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Loch Chon, Trossachs: the outlet of the loch to the Water of Chon.
Given that the Water of Chon flows, via Loch Dhu, into Loch Ard, which outlets to the River Forth, a reasonable argument may be advanced that THIS is the de facto source of the River Forth and not the outlet from Loch Ard.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8dmWAve3Pvk
La solemne composición de Bocherini en su famoso quinteto para cuerdas, supo reflejar el argumento que acontecía en las noches de Madrid tomando de inspiración en escenas nocturnas entre la alegria y el bullicio del momento que se vivia en la capital de España entre bailes populares hasta que llega la retirada de la guardia a sus cuarteles.
CIBELES -- Madrid
Due to my fascination with bokeh, I usually shoot wide open. The problem with that is that very little of the image is in focus and due to the quick moving nature of my subjects, most of the time the wrong part ends up being in focus. Sometimes, however, lady luck or whoever is in charge of these things bestows a smile on you. That was the case here, because beak, forehead and eye are exactly what I was aiming for. Would have been nice if the feet had been as sharp as well, but I suppose you could make the argument that they portray a bit of a sense of motion. (That’s an excuse, really). Oh, and what is my female sparrow buddy levitating over? That would be the metal flower, courtesy of my daughter.
• If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
drying in the color of the evening sun
tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
but something in our minds will always stay
perhaps this final act was meant
to clinch a lifetime's argument
that nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
for all those born beneath an angry star
lest we forget how fragile we are..•
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Two male House hopper jumping spiders. These jumpers really can put on a show, more like a dance than fighting though its for real!
I’m at that stage of my life where I keep myself out of arguments. Even if you tell me 1+1=5 you’re absolutely correct, enjoy.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XGGWhOUYObc
@ Radio Ocho Tango Place
Fine words are not truth. Good words do not argue. Arguments are just speech. He who knows does not have much knowledge.
Winter is drawing to end and spring is in the air!
In the avian world this means three things., breeding plumage., 'wooing' a partner., and conflict
The hormones are 'racing' and even when it comes to who sits where on the stick an argument is likely to occur
And it all makes for highly entertaining photography!!
A day at Speakers' Corner in Hyde Park, London. A place for free speach and argumentation.
These two were very passionate about their religious arguments, but it was a much friendlier discussion than what it seems.
Lots of photos of that day at: aleadamphotos.wordpress.com/2016/09/10/a-day-at-speakers-...
You broke my heart when you left me without explanation. We had started talking about house, baby, ...
I would have liked so much if we had had arguments, if we had no more desires for each other, if you had left me for another one. But nothing!
It took me months to understand that it was out of cowardice. Like blocking me on your phone to stop all dialogue.
I drowned my sorrows in alcohol and drugs. If my family and friends hadn't supported me, I wouldn't be here. And you weren't worth it!
Finally, we will not walk together until tomorrow! Our song ...
🎶 Louise Attaque - Si L'On Marchait Jusqu'A Demain (If We Walked Until Tomorrow)
j'ai hésité à prendre cette photo, ce n'est pas trop mon style, mais avec la pauvreté et son cortège de misères de plus en plus présents dans nos villes, j'ai finalement décidé de mettre ce triste "clic" dans l'un de mes albums sur la ville !
A Chance Encounter..
Peaches.. The smell of peaches captured my attention..
It was unusual for such a crisp autumn day
Looking up from my usual coffee and paper morning routine to find its source..
I saw her.. she was young.. yet elegantly dressed with a sophisticated presence..
She was struggling with a huge great Dane.. which gave me a chuckle as he did not want to walk any further and he was clearly winning the argument.
She sat down and ordered ..I glanced back at my paper, but something about her demanded my attention..
A slight breeze blew by as she tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ears..
I grabbed my sketch book and tried to capture her in that moment..
I began to wonder.. let my mind drift and a story began to form.. surprising myself as many months had past without any.
Words.. began to flow it was difficult to keep up with..
I look up.. she had gone.. small sense of disappointment flashed across my mind.. but smiling knowing the story had just begun.
Perpetuity Sim
So, lets get political, why not?! America is about to face yet another intelligence test it will undoubtedly fail, every "democratic" country does! Because voters think voting changes things, err no!
Stay with me. Let's pick a date, for argument sakes say, 1776, the Declaration of Independence of the United States of America. Around the world how many elections have taken place, as in everywhere, the answer is bloody hundreds, now put that to one side; in the world there is homelessness, abject poverty, hunger, unsustainable economies, poor education, needless war, poor healthcare, corruption and so on and so on and so on. Now, think back to all those elections, isn't it weird how every single election that ever takes place, these political stooges promise to eradicate or drastically improve all those aforementioned global ills I just listed? (and that's not all of them by far) and yet here we are, centuries later.
Government, Voter, Media, say I am Government, I could take the voter, beat the living daylights out of them to an inch of their life, hideaway for 4 years, then invite that same voter out to dinner, voter will accept AND pay for the meal, why? Why four years? Because that is about as long as the memory of a voter ever seems to last, and why would they accept the invite and pay for the meal? Because I got the media to convince them that they had to.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is how voting really works.
And before anyone squeals at me saying soldiers died for your freedom to vote, for a start they didn't, they died for the psychopathic selfishness of banking and corporate advancement (without said soldiers even realising it, advancing the ill gotten gains of the very organisations behind Government), plus, nothing said soldiers even today, fight or die for, had or has ever gone away. If our country's military ever fought for our freedom, Capitol Hill would be a crater!
There are 196 countries currently on Earth, and just 10 are NOT currently involved in militarised conflict in one form or another; Corporate and Banking sponsored Imperialism, Zionism and Wahhabism is behind all of it. So you tell me WW3 hasn't started. Politicians are just glove puppets to give you someone to shout at for things that you voted for.
So go ahead and vote America, the same people you do not want in, will win anyway, every... single... time!
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.
-- Pedro Calderon de la Barca
[Larger provides further evidence]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhF34xLMOpY
"La VIBRATION de l' UNIVERS"
de SERGE - REIVER NAZARE .
vadeker.net/beyond/contact/lois_sur_les_extraterrestres.html
"LOIS et REGLEMENTS sur le CONTACT avec les EXTRATERRESTRES" ... aux USA .
"C' est dans l' air du temps que cette ""paranoïa anti-extraterrestre"" soit devenue mondiale . Il faudrait se méfier de tout contact avec un intelligence extraterrestre ou toutes formes de vie extraterrestre . Et, comme chacun le sait , nul n' est censé ignorer la Loi , même si c' est pour réglementer un contact avec un phénomène qui n' est pas censé exister , car il n' est pas officiellement reconnu , mais qui pourrait tout de même l' être si on ouvre grand les yeux .
Les Gouvernements jouent ainsi avec les contradictions et ils ne manquent pas d' imaginations ni d' arguments pour légiférer sur un contrôle de ceux qui seraient confrontés au phénomène ovnien . Nous retrouvons des Lois à géométrie variable parce qu'on ne sait jamais ce qui pourrait se passer dans la tête d' un terrien ...
Les Politiques en parlent , les Militaires les craignent , les Stratèges ne savent plus sur quel pied danser ...
Un bref aperçu pour avoir une idée du contexte culturel et idéologique dans lesquels émergent ces Lois ..."
(Motion Blur)
Thank you , my Friends , for your Visits ...
I’ve just read a comment from a photographer who said it’s time to stop shooting in black and white. He claimed we don’t see the world in black and white and it was something only done in the past due to the limitations at the time and it’s time to move on. Here’s a number of reasons why I think it’s critical to shoot black and white from time to time, and how it can help nurture your photographic eye.
Ansel Adams, Cartier Bresson, David Bailey, Karsh, Sebastio Salgado, Albert Watson, Peter Lindbergh, Herb Ritts, Irving Penn, Daidō Moriyama, Sally Mann, Avedon – the list of master photographers, alive or dead, who saw black and white not simply as a technical limitation but as a creative choice, could be an entire article in itself. But why did they choose it?
Here are some key reasons:
1. Color No Longer Distracts
2. You’ll See Light Differently
3. It Helps Emphasize Emotion
4. The Timeless / Classic Quality From Black And White
5. It Amplifies How You Use Negative Space
6. It Highlights Shape, Form and Pattern In The Image
7. To Highlight Beauty and Skin Tones
8. It Helps Focus On Composition
So What About Color?
The argument of not shooting black and white because it’s a thing of the past is a little odd to me, especially given that color photography is not necessarily a modern invention. Kodachrome for 35mm cameras has been around since the 1930s. The far more interesting (and possibly meaningful question) may be:“Why is black and white still so prevalent today, given we've been able to shoot color for so long?”.
I still shoot color and love playing with it, but I certainly enjoy the challenge and creative push from shooting in black and white.
Udny Castle is a tower house in the parish of Udny, southwest of the village of Pitmedden and northeast of the hamlet of Udny Green, Aberdeenshire, in the northeast of Scotland. The area is generally flat but the castle is sited on the highest ground and can be seen for a considerable distance. Its exact construction date is unknown, but its foundations probably date from the late 14th or early 15th century. Additional storeys were added and a later extension, described as a "modern mansion", was incorporated but subsequently demolished. It is a Category A listed building.
Sited on the highest area in a generally flat terrain, the castle can be seen from a considerable distance. The exact construction date is not known but it was probably initially constructed by the Udny family in the 14th or 15th century. The property is first recorded when it is shown on a charter for David II instigated by Ronald of Uldney.
MacGibbon and Ross suggested a construction date of the turn of the 16–17th centuries, but the indentation of the upper floors and thickness of the foundation walls suggest a much earlier date. The main construction work of the keep is believed to have spanned over 100 years and been undertaken by three consecutive lairds; it is reported to have "ruined them all".
The Udny family also owned Knockhall Castle and lived there until 1734 when Knockhall was destroyed by fire; they then returned to Udny. Jamie Fleeman, the Laird's fool, was responsible for saving the family papers from being destroyed in the fire.
The castle was abandoned sometime around 1775 then repair work was undertaken in 1801.
Colonel John Robert Fullerton Udny inherited the estate in 1802. He had been an army officer since 1797 but retired after his marriage to Emily Fitzhugh in 1812. Thereafter he only visited the estate occasionally as his main residence was in London. The couple had one son, John Augustus Udny, but he died a bachelor in 1859. The Colonel's wife died in 1846 after which he had an affair with Ann Allat whom he married on 2 January 1854. However, the couple had a son, John Henry Udny, born out of wedlock on 9 May 1853. A legal case was heard by the House of Lords as to whether John Henry was entitled to inherit the estate as his parents had been unmarried when he was born. The legal arguments describe how the Colonel had wished to do restoration work on the castle but could not afford to do so "owing chiefly to his connection with the turf".
The Colonel died in 1861. The House of Lords had decided in favour of John Henry and he inherited the estate as "though illegitimate at his birth, [he] was legitimated by the subsequent marriage of his parents".
In 1887, it is recorded as owned by John Hay Udny and had been in the family's ownership for several centuries.
Bartizans were included when an extra storey was added in the 17th century.
A mansion house in the baronial style was added in 1874–75 to the design of architect James Maitland Wardrop (of the Wardrop and Anderson company) but was subsequently demolished during the 1960s. Wardrop's son, Hew, was also an architect and undertook some of the decorative work at the castle. He died suddenly of appendicitis while working at the castle on 4 November 1887.
In 1964, restoration work was begun on the original tower house and the mansion house was demolished. Historic Scotland listed the castle as a Category A listed building in April 1971.
Having an argument
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The morning air was cool and fresh as my car pushed its way up the Tioga Pass Road toward the Yosemite High Country. It was May in the Eastern Sierra and the snowmelt had made little lakes out of what would be grassy meadows later in the year. I stopped for a bit to walk around one of the lakes… snapping pics and enjoying the quiet. It was a Delightful Day !!
A little further up the Tioga Pass Road lies Tuolumne Meadows, one of the largest high-elevation meadows in the Sierra Nevada, Tuolumne Meadows at 8,600 feet has been also among the most visible to past pioneers, and present visitors and scientists.
There’s a lot of argument about which stretch of the Pacific Crest Trail has the most breathtaking scenery, but for lovers of high-alpine landscapes, it’s tough to beat the stretch of trail through Yosemite’s Tuolumne Meadows, the largest subalpine meadow in the Sierra Nevada. This is stark, fragile, granite country. The beauty of this region's glacial-cut peaks, gem-like lakes, verdant meadows, and abundant wildlife make it a hiking paradise.
Note: The Pacific Crest National Scenic Trail (PCT) is a treasured pathway through some of the most outstanding scenic terrain in the United States. Beginning in southern California at the Mexican border, the PCT travels a total distance of 2,650 miles through California, Oregon, and Washington until reaching the Canadian border.
Nikon Z6, 14-24/2.8 @ 16.5 mm, 8 sec @ f/11, ISO 100, processed to taste)
Fortunately, I don't always have to go far to photograph birds. My sister lives just outside Utrecht in a divine location, where it flutters and croaks continuously. Every spring, more and more storks come to nest, and they regularly look down on us with satisfaction from the chimney as we sip a beer on the terrace. We regularly hear tawny owls (unfortunately the long-eared owls have not been sighted for a number of years), and there seem to be badgers that use the facilities of the local swimming pool every night without paying.
There is a very noisy heron colony. At the beginning of spring, the fight for the best nesting places begins, and later in the breeding season the young croak, squeak and burp for attention, because they need as much food as possible, preferably right away.
At the end of the breeding season there has been (I think) a change in the boys and girls behavior. They can now fly and they now stand in places outside the nest, often on branches, or like here on the ground, and it seems that they can no longer stand each other. They stand opposite each other for minutes, screeching and flapping their wings. I wonder if this was the prelude to the family breaking up, and whether they will now gradually go their own way. Who knows, can say so.
La muralla medieval de Vitoria fue un recinto murado que fortificó en la Edad Media el poblado de Vitoria, y su construcción se cree tuvo lugar a finales del Siglo XI o principios del Siglo XII1, aunque existen argumentos histórico-numismáticos que apuntan que, en realidad, la muralla se erigió en la segunda mitad del Siglo XII.
Se conserva aproximadamente la mitad del volumen total, y fue recuperada a principios del Siglo XXI en una actuación que recibió una mención especial3 en la categoría de conservación en los Premios Europa Nostra en España en 2010.
Una de las puertas de la Muralla de Vitoria, que se ubica en la Calle Canton de las Carnicerias, es conocida como el Arco de la Muralla, en la imagen, y está perfectamente equipada con su reja con puntas de lanza.
Partagé entre Dieu et le Diable, entre entendre Bach et regarder les hommes, entre l’adoration et l’impiété, le mystère et le mépris, l’inquiétude et le ricanement, je ne saurais me décider entre les deux seules attitudes qui puissent séduire l’esprit : la frivolité et le renoncement. Pour laquelle opter alors que toutes les deux sont légitimes, et qu’aux arguments de l’une, l’autre oppose les siens avec autant de validité ? J’ouvre n’importe quel auteur galant du XVIIIè siècle : il me convainc ; je m’assombris à la lecture d’un « ars moriendi » quelconque : j’y consens de toute mon âme. Quel chemin prendre entre la farce et le sérieux ? Je renonce à la vie avec ses moyens : c’est le libertinage ; je la fuis – par une méthode qui l’annule – c’est l’ascétisme. Mais si je pratique les deux voies, tour à tout ou simultanément ?
Cioran
The Redshank (Tringa totanus) started the argument with the Wood Sandpiper (Tringa glareola) but it didn’t win !
Wader wars on Autumn migration on the Northumberland coast.
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* Paisaje típico de la Comarca Subbética desde la ventana de un cortijo andaluz en un extenso olivar. Término municipal de Cabra de Córdoba, (La Igabrum tartesso-romana). Centro geográfico de Andalucía.
* Esta fotografía fue tomada desde la misma ventana desde la que, en mis años juveniles, realicé la anterior 40 años antes (aquella de las granadas y membrillos). El paso del tiempo parece que deja las cosas casi iguales pero la pátina del implacable transcurrir de las horas hinca su mella tanto en los elementos físicos como en el recuerdo.
Se trata de esos pequeños detalles que hacen que nosotros seamos “…yo y mis circunstancias…” como argumentaba Ortega y Gasset, y como suelo añadir a mis alumnos “…más mis recuerdos…”, porque sin recuerdos no seriamos nadie.
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* Bueno traer en nuestra evocación poética la letra de una canción muy bella de Serrat: Para escuchar (To listen) www.youtube.com/watch?v=vo1ceeYqQsk
Pequeñas cosas
Uno se cree
que las mató el tiempo y la ausencia
pero su tren
vendió boleto
de ida y vuelta.
Son aquellas pequeñas cosas
que nos dejó un tiempo de rosas
en un rincón,
en un papel
o en un cajón.
Como un ladrón,
te acechan detrás
de la puerta;
te tienen tan
a su merced
como hojas muertas
que el viento arrastra allá o aquí,
que te sonríen tristes y
nos hacen que
lloremos cuando
nadie nos ve.
(JUAN MANUEL SERRAT. Del álbum musical “Mediterráneo”.)
In which my garden robins refuse to indulge in Christmas spirit and share.
We're Here: Christmas Dysfunction
1 of 4 involved in a territorial dispute...fun to watch the arguments...Marsh Hide at Baron's Haugh NR
A veces nos confundimos y tomamos por grandeza el poder y la riqueza. ¡Seguro que siempre ocurrió! Y no nos percatamos que eso es un cautiverio pues, al fin y a la postre, de qué te vale tener si todo aquello que tienes es volátil y nada duradero. Tal vez tú me digas que eso te ha divertido y te ha puesto en candelero. ¡Las cosas de hoy! Y es que esto de las audiencias hace perder el sentido. Yo, tú; tú, yo. ¡Qué lucha tan sin sentido! Mas en este mundo de hoy sólo ves sonajeros que quieren llamar la atención pretendiendo habitar en lo alto de los cielos. Cielos que no existen, pues sólo son ruido y mucho de envoltorio que cuando lo desenvuelves encuentras humo y mucho silencio, que de nada está hecho.
Desde el silencio de la noche, y bajo la luz de un castillo de ensueño, busco en el cielo estrellas que me indiquen dónde está la verdad y sencillez de esos juguetes de antes que nos llenaban el pecho de emoción y alegría y podíamos jugar sin tener que soportar audiencias que no queremos, ni regalos que no deseamos. Nos bastaba un juguete para hacer de la vida un hecho, del sueño una realidad y de la familia el centro.
Acordaros, Reyes Magos, que nos gustan las estrellas, esas del firmamento, y no esas otras que no lo son y siempre viven del cuento. De esos cuentos de ahora, que no tienen ni sentido ni argumento.
Si puede ser, animad un poco al viento para que se lleve todo ese personal que sólo busca su provecho. Son tantos, que ya nos sobran, pues deshacen lo bien hecho.
No os olvidéis de la PAZ, la necesitamos tras el viento para que todos vivamos sencillamente contentos.
No os abrumo ya más. No os olvidéis de estos sueños.
FELIZ NOCHE DE LOS SUEÑOS PARA TODOS!!!!!
This Eurasian Magpie was standing on the fence, with another one in the Poplar above it. They seemed to be having a conversation when, all of a sudden, this bird became quite agitated :)
Este estudio podría suponer un paso mayor en los argumentos de como, cuando y por que viene la consciencia y quien o que nos la otorga.
Nota:
Este artículo de fue tomado de su versión en inglés, publicado en: independent.co.uk
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