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Peñíscola, muy frecuentada por mí en el pasado, quiso obsequiarme para darme la bienvenida con su calidez, su luz y sus colores maravillosos. El atardecer de tonalidades muy suaves, y el amanecer de colores intensos y brillantes. ¡Todo un privilegio, pura magia!
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Peñíscola, frequented by me in the past, obsequiarme wanted to welcome me with its warmth, its light and wonderful colors. The very soft sunset hues, and the dawn of intense and bright colors. A privilege, pure magic!
The lake was partly frozen topped with a light covering of snow in patches. I was drawn to the green of the tree which gives a subtle contrast to the prevailing white. (For those old enough to remember, the title is inspired by a Jethro Tull song ).
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Verbier is a ski resort in the Swiss Alps, in the canton of Valais. It is part of the "Four Valleys" ski area, which includes the ski resorts of Verbier, Nendaz, Veysonnaz, La Tzoumaz, and Thyon. Verbier is recognized as one of the premiere "off-piste" resorts worldwide. Many top skiers have settled in the resort in order to take advantage of the steep slopes, varied conditions and vibrant nightlife. Verbier is also a popular holiday destination for celebrities, including Sarah Ferguson, Diana Ross, James Blunt and The Crown Prince Couple of Denmark: Frederik and Mary.
Verbier is located in the Val de Bagnes, in the Valais region of Switzerland. The resort lies on a south orientated terrace at around 1,500 metres facing the Grand Combin massif.
Verbier only has one access road, which starts in the town of Le Châble.
The Grand Combin is a mountain in the western Pennine Alps in Switzerland. With its 4,314 metres (14,154 ft) high summit it is one of the highest peaks in the Alps and the second most prominent of its range.
The Grand Combin is also a large glaciated massif consisting of several summits, among which three are above 4000 metres.
The Alps (French: Alpes; German: Alpen; Italian: Alpi; Romansh: Alps; Slovene: Alpe) is the name for one of the great mountain range systems of Europe, stretching from Austria and Slovenia in the east, through Italy, Switzerland, Liechtenstein and Germany to France in the west. The word "Alps" was taken via French from Latin Alpes (meaning "the Alps"), which may be influenced by the Latin words albus (white) or altus (high) or more likely a Latin rendering of a Celtic or Ligurian original.
The highest mountain in the Alps is Mont Blanc, at 4,808 metres (15,774 ft), on the Italian-French border. All the main peaks of the Alps can be found in the list of mountains of the Alps and list of Alpine peaks by prominence.
The Alps are generally divided into the Western Alps and the Eastern Alps. The division is along the line between Lake Constance and Lake Como, following the Rhine. The Western Alps are higher, but their central chain is shorter and curved; they are located in Italy, France and Switzerland. The Eastern Alps (main ridge system elongated and broad) belong to Austria, Germany, Italy, Liechtenstein, Slovenia and Switzerland.
The Alps are a classic example of what happens when a temperate area at lower altitude gives way to higher elevation terrain. Elevations around the world which have cold climates similar to those found in polar areas have been called alpine. A rise from sea level into the upper regions of the atmosphere causes the temperature to decrease. The effect of mountain chains on prevailing winds is to carry warm air belonging to the lower region into an upper zone, where it expands in volume at the cost of a proportionate loss of heat, often accompanied by the precipitation of moisture in the form of snow or rain.
I Don't Want To Miss A Thing - "não quero fechar meus olhos; não quero pegar no sono... pq eu sentiria sua falta."
Wikipedia: Saltsjöbaden is a locality situated in Nacka Municipality, Stockholm County, Sweden with 9,491 inhabitants in 2010. It is located on the coast of the Baltic Sea. Saltsjöbaden (literally "the Salt Sea baths") was developed as a resort by Knut Agathon Wallenberg, a member of the wealthy and influential Wallenberg family, from farmland which he bought in 1891 through a newly created railway company.
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Peñíscola se sitúa en un tómbolo, una península rocosa, en origen unida a tierra solamente por un istmo de arena, que hacía fácil su defensa, aunque ocasionalmente se inundaba y quedaba sepultado bajo el agua del mar. Actualmente, debido a la construcción del puerto y de los edificios en el istmo, este curioso hecho ha desaparecido. Sobre la peña se levanta su casco viejo, del que sobresale el castillo del Papa Luna, dividiendo la costa de Peñíscola en dos mitades absolutamente diferentes. Dispone de amplias playas tanto al norte como al sur de la península del castillo. El término municipal de Peñíscola incluye una de las sierras litorales más vírgenes de la costa valenciana, la Sierra de Irta, que acaba en el mar en una costa rocosa baja y en algunos puntos, de altos acantilados, como el de la Badum. La sierra ocupa las dos terceras partes meridionales del término de 81 km². La parte septentrional es una pequeña llanura aluvial que comparte con Benicarló y que llega desde el mar hasta las cimas del Puig. es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pe%C3%B1%C3%ADscola
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Peñíscola is situated on an isthmus, a rocky peninsula, originally joined to the mainland only by a sandy isthmus, which made it easy to defend, but occasionally flooded and was buried under the sea water. Currently, due to the construction of the harbor and the buildings on the isthmus, this curious fact has gone. On the rock stands the old town, which stands the castle of Papa Luna, Peñíscola dividing the coast into two halves quite different. It has wide beaches both north and south of the peninsula of the castle. The municipality of Peñíscola includes one of the most pristine coastal mountains of the Valencian coast, the Sierra de Irta, which ends in the sea on a rocky coast and some low points, high cliffs, like the Badum. The mountain occupies the southern two-thirds of the term of 81 km ². The northern part is a small floodplain shared with Benicarló and reaches from the sea to the peaks of Puig. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peniscola
Leddy Beach faces southwest and on this day, that meant directly into the wind. This image was taken in the late afternoon as the light was fading. The modeled foreground configuration is a formation of ice and sand.
Engrossed in my camera work, I didn't notice the couple undressing on the beach next to me until I heard their screams and laughter. I looked up to see a young bikini clad woman and her boyfriend in swim shorts drenched, emerging from the water, racing back to their clothes. I was wearing my winter parka & hood, expedition boots and shelled bottoms - and I was cold :)
Another classic winter postcard view on Turku Cathedral and Aura river. I think the man walking in the river makes it bit more interesting.
Fusion exposure composition created from 3 different photos, which 2 created afterwards by changing the exposures from 1 original photo.
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Este castelo e todo o mistério que gravita em seu redor, desde sempre exerceu um fascínio irresistível sobre a minha mente de criança, que com o passar do tempo se foi desvanecendo até a altura em que tomei consciência da importância que a história tinha na minha vida, e então, a partir dai, nunca mais parei de procurar as respostas e o significado que todos estes amontoados de pedra tinham na história deste pequeno País e no fascínio que exerciam em mim todos estes bocados fragmentados da história de tempos idos, e que dificilmente poderão ser compreendidos na sua totalidade, essa idade média que sempre me fascinou, e da qual cada vez mais, tenho a consciência de não me poder separar dela até ao fim dos meus dias, muito embora não saiba responder exatamente porquê…A mais extraordinária época da História, exerce em mim uma intensa e inexplicável atracão, explicável apenas se me focar na possibilidade da existência da reencarnação, da bagagem das memórias difusas e das estranhas coincidências.
Tudo mexe comigo sempre que falo destes tempos imemoriais, e não é apenas o devaneio da luxúria de uma mente esfuziante, rica e imaginativa, capaz de ver os cavaleiros corajosos de Avalon e da mística sabedoria da qual Merlin ou o Rei Artur foram os grandes protagonistas. São os bosques verdejantes, a magia da incerteza do dia de amanhã, a natureza Sacra que imperava nesses dias conturbados da nossa história, a luta pela sobrevivência e as paixões que vibram no corpo desses tempos perdidos no tempo. A sensação intensa de estar vivo, de tudo estar bem e da vida ter um propósito definido que não aquele, que nos nossos dias se definem por valores que de tão materiais perderam o seu valor, imagino esses tempos de ousadia imbuídos de serenidade e a intensa certeza de um sentido e um propósito maior. Se a isto se chama Fé? Talvez... Que pena que eu sinto por estes novos tempos que me parecem tempos sem Fé, apesar de eu próprio sentir que por vezes mais não sou, do que uma parte integrante deste grupo de zombies que caminham sem saber exatamente para onde vão, será esta a nova idade média? Com contornos diferentes é claro, mas mesmo assim, uma idade média, mais sofisticada, uma nova idade das trevas, só com mais luz para nos cegar, para nos ofuscar o caminho que realmente deveríamos percorrer, mas que com tanta informação, que na maioria das vezes só nos desinforma, tanto lixo nas televisões, nas revistas e pior ainda, nos jornais, que nos deixam cegos, nas trevas outra vez…
Mas vamos voltar á Historia e falar deste magnífico Castelo, que apesar de o ver quase todos os dias, sempre que quero falar dele, logo regresso à minha infância e às minhas recordações, desta que foi a minha primeira visão destes fascinantes dinossauros da idade média, a idade de uma arquitetura que juntamente com as Catedrais Góticas jamais poderá ser igualada…
Nos alvores da Nacionalidade, Ermígio Moniz, senhor das terras de Santa Maria e do Castelo da Feira, destacou-se como um dos nobres que mais apoiaram o partido da independência do Condado Portucalense - sob a égide de D. Afonso Henriques. Mas a história do Castelo da Feira recua longamente no tempo, a colina sobranceira à cidade de Santa Maria da Feira e que abriga a actual fortaleza medieval, tinha servido de local a um santuário pré-romano. Gradualmente, a sua vocação religiosa foi reformulada e este espaço foi reconvertido em fortaleza militar, devido à sua estratégica implantação. O castelo de Santa Maria da Feira é um dos mais notáveis monumentos portugueses quanto à forma como espelha a diversidade de recursos defensivos utilizados entre os séc. XI e XVI e que o torna uma peça única da arquitetura militar portuguesa.
Quando em meados do séc. IX Afonso III de Leão criou a região administrativa e militar a que deu o nome de Terras de Santa Maria, a sua chefia foi entregue a uma fortaleza militar ali existente, a Cívitas Sanctae Mariae. Durante muitos anos esta fortaleza funcionou como base avançada das tropas da reconquista cristã e como sentinela contra as invasões árabes vindas do sul. Por duas vezes, no ano 1000, Almansor o lendário guerreiro árabe conquistou o Castelo e arrasou a povoação anexa. E por duas vezes, também, os guerreiros e habitantes cristãos reconquistaram a fortaleza, reconstruíram a povoação e lhe mantiveram o nome de Civitas Sancta Mariae. Isto atesta bem a coragem e a firmeza das convicções religiosas daquelas gentes.
No reinado de Bermudo III de 1028 a 1037 os guerreiros árabes invadiram de novo esta zona, mas foram rechaçados na batalha de Cesár numa povoação que ainda hoje mantém este nome e está situada nas proximidades do Castelo. Os governadores de então - Men Guterres e Men Lucídio desenvolveram um trabalho gigantesco para a reconstrução do Castelo e desenvolvimento das Terras de Santa Maria. Por este facto, os reis leoneses distinguiram uma grande parte da população com mercês especiais: a “Honra de Infanções”, muito embora ainda hoje persistam muitas dúvidas em relação a esta honraria era certo que a ela estavam atribuídos alguns privilégios, tais como: Não ser presos nem torturados a não ser por crimes que levariam à prisão ou à tortura os próprios Fidalgos; Andar armados, quer com armas ofensivas, quer defensivas; Que tenham as mesmas graças, privilégios e liberdades que os habitantes de Lisboa, não podendo, no entanto, andar em bestas muares; Que os seus serviçais só possam ser mobilizados para serviço militar, se eles próprios, patrões, o forem ou se apresentarem como voluntários; Que as suas casas não sejam expropriadas nem ocupadas para interesses do estado, contra a sua vontade. Para se avaliar da importância deste título, basta recordar que só no séc. XIV obtiveram idêntico privilégio os “juízes, corregedores e vereadores” da cidade de Lisboa. Na carta régia de 10 de Abril de 1423, alude-se expressamente a atribuição destas mercês.
Durante largos anos, as Terras de Santa Maria foram “terra de fronteira” com os árabes. Só depois da conquista de Coimbra em 1067 este território deixou de ser “zona de guerra”. Mas não foi, também, “zona de paz” tal como sucedia com as povoações a norte do Douro. Depois da conquista de Coimbra, este território, funcionou como um grande viveiro de cavaleiros e de peões que alimentavam a frente sul. Isto só foi possível, porém, pelo carácter permanente da organização militar instalada nestas terras.
Após a morte do conde D. Henrique, senhor do Condado Portucalense, a viúva, D. Teresa, deixou-se envolver com um fidalgo galego, Fernão Peres de Trava, ao serviço do Arcebispo de Compostela D. Diogo Galmirez, que tinha a intenção de submeter ao controle da Galiza o Condado Portucalense. Como guarda avançada, tinham vindo para o Condado, especialmente para o Porto onde Fernão de Trava governava já grandes migrações galegas. Com o tempo, a pequena burguesia portucalense começou a ser substituída por gentes da Galiza. Mais tarde, o ataque económico e administrativo estendeu-se aos grandes senhores de terras e de poder, quer a norte, quer a sul do Douro. Assim sucedeu às famílias Moniz, de Riba-Douro Ermígio, Mendo e Egas Sousas da Maia, Nuno Soares de Grijó e à família de Pêro Gonçalves de Marnel. Estas famílias que tinham vastas propriedades quer no Alto Minho, em Lamego ou em Terras de Santa Maria, foram sendo confrontadas com a ameaça de perderem tudo: cargos, prestígio, e bens – por intervenção de uma campanha orquestrada do exterior, primeiramente subtil e, depois frontal.
Uma hora houve em que estas famílias se resolveram juntar e revoltar-se. A este movimento de revolta esteve ligado o Infante D. Afonso que, também, não via com bons olhos a situação da mãe e começava a temer pelo futuro que lhe estava a ser reservado. Ele, que ao tomar a iniciativa de se armar cavaleiro por si próprio em Zamora, estava a usar de uma prerrogativa reservada somente aos filhos de Reis... Com o poderio da sua força militar organizada, com o apoio e pujança da sua vida económica e com o estímulo do sentimento de independência de que já desfrutavam, os homens de Santa Maria avançaram para Guimarães então capital do poder político e onde o Infante D. Afonso se encontrava já a mobilizar as gentes daqueles sítios. Ermígio Moniz, a norte do Douro e a partir do Castelo de Neiva, para lá se dirigiu também com as suas forças. Para a mesma cidade de Guimarães convergira Fernão Peres de Trava com as tropas de Coimbra, apoiado com o reforço das forças galegas que a ele se juntaram no Castelo de Lanhoso. Em 13 de Junho de 1128 as tropas galegas foram vencidas. Esta batalha indiscutível marco da história da Nação não foi pois, a causa da nossa independência, mas a consequência de um movimento independentista de carácter colectivo e abrangendo uma grande área do Condado quer a norte quer a sul do Douro. A tentativa, por parte da Galiza de extinguir rapidamente o movimento independentista latente acabou por precipitar essa mesma independência. Neste movimento militar intervieram pois, com indiscutível influência dois personagens fortemente ligados à Terra e ao Castelo de Santa Maria: Pêro Gonçalves de Marnel e Ermígio Moniz.
Do antigo castro romano, e depois fortaleza ampliada na época da reconquista cristã, restam dele hoje, apenas o 1º piso da Torre de Menagem. D. Sancho I deixou-o, por testamento às suas filhas. Mais tarde em 1300 foi incluído no património da Rainha Santa Isabel. No séc. XV (1448) o Rei D. Afonso V entregou-o a Fernão Pereira com a incumbência de o fazer restaurar, datando pois dessa época a imagem arquitetónica essencial que ele hoje apresenta. Em 12 de Janeiro de 1472, o mesmo Rei nomeou o filho deste, Rui Vaz Pereira, 1º conde da Feira, senhor do Castelo e das Terras de Santa Maria. Com a morte sem descendência do último conde em1700, o Castelo passou à casa do Infantado. Em 1722 o Palácio dos condes, construído dentro das muralhas, e a Torre de Menagem sofreram um violentíssimo incêndio, ao que se diz por ordem do próprio rei D. João V receoso das ambições do seu irmão, o infante D. Francisco.
O castelo de Sta. Maria da feira e a Lenda da concha do mar
Há muito, muito tempo atrás, apareceram nestas terras conchas de bivalves, que a gentes antigas da Feira utilizavam para as suas refeições, quer dizer, aqui a alimentação era em grande parte marítima, o que confirma inteiramente a ideia de que no antigo recorte do litoral da terra que depois veio a ser Portugal, o mar penetrava profundamente nestas terras do litoral. É muito possível que chegasse ao sopé do monte onde se ergueu, primeiro a cividade, ou fortaleza, ou o castro da Feira. Castro que depois foi castelo, castelo que depois foi palácio e que hoje é monumento nacional, mas que inicialmente era um ponto onde o mar se aproximava com as marés cheias. Na terra há uma lenda antiquíssima, transmitida de geração em geração. As pessoas idosas recordam, que os avós, já lhes diziam, um dito popular que ficou na memória coletiva do povo feirense, “que o mar já esteve na Feira, e cá há-de voltar para levar uma conchinha que cá deixou, depositada por alguém do outro mundo num pequeno baú de madrepérola.
Esta lenda é contada para demonstrar a pequenez humana perante os elementos da natureza. Isto pode ser uma reminiscência do tempo em que o mar realmente chegava à Feira, aonde os locais o viam como força divina, mas também pode ser uma espécie de profecia que o mar há-de voltar para levar a conchinha que lá deixou “não se deve deixar coisas importantes para trás, independentemente do seu tamanho”. Ela representa uma visão e uma forma de vivência baseada em códigos em que a Mãe-natureza dita sobre a vida ou a morte. Por vezes parece-nos que as profecias catastróficas se podem concretizar, pela maneira como o clima está a mudar, infelizmente, o mar está a subir de nível e se ele sobe meia dúzia de metros volta a chegar à Feira, à colina do castelo, onde tem depositado a preciosidade que tantas gerações protelaram.
Dá a impressão que o castelo dominava sobre uma vasta região marítima, e estas colinas emergiam, como ilhotas onde viviam povoados castrejos que também dependiam da pesca. Se olharmos na direção do mar, vemos uma imensa planície que acaba na praia do Furadouro, porque o mar fica perto, estas terras são bastante arenosas. Bem perto da Feira há um sítio que se chama “as marinhas”, quer dizer que havia ali poças de água do mar, para se obter o sal e é muito possível que o início do Castelo da Feira tenha origem nesse facto. Atualmente, no fundo do castelo e dos terrenos à volta, aparece o rio Cáster que desce vagarosamente para a Barrinha de Esmoriz, isto quer dizer que está quase ao nível do mar, portanto, o tal ditado “o mar já cá esteve e há-de voltar para levar uma conchinha que cá deixou” pode bem ser uma profecia, que oxalá não aconteça, nem no nosso tempo nem nos tempos vindouros…
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Desde la cumbre del volcán Villarrica.
"Si el Villarrica y el Lanín tienen cicatrices y marcas y si el Quetropillán está destroncado, se debe a que estos tres volcanes participaron en una furiosa contienda entre sí. No se sabe la razón, aunque sí se ha dicho que se debió a desaveniencias nimias. Como fuera, durante largo tiempo los pillanes respectivos `se lanzaron mutuamente llamaradas de su fuego y proyectiles de roca y lava ardiendo, en un despliegue de bravura y fuerza'. En la lucha tomaron parte además, cual la mitología clásica griega, otros pillanes secundarios. Cuando se apaciguaron los combatientes y se desvanecieron las humaredas de las erupciones, se pudo ver que el Villarrica había quedado indemne y con sus fuegos aún vivos, el Lanín había emergido con marcas y con sus fuegos agotados y el Quetropillán, mutilado para siempre. Y se llama por ello Mocho."
Evelio Echevarría. "Leyendas de los Andes de Chile".
Peter Gabriel - The Rhythm Of The Heat
Parque Nacional Villarrica, Región de la Araucanía, Chile central.
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One also sees a pretty well
Here there is a "Osteria Ae Sconte" good restaurant :
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December 2012 had higher temperatures than normally in december, also a lot of more rain unfortunately... On one of the last days, I spotted this gorgeous Ferrari 599 GTB Fiorano with a carbonfibre wrap over the roof, mirrors and diffusor in Breda.
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Aaahhhh, what an awesome evening. :)
I was at a relative's home most of yesterday into the evening hours. With a sudden stomach ache and throbbing headache, I said my goodbyes and went east towards home and couldn't help but notice this amazing dense fog scattered about the rural roads and in towns I drove through on my way back. My shutter finger was feeling itchy, so I pulled into the driveway and ran in to grab my camera gear feeling confident I was going to return home yet again with luck.
My luck was poor, as rain began to fall once I arrived. Without an umbrella or any camera protection I had to be on my way back as I didn't want to risk my camera getting wet over 2-3 good shots.
Likewise while I was out there in the misty fog I walked out into my car's high-beams with a feeling of happiness rushing through me as each several yards I stepped out into the headlight's beams this ghostly white fog halo became more apparent, with a noticeable white arc, corona/glory at its center, as well as my own body and tripod shadow known as the "broken specter."
Some quick info on fog that every atmospheric optic photographer should know:
- FOG forms any time there is moisture present, especially after it has rained, or due to radiational cooling or the air is saturated (100% humidity)
- in order for a great fog to form we need roughly 95-100% humidity or entirely saturated air combined with no more than a 5 degree difference between DEW POINT (the point at which clouds form when temperature drops to that number/temperature..this causes relative humidity to rise thus causing the air to become saturated) and AIR TEMPERATURE
- above I mentioned "radiational cooling," this is known to occur any time of the year actually when there are clear skies at night; the temperature drops of course at night as no sunlight is warming the surface of the earth and at night when clear skies are present, this war air interacts with the cool surrounding air thus causing humidity to spike and create these very low clouds among the surface known as "fog."
I hope some of this info and my story helps you see why I love atmospheric optics and getting out in the fog once it occurs here in Illinois...it truly is a wonder that Mother Nature can do such beautiful artwork on her own.
The ex-five year old at Latourell Falls a couple of months back. He sure knows how to work it in front of a camera.
We just cut and ate cake, now it's time to sift through the presents, assemble the Angry Birds Hot Wheels Track, flip through the animal encyclopedia and put together the creepy crawlies glow puzzle.
I had hoped that this one would be a fiendishly difficult challenge, and so it proved! This is from our Fergus O'Connor Collection, and all that we had on it was Post and telegraph office: exterior view in an unidentified, rural location. I asked if we could improve on this?
Yes, we could! See the comments below for dogged pursuit of an elusive location - definitely Adrigole in West Cork. More tentative was derangedlemur's suggestion that the gentleman in the photo above was Jeremiah Cronin, 28, teacher and husband of Hannah Cronin, 31, Post Mistress, but that too proved to be the case!
All of us here at the National Library would like to thank BearaBoy for going above and beyond the call on this one. He tracked down Peg O'Sullivan, then aged 96, who was a goldmine of Adrigole memories. She knew Jeremiah because he taught the boys in her school, and he was married to Nan Cronin, the postmistress at Adrigole. Peg herself worked in the “new” Adrigole post office from 1934. Our thanks, and very best regards to Peg of Peg's Shop in Adrigole (1916-2016) a mighty woman with a formidable memory!
Photographer: Fergus O'Connor
Collection: Fergus O'Connor Collection
Date: Around 1919-23
NLI Ref.: OCO 26
You can also view this image, and many thousands of others, on the NLI’s catalogue at catalogue.nli.ie
Il bello di appartenere alle terre diverse o di viaggiare è che ciascuno di noi vediamo le storie diverse sullo stesso luogo...
Io quando penso ad Istanbul, l'associo ai suoi ponti che uniscono Asia ed Europa, alla modernità ed all'antichità, al moderno, insieme e non contradittorio al tradizionale...poi penso al magico Bosforo che ospita luci, traghetti, millioni di persone che atraversano tra i due continenti ogni giorno; i suoi correnti, venti forti, i suoi spettacoli ...i suoi pesci buonissimi e -non lo so perchè- sopratutto ai pescatori... vi racconterò l'Istanbul dei pescatori per unpò ...Uomini, donne, ragazzini di tutte le età.
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I think one of the best things of making part of a foreign land or travelling is that , each one of us see a different story of the same place.
Whenever I think of Istanbul, I associate it to its magic, giant bridges that unite Asia with Europa, the modern with the antique, the modern one with the traditional one; then of the magic Bosphourous: its strong winds, good fish...and don't know why- its fishermen..Before telling on other stories, i'll tell you a bit of fisherman tales of Istanbul....Men,women and children...people of all ages.
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ps: The main pic is the Ortakoy district of Istanbul, a serious of pics taken during and right after the rain mixed with snow. Pitty that the next day it snowed the whole day and i could've got pics with snow..
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NB: la foto principiale è nel quartiere di Ortakoy di Istanbul. Mentre facevo alcuni scatti li, pioveva tantissimo ma alcuni pescavano lo stesso. Il giorno dopo ha nevicato molto e peccato che non sono riuscita ad uscire a causa di bufera di neve..ma qualche scatto sotto la neve l'ho fatto...magari qualcosa metterò prossimamente.
Sevilla es poesía, de eso no hay duda. Es en el parque Maria Luisa donde se puede sentir esto por los poros de la piel. Pocos lugares conjugan a la perfección arquitectura con naturaleza.
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Nokia 808 PureView ƒ/2.4 8.0 mm 1/676 ISO50
ND filter used.Best viewed in light box :-)
see also www.flickr.com/photos/tsoriginaux/popular-interesting/
Can you please tell where did you see this photo?
文化凹凸
what is a life, when no time to stop to see a sunset?
what is a life, when not a minute to talk to a friend?
what is a life, when no time to reflect the meaning of it?
Getting a full moonrise over Yosemite Valley had been on my bucket list but had eluded me for some time. My original plan for the day was to shoot the full moon rising over the Painted Ladies with the San Francisco skyline during blue hour. However, the forecasted clearing storm in Yosemite was too promising to pass up.
While shooting sunset at Tunnel View, I was so engulfed watching the epic conditions unfold I nearly forgot about the moonrise. Once the sunset show was over, all the photographers began chattering about the impending full moon rise.
Somehow, no one seemed to know where or when exactly the moonrise was to occur. Figuring that we had already driven 4 hours to Yosemite, Alan, Aaron, and I decided to wait it out. Twilight began kicking in and all of a sudden, the moon appeared on the horizon north of Cloud’s Rest. At that moment, the entire crowd of photographers flocked southward at the Tunnel View overlook.
Initially I focused on shooting the moon using my tele lens in hopes of getting a giant moon framed with Half Dome. However, the moon’s position had too much spread from Half Dome and the wider angle shot seemed more optimal. For my last shot, I threw on my 24-70 lens for a midrange shot with hopes of a light star from the moon. I really did not expect much out of the shot but was pleasantly surprised with the result. It was an evening worthy to remember: an epic sunset followed by a full moon rise over Yosemite Valley.
Popular Photography Magazine Your Best Shot finalist for January 2013.
Canon 5D Mark II
EF 24-70mm f/2.8L II
On the right hand-side : Fondamenta Nani
In the background, you can see San Trovaso church ; in the far away you see San Trovaso bridge
Foto taken from "Ponte Longo"
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San Trovaso is a popular district.
There are still one of the last squeri of Venice, a repair shop gondolas and other boats of the Venetian lagoon.
In the 17th century, descended from their original Alps, probably Cadore, the craftsmen have built their homes and workshop, and at home.
Right in Venice, so we find this amazing set of "alpine chalets."
The squero San Trovaso is one of the most active currently.
Sestiere Dorsoduro
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Nikon D90 + "Nikkor 16-85 f/3.5-5.6G ED VR"
Owasco Reformed Church, also known as Reformed Dutch Church of Owasco, is a historic Dutch Reformed church located at Owasco in Cayuga County, New York. It was built in 1811-1815 and is a large, rectangular, Federal-era frame meeting house at the core of the hamlet of Owasco.
Built:1811-1815
Architect:Selover, Isaac; Hoyt, Elivar
Architectural style:Federal, Queen Anne
Governing body:Private
NRHP Reference#:1000022
My father took this photo with my Brownie camera, his was lost in the war when his plane crash landed. Came across this photo whilst looking for the previous upload. Taken over 50 years ago before Wainwright had published all his books but we managed to find our way without him! I know we had walked along that valley before making the ascent, no car in those days and buses don't start early enough. All our climbs were done like that, one often walked a good 5-10 miles just to get started. Not only that but other things were different too: multi-coloured jumper knitted by my mother, trousers sewn by my father, red hiking socks knitted by my grannie, maps were cloth-backed and lasted longer, compass came from an old RAF plane. Ebygum, but I can still drag myself up there, just can't remember where it was.............
GLENORCHY - QUEENSTOWN - NEW ZEALAND
After three days of miserable rain we had a relatively clear morning, so I headed out at 4am for Glenorchy to shoot the pier, the temperature dropped last night so we had a nice dusting of snow throughout the region, I had the pier to myself all morning and finally settled on the classic composition.
I hope everyone is having a nice start to the year.
This one is taken this afternoon at the Skangass gas terminal in Tananger. Nice place to be walking the dog.
Another panorama taken from the top of Cerro Seguro. This is a 28 photo composite.
As always, the large version is better.
Luchtsingel pedestrian bridge [ZUS architects] and Het Schieblock, Rotterdam, Zuid-Holland, The Netherlands.
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Luchtsingel is a 350 meter span pedestrian bridge, which will re-connect Rotterdam Central District with the Hofbogen. The area surrounding Hofplein used to be place full of livelihood, when now it’s dominated by cars and lack of public domain. Luchtsingel is the first step in bringing back urban qualities adding small-scale interventions to the urban fabric.
Luchtsingel is a fully crowd funded project: anyone can contribute. Through web- and digital applications citizens will be given full opportunity of private development: small-scale, non-bureaucratic, low-budget. More information.
"Cheers to a new year and another chance for us to get it right."
.:: Oprah Winfrey ::.
Bliadhna Mhath Ùr! Felice Anno Nuovo! Happy New Year! Best wishes for a happy and prosperous New Year. We hope the sun will shine more frequently in 2013 in our wee corner of the world.
On December 1st, Kinnaird Head (Scottish Gaelic: An Ceann Àrd, meaning "high headland") celebrated its 225th birthday. Kinnaird Castle was built in 1570 by Sir Alexander Fraser, 8th laird of Philorth. A powerful lantern was added to the top floor in 1787, when it became the Northern Lighthouse Board's first lighthouse, and a light-keeper was hired. The lighthouse has been modified over the years by the Stevenson family of engineers and was replaced by a modern lighthouse in 1991. It is now home to the Scottish Lighthouse Museum.
Created for Beyond Layers eCourse with Kim Klassen ~ *Painting With Light* assignment, with Kim's texture Reverie.
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Taken earlier this month when we had decent weather....been gey dreich lately !
Wishing everyone a great hogmanay and a Happy New Year !
The Torrey Pines State Reserve has a multitude of trails. This particular hike was a reconnaissance mission to find Broken Hill and the rare Torrey Pines. I did find it ... and I will be back for some future sunset shoots. I continued on the trail that led down to the beach. I was planning on returning back via the beach but when I rounded the corner on this trail, I was greeted by high tide! So back the way I came! Should've fired up that Tides Timetable App!
Has everyone solidified their New Year's Eve plans? We are still plotting!
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Happy Fence Friday Everyone!
Tokyo, Japan, Pan-Asia l 東京、日本、パンアジア
Section 12: Biological and Medical Studies District -- Kyoto Townhomes l セクション12：生物•医学研究地区 - 京都タウンホームズ
[American Spec Ops Deployment 4]
Music: www.youtube.com/watch?v=sUZ5wNobS-E
Gold Leader: "Deployment 4 is all accounted for and ready for departure. Who's ready to get off this living hell?"
Thresh: “I’m ready to light some more of those blue boys up. My baby just can't wait too either!"
*loading of magazine*
Sarah: "Don't get too trigger happy. You'll shoot yourself trying to get out of here alive..."
Thorne: "Copied, Gold Leader, I'm sending you the coordinates for the extraction point as of now... Be there in under 2 hours on the clock now and you should be able to avoid any unnecessary distractions.
Gold Leader: "Just received the coordinates. We’ll be there this time. And there will be no casualties, unlike last time. Alright boys, pack up."
Tancred: "Charges are set and secure. Our traces should be mostly covered up."
Thorne: "I'm picking up heat signatures south eastbound, so light the damn thing up"
Sarah: "Sni-"
*sniper rounds*
Vern: "Man down! We're gonna need a medic!"
Gold Leader: “Pull her inside and patch her up. Do anything you can to stop the bleeding."
"Thorne, call in the medics. We’re going to have a belated arrival… again."
Thorne: "I'm on it."
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My 4th scene ever, and my 3rd U.S. scene for The Purge.
Enjoy,
--[Shock]--
P.S.
The first person to find the candy bar will get a real one.
The New Palace and the jubilee column (erected between 1841 and 1846) by night viewed through the bandstand from the opposite side of Schlossplatz, the central square in Stuttgart, Germany.
The New Palace (German: "das Neue Schloss", which may also be translated as New Castle) is a building which stands on the south edge of Schlossplatz. The castle is built in late Baroque style.
From 1746 to 1797 and from 1805 to 1807, it served as a residence of the kings of Württemberg. (At other times, the Ludwigsburg Palace, a few miles to the north was the favoured residence of the royal family). The palace stands adjacent to the Old Castle.
The castle was almost completely destroyed by Allied bombing during the Second World War and was reconstructed between 1958 and 1964. During this time most of the inside of the castle was also restored and the building was used by the Baden-Württemberg State Parliament. Today it is used by the State Ministries of Finance and Education. Public tours of the building are only permitted by special arrangement.(Wikipedia)
The former German President (1984 - 1994), Richard von Weizsäcker was born in the New Castle on April 15, 1920.
View it Large On Black
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Have you noticed that the number of photos from the CN tower at night has significantly dropped? Ever wondered why? It's because of the tower's own lights.
The LEDs that run the height of the tower are a great touch and a marvel to look at from the outside. However, to a photographer from the inside, its the worst possible scenario... Glare Galore.
This photograph was taken literally seconds before the LEDs came on, after that, it was a lost cause. I love this photo though, it's easily one of my favourites. Taken from the "skypod" of the CN Tower, Enjoy!
I wish you all on Flickr a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!