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Qui non c'è silenzio, ma pace sì. Il vento increspa l'acqua nera verso di me. Non c'è nessuno in giro. Non si vedono uccelli. Il traffico taglia a metà Hyde Park. Mi arriva alle orecchie come rumore bianco. Passo una mano sulla panchina ma non mi siedo. Come ieri, Come l'altro ieri, resto in piedi finchè non ho più pensieri. Guardo l'acqua della Serpentine". (Vikram Seth, "Una musica costante")
The 40 kilometers of passage to traverse Doubtful Sound reveals amazing sights and weather. Just unbelievable seeing this in the middle of the Antipodean summer. No man-made objects of any kind exist here - no houses, no power lines, no navigation signs....
Fujifilm X-E2, 50-250mm zoom.
"Sounds of Nature" mixed with the sounds of a nearby road unfortunately ...
on the end of this video you can see the symbol of our civilization ~ plastic bottle on the shore of the river ...
This little beauty made a brief appearance as it sung it's beautiful song.
Willow Warbler - Phylloscopus Trochilus
Yeadon Tarn
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My Japanese model Squier Stratocaster looking a little worse for ware. It sounds less dirty than it looks ;)
Bailey's Fountain at Grand Army Plaza. The 1932 fountain was funded by philanthropist Frank Bailey as a memorial to his wife.The crowning sculpture of the figures are that of Wisdom and Felicity holding on to the prow of a ship.The bottom statue is that of Triton or Triden (without the second"t"), the son of Neptune/Poseidon.Although Triton uses a trident the sculptor opted to show him blowing on a twisted sea conch,one of the god's other attributes.When he blows on it like a trumpet he does so to either stir or calm the waves of the sea.You can't see it to well in this shot,but there's also a little boy off to the right carrying a cornucopia.
On an overcast afternoon of Friday the 28th of June 2002 the Railway Preservation Society of Ireland's Ivatt designed WT Class #4 storms away from Whitehead, in County Antrim; heading for Belfast with an empty stock working that will later form an evening "Jazz & Stream" excursion to a mystery destination.
Sounds Irish!
Hello, darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools," said I, "You do not know:
Silence, like a cancer, grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you.
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
And the words that it was forming
And the sign said,
"The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whispered in the sound of silence
Lying in an inaccessible gravel pit are three well preserved examples of obsolete technology from the 1920s. They are acoustic mirrors designed to pick up the sound of approaching aircraft before they were visible. They were never taken into use because of the development of radar prior to World War 2. here are the 20 foot and 30 foot sound mirrors.
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Der Milford Sound (Maori Piopiotahi) ist ein als Fjord zu bezeichnender Meeresarm auf der Südinsel von Neuseeland. Das 15,7 km lange Gewässer ist eine der bekanntesten Touristenattraktionen des Landes und gehört, da es Teil des Fiordland National Parks im Südwesten der Insel ist, mit zum Weltnaturerbe der UNESCO, bei der die Region seit 1990 unter dem Namen Te Wahipounamu registriert ist.
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sounds of silence
Simon & Garfunkel
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence
Songwriters: Paul Simon
The Sound of Silence lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Doubtful Sound, New Zealand, by moonlight. The ship had shut down its diesel engines for the night and the wind had ceased. The only sounds were of dolphins slapping the water and calling to each other with that high pitched haunting resonance they make. It was magical.
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Over the last few weeks I’ve squeezed every possible spare moment to get out in the snow. now usually in the uk the snow only lasts for a couple of days and that’s your entire winters helping, so every time I’ve gone out over the last few weeks I’ve really savoured the experience, viewing it as my last of the season. This way of approaching photography can be problematic, as it places deeper expectations on you not to waist the opportunity, but ironically helps you deeper appreciate the moment. Anyway, it has made me get out more than I would usually, and as it seems, more than your usual amount of photographers have been wondering around, wide eyed, like kids in a candy shop...
So what is it about snow that is so special? Everything just looks just so fresh, clean, unspoilt and different to normal. I love the crunching sounds fresh snow makes when you walk through it, I love the smiles on kid’s faces, I love the way it stimulates my inner child. I love the way light changes, reflects, the unusual subtle hues in the sky after sunset. I love the rawness, the coldness, the innocence...it just makes me want to live in an icy country...
Anyway, talking of snow, sadly due to the adverse conditions I’ve had to amend the Malham workshop this Sunday to Bolton Abbey . It’s ironic that the weather that is most treasured by landscape photographers, has rendered the workshop unsafe. Anyway I’m looking forward to visiting lower Wharfedale again, but this time to help others realise their vision(o:
African penguins are sometimes nicknamed "jackass penguins," because of the braying sound they make. It resembles the voice of a donkey.
The last morning on the Island of Harris was topped off with glorious sunrise. I had visited this view, near Tarbert, looking towards the Isle of Scalpay and its bridge, several times in the week, each time with nice light, and a different view, but this one was a scorcher.
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showing the Tweeter of a white/black speaker. The Tweeter has a diameter of 32mm.
Sorry, i could not get rid of all the dust.
HMM everyone :)
By chance we recently ended up in a snowy forest. Just on our own with hardly any sounds around us. The snow dampened everything even more. It was not too easy taking pictures there - most of them far too busy. So naturally I focused on some quiet details.
Don't you wonder sometimes
About sound and vision?
Blue, blue, electric blue
That's the colour of my room
Where I will live
Blue, blue
Pale blinds drawn all day
Nothing to do, nothing to say
Blue, blue
I will sit right down
Waiting for the gift of sound and vision
And I will sing
Waiting for the gift of sound and vision
Drifting into my solitude
Over my head
Don't you wonder sometimes
About sound and vision?
View across the dry landscape of the outer Pelorus Sound at the end of an El Niño summer, Marlborough Sounds, New Zealand.
Peace for the Ukraine.
I like the quiet, I cannot imagen the constant sounds of war all around you, especially if your a child.
inspired by an historical account of the sound of war
They go with a hundred different sounds through the air, according to the shape, size, and velocity of the projectile. Two strike the bank. It is like two quick blows of a whip-lash. That went overhead, sharp as the cut of a cimeter; another goes with a long moan, then drops into the earth with a ‘thud.’ It comes from some more distant point, and is nearly spent. A shot comes from some great gun in the rear—an earthquake report; then the groaning, shuddering rush of the shell, as if the air were sick and tired of them, and it was too much to be borne that they should be so constantly sent.”
—James Kendall Hosmer, 52nd Massachusetts Infantry, during the siege of Port Hudson, Louisiana, June 25, 1863