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Callimorpha Dominula
Scarlet Tiger Moth
Explore # 402 August 5, 2009
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Selon une légende reprise par plusieurs auteurs, l'histoire de ce château se raconte ainsi :
« C'est en contrebas et sur le flanc sud ouest de l'ancien fort médiéval d’Autoire, qu'un dénommé Lafon avait sa demeure.
Pour récompenser sa bravoure sur les champs de bataille d'Italie, le roi Charles VIII l'aurait récompensé en le faisant Chevalier et en lui donnant ainsi le privilège d'avoir un logis avec tours et mâchicoulis qui était un droit attaché à la noblesse.
Le nouveau Chevalier Lafon aurait alors ajouté à son logis de simples tours et gravé sur un linteau de l’une d’entre elle le blason qu'il s'était choisi, une étoile, peut-être celle qui porte chance. »
La demeure s'articule autour d'une tour d'escalier à vis, logée dans l'angle réunissant les 2 corps de logis. La porte principale, au bas de la tour, est ornée d'un arc torique sculpté en accolade, caractéristique de l'ornementation prisée dans le dernier quart du XVe siècle et le début du XVIe siècle.
Dans la partie haute de la tour qui permet à l'escalier distribue les cinq niveaux d'habitation, se greffe une guette en encorbellement surmontée d'une toiture en poivrière qui permettait d'atteindre la pièce aménagée au dernier étage.
La seconde tour est plus imposante : armée de canonnières elle participait à la défense de l'édifice dont le sommet était couronné de mâchicoulis, mais il ne reste plus rien de ce dispositif. Les deux corps de logis ont été remaniés aux XVIIe et XIXe siècles, lors du percement de fenêtres à l'emplacement d'anciennes croisées en pierre.
La tour fait l’objet d’une inscription au titre des monuments historiques depuis le 6 avril 1929.
According to a legend taken up by several authors, the history of this castle is told as follows:
"It is below and on the southwest flank of the old medieval fort of Autoire, that a man named Lafon had his home.
To reward his bravery on the battlefields of Italy, King Charles VIII would have rewarded him by making him a Knight and thus giving him the privilege of having a home with towers and machicolations which was a right attached to the nobility.
The new Chevalier Lafon would then have added simple towers to his home and engraved on a lintel of one of them the coat of arms he had chosen for himself, a star, perhaps the one that brings luck. "
The house is built around a spiral staircase tower, housed in the corner uniting the 2 main buildings. The main door, at the bottom of the tower, is adorned with a toric arch carved in an accolade, characteristic of the ornamentation prized in the last quarter of the 15th century and the beginning of the 16th century.
In the upper part of the tower, which leads to the staircase leading to the five levels of living, is grafted a corbelled lookout surmounted by a pepperbox roof which made it possible to reach the room on the top floor.
The second tower is more imposing: armed with gunboats, it participated in the defense of the building whose top was crowned with machicolations, but nothing remains of this device. The two main buildings were altered in the 17th and 19th centuries, when windows were drilled on the site of old stone windows.
The tower has been listed as a historic monument since April 6, 1929.
Check out this sim. Good for taking photos.
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Vista Diana head
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Elif Shafak is an award-winning novelist and the most widely read female writer in Turkey. She is also a political commentator and an inspirational public speaker.
She writes in both Turkish and English, and has published 15 books, 10 of which are novels, including the bestselling The Bastard of Istanbul and The Forty Rules of Love. Her books have been translated into 47 languages. She is published by Penguin in the UK and represented by Curtis Brown globally.
Gudmundur Oskarsson, young icelandic writer, who is publishing his first novel this month. The novel is his second book. His first one was a book of short stories.
He asked me to take a portrait for the cover, but this shot was unexpected between takes.
Please no group invites. Thank you for your comments (or favs)!
Per favore no inviti a gruppi. Grazie per i vostri commenti (o favs)!
My roommate's grandson just had the first of 5 short stories published!!!
Background courtesy of Skeletal Mess
My house is built on hallowed ground and land that was reclaimed from the sea. It suits the essence of me and calms my spirit to walk in my garden knowing that it was left for many years, an abandoned place until the house was built and the stony and sandy ground where nothing much grew except ancient plants; wild flowers that blew in on the wind. Then someone planted trees from all four corners of the earth and plants that should not have survived began to flourish as if the roots of these trees breathed new life into the earth. There have been only a few guardians of this magical place and I am honoured to be the current guardian. At first I tried to plant what I liked; tried to enforce my will on this holy place, but in time I realised something … you cannot force a garden to grow; to bend to your will. A garden evolves slowly over time of it's own accord mostly and we, as guardians, should allow it to guide us. In this way I have found peace and happiness here and I embrace the changes of my ever-evolving garden. I seldom buy anything new to plant. I wait for the winds; I wait for the seasons; I witness the changes and I grow and evolve as a person in much the same way as my garden does. It is a joy to anticipate each new season; each new wind; and to see what appears. There is always something unexpected appearing. Life is full of surprises; of serendipitous moments. I wonder sometimes about these old trees. I think whoever planted them was guided and perhaps the garden welcomed the dappled shade on what once was a desert. Certainly I feel myself sometimes directed to introduce a new species. Perhaps I am guided also by a hand that I cannot fathom. We are not meant to understand everything. If we allow ourselves to just be, we may find, without effort, how our path unfolds with relative ease. I have found this to be the case. All those years of struggle and now I can just let go … it really is that easy to be content.
p.s. I was compelled reluctantly to remove a Laburnum tree that I thought might be harmful to my cats. I had always wanted such a tree with it's beautiful yellow flowers … but in it's place a Forsythia grew with a profusion of yellow flowers. I did not plant it! Magic? Yes, I believe so! : 0)
“I like gardening. It’s a place where I find myself when I need to lose myself. “
– Alice Sebold
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbx6aXhocew
IN ABANDONED PLACES - Raison d'Etre
Please enjoy the unique experience of this video.
Lieber Rolf, ich denke du wirst diesen Film zu schätzen wissen! : 0)
“We leave our footprints in a place to mingle with the echoes of all that went before; our heartbeats; our rhythm; the patterns of our lives.” - AP
I wander in the wilderness
my garden of delights
a jungle by the turquoise sea
a land so flat; the moon at night
shines down with silvery fingers
and touches the ground with magical spells
and come the breaking dawn of morning
all ills are banished and all is well
the dark and mysterious creatures
who loiter in the dusk
emerge in brilliant sunshine
with all-seeing eyes; an elephant tusk
protrudes and scythes the longest grasses
parts the meadow like the ancient sea
leaving behind a trail of crimson
flowers of sorrel and sweet harmony
reigns here as the King of the Jungle
seeks solace in the afternoon siesta
ignores the urban sounds outside
these walls; these trees; a back-firing Fiesta
alerts the songbirds from their idle rest
they flitter and flutter from tree to tree
and as I lie within the striped hammock
I swing and sing low to the sound of the breeze
a mist arises suddenly; springs up from the sea
settles a cloak; an air of mystery
around the shoulders of myself and the limbs
of the ancient trees as I sip my Pimms
I can barely keep my eyes from closing
the warmth of the air so cloying and deep
I find myself falling gently to the humming of bees
as I lapse now into a soundless sleep
I awake to find the blue sky black
lit by a billion diamonds or more
an infinite guide is laid out before me
the wisdom of ancient celestial stars of yore
some say when we see them
they have already died
long ago before our ancestors
what does this imply
do our eyes deceive us
or are we psychic or perhaps
we are more knowledgeable than we realise
all we need falls easily into our laps
but still we often ignore
the instincts that are given
override them; divide them
dilute them; we're driven
to only see clearly to the end of our noses
we fail to stop often to smell the scent of the roses
take stock; stand still
absorb the nature of all living things
for in this garden I discovered
nature brings happiness and happiness brings
peace of mind; plentiful bounty
the sweetest fruits of the earth
the love that will bind us
circumnavigate the world's girth
here I find every day all that I need
the flora; the fauna; all that set seed
and I've no desire to be anywhere else
as much as I desire to be here
in this garden full of Heaven
there is love; there is goodness that I hold dear
from the humblest of creatures
find the beauty in a fly
sing so loud like a blackbird
view the world through a child's eyes.
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My artwork is a blend of 4 of my photographs taken in my garden
Heading to Gettysburg, 5th Annual Savas Beatie Author-Reader Meetup, Gettysburg PA, September 22, 2023
Spring in the Arizona desert mountain valley
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Portrait for my client, Daniel, an author who wanted some portrait shots on location in Glasgow.
Taken in September 2018.
This is by no means a Bookmaker toast.
It is a toast for book-makers, i.e. authors.
Toast with eggsalad, pickled cucumber, chives, Miguel Vergara Striploin from "my" local butchershop and Parmesan sauce on top.
Not bad for a lunch, home alone.
from my book collection
Our Daily Challenge
Born in Torquay in 1890, Agatha Christie became, and remains, the best-selling novelist of all time.
She is best known for her 66 detective novels and 14 short story collections, as well as the world’s longest-running play – The Mousetrap. Her books have sold over a billion copies in the English language and a billion in translation.
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Every few years Bernie has shown up at our door selling his latest book about his world travels mostly on foot or in kayak. Thus today when he sat down to sign a book for me.
Author : @Kiri Karma
Pairi Daiza - September 2020
Pairi Daiza (formerly Paradisio) is a privately owned zoo and botanical garden located in Brugelette in the province of Hainaut, Belgium. The 65-hectare (160-acre) large animal theme park is located on the site of the former Cistercian Cambron Abbey, and is home to over 4,000 animals.[1] The name is taken from the Avestan word pairi daeza, which is the source of the English word paradise.
Location: Coruscant
Author: Hozz Igo
///Log Entry\\\
After putting some space between me and the checkpoint, I changed out of the flamboyant uniform and into my usual outfit. Kusror, who had just arrived from Vala's ship, greeted me at our rendezvous point.
My next assignment: I would be disabling the base of and taking out the leader of the Futurists, a group who worked against our cause and for the remnant Empire. After searching the streets, Kusror and I found the specified location: an old 'abandoned' warehouse, which now served as the base for the Futurists.
I glanced over at Kusror, who nodded, and we both smashed through a window and into the building. We had taken the Futurists by surprise, and I was able to easily take out a few of them and eventually their leader, who was a Chiss sporting some sort of Mandalorian armor.
Just as we placed the bombs to detonate the warehouse, I noticed a hooded figure dash through a side door and into an alleyway. Before the figure disappeared, a flash from what seemed to be a medallion or insignia on their chest blinded me. After recovering from the flash, I pursued the figure through the door, only to find a bustling street full of civilians; the figure had vanished.
Kusror ran out to me. "Let's go, the warehouse will blow any second." Still puzzled about the mysterious figure, Kusror dragged me out the door and into the alleyway. Just a few moments later, I heard an explosion, and looked through the door to see a fiery mess of the Futurists' hideout. The mission was complete.
\\\End Log///
I'm quite pleased with how this build turned out! It was made for The Survivors RPG Tournament 2, round 2 against [https://www.flickr.com/photos/11287890@N02/]. Tell me what you thought of the build, and be sure to check out my round 1 build here: www.flickr.com/photos/185269945@N06/50672651761/in/datepo...
I've also just hit 200 followers, so expect a post on that and more builds soon (I'm working on my application to Dark Times at the moment!)