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Limpopo Province
Mostly all my butterflies are shot in the wild in the woodland adjacent to our town when I take my pointer for his exercise, and are mostly of the COMMON species. They, however, become VERY SPECIAL when you have to run after one and in the process expose yourself to snakebites, spiders and all other sorts of insects, even lion and leopard attacks. We do not have the luxury of butterfly farms and have to shoot handheld while most of the time out of breath as a result of all these activities.
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In window of a house in a street in Holland. LOL
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Banksy's 23-foot high Stained Window piece (first image in this post) is a collaboration with the City of Angels public school in Los Angeles. Students were encouraged to write tags on panels erected in their schoolyard before Banksy adapted them.
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Captured within a cool industrial building complex in Jurong East, the hallways also double as driveways on each floor for vehicles.
A rather rugged attempt at a window-sill - a view from inside the reconstructed Black House looking out at the Aillean Forest, above Loch Tummel, Pitlochry
Headed off Sunday morning under a backdrop of ominously dark clouds. My goal was an abandoned Victorian house in a nearby town that was slated for demolition. As I rolled up on the location I was disappointed to find only dirt and some stones where the house once stood. Hate missed opportunities like this, particularly with period architecture. There's such a finality to the demolition of historic houses. Once gone, they are never rebuilt. New construction may take their place, but it's never the same.
Dismayed, I drove on a short distance and was shocked to find this old Italianate style house. I had stopped to photograph it in 2014, and was very surprised to find it still standing. On my first visit, the place was vacant but hadn't been empty for all that long. It was still intact anyway, sealed from the weather and still connected to the power grid. But that was then. Now the place is wide open as the doors and most of the windows have been removed. This is not the the result of vandalism. Rather the house has been systematically stripped of its parts; a veritable harvest of architectural salvage. I didn't enter, but from what I could tell, the interior woodwork had also been removed. I also noticed the decorative brackets beneath the eaves had been removed, pulled out like bad teeth. I initially decided not to even bother photographing the place, but the memory of what it once looked like, coupled with the killer clouds, compelled me to pull over and get the photo. So much atmosphere here, and such a bleak location for a house, just a few yards from a noisy highway. Must have been a difficult place in which to live. I always wonder about things like that at places that make me feel uncomfortable even after just a few minutes. How on earth did people adapt to living their lives here?
As I drove off I thought about how the universe had provided me with a backup plan even when my primary mission failed. Always seems to pay off when I head out with the camera. I can never predict the outcome, but something good always seems to happen.
Here's a link that shows the condition of the house in 2014:
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Museum of Su-zou, China(P1060830BBBQA)
Timoleague Friary, single image HDR.
I promised the story ... this was my last full day in Ireland. My brother –in-law had to go back to work and I was not about to drive on Irish reads ( I didn’t bring my organ donor card with me ) so I decided to take my sister’s bike. I left house bit late 1pm or so . Right from get go , neighbour’s dog started running beside me, barking , stopping and “marking the way” every couple hundred of feet or so . I was told his name “Satan” and he was ... dumb . He run all the way to the Friary ( leading the way most of the time ) , people looked at me and the dog ( this is not my dog !!! ) and I looked at the dog as told Satan ( aka dumb dog ) that he will not be going with me to the cemetery that surrounds friary. Satan left ....
I was shooting for an hour or so , jumped back on the bike went to the church and drove past Timoleague by the river. At 3:30 I started to head home ... I would be dark in an hour or so. On the way home I missed one little intersection and drove straight , when I realised that I may have ... not be on right track ... cell phone had no coverage. I drove bit more didn’t see anything that would make any sense to me . At the end, I made huge circle ending back in Timoleague at 5:30 pm. I called my brother in law and he picked me up after he finished work – we got home at 6:30pm . That was on January 5th , I was cold , my a... hurt but the worst thing ... worst than all that ... the DUMB DOG was already there ( for quite a while )
"Dies Irae" : Monks of the Abbey of Notre Dame
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See where this picture was taken, Friary - Timoleague , Ireland [?]
Explore Feb 7, 2009 #487
Window dedicated to Anthony Q. Pechauer (1893-1980) and Catherine M. Pechauer (1889-1977)
Photographed at Saint Peter Cathedral
Marquette Michigan
Saturday May 8th, 2021
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