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The Buzludzha Monument in central Bulgaria.
Situated on the Buzludzha peak it has commanding views over central Bulgaria. Even as we drove from Kazanluk back to Sofia you only had to glance to your right to see it standing tall overlooking the valley of the rose fields.
Completed in 1981 by the Bulgarian communist government it is now in a sorry state of repair. Which I think is quite sad, whatever it is, it's a monument to the creativity and achievements of human kind.
You used to be able to go inside but it is now locked as it is unsafe to do so. Nevertheless the selfie brigade have found a way in. There is an underground tunnel that someone has cracked into and we watched as an English motorcycle couple descended into the darkness.
I wished them luck and said I'll look forward to reading about them on the news.
There are only two roads to this place, neither are easy. One from the north where it's a gentle climb up a dilapidated road covered in leaves and full of pot holes, or, a steep and windy road to the south, full of hairpin bends but a slightly better road surface.
We came in on one and out on the other, neither were nice.
There are initiatives in place to save this building and I wish them well. Bulgaria isn't well know as a tourist destination, part of the reason we were there. This place could be the crown of their tourist jewels.
The views from up here were just stunning.
B&W treatment as befits a 1980's monument.
Overcast and light raining that day forced all visitors to be inside this great looking structure inside Alhambra palace.
It was not easy in post to get all of the columns straight with my wide angle 20mm lens :), taken hand-held in dim sunlight.
F8.0, 20mm, 1/80 ISO 400.
Charles’s Palace was begun in 1526, but never completed.
Charles V’s Palace. © Rosa Salevy.
It’s an immense granite square, enclosing a large, circular courtyard. It is structurally imposing, as befits the imperial title that Charles wore. Its enormous façade connotes power, dignity, solemnity; it is majestic, aloof. The heavy-looking, bevelled stones of the lower half of the façade settle the building solidly on the ground. The impression of weight is inescapable. Straight vertical and horizontal lines predominate; square and rectangular windows are larger and more prominent than the small circular ones. A pediment over the doorway and four accompanying half columns betray classical influence, as do the triple pediments and half columns immediately above. Ionic pilasters (a rectangular column attached to and projecting from a wall) between the upper windows maintain the classical flavour.
It's not exclusive to you or I
nor the immediate sigh
of a teardrop
seen falling from the eye
as clever as healing may be
it's touch betrays the presence to foresee
the mind floating between land and sky
from the shipwrecked conscience of emotional debris
such reticence adds caution the wind
the Englishness of blending all we rescind
with the past congregation of endowing thoughts
free as the day they were borne to ease the sinned
a consensus of opinion on compassionate leave
the absence of heart growing fond of all it can perceive
in life-changing decisions of mind over matter
that emotive mobility of restless reprieve
a war of nerves celebrating it's release
now a custodian of freedom's makeover of peace
a kiss for the sky that welcomed you home
the Heavens of mercy are your sunlit eglise
now how do you look at it?
from your taffrail that's so beholden
to the purveyance of the truth it's able to transmit
within the sphere of the life you befit,
it takes but a smile upon the face of sterile routine
to eject the puritanical technological headache
of the dominant daily living machine
life's proof is in the freeing of the Soul caught between.
by anglia24
10h50: 16/04/2008
©2008anglia24
Rolling countryside 5 kilometres west of Nottingham Road in the KwaZulu-Natal Midlands, much of it brown and barren as befits the dry but often very pleasant local midwinter. This shot is taken from the car park of the Blueberry Café, a handy refreshment spot just 4 minutes from the N3 Durban to Jo'burg motorway.
Met this young lady when out with Mick what an amazing dog it only had eyes for her master and her ball any other dog or person may aswell not exist an amazing bond for a young pup. Her owner was an ex army that had knowledge of the breed and boy did it show!! as agile as a lurcher as clever and loyal as a border collie just an amazing breed of dog !!
The smart, confident, and versatile Belgian Malinois is a world-class worker who forges an unbreakable bond with his human partner. To deny a Mal activity and the pleasure of your company is to deprive him of his very reasons for being. Belgian Malinois are squarely built, proud, and alert herders standing 22 to 26 inches. Strong and well-muscled, but more elegant than bulky, there's an honest, no-frills look about them, as befit dogs built to work hard.
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Last photo - for now - of the 1939 Pontiac. I haven't taken many shots from this angle, but I loved the way the grasses circled around the rear, with its detached chrome bumper and obvious bullet holes. In the background you can see a fence line and a road running above it, with a parallel progression of power poles. The old relic rests relatively close to the road, making it a target for bored young men who just happen to be carrying their guns. None of the bullet holes are recent; I think they go back to the 1960s. When I asked my friend Maurice if he had been responsible for any of them, a flicker of amusement crossed his face and then he cautiously replied, "Well... maybe..."
As befits the subject matter, I used my oldest lens to shoot this, a 1981 vintage manual focus Nikon 24mm, with polarizing filter. The day I bought that lens, in Vancouver, BC, the old Pontiac had already been sitting in its field for about 20 years, and it would be another 28 years before I would land on the prairie and "discover" it.
Tomorrow, a new image set. No hints. All brand new work.
Photographed miles from nowhere in the ranch lands at Rosefield, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2023 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
'Otto Man' sounds like a German brand: in the logo, at least - otherwise it's obviously 'the Ottoman' (Turk).
Turkish barber shops have mushroomed all over London (and the country). Some say they are 'laundromats' (a front for 'other' business) but, to be honest, most provide an excellent service and pleasant experience. Even the most humble ones, and this one's a bit special, as befits the picturesque Camden Passage.
And - while all offer courtesy Turkish tea, this one has a proper Espresso bar: a dual-purpose business, as the sign says ;)
As befits the old Cape-Dutch settlement of Riebeek-Casteel (pop. 1,150), 80 km north-east of Cape Town, the Dutch Reformed congregation in the town has a long history, including a number of disputes and splits. This building, however, dates only to 1913-15—it replaced an older building, about 600 metres to the west, on the main road, that now functions as the town museum.
It was designed by the famous Dutch-born architect of South African churches, Folkert Wilko Hesse, in his typical neogothic style.
As befits royalty, Bella now has her own box from which she can watch the birds, sheep, tractors and cars going past
Monasterio de Yuso, San Millán de la Cogolla, La Rioja, España.
El real monasterio de San Millán de Yuso (yuso significaba 'abajo' en castellano antiguo) está situado en la villa de San Millán de la Cogolla, comunidad autónoma de La Rioja (España), en la margen izquierda del río Cárdenas, en pleno valle de San Millán. Forma parte del conjunto monumental de dos monasterios, junto con el más antiguo monasterio de San Millán de Suso («de arriba»).
Este monasterio fue mandado construir en el año 1053 por el rey García Sánchez III de Navarra «el de Nájera». La historia de su fundación va unida a una leyenda basada en un milagro de san Millán (o Emiliano), un joven pastor que se hace ermitaño. Cuando en 574 muere Millán, a la edad de 101 años, sus discípulos lo entierran en su cueva, y alrededor de ella se va formando el primer monasterio, el de San Millán de Suso. San Braulio, cincuenta años después de muerto san Millán, escribe la vida de este.
El monasterio fue construido en estilo románico, como correspondía a la época. Es demolido en su totalidad y reconstruido en el siglo XVI, en estilo herreriano, de los siglos XVII y XVIII.
La iglesia es de tres naves, con bóveda estrellada y un bonito cimborrio. Se comenzó en 1504 por mandato del abad Fray Miguel de Alzaga y se termina treinta y seis años después. Gótico decadente. La iglesia era para uso de los monjes, por eso la parte delantera, desde el coro central, pasando por el presbiterio hasta el relicario, estaba destinada solo para ellos. La parte trasera, desde el trascoro hasta la puerta, era la zona que usaba el pueblo cuando éste podía acceder al templo. Son dos espacios litúrgicos dentro del mismo edificio.
The Royal Monastery of San Millán de Yuso (yuso meant "below" in Old Castilian) is located in the town of San Millán de la Cogolla, in the autonomous community of La Rioja (Spain), on the left bank of the Cárdenas River, in the heart of the San Millán Valley. It is part of the monumental complex of two monasteries, along with the older monastery of San Millán de Suso ("above").
This monastery was commissioned in 1053 by King García Sánchez III of Navarre "of Nájera." The story of its founding is linked to a legend based on a miracle of Saint Millán (or Emiliano), a young shepherd who became a hermit. When Millán died in 574 at the age of 101, his disciples buried him in his cave, and the first monastery, that of San Millán de Suso, was built around it. Fifty years after Saint Millán's death, Saint Braulio wrote his life.
The monastery was built in the Romanesque style, as befitted the period. It was completely demolished and rebuilt in the 16th century in the Herrerian style of the 17th and 18th centuries.
The church has three naves, a star-shaped vault, and a beautiful dome. It was begun in 1504 by order of Abbot Fray Miguel de Alzaga and completed thirty-six years later. It is in the Decadent Gothic style. The church was for the use of the monks, so the front part, from the central choir through the presbytery to the reliquary, was reserved for them only. The rear part, from the transept to the door, was the area used by the common people when they could access the temple. They are two liturgical spaces within the same building.
Autumn already puttered out in the St. Vrain Valleys, even regarding many of my old originals I have been posting. I decided to edit this old original that's not really far into the Rockies but rather a view across the quarries just north of above Lyons. This befits all my Lyons, Apple Valley autumn series, location-wise. The Rockies stert standing up at Lyons. This is nothing but a snap of pondersos set off by foggy clouds that frosted everything. The stone is colonized by many species of lichens. a rude change of season! What a space in the shrinking inhabitable world!
Autumn gave up around here when we got a big dump af maybe a foot of snow in the valley, more in the Rockies. Everyone panicked over some sow but dare I tell them of the Rockies record - Snowmass, CO, 24 hrs, 96 inches - find shelter immediately as fast as you can move if this hits again.
I posted views of scenes up Apple Valley from Lyons, a particularly picturesque spot, some time ago and added recent shots looking up over the Olde South St. Vrain Road and abandoned quarry wreck dumped onto the county. That got me off on this tangent for a spell. The sun's working hard to sneak it's way onto this scene. Was Ceran St. Vrain, himself, ever here?
Pictures are everywhere at this spot. I threw this series in just as an example. I returned and found more of my favorite autumn shots at the vertical end to the Colorado plains. It's clear that random life can always manage a foothold on these cliffs. These are the finger prints of Colorado-tough, rough and tumble plant life. Here, I am once again adding to my massive stash of captures to edit. At least this is a smattering of green and I snapped away. Next?
Paddy, .. is very good at his job as befits any collie worth his salt .. I just need to indicate where he needs to be and he jumps over with eager abandon eyes fixed on his centre of the world :)
"Mine... mine... a humble abode... suitable since I was... hmm... unceremoniously removed from my last residence."
Forge Fitzwilliam stands outside the Rainbow High mansion. It rises quite high. And it's still unboxed.
"This would befit me... A man of my stature. A high rise."
With decidely vertical aspirations, Forge stands outside a lot of nice places until one of two things happen.
"I wonder if anyone's home..."
Forge will either determine that the dwelling is not currently occupied, in which case he will be 'proactive' in assuming a position inside. Or, if there are people at home, he will knock and attempt to ingratiate them with one of his famous 'tales' and be invited in.
"Funny... I don't see a door..."
That's the problem with unboxed homes.
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A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves
Golden Archive
Forge
2023, Hasbro
Under the shady roof
Of branching Elm Star-proof,
Follow me,
I will bring you where she sits
Clad in splendor as befits
Her deity.
Such a rural Queen
All Arcadia hath not seen.
John Milton
Paddy, as befits his ancestors doesn't make much noise on the approach, mind, out of the three he is the most noisiest, probably because hes excited with life most of the time ...he also can put in a good howl that a wolf would be proud of!
A view to distant peaks from a spot 5 kilometres west of Nottingham Road in the KwaZulu-Natal Midlands, much of it brown and barren as befits the dry but often very pleasant local midwinter. This shot is taken from the car park of the Blueberry Café, a handy refreshment spot just 4 minutes from the N3 Durban to Jo'burg motorway.
Philip John Schuyler ~ November 20, 1733 – November 18, 1804) was a general in the American Revolution and a United States Senator from New York.[1] He is usually known as Philip Schuyler.
This roughly life-sized bronze statue of Major General Philip John Schuyler on a marble base was created by sculptor J. Massey Rhind in 1925 stands in a traffic circle in front of Albany's city hall.
As befits a Revolutionary War personage, Schuyler is presented in Revolutionary War period cloths, including a tri-corner hat and a cloak. He stands in a relaxed position, one foot forward of the other, arms crossed over his chest with his right hand a bit higher, as if over his heart.
Series - cards from the search for spring.
We set off on our search for spring, as befits a boat from the factory's past.
The photo shows an avenue located among old factory houses associated with a former factory (mid-19th century) then owned by Karol Scheibler (a building with a clock).
A medieval hill town in Italy, a monochrome rendition befits this historical place.
It was a sunny day, tried to convey that in this monochrome image.
Exploring monochrome's many styles, it’s much more than merely converting a colored image into black & white with just a click. This has a very different look from my previous monochrome images uploaded;
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The Damstraat is a street in Haarlem, connecting the Spaarne river to the "Lange Veerstraat", "Klokhuisplein" and the "Oude Groenmarkt" behind the St. Bavochurch.
The street is lined with rijksmonuments, most notably the Waag on the right corner, a former weighing house and landmark on the Spaarne, and the fundatiehuis, former home of Pieter Teyler van der Hulst.
The Waag building was designed by Lieven de Key around 1597 and is built with Namense steen from Namur, Belgium. It is the only building in Haarlem that was built this way, and was designed in its day as a landmark that befits an authority. The weigh house masters needed to be able to judge the correct measure of a shipload of grain that was delivered in Haarlem. Inside the large cast iron balance can still be seen. The location of the weigh house was strategically located where the Spaarne river joins the beek, a small canal that according to tradition was used to carry fresh water from the dunes to serve the brewers of Haarlem. Haarlem was known for its beer brewing in the 15th-17th centuries.
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Celle Castle befits the importance of the royal town of Celle. For more than three centuries Celle was the seat of the Dukes of Brunswick-Lueneburg and thus the seat of government of the most important principality of the Guelphs. The castle in Celle is one of the most beautiful castles of the Guelphs, the oldest of the existing royal houses with numerous connections to European kingdoms. England and Denmark's kings and queens can be found in the pedigree of this royal house. The relationship extends to the present Queen Elizabeth II of England. Three English kings came from the house Hanover-Lueneburg-Celle. Parts of the castle are well preserved from all periods: the medieval castle palace, the Knights' Hall, the fantastic Baroque state apartments and Baroque theatre, as well as part of the east wing that was redesigned in 19th century. The castle chapel is an important testimony of the Renaissance in Germany.
El Puente del Alamillo en Sevilla
Su puesta en marcha y su construcción no exenta de polemica, como corresponde al genio de Santiago Calatrava dejarón un agridulce sabor a sus seguidores y a parte de la ciudad de Sevilla. Hoy unos cuantos años despues podemos contemplar su figura plena de estilismo y belleza en la noche sevillana.
El puente del Alamillo fue un encargo que se le hizo a dedo al ingeniero y arquitecto valenciano, quien no se planteó en ningún momento la creación de «un puente más». Se inauguró para la Exposición Universal de Sevilla en el 92, pero nada tenía que ver con el proyecto inicial de Calatrava. En un principio, se iban a construir dos puentes iguales, mirando cada uno en una dirección opuesta. Sin embargo, el presupuesto era insuficiente para este gran proyecto y finalmente, solo se pudo erigir uno.
No obstante, el verdadero problema fue la estabilidad del puente, que se consiguió con una gran cantidad de hormigón bajo tierra y que provocó un considerable encarecimiento de la obra. Treinta años despues quien recuerda el dinero invertido, nos quedamos con una obra espectacular pensada y realizada en grande.
The Alamillo Bridge in Seville
Its start-up and its construction are not without controversy, as befits the genius of Santiago Calatrava, left a bittersweet flavor to his followers and to part of the city of Seville. Today a few years later we can contemplate her figure full of style and beauty in the Sevillian night.
The Alamillo bridge was a commission that was hand-crafted to the Valencian engineer and architect, who never considered creating "one more bridge". It was inaugurated for the Universal Exhibition of Seville in 1992, but it had nothing to do with Calatrava's initial project. Initially, two identical bridges were to be built, each looking in an opposite direction. However, the budget was insufficient for this great project and eventually, only one could be erected.
However, the real problem was the stability of the bridge, which was achieved with a large amount of concrete underground and which caused a considerable increase in the cost of the work. Thirty years later, whoever remembers the money invested, we are left with a spectacular work thought and carried out in a big way.
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I began to feel that this city somehow was
barging into focus, tottering on the verge of the three-dimensional. It was black-and-white, as befits something emerging from literature, or winter; aristocratic, darkish, cold, dimly lit, with twangs of Vivaldi and Cherubini in the background, with Bellini/Tiepolo/Titian-draped female bodies for clouds. /J.Brodsky/
Стало казаться, что город понемногу вползает в фокус. Он был черно-белым, как и пристало выходцу из литературы или зимы; аристократический, темноватый, холодный, плохо освещенный, где слышен струнный гул Вивальди и Керубини на заднем плане, где вместо облаков женская плоть в драпировках от Беллини / Тьеполо / Тициана.
This bull was seen along the Snake River in Grand Teton National Park, Wyoming.
The map location given is only approximate, in order to protect the wildlife. As befits a moose, it is in the general vicinity of Moose, Wyoming ;-)
A brake from Brazil to report taht spring has sprung. This is the Tom Turkey dominating our back yard in day time, here displaying for the befit of a few indifferent hens. Followed by night traffic near our porch between March 17 and April 12.
Suffering, in all it's varied forms, is what exactly?
A compounding of fractured soul, so matter-of-factly,
She said that He Himself said,
That surgery is an art gallery of faith instead
Masterpieces where health invariably decreases
Swan songs of broken hearts where love ceases
To enliven home truth's of carefree surrealism
One empty soul does not make another idealism,
Minimal is the grey day that paves the way for darkness
Looming on the horizon of unseen weathering blackness
A colossus of sky with the upper land
Nature the only card, saviour, and prophet to hand
Fear may only be a feeling, but the feeling is beyond fear itself
As they say, depression is expectant as we each try to find oneself
In the mire of news, be it the betrayal of the health of our citizens
Or just the assassination of natural resources wealth, that bloody well glistens
In the headlights and highlights of our obit we now live in memory alone
"A Song for Departure" plays upon the mind that cannot find adequate words to bemoan
The lack of attention paid to the well-being of Mother Nature, ageism spammed!
We are seeking the revolution for the revolving Earth whose door's are jammed
By the annual quagmire of festive exposure by all means time is spent!
Here by the grace of God, we breathe in life, in a place, in grace Heaven sent
It's tempting to stop reading, as it is to cease listening, turning a blind eye as well, why not?
But dare I say, it's nigh on impossible for very long to do the whole damned lot!
Mother Nature, She is suffering can't you see upon this obdurate land
We tune-in to be deceived, ghost hunters and faithful followers of a new kind of religious brand
Detect only what the illusion alludes to in the lost art of heart and soul
In part, life is already obfuscated with it's own toxins, we're the decade on parole
1988, 1998, 2008, I remember well, the future that is coming too soon
Here before tomorrow ever knows what to do with itself, we must find the answers to be in tune
Petty arguments wage wars within the minds of boys whose toys have been confiscated by ignorance
A belief of faith cannot be true if it sees red at every turn, nor can it bring hope for the children in whom we bestow what kind of continuance?
Benevolence is awaited with a youthful eagerness that has grown old waiting on the wings of fighters
Knives replace fists that substitute backs for tables in the cities full of such blighters
Intervention risks life and death for the removal of compassion brings the hooded underworld
That has now come up to grab society by the ruddy throat twirled
A society indeed, un-policed and unappeased the x-factor of fearless nerves
Can no longer meet with the supply, that which steals warns of what it serves
We're a breed apart though we never used to be and never should be
Walking tall when we should be down on our damned knees begging for forgiveness until we all finally agree
So the trepidant beggars of belief peaceably fly in the face of popular opinion,
For the standards of today will invariably fail the tests of time and ever-changing dominion
If you feel the force of scientific tribulation, will it numb the senses of tomorrow
Can the government's diet, passed fit for us all, sustain us through political sorrow?
If a smile should pass your face someday, cherish it's presence upon the lifestyle that forgot how to use it
Wear yourself well, but for the love of life we must address what does reciprocally befit.
by anglia24
09h55: 02/10/2008
©2008anglia24
I think this image befits the end of this series for now ladies and gentlemen. It was the end of the day of hunting and he needed to dry his feathers and fluff them for another day, I hope all my friends enjoyed them as much as I did photographing them, and they will be back for an encore, because I'm not done, thank you all.
I went out tonight hoping to capture a beautiful sunset as a backdrop to a old first generation (1952-54) Desoto Firedome that had seen better days. I decided that the composition would be best if I could capture the setting sun and a corresponding sunstar through the window of the car. I kept shooting through the blustery wind and hoping that I would capture an image that befitted the scene and the grandeur of the old vehicle. Hope you enjoy it because it took a while for my toes to thaw out!
St Peters a view from the other side.......
Saint Peter’s Church in one of the River Severn’s secrets, hidden at the end of a quiet cul-de-sac leading to Upper Framilode and more easily seen from the river than the nearest main road.
The church is always open in daylight hours for a visit, whether to have a quite time of reflection, or as a cool tranquil haven for passing visitor’s on a hot day, where you could also pick up a good book to read, or coffee and cake on Saturday mornings.
In 1846 the inhabitants of Framilode were described as “watermen and their families in a most demoralised and unenlightened state”. It is tempting to link this statement to the building of the church, designed by Francis Niblett, which was consecrated in 1854.
St Peter’s is a fine example of early Victorian design, simple and economic with a hint of the exotic in its Italianate bell tower. As befits a riverside church the decoration incorporates nautical motifs, such as anchors and also representations of the tinplate workings that took place in the village. Indeed the apse which is richly decorated is mainly painted on time as is the cross above the arch.
The painted ceilings are largely original, but the inscriptions on the wall were added at a later date.
The churchyard nautical links are also noted in the churchyard where more than one headstone records a drowning and not always locally.
The church has more recently been the subject of Heritage and Community Project, which has created a building fit for the present which is used not only for worship but by the local community for a variety of events and classes.
The Springvale Community Hub stairwell welcoming people in many languages as befits the most multi-cultural local government area in Australia.
The "Greyhound" races past. Actually, it was a gentle jog as befits a dignified lady of her age. No. 30120 was on a Don Bishop photo charter on the Swanage Railway.
Dorset, England.
November 2018. © David Hill
“May the love hidden deep inside your heart find the love waiting in your dreams. May the laughter that you find in your tomorrow wipe away the pain you find in your yesterdays.”
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Princess P befits the grand surroundings of Hever Castle in her divine Eurotrash dress - a beautiful gift from Ruth <3
Saint Laurence’s Church was established as a place of worship when the Normans founded Ludlow in the late 11th century. It is situated in the centre of Ludlow on the hill around which the medieval town developed. It is one of the most impressive parish churches that I have been privileged to visit.
The church is the largest parish church in Shropshire. It was described as the "cathedral of the Marches" and is rated by Simon Jenkins as being one of the finest hundred churches in England. The tower is 135 feet high and commands excellent views of the town and surrounding countryside.
During the late Middle Ages Ludlow became a wealthy wool town, to befit this growing prosperity St Laurence's underwent several further additions. The major works occurred between 1433 and 1471 with a virtual re-building of the nave, tower and chancel elements. The tower took on a Perpendicular style which was fashionable in England in the 15th century. It can therefore fairly be described as a "wool church".
Povero Sonny ...
Povero giovane orsetto dal grande testone...era poco più di un cucciolo, si affacciava alla vita solitaria, nei suoi primi tempi da individuo indipendente, senza la mamma .
Inesperto e fiducioso, muoveva i suoi passi nel bosco e nelle valli.
Lui non dormiva al sicuro in qualche tana, ma girovagava in cerca di cibo.
Il bel sonno del letargo non ha protetto Sonny.
Peccato si sarebbe salvato.
Le invernate miti, infatti, hanno ormai confuso e influenzato il ciclo naturale degli orsi.
Il loro ritmo sonno/veglia, legato alle stagioni, si è alterato.
L'incontro da lontano con due persone gli è costato la vita... per aver solo incrociato lo sguardo del bipede tiranno .
Non ha mai fatto male a nessuno Sonny. Condannato, braccato e freddato a fucilate per non aver fatto niente.
Tutto in modalità rapida come conviene ai vili che agiscono a tradimento.
Un esecuzione contestuale all'emissione del decreto di uccisione, senza lasciare spazio alla società civile di impostare un' azione volta a salvarlo, ricorrendo al Tar.
Ucciso perché confidente, perché si serviva dei cassonetti sempre disponibili e mai modificati, ucciso perché anche i sentieri in Trentino non sono mai stati ben disciplinati e tutti possono spingersi ovunque, per poi creare allarmismi collettivi.
Mentre gli orsi non hanno più una zona sicura e devono solo scomparire.
Presi i denari del progetto di reintroduzione Life Ursus, ora i plantigradi sono di troppo in quelle valli e forse di intralcio per qualche altro disegno che porta soldi .
Il suo giudice e carnefice è il Presidente della tristissima Provincia autonoma di Trento, Fugatti, determinato a farli fuori tutti.
Questo soggetto ostile e sprezzante della vita dei selvatici, ricorderà bene questi giorni. Segneranno la sua esistenza perché tutto il Paese ha conosciuto bene il suo cinismo, la sua ossessione fuori controllo per queste creature e verrà ricordato come l'odiatore degli orsi, aguzzino dalle doppiette e dagli ergastoli facili ...
Re indiscusso del Casteller.
Ruth Lemma
Poor Sonny...
Poor young bear with the big head... he was little more than a puppy, he was facing a solitary life, in his early days as an independent individual, without his mother.
Inexperienced and confident, he took his steps in the woods and valleys.
He did not sleep safely in some den, but wandered around looking for food.
The beautiful sleep of hibernation did not protect Sonny.
Too bad he would have been saved.
The mild winters, in fact, have now confused and influenced the natural cycle of bears.
Their sleep/wake rhythm, linked to the seasons, has altered.
The encounter with two people from afar cost him his life... for just having met the gaze of the bipedal tyrant.
He never hurt anyone Sonny. Condemned, hunted down and shot dead for doing nothing.
All in rapid mode as befits cowards who act treacherously.
An execution at the same time as the issuing of the killing decree, leaving no room for civil society to take action aimed at saving him, resorting to the TAR.
Killed because he was confident, because he used the bins that were always available and never modified, killed because even the paths in Trentino have never been well regulated and anyone can go anywhere, and then create collective alarmism.
While bears no longer have a safe area and just have to disappear.
Having taken the money from the Life Ursus reintroduction project, now the plantigrades are too many in those valleys and perhaps an obstacle to some other project that brings money.
His judge and executioner is the President of the very sad autonomous province of Trento, Fugatti, determined to kill them all.
This hostile and contemptuous subject of the life of wild animals will remember these days well. They will mark his existence because the whole country knew well his cynicism, his out of control obsession with these creatures and he will be remembered as the hater of bears, a tormentor with doubles and easy life sentences...
Undisputed king of Casteller.
Ruth Lemma
Milan Cathedral, is the cathedral church of Milan, Lombardy, Italy. Dedicated to the Nativity of St Mary (Santa Maria Nascente), it is the seat of the Archbishop of Milan, currently Archbishop Mario Delpini.
The cathedral took nearly six centuries to complete: construction began in 1386, and the final details were completed in 1965. It is the largest church in the Italian Republic—the larger St. Peter's Basilica is in the State of Vatican City, a sovereign state—and possibly the second largest in Europe and the third largest in the world (its size and position remains a matter of debate).
Milan's layout, with streets either radiating from the Duomo or circling it, reveals that the Duomo occupies what was the most central site in Roman Mediolanum, that of the public basilica facing the forum. The first cathedral, the "new basilica" (basilica nova) dedicated to St Thecla, was completed by 355. It seems to share, on a slightly smaller scale, the plan of the contemporaneous church recently rediscovered beneath Tower Hill in London. An adjoining basilica was erected in 836. The old octagonal baptistery, the Battistero Paleocristiano, dates to 335 and still can be visited under the Cathedral. When a fire damaged the cathedral and basilica in 1075, they were rebuilt as the Duomo.
In 1386, Archbishop Antonio da Saluzzo began construction of the cathedral. Start of the construction coincided with the ascension to power in Milan of the archbishop's cousin Gian Galeazzo Visconti, and was meant as a reward to the noble and working classes, who had suffered under his tyrannical Visconti predecessor Barnabò. Before actual work began, three main buildings were demolished: the palace of the Archbishop, the Ordinari Palace and the Baptistry of St. Stephen at the Spring, while the old church of Sta. Maria Maggiore was exploited as a stone quarry. Enthusiasm for the immense new building soon spread among the population, and the shrewd Gian Galeazzo, together with his cousin the archbishop, collected large donations for the work-in-progress. The construction program was strictly regulated under the "Fabbrica del Duomo", which had 300 employees led by first chief engineer Simone da Orsenigo. Orsenigo initially planned to build the cathedral from brick in Lombard Gothic style.
Visconti had ambitions to follow the newest trends in European architecture. In 1389, a French chief engineer, Nicolas de Bonaventure, was appointed, adding to the church its Rayonnant Gothic. Galeazzo gave the Fabbrica del Duomo exclusive use of the marble from the Candoglia quarry and exempted it from taxes. Ten years later another French architect, Jean Mignot, was called from Paris to judge and improve upon the work done, as the masons needed new technical aid to lift stones to an unprecedented height.[8] Mignot declared all the work done up till then as in pericolo di ruina ("peril of ruin"), as it had been done sine scienzia ("without science"). In the following years Mignot's forecasts proved untrue, but they spurred Galeazzo's engineers to improve their instruments and techniques. Work proceeded quickly, and at the death of Gian Galeazzo in 1402, almost half the cathedral was complete. Construction, however, stalled almost totally until 1480, for lack of money and ideas: the most notable works of this period were the tombs of Marco Carelli and Pope Martin V (1424) and the windows of the apse (1470s), of which those extant portray St. John the Evangelist, by Cristoforo de' Mottis, and Saint Eligius and San John of Damascus, both by Niccolò da Varallo. In 1452, under Francesco Sforza, the nave and the aisles were completed up to the sixth bay.
In 1488, both Leonardo da Vinci and Donato Bramante created models in a competition to design the central cupola; Leonardo later withdrew his submission. In 1500 to 1510, under Ludovico Sforza, the octagonal cupola was completed, and decorated in the interior with four series of 15 statues each, portraying saints, prophets, sibyls and other Figures from the Bible. The exterior long remained without any decoration, except for the Guglietto dell'Amadeo ("Amadeo's Little Spire"), constructed 1507–1510. This is a Renaissance masterwork which nevertheless harmonized well with the general Gothic appearance of the church.
During the subsequent Spanish domination, the new church proved usable, even though the interior remained largely unfinished, and some bays of the nave and the transepts were still missing. In 1552 Giacomo Antegnati was commissioned to build a large organ for the north side of the choir, and Giuseppe Meda provided four of the sixteen reliefs which were to decorate the altar area (the program was completed by Federico Borromeo). In 1562, Marco d' Agrate's St. Bartholomew and the famous Trivulzio candelabrum (12th century) were added.
After the accession of Carlo Borromeo to the archbishop's throne, all lay monuments were removed from the Duomo. These included the tombs of Giovanni, and Filippo Maria Visconti, Francesco I and his wife Bianca, Galeazzo Maria, which were brought to unknown destinations. However, Borromeo's main intervention was the appointment, in 1571, of Pellegrino Pellegrini as chief engineer— a contentious move, since to appoint Pellegrino, who was not a lay brother of the duomo, required a revision of the Fabbrica's statutes.
Borromeo and Pellegrini strove for a new, Renaissance appearance for the cathedral, that would emphasise its Roman / Italian nature, and subdue the Gothic style, which was now seen as foreign. As the façade still was largely incomplete, Pellegrini designed a "Roman" style one, with columns, obelisks and a large tympanum. When Pellegrini's design was revealed, a competition for the design of the façade was announced, and this elicited nearly a dozen entries, including one by Antonio Barca
This design was never carried out, but the interior decoration continued: in 1575-1585 the presbytery was rebuilt, while new altars and the baptistry were added. The wooden choir stalls were constructed by 1614 for the main altar by Francesco Brambilla. In 1577 Borromeo finally consecrated the whole edifice as a new church, distinct from the old Santa Maria Maggiore and Santa Tecla (which had been unified in 1549 after heavy disputes).
At the beginning of the 17th century Federico Borromeo had the foundations of the new façade laid by Francesco Maria Richini and Fabio Mangone. Work continued until 1638 with the construction of five portals and two middle windows. In 1649, however, the new chief architect Carlo Buzzi introduced a striking revolution: the façade was to revert to original Gothic style, including the already finished details within big Gothic pilasters and two giant belfries. Other designs were provided by, among others, Filippo Juvarra (1733) and Luigi Vanvitelli (1745), but all remained unapplied. In 1682 the façade of Santa Maria Maggiore was demolished and the cathedral's roof covering completed.
In 1762 one of the main features of the cathedral, the Madonnina's spire, was erected at the dizzying height of 108.5 m. The spire was designed by Carlo Pellicani and sports at the top a famous polychrome Madonnina statue, designed by Giuseppe Perego that befits the stature of the cathedral. Given Milan's notoriously damp and foggy climate, the Milanese consider it a fair-weather day when the Madonnina is visible from a distance, as it is so often covered by mist.
On 20 May 1805, Napoleon Bonaparte, about to be crowned King of Italy, ordered the façade to be finished by Pellicani. In his enthusiasm, he assured that all expenses would fall to the French treasurer, who would reimburse the Fabbrica for the real estate it had to sell. Even though this reimbursement was never paid, it still meant that finally, within only seven years, the Cathedral's façade was completed. Pellicani largely followed Buzzi's project, adding some neo-Gothic details to the upper windows. As a form of thanksgiving, a statue of Napoleon was placed at the top of one of the spires. Napoleon was crowned King of Italy at the Duomo.
In the following years, most of the missing arches and spires were constructed. The statues on the southern wall were also finished, while in 1829–1858, new stained glass windows replaced the old ones, though with less aesthetically significant results. The last details of the cathedral were finished only in the 20th century: the last portal was inaugurated on 6 January 1965. This date is considered the very end of a process which had proceeded for generations, although even now, some uncarved blocks remain to be completed as statues. The Allied bombing of Milan in World War II further delayed construction. Like many other cathedrals in cities bombed by the Allied forces, the Duomo suffered some damage, although to a lesser degree compared to other major buildings in the vicinity such as the La Scala Theatre. It was quickly repaired and became a place of solace and gathering for displaced local residents.
The Duomo's main façade went under renovation from 2003 to early 2009: as of February 2009, it has been completely uncovered, showing again the colours of the Candoglia marble.
In November 2012 officials announced a campaign to raise funds for the cathedral's preservation by asking patrons to adopt the building's spires. The effects of pollution on the 14th-century building entail regular maintenance, and recent austerity cuts to Italy's culture budget has left less money for upkeep of cultural institutions, including the cathedral. To help make up funds, Duomo management launched a campaign offering its 135 spires up for "adoption." Donors who contribute €100,000 (about $110,505) or more will have a plaque with their name engraved on it placed on the spire.
The Investiture of king Narseh is carved into the rocks near the tomb of Darius I the Great. The king, the second large figure from the right, receives the cydaris ring from a female figure. A young prince is standing between them; to the left are imperial grandees.
Narseh, a younger son of the great Shapur I, had served as ruler of the eastern provinces (e.g., Sistan) during the reign of his nephew Bahram II, but had come to power by a coup d'état, deposing Bahram's son, Bahram III. That he was not a lawful ruler may explain that he does not receive the cydaris from Ahuramazda, but from a women: she may be Shapurdokhtak, the king's wife, through whom Narseh was entitled to the throne.
Alternatively, she may be Anahita, the goddess of the waters, families, and fertility, but the fact that king Narseh does not salute her as befits a worshipper in front of a deity, seems to contradict this interpretation of the ancient relief. On the other hand, it is often assumed that the cult of Anahita became popular during the reign of Narseh.
The identity of the little prince is less problematic: he must be the king's son Hormizd II, who succeeded his father.
Behind the king, we can see several important courtiers, making the gesture with the fist and index finger that expresses respect for the king. This gesture can be seen on countless Sasanian reliefs.
There is no triumph relief of Narseh, neither at Naqš-i Rustam nor at another place. This comes as no surprise, because the king was defeated in 297 by the Roman emperor Galerius and was even forced to give up parts of Armenia. It was a sign of the times: after the reign of Shapur I, the Sasanian empire was weak and divided, which can also be deduced by the rapid succession of kings.
Source: www.livius.org/na-nd/naqsh-i-rustam/naqsh-i-rustam_relief...
The Investiture of king Narseh is carved into the rocks near the tomb of Darius I the Great. The king, the second large figure from the right, receives the cydaris ring from a female figure. A young prince is standing between them; to the left are imperial grandees.
Narseh, a younger son of the great Shapur I, had served as ruler of the eastern provinces (e.g., Sistan) during the reign of his nephew Bahram II, but had come to power by a coup d'état, deposing Bahram's son, Bahram III. That he was not a lawful ruler may explain that he does not receive the cydaris from Ahuramazda, but from a women: she may be Shapurdokhtak, the king's wife, through whom Narseh was entitled to the throne.
Alternatively, she may be Anahita, the goddess of the waters, families, and fertility, but the fact that king Narseh does not salute her as befits a worshipper in front of a deity, seems to contradict this interpretation of the ancient relief. On the other hand, it is often assumed that the cult of Anahita became popular during the reign of Narseh.
The identity of the little prince is less problematic: he must be the king's son Hormizd II, who succeeded his father.
Behind the king, we can see several important courtiers, making the gesture with the fist and index finger that expresses respect for the king. This gesture can be seen on countless Sasanian reliefs.
There is no triumph relief of Narseh, neither at Naqš-i Rustam nor at another place. This comes as no surprise, because the king was defeated in 297 by the Roman emperor Galerius and was even forced to give up parts of Armenia. It was a sign of the times: after the reign of Shapur I, the Sasanian empire was weak and divided, which can also be deduced by the rapid succession of kings.
Source: www.livius.org/na-nd/naqsh-i-rustam/naqsh-i-rustam_relief...
The Investiture of king Narseh (293-303) is carved into the rocks near the tomb of Darius I the Great. The king, the second large figure from the right, receives the cydaris ring from a female figure. A young prince is standing between them; to the left are imperial grandees.
Narseh, a younger son of the great Shapur I, had served as ruler of the eastern provinces (e.g., Sistan) during the reign of his nephew Bahram II, but had come to power by a coup d'état, deposing Bahram's son, Bahram III. That he was not a lawful ruler may explain that he does not receive the cydaris from Ahuramazda, but from a women: she may be Shapurdokhtak, the king's wife, through whom Narseh was entitled to the throne.
Alternatively, she may be Anahita, the goddess of the waters, families, and fertility, but the fact that king Narseh does not salute her as befits a worshipper in front of a deity, seems to contradict this interpretation of the ancient relief. On the other hand, it is often assumed that the cult of Anahita became popular during the reign of Narseh.
The identity of the little prince is less problematic: he must be the king's son Hormizd II, who succeeded his father.
Behind the king, we can see several important courtiers, making the gesture with the fist and index finger that expresses respect for the king. This gesture can be seen on countless Sasanian reliefs.
There is no triumph relief of Narseh, neither at Naqš-i Rustam nor at another place. This comes as no surprise, because the king was defeated in 297 by the Roman emperor Galerius and was even forced to give up parts of Armenia. It was a sign of the times: after the reign of Shapur I, the Sasanian empire was weak and divided, which can also be deduced by the rapid succession of kings.
Source: www.livius.org/na-nd/naqsh-i-rustam/naqsh-i-rustam_relief...
How many Pheasants do you think are released into the UK every single year? The answer is about 35 million (and that figure comes from the shooting industry itself). And how does this compare with a very common British bird such as Woodpigeon? Well there are about 5.4 million pairs of Woodpigeons breeding in Britain so considerably fewer than Pheasants. But the actual Pheasant breeding population (assisted by artificial feeding and predator removal) is only thought to be about 2.3 million breeding females. About 15 million Pheasants are shot each year which means that about 20 million are sloshing about in the ecosystem; getting run over on roads and bolstering the fox and crow populations that gamekeepers are so keen to get rid of. Pheasant is not native to the UK (or Europe) but it has been here for a long time as it was reported being eaten at a monastery in Essex in 1058.
I usually prefer more natural surroundings for my bird photographs but for Pheasant I think the artificial surroundings befits its artificial status. The urban setting also provided splendid isolation. But speaking of isolation, it is really difficult to get the whole bird in focus, with a blurry background as they are getting on for a metre long.
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The Bactrian Camel (Camelus bactrianus) is a large, even-toed ungulate native to the steppes of Central Asia. Of the two species of camel, it is by far the rarer. The Bactrian camel has two humps on its back, in contrast to the single-humped dromedary camel. Its population of two million exists mainly in the domesticated form. Some authorities, notably the International Union for Conservation of Nature (IUCN), use the binomial name Camelus ferus for the wild Bactrian camel and reserve Camelus bactrianus for the domesticated Bactrian camel. Their name comes from the ancient historical region of Bactria. The domesticated Bactrian camel has served as a pack animal in inner Asia since ancient times. With its tolerance for cold, drought, and high altitudes, it enabled travel such as the caravans of the Silk Road. The wild form has dwindled to a population estimated at 800 in October 2002 and has been classified as critically endangered on the IUCN Red List of Threatened Species. Its range in the wild is restricted to remote regions of the Gobi and Taklamakan Deserts of Mongolia and China, migrating from the desert to rivers in Siberia during winter. A small number of wild Bactrian camels still roam the Mangystau Province of southwest Kazakhstan and the Kashmir valley in India. There are feral herds of Bactrian camels in Australia. The Bactrian camel is the largest mammal in its native range and rivals the dromedary as the largest living camel. Shoulder height is from 180 to 230 cm (5.9 to 7.5 ft), head-and-body length is 225–350 cm (7.38–11.48 ft) and the tail length is 35–55 cm (14–22 in). At the top of the humps, the average height is 213 cm (6.99 ft). Body mass can range from 300 to 1,000 kg (660 to 2,200 lb), with males often being much larger and heavier than females. Its long, wooly coat varies in colour from dark brown to sandy beige. There is a mane and beard of long hair on the neck and throat, with hairs measuring up to 25 cm (9.8 in) long. The shaggy winter coat is shed extremely rapidly, with huge sections peeling off at once, appearing as if sloppily shorn off. There are two humps on the back, which are composed of fat (not water as is sometimes thought). The face is typical of a camelid, being long and somewhat triangular, with a split upper lip. There are long eyelashes, which, along with the sealable nostrils, help to keep out dust in the frequent sandstorms which occur in their natural range. The two broad toes on each foot have undivided soles and are able to spread widely as an adaptation to walking on sand. The feet are very tough, as befits an animal of extreme environments
As befits, there's a cottage garden over at the cottage! Too humble, it hasn't got a name. We might call it Bwthyn Celyn — Holly Cottage — to mark its notable tree and honour a past resident. That poor old holly looks very tatty these days. A leaking water pipe drowned its roots, and nearly drowned it!
The gardener would know more of what's in the cottage plantings. But I know there are aquilegias, forget-me-nots and foxgloves here in the frame. It's a wild thing, the cottage garden, and none the worse for that. I'm told that most of these things put themselves here, descendants of original plantings made who knows when.
The cottage is like that — mysterious in its age, its provenance — it suits the garden as the garden suits it.
The spiral arms of the galaxy NGC 3318 are lazily draped across this image from the NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope. This spiral galaxy lies in the constellation Vela and is roughly 115 million light-years away from Earth. Vela was originally part of a far larger constellation, known as Argo Navis after the fabled ship Argo from Greek mythology, but this unwieldy constellation proved to be impractically large. Argo Navis was split into three separate parts called Carina, Puppis, and Vela – each named after part of the Argo. As befits a galaxy in a nautically inspired constellation, the outer edges of NGC 3318 almost resemble a ship’s sails billowing in a gentle breeze.
Image Credit: ESA/Hubble & NASA, European Southern Observatory (ESO), R. J. Foley; Acknowledgment: R. Colombari
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Autumn already puttered out in the St. Vrain Valleys. This is one at one of my old haunts and above. I even missed most of this fall's shooting. I decided to edit this old original that's not really far into the Rockies but rather a view across the quarries just north of and above Lyons, below, at the Frosty ponderosa spot. A guy could fall off here though frankly, this shot is from the windpw. That was a place where I bivwhacked for a period in history. Where are all the snaps from there? This befits all my Lyons, Apple Valley autumn series, location-wise. Snow already coated the valley in the season. The Rockies start standing up at Lyons, especially to the right of the scene. What a Christmas lights celebration although it was from a few days later!
Autumn gave up around here when we got a big dump af maybe a foot of snow in the valley, more in the Rockies. Everyone panicked over some sow but dare I tell them of the Rockies record - Snowmass, CO, 24 hrs, 96 inches - find shelter immediately as fast as you can move if this hits again.
I posted views of scenes up Apple Valley from Lyons, a particularly picturesque spot, some time ago and added recent shots looking up over the Olde South St. Vrain Road and abandoned quarry wreck dumped onto the county. That got me off on this tangent for a spell. The sun's working hard to sneak it's way onto this scene. Was Ceran St. Vrain, himself, ever here?
Pictures are everywhere at this spot. I threw this series in just as an example. I returned and found more of my favorite autumn shots at the vertical end to the Colorado plains. It's clear that random life can always manage a foothold on these cliffs. These are the finger prints of Colorado-tough, rough and tumble plant life. Here, I am once again adding to my massive stash of captures to edit. At least this is a smattering of green and I snapped away. Next?
Starting off as an idea, unfed for days
seeking the Sun's visual solacement
bringing with it the image of all that's past
and glimpses of surrounding hues to be
that come and go with only days to last
every leaf of every branch of every life
charts a deeper root from every socio-desire
nature was our beginning, will be our end
but also is the redeemer of escapism sought
for this long-forgotten environment we must defend
atmospheric byways instead of aggressive highways
glades made for equality in light of understanding
weapons avail themselves of the right to peace
and the only decline felt is one of united guilt -
that it took us thus far to vie for inner release
united in victualling our needs, we must stand as one
for tastes vary only slightly over time itself
though edible was the pride that previously swallowed the summer;
that of the gutless politician disguised by overgrown brambles
simmering a view in turning to the gracious glance of the sunlit newcomer
such may be our fate, that we witness four seasons in one day
that of luck befits summer in efference from winter's decay
there may be no human edict to pull the curtain from our natural inkling,
for here we stand in summer, whether overcast politics touches us or not!
and this notion is of a purity that may last but a twinkling...
by anglia24
14h35: 17/06/2008
©2008anglia24