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Tough girl, I'm in pain
It's lonely at the top, black outs and airplanes
And I still pour you a glass, of champagne
Tough girl whose soul aches
Sin rey, ni mazmorras, aunque sí tiene unos fosos bastante grandes... el Castillo de Acher es tal vez la montaña más majestuosa del valle de Echo, en el Pirineo occidental. Esta panorámica está tomada desde la cima del vecino pico Bisaurín.
Sitting Paragons: Whim & Tey
Location: Undisclosed
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an ache
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My hand has been asking for yours.
It’s hard to hide the love in my gaze;
snapping towards your direction
as your laughter sets me ablaze.
It’s hard to hide the need to touch;
my fingers twitch on reflex,
only to find something else to clutch.
My hand has been asking for yours.
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The Krimml Waterfalls (German: Krimmler Wasserfälle), with a total height of 380 metres (1,247 feet), are the highest waterfall in Austria.[1] The falls are on the Krimmler Ache river and are located near the village of Krimml in the High Tauern National Park in Salzburg state.
Krimmler Waterfalls is a tiered waterfall. The waterfall begins at the top of the Krimmler Ache valley, and plunges downward in three stages. The upper stage has a drop of 140 metres, the middle of 100 metres, and the lowest a drop of 140 metres. The highest point of the waterfall is 1,470 metres above sea level.
The Krimmler Ache is a glacial stream whose flow varies greatly with season. Its volumetric flow in June and July is 20,000 m³/h (about 5.28 million gallons per hour), while in February it is only 500 m³/h (about 0.13 million gallons per hour). The greatest measured flow was on 25 August 1987, when it was 600,000 m³/h, or almost 160 million gallons per hour.
After the falls, the river joins the Salzach, which flows to the Inn, then into the River Danube and finally to the Black Sea.
To ensure that tourists could see more of the waterfall without difficulty, Ignaz von Kürsinger, from Mittersill, created a path to the upper part of the waterfall. In 1879, the Austrian Alpine Club improved the road to provide a more panoramic view. About 400,000 people visit the falls annually. The misty spray of the waterfall creates ideal growth condition for hundreds of mosses, lichens and ferns. The surroundings are the habitat for 62 bird species.[3]
There is a negative impact on the local residents due to the high traffic level in a small village, and because of erosion to the road.
today i review my austria times and great hiking tour along the krimmler falls and ache + today for your fredagsmys entertainment
You're broken down and tired
Of living life on a merry go round
And you can't find the fighter
But I see it in you so we gonna walk it out
And move mountains
We gonna walk it out
And move mountains
And I'll rise up
I'll rise like the day
I'll rise up
I'll rise unafraid
I'll rise up
And I'll do it a thousand times again
And I'll rise up
High like the waves
I'll rise up
In spite of the ache
I'll rise up
And I'll do it a thousands times again
For you
For you
For you
For you
When the silence isn't quiet
And it feels like it's getting hard to breathe
And I know you feel like dying
But I promise we'll take the world to its feet
And move mountains
We'll take it to its feet
And move mountains
Songwriters: Cassandra Monique Batie / Jennifer Decilveo
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You watch me bleed until I can't breathe
Shaking, falling onto my knees
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
Tripping over myself,
Aching, begging you to come help
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches.
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He was only twelve years old. But turned gravely sick recently, so had to put him to sleep today.
This picture taken 2020 when he was in good health.
Nelsen was the happiest good soul our creator could ever make. He was my blessing. My heart aches.
Mkinvartsveri is an extinct volcano whose last eruption is supposed to have happened in the Middle Pleistocene, sometime between 2,580,000 and 11,700 years ago.
A number of glaciers come down from it, including Suatisi, Mna, Ortsveri, and Devdaraki. The fastest river in Georgia, the Tergi, has its source there as well.
Kazbegi is especially attractive for mountaineers and rock climbers, but you don’t have to be a professional athlete to get to it's top. What you do need is good physical preparedness, a well-chosen time, the right equipment and most of all - a professional guide.
There are two classic routes climbing up to the top of Kazbegi and the best time for ascending is from the second half of summer to the middle of September, when the snow cover is less and the weather is mostly sunny.
Once you have reached the peak, standing above the clouds in an infinite expanse, you will gaze out over a breathtaking view that will make all of the sweat and aches worth it.
I shall not live in vain
if i can ease one life from aching
or cool one pain
or help one fainting Robin
unto his nest again
I shall not live in vain
-- Emily Dickinson
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Adrienne stirred, the scent of wine lingering in the thick underground air. Her eyelids felt heavy, her head throbbing with the dull ache of indulgence. What a weird dream… more like a nightmare.
She nuzzled into the warmth pressing against her side. Then realized she was waking up somewhere unfamiliar. Who had she gone home with this time? She shifted slightly and felt an arm draped over her waist, their bodies tangled in the deep cushions of the worn leather sofa. Relief washed over her as she realized she was still dressed. Then she turned—Kayla---and the nightmare rushed back into focus.
Kayla groaned beside her, stretching lazily. “Remind me,” she muttered, voice rough with sleep, “whose idea was it to finish that second bottle?”
Adrienne let out a low, tired laugh. “Yours.”
Kayla cracked one eye open and shot her a suspicious look. “Liar.”
Adrienne smirked, shifting onto her side to face her.
Kayla stirred, stretching before offering a small, knowing smile. “Did you sleep well?”
“I slept.” Adrienne rubbed her temples, willing away the weight pressing against her skull. She exhaled slowly, then muttered, “Tell me yesterday didn’t happen.”
Kayla’s gaze softened—ok but only for a second. “You need to practice.” Her voice was quieter now, more serious.
Adrienne sighed, pressing her fingers to her forehead. “I know. But maybe we could just lay here for a while longer.”
Kayla sat up, pulling Adrienne with her. “You did great with the teleportation last night, but you have to learn to focus. If you don’t land exactly where you intend to jump, we’re dead.”
Adrienne inhaled sharply through her nose, the weight of responsibility settling against her chest. She was learning, but learning wasn’t enough. She had to master it.
Kayla pressed a firm hand to Adrienne’s knee, grounding her. “You were born for this. It’s in your in your blood. Now, close your eyes.”
Adrienne felt the hum of her device start, a faint vibration against her skin. She obeyed, letting the quiet of the apartment wrap around her, pressing in but never suffocating.
“Find the thread,” Kayla continued. “Focus on a place—then feel the pull. Don’t chase it. Feel it.”
Adrienne inhaled deeply, centering herself. Focus. The place, the pull.
She felt it—faint, distant, like the whisper of something just beyond her grasp.
“Let it bring you to the edge,” Kayla murmured. “But don’t fall. Just stand there. Balance.”
The air shifted around her. The apartment walls grew thinner—like layers peeling apart, revealing glimpses of elsewhere. The scent of dust and old books filled her senses. The university library. The room. She could see it, smell it.
She was about to jump.
“Not here. Not now,” whispered Kayla. “Just to the edge.”
Adrienne’s breath hitched.
Kayla’s fingers pressed against her wrist, steadying her. “Hold it. Stay.”
Adrienne felt it—the pull, the tension—but she didn’t jump.
She controlled it.
Kayla exhaled, nodding in approval. “Come back to me.”
Adrienne slowly let go, her awareness settling back into the apartment. She rubbed her head. “Ouch.”
Kayla smiled, satisfaction flickering in her gaze. “That was perfect. I think you must remember from times past.”
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For an upcoming Substack post, I got the chance to dig into why I fell in love with the Plains. It's been a couple of years since I've been back, and I'm planning a return this summer (if all planets align, so to speak).
But it was nice to revisit the place, even if in old photos and through some words scratched out and spoken. You'll see in a couple of days.
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'Ache'
Camera: Mamiya RB67
Film: Ultrafine 400
Process: PMK; 1+2+100; 13mins
Nebraska
July 2023
This was meant to be just a recce as I favour a good sunset (ok we don't seem to get those atm) but the walk from where you park the car is longer then I expected especially when I've been suffering from a bit of a Lyme flare up this week. However for me poppies are enough of a motivation to shake off any aches and pains!!
The light and shadows I think were enough for me to come away with a couple of shots that weren't completely flat but I do favour that golden light
I hope to return before they go over! And summer where are you?
My heart aches. Doesn't it?
When the ribs stop moving, it causes considerable pain.
I know this well from my experience with thoracic vertebral blockages. The vertebra blocks and the ribs freeze.
The game also works the other way round. If the ribs don't move, then the vertebrae block.... And now?
The accident with the nasty thorax bruises has led to an 'armouring' of my ribcage. A self-playing system, a vicious circle.
The muscles harden more and more, the fasciae stick together..., the thoracic vertebrae block, etc.
So now the main pain is at the level of the heart, TH 3 and TH 4, mainly.
In fact, the whole thoracic spine was blocked, was treated extensively again yesterday by chiropractic.
I broke TH 3 and TH 4 in 2005 (and a bit more: C7 and TH 7 +8, the last two 'only' microfractured). So I have a predisposition.
A disturbance of TH 3 and 4 can lead to considerable pain in the heart area, some misinterpret this pain as a heart attack.
Prolonged problems in this area can lead to heart rhythm disorders.
I know all about it, I have experienced it.
And now?
Now I have what feels like a knife sitting in my heart area, stabbing again and again, deep.
But what if not only muscular, fascial and bony reasons have an influence on the interaction between ribs and vertebrae and this pain?
What if old wounds are torn open, things that went and go hard to the heart? And maybe not just one?
Then this vicious circle of the 3 sources playing off each other is fed.
My heart aches.
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I'm very glad at the moment that my lower back decided to stay 'silent'.
All the therapy and pain - killers the last days are helping step by step. But most important is to escape from the circle. Otherwise it is a self feeding progress.
“Dentro di noi si sono aperte delle crepe. Ognuno all'inizio è una nave inaffondabile. Poi ci succedono alcune cose: persone che ci lasciano, che non ci amano, che non ci capiscono o che noi non capiamo, e ci perdiamo, sbagliamo, ci facciamo del male, gli uni agli altri. E lo scafo comincia a creparsi. E quando si rompe non c'è niente da fare, la fine è inevitabile. Però c'è un sacco di tempo tra quando le crepe cominciano a formarsi e quando andiamo a pezzi. Ed è solo in quei momenti che possiamo vederci, perché vediamo fuori di noi, dalle nostre fessure e dentro gli altri attraverso le loro. Una volta che lo scafo va in pezzi, però, la luce entra. Ed esce.”
— Città di carta - John Green
“Ci sono storie che abbiamo amato di amore infinito ma che in realtà non sono mai iniziate, ed è per questo che mai finiranno. Di quello che non è mai accaduto non ce ne scorderemo mai”
— Il quadro mai dipinto - M. Bisotti
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La arquitecta Carme Pinós ganó el concurso para su construcción en 2009.
El 21 de septiembre de 2010, el alcalde de Zaragoza, Juan Alberto Belloch y el presidente de La Caixa, Isidro Fainé, colocaron la primera piedra de este equipamiento enmarcándose en la zona conocida como Milla Digital.La construcción se inició en diciembre de 2010 y se terminó en marzo de 2014. El 27 de junio de 2014 se procedió a su inauguración.
En diciembre del 2013 fue ganador de los Premios de Ingeniería ACHE en la categoría de edificación, organizados por la Asociación Científico-Técnica del Hormigón Estructural.
Recently I've been exploring lots of contemporaty & fim/analogue (and polaroid) images. The more I see the more I fell in love with their concepts, emotions, colours, experimental freedom..Those analogue photographers (and independent contemporary photograhers) do not follow up technical perfection or award-following results like DSLR (or new mirrorless) users do; instead they search for art, for concepts, for stories-they go on undiscovered small paths, instead of highways..The way they create colours, different visions are amazing..It's like diving into a black hole that you do not want to come out..
I also try to understand the ''language'' those artists-photographers are using. they are my guidelines on the path for searching my new voice, my new concept- but I am at the very beginning of this new road- and I need to practice a lot:))
The title refers sort of my search of this new language-my ache of travail for trying to give birth of a new concept. My model Anna did a fantastic job for accomponiying me-sort of we were trying to explore those new era together..