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* Vista de la playa en Combarro. Municipio de Poyo, en la provincia gallega de Pontevedra (España).
* La sobriedad de la piedra le da un toque místico a esta playa, de recogimiento, y ese juego de la marea que sube y baja,
con las barcas solitarias.
La playa de Combarro posee un encanto único y tiene unas de las mejores vistas de toda la costa ya que la orilla de este pueblo bordea un mar espectacular que parece que no tiene fin.
* Paseando por estas arenas y rocas evoqué el impresionante poema de Benedetti sobre el mar…
El mar
¿Qué es en definitiva el mar?
¿Por qué seduce? ¿Por qué tienta?
Suele invadirnos como un dogma
y nos obliga a ser orilla.
Nadar es una forma de abrazarlo,
de pedirle otra vez revelaciones.
Pero los golpes de agua no son magia,
hay olas tenebrosas que anegan la osadía
y neblinas que todo lo confunden.
El mar es una alianza o un sarcófago del infinito.
Trae mensajes ilegibles
y estampas ignoradas del abismo;
trasmite, a veces, una turbadora tensa
y elemental melancolía.
El mar no se avergüenza de sus náufragos,
carece totalmente de conciencia
y sin embargo atrae, tienta, llama,
lame los territorios del suicida
y cuenta historias de final oscuro.
¿Qué es en definitiva el mar?
¿Por qué fascina?
¿Por qué tienta?
Es menos que un azar, una zozobra,
un argumento contra Dios.
Seduce por ser tan extranjero y tan nosotros,
tan hecho a la medida de nuestra sinrazón
y nuestro olvido.
Es probable que nunca haya respuesta
pero igual seguiremos preguntando:
¿Qué es por ventura el mar? ¿Por qué fascina el mar?
¿Qué significa ese enigma que queda más acá
y más allá del horizonte?
(MARIO BENEDETTI. Poemas.)
One more shot of the American Flamingo, Phoenicopterus ruber from my recent trip down to Florida and visit to the Homosassa Springs State Park.
Four days after I took the B&W shot I returned to the park determined to watch the flamingos for a bit with the camera mounted on a tripod and gimbal mount. They're funny how they all sit quietly as if to appear asleep, then suddenly, they all start having arguments and prance about displaying their feathers. This goes on for a bit, then as quick as it started, it ends and they all settle back down. Fun to watch and out of it came this shot! This feather study is what I was after and it's been in my head since my first visit back in 2017. Even looks good in color! :)
You are my small green friend
You are always available for admirations or arguments
Shivering in the wind like an old human
Hoping for sunlight to fall across your many bumpy shoulders
As you lift up the weight of worlds.
Some humans think that plants grow stronger and faster
When they are spoken to in a gentle voice
With love and with a touch of acknowledgement
They are the only ones who can keep all your secrets
And still manage to survive
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Golden Plover - Pluvialis apricaria
The European golden plover (Pluvialis apricaria), also known as the Eurasian golden plover or just the golden plover within Europe, is a largish plover. This species is similar to two other golden plovers: the American golden plover, Pluvialis dominica, and Pacific golden plover, Pluvialis fulva, which are both smaller, slimmer and relatively longer-legged than European golden plover, and both have grey rather than white axillary feathers (only properly visible in flight).
The European golden plover tends to breed in the Arctic tundra and other palearctic areas, ranging as far west as Iceland, where they are called Heiðlóa, and as far east as central Siberia. It tends to gather in large flocks and winter in open areas, agricultural plains, ploughed land, and short meadows, ranging from Europe to North Africa.
The European golden plover spends summers in Iceland, and in Icelandic folklore, the appearance of the first plover in country means that spring has arrived. The Icelandic media always covers the first plover sighting, which in 2017, took place on March 27, 2017.
Origin of Guinness World Records
On 10 November 1951, Sir Hugh Beaver, then the managing director of the Guinness Breweries, went on a shooting party in the North Slob, by the River Slaney in County Wexford, Ireland. After missing a shot at a Eurasian golden plover, he became involved in an argument over which was the fastest game bird in Europe, the golden plover or the red grouse (the former being correct). That evening at Castlebridge House, he realised that it was impossible to confirm in reference books whether or not the golden plover was Europe's fastest game bird. Beaver knew that there must be numerous other questions debated nightly in pubs throughout Ireland, but there was no book in the world with which to settle arguments about records. He realised then that a book supplying the answers to this sort of question might prove popular. A Guinness employee told Sir Hugh of two twin brothers, Norris and Ross McWhirter, who had opened a fact checking agency in London. Sir Hugh interviewed the brothers and, impressed by their prodigious knowledge, commissioned the book. Later, he published the first Guinness World Records which became a best seller within months.
Population:
UK breeding:
38,000-59,000 pairs
UK wintering:
420,000 birds
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.
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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!
También existen instantes en que no es de noche ni de día en los corazones humanos, instantes en que los animales salvajes salen de su escondite, de las madrigueras del alma, y en que tiembla en nuestro corazón y se transforma en movimiento de nuestra mano una pasión que hemos tratado en vano de domesticar durante años, durante muchísimos años... Todo ha sido en vano: hemos negado, sin la menor esperanza, el sentido de esta pasión no se ha disipado, sino que ha cristalizado. En el fondo de cada relación humana existe una materia palpable, y esa realidad no cambia, por muchos argumentos o astucias que se utilicen.
(El último encuentro) Sandor Marai
Mavic Air2 S Drone
I have reservations about posting a picture from a drone, but I was up there and it was a nice morning, and it came out nice so lets post it.
Part of my return to photography was a rejection of technology and AI photograph. And rather than climbing a hill to get a nice view here at the flick of a thumb is a view, I am having an internal argument.
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-...
"All the arguments to prove man's superiority can not shatter this hard fact: in suffering, the animals are our equals"........Peter Singer
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)
This morning I was late to the dining room, everybody from my party were already seated when I arrived. I was ushered to a table at the far end of the dining room. I asked to be seated with my party, but this was not possible, I had to sit at the allocated table. Foolishly I pressed my argument, then it dawned on me, I was in some Chinese version of Fawlty Towers and this woman was Manuel in drag. It was pointless to argue.
The toaster worked, they provided soup bowls for the toast, a novel innovation I thought. The bacon was real and the eggs almost speedy.
Outside the day was misty. We took a bus to a wharf on the Li River for a scenic cruise past some of the most spectacular mountain scenery in China. Jennifer, our guide, said the mist would add soft light to our photos, so we should not be despondent.
The plan was to cruise 3½ hours through impressive gorges and tranquil farming villages to the town of Yangshou. There we'd explore the cobblestone streets, experience the local life and do some bargain shopping in the colourful markets before returning to Guilin by road in the late afternoon. It all sounded too good to be true, and so it was.
This photo was taken a short time after we left Guilin, the mountains were spectacular, this landscape on a sunny day would have been amazing.
Como adolescente en la orgullosamente apacible Canadá durante los románticos años sesenta, yo era un verdadero creyente en el anarquismo de Bakunin. Me tomaba a risa el argumento de mis padres de que si el gobierno alguna vez rendía sus armas, se desatarían todos los infiernos. Nuestros opuestos puntos de vista pudieron comprobarse a las ocho de la mañana del 17 de octubre de 1969, cuando la policía de Montreal se puso en huelga. Cerca de las once y veinte de la mañana fue robado el primer banco. Para el mediodía la mayoría de las tiendas del centro de la ciudad habían cerrado por los saqueos. En las siguientes horas, los taxistas quemaron el garaje de un servicio de limusinas que competía con ellos por los clientes del aeropuerto, un francotirador sobre un tejado mató a un oficial de policía provincial, los alborotadores entraron en varios hoteles y restaurantes, y un médico mató a un ladrón en su casa de un barrio residencial. Al final del día se habían robado seis bancos, un centenar de tiendas habían sido saqueadas, se habían prendido doce fuegos, el equivalente a la carga de catorce camiones llenos de cristales de escaparates había sido destrozada y se habían perdido tres millones de dólares en daños a la propiedad, antes de que las autoridades avisaran al ejército y, por supuesto, la Policía Montada restaurase el orden. Esta decisiva prueba empírica dejó a mis políticos en cueros...
(Texto sacado del libro El espejismo de Dios, págs. 246 y 247) Richard Dawkins
Some of the goals of Black Cat Appreciation Day include:
Sharing the joys of living with black cats
Dispelling myths surrounding black cats
Helping black cats get adopted
Tragically, black cats and dogs are less likely to get adopted than animals of other colors due to their superstitions. Black cats are often associated with witchcraft or bringing a person bad luck if they cross their paths.
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The most idiotic argument for returning a black cat was reported by an English shelter manager: "You can't take selfies with it!"
Einstein was right.
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.
-- Pedro Calderon de la Barca
[Larger provides further evidence]
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.
Fragile ( lyrics by Sting)
If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour 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
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star, like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are, how fragile we are
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star, like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are, how fragile we are
How fragile we are, how fragile we are
I heard a politician say in a news report earlier today that we may be more or less back to normal by the summer. I really really really hope he is correct but my brain simply can not compute that information. It just doesn't seem possible from where I am sitting today, reading the grim daily statistics and listening on the radio to the arguments, accusations, and political point scoring. But who knows, lets give that optimistic politician the benefit of the doubt and so I present a little bit of Summer Freedom. We all need some pink clouds in our lives.
sim: Vox
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If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour 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
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are
How fragile we are how fragile we are
Fragile
written and sung by Sting
The pelican landed on a log occupied by the Australasian Darter. It took some persuasion before the darter took off.
(Anhinga novaehollandiae)
(Pelecanus conspicillatus)
Los Caños de Carmona son un acueducto romano, posteriormente reconstruido por los almohades, que abasteció de agua a Sevilla (Andalucía, España) hasta 1912.
La conducción comenzaba en Alcalá de Guadaíra, donde era subterráneo. Posteriormente, había un canal al aire libre. A las afueras de la ciudad, cerca de la Cruz del Campo, estaba conformado como un acueducto sobre arcos que finalizaba en la Puerta de Carmona. Fue reconstruido para abastecer de agua el Real Alcázar de Sevilla, fortificación del gobernadores y reyes musulmanes y cristianos, y por concesión de los reyes a las fuentes distribuidas por la ciudad y las casas y conventos que habían recibido un donadío del rey.
En 1908 fueron derribados los arcos que iban desde la ciudad hasta el Tagarete. En 1910 fue redactado un plan para derribar los arcos de la calle Oriente, actualmente llamada Luis Montoto. La Real Academia de Bellas Artes de San Fernando envió a Rodrigo Amador de los Ríos para que informase de la importancia de la construcción. Descubrió restos romanos y árabes, aunque no tenía la importancia de otros acueductos españoles, y dictaminó que la obra podía hacerse conservando solamente algunas zonas. Los miembros de la Comisión de Monumentos Históricos y Artísticos de la Provincia de Sevilla aprobaron la realización de la obra y el vicepresidente, José Gestoso, informó a favor argumentando que: "ni todo lo antiguo por el mero hecho de serlo entraña importancia e interés para la historia, para la arqueología y para el arte, ni puede sostenerse el criterio de anteponer a verdaderas necesidades de higiene y a exigencias justas y razonables de urbanización el abolengo más o menos remoto de vulgares construcciones". Tras esto, realizaron un informe en contra los siguientes miembros de la Real Academia de la Historia, presidida entonces por Marcelino Menéndez Pelayo: José Ramón Mélida, Fidel Fita y Enrique de Aguilera y Gamboa, XVII marqués de Cerralbo. La parte de la calle Oriente fue derribada en 1912. Otra zona se conservó por ser del cerramiento de la Huerta de la Alcantarilla de las Madejas, de titularidad privada.[cita requerida] Posteriormente, fue expropiada a Borrero Blanco[cita requerida] y quedó incluida en el Puente de la Calzada, diseñado por Félix Ramírez Doreste en 1926 sobre el ferrocarril, que fue finalizado en 1929. El puente fue derribado en 1991 y se conservó esta parte, en el cruce entre las calles Luis Montoto y las calles Juan Antonio Cavestany, José María Moreno Galván y Amador de los Ríos .
Entre 1964 y 1966 se derribó una parte de la arquería realizada en el siglo xix.
Quedan restos de las conducciones subterráneas en los alrededores de Alcalá de Guadaíra. También hay algunos pozos del trazado subterráneo entre Alcalá, el polígono industrial La Red y el barrio de Torreblanca.
Frente al número 28 de la calle Luis Montoto hay una arquería doble, del siglo xii, que fue restaurada en 1951 y 1982.
En el cruce entre la calle Luis Montoto y las calles Juan Antonio Cavestany, José María Moreno Galván y Amador de los Ríos hay una arquería que formó parte del puente de la Calzada entre 1929 y 1991. En ella está la imagen de la Virgen de las Madejas.
Frente al número 10 de la calle Cigüeña, en el barrio de los Pajaritos, hay cinco arcos de ladrillo de comienzos del siglo xix.11
De la conducción de la Buhaira se conservan 33 arcos completos y restos de otros.
En el barrio de Santa Cruz, se conservan las cañerías que transcurren por el callejón del Agua, desde la plaza de Refinadores hasta la Torre del Agua del Alcázar.
Sevilla, España
I've heard a lot of arguments about how movements should be separate because they might have different histories, have different goals, or different means of arising at these goals.
But all of those arguments ignore something extremely crucial that I don't want any one of you to miss: Some people don't have a choice. For some, the very notion of acceptance of their full existence is in jeopardy. How can we ask any human to give up a part of themselves or prioritize? Would we do that? We are the sum of many identities and all should be celebrated.
I also strongly believe that working together will accomplish a lot more. If you support LGBTQ rights, you should also absolutely support Black Lives Matter and vice versa. The oppression of the masses is controlled by a powerful few. It is their agenda to get different races and oppressed groups to fight against each other.
So, if you are saying, for instance: "Well, I support gender equality but I don't support Black Lives Matter" then you're wrong. Those two statements cannot exist in reality without a terrible combustion. We all must fight for this movement and put aside our own personal agendas that are poisoning our spirits.
If you do not stand with the oppressed, you do not stand with humanity.
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There's no argument that vintage tractors have personality, and as for this one, well, look at that face! This old boy was seriously happy to see me. Seen in Mayo, Ireland.
– Neil Sedaka
I know this is corny but I love Christmas. It is such a magical time of the year. I know some would disagree with me. Their argument, it is crowded, commercialized and people are cranky. Perhaps.....but, everything is in perspective. Let me explain....yes, I have been alone and sad on Christmas. I have felt times where buy buy buy commercials have frustrated me. Moments where if I got hit by one more person and their rushing cart, that I might lose it. Trust me, I too have been there. But I started to realize, I could either focus on the bad, or the good. Instead of wallowing in self pity because I am alone on Christmas, I can instead go to the local church parish or nursing home and see if anyone needs anything. Someone else is surely lonely too and needs a tender word or a small gift to cheer them. When we see past our own circle around us we tend to see things a little differently. You can truly have your own "Christmas Carol" experience if you only soften your heart. Allow the real magic of Christmas to envelope you this year, see where it takes you. It will be an adventure you won't soon forget.
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Geese have their little territorial argument, and the result is a virtuosic aquatic ballet scene.
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One of my doctoral students (he was from Africa, incidentally) asked me once why I had flowers in the house. His argument was that a 'home', as a human space, was opposed to the non-human space that surrounded it, namely nature, and that the other living things of nature (flowers, dogs, cats etc.) had no place in a home. I was perplexed because his argument had and still has some force. Agapanthus blossom; taken with the Samyang 2/135 at approx. F16 plus a 16mm macro extension tube.
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 :)
This was one of those reflex shots. These two, what I think are Palm Warblers, suddenly flew out of a tree and had a second or two of arial argument. I’ve tried hard to identify the bird and have come up with our most common warbler, the Palm. But I invite you birders out there to correct me if I’ve mis-identified it. Thanks. (Setophaga palmarum) (Sony a1, 200-600 lens @ 362mm, f/6.3, 1/3200 second, ISO 1250)
"just a little bit left of center."
I am reminded of four definitions: A Radical is a man with both feet firmly planted— in the air. A Conservative is a man with two perfectly good legs who, however, has never learned to walk forward. A Reactionary is a somnambulist walking backwards. A Liberal is a man who uses his legs and his hands at the behest-at the command — of his head :-)
Franklin D. Roosevelt, 1939
HSS!! Truth Matters! Character Matters!
camellia, 'Yuletide', little theater garden, raleigh, north carolina
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