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CSX's then-new Pride In Service units made a visit to Worcester on a warm May 2019 morning, departing on that night's Q017, which is what we see here. A sympathetic yard crew spotted the power under Union Station's lights for us while they built the outbound train. (Though this frame was shot using Speedlites.)
Evidently, CSX did not take much pride in these units, as they didn't last long in road service - reportedly one top executive didn't like them.
Holy collie, what a dog's breakfast it's been for Dad over the past couple of months trying to regain access to my Flickr site after switching over to SmugMug, the new Flickr owner.
I won't bore you with the details but it took over a dozen Emails and plenty of frustration before finally finding a sympathetic soul at Flickr (probably a pet lover!) who spent a considerable amount of time with Dad doggedly sorting out the trouble.
We do hope everything is well with each and every one of you. We have missed interacting with all our friends-more than we thought possible-and if there is anything of importance we need to be updated on, please let us know, as there is far too much of a backlog for us to get through thoroughly.
As for us, we've been hot-dogging it through a sweltering summer here in eastern Ontario. I've stuck to my diet (as if I had a choice) and am averaging a one pound loss each month, with particulars listed below.
SO glad to be back!
My goal weight: 25 kilos
April 1: 30
May 15: 29.4
July 2: 28.5
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Abandoned (Kemp) road, Ottawa, Ontario
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Από τον Σεπτέμβριο του 2023 το Ζαγόρι ενεγράφη ως πολιτισμικό τοπίο στην παγκόσμια κληρονομιά της UNESCO.
From September 2023, Zagori was registered as a cultural landscape in the UNESCO world heritage.
Ο εικονιζόμενος συμπαθέστατος αιπόλος,αν και Μιλτιάδης στο όνομα,φυλάει…Θερμοπύλες παραδοσιακής κτηνοτροφίας κάπου ανάμεσα στο Κουκούλι και στην Βίτσα του κεντρικού Ζαγορίου.
The sympathetic depicted goatherd, although is named Miltiadis, guards… traditional pastoralism Thermopiles somewhere between Koukouli and Vitsa in central Zagori.
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Mochuelo. Es una de las aves rapaces más simpática. Se posa en las ramas bajas de los árboles o sobre los muros de piedra de todos nuestros campos y se alimenta de insectos y caracoles. El de esta foto, parece mostrarse bastante molesto al ser fotografiado y con mirada desafiante. Lo podéis ver en el centro de recuperación de animales de Peralejo en la Comunidad de Madrid, un centro de recuperación de la naturaleza dónde se encargan de cuidar y recuperar aquellos animales heridos, bebes sin mamás y papás y qué no pueden ser soltados de nuevo, porque no sobrevivirían. Hacen un trabajo realmente bonito.
Owl. It is one of the most sympathetic raptors. It perches on the low branches of trees or on the stone walls of all our fields and feeds on insects and snails. The one in this photo seems to be quite annoying when photographed and with a challenging look. You can see it at the Peralejo animal recovery center in the Community of Madrid, a nature recovery center where they take care of and recover those injured animals, babies without moms and dads and what can not be released again, because they would not survive. They do a really nice job.
Petit. hibou. C'est l'un des rapaces les plus sympathiques. Il se perche sur les branches basses des arbres ou sur les murs de pierre de tous nos champs et se nourrit d'insectes et d'escargots. Celui sur cette photo semble être assez ennuyeux quand photographié et avec un regard provocant. Vous pouvez le voir au centre de récupération des animaux Peralejo de la Communauté de Madrid, un centre de récupération de la nature où ils prennent en charge et récupèrent les animaux blessés, les bébés sans parents et qui ne peuvent plus être relâchés, parce qu'ils ne survivraient pas. Ils font un très bon travail.
Piccolo gufo. È uno dei rapaci più simpatici. Si appollaia sui rami bassi degli alberi o sui muri di pietra di tutti i nostri campi e si nutre di insetti e lumache. Quello in questa foto sembra essere piuttosto fastidioso quando fotografato e con uno sguardo impegnativo. Potete vederlo al centro di recupero degli animali di Peralejo nella Comunità di Madrid, un centro di recupero della natura dove si prendono cura e recuperano gli animali feriti, i bambini senza mamme e papà e ciò che non può essere rilasciato di nuovo, perché non sopravviverebbero Fanno davvero un bel lavoro.
Peralejo (Centro de recuperación de la Naturaleza) Comunidad de Madrid. Spain
Happy Space Ship Saturday!
Howdy, Rich Border here, your local Really Special Agent for S.I.M.P.L.E., (Space Invaders Monitoring and Protective League Entente) back from months of laying low in order to shake the aliens and their sympathetic spies here on Earth that arm themselves with straight jackets and disguise themselves as milk men. I have captured further definitive proof that the invasion is real and here it is. These beings were discovered at an air show trying to disguise themselves as the USAF Thunderbirds but my eagle eyes and along with my sidekick Sunny the Sony sussed their scheme and, viola! I know that I'm placing my life in great danger coming forward with this and if I am abducted I ask that in lieu of flowers please send copious cash to Darling Tonia.
Yours,
Rich
Taken around 11pm. It's nice to see Balnakeil House restored and in so sympathetic a manner. The picture below was taken in 2016, when it was looking empty and neglected. It's now available as a holiday let.
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A very cold flower at the edge of the canal in Pontypool. I had to centre on this because I felt so sympathetic for the little gem.
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Painshill is an award-winning 18th century landscape garden where you are invited to walk around a work of art. Winding paths will take you on a journey to discover a living canvas with beautiful vistas and dramatically placed garden buildings. Stroll around the Serpentine Lake, wander through woodland and promenade past follies, including the Ruined Abbey, Gothic Temple and Turkish Tent.
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Today Painshill comprises 158 acres (64 ha) of the original more than 200 acres (81 ha) owned by Charles Hamilton in the 18th century. The landscape garden stretches along the banks of the winding River Mole on land that has a number of natural hills and valleys.
The central feature is a serpentine lake of 14 acres (5.7 ha)[13] with several islands and spanned by bridges and a causeway. The water for the lake and the plantings is pumped from the River Mole by a 19th-century beam engine powered by a water wheel. Hamilton enhanced the views of hills and lake by careful plantings of woods, avenues and specimen trees to create vistas and separate environments including an amphitheatre, a water meadow and an alpine valley. As focal points in the vistas and as sympathetic elements to be discovered in the landscape, Hamilton placed a number of follies, small decorative buildings, which include a grotto, Gothic "temple", "ruins" of a Gothic abbey, a Roman mausoleum, and a Gothic tower with a view of the countryside.[3]
All these still exist and have been restored, and the hermitage (for which a "hermit" was hired on a seven-year contract, but soon dismissed for absenteeism) and Turkish tent have been recreated. The crystal grotto was restored in 2013, and re-opened by Lady Lucinda Lambton.[14] The Roman "Temple of Bacchus" has been reconstructed (2018), though there is now a cast of the Roman statue of Bacchus which it housed, among other antiquities bought on Hamilton's Italian tours. It was sketched in 1770 by the Swedish artist Elias Martin;[15] he went on to illustrate the 1783 book Bacchi Tempel ("The Temple of Bacchus") by Sweden's national bard, Carl Michael Bellman.[16]
Among the original plantings are a number of important specimens including fine examples of Cork Oak, Yew, Beech, Silver Birch and three Cedars of which one, known as the Great Cedar is 120 feet (37 m) high and over 100 feet (30 m) in width, and is thought to be the largest Cedar of Lebanon in Europe.[17] In 2010, a conference at Painshill brought together elements of the restoration of this eighteenth-century Landscape Garden.. wikipedia
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Lower Slaughter is a village in the English county of Gloucestershire, located in the Cotswold district, 4 miles (6.4 km) south west of the town of Stow-on-the-Wold. The village is built on both banks of the River Eye, which also flows through Upper Slaughter. At the west end of the village there is a 19th-century water mill with an undershot waterwheel and a chimney for additional steam power. There is a ford where the river widens in the village and several small stone footbridges join the two sides of the community. While the mill is built of red brick most of the 16th and 17th century homes in the village use Cotswold sandstone and are adorned with mullioned windows and often with other embellishments such as projecting gables. Records exist showing that Lower Slaughter has been inhabited for over 1000 years. The Domesday Book entry has the village name as “Sclostre”. It further notes that in 1066 and 1086 that the manor was in the sheriff's hands. Lower Slaughter Manor, a Grade-II listed 17th-century house, was granted to Sir George Whitmore in 1611 and remained in his family until 1964. The 13th century Anglican parish church is dedicated to St. Mary the Virgin. Much of the current structure was built in 1866; however, the spire and peal of six bells was recently restored. In May 2013 it was reported in the national news that the Parish Council were fiercely opposed to the presence of an icebox tricycle selling ice creams for seven days a week, six months of the year, citing that the trading times were excessive, increased footfall would prevent the grass from growing and that children could climb on the trike and fall into the nearby river.
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The Slaughters Country Inn is privately owned and offers a relaxed ambience, a style that is sympathetically balanced between the original features of a 17th Century building and contemporary design. The blend of old and new creates the perfect retreat in a beautiful country location
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Lower Slaughter is a village in the English county of Gloucestershire, located in the Cotswold district, 4 miles (6.4 km) south west of the town of Stow-on-the-Wold. The village is built on both banks of the River Eye, which also flows through Upper Slaughter. At the west end of the village there is a 19th-century water mill with an undershot waterwheel and a chimney for additional steam power. There is a ford where the river widens in the village and several small stone footbridges join the two sides of the community. While the mill is built of red brick most of the 16th and 17th century homes in the village use Cotswold sandstone and are adorned with mullioned windows and often with other embellishments such as projecting gables. Records exist showing that Lower Slaughter has been inhabited for over 1000 years. The Domesday Book entry has the village name as “Sclostre”. It further notes that in 1066 and 1086 that the manor was in the sheriff's hands. Lower Slaughter Manor, a Grade-II listed 17th-century house, was granted to Sir George Whitmore in 1611 and remained in his family until 1964. The 13th century Anglican parish church is dedicated to St. Mary the Virgin. Much of the current structure was built in 1866; however, the spire and peal of six bells was recently restored. In May 2013 it was reported in the national news that the Parish Council were fiercely opposed to the presence of an icebox tricycle selling ice creams for seven days a week, six months of the year, citing that the trading times were excessive, increased footfall would prevent the grass from growing and that children could climb on the trike and fall into the nearby river.
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The Slaughters Country Inn is privately owned and offers a relaxed ambience, a style that is sympathetically balanced between the original features of a 17th Century building and contemporary design. The blend of old and new creates the perfect retreat in a beautiful country location
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Mr. (s) Robinson
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And here's to you, Mr. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Whoa, whoa, whoa
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files
We'd like to help you learn to help yourself
Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes
Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home
And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Whoa, whoa, whoa
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
A man with strong intense look
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Bryn Howel was built in the late 19th century adjacent to The Llangollen Canal, during the reign of Queen Victoria, as the country home of Mr Edwards and his family.
Mr Edwards owned quarries, brick and tile works locally, which were important industries in the area at the time.
Bryn Howel has been sympathetically developed from a family home to the hotel it is today with all the facilities expected by visitors from around the world whilst the original features and the ambiance of the country house have been retained.
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The Bear Gates of the Traquair House—Scotland’s oldest continually inhabited house—have been locked since 1745 on the instruction they remain closed until the Stuart Dynasty returns to the throne. We may be waiting a long time.
The last direct male descendent of the Stuart Kings died in 1807, so it doesn’t look like the “Steekit Yetts” (that’s Scots for “stuck gates”) will be unstuck any time soon. All entrants to the fortified 12th-century house, from tourists visiting its microbrewery to the current 21st Laird (Lord) of Traquair, have to use the side entrance.
Many great houses and castles in Europe are approached by an impressive tree-lined driveway. The Traquair House had such a feature until the bear-topped gates at the end of the driveway were closed indefinitely behind “Bonnie Prince Charlie” Stuart as he rode away in 1745 to restore the Stuart Dynasty to the throne. This lead to the Bear Gates being given the nickname of “The Steekit Yetts.”
The house has been owned by relatives of the Stuart Royal Dynasty—a dynasty including Mary Queen of Scots and her son, James VI, who became the first king to hold the throne of both Scotland and England— since the 15th century.
James VI’s great-grandson, James VII & II, was the last king of this dynasty. He was exiled from Britain for being Catholic and replaced by the Protestant co-monarchs Mary, his daughter, and her Dutch husband William of Orange. Fearful of Catholic superpowers in mainland Europe, the English Parliament then passed laws to prevent any Catholics taking the English throne ever again.
This did not stop the exiled king’s grandson, Bonnie Prince Charlie. Charlie, who had grown up in Rome, landed on Eriskay (an island in Scotland’s Outer Hebrides) in 1745 and raised an army of clansmen who were sympathetic to his cause. They marched south through the recently created United Kingdom to attempt to retake the throne.
It was during this advance that Bonnie Prince Charlie visited his distant cousin and staunch supporter, the 5th Earl at Traquair (also named Charles Stuart). It was this earl who ordered the gates at the top of the avenue to be shut after him until the Stuarts returned to the throne.
Unfortunately for the inhabitants of Traquair, Bonnie Prince Charlie and his Highland Army were defeated in the Battle of Culloden mere months later, and, though he escaped back to mainland Europe with his life, his dynasty never returned.
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Lower Slaughter is a village in the English county of Gloucestershire, located in the Cotswold district, 4 miles (6.4 km) south west of the town of Stow-on-the-Wold. The village is built on both banks of the River Eye, which also flows through Upper Slaughter. At the west end of the village there is a 19th-century water mill with an undershot waterwheel and a chimney for additional steam power. There is a ford where the river widens in the village and several small stone footbridges join the two sides of the community. While the mill is built of red brick most of the 16th and 17th century homes in the village use Cotswold sandstone and are adorned with mullioned windows and often with other embellishments such as projecting gables. Records exist showing that Lower Slaughter has been inhabited for over 1000 years. The Domesday Book entry has the village name as “Sclostre”. It further notes that in 1066 and 1086 that the manor was in the sheriff's hands. Lower Slaughter Manor, a Grade-II listed 17th-century house, was granted to Sir George Whitmore in 1611 and remained in his family until 1964. The 13th century Anglican parish church is dedicated to St. Mary the Virgin. Much of the current structure was built in 1866; however, the spire and peal of six bells was recently restored. In May 2013 it was reported in the national news that the Parish Council were fiercely opposed to the presence of an icebox tricycle selling ice creams for seven days a week, six months of the year, citing that the trading times were excessive, increased footfall would prevent the grass from growing and that children could climb on the trike and fall into the nearby river.
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
The Slaughters Country Inn is privately owned and offers a relaxed ambience, a style that is sympathetically balanced between the original features of a 17th Century building and contemporary design. The blend of old and new creates the perfect retreat in a beautiful country location
Encouraged by the positive reception of his large-scale watercolors in an exhibition at the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts,Eakins's sent this striking work and two other figure subjects to the 1878 American Watercolor Society in New York.For twenty-first century viewers the intergenerational scene appears to emphasize the individualized figure's post-Civil War emancipation (note the framed image of Abraham Lincoln with his son Tad at upper left). Nineteenth Century critics interpreted the subject as a "comedy of plantation life"more akin to Eakins old-fashioned subjects than a contemporary and sympathetic encounter.When it was sent to a Boston exhibition later than year,it earned the artist his first award a silver metal.
Flinders Parade along the beachfront at Sandgate, Brisbane, Queensland contains many classic Queenslander style homes and in recent years, most of these now very expensive homes have gone through very sympathetic restorations. This beauty is one such example. Happy Fence Friday.
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"La noche azul"
El color azul es profundo, hondo, reflexivo, intenso e insondable. Es una tonalidad fresca que hospeda y agasaja la opacidad de la noche. Se dice de él, que representa la inmortalidad y "mece" entre sus aguas marinas la serenidad, el sosiego, el reposo, la paz. Y escolta con afecto noches sinfónicas de amor y pasión. El mar cobalto y el cielo índigo me embelesan y enamoran.
"The blue night"
The color blue is deep, reflective, intense and unfathomable. It is a fresh hue that hosts and entertains the opacity of the night. It is said of him, that it represents immortality and "rocks" among its marine waters the serenity, the calmness, the repose, the peace. And escort affectionate sympathetic nights of love and passion. The cobalt sea and the indigo sky enchant me and make me fall in love.
"La nuit bleue"
La couleur bleue est profonde, réfléchissante, intense et insondable. C'est une teinte fraîche qui accueille et divertit l'opacité de la nuit. On dit de lui qu’il représente l’immortalité et que les "rochers" parmi ses eaux marines la sérénité, le calme, le repos, la paix. Et escorte affectueuse nuits d'amour et de passion. La mer de cobalt et le ciel indigo m'enchantent et me font tomber amoureux.
"La notte blu"
Il colore blu è profondo, riflessivo, intenso e insondabile. È una tonalità fresca che ospita e intrattiene l'opacità della notte. Si dice di lui, che rappresenta l'immortalità e "scava" tra le sue acque marine la serenità, la calma, il riposo, la pace. E accompagna affettuose notti affettuose di amore e passione. Il mare cobalto e il cielo indaco mi incantano e mi fanno innamorare.
Dos enamorados en Oporto.
María
A characterful old house that is still surviving the ravages of time - situated out in rural countryside between Rata and Hunterville. I do have a colour version of this location to post as well, but I thought this was quite a nice sympathetic presentation of the subject.
(c) Dominic Scott 2020
Views over to Ynys and more.
In 1925, Welsh architect Clough Williams-Ellis acquired the site which was to become Portmeirion. He had been searching for a suitable site for his proposed ideal village for several years and when he heard that the Aber Iâ estate near Penrhyndeudraeth was for sale, he did not hesitate to make an offer.
He wanted to show how a naturally beautiful location could be developed without spoiling it, and that one could actually enhance the natural background through sympathetic development. The Aber Iâ estate had everything he had hoped for as a site for his architectural experiment: steep cliffs overlooking a wide sandy estuary, woods, streams and a nucleus of old buildings.
But the history of Portmeirion started long before 1925. The construction of Castell Deudraeth was recorded in 1188 by Gerald of Wales, who wrote: "We crossed the Traeth mawr and the Traeth Bychan. These are two arms of the sea, one large and one small. Two stone castles have been built there recently. The one called Castell Deudraeth belongs to the sons of Cynan and is situated in the Eifionydd area, facing the northern Mountains."
Castell Deudraeth was referenced again by the 17th century philologist, geologist, natural historian and keeper of the Ashmolean Museum in Oxford, Edward Lhuyd in 1700. Lhuyd recorded the name as Aber Iâ, stating " The Castle of Aber Iâ yet stood in ruined form overlooking the south western extremity of the peninsula".
In 1861, Richard Richards wrote a description: "Neither man nor woman was there, only a number of foreign water-fowl on a tiny pond, and two monkeys, which by their cries evidently regarded me as an unwelcome intruder. The garden itself was a very fine one, the walls of which were netted all over with fruit trees...Aber Iâ, then, gentle reader, is a beautiful mansion on the shore of Traeth Bach, in Merionethshire."
When Williams-Ellis acquired the land in 1925 he wrote, "a neglected wilderness - long abandoned by those romantics who had realised the unique appeal and possibilities of this favoured promontory but who had been carried away by their grandiose landscaping...into sorrowful bankruptcy." Clough immediately changed the name from Aber Iâ (Glacial Estuary) to Portmeirion; Port because of the coastal location and Meirion as this is Welsh for Merioneth, the county in which it lay.
His first job was to extend and convert the old house on the shore into a grand hotel. The concept of a tightly grouped coastal village had already formed in Clough's mind some years before he found the perfect site and he had quite a well-defined vision for the village from the outset.
Portmeirion was built in two stages: from 1925 to 1939 the site was 'pegged-out' and its most distinctive buildings were erected. From 1954-76 he filled in the details. The second period was typically classical or Palladian in style in contrast to the Arts and Crafts style of his earlier work. Several buildings were salvaged from demolition sites, giving rise to Clough's description of the place as "a home for fallen buildings".
"An architect has strange pleasures," Clough wrote in 1924. "He will lie awake listening to the storm in the night and think how the rain is beating on his roofs, he will see the sun return and will think that it was for just such sunshine that his shadow-throwing mouldings were made."
The first article about Portmeirion appeared in The Architects' Journal (January 6 1926) with photographs of scale models and preliminary designs prepared by Clough to impress potential investors. In this article, John Rothenstein writes: "On the sea-coast of North Wales, quite near his own old home, Plas Brondanw, he has acquired what he believes to be an ideal site, and he is engaged upon plans and models for the laying out of an entire small township. The results of his scheme will be significant and should do much to shake the current notion that although houses must be designed with due care, towns may grow up by chance."
The Hotel Portmeirion officially opened for the Easter Weekend, on 2nd April 1926. The last building, the Tollgate, was built in Clough's 93rd year.
The coveted Filey trainshed night portrait...I personally have waited since 2008 for the opportunity to make a locomotive portrait in here, having watched class 31 hauled test trains pass through without making the booked stop due to late running. In 2021 the returning East Yorkshire and Wolds Coast RHTT, a new circuit, is booked to wait at Filey for an opposing Scarborough to Sheffield service, 20:06 to 20:15 on Mondays Wednesdays and Fridays, also on Saturday. This provides for a decent photo opportunity beneath George Townsend Andrews 1846 York and North Midland Railway trainshed, helped considerably by sympathetic parking of the train by the train crew. Here is 37401 Mary Queen of Scots with 3J51, tailed by 37402 on the 1st of November 2021.
Did a night go past where there was no one waiting for this train here, from the beginning of October to the 11th of December ,the final day this occurred?
The Sympathetic Imagination of mine imagines a world where all political leaders actually have integrity and all human beings are treated with kindness. Does that mean we transcend who we are as people and escape some genetic tendency to be cruel and hurt others? I don't know...all I know is that you live better when you are kind and you will always be miserable when others around you are persecuted.
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The Merchants Hall (on the left), in the German city of Freiburg on the edge of the Black Forest.
Heavily bombed during WW2, the city was sympathetically rebuilt on its medieval plan.
There's some distortion in the buildings because it was taken using the in-camera panorama mode.
On January 22, solar reports warned of high solar activity with the presence of two important active regions associated with class M solar flares (www.spaceweather.com/glossary/flareclasses.html). In the image on the left you can see the configuration of the active regions on the Sun's disk. Active region 3559 (detail on the right, left in the complete image of the Sun), had rapid growth and crossed the solar disk in the course of the week. On January 23, this active region and 3561 (on the right in the image of the solar disk separated by around 500,000 km), erupted simultaneously, generating a "sympathetic solar flare", produced by a physical connection between both active regions, which caused shortwave radio blackouts in Australia and Indonesia (www.spaceweather.com/archive.php?view=1&day=23&mo...). The large active region 3559 had a "beta-gamma" class magnetic field and more than thirty sunspots, while 3561 evolved over the course of the week reaching about 100,000 km wide and twenty dark cores.
Details associated with the day of capture: www.spaceweatherlive.com/es/archivo/2024/01/22/dayobs.html
The image of the entire disk on the left was taken with a "Meade" 80/400 refractor telescope and the detail on the right, with an "Explore Scientific" 127, f/15 Maksutov-Cassegrain telescope. In both cases a "Meade" 575 white light filter was used (remember not to expose your eyes to the Sun or photographic equipment without the appropriate filters), a Player One Neptune-M camera and a Player One IR685 filter.
January 22, 2024, 20:40 UT. Zona rural, Concordia, Entre Ríos, Argentina.
Our first week in the high country this autumn didn’t yield much in terms of color… but that would change dramatically with incoming cold fronts. The sun didn’t seem to care about any of that here at the Cowee Mountains Overlook at Milepost 430 along the Blue Ridge Parkway. Pronounced coe-we, Cowee is a derivative of a Cherokee word meaning ‘place of the Deer Clan.’ There was once a thriving Cherokee settlement here. This is my favorite most any time of day because of the cascading mountains, a 180° field of view, and an overlook that is not overgrown and obstructed. But be prepared… there will be scads of people crowding the place at sunset. Lots of photographers, too. As a rule, I don’t get too chummy with them, as they’re quite like golfers… the conversation among golfers is golf, golf, golf. Get here early. Perhaps I should think twice about such posts as this… too many folks are finding out about it!
Once, while photographing a sunset, someone nearby stated, “What’s the big deal? It’s just another sunset.” I wonder what his thoughts might have been here. There is a fringe of color near where I’m standing here, quite sympathetic with the sunset. I’m happy with that.
When you visit a nature space frequently and over several years, you are able to detect small changes. For example, this year I have seen very few grey plovers ( Pluavialis squatarola), this does not necessarily mean that the population of grey plovers in the area has decreased, but you can say that, being a species very faithful to its places of passage and wintering, this year they have not passed through here.
So I upload a photograph of this species as I would like to see it again (it would be next spring, of course), as a "call".
Cuando visitas un espacio de naturaleza frecuentemente y a lo largo de varios años, eres capaz de detectar pequeños cambios. Por ejemplo, este año he visto muy pocos chorlitos grises ( Pluavialis squatarola), esto no quiere decir necesariamente que la población de chorlitos grises de la zona ha disminuido, pero sí puedes decir que, siendo una especie muy fiel a sus lugares de paso e invernada, este año por aquí no han pasado.
Así que subo una fotografía de esta especie tal y como me gustaría volver a verla ( sería la primavera que viene, claro), a modo de "llamada".
Deserted and cold January Otaru Hokkaido
On our way north we stopped off at Otaru and photographed this classic viewbefore sunrise, I think for me the frozen temperatures and the snow blowing from the roof tops made the moment very special. With my processing I have tried to be as sympathetic to that feeling and so not lose that cold atmosphere. Not sure if I succeeded so any comments most appreciated.
Looks fairly solid and complete, just somewhat timeworn. Let's hope it gets a sympathetic restoration and sees the road again.
Still inside shell room with the stunning views over the estuary near Ynys.
In 1925, Welsh architect Clough Williams-Ellis acquired the site which was to become Portmeirion. He had been searching for a suitable site for his proposed ideal village for several years and when he heard that the Aber Iâ estate near Penrhyndeudraeth was for sale, he did not hesitate to make an offer.
He wanted to show how a naturally beautiful location could be developed without spoiling it, and that one could actually enhance the natural background through sympathetic development. The Aber Iâ estate had everything he had hoped for as a site for his architectural experiment: steep cliffs overlooking a wide sandy estuary, woods, streams and a nucleus of old buildings.
But the history of Portmeirion started long before 1925. The construction of Castell Deudraeth was recorded in 1188 by Gerald of Wales, who wrote: "We crossed the Traeth mawr and the Traeth Bychan. These are two arms of the sea, one large and one small. Two stone castles have been built there recently. The one called Castell Deudraeth belongs to the sons of Cynan and is situated in the Eifionydd area, facing the northern Mountains."
Castell Deudraeth was referenced again by the 17th century philologist, geologist, natural historian and keeper of the Ashmolean Museum in Oxford, Edward Lhuyd in 1700. Lhuyd recorded the name as Aber Iâ, stating " The Castle of Aber Iâ yet stood in ruined form overlooking the south western extremity of the peninsula".
In 1861, Richard Richards wrote a description: "Neither man nor woman was there, only a number of foreign water-fowl on a tiny pond, and two monkeys, which by their cries evidently regarded me as an unwelcome intruder. The garden itself was a very fine one, the walls of which were netted all over with fruit trees...Aber Iâ, then, gentle reader, is a beautiful mansion on the shore of Traeth Bach, in Merionethshire."
When Williams-Ellis acquired the land in 1925 he wrote, "a neglected wilderness - long abandoned by those romantics who had realised the unique appeal and possibilities of this favoured promontory but who had been carried away by their grandiose landscaping...into sorrowful bankruptcy." Clough immediately changed the name from Aber Iâ (Glacial Estuary) to Portmeirion; Port because of the coastal location and Meirion as this is Welsh for Merioneth, the county in which it lay.
His first job was to extend and convert the old house on the shore into a grand hotel. The concept of a tightly grouped coastal village had already formed in Clough's mind some years before he found the perfect site and he had quite a well-defined vision for the village from the outset.
Portmeirion was built in two stages: from 1925 to 1939 the site was 'pegged-out' and its most distinctive buildings were erected. From 1954-76 he filled in the details. The second period was typically classical or Palladian in style in contrast to the Arts and Crafts style of his earlier work. Several buildings were salvaged from demolition sites, giving rise to Clough's description of the place as "a home for fallen buildings".
"An architect has strange pleasures," Clough wrote in 1924. "He will lie awake listening to the storm in the night and think how the rain is beating on his roofs, he will see the sun return and will think that it was for just such sunshine that his shadow-throwing mouldings were made."
The first article about Portmeirion appeared in The Architects' Journal (January 6 1926) with photographs of scale models and preliminary designs prepared by Clough to impress potential investors. In this article, John Rothenstein writes: "On the sea-coast of North Wales, quite near his own old home, Plas Brondanw, he has acquired what he believes to be an ideal site, and he is engaged upon plans and models for the laying out of an entire small township. The results of his scheme will be significant and should do much to shake the current notion that although houses must be designed with due care, towns may grow up by chance."
The Hotel Portmeirion officially opened for the Easter Weekend, on 2nd April 1926. The last building, the Tollgate, was built in Clough's 93rd year.
We Want To Live - UK Rebellion 2020
This is the first day of the 10 days protest rebellion across UK.
The Red Rebel Brigade is an international performance artivist troupe dedicated to illuminating the global environmental crisis and supporting groups and organisations fighting to save humanity and all species from mass extinction.
Red Rebel Brigade symbolises the common blood we share with all species,
That unifies us and makes us one.
As such we move as one, act as one and more importantly feel as one.
We are unity and we empathise with our surroundings, we are forgiving
We are sympathetic and humble, compassionate and understanding,
We divert, distract, delight and inspire the people who watch us,
We illuminate the magic realm beneath the surface of all things and we invite people to enter in, we make a bubble and calm the storm, we are peace in the midst of war.
We are who the people have forgotten to be!
Excerpt from Red Rebel Brigade website
Note: If you zoom in on the face, you will see a teardrop streaming down the left eye.
Parliament Square, London
1st September, 2020
Forêt Montmorency, Qc
Quiconque a croisé cet oiseau est tombé sous son charme !
Mésangeai: Mot formé d'une contraction entre mésange et geai mais ça va plus loin !!
Le Mésangeai du Canada allie la sympathie de la mésange à l'intelligence du geai ( le geai faisant partie de la famille des corneilles, des oiseaux reconnus intelligents ). De ce fait, il a vite compris qu'avec sa tête sympathique, les humains étaient une bonne source de nourriture ! : )
Anyone who has encountered this bird has fallen under its spell!
Mésangeai: Word formed by a contraction between chickadee and jay but it goes further !!
Canada Gray Jay combines the sympathy of the chickadee intelligence Jay (Jay belonging to the crow family, recognized intelligent birds). As a result, he quickly understood that with his sympathetic head, humans were a good source of food! :)
(G.B.SHAW)
BURGOYNE.
(sympathetically). Now there, Mr. Anderson, you talk like a civilian, if you will excuse my saying so. Have you any idea of the average marksmanship of the army of His Majesty King George the Third? If we make you up a firing party, what will happen? Half of them will miss you: the rest will make a mess of the business and leave you to the provo-marshal’s pistol. Whereas we can hang you in a perfectly workmanlike and agreeable way. (Kindly) Let me persuade you to be hanged, Mr. Anderson?
JUDITH.
(sick with horror). My God!
RICHARD.
(to Judith). Your promise! (To Burgoyne) Thank you, General: that view of the case did not occur to me before. To oblige you, I withdraw my objection to the rope. Hang me, by all means.
BURGOYNE.
(smoothly). Will 12 o’clock suit you, Mr. Anderson?
RICHARD.
I shall be at your disposal then, General.
21st September 2014 - English Electric Canberra PR9 XH134 of the Mid Air Squadron with a nice topside pass at Southport Airshow.
The 'English Electric' Canberra was sold to air forces all over the world and a total 1,347 were built. During its first ten years of service with the RAF, the Canberra broke nineteen flight records and three altitude records including winning the London to New Zealand Air Race in 1953 with a world speed record and the first jet flight over the North Pole in 1954.
The Canberra is believed to be the world’s longest serving bomber and most recently provided support during conflicts in the Balkans and Middle East. And, because of its ability to fly at nearly 60,000 ft., it was also used for clandestine photo reconnaissance work during the Cold War. The aircraft retired from active duty in 2006.
It had been fully restored with complete airworthiness certification, experienced engineering and maintenance support – and highly qualified senior RAF pilots - Canberra XH134 was the only air-worthy Canberra of its type in the world.
www.midair-squadron.com/canberra-xh134/
Sadly, after the tragic events at Shoreham this classic type of aircraft has found it harder and harder to find the increased finances involved to keep up with the now tightened CAA airworthiness certifications and associated insurances and many by 2018 have already been sold and exported to other more sympathetic countries..
www.dailymotion.com/video/xfezf_william-sheller-le-carnet...
C., je te dédie cette photo et ses paroles. Je pars mais je n’oublierais pas les moments de bonheur que nous avons passés ensemble, ils resteront toujours gravés dans mon cœur. J’espère que tu trouveras le bonheur que tu mérites.
J'ai encore perdu ton amour tu sais
J'peux pas m'souvenir de ce que j'en ai fait
Je l'ai pourtant rangé comme il fallait
C'est pas croyable comme tout disparaît
Mais j'ai trouvé dans mon carnet à spirale
Tout mon bonheur en lettres capitales
A l'encre bleue aux vertus sympathiques
Sous des collages à la gomme arabique
J'ai un à un fouillé tous nos secrets
J'n'ai rien trouvé dans le peu qu'il restait
Sous quelques brouilles au fond sans intérêt
Des boules de gomme et des matins pas frais
Mais j'ai gardé dans mon carnet à spirale
Tout mon bonheur en lettres capitales
A l'encre bleue aux vertus sympathiques
Sous des collages à la gomme arabique
J'ai encore perdu ton amour c'est vrai
Mais après tout personne n'est parfait
Si tu n'en as plus d'autres, c'est bien fait
Tant pis pour moi, j'étais un peu distrait
Je garderai dans mon carnet à spirale
Tout mon bonheur en lettres capitales
A l'encre bleue aux vertus sympathiques
Sous des collages à la gomme arabique
William Sheller
C., I dedicate to you these words and this song. I’m leaving but I will never forget the happiness we had together. They will stay engrave in my heart forever. I hope you will find the happiness you deserve!
I’ve lost your love again you know
I don’t remember where I’ve put it
I’ve stored it in the right way I thought
That’s not possible like everything disappears
But I’ve found in my spiral Notebook
All my happiness in Capital Letters
Blue Ink with sympathetic virtue
Under collages with Arabic gum
I’ve searched one by one among all our secrets
I’ve found nothing in the little it stays
Under some scrambling without interest
Only some old gums and lazy mornings
But I’ve found in my spiral Notebook
All my happiness in Capital Letters
Blue Ink with sympathetic virtue
Under collage with Arabic gum
I’ve lost your love again you know
But you know nobody is perfect
If you have no more, no way for me
Never mind, I shouldn’t have been so absentminded
I will keep in my Spiral Notebook
All my happiness in Capital Letters
Blue Ink with sympathetic virtue
Under collage with Arabic gum
The Buck i’ th’ Vine is a historic former coaching inn situated on the busy pedestrianised Burscough Street within Ormskirk Town Centre, the only surviving one on the Liverpool to Preston turnpike road.
Originally constructed in the late 17th Century, ‘The Buck’ has now been sympathetically refurbished in line with its historic Grade II listed building status.
“We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men; and among those fibers, as sympathetic threads, our actions run as causes, and they come back to us as effects.”
— Herman Melville
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For the 52 Weeks for Dogs "Handing over the Reins" challenge. Once again Pokey is going to be my subject for 2022, so I got this shot of Chico with Pokey on our deck, after our first measurable snow of the season.
I don't know if Chico is being sympathetic because he knows Pokey was freezing, or because he knows what torture it is to be my model for an entire year. .
Primer día • First day
Sorrento, La Villa Comunale - mañana • Sorrento, La Villa Comunale - morning
Ahí están, indiferentes a lo que les rodea. Quizá han hecho varios miles de kilómetros para llegar hasta ahí, no se van a rendir por cuatro gotas de nada. Me siento profundamente solidario con ellas. Ya me iba del parque, se acercaba la hora de comer. Giré la cabeza para despedirme del mar y me quedé absorto por la composición que tenía delante. Dos segundos para visualizar la imagen en mi cabeza y otros dos para coger la cámara y disparar. Solo por esa composición —tres paraguas de colores vibrantes frente al gris del cielo, las dos figuras enfrentadas— habría valido la pena aguantar todo un día bajo la lluvia. Y dicen que la paciencia tiene su premio. El mío fue de primera categoría: ni de lejos soñaba con una foto como esta.
(De "Apuntes de Campania" - jmsdbg.com/campania)
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There they are, indifferent to their surroundings. Perhaps they've travelled several thousand kilometres to get here, they're not going to give up over a few drops of rain. I feel profoundly sympathetic towards them. I was leaving the park, lunchtime approaching. I turned my head to bid farewell to the sea and found myself transfixed by the composition before me. Two seconds to visualise the image in my head and two more to grab the camera and shoot. For that composition alone—three vibrant umbrellas against the grey sky, the two figures facing each other—it would have been worth enduring an entire day in the rain. They say patience has its reward. Mine was first-rate: I'd never even dreamt of a photograph like this.
(From "Notes from Campania" - jmsdbg.com/campania)
South Uist 2016 an image that I always liked, previously processed in black and white with a much darker feel to it. This time I have have tried to be more sympathetic to how it was at the time of capture with the softly falling rain and soft light.
The blue of the boat is as it was and the main reason for re processing it in colour also my wife Tory wanted me to give it a try.
I have inserted a link to the previouse version so please feel free to give me your thoughts on them and which you prefer and why
www.flickr.com/photos/rarhunter/27479684285/in/dateposted...
Thanks in advance
Ricky
some of my new work on sympathetic resonance and resounding of the ultimate substance from the neutrino, glue onns to the limbic open loop
Saw this one parked at a couple of places in town, attracting plenty of attention. Had a pleasingly timeworn look to it, like a tidy survivor that had hung on in regular, sympathetic use back in the '70s.
Painshill, near Cobham, Surrey, is one of the finest remaining examples of an 18th-century English landscape park. It was designed and created between 1738 and 1773 by Charles Hamilton. The original house built in the park by Hamilton has since been demolished.
The central feature is a serpentine lake of 14 acres, with several islands and spanned by bridges and a causeway. As focal points in the vistas, and as sympathetic elements to be discovered in the landscape, Hamilton placed a number of follies, which include a grotto, Gothic 'temple', 'ruins' of a Gothic abbey, a Roman mausoleum, and a Gothic tower with a view of the countryside.
Wishing all you mothers a Happy Mother's Day, realizing and appreciating all of your hectic schedules and the way you all somehow make it work to have and enjoy your precious family moments. I believe that this work describes your crazy lives and yet keeps the true love you all have in your hearts. Perhaps a busier work than usual to upload for Mother's Day, but let's face it, times are busier than ever for you and so I wanted to describe 2021 Mother's Day as it is. Sending every good wish and loving thoughts and vibes your way. Enjoy your day!
HSS 😊😊😍
Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️
Adjunto una maravillosa composición de Deuter
Pulsar botón derecho mouse, para abrir en una pestaña nueva ♫♫ ♫♫
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Los coccinélidos (Mariquitas), son insectos pequeños, con un tamaño reducido que va de 5 a 8 milimetros. De forma redondeada u oval, brillantes, suelen ser de vivos colores, con manchas negras sobre un fondo naranja, amarillo o rojo, en forma de puntos o rayas (no es un caparazón sino gruesas alas transformadas, llamadas élitros, que protegen las alas funcionales para el vuelo, el segundo par). Algunas especies son peludas. Su cabeza, antenas y patas son negros. Las extremidades cortas. Dado que son útiles, coloridos e inofensivos para los humanos, son insectos vistos tradicionalmente con simpatía e incluso se les considera en algunos lugares signo de buena suerte.
They are small insects, with a reduced size from 5-8 millimeters. Rounded or oval, glossy, often brightly colored, with black spots on a orange background, yellow or red, in the form of spots or stripes (not a carapace but thick transformed wings, he called elytra that protect functional wings for flight, the second pair). Some species are hairy. His head, antennae and legs are black. The short limbs. Since they are useful, colorful and harmless to humans, insects are traditionally viewed sympathetically and are even found in some places good luck sign
People sometimes say that us photographers are a self-centred lot. Aloof, disinterested, absorbed in other worlds and always looking for places to escape from everyone else are the kind of accusations that get levelled at us at times. So when one of the party (an optician by the way) manages to lose a contact lens and render himself half blind as the dusk gathers around us on a remote hillside you'd expect the others to refuse to lead him to safety until enough traffic had filled the Glencoe pass to provide an unbroken stream of light over the course of a 157 second long exposure wouldn't you? Well that's good, so you're not going to be disappointed then.
I'm not sure which one of us had cooked up the idea of hanging around on a lofty crag on a freezing cold evening when the award winning Clachaig Inn, barely a mile distant was open with its offer of warm hoppy fluids and hearty portions of game pie and chips. But the rest of the party nodded in agreement and waited for the light to fade. You may have seen from my previous post that we decided to make what we could of the oranges and yellows that filled the south western sky while we awaited the blue hour, trying to make sympathetic noises in the direction of our stricken comrade while at the same time cursing his very existence. For a time we all scrabbled around on the ground, looking for a tiny piece of clear silicone that would be barely visible at the best of times, whilst repeatedly glancing along the glen to see whether the sky was doing anything interesting. In time it did, and many exposures later I finally got that light trail all the way down to the shores of Loch Achtriochtan or thereabouts. What I find most interesting in retrospect is that there was still a yellow glow in the distance, despite it being dark enough catch the lights of the cars in a long exposure.
It goes without saying that we never found the contact lens, and we had to lead him down off the hillside in the darkness, much in the way that James Garner once did with Donald Pleasance in a famous film scene. Once he'd found the spare glasses that he'd left in the rental car and checked that his own collection of RAW files had made it through quality control we wasted rather less time in reminding him that it was his turn to buy the first round.