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Even in winter one can find many motives to take a photo of. In post processing I played a bit with colours and texture to make it look less dull.
Auch im Winter kann man viele Motive für ein Foto finden. In der Nachbearbeitung habe ich etwas mit Farben und Textur gespielt um es weniger flau wirken zu lassen.
From 'The Clondalkin Altarpiece' (After Holbein-ish and Dostoevsky-ish).
Artist Unknown-ish.
"When I arose to lock the door after him, I suddenly called to mind a picture I had noticed at Rogozhin’s in one of his gloomiest rooms, over the door. He had pointed it out to me himself as we walked past it, and I believe I must have stood a good five minutes in front of it. There was nothing artistic about it, but the picture made me feel strangely uncomfortable. It represented Christ just taken down from the cross. It seems to me that painters as a rule represent the Saviour, both on the cross and taken down from it, with great beauty still upon His face. This marvellous beauty they strive to preserve even in His moments of deepest agony and passion. But there was no such beauty in Rogozhin’s picture. This was the presentment of a poor mangled body which had evidently suffered unbearable anguish even before its crucifixion, full of wounds and bruises, marks of the violence of soldiers and people, and of the bitterness of the moment when He had fallen with the cross—all this combined with the anguish of the actual crucifixion.
The face was depicted as though still suffering; as though the body, only just dead, was still almost quivering with agony. The picture was one of pure nature, for the face was not beautified by the artist, but was left as it would naturally be, whosoever the sufferer, after such anguish[…] It is strange to look on this dreadful picture of the mangled corpse of the Saviour, and to put this question to oneself: ‘Supposing that the disciples, the future apostles, the women who had followed Him and stood by the cross, all of whom believed in and worshipped Him—supposing that they saw this tortured body, this face so mangled and bleeding and bruised (and they must have so seen it)—how could they have gazed upon the dreadful sight and yet have believed that He would rise again?"
Dostoevsky’s 'The Idiot'
Still striving for that perfect black and white flower shot, whatever that might be. This isn't it, but I like it.
I am not a "flower photographer", but I do enjoy the challenge of getting a good flower shot. And while I don’t always know what kind of flower I am shooting, on a good day, I can usually tell a rose from a daisy.
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The 2017 Weekend at the Asylum which is likely the largest and longest running Steampunk Festival in the World. It is held in the historic uphill district of Lincoln, Lincolnshire.
Since 2009, the festival (or convivial in Steampunk parlance) has been held each year in Lincoln and currently stretches over multiple venues in the historic cathedral quarter of Lincoln town, Lincoln Castle and Bishop Grosseteste University. It is run as a not-for-profit event organised by the Victorian Steampunk Society.
For four glorious days the historic streets of Lincoln are thronged with thousands of splendidly dressed steampunks enjoying a festival which strives to combine art, literature, music, fashion, comedy and simple good fun.
The event contains programmes of features and entertainment, such as the Empire Ball, Majors Review (The Major's Soiree) and the National Tea Duelling final, along with lots of live music and comedy and the largest steampunk market in the World, the Bazaar Eclectica.
When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came to man’s estate,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
’Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came, alas! to wive,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came unto my beds,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With toss-pots still had drunken heads,
For the rain it raineth every day.
A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
But that’s all one, our play is done,
And we’ll strive to please you every day.
Shakespeare
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View from HK Convention & Exhibition Centre, Wanchai, Hong Kong
A tulip doesn’t strive to impress anyone. It doesn’t struggle to be different than a rose. It doesn’t have to. It is different. And there’s room in the garden for every flower. You didn’t have to struggle to make your face different than anyone else’s on earth. It just is. You are unique because you were created that way !
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Week 247 in Poetography... A weekly Inspiration. The word/theme this week is Perfection
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"Always remember that striving and struggle precede success, even in the dictionary." -Sarah Ban Breathnach
Spring has been slow to come around here despite the crazy high temperatures earlier this month. Here there is barely a hint of green and any hint of blossoms well guarded as these branches are still adorned with the stems of last year's fruit.
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The 2017 Weekend at the Asylum which is likely the largest and longest running Steampunk Festival in the World. It is held in the historic uphill district of Lincoln, Lincolnshire.
Since 2009, the festival (or convivial in Steampunk parlance) has been held each year in Lincoln and currently stretches over multiple venues in the historic cathedral quarter of Lincoln town, Lincoln Castle and Bishop Grosseteste University. It is run as a not-for-profit event organised by the Victorian Steampunk Society.
For four glorious days the historic streets of Lincoln are thronged with thousands of splendidly dressed steampunks enjoying a festival which strives to combine art, literature, music, fashion, comedy and simple good fun.
The event contains programmes of features and entertainment, such as the Empire Ball, Majors Review (The Major's Soiree) and the National Tea Duelling final, along with lots of live music and comedy and the largest steampunk market in the World, the Bazaar Eclectica.
Rose is striving towards heaven. I wish my visitors a relaxed and happy Pfingsfest.
Rose tend vers le ciel. Je veux que mes visiteurs * dans un Pfingsfest détendu et heureux.
Rose se esfuerza hacia el cielo. Quiero que mis visitantes * dentro de un Pfingsfest relajado y feliz.
Rose si sforza verso il cielo. I miei visitatori * dentro vi auguro un Pfingsfest rilassato e felice.
Rose se esforça para o céu. Meus visitantes * por dentro Eu desejo-lhe um Pfingsfest relaxado e feliz.
Danke für den Besuch/Kommentar/Favo.
Thanks for the visit / comment / Favo.
Merci de visiter / commentaire / Favo.
Gracias por visitar / comentario / Favo usted.
Grazie per aver visitato / commento / Favo.
Obrigado por visitar / comentário / Favo.
France 2011 .Marché de Brive la Gaillarde Decembre .
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How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant of the weak and strong. Because some day in life you will have been all of these.
George Washington Carver