View allAll Photos Tagged Was
Kalamaki, as Kalkan was known in ancient history is thought to have been founded between 150-200 years ago by traders from the Greek Island of Meis, which lies 2 miles off shore from the town of Kas, which is 18 miles from Kalkan.
The success of those early traders encouraged others of both Greek and Turkish origin to settle. Evidence of this can be seen in the similarity in architecture in Meis and Kalkan. Settlement was further stimulated by Kalkan's harbour which was the only safe, hospitable harbour between Fethiye and Kas.
Kalkan Mosque
Kalkan's Mosque, originally a Greek orthodox church is one of Kalkan's earliest buildings and the architecture is very reminiscent of churches that can be seen in the Greek Mediterranean today.
Kalkan people were largely involved in trade. Various produce, including charcoal, silk, cotton, Olive oil, timber, grapes and sesame were brought by camel from the plains of Patara and mountains to be loaded onto ships where goods were taken to other parts of the Ottoman empire such as Egypt, Syria, Cyprus, Rhodes and Lebanon.
The 20th century saw Kalkan prosper with this trade, and history records that in the early 1900's there was a customs House, 17 restaurants, a goldsmith and several tailors at this time.
The 1920's saw the start of changes, with the founding of the Turkish Republic, and population exchange of Greeks and Turks. Greeks who were living in Turkey moved to Greece and Australia, and Turks who were living in Greece moved to Turkey.
In the 1960's a coastal road was completed between Kalkan and the larger towns of Antalya to the East and Fethiye to the West. This new mobility and the opportunities for local people to develop businesses further afield meant that at that time many people left Kalkan.
I was honoured to be remembered by my dear son yesterday that brought ne red roses for my birthday which is today. So proud over my young teenager !!!
We are celebrating Midsummer this weekend and after that my vacation starts so might be on and off for some weeks.
Have a lovely weekend.
I was kind of surprised the last time that I went to Circle B Bar Reserve a couple of weeks ago. The creek alongside the Alligator Alley trail was completely smothered in a blanket of pond lettuce.
This was taken from the balcony of our apartment in S. Cristina in Valgardena, the Dolomites, that looked out at the Sassolungo Mountain. It didn't look like it was going to be much of a sunset but the atmospherics were just right to put on a glow show.
I was at Jackson Bottom on Saturday, and spotted a flock of cedar waxwings in one of the trees near the entrance. A group scared them off soon after I spotted them, so I figured I'd check again on the way out. At the time of leaving, I found this solitary bird perched in the same tree - a female (see followup note) Bullock's oriole! Never seen one before, so I had to look it up! Revision: I thought it was a female, but based on the black under the chin, I now think it is an immature male!
Was happy to catch this guy on this freshly leafed out red maple last week. This is my favorite time of year, and it's a race against time to capture as many photos as possible before the trees completely leaf out and the forests become too dark.
There once was a man and he couldn't cry
He hadn't cried for years and for years
Napalmed babies, movie love stories
For instance could not produce tears
As a child he had cried as all children will
Then at some point his tear ducts all ran dry
Grew to be a man, it all hit the fan
Things got bad, but he couldn't cry
Here's a scene from Ipstones Common - looking across to Ipstones Parish Church. The thing is I didn't particularly want this to be about the church or the amazing fast moving clouds but I wanted to make it about history and the passing of time.
It's amazing how fast clouds can move when it's breezy and I was looking at the tombstones and thinking of all all the people who have lived and worked in this village over the centuries, including generations of my own family. The clouds just seemed to represent that passing of time somehow.
I used an ND filter to get a slower shutter speed and some movement on the clouds. I needn't have in the end actually, but using the ND always gives a certain dreaminess so I went with it anyway. I used my camera bag for support and a release cable but made the church out of focus anyway with the idea that I'd boost the large details in post to create a kind of skull eye socket look in the windows - which I did. I also used lots of different blurring techniques before experimenting with various mono conversions. This one worked the best for me, I guess the sepia tones made it just that little bit more about the past.
So, it's an artistic representation of a scene I see most days - a scene full of memories.
This orchid was given to me as a Christmas present in 2020. It was given to me as a 'Blue Orchid'.
I was pleased to see that it was setting new buds Christmas 2021 a year later. I was interested to see what it's natural colour would be as blue orchids have die injected into them.
This little beauty has emerged over the last few days. It is still only 5mm across, so I am looking forward to seeing it in full bloom (along with the other 4 blooms)
I was unable to identify this plant, but two commenters (see below) have done so for me. It's an evening primrose (Oenothera speciosa).
The plant was growing wild, with the flowers, which were about 2 in/5 cm across, fairly close to the ground. Thanks for looking! Isn't God a great artist?
Was wäre London wohl ohne das Parlament und den Big Ben? Nicht nur das Gebäude an sich, sondern auch das Leben drum herum interessiert mich. Wie ist es so unter all diesen berühmten Gebäuden zu Leben? Klar ich komme aus Bayern, bin es also gewohnt mit altem Zeug um mich rum und trotzdem ist London doch eine ganz andere Welt für mich.
What would London probably without Parliament and the Big Ben? Not only the building itself, but also the lives of all around me interested. As it is so famous among all these buildings to life? Clear I come from Bavaria, am so used to the old stuff around me and yet London is but a completely different world for me.
England
Vereinigtes Königreich (United Kingdom)
London
März (March) 2015
follow me on Facebook:
Nadat we twee succesvolle uren beleefd hadden in Wierthe, was het na RTB Cargo tijd om te verkassen naar Sierße. De zon begon in Wierthe zo langzamerhand kops te staan en tegelijk draaide ze juist goed in bij Sierße. Waar het zo goed liep in Wierthe, zo slecht ging het op de volgende locatie. De strakblauwe lucht ruilde zich in no-time in voor een dik deken laaghangende bewolking, en daarnaast kwam er überhaupt nauwelijks iets leuks voorbij. We hadden dan wel enigszins geluk dat het juist doorrolde met leuk verkeer tijdens de zonnige uren en dat het stilviel bij de bewolking. We hadden reeds gezien dat dit gebied met bewolking vrij klein was en dus na ongeveer twee uur weer verdwenen moest zijn, een nogal opvallend fenomeen dus. Het leek er dus op dat het een kwestie van geduld was vooraleer we de dag weer goed konden herpakken.
Zo nu en dan kwam de zon toch kortstondig door, want volledig waterdicht was de bewolking ook niet. Maar met enkel wat goederenverkeer vanuit het oosten konden we niks met deze zongaten. Er zat zoals gezegd niks anders op dan wachten totdat de bewolking weer verdwenen was, of op heel misschien een wondertje. Dat het dan soms raar kan lopen bewees deze ochtend maar weer, want totaal onverwachts werd ons geduld na ruim een uur beloond. Iets voor 9 uur sprong het sein namelijk weer op groen en niet veel later kwam de zon even in een iets groter gat te zitten. Kijkend naar de tijd kon dit best wel eens de Intercity zijn, en ons vermoeden bleek te kloppen, althans zo leek het. In de verte werd namelijk een witte neus zichtbaar, maar naarmate deze dichterbij kwam had deze neus toch wel iets andere contouren dan die van een witte BR146. Een melding van afgelopen nacht deed de puzzelstukjes al snel in elkaar vallen, dit was Retrack met de Rzepin-Shuttle!
Waar de achtergrond continu in de schaduw bleef zitten, werden de voorgrond en het spoor al een tijdje belicht door de zon. Het was enkel te hopen dat Retrack snel genoeg was voordat de zon ook hier weer verdwenen zou zijn, maar kijkende naar de lucht hadden we nog wel even speling. De betreffende loc had ik pas één keer eerder op foto maar toen in meer gesluierd licht, en daarnaast was de loc toen zeer vuil. Dit zou dus nog best eens een leuke goedmaker kunnen worden, en dat leek te gaan lukken. Na een minuutje sloot de overweg en kwam de wit met donkerblauwe neus vanuit de bossen tevoorschijn. En zo kon de enige noemenswaardige trein in ruim twee uur met flink wat geluk in de zon gefotografeerd worden!
Het is exact 9:00 als de fraaie Retrack 189 211 met een vol beladen Rzepin-Shuttle 42313 de drie fotografen te Sierße passeert onderweg vanuit Tilburg Industrie naar het Poolse Rzepin. Nadat we dit flinke gelukje konden fotograferen viel het weer stil met treinen en mochten we dus van geluk spreken dat de enige fraaie trein te Sierße precies in het zonnetje voorbij kwam. Na nog een tijdje gewacht te hebben werd er weer terug verplaatst naar Wierthe waar de zon inmiddels aan de andere kant van het spoor stond, en de wolken opeens als sneeuw voor de zon verdwenen waren...
Een paar weken later werd de loc onverwachts weer ontstickerd, dit was dus een mooie kans haar nog net op tijd te fotograferen
Glanmore was completed in 1883 for John Philpot Curran Phillips. The building was designed by Thomas Hanley, a Belleville architect who was born in Read.
This impressive yellow brick house reflects the architectural style of the eclectic Second Empire. It features an irregular shape, with bay windows and projections; iron cresting outlining the main roof; a coloured, fish-scale pattern of slates on the concave mansard roof; wide eaves supported on carved brackets, and the original wooden eavest roughs. Stone trimmed windows and doorways have semi-circular and elliptical heads, and wood trim ornaments the semi circular heads of the dormers windows
Poike, the oldest volcano:
The Poike volcano was the first piece of land that emerged from the sea and, together with subsequent volcanic eruptions, formed the present territory of Easter Island. Its somewhat remote and isolated location and its difficult access make Poike a little-visited place. However, this mysterious territory contains secret corners and ancient legends that invite to discover it calmly and to know better the past of the island.
Poike, the first volcano on the island:
The name of Poike, usually translated by “hill”, seems to come from the Rapanui expression “Po” (night); “ike” (break) which means “place where the night breaks” because it is the first place on the island that receives the first rays of the rising sun.
Indeed, the Poike is located at the eastern end of Easter Island, and is the oldest of the three main volcanoes on the island, next to the Rano Kau and the Ma’unga Terevaka, which originated their formation. It is estimated that this first eruptive center emerged from the sea about 3 million years ago creating the so-called Poike Peninsula, although its activity was maintained until about 300 thousand years ago. Originally this peninsula was an island but later it was joined to the main body of the island, by lava flows coming from the Terevaka and other nearby volcanic centers.
The Poike is now an inactive volcano with a fairly symmetrical cone shape. The main crater has a circular shape and by its resemblance to a halo of sun or moon was called Pua Katiki, although in another version its name would mean “hill that serves to monitor the cattle.” Unlike other craters, this is totally dry and measures around 150 meters in diameter and about 10 meters deep. Inside a small eucalyptus forest grows that crowns the summit like a leafy green plume visible from afar.
From Pua Katiki, where the Poike reaches a maximum height of 460 meters, a wide plain of gentle slope is observed. which covers an area of about 4.5 km from east to west and 3.5 km from north to south. This large area, almost exclusively covered by a type of grass called here hoi (Sporobolus indicus), ends abruptly on 100-meter-high coastal cliffs formed by the continuous erosion of the sea on the Poike peninsula.
_______________________________________________
For some unknown reason, during the period of construction of the large statues, considered the golden age of the island, it is believed that the inhabitants of the Poike peninsula remained separate from the others and hardly participated in the work of carving in the quarries of Rano Raraku.
One proof of its isolation is that only two of the statues found in the Poike are made of the lapilli tuff of the Rano Raraku, while the rest of the statues were made of the white trachyte coming from the Poike deposits.
***
21km northeast of Hanga Roa.
I was visiting the Diefenbunker in June with my mother (88) and she stepped into the shot before I was finished. Turns out this is an image that I have thought about a bit since that day as my Mom is in her final years.
………But there was no show - Spiderman was obviously off on the World wide Web somewhere! Just have to make do with boring old Moths then, who for some reason seem to fly off when Batty Bat comes out to play!! For the interested I created this Spooky Tabletop shot by simply Bluetac'ing a wobbly translucent toy bat on to my Mac screen, whilst displaying a Web shot I took at Tarn Hows (Cumbria) and ‘Click’ this ‘Spooky Night’ shot was taken! The eyes were added using the Radial Filter tools in Lightroom 6. Don’t be too frightened and do have a Happy Smile On Saturday folks. Alan:-) HSoS…….
For the interested I’m growing my Shutterstock catalogue regularly here, now sold 97 images :- www.shutterstock.com/g/Alan+Foster?rid=223484589&utm_...
©Alan Foster.
©Alan Foster. All rights reserved. Do not use without permission.……
This Christmas bauble was hand beaded with sequins and pins by me. I have a Christmas tradition. I bead Christmas baubles for a select group of friends every year.
Each bauble is 15 centimetres in diameter and contain hundreds of sequins, varying in number depending upon the complexity of the pattern and the type of sequins I use. Most sequins in this bauble are 5mm in diameter, except the stars which are 3mm and the butterfly sequins which are 12mm in diameter. Depending upon the colour of the sequin, I will use either a gold or a silver pin to attach it to the bauble. I always leave the flowers and stars until last, allowing a gap in the sequin chain to pin them in.
These baubles are smaller than some others I do, however because it is a complex pattern which starts from the inside and is worked outwards in ever larger circles, each bauble takes approximately 2 to 2 1/2 hours per side.
It is however, a labour of love which I do to pass the time throughout the year.
I was stood on Eastbourne Pier with the wind whistling all around making it difficult for me to hold my camera steady.
When I spotted these two figures on the deserted beach. The girl was approximately in her early to mid twenties wearing a flimsy summerlike dress. The male was approximately three times her age, in his early to mid sixties wearing a dirty white raincoat.
The girl hurriedly approached the waters edge and stopped. The male slowly followed her and stopped directly behind her. The girl turned briefly to face him, whether or not words were exchanged I do not know, I was too far away. But in an instant the young girl turned away from him and entered the water. He stood motionless watching as she ventured further and deeper into the water until she disappeared out of sight beneath the crashing waves. He slowly turned and walked away without a backward glance.
What had I just witnessed? The girl had disappeared into the sea and he had disappeared mingling amongst the myriad of people on the crowded promenade. Should I call the Police and tell them what I had just seen, or should I too walk away and disappear?
If I call the Police would they believe me, more to the point, do you believe me.
What would you have done?
All will be revealed tomorrow.
It was cloudy and rainy today, so here's a few photos from my recent trip out west. This female or immature male mountain bluebird likely nested or was born here in the badlands last summer. It will soon shift south a few states or maybe winter in the nearby Black Hills.
I was in the Peaks for sunrise which didn’t deliver and was sat at home feeling bad ....... looking at the sky thinking ....... that sky would be better there ......
So went back out there for sunset!!!! ##muchbetter
This was taken on March 13, 2017. I'm not sure why the date didn't show up automatically.
Dogwoods are small trees, with groups of small flowers, surrounded by an arrangement of modified leaves, or bracts. They are attractive plants. You can see the shadows of the flowers on the bracts.
Thank you for looking! Isn't God a great artist?
It was magic when the birds flew over to sit close in front of us. They had fun collecting dandelions for their nest/burrows. They would kick up the dirt so high when they dug out the burrows... for little things that are quite small and waddle when they walk they sure can dig! They have such beautiful intricate clown faces, I will never tire of looking at them!
Nomad seems to have lost the helicopter when he made his way into the sewer system that was below a nearby overpass. It’s time to go. A lead has led him to another city anyway. It’s been a little over a year since he’s seen her, since they took her, since they got away with it. “I’ve got to follow the clues, expose them,” he mumbles.
He tilts his head downward and to the left, looking behind him without turning his head. He counts six on the left, 3 on the right. They’re closing in. Not to cause a scene he starts to ditch in and out of the alleyways. Making his escape slowly and quietly. He notices after some slick maneuvering that he only sees about 3 people in viewing range, though others could be around still. I’m sure they have an communications system in their ear, they all do.
Nomad walks in through the front of a burger-joint and walks out the back door. Two men in the back of the restaurant approach him, one with a gun. He quickly with two quick hand movements removes the weapon from the man on the right and pistol whips the man on the left with it knocking him out. Still holding the hand of the man on the right he pulls him into him as he kicks the man’s shin breaking a bone and sending him to the ground. Another swift kick to the head and both men are unconscious. Nomad walks off briskly looking from side to side. He places the gun in the back of pants expecting the elastic to keep it from falling.
He walks down a backstreet on the side of a pizzeria. Out from behind the building come an agent. Taller than Nomad, more muscular than him as well. He takes a swing at Nomad, Nomad is too quick for him as he bobs and weaves away from his opponent. One swing, one flush connect from Nomad’s left uppercut and the big man goes down, hitting his head on the concrete steps behind him. Blood starts to ooze out the back of the man’s head. “Ha I’m one punch man,” Nomad jokes as he takes off slipping into the night. He doesn’t get captured; he escapes easily.
Nomad starts his journey to the next city. “That was close. Need to end this!”
It was interesting watching a flock of well over a hundred of these redpolls foraging on the field weeds, then suddenly swirling into the air and seconds later returning to almost the same spot. Possibly the heavy winds of 40 to 60 km per hour contributed to this behaviour.
Thank you for viewing, always appreciated.
Linus was watching the Ginkgo tree here. The leaves are beginning to look less green than they did in summer, autumn is definitely in the air. I think Linus is looking forward to this part auf autumn. He has always enjoyed chasing the falling leaves and it is sometimes difficult to convince him that there is no need to enhance the process.
Onverwachts was er op 2 november 2022 toch nog een redelijk zonnige dag in november in combinatie met de mogelijkheid om vrij te nemen van het werk. De hoofdlijn in Twente werd weer opgezocht waar weer een paar fraaie cargo's reden. Er werden stekken bezocht in Dijkerhoek, Notter, Wierden, Zenderen en Hoilten.
Hier zien we de RTBC 186 506 met een PCC-shuttle passeren bij Notter op 2-11-2022.
This was used as artwork for a digital single release by musician Joe Hodgson who is launching his latest work and website this summer. All creative and arts folk are having to navigate difficult times this year!
Check out ::: www.facebook.com/joehodgsonmusic/
This photograph was taken from the Lower Seletar Reservoir Heritage Bridge looking towards the Orchid Country Club at sunrise.
It was a slightly breezy morning, with some movements of the reservoir surface. The sun has arisen above the vegetation and appeared brightly while the sun was captured as a sunstar. The various slowly drifting clouds were illuminated differently and provided contrasting colours and shapes to the beautiful landscape.
Best wishes for a relaxing weekend!
Sahara-Staub ? oder Abendrot ?
Sahara dust? or sunset?
ambesten im Original auf webcam-seite ansehen !
Button : Die besten Bilder
best view the original on the webcam site!
Button: The best pictures
Ever since I was a small child I loved this little bird and dreamed that some day I would see him. Up until that point I only saw it on the cover of a book. My first glimpse of one was in Connecticut many years later and I stopped the car to take in his beauty !! He is small but packed with gorgeous colors. Last week I was able to capture an image in Central Florida . Needless to say I was thrilled .
Wishing you a beautiful and blessed day !!!!!!!!!!!
Urheberrecht bei Andreas Dlugosch
Dieses Foto ist urheberrechtlich geschützt. Ohne meine vorherige schriftliche Genehmigung darf das Foto weder ganz, noch auszugsweise kopiert, verändert, vervielfältigt oder veröffentlicht werden.
Das Nutzungsrecht meiner Fotos ist immer kostenpflichtig.
©Andreas Dlugosch
Die fundamentalsten Informationen zum Foto
findest Du in den Tags.