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A few new pieces of Azone clothing arrived recently! ^^ I love these little silver glasses on Cherry Pie Maya and the cute woolen lavender dress fits her so nicely too! I can imagine her tucked away in a book store while sipping on some warm tea. ♥
A Hedgehog!!
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A view looking out to the open Pacific Coast from inside a sea cave at Hug Point State Park, Oregon.
Моя проба пера. Короткое стихотворение. Пусть немного грустно, но навеяло.
На самом деле хочется не терять надежду, пусть даже и во снах, но бороться за любовь и дорогого тебе человека!
Мой смех ушёл,
Рассеялся, как утренний туман,
Проснувшись понял я одно -
То был лишь сон.
Всего лишь сон...
Любовь и чувства в нём - обман.
Но как бы я хотел опять заснуть,
Придаться этим снам!
Тебя, в объятих сомкнуть,
Припасть к твоим губам
И прошепать - я не отдам
Тебя я не отдам!
My short poem, written in Russian. It is a trial, that I wrote recently, based on my mood and feelings. It turned sad, but the meaning behind is - never give up and fight for your love, even in your dreams.
A short summary in English, even if it does not sound like a poem:
My smile has left my face,
Disappeared like a morning fog
I woke up and understood,
That was a dream
A fraud dream of feeling and love
But how strongly I would wish
To get back to my dreams
To hug you again, to feel your lips
And to whisper - I won't let you go!
a woman is in my garden. who is this creature taking liberties with my hollyhocks?
loving this photo, the other 15 are rubbish but this one I like
A la carrera subimos este cerro Seone y yo para poder pillar las últimas luces.
Dedicada a Mario Rubio gran fotógrafo y mejor persona.
A classic point of view in Paris, offering probably the best view of the Eiffel Tower, from the Trocadéro Esplanade.
Edited with Photoshop.
My thoughts
A BOAT beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July --
Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear --
Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream --
Lingering in the golden dream --
Life, what is it but a dream?
** Lewis Carroll
Words to the Picture
There’s still a lot of pictures left from my vacation last July/August, but it’s coming to an end. And when this time comes, overseen pictures are popping into your eyes. Just like this one and the other one from yesterday.
EXPLORED! September 8, 2010 (Highest Rank #42). Thank you guys for the support!! Always very surprising waking up in the morning and then seeing your picture in explore.
In advance
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To be continued…
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My health company, every three months, for three days, sends me to cover a shortage of staff, in the Lipari hospital, (and so do my colleagues), in the little free time I have available, I dedicate myself to my photographic passion.
Lipari is the largest island of the Aeolian Islands (they are located north of Sicily, one hour by hydrofoil from Milazzo); Lipari, under the fascist dictatorship, was the seat of forced confinement for political opponents, it was considered "a Sicilian Alcatraz", among all the islands of confinement, Lipari was most likely the most liveable, both for its considerable size that favored the relations of the confined with the inhabitants, both because, to a greater extent than elsewhere, in Lipari, confined persons were allowed to live in private residences, together with their families or other companions. I found written: "Being on an island that belongs to another island means feeling doubly foreign, tied to the will of the gods and nature, where every certainty can be swept away by the waves of that sea that laps it in every intimate part, but it is a sensation that lasts for a few minutes, the Liparoti (the inhabitants of Lipari, ed) know it well (as all Sicilians know), the Greek concept of Xenia, hospitality, is inherent in them, a written rule, is a duty that provides sanctity and protection for the guest ".
Lipari has a long history as a place of detention. It is the island where the common criminals were initially confined, then with the law of November 6, 1926 (the twenty-year fascist period begins with the seizure of power by fascism and Mussolini, officially occurred on October 31, 1922), Lipari thus became the a place to isolate and confine opponents; the life of the confined began immediately after disembarkation, with lodging in the dormitories of the Castle, under the strict surveillance of the police and the fascist militia, every morning, the confined were subjected to the appeal and they received a daily pay of 10 lire; they could move freely in the town, without however exceeding the demarcation line that surrounded the inhabited center; walking was the main activity, the saddest and most melancholy ones pushed to the limit allowed, to see the ferries arrive from Milazzo, aware that the sea was guarded by motorboats armed with machine guns. A situation that will not prevent Nitti, Rosselli and Lussu from fleeing the island, on a moonless night, between 27 and 28 July 1929.
I made some photo-portraits of people I didn't know, I thank them very much for their sympathy and their availability; I tried to capture the essence of minimal photographic stories, collected walking along the streets of Lipari ... in search of fleeting moments ...I used a particular photographic technique for some photographs at the time of shooting, which in addition to capturing the surrounding space, also "inserted" a temporal dimension, with photos characterized by being moved because the exposure times were deliberately lengthened, they are confused -focused-imprecise-undecided ... the Anglo-Saxon term that encloses this photographic genre with a single word is "blur", these images were thus created during the shooting phase, and not as an effect created subsequently, in retrospect, in the post-production
La mia azienda sanitaria, ogni tre mesi, per tre giorni, mi manda a ricoprire una carenza di organico, nell’ospedale di Lipari, (e così anche i miei colleghi), nel poco tempo libero che mi resta a disposizione, mi dedico alla mia passione fotografica.
Lipari è l’isola più grande delle isole Eolie (si trovano a nord della Sicilia, ad un’ora di aliscafo da Milazzo); Lipari , sotto la dittatura fascista, fu sede di confino coatto per gli oppositori politici, essa era considerata “un’Alcatraz siciliana”, fra tutte le isole di confino, Lipari fu molto probabilmente quella più vivibile, sia per le sue notevoli dimensioni che favorivano i rapporti dei confinati con gli abitanti, sia perché, in misura maggiore che altrove, a Lipari veniva consentito ai confinati di abitare in residenze private, insieme ai propri familiari o ad altri compagni. Ho trovato scritto: “Trovarsi su un Isola che appartiene a un’altra Isola, vuol dire sentirsi doppiamente straniero, legato al volere degli dei e della natura, dove ogni certezza può essere spazzata via dalle onde di quel mare che la lambisce in ogni intima parte, ma è una sensazione che dura solo per qualche minuto, i Liparoti (gli abitanti di lipari, n.d.r.)lo sanno bene (come lo sanno tutti i siciliani), è connaturato in loro il concetto greco della Xenia, l'ospitalità, non è una norma scritta, è un atto dovuto che prevede sacralità e protezione per l’ospite”.
Lipari ha una lunga storia come luogo di detenzione. È l’isola dove all’inizio erano confinati i delinquenti comuni, poi con la legge del 6 novembre 1926 (il ventennio fascista inizia con la presa del potere del fascismo e di Mussolini, ufficialmente avvenuta il 31 ottobre 1922), Lipari divenne così il luogo dove isolare e confinare gli oppositori; la vita del confinato iniziava subito dopo lo sbarco, con l’alloggio nelle camerate del Castello, sotto la rigida sorveglianza della polizia e della milizia fascista, ogni mattina, i confinati erano sottoposti all’appello e alla consegna della "mazzetta", ossia la paga giornaliera di 10 lire; potevano circolare liberamente nel paese, senza però superare la linea di demarcazione che circondava il centro abitato; passeggiare era la principale attività, i più tristi e malinconici si spingevano fino al limite consentito per vedere arrivare i traghetti da Milazzo, consapevoli che il mare era sorvegliato da motoscafi armati di mitragliatrici. Situazione che non impedirà a Nitti, Rosselli e Lussu di fuggire dall’isola, in una notte senza luna, tra il 27 e il 28 luglio del 1929.
Ho realizzato dei foto-ritratti di persone che non conoscevo, le ringrazio veramente tanto per la loro simpatia e la loro disponibilità; ho cercato di cogliere al volo l’essenza di storie fotografiche minime, raccolte camminando per le strade di Lipari... alla ricerca di attimi fugaci s-fuggenti ...
Ho utilizzato per alcune fotografie una tecnica fotografica particolare al momento dello scatto, che oltre a catturare lo spazio circostante, ha "inserito" anche una dimensione temporale, con foto caratterizzate dall’essere mosse poiché volutamente sono stati allungati i tempi di esposizione, sono confuse-sfocate-imprecise-indecise...il termine anglosassone che racchiude con una sola parola questo genere fotografico è "blur", queste immagini sono state così realizzate in fase di scatto, e non come un effetto creato successivamente, a posteriori, in fase di post-produzione.
A Branching Owlet..branching is natural behavior where they climb amongst the branches of a tree, occasionally falling to the ground.
They are normally quite capable of getting back up into the tree very adequately, using their wings, talons and beak to scramble up and down the tree trunk - and all too often, the parent birds will also be very close by, keeping a watch on their young and will feed them at night.
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Sorry it took so long to continue this series - life has gotten in the way!
BUT..
ONE OF MY IMAGES HAS BEEN SELECTED TO BE ON A BOOK COVER!!!
Seriously..nothing can describe what I am feeling. This has been one of my biggest dreams. I am so thankful to all of you and everything that has brought me here today.
I definitely couldn't have gotten here without you guys and your support. I cannot comply the depth of my thanks. BUT THANK YOU!!
...seriously. <3
Celebration of America for a good, honest and decent man who became the 46th President and a good, honest and decent woman who became the first Woman Vice President 1-20-21. Pic taken of TV.
Thank you to "A beautiful moment" for choosing my pic for your cover.
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... of Anemone Clematis / Waldrebe (Clematis montana) - Large On Black
in our garden - Frankfurt-Nordend
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Nachi no Dengaku is a Japanese folk performing art, manner of dance and music have been fixed through it’s long tradition by the local people of Nachi to wish for an abundant harvest of rice crops.
Performed with flute player, drummers and Binzasara players a repertoires of 22 dance and music on a 4m square stage inside Kumano Nachi Shrine during the annual Nachi fire festival.
In 1976 it was designated as an Important Intangible Folk Cultural Property.
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A new client named Bambi has graced our studio for her first ever full transformation.
She kindly left us her testimony: “At my first visit, I went for the 6-hours girly day experience. Time flew by. After the full make-up and four outfits, three wigs and some makeup corrections, time was sadly almost out. I’ll have to come back soon. Cindy is a very easy and calm person to communicate with. So I quickly felt at ease. Absolutely recommended.”
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A French Wedding in Oradour-sur-Vayres.
As a young family moving out to france 15 yrs ago, it was idyllic. Living and working their 300 acre cattle farm, it was a tough life but a good life.
One day Gary, the father left them all and came back to England!
Keely (the brides mum) was left with their two young children (Lauren and Lewis) and the farm to take care of! Through literally blood, sweat and tears she did it. Over the years the children rejected their father for what he had done but slowly their bond has gained some strength, sadly it will never be the same .......... but when a daughter gets married the one person that should walk them down the aisle is their dad. And he did!
A lovely wild 'Foxglove'.. showing a beautiful interior.. see the full canvas..
Have a wonderful week ahead.. thanks for looking..