Polaroid 59

Either through the city or the faster way with the car ferry across the river.

A bit of an unplanned Uber round up today - with some new shoes from GOS that I want to just live in!!

Featuring:

GOS Hailee Tassel Sandals - available at Uber through 22-Aug

Neve Lettuce Top - available at Uber through 22-Aug

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Song:

∇ Katy Perry - Electric

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Photo taken at Tonarino:

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“The Great Translation Movement” ： twitter.com/tgtm_official

This is a group of young Chinese people who risked their lives to set up their own website for Chinese instant brainwashing news translating from Chinese to English, they have all been banned in the Chinese sphere of influence, they are often threatened by the officials, one volunteer translator has disappeared for many days.

An online anti-war movement launched during the 2022 Russian invasion of Ukraine. It seeks to expose pro-Russian, anti-American, anti-Japanese, anti-Western, and racially discriminatory sentiments in China by translating government propaganda and anti-western public opinion found on the Chinese internet into other languages, including English, Japanese, and Korean. Through such a movement, the participants aim to invoke the conscience of the Chinese People.

I hope that western friends pay more attention to them.🙏

because of our deep need to complain ;-)

Lily Tomlin

Climate Change Matters! Resist the Ignorant Orange Clown Prince!

The Waterfall of the Gods, Viking cruise excursion, Northern Iceland's Natural Treasures

Goðafoss translates from modern Icelandic as "the waterfall of the gods", a nickname said to come from a myth from Iceland's history. According to legend, after converting the country to Christianity, Þorgeir Ljósvetningagoði (one of the main rulers of the island at that time) threw all his pagan idols into the waterfall, thus changing the Viking gods for the Christian god.

Fly across the globe got a flight to catch tomorrow

I've been in Rome next I'm flyin' to Sapporo

Look out the window of a plane and I'm in sorrow

Explore the city then i'll fly back to Toronto

I've got a layover I'm lost up in translation

The jet lag hit me in a morning couldn't face it

I took the red eye so I'm sleeping for a day man

My phone get service when

The plane touch down on pavement

🌐where taken🌐

🎵music vibes🎵

—Lao Tzu

Kitch-Iti-Kipi

Big Springs

Palms Book State Park

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Now, I have not traveled to many places but this place was the most ethereal of all the views I'd ever seen. It was like Heaven had met earth and joined as one. Kitch-iti-kipi translates to "Big Cold Spring" The Ojibwe often refer to it as, "Mirror of Heaven". How fitting. :)

The Legend of Kitch-iti-kipi

Kitch-iti-kipi was supposedly a young chieftain whose girlfriend got the best of him. He told her he loved her far above the other dark-haired maidens dancing near his birchbark wigwam. "Prove it," she insisted. As a test of his devotion, she declared that he must set sail in his canoe on the pool deep in the conifer swamp. He was to catch her from his canoe as she leaped from an overhanging bough. His canoe tipped over as he was looking for her, while she was back at her village laughing with the other indian maidens about his silly quest.

According to legend the Spring was named Kitch-iti-kipi in memory of the young chieftain who went to his death in the icy waters in an attempt to satisfy the vain caprice of his ladylove.

Note: There will be more pictures to come of this place. How could I resist posting more when this place is so peaceful and dreamy.

shinjuku rain

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Explored highest position: 44 on Tuesday, September 29, 2020

"Antes que el sueño (o el terror) tejiera

mitologías y cosmogonías,

antes que el tiempo se acuñara en días,

el mar, el siempre mar, ya estaba y era

¿Quién es el mar? ¿Quién es aquel violento

y antiguo ser que roe los pilares

de la tierra y es uno y muchos mares

y abismo y resplandor y azar y viento?

Quien lo mira lo ve por vez primera,

siempre. Con el asombro que las cosas

elementales dejan, las hermosas

tardes, la luna, el fuego de una hoguera.

¿Quién es el mar, quién soy? Lo sabré el día

ulterior que sucede a la agonía."

Jorge Luis Borges

(English translation from rationalleycat.blogspot.com/2010/03/el-mar-traducido-por-...)

Before the dream (or the terror) could weave

Mythologies and cosmogonies,

Before the time could mint itself into days,

The sea, the always sea, it had been and it was.

Who is the sea? Who is that violent

Antique being that gnaws at the pillars

Of the earth and is one and many of the seas

And abyss and splendor and chance and wind?

Who looks on it sees it for the first time.

Always. With that wonder which all things

Elementary leave behind, the beauty

In evenings, the moon, flame of the bonfire.

Who is the sea, who am I? I will know it

In the days to come that follow the agony.

Jorge Francisco Isidoro Luis Borges Acevedo (24 August 1899 – 14 June 1986) was an Argentine short-story writer, essayist, poet and translator, and a key figure in Spanish-language and universal literature. His best-known books, Ficciones (Fictions) and El Aleph (The Aleph), published in the 1940s, are compilations of short stories interconnected by common themes, including dreams, labyrinths, philosophers, libraries, mirrors, fictional writers, and mythology.[3] Borges' works have contributed to philosophical literature and the fantasy genre, and have been considered by some critics to mark the beginning of the magic realist movement in 20th century Latin American literature.[4] His late poems converse with such cultural figures as Spinoza, Camões, and Virgil.

Jorge Francisco Isidoro Luis Borges Acevedo; 24 August 1899 – 14 June 1986) was an Argentine short-story writer, essayist, poet and translator, and a key figure in Spanish-language and universal literature. Borges' works have contributed to philosophical literature and the fantasy genre, and have been considered by some critics to mark the beginning of the magic realist movement in 20th century Latin American literature. His late poems converse with such cultural figures as Spinoza, Camões, and Virgil. (from Wikipedia)

Happy Monochrome Monday, everyone!

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Prachtige herfstkleuren in het landgoed Meer en Bos.

Ik zocht een manier om geen klassieke herfstfoto te maken maar een impressie te geven van al deze prachtige kleuren. Veel geëxperimenteerd met sluitertijden, lensopeningen en bewegingen tijdens het fotograferen bracht mij dit resultaat. De overige 40 probeersels vond ik niet goed genoeg. De nabewerking in Photoshop was minimaal.

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this lid to a candle holder is pink....how it became orange i do not know. gee.

Geschüttelt. Nicht gerührt.

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Actually one should translate the catchphrase in German like this: Erschüttert, nicht gerührt ... which makes a completely different sense ;-)

I found the following a little interesting:

No other drink in book and film history is as famous as Bond's Vodka Martini. The agent licensed to kill has a very precise idea of ​​how to mix this cocktail. The saying "Shaken, not stirred" is one of the most famous movie catchphrases of all time. Bond reaches for the glass on various occasions and in changing company. He drinks his vodka martini ice-cold, but without ice. So ice is put in the shaker, the vodka martini is shaken and finally the ice is filtered off. The name of the drink also causes further confusion: Martini is a very well-known vermouth brand, but Bond drinks his vodka martini entirely without this wine-containing ingredient. And James Bond wouldn't be James Bond if he didn't have an ace up his sleeve: Biochemists from the University of Western Ontario have found that the shaken variant with wormwood is healthier. In addition to the additional oxygen, it also contains more antioxidants that protect the body from free radicals.

- - - Well then ... cheers ;-)

I think my two virtual living room lights are having fun. And the mood goes with a drink, right?

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Eigentlich müsste man das Zitat im Deutschen so übersetzen: Erschüttert, nicht gerührt ... was einen ganz anderen Sinn ergibt ;-)

Ich fand folgendes ganz interessant:

Kein anderer Drink der Buch- und Film-Geschichte ist so bekannt wie Bonds Wodka Martini. Der Agent mit der Lizenz zum Töten hat eine ganz genaue Vorstellung davon, wie dieser Cocktail zu mixen ist. Der Spruch "Geschüttelt, nicht gerührt" ist eines der berühmtesten Filmzitate aller Zeiten. Bond greift zu den verschiedensten Anlässen und in wechselnder Gesellschaft zum Glas. Er trinkt seinen Wodka Martini eisgekühlt, aber ohne Eis. In den Shaker wird also Eis getan, der Wodka Martini wird geschüttelt und schließlich das Eis abgefiltert. Der Name des Getränks sorgt zudem für weitere Verwirrung: Martini ist zwar eine sehr bekannte Wermut-Marke, dennoch trinkt Bond seinen Wodka Martini ganz ohne diese weinhaltige Zutat. Und James Bond wäre nicht James Bond, wenn er nicht noch ein Ass im Ärmel hätte: Biochemiker der Universität Western Ontario haben festgestellt, dass die geschüttelte Variante mit Wermut gesünder ist. Sie enthält neben dem zusätzlichen Sauerstoff auch mehr Antioxidantien, die den Körper vor freien Radikalen schützt.

- - - Na denn ... Prost ;-)

Meine beiden virtuellen Wohnzimmerleuchten haben Spaß, glaube ich. Und die Stimmung passt zu einem Drink, oder?

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maybe the beginning of a series:

virtual light installation

Nobu Hotel, Willow Street, Shoreditch

Silver Gelatin Print.

Amsterdam, 2014

After 6 months in the former prison, the Gemeente Amsterdam judged that the refugees from We Are Here must leave the "Vluchthaven". The news was covered in het parool (local Amsterdam newspaper), translated here by a volunteer.

I know that dance...I've seen this shine in the mirror.

d.s.

IMPORTANT: for non-pro users who read the info on a computer, just enlarge your screen to 120% (or more), then the full text will appear below the photo with a white background - which makes reading so much easier.

The color version of the photo above is here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ticino-best-photos-of-southern-...

THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:

So far there's only been one photo in my gallery that hasn't been taken in my garden ('The Flame Rider', captured in the Maggia Valley: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/53563448847/in/datepo... ) - which makes the image above the second time I've "strayed from the path" (although not very far, since the photo was taken only approximately 500 meters from my house).

Overall, I'll stick to my "only-garden rule", but every once in a while I'll show you a little bit of the landscape around my village, because I think it will give you a better sense of just how fascinating this region is, and also of its history.

The title I chose for the photo may seem cheesy, and it's certainly not very original, but I couldn't think of another one, because it's an honest reflection of what I felt when I took it: a profound sense of peace - although if you make it to the end of this text you'll realize my relationship with that word is a bit more complicated.

I got up early that day; it was a beautiful spring morning, and there was still a bit of mist in the valley below my village which I hoped would make for a few nice mood shots, so I quickly grabbed my camera and went down there before the rising sun could dissolve the magical layer on the scenery.

Most human activity hadn't started yet, and I was engulfed in the sounds of the forest as I was walking the narrow trail along the horse pasture; it seemed every little creature around me wanted to make its presence known to potential mates (or rivals) in a myriad of sounds and voices and noises (in case you're interested, here's a taste of what I usually wake up to in spring, but you best use headphones: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfoCTqdAVCE )

Strolling through such an idyllic landscape next to grazing horses and surrounded by birdsong and beautiful trees, I guess it's kind of obvious one would feel the way I described above and choose the title I did, but as I looked at the old stone buildings - the cattle shelter you can see in the foreground and the stable further up ahead on the right - I also realized how fortunate I was.

It's hard to imagine now, because Switzerland is one of the wealthiest countries in the world today, but the men and women who had carried these stones and constructed the walls of these buildings were among the poorest in Europe. The hardships the people in some of the remote and little developed valleys in Ticino endured only a few generations ago are unimaginable to most folks living in my country today.

It wasn't uncommon that people had to sell their own kids as child slaves - the girls had to work in factories or in rice fields, the boys as "living chimney brushes" in northern Italy - just because there wasn't enough food to support the whole family through the harsh Ticino winters.

If you wonder why contemporary Swiss historians speak of "slaves" as opposed to child laborers, it's because that's what many of them actually were: auctioned off for a negotiable prize at the local market, once sold, these kids were not payed and in many cases not even fed by their masters (they had to beg for food in the streets or steal it).

Translated from German Wikipedia: ...The Piazza grande in Locarno, where the Locarno Film Festival is held today, was one of the places where orphans, foundlings and children from poor families were auctioned off. The boys were sold as chimney sweeps, the girls ended up in the textile industry, in tobacco processing in Brissago or in the rice fields of Novara, which was also extremely hard work: the girls had to stand bent over in the water for twelve to fourteen hours in all weathers. The last verse of the Italian folk song 'Amore mio non piangere' reads: “Mamma, papà, non piangere, se sono consumata, è stata la risaia che mi ha rovinata” (Mom, dad, don't cry when I'm used up, it was the rice field that destroyed me.)... de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaminfegerkinder

The conditions for the chimney sweeps - usually boys between the age of 8 and 12 (or younger, because they had to be small enough to be able to crawl into the chimneys) - were so catastrophic that many of them didn't survive; they died of starvation, cold or soot in their lungs - as well as of work-related accidents like breaking their necks when they fell, or suffocatig if they got stuck in inside a chimney. This practice of "child slavery" went on as late as the 1950s (there's a very short article in English on the topic here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spazzacamini and a more in depth account for German speakers in this brief clip: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gda8vZp_zsc ).

Now I don't know if the people who built the old stone houses along my path had to sell any of their kids, but looking at the remnants of their (not so distant) era I felt an immense sense of gratitude that I was born at a time of prosperity - and peace - in my region, my country and my home. Because none of it was my doing: it was simple luck that decided when and where I came into this world.

It also made me think of my own family. Both of my grandparents on my father's side grew up in Ticino (they were both born in 1900), but while they eventually left Switzerland's poorest region to live in its richest, the Kanton of Zurich, my grandfather's parents relocated to northern Italy in the 1920s and unfortunately were still there when WWII broke out.

They lost everything during the war, and it was their youngest daughter - whom I only knew as "Zia" which means "aunt" in Italian - who earned a little money to support herself and my great-grandparents by giving piano lessons to high-ranking Nazi officers and their kids (this was towards the end of the war when German forces had occupied Italy).

I never knew that about her; Zia only very rarely spoke of the war, but one time when I visited her when she was already over a 100 years old (she died at close to 104), I asked her how they had managed to survive, and she told me that she went to the local prefecture nearly every day to teach piano. "And on the way there would be the dangling ones" she said, with a shudder.

I didn't get what she meant, so she explained. Visiting the city center where the high ranking military resided meant she had to walk underneath the executed men and women who were hanging from the lantern posts along the road (these executions - often of civilians - were the Germans' retaliations for attacks by the Italian partisans).

I never forgot her words - nor could I shake the look on her face as she re-lived this memory. And I still can't grasp it; my house in Ticino is only 60 meters from the Italian border, and the idea that there was a brutal war going on three houses down the road from where I live now in Zia's lifetime strikes me as completely surreal.

So, back to my title for the photo above. "Peace". It's such a simple, short word, isn't it? And we use it - or its cousin "peaceful" - quite often when we mean nice and quiet or stress-free. But if I'm honest I don't think I know what it means. My grandaunt Zia did, but I can't know. And I honestly hope I never will.

I'm sorry I led you down such a dark road; I usually intend to make people smile with the anecdotes that go with my photos, but this one demanded a different approach (I guess with this latest image I've strayed from the path in more than one sense, and I hope you'll forgive me).

Ticino today is the region with the second highest average life expectancy in Europe (85.2 years), and "The Human Development Index" of 0.961 in 2021 was one of the highest found anywhere in the world, and northern Italy isn't far behind. But my neighbors, many of whom are now in their 90s, remember well it wasn't always so.

That a region so poor it must have felt like purgatory to many of its inhabitants could turn into something as close to paradise on Earth as I can imagine in a person's lifetime should make us all very hopeful. But, and this is the sad part, it also works the other way 'round. And I believe we'd do well to remember that, too.

To all of you - with my usual tardiness but from the bottom of my heart - a happy, healthy, hopeful 2025 and beyond.

This view is a reward after a sporty ski day.

For mountain lovers: the big rocky peak in the front is the "Langkofel" (Sassolungo) and the rocky plateau in the back is the Sella massif.

Sassolungo: 3,181 meters (10,436 feet), situated in the Trentino-Alto Adige/Südtirol region, near the towns of Selva di Val Gardena and Campitello di Fassa; The name "Sassolungo" translates to "Long Stone" in Italian, which aptly describes its elongated shape.

Sella Massif (German: Sellagruppe): mountain group in the Dolomites of northern Italy, located in the regions of South Tyrol, Trentino, and Veneto; highest point of the massif is the Piz Boè, which stands at 3,152 meters (10,334 feet)

Holocaust Memorial

Berlin

In Museum Beelden aan Zee,

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Sos del Rey Católico es un municipio español de la comarca de las Cinco Villas, al noroeste de la provincia de Zaragoza, en la comunidad autónoma de Aragón. Dependen del municipio cinco asentamientos de población: Barués, Novellaco, Mamillas, Campo Real y Sofuentes.

La ubicación de esta población, en una elevación del terreno rocosa la convirtió durante mucho tiempo en plaza fuerte y, desde que fue reconquistada en el siglo X, tuvo gran importancia como ciudad fronteriza. En 1044 fue incorporada por Ramiro I al Reino de Aragón.

En el año 1452, en plena Guerra Civil de Navarra, la reina Juana Enríquez se desplazó a la entonces llamada "Sos" a secas, donde dio a luz al infante Fernando que luego se convertiría en Fernando el Católico. Ese nacimiento añadió la coletilla de "del Rey Católico" al nombre de la población.

En 1711 fue nombrada Capital de las Cinco Villas.

Todo su casco histórico está muy bien conservado y el pueblo está declarado Conjunto Histórico Artístico y Bien de Interés Cultural en el año 1968. La excepcional conservación de su casco urbano hace que un paseo por esta localidad se convierta en un viaje al pasado destacando las murallas, iglesias, la Plaza de la Villa y el Palacio de los Sada, donde nació Fernando el Católico en el año 1452. En Sos del Rey Católico se rodó la película La vaquilla (1985) de Luis García Berlanga, en la que actuaron como extras muchos de los vecinos de la localidad.

En enero de 2016 entró a formar parte de La asociación de los pueblos más bonitos de España.

es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sos_del_Rey_Católico

Sos del Rey Católico (in Aragonese: Sos d'o Rei Catolico) is a historic town and municipality in the Cinco Villas comarca, province of Zaragoza, in Aragon, Spain.

Located on rocky and elevated terrain, this important border town served well as a stronghold from the year 907 when it was reclaimed by Sancho I of Pamplona.

It was incorporated in 1044 by Ramiro I into the Kingdom of Aragon.

In the year 1452, during the Navarrese Civil War, Queen Juana Enríquez de Córdoba moved to the town, then called "Sos". There she gave birth to the infante Ferdinand on March 10, 1452, who later became Ferdinand II of Aragon, one of the Catholic Monarchs. His birth added "d'o Rei Catolico" to the name of the town, which translates as "of the Catholic Monarch".

In 1711 it was named as the capital of the Cinco Villas.

The exceptional preservation of the historic center makes a stroll around this town becomes a journey into the past highlighting the city walls, churches, Plaza de la Villa and the Palacio de los Sada, where Ferdinand was born in 1452.

The film La vaquilla was shot in Sos with many locals working as extras. It was directed by Pablo Garcia Albano.

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Pose : ::RBento:: Closer -Clouples Bento pose

Rbento Shop : maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Lost%20Inhibitions/166/188/25

Verona, Italy, 2016

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Zoetermeer, je verwacht het niet.

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Translation: Trieste, a piece of my heart.

This photo is for a contest and I reeaaally hope to win :) wish me good luck!

All the photos are taken by me.

A special thanks to my brother and Silvia for helping me to improve it.

Inspired by this photo.

Thanks for all your comments and faves, much appreciated as

always.

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Section 8, Melbourne CBD

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We cross our bridges as we come to them and burn them behind us,

with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered

It makes me sad this photo is so small, but I don't really think there's much I can do about it. Click to view large!!! You know you want to. :)

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Kyoto Gion District - 9th May 2023.

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Entree van het Van Gogh museum in Amsterdam

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Hats off to the special and entitled for whom collective benefits are a concept unknown.

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In the mid 1400's, this bridge was a meat market. The famed Medici of Firenze (Florence) tossed out the butchers who threw their waste from the bridge into the Arno River because of the stench. They were replaced by artisans who made and sold gold jewelry. The gold merchants remain to this day.

Ponte Vecchio translates to "old bridge".

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Mt Si. / North Bend, WA

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Candid street photography from Glasgow, Scotland. Wishing you all a wonderful weekend of shooting!

Jökulsárlón (Icelandic pronunciation: [ˈjœːkʏlsˌaurˌlouːn]; translates to "glacial river lagoon" is a large glacial lake in southern part of Vatnajökull National Park, Iceland. Situated at the head of the Breiðamerkurjökull glacier, it developed into a lake after the glacier started receding in the late 19th century. The lake has grown since then at varying rates because of melting of the glaciers. The glacial front is now about 8 km (5.0 mi) away from the ocean's edge and the lake covers an area of about 25 km2 (9.7 sq mi). In 2009 it was reported to be the deepest lake in Iceland, at over 284 m (932 ft), as glacial retreat extended its boundaries.[2] The size of the lake has increased fourfold since the 1970s.

Jökulsárlón has been a setting for four Hollywood movies: A View to a Kill, Die Another Day, Lara Croft: Tomb Raider, and Batman Begins, as well as the reality TV series The Amazing Race. In 1991, Iceland issued a postage stamp, with a face value of 26 kronur, depicting Jökulsárlón.

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view from office window this evening. No tripod