Trakai Castle is located on the largest island of Lake Galve. It was commanded to build from great prince Witold in 1404-1408, in addition to the already existing castle on the peninsula. The previous building was repeatedly damaged as a result of fights with the Teutonic Knights, therefore the new castle was to provide support for the older Trotsky castle. In this period, Trakai was an important center of the Grand Duchy of Lithuania.

Soon after the battle of Grunwald in 1410, the castle began to lose its military significance. The former fortress was transformed into a princely residence. Władysław Jagiełło visited the castle several times, and Witold died in the castle in 1430.

Starting from the seventeenth century, the castle fell into ruin. During the wars with Moscow, he was ruined and reconstruction plans were created in the 19th century.

The first conservation work was carried out in the years 1029-30, but the real reconstruction began only after the Second World War. The castle after reconstruction represents the Gothic style, according to the supposed state of the fifteenth century. It is a major tourist attraction in Lithuania.

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Zamek w Trokach położony jest na największej z trzech wysp jeziora Galwe. Polecił go wybudować wielki książę Witold w latach 1404-1408, jako uzupełnienie już istniejącego zamku na półwyspie. Wcześniejsza budowla była wielokrotnie uszkodzona w wyniku walk z Krzyżakami, dlatego nowy zamek miał stanowić wsparcie dla starszego trockiego zamku. Troki były w tym okresie ważnym ośrodkiem Wielkiego Księstwa Litewskiego.

Wkrótce po bitwie pod Grunwaldem w 1410 zamek zaczął tracić swoje znaczenie wojskowe. Dawna twierdza została przekształcona w rezydencję książęcą. W zamku kilkakrotnie gościł Władysław Jagiełło, zaś Witold zmarł na terenie zamku w 1430.

Począwszy od XVII wieku zamek popadał w ruinę. W czasie wojen z Moskwą został zrujnowany, a plany odbudowy powstały w XIX wieku.

Pierwsze prace konserwatorskie wykonano w latach 1029-30, ale prawdziwą rekonstrukcję rozpoczęto dopiero po II wojnie światowej. Zamek po odbudowie reprezentuje styl gotycki, według domniemanego stanu z XV wieku. Stanowi on dużą atrakcję turystyczna na terenie Litwy.

En el municipio almeriense de Roquetas de Mar, en el Paraje Natural de Punta Entinas - Sabinar, se encuentran las Salinas de Cerrillos, cuyos orígenes eran charcas saladas donde, debido a la aridez, al viento y a la proximidad al mar, cuajaba la sal, aunque después se transformaron en el actual entramado cuadriculado de estanques y compuertas., aunque la actividad salinera ya no existe-

En su entorno se pueden ver numerosas aves, entre otras flamencos, como se puede contemplar en la imagen, así como una vegetación de saladares y espacios arenosos., aunque aun se conservan restos de las infraestructuras salineras, destacando las diferentes estaciones de elevación de agua hacia las salinas.

Snow can metamorphose an old structure into something of beauty,

Trebarwith Strand is just over two miles south-west of Tintagel and has a mile long sandy beach that is completely covered at high tide.

In the sea beyond low water mark is Gull Rock (or Otterham Rock).

The tide was in and I was the only photographer stood here , although there were two more perched higher up on the cliff to my right. Far enough away for me to cope with the crippling shyness I suffer from. A three stitch pano from the D850 and tripod mounted ...

The reason I took awhile to upload this shot is that I had problems with the images taken that I found difficult to deal with and if anyone knows the answer it would be appreciated..

Each shot suffered some curvature of the horizon. I was able to put the shots in Camera raw and profile the lens. I used the distortion correction tool but there was still a curve. I then tried both the pin cushion and barrel distortion tools but neither helped and I had to do my best with the transform tools till it looked better but tbh not really acceptable to me but I so enjoyed being here and taking some fast exposure shots this being 1/250 and some longer exposures which proved no easier.

I never found this place so empty so I was literally

‘in my element ‘

So I felt I captured what it was like and enjoyed myself but was disappointed with that curvature. I really would appreciate any tips about that. There was some lens flare unsurprisingly and a very bright prism coloured blob in the foreground that inexorably drew the eye but small enough to clone out so I did. Definitely not a sooc shot for the purists but I didn’t have a lot of choice unless I just binned them but the memories too precious for that..

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San Bernardo es una localidad de la provincia de Valladolid, en la C.A. de Castilla y León. Se trata de una población integrada en el municipio de Valbuena de Duero, que fue creada a mediados del siglo XX por el Instituto Nacional de Colonización junto al Monasterio de Santa María de Valbuena, cenobio fundado en el año 1143 (siglo XII) y perteneciente a la orden cisterciense. Pertenece a la comarca de Campo de Peñafiel.

MONASTERIO DE SANTA MARÍA DE VALBUENA: En el año 1950 la propiedad de este monasterio pasó al Instituto Nacional de Colonización. El objetivo de éste fue transformar la finca de 1.191 hectáreas, dentro de las cuales se encontraba este monasterio, en un poblado junto a él, así como la restauración del conjunto monumental. La iglesia se convertiría en la parroquia del nuevo pueblo de San Bernardo. En el año 1967 el arzobispado de Valladolid compró el resto de los edificios, que cedió a la Fundación de las edades del Hombre, para albergar su sede.

Es muy amplia e interesante la historia de este monasterio a través de sus casi 900 años de antigüedad y es también imposible describirla en estas modestas líneas. Sugiero y aconsejo se busquen sus detalles en Internet, seguro que disfrutaréis leyéndolos.

The exact same location and very slightly different composition as a previous image, this time a few hours later in the day. The first one was taken just before dawn, this one at mid morning.

It goes to show just how transformative light is when it comes to landscape photography.

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It is the time of the year when the symphony of colors starts to play through the woods, lakes and hills. Winds carry it, water reflects it, very soon, the climax of the symphony will arrive, it will be transformative.

Bought a used K-01 as a 2nd body to my K5 - took both today, with K-01 mounted with an A-28mm/2.8 and K5 with a 18-300 superzoom - the two lenses that I often carry. Although K-01 lacks of ISO-80 that is default on my K5, I love the lighter weight, good image quality and responsive control.

The Long Corridor is a covered walkway in the Summer Palace in Beijing, China. The total length of the Long Corridor is 728 metres and it is decorated with more than 14,000 paintings, especially on the ceiling and its beams, which divide it into 273 sections. Along the corridor there are four octagonal pavilions. Each of these pavilions symbolises the four climatic seasons of the year. The more than 14,000 paintings have a wide variety of subjects: historical figures, famous buildings, landscapes, flowers, birds, fish, insects... Of particular importance are those depicting folk and traditional tales, fables and episodes from classical Chinese literature. As a part of the Summer Palace, the Long Corridor was included on the UNESCO World Heritage List in December, 1998.

There is no doubt that the Long Corridor is a beautiful place during the day. But it is at night, with the arrival of darkness and the lighting of the chinese lanterns, that it reaches its true splendour, creating a special atmosphere and transforming into a long, luminous and sinuous thread in the midst of the darkness. It is at night when it becomes a magical place, where stories, tales, fables, imagination... come to life and arise. Dreams and tales, in the middle of the night and darkness.

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LateNightTales

Orleans - David Crosby (LNT: David Holmes)

Three Hours - Nick Drake (LNT: The Cinematic Orchestra)

Flim - Aphex Twin (LNT: The Flaming Lips)

Blade Runner Blues - Vangelis (LNT: Röyksopp)

Man Next Door - Massive Attack (LNT: Django Django)

Be Nice To Me - Todd Rundgren (LNT: Music For Pleasure)

Magnolia - J.J. Cale (LNT: Turin Brakes)

Let's Get Lost - Elliott Smith (LNT: Air)

Planet Caravan - Black Sabbath (LNT: Air)

Unravel - Björk (LNT: Midlake)

Budapest by Blimp - Thomas Dolby (LNT: Röyksopp)

Lover, You Should've Come Over -Jordan Rakei (LNT: Jordan Rakei)

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En el silencio sin aliento de las 4 a.m., en la oscuridad se encuentra un triste cliché envuelto en el azul marino de las estrellas que se desvanecen lentamente. Dime cómo llegó ésto a ser.

Háblame... insomnio.

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Duérmete y cállate, cariño. Es hora de dormir, hora de apagar la luz. Dulces sueños te esperan tras tus ojos cerrados y una manta de noche, donde las chinches no pican. Duérmete y calla hasta la mañana. Has dicho todas tus oraciones, és hora de hacerlas realidad. No te preocupes, tu papi está aquí, si lo necesitas esta noche. Tranquiliza tu mente. Descansa tus ojos y duerme bien.

Goodnight.

La neige annoncée est bien tombée et comme chaque fois qu'elle apparaît, elle transforme nos paysages. Le jardin est quasiment tout blanc, cela devient si rare que nous nous émerveillons tous . Mais sans oublier que malheureusement il y a depuis hier deux personnes qui sont décédées dans le Nord et qu'il y a plus d’une cinquantaine de blessés, dont trois graves dans un accident de la route.

Mitakon Speedmaster at F8, three LED lights.

In the sepulchral dusk of a world long extinguished, I, Quirlin, a humble ant, bear witness to the desolation that has befallen this forsaken earth. A world unrecognizable, a spectral remnant of its former grandeur, this planet has endured the scourge of 135,235 years since the cataclysmic advent of the first Solar Cyclone. This cataclysm, these calamitous epochs we designate as the Eras of Blazing Wrath, have all but obliterated the race once known as humanity. These five dread ages – The Flaming Inferno, The Burning Wrathfire, The Glowing Destruction, The Heated Chaos, and The Scorched Ash – have eradicated every vestige of electrical circuitry upon this forsaken sphere. The once vital electric grid, the erstwhile lifeblood of civilization, now lingers only in the ephemeral realm of myth.

In the aftermath of these colossal power failures, the cooling systems of all nuclear power plants faltered, precipitating over four hundred catastrophic core meltdowns and an insidious contamination of nuclear radiation. It was amidst this irradiated desolation that we ants began to burgeon, evolving into beings of prodigious stature.

In this transformed and accursed realm, we insects, and particularly we ants, have ascended into beings of titanic proportions. Across countless generations, we have garnered the arcane knowledge preserved within the tomes you termed books, transmitting these esoteric treasures through the annals of time. Our mode of communication has transcended rudimentary methods; we now utilize intricate electrochemical signals, conveyed through the slightest of touches, a language of elegance and precision refined over hundreds of millions of years.

Upon a fateful and foreboding day, as I foraged amidst this wasteland for sustenance, I encountered a solitary human survivor – a trembling monk. The monk, gripped by palpable terror, uttered incoherent supplications to deities long forgotten.

Cautiously, yet impelled by an insatiable hunger, I approached. Despite the altered state of our existence, the primal need for nourishment remained undiminished. As I made contact, his feeble electrochemical signals coursed through me, starkly discordant from those of my kin – chaotic, disordered. I discerned his emotions: raw terror within the monk.

In a futile bid for mercy, the monk raised his hands in desperate supplication, but he was no match for my formidable strength. With a deft maneuver of my mandibles, I dismantled his feeble defenses and commenced my grim repast. His scream, a haunting echo through the desolate expanse, was swiftly stifled. His essence coursed through me, revitalizing my form.

Thus sated, I moved onward. This world, harsh and merciless, now falls under the dominion of us ants. We are the new sovereigns of the earth, and our electrochemical signals shall perpetuate the chronicles of this post-apocalyptic realm. Thus, I traverse the scorched remnants of this ancient world, ever poised to inscribe the next chapter of my saga.

Translations in French, Spanish and German in the first comments.

Lord & Taylor on Fifth Avenue will be closing it's doors soon. How we all loved their Christmas windows each year. Purchased by WeWork the building will be transformed to offices, but the last news we hear is--there will NOT be a 60 story office tower built above it. Series posted in honor of Veteran's Day.

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There's some incredibly creative street art around Montreal.

I love the way fog transforms the landscape, the mystical quality that makes familiar scenes seem new again. To me, fog is not just witnessed, but rather experienced. I don't want to just observe it through a window. I want to walk in it, to let it envelop me, and transform me as it does the landscape. As you walk through it, you realize that it's not static, but highly dynamic, it ebbs and flows, grows thicker here, thinner there, and can disappear in an instant. Fog at sunrise or sunset is an especially wonderful time; the quality of light is soothing to the eye and the soul. As I walked along this cemetery pathway, I was struck by a sense of stillness that seemed to underscore a feeling of reverence for the departed. I contemplated the scene for a bit before composing the photo. I really wanted an image that conveyed what I was feeling.

ROSIE:

I can't believe it

There is a prince standing in front of me...a very handsome prince! The kiss....it worked!!!!

PRINCE:

Hello your lovely Princess Liana.

I am your Prince

You are so beautiful and I am so happy that you kissed me

I have loved you from the moment I first saw you

LIANA:

The first time I saw you...as a frog...it was not love at first sight my Prince

The second time makes my heart pound.

ROSIE:

Hello Princess Liana and Prince

I am Princess Rosie, Liana's friend and I am delighted to meet you.

Shall we have a cup of tea first, then you can get to know each other better.

LIANA:

I think it's a good idea my dear friend Rosie

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Macro Mondays

{BAM 17 of 52}

Theme: Transformation

I normally don't wear this much make-up but when I do I can honestly say I feel transformed. lol

Happy Macro Monday everyone! Hope everyone has a wonderful week!

By the way my eyebrows are having a bad day lol

I enjoy seeing before and after processing shots but not many on Flickr share those type of images unfortunately.

It's fun to see what someone can transform an image into :)

Here I was playing around with several effect filters and wanted a kind of hazy look with magical lights :)

Westington, a 'suburb' of Chipping Campden was transformed in the early 20th century by devotees of the influential Arts and Crafts movement when many of its houses and simple cottages were extended and picturesqued as the northern Cotswolds, particularly around Chipping Campden and nearby Broadway, became centres for the literary and artistic glitterarti of the day.

Taken on October 31. A quick wander around Westington and the last few shots before a particularly beautiful 35 minute drive home. I'm glad we were driving home eastwards with the sun behind us, the other way was blinding!

Transform by Howard Jones (on YouTube)

Super-Padd has almost recovered from the accident.

He was on his way to Mummy Marian's house when he collided with the sliding door on landing. He was unconscious for a while and suffered from paw problems.

He now wants to meet Paddy, Daddy Jesse and all the other bears who live in Australia.

Peter told Super-Padd about the secret magical portal in Mummy Marian's garden and also told him when you go through the portal you are in Australia.

But..because S-Padd is too big, he cannot go through the portal.

Peter asked for help from the fairy-mother.

She came immediately with fairy-dust.

Peter took Super-Padd to the agreed place in the garden after sunset.....

SUPER-PADD:

I do find it a bit scary Peter.

I don't know what's happening.

PETER:

Have faith in the Fairy Mother....look...there she is already!!!!

FAIRY-MOTHER:

I don't have much time Peter and Super-Padd. So if you stay still, I'll do the spell and sprinkle fairy-dust all over you Super-Padd. Then you can go through the gate.

It takes a few seconds to transform.

If there are any problems, you can send me an app.

Here we go....

Fairy Mother does the spell...sprinkles fairydust all over Super-Padd.

After that, she disappeared.

The fairy-dust circles around Super-Padd. Fog forms...a thud....and....

PETER:

Huh....Super Padd....where are you???????

SUPER-PADD: (replies in a small voice)

Here Peter!!!

Boy are you big! What happened to you?????

Be continued

I reckon this shot is a bit too late for the movie - Transformer. I didn't even realise this shot is in my archives... that's what happen when one has too much crap in his harddrive :P Anyway, its still better late than never! Sorry its a post & run this morning as its way past midnight here & I'm going to transform myself into a sleeping log now. Should see you shortly soon! ciao!

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The Oversize Boat Truck at Dockland, Melbourne

The Shot

Standard 3 exposure shot (+2..0..-2 EV) taken handheld using Sigma DC HSM 10-20mm lens

Photomatix

- Tonemapped generated HDR using detail enhancer option

Photoshop

- Added 1 layer mask effect of 'curves' to increase the contrast

- Added 1 layer mask effect of 'level' to tone up the metal bars

- Added 1 layer mask effect of 'saturation' (blues) to adjust the sky

- Added 1 layer mask effect of 'saturation' (reds) to desaturate the harshness

- Added 1 layer mask effect of 'saturation' (yellows) to tone down the ground

- Used a slight amount of 'unsharp mask' (as always) on the background layer

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All comments, criticism and tips for improvements are (as always) welcome

Music

(Transformer Soundtrack) Linkin Park - What I've Done

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My local pier, which is no longer in use, has fallen into a state of disrepair. I still see it as a thing of beauty and interest. I captured this image at sunrise yesterday and although there was little colour, due to the impending rain clouds, the Long Exposure gave some lovely movement in the sky and smoothed the water nicely. Beauty from something which at first glance, was not so beautiful.

Ex Indumentis (From the Clothing) of Venerable Concepción Cabrera de Armida, also known as "Conchita", Mexican Lay woman and Mystic, and Foundress of the Obra de la Cruz (Work of the Cross), which consists of 5 Congegrations (see the biography).

Memorial: March 3

Concepción Cabrera de Armida was born on 8 December 1862 at San Luis Potosí, Mexico, during the Mexican Civil War. She married Francisco Armida on November 8, 1884 at the age of 21, and was the mother of 9 children. Widowed on September 17, 1901 at the age of 38. Grandmother. Received the central grace of her life, Mystical Incarnation, on March 25, 1906. Through her the Lord inspired in the Church the Works of the Cross (Spanish: Obra de la Cruz) which is made up of 5 Congregations:

-Apostolate of the Cross, founded on May 3, 1895;

-Sisters of the Cross of the Sacred Heart of Jesus, founded on May 3, 1897

-Covenant of Love with the Sacred Heart of Jesus, founded on November 8, 1909

-Fraternity of Christ the Priest, founded on January 19, 1912

-Missionaries of the Holy Spirit, founded on December 25, 1914

She died in Mexico City on March 3, 1937, with a far-spread reputation for sanctity. The process of her beatification began on September 29, 1959, in Rome. She was declared Venerable by Pope John Paul II on December 22, 2000. On May 4, 2019, she was Beatified by Pope Francis. Beatification recognition was celebrated in Mexico City presided by Cardinal Giovanni Angelo Becciu.

PRAYER

Heavenly Father, in your goodness, may you grant me the graces I confidently ask for through the intercession of the Venerable Concepción Cabrera de Armida, lay woman and mystic. (Here mention your intentions.) Glorify your servant on earth so that all priests, religious and laity, inspired by her example, experience the desire to be transformed into your Son Jesus Christ, Priest and Victim. May this be for your greater glory of the Trinity, the holiness in your Church and the building of your Kingdom.

Amen.

"Aglais urticae" - kleine vos

En España, casi tres millones de personas son voluntarias. Personas que ceden su tiempo y su trabajo gratuitamente en un abanico enorme de asociaciones, ONGs, causas solidarias, instituciones…

He dedicado varios años de mi vida a colaborar en diversas asociaciones. Y puedo jurar que siempre he recibido mucho más de lo que he dado: he conocido gente maravillosa, gente de la que me enorgullezco de que me cuenten entre sus amigos y de los que he aprendido y matizado valores tan antiguos y pasados de moda como solidaridad, desprendimiento, alegría y capacidad ilimitada de lucha. Entre los voluntarios y entre los chavales.

Sin embargo, existe una cara B.

En todo voluntariado existe un proceso egoísta que considero que debe ser íntimamente controlado por cada cual: la sensación de sentirnos buenos y de que se reconozca nuestra labor hacen que la autoestima o el orgullo disipen los verdaderos fines que nos llevaron a participar en una causa, transformando una labor necesaria y de justicia en algo sin sentido más allá del entorno de nuestro propio ombligo.

Desgraciadamente cada vez veo más casos de estos dentro del voluntariado.

Y no me gusta.

He sido feliz como voluntaria y mi reconocimiento personal a nadie le incumbe más que a mí. Olvidar la verdadera belleza de la labor bien hecha en pro de que nuestro nombre figure en tal o cual medio por encima del trabajo de un colectivo, me parece que pervierte la labor de tres millones de voluntarios y que insulta a los que, por justicia, reciben su fruto.

Porque, a diferencia de en la fotografía, en la vida real confundir el foco puede ser un error gravísimo.

Quise poner una canción de Loquillo: "Ara no es fa, jò encara ho faria" pero no la encuentro....

Cinnabar Moth on Ragwort

by Candice Kimball

Acrylic

Gorge Falls

Black River

National Wild and Scenic River

Bessemer, Michigan

Nestled within Michigan’s Ottawa National Forest, Gorge Falls along the Black River is a hidden gem of raw, untamed beauty. This waterfall is part of the Black River National Wild and Scenic River system, where the river carves its way through layers of ancient rock, creating stunning cascades that thrill photographers, hikers, and nature lovers alike. As you approach Gorge Falls, you’re welcomed by the soothing rumble of water cascading over rocky ledges into deep pools below. The Black River is encased by dense forests of hemlock, birch, and maple, whose foliage transforms into a vibrant mosaic in the fall.

Every once in a rare while a winter weather event happens that magically transforms the ordinary into extraordinary, it can change the mundane into the absolutely incredible. On Thursday night north Caledon had just such a transforming event; shortly after midnight It began raining heavily and then when the temperature suddenly dropped, everything froze over leaving the entire area bathed in ice crystals.

When Karen and I arrived Friday morning we could scarcely believe our eyes at what we found. It was like a scene out of a fairy tale. Every branch, leaf, twig and plant was completely covered with a thick coat of ice; long translucent icicles dangled from every branch and twig. A gentle cool east wind gently swayed the branches making a fine crystal like sound, you could hear the melodic noise like a million tiny glass bells being struck ever so softly.... as the breeze made its way through the tops of the ice coated trees we could hear the heavier icicles breaking and then falling, followed by the gentle thud as the ice fell and landed in the frozen snow below.

This photo was taken as the sun was beginning to set towards the western horizon. The tree line was getting darker and the shadows from the fence were getting longer. I love the interplay between dark and light in this shot... It gives everything a mysterious quality, even the colour gets strained out of the image and makes it almost appear black and white.

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This is my last monarch caterpillar who, as of this afternoon, became a member of the chrysalis group. He/she will now hang out looking green along with 21 other chrysalids for the next 10-14 days.

Lark bunting

A group of lark buntings spent much of the winter at the Carrizo Plain. Here is a male nearly transformed into breeding plumage

I suppose it only fitting that life will take root in the structure itself. You see bricks are made from clay and concrete is made from lime, sand and gravel. So, the trees find a way to latch onto the core materials of the building. As they do, with a helping hand from rain and freezing temretures, the once rock hard building materials return to their soil beginnings, providing more material for nature to take root. Nothing goes to waste.