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CC week 6 is Limited Color Palette
Away from town, in between atmospheric rivers, the landscape is shades of green and blue with a little white thrown in.
between water lilies and duckweed
Portobello, Edinburgh
720nm Infrared
Full spectrum converted Sony a 5100
The spectators at Nordis got to witness one the sickest goals in recent years, as Teemu Ramstedt finished his breakaway with a slick between-the-legs move and lifted the puck over Tuomas Tarkki. After the goal HIFK scored five more goals in only ten minutes and crushed JYP 7-1 in the end and took a 2-to-1 series lead heading into wednesdays away game in Jyväskylä.
HELSINKI, FINLAND 2016-04-04. Liiga: HIFK - JYP at Helsingin Jäähalli in Helsinki, Finland. (Photo: Riku Laukkanen/R1ku Exposures)
Water flowing between Middle and Lower Falls
Gooseberry Falls State Park | Castle Danger | MN | USA
Sony A7 | Zeiss Loxia 21mm f/2.8 (ND400)
I did a bit of every type of photography yesterday during my super bowl hike. Sometimes I'm lazy and stare at a scene trying to determine if it is worthy of unloading my back pack, changing lenses etc.... I know, it is shameful. So down went my pack and popped on my diopter (Canon 500d). It worked.
I then had to wait until the wind settled down.
Love our pines in the forest. These long needled ones seem all dressed up in a forest of blue jeans.
-with a seagull !
D1944 heads the route learning train between Deganwy and Llandudno with D1835 bringing up the rear. D1835 will run light engine back to Llandudno Junction and then head along the Coast to cross the Menai Straits and go forward to Valley to 'turn' on the triangle.
... sometimes life is all about reading between the lines...
... hear our souls, follow our hearts, set ourselves free...
...and have the happiest of Fridays!
it's a grey day here and instead of dreaming of sunny days & colourful places, I decided to dive into this reality and find all it's charm as it is.
and there is plenty of it... surprisingly there is endless amount of beauty & charm around us, so long as we are willing to pay attention and open our soul & mind shutters, together with our eyes...
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Dearly departed friends
The NZR EO class operated between 1968 and 1997 on the Otira – Arthur's Pass section of the Midland line in the South Island, through the Otira Tunnel.
1694 shunting wagons from the Museum to the Loop Siding in Menzies Creek.
Transferring Climax 1694 from Belgrave to Menzies Creek - Sunday 27-11-2022.
Taormina is a comune and small town on the east coast of the island of Sicily, Italy, in the Province of Messina, about midway between Messina and Catania. Taormina has been a very popular tourist destination since the 19th century. It has popular beaches (accessible via an aerial tramway) on the Ionian sea, which is remarkably warm and has a high salt content. Taormina can be reached via highways from Messina from the north and Catania .Just south of Taormina is the Isola Bella, a nature reserve. Tours of the Capo Sant' Andrea grottos are also available. Taormina is built on an extremely hilly coast, and is approximately a forty-five minute drive away from Europe's largest active volcano, Mount Etna.A stay at Taormina is not just a seaside vacation. This area, rich in charm and history, must be experienced in a spirit that is outside the ordinary, and for one simple reason: here, everything is extraordinary. Every stone is a thousand-year-old piece of history, the glorious sea reflects Taormina's beauty, as it shapes and marks the passage of time, and the places that enchanted the Greeks create to this day a vibrant and exciting ambiance. But trying to describe in words what makes Taormina unique is truly difficult.
Taormina ist eine Stadt mit 11.076 Einwohnern (Stand 31. Dezember 2010) an der Ostküste Siziliens. Die Gründung der Stadt geht auf die Sikuler zurück, die schon vor der griechischen Kolonisation auf den Terrassen des Monte Tauro siedelten. Im 4. Jahrhundert vor Christus wurde die Stadt griechisch. Die heutige Stadt ist eine Neugründung aus dem Mittelalter, nachdem die Araber die antike Stadt zerstört hatten.Auf Grund der malerischen Landschaft, des milden Klimas und zahlreicher historischer Sehenswürdigkeiten entwickelte sich die Stadt im 19. und 20. Jahrhundert zu einem der wichtigsten Touristenzentren Siziliens. Besonders bekannt und sehenswert sind das antike Theater mit Blick auf den Ätna und den Golf von Giardini-Naxos und die kleine Insel Isola Bella vor der Küste Taorminas.
Taormina (griego antiguo Ταυρομένιον, Tauromenion, latín Tauromenium) es una ciudad situada en la costa este de la isla de Sicilia (Italia), en la provincia de Mesina, a medio camino entre Mesina y Catania. Cuenta con 10.991 habitantes.Está casi en el límite de la provincia de Catania, se extiende por el monte Tauro, a 200 m de altitud, y se halla en un balcón sobre el mar, enfrente del volcán Etna. Es un centro turístico muy importante desde el siglo XIX.Posee magníficas playas (accesibles mediante teleférico) y un patrimonio histórico muy rico, cuyo máximo exponente es el célebre teatro greco-romano. Además, se conserva un castillo árabe, que ocupa el lugar de la antigua ciudadela o Arx.Taormina y el volcán Etna al fondo, desde el teatro griego.La ciudad fue fundada por los griegos en el 736 a. C., con el nombre de Naxos.La leyenda cuenta que los marinos griegos que pasaban por la costa oriental de Sicilia olvidaron realizar sacrificios en honor a Poseidón, y él, encolerizado, les hizo naufragar. El único superviviente, Teocles, llegó al Capo Schico, próximo a Naxos, y volvió a Grecia para contar las maravillas de Sicilia, convenciendo a sus compatriotas para instalarse en la isla.
Taormine, en italien Taormina, est une commune de la province de Messine en Sicile (Italie).Taormine est située sur la côte est de la Sicile, à peu près à mi-chemin entre Messine et Catane (50 km), presque à la limite de la province de Catane.Elle s’étend sur le Mont Tauro à 200 m d’altitude. La ville est en balcon sur la mer face à l’Etna. La Calabre, distante d'environ 30 km, est visible par temps clair ainsi que la nuit.La légende dit que des marins grecs, passant sur la côte orientale de la Sicile, avaient oublié de sacrifier à Neptune. Celui-ci, en colère, fit chavirer leur embarcation. Le seul survivant, Théocle, parvint au Cap Schiso, non loin du site de Naxos (aujourd'hui Giardini-Naxos). Il retourna ensuite en Grèce pour narrer à ses compatriotes les merveilles de la Sicile. Certains, convaincus, décidèrent de venir s’y installer.
Taormina è un comune di 10.991 abitanti della provincia di Messina. E' uno dei centri balneari di maggiore rilievo di tutta la regione. Il suo aspetto, il suo paesaggio, i suoi luoghi, le sue bellezze riescono ad attirare turisti provenienti da tutto il mondo.Situata su una collina a 206 m di altezza sul livello del mare , sospesa tra rocce e mare su un terrazzo del monte Tauro, in uno scenario di bellezze naturali unico per varietà e contrasti di motivi , splendore di colori e lussureggiante vegetazione.Il clima è dolcemente mite.Molto belle le mezze stagioni , Primavera e Autunno infatti vantano un clima idealmente mite.La storia di Taormina è sicuramente costellata da molteplici dominazioni, e questo è possibile vederlo passeggiando per le strade del centro storico che mostrano i segni lasciati dai vari popoli passati per Taomina. Essendo situata al centro del mediterraneo la Sicilia fu sempre una preda ambita per la sua posizione strategica di passaggio,situata sulla parte est e in posizione fortificata su una collina permetteva già da allora di controllare buona parte della costa ionica e ha sempre rappresentato un ottimo punto di fortificazione e controllo nelle stradegie di guerra. Dopo aver attestato l'esistenza di una sede di siculi ( antichi abitanti dell'isola, detti anche sicani) presso Taormina, per certo vi passarono e vi lasciarono le loro tracce I Greci, i Romani, i Saraceni, dunque gli Arabi, i Bizantini ,I Normanni , Gli Aragonesi , e per ultimi i Borboni.Un soggiorno a Taormina non è semplicemente una vacanza al mare. Questi luoghi, pregni di storia e di fascino, chiedono infatti di essere vissuti con uno spirito diverso da quello comune e la ragione è semplice: qui tutto è fuori dall'ordinario.Ogni pietra reca in sé una storia millenaria, il mare meraviglioso su cui Taormina riflette tutta la sua bellezza, condiziona e scandisce lo scorrere del tempo ed i luoghi che furono l'incanto dei greci trasmettono tutt'oggi un'atmosfera vibrante di emozioni. Ma tentare di descrivere con le parole ciò che rende unica Taormina è davvero difficile.
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this is for Madeleine Peyroux, inspired from the song "Between the bars" from the "Careless love" cd.I love this song.
Pakefield Church have a of couple Sheep to keep the grass in the graveyard short.
This one was taking a break from grass trimming and was resting between a couple of graves.
I got a shot of both the sheep previously here
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A sweet tea party I prepared for a friend visiting from out of town. Just let me know when you're coming and I would love to have tea with some of you too!!
More photos on my blog, Glorious Treats
Nothing like a good READ on the weekend. For a very long time, I have been a fan of Mike O'Connor, a journalist here who, among other styles has a way of writing that appeals to my inner self.
Below is a copy of last weeks meaningless satire written by Mike from the magazine I am reading.
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There arrives that time in life when you realise you've turned into one of your parents and, last week, I became my father - a man of great virtue but with a low tolerance for morons. My partner and I were on a cruise and I had decided to visit the buffet.
"You know what you're like with people. We should go to the al carte restaurant" pleaded my partner.
“Ill be fine," I said, mildly miffed at being reminded of those rare occasions on which l have lost patience with the shortcomings my fellows. "Are you coming?"
“I'm not going anywhere near a buffet with you” she replied.
I walked inside, took a tray and waited while two women in front of me exchanged inanities. If you want to discuss your idiot children and brain-dead husbands, I thought, you do it while moving along the queue? Walking and talking simultaneously was patently
beyond their grasp, but the death stare I was giving them finally penetrated what passed for their collective consciousness and they moved along.
There is an etiquette when lining up cafeteria-style. One of the commandments is that thou shalt not eat while in the queue. The tattooed toad three places in front of me had not read this rule, perhaps because he could not read. Faced with the possibility his plate might not contain at least a million calories, he hit on the strategy of filling it with whatever was in front of him and eating as he went, creating space on the plate by shovelling pasta, bread rolls and salad into his mouth with the efficiency of a dragline.
They are obese, as if overeating is a medical condition over which they have no control. Aussie after Aussie, both male and female, trundled past me with their plates stacked high, bellies swaying before them.
I continued shuffling along the queue, waiting for the only dish that interested me.
Where are the nachos? I moaned inwardly, dodging a blob of airborne custard as the woman in front drowned a massive slice of chocolate cake in a yellow lake.
All I wanted was a plate of corn chips, some avocado, salsa sauce and a dollop of sour cream. I spied it about ten trays away in the slowly moving queue. It was a mere three trays distant when a man resembling a monkey, his knuckles dragging along the floor pushed into the queue and began loading his plate. I copped it for 20 seconds before I yelled: "Hey mate! Are you sure you've got enough on your plate? Why don't you borrow a shovel?"
"No problems?" asked my partner when I returned with the nachos.
"Piece of cake ... with custard," I said scraping a hitherto undetected blob off my sleeve.
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the birds were singing with joy!
Shout out here for
little m, Happy BIrthday to you girl! If you have not seen her work, go check her out, an awesome photographer and friend.
Trout Lake, Washington... a peaceful happy place, with thousands of birds singing after the rain and thunderstorm.
from sunshine to Thunder and Lightning and heavy rain, back to warm afternoon and sunshine and wildlowers, this was an amazing day. I am kicking myself for not sticking around the lake until sunset... when I got down to Husum I looked back and the sky was pink with layers of soft blanket clouds rolling down over the Mountain...
I am also excited... my daughter who is producing her first original music CD ( music.leannansidhe.com/) just called me today thrilled because she is going to be published... one of her short stories was accepted to an anthology of short stories! some of her stories show up on here www.facebook.com/pages/Leannan-Sidhe/169345743109522
The town lies in the Westerwald between Koblenz and Siegen, roughly 10 km west of Bad Marienberg on the river Nister. Hachenburg is the administrative seat of the Verbandsgemeinde of Hachenburg, a kind of collective municipality found only in Rhineland-Palatinate (See Verbandsgemeinde).
The castle and the town
The castle (Schloss), former seat of the Counts of Sayn, was founded about 1180 by Count Heinrich II of Sayn.
Building was finished in 1212 under Count Heinrich III, the founder’s son, who was also mentioned as the town’s and the castle’s first owner. At the same time, under the Count’s overlordship, came the building of the neighbouring Marienstatt Cistercian Monastery.
In 1314, Hachenburg, whose name comes from a castle hill protected by thornbushes, was granted town rights. The original settlement lay not on the 390-m-high castle hill, but rather some 1.5 km away in the dale about 100 m lower through which runs the Rothbach, on the site of what is now the outlying constituent community of Altstadt (which explains its name – Altstadt is German for “Old Town”), which had its first documentary mention in 1343. The Romanesque St. Bartolomäuskirche, built there about 1200 and nowadays an Evangelical church is Hachenburg’s oldest preserved building, followed by the Steinernes Haus (“Stone House”), known as Zur Krone, from the 15th century, at the Old Market (Alter Markt) in the town centre. The castle church only arose in the late 15th century and underwent several remodellings until the 18th century. The Catholic church Maria Himmelfahrt, from the early 18th century, belonged at first to a Franciscan monastery, but later, in 1813, became the parish church. In the Middle Ages, the town’s population was most likely never more than about 500 to 1,000, and in the 17th and 18th centuries it was between 1,000 and 1,500. Only after the Second World War did this small town’s population reach first 3,000, and nowadays almost 6,000.
On 13 October 1654, there was a great town fire in which not only did a great deal of the inner town burn down, but also the castle. Counts Salentin von Manderscheid and Georg Friedrich von Sayn-Hachenburg undertook to build the town anew, and also the castle, although this time as a Baroque structure. The inner town today still bears the shape that they gave it. Most of the lovely timber-frame houses on Friedrichstraße, Herrnstraße, the Old Market, Perlgasse, Mittelstraße, Judengasse and Wilhelmstraße come from the 17th and 18th centuries. The sweeping Baroque castle was built to architect Julius Ludwig Rothweil’s plans between 1715 and 1746. It has had many owners over the last century. For a few decades, however, it has been the seat of Deutsche Bundesbank’s training centre and professional college.
In the Second World War, Hachenburg was largely spared any great damage, but other disasters had ravaged it in the past. There were several great fires (in 1400, 1439, 1484, 1541, 1594 and 1654), and war beset the town several times, bringing suffering, especially the Thirty Years' War (1618-1648), the Seven Years' War (1756-1763) and both the so-called Coalition Wars (1792-1797 and 1799-1802).
In 1799, after the last count’s death, the county passed to Nassau-Weilburg, and Hachenburg lost its status as a Residenzstadt.
Past Jewish life
The Jewish graveyard was first mentioned in 1587 as a Judenkirchhof (“Jews’ churchyard”). Eighty-three graves can still be found today, among them some double graves. Most of the still preserved graves were made by Hachenburg stonemason and sculptor Wilhelm Sax (16 August 1891 – 26 June 1955). Other stonemasonry works were done by Albert Mai (31 Dezember 1891 – 15 March 1976) and his son Herbert Mai (born 5 March 1925), who was later Wilhelm Sax’s son-in-law. In 1913, 126 Jews lived in Hachenburg; in 1932 there were 99.
…graphic experiment
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“The best thing about dreams is that fleeting moment, when you are between asleep and awake, when you don't know the difference between reality and fantasy, when for just that one moment you feel with your entire soul that the dream is reality, and it really happened.”
~unknown~
#tbt to when winter found my lone tent tucked away in the Waterton valley a few weeks ago.
It has been an incredibly busy time for me over the past few months - ever since Folk Fest at the beginning of July now that I think about it. Constant travel has left me feeling geographically and temporally displaced.
On the path home from my cycling tour, it felt as if I was the "bearer of autumn"...arriving to hot summer in each place, but inevitability being chased by autumn's cool breath. This happened on Vancouver Island, in Vancouver proper, Jasper (it was interesting to see the mountains I had become so familiar with tipped with snow), and Winnipeg, over and over again.
Then, trading in my bicycle for a set of four wheels, I took a map and headed back to the mountains to summit peaks and explore distant valleys. Here, winter flirted with me with a couple days of snow. Now home and back in prairie autumn, I know winter will be here in full force soon enough.
And so, I feel geographically and temporally displaced. I'm back to Vancouver for a week on Sunday, but after this I really hope to hunker down for a few months and get reacquainted with routine.
#pedalpoweredtothewest