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EXTREMELY VOCAL, and can be a proficient mimic of both animate and inanimate sounds. Love the way a starling walks with characteristic swagger, and the flight is rather undulating and the wings look pointed and triangular in outline. /// SOMETHING out of the norm. for me, but felt it had something of appeal going for it, so have risked posting it, hope you enjoy it.
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THANK YOU FOR YOUR FRIENDSHIP, hope you are keeping well and enjoying this hot weather, have a great weekend, stay safe and may God bless you............................Tomx.
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"OUR EARS ARE CLOSED"
Sea and mountains, valleys and streams
Night and day were all in Gods dreams,
The Garden of Eden with its precious tree
The Son He gave to set us free.
The seed He placed in the heart He made
Don't let its flowers wither and fade,
Is the ear closed to His constant plea
For in truth we live to disagree.
Have we not learned a thing from the past?
Why is the blindness we have so vast ?
We've ignored His word since time began
To do as we will has been our plan.
Has the Saviour's death not opened our eyes
When His blood was shed for our demise,
Mocked and beaten, betrayed from within
God's Holy Lamb pierced for our sin.
When the reaper comes and we walk to the gate
Do we all stand in line, to wait and wait,
Or will the one who gives life lead you through
And walk with you to paradise and life anew ?
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POEM by John Wren, a blessed and talented Flickr friend of mine.
“Printed Word”
corner of an old nursery rhymes book,
within 2 3/4 inches, yes size matters! ;-P
Jiggety-jog!
HMM everyone!
People may hear your Words,
but they feel your Attitude.
( John C. Maxwell )
😄 HAPPY MACRO MONDAY TO EVERYONE 😄
Quote (by Meher Baba) typed into a text field in “WORD”
(< 2” x 2” incl. neg. space) printed with an inkjet printer on paper and
taken a macro of on August 8th, 2019, uploaded for #MacroMondays #PrintedWord
ƒ/2.8
4.5 mm
1/5 Sec
ISO 400
Dedicated to CRA (ILYWAMHASAM)
... macro mondays ... one word ...
hmm !
... I found a small so called happy stone last week, more info here, it is part of a facebook project in the Netherlands called "Keitof" which means someting like "awesome rock" ;) ...
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The word sail, a monument to poetry, is the name of a steel sculpture by Heinrich Popp.
The sculpture stands on an open field northwest of Sotzweiler, the birthplace of the sculptor and today a district of the Saarland municipality of Tholey in the district of St. Wendel. On an elevation of about 338 metres above NHN, the sculpture represents a landmark visible from afar.
The word sail consists of two sail-shaped triangles, one of which stands on the top and which are twisted against each other. The two halves of the sail, made of stainless steel, are welded together at their highest point. At the same time, the empty space between the two steel plates also has a sail-like shape, depending on the point of view.
The monument, a gift from Heinrich Popp to his home community, was erected in 2005 after several years of planning and execution. The two steel plates were cast in the Dillinger Hütte and rolled to a thickness of 3 cm. The sculpture has a height of 13 meters and a total weight of approx. 30 tons.
The term word sail is also the name of a writing and poetry competition initiated by the artist at participating schools in Saarland.
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Das Wortsegel, ein Denkmal für Poesie, ist der Name einer Stahlplastik von Heinrich Popp.
Die Skulptur steht auf offenem Feld nordwestlich von Sotzweiler, dem Geburtsort des Bildhauers und heute ein Ortsteil der saarländischen Gemeinde Tholey im Landkreis St. Wendel. Auf einer Anhöhe von etwa 338 Metern über NHN stellt die Plastik eine weithin sichtbare Landmarke dar.
Das Wortsegel besteht aus zwei jeweils segelförmigen Dreiecken, von denen eins auf der Spitze steht und die gegeneinander verdreht/verspiegelt aufgestellt sind. An ihrer obersten Stelle sind die beiden aus rostendem Stahl erschaffenen Segelhälften miteinander verschweißt. Gleichzeitig besitzt auch der sich zwischen den beiden Stahlplatten befindende leere Raum abhängig vom Betrachtungsstandpunkt ebenfalls eine segelähnliche Form.
Das Denkmal, ein Geschenk von Heinrich Popp an seine Heimatgemeinde, wurde nach mehrjähriger Planungs- und Ausführungsphase 2005 errichtet. Die beiden Stahlplatten wurden in der Dillinger Hütte gegossen und bis auf eine Stärke von 3 cm gewalzt. Die Skulptur hat eine Höhe von 13 Metern und besitzt ein Gesamtgewicht von ca. 30 Tonnen
Der Begriff Wortsegel ist gleichzeitig der Name eines von dem Künstler ins Leben gerufenen Schreib- und Lyrikwettbewerbs an teilnehmenden Schulen im Saarland.
www.outdooractive.com/de/poi/saarland/wortsegel/1303315/#...
"Hala kahiki" is the Hawaiian word for pineapple. When Hawaiians first saw the pineapple, they thought it resembled the Hawaiian Hala, so they named it "hala kahiki," meaning "foreign Hala".
tones: Fly Preset
texture: flypaper
textured with New Flypaper Paper Painterly Textures - they are wonderful - thanks :)
Op 7 januari 2023 organiseerde de ZLSM, in samenwerking met Dave Habraken, een zeer geslaagde fotodag ten behoeve van loc E2 1040 van de ZLSM, die in 2023 beduidend minder zal worden ingezet en aan het einde van dit jaar buiten dienst zal gaan. In de vroege ochtend en de late middag was zij met een goederentrein op weg tussen Schin op Geul en Simpelveld en maakte steeds diverse fotostops. In de late ochtend en de middag - toen de stoomloc 'de dienst' in moest - reed loc 2215 met de goederentrein vanuit Simpelveld een stuk op de lijn naar Vetschau en naar Kerkrade (en weer terug). Ook bij die gelegenheid de nodige fotostops. Bij Fromberg (kort voor Wijlre) vindt de tweede schijndoorkomst voor loc E2 1040 met haar fotogoederentrein richting Simpelveld plaats, die twee keer wordt gedaan. De trein bij de tweede van de twee schijndoorkomsten hier.
Für“Smile on Saturday“
Thema:“The word Smile“am 26.12.2020.
Have a“Happy Smile on Saturday“ einen schönen 2.Weihnachtstag
and stay healthy.
A stamped word detail on a Keith Brymer Jones ceramic mug.
www.keithbrymerjones.com/product/standard-bucket-mug-350m...
HMM!
This bloom reminds me of a large daisy, but it's a fall-blooming chrysanthemum.
Thank you for viewing this image and for leaving me a comment!
A macro view of finely sliced words sprinkled onto a salad. The frame represents a span of 2¾ - inches across.
word salad: a string of empty, incoherent, unintelligible, or nonsensical words or comments –Merrium-Webster
Strobist info:
The scene was illuminated by two Nikon SB900 speedlights CL/CR. They were fired in Manual mode at ⅛ power (CL) and 1⁄16 power (CR) through 24" gridded soft boxes.
The SB900s were triggered by PocketWizard Plus Xs.
Lens: Tokina AT - X M100 AF PRO D(AF 100mm f / 2.8 Macro).
Emeraude de Chivor ink: To the fleeting glance the ink appears green. But under varied light and close observation, one finds great nuance with many colors, facets, and flecks of gold present all joining together to make One (word).
Aurora L.E. - Afrika - factory Italic 18 kt nib
Leica 100mm Apo-Macro- Elmar f2.8
My take on the Macro Mondays theme 'One Word.' POV in the image is about one and a half inches in diameter of the cookie.
“Better than a meaningless story of
a thousand words
is a single word of deep meaning
which, when heard, produces peace.”
—From the Dhammapada (Sayings of the Buddha)
Years ago I had a driver and he took me down the Oregon Coast looking for lighthouses.. We wound up going on into California and at this location there had been a lighthouse but I found out it had been moved to another location and the only thing left was a flag...I took a picture of the rock anyway..
I was invited to use Photoshop's new beta for the next update so I decided to put a lighthouse back using their new addition to PS called Generative Fill and it created the lighthouse for me from my word prompt..
MacroMondays#One Word
This is my husband's bracelet that he got from his parents for his birthday (coming of age) with his name Goran engraved on it. The engraving is in Cyrillic script.
HMM!
Aufgenommen von einer Hochgarage im 5. Stock.
Wie man deutlich erkennen kann, sind die Häuser entlang der Hanglage gebaut worden, weil die Enge des Tals keine andere Wahl zulässt. Ausserdem lässt sich über die Schönheit der Architektur streiten, nach dem Krieg fehlte Wohnraum und es wurde kompromisslos drauf los gebaut. Das Ergebnis sieht man heute in allen Stadtteilen.
Die ansehnlichen 3 modernen Gebäude im oberen Bereich gehören der Barmenia-Versicherung.
You didn't listened a Live concert in SL
If you didn't seen and heard Gabriel da Silva LIVE!!!
"Here I come!"
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.
The name for this particular style of eyeglass frames. Located on the inside of the frame.
photo size: 2 in. W by 1 in. H, 5.08cm W by 2.54cm H
Theme: "One Word"
Thank you for taking the time to view this photo, and for the faves and comments you make, thank you.
Today is a pink day at Color my World Daily and the theme at the fabulous Smile on Saturday! Group is: one word.
One word is a big challenge for me, as you can imagine… I like to talk, and one word isn’t enough for me!! So, I decided to use the color of the day as my word. So here you go, have an awesome "one word/pink" day my friends!!
Since I had a little party yesterday, I will be away since I have lots of stuff to do (which I didn’t do yesterday) and also, I probably have a hung over since I was planning on heavily drinking and eating as much cake as I can have before starting my “healthy eating” thing, once again lol. And as my present self knows my future self: I wasn’t a classy lady, so chances are I did drink like a sailor…. Don’t count on me today…So see you later alligator!
Thank you so much for all your lovely comments / favs/ general support / happy thoughts / positive vibes!! It is truly appreciated! Have a great day and see you soon!!
For the group, Macro Mondays I have captured part of a shaving socket showing clearly that this is for shavers only! Theme today - One Word!
For original unedited photograph ..ask.
If any question whether or not these are actually 1000%
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This series , despite my taking photos of my photos, are true reinventions of original.
With intentional outside elements from my tablet included in frame.
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Why bother reinvented slp?
Rather then let these older moments get lost in archives
I have opted to play with them.
N yes, the boondocks can be stifling.
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The sun going down in the east. You’ll have to take my word for it. All an illusion of the clouds and light.
Le soleil se couche à l'est. Vous devrez me croire sur parole. Tout cela n'est qu'une illusion des nuages et de la lumière.
In de zomer van 2024 konden we wederom van het schitterende vakantieland Tsjechië genieten. Onze dochter heeft een grote voorkeur voor dit land en dan komt het helemaal niet slecht uit dat de vader een groot liefhebber van Tsjechische treinen is. Zwemmen bij het zomerhuisje en uitjes werden afgewisseld met korte en wat langere treinentripjes in de buurt.
Op ruim vijftig rijden vanaf ons vakantiehuisje is de stek bij Nová Ves u Kolína aan de hoofdlijn Praha-Kolín te vinden. Qua goederentreinen is deze lijn wat rustiger dan de nabijgelegen hoofdlijn Nymburk-Lysá nad Labem, maar qua reizigersverkeer is dit een zeer interessante lijn met veel afwisseling. Ondanks de inmiddels gangbare en overheersende Najbrt-kleurstelling komen er nog best veel kleurrijke treinen voorbij.
Je moet niet heel prikkelgevoelig zijn, want je staat op deze plek wel vlakbij een zeer druk bereden weg waar niet bepaald langzaam wordt gereden. Daardoor werden de treinen qua geluid flinkt overstemt door het autoverkeer. Verder kun je in augustus en later helaas na zeven uur hier geen foto meer nemen in verband met de schaduwen van het viaduct (en voorbereidende vrachtwagens) op het spoor.
Hier zien we de fraaie klassieke Čd 150 202-0 met Sp 1528 Kutná Hora hlavní nádraží-Praha hlavní nádraží bij Nová Ves u Kolína op 12-8-2024.
Deze locomotieven kwamen in 1978 in dienst. Helaas worden deze locomotieven met ingang van de nieuwe dienstregeling in december 2024 niet meer ingezet. De diensten worden vervangen door moderne treinstellen ("Regiopanters"). Van de verwante serie 151 blijven nog enkele exemplaren nog een jaar rijden en dan valt het doek ook voor die serie.
Another impression from Carrbridge, the oldest bridge in the Scottish Highlands, showing more of the surrounding landscape. (From Wikipedia) "Carrbridge's most famous landmark is the old packhorse bridge, from which the village is named. The bridge, built in 1717, is the oldest stone bridge in the Highlands. It was severely damaged in the "muckle spate" of 1829 which left it in the condition seen today. It is now unstable and is recommended only to be viewed from afar. Jumping off the bridge into the River Dulnain below had long been a popular pastime for younger locals and the more adventurous tourists.
es gibt nicht nur Fotos für Herz und Seele, nein, auch für Bildung ...
hat Bildung eine Farbe ?
;-) ...
In mehreren Abschnitten war der von 1903 bis 1914 errichtete Bau seit 2005 renoviert worden.
Die Arbeiten auf dem gut 100 000 Quadratmeter Grundfläche umfassenden Komplex sollten ursprünglich bereits 2012 fertiggestellt sein. Die Kosten für das Projekt stiegen von einst 326 auf 470 Millionen Euro (aber das ist uns Bildung und freie Lehre wert !).
Sanierungen während des laufenden Betriebes sind schwierig, deshalb konnte das aufwendige Bauverfahren erst 2019 fertig gestellt werden. Fotografieren erfordert Genehmigungen ...
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At the present time it is not so easy to inspire the little ones to read. Luckily, it succeeds again and again. Nice is that our daily newspaper has a special part extra for the kids.
Le 2 février 1981, des TGV Sud-Est tout neufs stationnent dans leur nouvel atelier de maintenance à Villeneuve-Saint-Georges. A son origine, ce dépôt s'appelait AMPSE, Ateliers du Matériel de Paris Sud-Est. Des technocrates complicateurs ont trouvé bon d'en changer le nom, pour un autre plus ronflant, le TSEE, Technicentre Sud-Est Européen. Mais il s'agit de la même chose, un atelier d'entretien des TGV, ou même ce qu'on appelait depuis longtemps un dépôt. Mais le mot ne fait plus assez moderne.
La rame de droite est le TGV 10, motrice 23019, mise en service quelques mois plus tôt le 10 juillet 1980.
On February 2, 1981, brand new Sud-Est TGVs were parked in their new maintenance workshop at Villeneuve-Saint-Georges. Originally, this depot was called AMPSE, Ateliers du Matériel de Paris Sud-Est. Some scheming technocrats saw fit to change the name to something more snooty, the TSEE, Technicentre Sud-Est Européen. But it's the same thing, a TGV maintenance workshop, or even what has long been called simply a depot. But the word no longer sounds modern enough.
The train on the right is TGV 10, engine 23019, put into service a few months earlier on July 10th 1980.