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20 May 2019: Who Is Afraid of Citizen Participation?
Chloé Pahud, Co-founder, Civocracy
OECD Headquarters, Paris
Photo: OECD/ Stéphane Kyndt
Ich höre meinen Herzschlag
also
muss ich
wohl oder übel am Leben sein
Ich höre meinen Herzschlag
also
mach ich
die Musik so laut
bis ich vergesse dass ich menschlich und verletzlich bin.
This is part one of a mini photostory I´m working on.
Detail in comments.
Just an extreme crop experiment: 300mm eq. crop from 85mm lens. While it doesn't have all the sharpness, to my eyes it still retains the "3D look" afforded by larger sensors. Even so, the 85mm lens delivers well on the AA filter equipped D750 and DxO PhotoLab does its usual magic with detail recovery.
More and more, I'm convinced that it's not low light photography where big cameras have their differentiation, it's the low ISO (bright light) situations. This is an ISO 100 shot.
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This photograph was taken in the magic of The Golden Hour around Sunrise (Sunrise was at precisely 07:56am), at an altitude of Seventeen metres, at 08:03am on Sunday January 11th 2015 off Botany Road and Marine Drive, on the sandy shoreline of Botany Bay in Broadstairs, Kent, England.
I set off at 05:30am on a very chilly morning, around two degrees, and a bracing wind that pounded flesh and bones, but well worth the one and a half hour journey there to enjoy a lovely sunrise. The seven bays in Broadstairs consist of: (From south to north) Dumpton Gap, Louisa Bay, Viking Bay, Stone Bay, Joss Bay, Kingsgate Bay and Botany Bay.
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Day 171 (06.21.2012)
Never be afraid to sit awhile and think. ~ Lorraine Hansberry, A Raisin in the Sun
Happy Fence Friday and Happy Weekend from the rainy and steamy Tampa Bay Convention Center!
Como en un juego de niños,
creimos estar en guerra
e irremediablemente,
finalmente salimos heridos.
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Dir: Troy Nixey
Stars: Katie Holmes, Guy Pearce, Bailee Madison, Jack Thompson
A young girl sent to live with her father and his new girlfriend believes that she has released creatures from a sealed ash pit in the basement of her new home.
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Yeah. Its early. Like walking into the shops and finding it marketing for Christmas two months early kinda early. But, every year I joke that I'm going to make Christmas cards and never do it in time. I may still not. Starting this early means I can try.
Tyke was afraid of the beard... especially because Bosco kept biting it.
a few others on my blog
It is a little known fact that it is only the glass which protects you when visiting otters. They are quite vicious and can jump farther than the bunny in Monty Python. Be afraid. The "we're sleeping" and "innocent puppy dog look" are just acts. They are but feeble attempts to cover their nefarious intents. Really.
Day 54/365
"Mr. Woody afraid from his shadow!!"
its the consept of many people...who afraid to be productive more and more...its the concept of afraid to try new things and afraid from the consequences
Strobist Info: 580EX II on 105mm and TTL+2 mode
Triggered via Pocket Wizzard MiniTT1 and FlexTT5.
I'm afraid this load contains photos not well-composed or taken. I'm not skillful in taking indoors, low-light photos. Plus we were also seated and could not freely walk around for most of the time inside this Grand Hall here, as our wonderful tour guide was explaining to us the symbols and interesting facts of this massive meeting hall.
The Freemasonry is full of sometimes mysterious symbols of Medieval, Middle-Eastern, Roman, Greek, Christian, Jewish, Royal, mythical, astronomical, astrological and geometrical origins.
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The Freemasons believe in higher power and the importance of morality but Freemasonry is not a religion by itself, but members are expected to have a religious or spiritual belief. As such, a Mason (as Freemasons are often known as) may be a Protestant, Catholic, Muslim, Buddhist, Jew or any other religion. The Masons perform ceremonies and rituals and take solemn oaths concerning their behaviour both in the Lodge and in society. Members also promise to keep confidential the way they recognise each other when visiting another Lodge. Because of that, the Masons over the centuries have always had a reputation for being a secret society. Freemasonry has been concerned with the care of the less fortunate and help for those in need.
As it happens, 2017 will mark the 300th anniversary of the United Grand Lodge of England, and no doubt there would be special events. The Hall is open for free/ pay-what-you-can guided tours everyday except for Sundays. For more info, visit their web site:
Cathedral, Ely, Cambridgeshire
I used to be afraid of going back to Ely. So many of the memories from the first twenty years of my life are bound up with this place. I still want to step off the bus or train and find that it is still the early 1970s, to wander around the market with my granny, or go to my other grandparents' house in Chiefs Street for dinner before wandering off into the shops to spend my pocket money. But they are all dead now, and although many of my aunts, uncles and cousins still live in and around the city, I have no direct connection with Ely any more.
I was born here, and I still feel a sense of ownership. It is still the touchstone for our family - my children still think of Ely, in a strange way, as where their story started.
And in fact, Ely hasn't changed that much. There are still plenty of independent shops in High Street, Fore Hill and Market Street, there are still lots of the old pubs, the Thursday market is still busy with people who have come in from the Fens on buses, and talk exactly like my grandparents. I was shocked to see that they have pulled down Cutlacks the ironmongers, and I mourn the passing of the cattle market, although that, of course, could be said for many small country towns.
Is there another Cathedral city in England where the cathedral is so utterly entwined with the streets which huddle around it? There are no other tall buildings, apart from the spire of St Mary's church. The Cathedral west tower is always there, peeping above the rooftops, wherever you look towards it.
Ely is a city, and the Isle of Ely was a proud, independent county, but neither of these mean anything now, and neither of them have any political purpose any more. Today, Ely is merely the largest place served by East Cambridgeshire District Council, a completely meaningless division of the overgrown county of Cambridgeshire. I was born in the Grange Maternity Home, some 200 yards from the Cathedral's west tower; today, it is the headquarters of East Cambridgeshire District Council.
The biggest difference from twenty years ago is how quiet the streets are - they used to be so traffic-choked, but today Ely is bypassed.
And another thing which has changed is the Lamb Hotel. This is one of those grand coaching inns you often find in small country towns. When I was little, it was dead posh - we would never have gone in there. I always associate it with wedding receptions and commercial travellers. But today, we found it was a very pleasant place to stop for lunch.
Anyone coming back to Ely after half a century away might find the gentrification of the waterside area remarkable. This was where my father was born in the 1930s, in a cheerful slum of barefoot children. Today, the houses are sought after by young professionals - the walk to the station is a couple of minutes, and we are only twenty mimutes by train from the city of Cambridge.
Ely Cathedral is architecturally one of the most magnificent buildings in England. The view from the south-east is world famous, as is the lantern tower. But the interior is rather dull, despite the wonderful unbroken vista down what is England's longest cathedral. Apart from the architecture, very little of medieval origin survives - there is a small cluster of stained glass in one chapel, and the stone carvings of the beautiful lady chapel, but that is about all. The narrow Norman aisles, with their grey, oppressive vaulting, are not really a pleasure to walk, and there are no cloisters. And while the lady chapel is breathtaking, is it any more magnificent than a dozen or more East Anglian churches - Salle, Walpole St Peter or Blythburgh, for example? Ironically, Ely is one of the few English cathedrals which charges an entrance fee, a whacking £5.50 (Lincoln, a much more important and beautiful interior, charges £4, while Norwich and Peterborough, the other two great medieval Cathedrals in this corner of England, are completely free).
I remember how the great west doorway and the north transept doorway would stand open during the day. As a child, I would leave my grandparents house in Chiefs Street, and walk the length of the nave and out through the transept to get to the market place. Everybody used the Cathedral to get from one part of this tiny, beautiful city to another, just as their ancestors and predecessors had for hundreds and hundreds of years. But no longer.
Cathedral, Ely, Cambridgeshire
I used to be afraid of going back to Ely. So many of the memories from the first twenty years of my life are bound up with this place. I still want to step off the bus or train and find that it is still the early 1970s, to wander around the market with my granny, or go to my other grandparents' house in Chiefs Street for dinner before wandering off into the shops to spend my pocket money. But they are all dead now, and although many of my aunts, uncles and cousins still live in and around the city, I have no direct connection with Ely any more.
I was born here, and I still feel a sense of ownership. It is still the touchstone for our family - my children still think of Ely, in a strange way, as where their story started.
And in fact, Ely hasn't changed that much. There are still plenty of independent shops in High Street, Fore Hill and Market Street, there are still lots of the old pubs, the Thursday market is still busy with people who have come in from the Fens on buses, and talk exactly like my grandparents. I was shocked to see that they have pulled down Cutlacks the ironmongers, and I mourn the passing of the cattle market, although that, of course, could be said for many small country towns.
Is there another Cathedral city in England where the cathedral is so utterly entwined with the streets which huddle around it? There are no other tall buildings, apart from the spire of St Mary's church. The Cathedral west tower is always there, peeping above the rooftops, wherever you look towards it.
Ely is a city, and the Isle of Ely was a proud, independent county, but neither of these mean anything now, and neither of them have any political purpose any more. Today, Ely is merely the largest place served by East Cambridgeshire District Council, a completely meaningless division of the overgrown county of Cambridgeshire. I was born in the Grange Maternity Home, some 200 yards from the Cathedral's west tower; today, it is the headquarters of East Cambridgeshire District Council.
The biggest difference from twenty years ago is how quiet the streets are - they used to be so traffic-choked, but today Ely is bypassed.
And another thing which has changed is the Lamb Hotel. This is one of those grand coaching inns you often find in small country towns. When I was little, it was dead posh - we would never have gone in there. I always associate it with wedding receptions and commercial travellers. But today, we found it was a very pleasant place to stop for lunch.
Anyone coming back to Ely after half a century away might find the gentrification of the waterside area remarkable. This was where my father was born in the 1930s, in a cheerful slum of barefoot children. Today, the houses are sought after by young professionals - the walk to the station is a couple of minutes, and we are only twenty mimutes by train from the city of Cambridge.
Ely Cathedral is architecturally one of the most magnificent buildings in England. The view from the south-east is world famous, as is the lantern tower. But the interior is rather dull, despite the wonderful unbroken vista down what is England's longest cathedral. Apart from the architecture, very little of medieval origin survives - there is a small cluster of stained glass in one chapel, and the stone carvings of the beautiful lady chapel, but that is about all. The narrow Norman aisles, with their grey, oppressive vaulting, are not really a pleasure to walk, and there are no cloisters. And while the lady chapel is breathtaking, is it any more magnificent than a dozen or more East Anglian churches - Salle, Walpole St Peter or Blythburgh, for example? Ironically, Ely is one of the few English cathedrals which charges an entrance fee, a whacking £5.50 (Lincoln, a much more important and beautiful interior, charges £4, while Norwich and Peterborough, the other two great medieval Cathedrals in this corner of England, are completely free).
I remember how the great west doorway and the north transept doorway would stand open during the day. As a child, I would leave my grandparents house in Chiefs Street, and walk the length of the nave and out through the transept to get to the market place. Everybody used the Cathedral to get from one part of this tiny, beautiful city to another, just as their ancestors and predecessors had for hundreds and hundreds of years. But no longer.
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Binder label: Thread
Title: Don't be afraid it's Willimantic thread [back]
Date issued: 1870 - 1900 (approximate)
Physical description: 1 print : chromolithograph ; 12 x 8 cm.
Genre: Advertising cards
Subject: Children; Cats; Thread; Cotton; Toys; Baskets; Animals in human situations
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Collection: 19th Century American Trade Cards
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Cathedral, Ely, Cambridgeshire
I used to be afraid of going back to Ely. So many of the memories from the first twenty years of my life are bound up with this place. I still want to step off the bus or train and find that it is still the early 1970s, to wander around the market with my granny, or go to my other grandparents' house in Chiefs Street for dinner before wandering off into the shops to spend my pocket money. But they are all dead now, and although many of my aunts, uncles and cousins still live in and around the city, I have no direct connection with Ely any more.
I was born here, and I still feel a sense of ownership. It is still the touchstone for our family - my children still think of Ely, in a strange way, as where their story started.
And in fact, Ely hasn't changed that much. There are still plenty of independent shops in High Street, Fore Hill and Market Street, there are still lots of the old pubs, the Thursday market is still busy with people who have come in from the Fens on buses, and talk exactly like my grandparents. I was shocked to see that they have pulled down Cutlacks the ironmongers, and I mourn the passing of the cattle market, although that, of course, could be said for many small country towns.
Is there another Cathedral city in England where the cathedral is so utterly entwined with the streets which huddle around it? There are no other tall buildings, apart from the spire of St Mary's church. The Cathedral west tower is always there, peeping above the rooftops, wherever you look towards it.
Ely is a city, and the Isle of Ely was a proud, independent county, but neither of these mean anything now, and neither of them have any political purpose any more. Today, Ely is merely the largest place served by East Cambridgeshire District Council, a completely meaningless division of the overgrown county of Cambridgeshire. I was born in the Grange Maternity Home, some 200 yards from the Cathedral's west tower; today, it is the headquarters of East Cambridgeshire District Council.
The biggest difference from twenty years ago is how quiet the streets are - they used to be so traffic-choked, but today Ely is bypassed.
And another thing which has changed is the Lamb Hotel. This is one of those grand coaching inns you often find in small country towns. When I was little, it was dead posh - we would never have gone in there. I always associate it with wedding receptions and commercial travellers. But today, we found it was a very pleasant place to stop for lunch.
Anyone coming back to Ely after half a century away might find the gentrification of the waterside area remarkable. This was where my father was born in the 1930s, in a cheerful slum of barefoot children. Today, the houses are sought after by young professionals - the walk to the station is a couple of minutes, and we are only twenty mimutes by train from the city of Cambridge.
Ely Cathedral is architecturally one of the most magnificent buildings in England. The view from the south-east is world famous, as is the lantern tower. But the interior is rather dull, despite the wonderful unbroken vista down what is England's longest cathedral. Apart from the architecture, very little of medieval origin survives - there is a small cluster of stained glass in one chapel, and the stone carvings of the beautiful lady chapel, but that is about all. The narrow Norman aisles, with their grey, oppressive vaulting, are not really a pleasure to walk, and there are no cloisters. And while the lady chapel is breathtaking, is it any more magnificent than a dozen or more East Anglian churches - Salle, Walpole St Peter or Blythburgh, for example? Ironically, Ely is one of the few English cathedrals which charges an entrance fee, a whacking £5.50 (Lincoln, a much more important and beautiful interior, charges £4, while Norwich and Peterborough, the other two great medieval Cathedrals in this corner of England, are completely free).
I remember how the great west doorway and the north transept doorway would stand open during the day. As a child, I would leave my grandparents house in Chiefs Street, and walk the length of the nave and out through the transept to get to the market place. Everybody used the Cathedral to get from one part of this tiny, beautiful city to another, just as their ancestors and predecessors had for hundreds and hundreds of years. But no longer.
a cat that has been a stray in my neighborhood for three years, if i remember correctly, which everyone refers to as piper, she is very alert and pregnant often
she used to be afraid of people
i go to the woods and leave her food over winter break and in the winter in highschool, when she had kittens in my window well i used to sit in the garage and feed the babies with an eye dropper every three hours because they kept dying in the window well
three died of sickness, two lived and currently live at my old friend's house as pets, as housecats, they are at amanda's house
this cat let me pet her today, for an hour
her hairs all over my black t-shirt, on my hands
i have no idea why, i haven't been around for months, haven't seen this cat in ages
she doesn't let anyone touch her
she rubbed her head on my knees, i sat indian style next to her for twenty minutes and then laid on my back
she rubbed her head on my hands, on my arms and elbows
a human, a cat,
no level of understanding
i pet you, which is what you wanted
you amused me and made me feel gentle, which is probably what i wanted, probably all that i wanted really
i was paranoid, i thought you were going to bite me
and that is when you licked my hand, like a dog
i crack up
and watch airplanes and my new neighbors move in
take them cookies, i wanted to make them vegan but decided against it considering we are in ohio
amber echoes in my mind, "it's funny and hard to be vegetarian in a midwestern family", let alone vegan.
the new neighbors give me a weird look but in a warm way, i like them already...
their possessions are fascinating, i must admit i've been watching them move all their things into their house over the past two days
i just want to drink and play music with alex currin, him on bass or mandolin, me on guitar or mandolin, laughing and singing and playing until we're exhausted
falling asleep in hammocks
sunlight and warm breezes, i want to record music with everyone
A Multi Media Performance by Rhodri Hugh Thomas in Collaboration With Carolina Vasquez Based on the poem and art work “Who’s Afraid?” by Susan Richardson and Pat Gregory. First performance in the Willow Theatre. Photo by Mathew Talfan