the child was busy till noon, observing the 'wildlife' outside.
He was taken home at lunch break. As in the morning, his beaming parents lifted him to stand on the storage chest and asked him whether he liked the place and want to go there again. He said "Yes" and saw them elated at the reply. But, for the poor kid, his experience at the place was utterly disappointing in the afternoon. All the kids were made to lie down on the floor, on straw mats, and compelled to sleep. Sister Atlee was in charge, and she held a wooden ruler in her hand with which she would tap if anybody raises their head. Sister Atlee looks very much like Oliver Hardy in nun's attire. From the ground zero perspective, the child could see her towering figure holding the ruler in her right hand, like a music conductor with a baton, waving both hands and loudly singing, "Rain, rain go away, little Johnny wants to play".
Exasperated, the child slept quietly in soliloquy singing, Sister Atlee go away; this little kid doesn't want to kip.
The Sound of Music : Do-Re-Mi
Now, please don't miss this: The Sound of a Pandemic .
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Singer Mariah Carey attends the second day of the 14th Annual Capri Hollywood International Film Festival on December 28, 2009 in Capri, Italy. (Photo by D. Venturelli)
When Times Were Good
Merle Haggard
There's a Place, I can go, in my memories,
Back to a life I chose to leave behind
And sometime I still need to remember
When Times were good, and you were mine
I'm still livin' with my reasons for leaving
They must have seemed more important at the time,
Now I only dream about the two of us,
When times were good, and you were mine.
I still have everything that came between us
My old guitar and a weakness for the wine
So tonight I thought I'd write one for the memories
When times were good, and you were mine.
There's a Golden Eagle rollin out of Memphis
And a country singer still caught between the lines
And I know that this old road I'm on will never lead me
Where times were good, and you were mine
I still have everything that came between us
Like My old guitar and this weakness for the wine,
So Tonight I Thought I'd write one for the memories
Where times were good, and you were mine.