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Left us a couple of days ago. The picture was taken in September 2022, it was the last photo we have of a much loved, dear friend.
He was the ultimate feline, ever elegant and unreadable.
Not sure what the story is on this boathouse. The sign is battered up and almost unreadable but the roof looks new and it's a metal roof. Those aren't cheap. Anyway, Happy Weekend Everyone
(in Penrhyn-coch/ in the community of Trefeurig/ Ceredigion/ Wales)
It was pure luck that a Polar Bear (!) was watching over the incoming traffic. No people dared going outside which was good for me - so I was be able to take a photo of just a street scene without any people. Thanks to the bear - resting in front of the car- the car plate was unreadable ! And this is NOT ARTIFICIAL Intelligence (AI), but BEAR Intelligence (BI) !!!
In fact, I had not expected a polar bear there in the middle of the village at all, but as said so often:
------------------😄"Anything is possible in Wales"😄 ---------------------
-----------------(especially on a CrAzY TuEsDaY like this) ----------------
[Dedicated to CRA (ILYWAMHASAM)]
😄HaPpY CrAzY Tuesday😄
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CrAzY Tuesday #StreetScenes
Canon PowerShot SX430 IS
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As I said in my last photo, darkness is also as much as light, useful! When I took this shot the light meter was very negative and I thought to myself, so what, go for it and so when reviewing it I chuckled and I thought to myself that, the only thing that's missing is the unreadable logo or name of some black metal band in the top corner, the sort of thing you see from those strange people from Norway with the face paints and deluded perspectives of the world.
Anyway, now that I've successfully chewed up my own art, it is here that I remind myself about my purpose in every shot I take, is to create an atmosphere, and atmospheres can go in all sorts of directions. When I looked at this I thought of the darker realms of an unexplored human psyche, the places where we wonder subconsciously and ask the more fearful questions of life, such what is after death, where do nightmares come from, are thoughts and inventions of horror and terror truly our own?!
On another note, Nyctophilia is the love of darkness or night; finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness. Which funnily enough, I do!
I hope everyone is well, much appreciation to all my followers new and old, plus all the faves and comments, but as always, thank you! :)
PS: This is actually a partial Monochrome (slightly), I rendered the Orange down to whiten out the Sun for the effect. Zoom in and look around. :)
Tville - Halloween Eyes
This new model are be available at Dollholic event from Oct 18th to Nov 12th. Comes in 3 packs ( plus a discounted fatpack).
Included :
- Lelutka appliers ( for EVO / EVOX)
- Bom layers ( for AK ADVX, HDPRO, EVOX)
- Omega Appliers ( for any mesh head supporting Omega)
Showed on Genus head omega
Taxi to event:
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In store after event
Taxi to shop:
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Paper birds in lockdown
We are the paper birds,
With our knotted wings that are, unreadable,
No longer able to float us on the wind.
Our beloved deep views of the landscape beneath,
Are just a distant memory.
In this silence the clock is ticking days away,
We are heading for winter,
And then another five months, it doesn’t seem much but,
We can’t fly no more, neither can time.
The lucky ones among us are still alive
And join us on this slow boat, sailing through the foggy night.
We know: one day this knot that ties our spirit,
Will be undone, our wings unfolded, our message readable,
And we, the paper birds, will fly into a brighter world.
29.11.2020 - CvS - Brussels - BE
I'm back again, but with many problems, the backup disk (Time Machine) or the data is unreadable by the crash of the computer, luckily I had the pictures also on another backup, still a lot of work to the computer to set again, and all apps get back to work.
Thanks for your visit and comments, I appreciate that very much!
Please don't use this image on websites, blogs or other media without my explicit permission. © all rights reserved.
Regards, Bram (BraCom)
The sign says:
"!! ACHTUNG !! Hier darf nur GRASSCHNITT und LAUB abgelagert werden! BAUMSCHNITT, ASTWERK, etc muß gehäckselt werden und ist ebenso wie [nicht lesbar] IN DIE DEPONIE zu bringen."
Which means:
"IMPORTANT: you may only leave GRASS CUTTINGS and DEAD LEAVES here! TREE CUTTINGS and BRANCHES have to be shredded and, as with [unreadable], brought to the tip."
On the other side of the Twente Canal, in a quiet spot in the forest, is the Jewish cemetery with around forty graves. The land was made available in the 19th century by the Baron van Twickel and was ready as a burial ground in 1875. There are some particularly beautiful tombstones with elaborate inscriptions that are partially or completely unreadable by the average visitor because of the Hebrew text. The oldest stone is that of Elizabeth de Leeuw - Samüels (1802-1879) and the Dutch inscription on the front of the stone with its roof-shaped top reads: Here rests / the body / of / Mj. the Wed. de Leeuw / Geb. Samüels. / Born in Rijssen / 6 August 5562 / Died in Delden. /December 11. 5640. / The Hebrew text on the back of the stone: P N / Her house was sustained by her grace and compassion / Her hands have never sought rest / She was father and mother to her children / a good woman…. (text from Proverbs) / Her name is Bele the daughter of Abraham / the wife of Joseph the Lion / and her mother's name is Riska / She was born on 8 Av 5562 and she went / to her eternity on Wednesday 2 Tevet 640 / TNSBH
www.tsa-delden.nl/startpagina/pronkstuk-stad-en-ambt-deld...
Ambt Delden, The Netherlands
On the other side of the Twente Canal, in a quiet spot in the forest, is the Jewish cemetery with around forty graves. The land was made available in the 19th century by the Baron van Twickel and was ready as a burial ground in 1875. There are some particularly beautiful tombstones with elaborate inscriptions that are partially or completely unreadable by the average visitor because of the Hebrew text. The oldest stone is that of Elizabeth de Leeuw - Samüels (1802-1879) and the Dutch inscription on the front of the stone with its roof-shaped top reads: Here rests / the body / of / Mj. the Wed. de Leeuw / Geb. Samüels. / Born in Rijssen / 6 August 5562 / Died in Delden. /December 11. 5640. / The Hebrew text on the back of the stone: P N / Her house was sustained by her grace and compassion / Her hands have never sought rest / She was father and mother to her children / a good woman…. (text from Proverbs) / Her name is Bele the daughter of Abraham / the wife of Joseph the Lion / and her mother's name is Riska / She was born on 8 Av 5562 and she went / to her eternity on Wednesday 2 Tevet 640 / TNSBH
www.tsa-delden.nl/startpagina/pronkstuk-stad-en-ambt-deld...
Toughest ghost sign in town to shoot. Either too much light or not enough. Shot this at the perfect time and I still can’t read it. Looks like there are at least three different layers.
This photograph captures the beauty of autumn within the Botanical Garden of the University of Vienna. A prominent, mature coniferous tree dominates the foreground, its deep green needles contrasting vividly with the surrounding foliage displaying warm, golden-yellow hues. The complementary colors create a visually striking effect. A pathway winds through the garden, lined with various plants and trees, leading towards a distant building. Several people are strolling along the path, enjoying the scenery. The sky is a clear, bright blue with scattered clouds. The overall impression is one of tranquility and natural beauty.
He was excellent at poker. His bluffs were unreadable!
One of Dunedin's many basalt cliffs from a 10 million year extinct volcano seen at Back Beach, St Clair. Looked so excited to stiil be playing even after folding him..
On the border between Utah and Arizona, in Arizona on the side of the rode 2321 N Main St, Fredonia, AZ 86022, there is the Buckskin Tavern. Parked out in front of the tavern's unreadable sign is a beat up old truck. I thought it made for a cool photo.
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We found another open church! Well, OK, Anita found another open church! LOL This one was in a little place called Norwood which consisted of a half dozen houses or less and this old church. I think its one claim to fame being that a certain W.A.R Goodwin lived here as a child and went on to be very instrumental in the restoration of what is now called Colonial Williamsburg. Sadly, this church didn't seem to be in such great shape and the cemetery consisted of only 3 visible gravestones, all very old and unreadable.
On the border between Utah and Arizona, in Arizona on the side of the rode 2321 N Main St, Fredonia, AZ 86022, there is the Buckskin Tavern. Parked out in front of the tavern's unreadable sign is a beat up old truck. I thought it made for a cool photo.
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This time we did another experiment with primary colors. We wanted to add a melting effect to the letters without the letters becoming unreadable. To get the best result we thought that the fill in should be mostly done with hard edges and the melted part only with curly waves. It worked very well.
Kayla’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean you can’t allow us to fall into their hands? We don’t intend to be captured by the reptilians.”
“Do you intend to hold us prisoner?” demanded Kayla. “We are on a mission and time is running out.”
K’hall’s expression darkened, a shadow crossing his features. “Let us speak plainly. Had I not intervened, you would already be in the lizard’s grasp.”
“No, not prisoners. But I cannot allow you to leave” He leaned closer, his presence suddenly oppressive. “Tell me of your mission. Why were you searching for the underground? What lies beneath that demands such risk?”
Kayla hesitated, then drew a slow breath, steadying the tremor in her chest. “The reptilians reproduce in cycles—synchronized, absolute. When the new brood hatches, the old dies. That cycle is beginning now. If we destroy the nest—all of it—we end them.”
K’hall’s eyes locked onto hers, unreadable... “How can you be sure of this? That this is the moment?”
“My people have studied them for millions of years. Their biological rhythms are precise—predictable. They regenerate every 1,517 years. We’ve tried before, but we failed to destroy every egg. With this hatching the reptiles will reach a critical population. They will outnumber the humans. This time, we must succeed.”
She looked directly at him, her voice low. “Earth has changed drastically since my time. I don’t know where the nest is anymore—not in this time.”
Adrienne’s breath caught. “Arcturian.” Ahe knew that sounded familiar. Star beings. An advanced civilization from the Arcturus star system. Earth guardians, according to UFO lore.
She spoke, urgency sharpening her tone. “Everything we’ve gathered pointed to the entrance you attacked as the most likely one leading to the nest. We need your guidance. If that wasn’t the entrance we seek, could you please lead us to the correct one?”
Kayla looked at Adrienne. Puzzled at her approach.
Before K’hall could answer, one of his crew approached swiftly. “K’hall. Another signal. Coordinates are unstable, but it is close.”
“Thank you, Avhal. Move to intercept. Stay cloaked.”
K’hall turned back to the girls, his voice edged with suspicion. “Tell me—do you have allies I should know about?”
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Adrienne trembled, her breath ragged. She knelt next to Kayla and watched through the veil as the man in the black suit disappeared back inside. The air around her felt heavier, charged with the impossibility of what she had just witnessed.
“Okay, Kayla. I completely believe in shape-shifting lizards.”
Kayla’s expression was unreadable. “I’m sorry. I told you—but you have to see to believe. We were safe, but let’s not risk him coming back.” She reached for Adrienne’s hand. “Let’s jump.”
The world around them blinked, and suddenly, they were elsewhere.
Kayla’s smile was warm but firm. “Welcome to my shelter.”
Adrienne took a slow step forward, scanning the space. It was a cozy apartment-like setting—but something felt... off. “No windows?” she asked.
Kayla held another bottle of wine. “No windows. No doors. We’re a mile underground, surrounded by solid rock. The only way in or out is to jump. We are absolutely safe here.”
Adrienne sank into the sofa, her body still trembling, releasing a slow sigh. The quiet pop of the cork made her flinch.
Kayla poured a glass and handed it to her. “Take out your VDD and hold it in your hand.”
Adrienne set down her drink and obeyed, her fingers curling around the device.
“Now,” Kayla said, “think about activating it.”
A soft hum resonated through Adrienne’s palm, the device pulsing with light.
“Perfect.” Kayla’s gaze sharpened. “Now, focus on sitting in that chair over there... And don’t worry. If something happens, I can pull you back.”
Adrienne hesitated, then concentrated. In the blink of an eye, she was across the room setting in the chair. Her breath hitched.
“Wow,” she whispered.
Kayla nodded approvingly. “Now, think, focus, about sitting on the sofa again.”
The world blurred, then settled. Adrienne was back on the sofa.
Adrienne stared at the device, running her fingers over its warm surface. “Now, think about deactivating it.” Adrieene did. The hum and glow ceased.
Kayla took a sip of wine. “That’s your first teleportation lesson,” Kayla said with satisfaction. Put it away—and remember, it must stay on your person at all times.”
Adrienne exhaled deeply. Her muscles ached from the tension, the weight of the day pressing into her bones.
Kayla swirled her wine. “It’s been a very long day.”
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This is a rather rare occurrence on the busy ECMT! Everything is normally hauled by a single DL, so any double headers, let alone triple headers are extremely uncommon.
This is another attempt at a pan shot. I think it is not too bad, the front of the train is quite sharp, but not perfect. The clouds also looked rather cool, but they lose their form a bit with the blur.
I only realized after my shots had been taken that the pan blur would have made the train numbers unreadable. So I missed them completely :( At least you can see the front one...
Kayla couldn’t hide her satisfaction—Adrienne had taken to the VDD with uncanny ease. Over the past few days, they’d leapt across countless locations, Adrienne increasingly taking the lead.
“You’re doing fantastic,” Kayla said with a wide smile, watching Adrienne recalibrate after a particularly sharp reentry.
Adrienne let out a disbelieving laugh. “It’s all so clear. Like muscle memory... like I was doing this just yesterday.”
Kayla nodded. “Some knowledge runs deeper than memory.”
Kayla poured two glasses of wine, took a drink from one and handed the other glass to Adrienne.
“But we haven’t touched time travel yet,” Adrienne added, frowning. “I’m not sure I understand how that works.”
Kayla sipped her wine. “That’s... complicated,” Kayla admitted, her tone shifting. “To be honest, I’m not sure we even fully grasped it when you were one of us before.”
Adrienne tilted her head, curious.
“Time isn’t a straight line,” Kayla continued. “It doesn’t move cleanly from past to present to future. Think of it like a thick, folded blanket—layers compressed together. That fold… we call it the quantum fold. Past, present, future—they’re all happening at once.”
She tapped her VDD lightly. “With this, we can access straight through those layers. But here’s where it gets trickier: an infinite number of alternate timelines are stacked on top of each other. It’s easy to become lost. You must always remember to set a home beacon on your VDD whenever you time travel.”
Adrienne blinked. “So… multiverses. Like in the movies.”
“Yes—and no,” Kayla replied. “Time travel is incredibly dangerous. Especially moving backward. One small misstep, and you might erase yourself. Or worse—change something you never meant to.”
Adrienne gave a short nod. “Yeah, I’ve seen
how that goes in sci-fi.”
“What about other dimensions?” she added. “Are those the same as alternate timelines?”
“Not even close,” Kayla said. “Dimensions aren’t timelines—they’re entirely separate realms. Parallel realities that exist beside ours, unseen but present.”
A flicker of something unreadable crossed her face. “They’re… strange. Some harbor things we have names for—Bigfoot, spirits, demons. Others defy explanation. Not all are safe. A few are.”
Adrienne’s eyes widened slightly. “That’s why—when we escaped the reptiles—you took us between dimensions?”
Kayla nodded once. “Between is a safe zone, one that is neither here nor there.”
Adrienne studied her, catching a stray thought that hadn’t been meant for sharing.
She hesitated. “Kayla… why were you sent here?”
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the world is a dark and confusing place,
made of hard shadows and unreadable architecture.
the facts are few, the evidence is scarce.
but sometimes, a single figure emerges
from the darkness.
he is not a witness, nor a defendant.
he is the carrier of a single, simple truth.
a plain, white, luminous object.
he does not explain it.
he simply delivers it into the light.
A number of these old buildings have ghost signs from past occupants (Carruthers Jones Shoe Co. and one unreadable). Saint Louis, MO at one point through at least the first half of the 20th century was a center for shoe manufacturing. Thanks for noticing this with me.
the corridor was not built, but grown, a ribcage of a long-dead leviathan. each arch was a perfect, repeating echo of the one before it, a hypnotic path leading to a wall of pure, undifferentiated light. she walked towards it, a simple silhouette, her purpose unreadable. she was a single, dark data point moving through a vast, silent architecture. a traveler at the final gate, about to step from the known geometry of the passage into the brilliant, formless unknown.
A bustling scene at the Wiener Rathausplatz, showcasing a vibrant festival atmosphere with numerous people enjoying food and drinks under large, white tents. The iconic Rathaus (City Hall) is visible in the background, its intricate architecture adding a historical backdrop to the lively event. The scene is filled with colorful seating arrangements, food stalls, and a general sense of merriment.
My hometown's cemetery was founded in the early 1800s. It replaced a smaller one that was near the center of town (now gone). I haven't started looking into its history just yet, but when visiting a couple of years ago, I noticed this stack of gravestones.
Cemeteries vary in what they do with their detached and wayward stones. This cemetery chooses to stack them. Others choose to keep them in a building on the premises. Others just toss them into a nearby woodlot.
We don't have a good method of keeping track of this stuff, especially after 200 or so years. The ground shifts in cemeteries, especially old ones. There's erosion and decay, even above the ground.
Often, when stones become dislodged, they are also unreadable. Old marble stones are mostly decayed to the point where not a thing can be read. Add to it stones in German (which this cemetery has many of) and the use of outdated typefaces. You can look at an even slightly weathered stone and have no idea what it's trying to tell you.
So that stack may seem weird careless, but the alternatives are probably worse. A little town like this doesn't have the resources to preserve and restore or replace these stones. And really, they shouldn't be expected to.
We like to think that once our loved ones (or ourselves) are buried and a stone is placed at our head that it will be there forever. That's essentially impossible. And that's okay too.
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'Aperpetual'
Camera: Chamonix 45F-2
Lens: Steinheil Rapid Antiplanet 6,5; 27cm
Film: Agfa CP-BU M X-Ray Film; 50iso
Exposure: f/12 1/2sec
Process: Rodinal; 1+100; 5min
Pennsylvania
July 2024
They stood in the open square before the DOM — one with a cross, the other with a sign that read zu blöd. I don’t know if they were together or if chance had written their alignment, but for a moment the scene felt deliberate, as though faith and doubt had stepped into the same frame.
The man with the cross held it as one might hold an apology, or a burden too familiar to name. The other stood motionless, expression unreadable, sign lifted like a quiet verdict. Around them, tourists and worshippers passed — some looking away, others pausing, perhaps unsure which man to understand.
Cologne has a way of drawing paradox into the open — belief beside disbelief, reverence beside protest — and still, the cathedral rises over it all, patient and unoffended.
she was focused on her phone, fingers moving across the screen. then she looked up. just for a second. a glance, sharp and unreadable. raindrops clung to her umbrella, the city moved around her. but in that moment, it was just her and the camera.
Once upon a time, in a world long forgotten, information was delivered in a much slower pace.
Bits and Bytes were a scarce resource and a double-sided, double-density floppy disk would boast a generous 360 kB of capacity.
At that rate, installing a pilot for a VGA graphic card required you to insert 4 disks one after the over, when prompted to do so. All the while hoping you didn't store them too close to a strong magnet, otherwise they would get unreadable!
For this week's "anachronism" topic, I chose a stack of 5"1/4 floppy disks. As their size is obviously larger than the allowed 3", I concentrated on the iconic shape combination that make them immediately recognizable, for anyone who dabbed with those.
Adrienne fixed her gaze on K’hall, her voice steady but laced with urgency. “Our mission is to locate and destroy the reptilian nest. If Kayla’s double is operating with the same objective, she’ll be drawn to it. Help us find the nest, and we may find her.”
K’hall said nothing. He paced slowly, his expression unreadable.
Kayla turned facing K’hall, “The reptiles only breed one time then die off. Once their eggs are destroyed, their forces will collapse. No more breeding, no more reinforcements. And with that, the threat of them breaching the veil will be gone—for good.”
K’hall halted mid-step. “Bext,” he called, his voice low but commanding.
A tall figure emerged from the bright light of the bridge. Her frost-white hair shimmered under the overhead lights, and her blue eyes sharp. She moved with quiet precision, her presence commanding without a word.
“What intelligence do we have on the lizards’ breeding grounds?” K’hall asked.
Bext moved to the nearest console, fingers gliding across the interface. The screen flickered to life, casting a pale glow across her face. After a moment, she turned back to him. “Nothing. No records. No patterns. Their breeding sites are not in our data base.”
K’hall’s gaze shifted to Adrienne, then to Kayla. “Our data on the lizards is extensive—but it’s all tactical. Military deployments. Human infiltration and enslavement. Their reproductive infrastructure is a blind spot.”
Kayla stood stepping to the console. “I have coordinates of the nest location from my time. The Earth has changed—tectonic drift, submerged regions—but they might still point us in the right direction.”
She recited the coordinates, each number a location long lost. Bext entered them into the system, the screen flickering as it processed the data.
K’hall nodded. “Bext, cross-reference those coordinates with all known subterranean structures. Instruct every ship in the fleet to initiate deep scans of underground sectors. If there’s a nest buried beneath the surface, I want it found.”
Bext gave a crisp nod and turned back to the console, her fingers already summoning the fleet-wide command.
The room fell into a tense silence, broken only by the soft hum of scanners coming online.
K’hall ran his hand through his hair. “And now we wait for the scans and listen for your double to activate her device.”
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On the border between Utah and Arizona, in Arizona on the side of the rode 2321 N Main St, Fredonia, AZ 86022, there is the Buckskin Tavern. Parked out in front of the tavern's unreadable sign is a beat up old truck. I thought it made for a cool photo.
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journalism is unreadable and literature is not read :-) Oscar Wilde.
yates mill pond, wake county, north carolina
The night is like a troubled dream. No matter how hard you focus your eyes signs are unreadable, landmarks unfamiliar and you feel utterly lost.
The evening air hums with the quiet rhythm of something almost there, the kind of stillness that lingers before a melody finds its first note. Marqs stands just a step away, watching Nene as she sits on the haybale, boot tapping out an absent beat.
"You always sit like that when you’re waitin’ on somethin’?" he asks, voice easy, carrying the kind of patience that says he’s not in a hurry—but he ain’t leaving, either.
Nene tilts her head, amusement flickering beneath the brim of her hat. "Depends. You always ask questions when you already know the answer?"
Marqs chuckles, taking a slow step forward. "Just makin’ sure. Some folks tap their boot like that when they’re thinkin’. Others do it when they feel like dancin’."
She smirks, watching him now. "And which one do I look like?"
Marqs shifts, barely bridging the space between them, his grin pulling just enough to make it teasing. "Hard to say. Reckon I’d know better if you stood up."
Nene exhales a quiet laugh, shaking her head. "Now, that’s a clever way of askin’."
"Didn’t say I was askin'," Marqs says, tipping his hat. "Just wonderin’ if you got a reason for sittin’ here instead."
Nene pauses, just long enough to let the moment breathe, let him wait for an answer. Then—soft, certain—she says, "I’m waiting on the right song."
Marqs watches her, something unreadable passing through his expression, though his grin doesn’t quite fade. He lets her words settle, lets them find a place in the quiet between them. Then, with the ease of someone who knows every good song starts with a little patience, he tips his hat one last time.
"Well then," he says, voice lighter now, carrying something sure, something steady. "Guess I better stick around long enough to hear it."
she sat on a bench, scrolling, exhaling, lost in a thought she didn’t share. the smoke curled between us, vanishing before it could settle. a glance—direct, unreadable, gone in a second. plaça del rosari, a fleeting moment given, not taken.
On the other side of the Twente Canal, in a quiet spot in the forest, is the Jewish cemetery with around forty graves. The land was made available in the 19th century by the Baron van Twickel and was ready as a burial ground in 1875. There are some particularly beautiful tombstones with elaborate inscriptions that are partially or completely unreadable by the average visitor because of the Hebrew text. The oldest stone is that of Elizabeth de Leeuw - Samüels (1802-1879) and the Dutch inscription on the front of the stone with its roof-shaped top reads: Here rests / the body / of / Mj. the Wed. de Leeuw / Geb. Samüels. / Born in Rijssen / 6 August 5562 / Died in Delden. /December 11. 5640. / The Hebrew text on the back of the stone: P N / Her house was sustained by her grace and compassion / Her hands have never sought rest / She was father and mother to her children / a good woman…. (text from Proverbs) / Her name is Bele the daughter of Abraham / the wife of Joseph the Lion / and her mother's name is Riska / She was born on 8 Av 5562 and she went / to her eternity on Wednesday 2 Tevet 640 / TNSBH
www.tsa-delden.nl/startpagina/pronkstuk-stad-en-ambt-deld...
Himachal-pradesh (Inde 1995) - Nous avons quitté Leh, la capitale du Ladakh et nous roulons depuis 15 heures en direction de Manali. Dans moins d'une heure, le soleil aura disparu et il va falloir trouver une yourte pour passer la nuit. Question de sécurité. Seuls les chauffeurs suicidaires roulent sur cette route à la nuit tombée.
Le paysage est grandiose et je demande que l'on s'arrête pour faire une ou deux photos. Nous venons de dépasser ce camion à qui nous avons laissé deux litres d'eau pour son radiateur en surchauffe. Si vous avez la curiosité de regarder cette photo en grand format vous verrez que le capot du camion est ouvert.
Descendu de notre véhicule, je me saisis de mon 300 mm. Pour rendre sa "grandeur" et la dimension du paysage, contrairement à une idée trop répandue, c'est une longue focale qui donne le meilleur résultat en rapprochant les perspectives. Si j'avais utilisé un grand-angle, le camion disparaissait dans le paysage, devenant illisible et la montagne qui attire le regard, perdait de sa majesté au profit d'un premier plan sans intérêt.
Nikon F 90 - 300 mm Nikkor IFED - Film Ilford HP5 +, développé dans du Microphen à bain perdu, dilué 1+3.
Nuémrisation réalisée avec un Nikon D 750
Radiator overheating
Himachal-pradesh (India 1995) - We left Leh, the capital of Ladakh and we have been driving for 3pm towards Manali. In less than an hour, the sun will be gone and we will have to find a yurt to spend the night. Security Question. Only suicidal drivers drive on this road after dark.
The landscape is magnificent and I ask that we stop to take one or two photos. We have just passed this truck to which we left two liters of water for its overheated radiator. If you have the curiosity to look at this photo in large format you will see that the hood of the truck is open.
Got out of our vehicle, I grabbed my 300mm. To restore its "greatness" and the dimension of the landscape, contrary to a too widespread idea, it is a long focal length which gives the best result by bringing the perspectives closer.
If I had used a wide-angle lens, the truck would disappear into the landscape, becoming unreadable and the mountain losing its majesty in favor of an uninteresting foreground.
352/365
6C, and raining
Large load,
Unreadable, licence plate,
2005 Jeep Grand Cherokee,
Limited (5.7 liter / 8 cyl)
Cascade Heights, Burnaby, British Columbia
Sul Canale di Caluso, asciutto in questo periodo.
A celebrare il ricordo della costruzione del ponte sopra il Canale era il testo, ormai poco leggibile "Pons ferrus pensilis primus in Italia/contructus An MDCCCXXX/ Impensis Not. Vitalis quondam Aloysii Priè/Delineante Arch. R. Inspector Ignatio Michela ad Alladio". La costruzione si deve al notaio Priè, segretario e poi sindaco di San Giorgio Canavese, che lo aveva richiesto per consentirgli di accedere al proprio villino direttamente dalla strada che collegava San Giorgio ed Agliè. Nonostante il grave stato di degrado, questo ponte sospeso a cavi di ferro costituisce uno tra i più significativi esempi di costruzioni metalliche avviate in via sperimentale in Europa a partire dagli anni Settanta del XVIII secolo.
Suspended bridge on the Caluso Canal, dry in this period.
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Celebrating the memory of the construction of the bridge over the Canal was the now unreadable text "Pons ferrus pensilis primus in Italia/contructus An MDCCCXXX/ Impensis Not. Vitalis quondam Aloysii Priè/Delineante Arch. R. Inspector Ignatio Michela ad Alladio". The construction is due to the notary Priè, secretary and then mayor of San Giorgio Canavese, who had requested it to allow him to access his villa directly from the road that connected San Giorgio and Agliè. Despite the serious state of deterioration, this suspension bridge with iron cables is one of the most significant examples of metal constructions started on an experimental basis in Europe starting from the 1870s.