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L'Île d'Or et le Cap Dramont, Saint Raphael, French Riviera, France.
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Last Saturday 19 Italy went back to total lock-down. For few hours I escaped restrictions to reach the sea & fill my eyes with what I will be missing for long...
While driving, at a sudden traffic stop, almost still on a long line on the bridge of Chioggia connecting the inland to the lagoon, I shot this amazing cloudy & misty "lagoonscape" from my car.
Standard HDR applied to sort out what my eyes were seeing & my reflex couldn't in manual mode.
No retouching nor photoshop applied.
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No...you don't.
"A boundary is not that at which something stops, but [...] is that from which something begins its presencing" - Martin Heidegger
In the clutches of winter, the untamed waves at the city beach of Palma de Mallorca lash out against the sands, a symphony of chaos and elegance. The brooding sky, heavy with storm clouds, hangs over the sea, signaling the relentless vigor of the tempest. The froth of the waves boldly contrasts with the ocean's deep blues and grays, and the overcast sky, capturing the wild essence of nature in its purest form. This scene, seized on a day when the elements unleash their full strength, is a testament to the majestic and formidable power of the natural world.
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"...
qualche nuvola dal cielo
che si butta giu'
sabbia bagnata
una lettera che il vento
sta' portando via
puntini invisibili rincorsi dai cani
stanche parabole di vecchi gabbiani
..."
da queste parti è una delle prime giornate veramente brutte ed invece di startene al riparo, decidi di fare una quarantina di chilometri per andare in spiaggia. c'è vento fortissimo e ogni tanto piove, fai fatica a tenere puliti gli occhiali e le lenti degli obiettivi dall'acqua, dagli spruzzi delle onde e dalla sabbia spinti dal vento. ma poi sei premiato con uno squarcio di sole, oggetti avanzati dall'estate (nelle altre foto) e kitesurfer. e quando ti siedi al mac e visualizzi gli scatti, sai che ne è valsa la pena.
here is one of the first really bad days and instead of starten away, decide to ride about forty kilometers to go to the beach. wind blowing strong and rain occasionally, you struggle to keep clean glasses and objectives lenses from the water from splashing waves and the sand pushed by the wind. but then you are rewarded with a sun glimpse, summer advanced items (in other photos) and kitesurfer. and when you sit at mac and download shots, you know that it was worth it.
(sorry for my bad english)
The end of truth that lay out the time
Spent lazing here on a painting dream
A mile or more in a foreign clime
To see farther inside of me.
And looking high up into the sky
I breathe as the water streams over me
The path to this beach begins across the road from The Fudge Place, they make the best fudge on earth. This is my favorite beach....the place I go to celebrate....to go when I am sad...it is where my ashes will be placed when I pass.
You had to ask so here is the answer....Charles Kuralt used to travel around the country and produce a sunday morning show on NBC called "On The Road With Charles Kuralt....he once stopped in the little shop and prounced to the world that he had just found the worlds best fudge...the small shop on the Oregon coast became instantly famous and began selling fudge all over the world...and changed the name to "The Fudge Place" as Kuralt had named it. It still produces wonderful fudge...and hand made donuts...fresh each morning.
We are proud individuals
Living for the city
But the flames
Couldn’t go much higher
We find God and religions
To bait us with salvation
But no one,
no nobody
Can give you the power
To rise
Over love
Over hate
Through this iron sky that’s fast becoming our mind
Over fear and into freedom
....
Charlie Chaplin - The Great Dictator
To those who can hear me, I say - do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed - the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish... Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men - machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle!... You are men!
You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.... let us use that power - let us all unite.
....
Freedom
Freedom
I first visited this spot 12 years ago. Very little has changed. www.flickr.com/photos/snemann2/5595735015
I found this cove some time ago and it's really beautiful. It feels like some pirates secret hideout.
Italy, Lerici. February 2022
The black sand is something amazing. And the sunset light reflecting on the right is a delightful detail.
The ocean, like life, is sometimes tranquil, sometimes rough, and always beautiful. Leeward coastal water of Oahu on a winter day. The windblown surface creates whitecaps offshore but hasn’t whipped up any waves. Brown and green limu cover the pahoehoe lava flow in the intertidal zone.