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High winds and heavy showers was proving to be a photographers nightmare on the bridge. Great light but trying to keep the camera still for longer than a few seconds in the wind was impossible. Strapping the tripod to the railings helped get over 30 seconds, then came the rain. Best shot of the evening!
view of the Krzyżtopór Castle in Ujazd (Zamek Krzyżtopór w Ujeździe) from the south
Krzyżtopór is a castle located in the village of Ujazd, Świętokrzyskie Voivodeship, in southern Poland. It was originally built by a Polish nobleman and Voivode of Sandomierz, Krzysztof Ossoliński (1587–1645). The castle was partially destroyed during the Swedish invasion known as The Deluge in 1655, and then reduced to ruins during the war of the Bar Confederation by the Russians in 1770.
Even though extensive research has been carried out through the years, historians have been unable to fully explain all aspects of the complex. No documents have been preserved that have enabled the determination of either the date of commencement of the castle's construction or the date of its completion. The name of the architect is also unknown. Krzysztof Ossoliński was enamoured with magic. while the unique symmetry of the castle is evident even in its ruined state, the hidden meanings that may have been incorporated into virtually every part of the castle are not obvious.
The very name of the complex is a mysterious one. Krzysztof Ossoliński officially named it Krzysztofory, which is derived from Latin word Christophoros. Later, the name changed to Krzyżtopór, which is a compounding of two Polish words – krzyż ("cross", a symbol of the Catholic faith and Ossoliński's policies) and topór ("axe", the charge from the family's coat of arms). Both symbols can be seen on the gate of the castle. Also, above the gate there is the date 1631, but to what this date refers has not been firmly established.
The castle, built by Swiss engineer Wawrzyniec (Lawrence) Senes (probably born in Sent, Switzerland), is a typical example of the so-called palazzo in fortezza – an intermingling of both palace and fortress. The total size of the complex is 1.3 hectares; the length of the perimeter walls is 700 meters; the total area of all interior rooms is around 70 000 square meters. The basic design was based on the palace of Cardinal Alexander Farnese, located in the Italian village of Caprarola. Reportedly, the castle once had 365 windows (as many as days of the year), 52 rooms (as many as weeks of the year), 12 ballrooms (as many as months of the year) and also 4 towers (as many as 4 seasons of the year). For defensive purposes, the castle was erected upon a rocky hill, making it impossible for an enemy to organize an underground attack.
Krzyżtopór was furnished with amenities that were rarely seen in the 17th century, such as ventilation and heating system, and unique waterworks that provided all rooms with fresh water. Allegedly, the ceiling in one of dining rooms was made up of an aquarium containing exotic fish. Additionally, a system of dumbwaiters carried food from pantries to the upper floors.
The castle, without convenient proximity to main roads and rail connections, is visited by relatively few tourists. However, as walls, bastions and moat are relatively well-preserved, its magnitude is still very impressive. Though it is regarded as a permanent ruin, since around 90 percent of the walls have been preserved, reconstruction has been planned several times. Currently, efforts have been underway to roof the entire complex; however, this ambitious project lacks sufficient funding.
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Construido en el siglo XV, de estilo renacentista, con planta rectangular, se estructura en dos cuerpos: planta baja realizada en granito con arcos de medio punto con capiteles de tradición clásica y planta alta adintelada combinando piedra y madera. En uno de los laterales se conserva el sepulcro de la condesa Fronilde Fernández, dama encargada de la anexión de éste monasterio a la orden del Cister, en el año 1175.
Cloister of the Cistercian Monastery of Ferreira de Pantón.
Built in the fifteenth century, Renaissance style, with rectangular plant, it is structured in two bodies: ground floor made of granite with half-point arches with capitals of classic tradition and upper floor combining stone and wood. On one side is preserved the tomb of Countess Fronilde Fernández, lady in charge of the annexation of this monastery to the order of the Cistercian, in the year 1175.
Ferreira de Pantón (Lugo). Galicia. España.
Your life is the sum result of all the choices you make, both consciously and unconsciously. If you can control the process of choosing, you can take control of all aspects of your life. You can find the freedom that comes from being in charge of yourself. Robert F. Bennett
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Coot's are everywhere., and most the year are just 'part of the lakeside' furniture
Come spring time and all of that changes
Fights., posturing., and chasing off virtually anything that comes near their mates., it's a testosterone fuelled festival of aggression and male vitality and it makes for great entertainment
Of course they also become an irresistible 'target' for some fun photography
Bluebonnets taking flight.
Had serious problems logging onto Flickr yesterday. Seems to be working fine again now!
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Created for a collaboration challenge with www.flickr.com/photos/cootiepie11/ (Denice)
Background blend using app.wombo.art/ with a grass and trees capture of mine.
More wombo for the castle
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the Watchful above charges my dark and white matter on regular bases so i can mish mash lol.
i can go deeper about it, but everyone has their own theory, they're all right. I'm more bothered about how windows edit took my eyebrows 😁
InterRegional 876 Pocinho - Porto Sao Bento sobre el puente de Arnozelo con la locomotora CP 1413 al frente. 11/08/2021
InterRegional 876 Pocinho - Porto Sao Bento with CP 1413 in charge passing over the Arnozelo bridge.
Fast forward 6 years from yesterdays post and the yellow and black of the SLR is now taking over the former Grand Trunk. SLR M420 3569 is in charge today setting out the local power SLR GP9 #64. On a trip that SDC and I did back in 1999, the sunny days the CN painted MLW's lead, on the dark overcast days the SLR yellow M420's lead... our luck I guess.
Scanned from a slide K64 Canon A-1
This smallish Monarch butterfly (Danaus plexippus) gathering pollen on this nascent flower along the 'Long Trail' at the Springfield Conservation Nature Center. Both sides of the trail are lined with 5-7 foot (~2 meters) tall flowers and scrub trees. Lots of American goldfinches and butterflies gathering for the end of summer.
A nervous mother grizzly, decided to bluff charge us through the water. A bluff charge is meant to scare or intimidate and is characterized by her head up and ears forward and bounding forward on her front paws, then stopping short. After 3 or 4 bounds she veered off and went back to her cubs. This was captured from a safe distance offshore with a long telephoto lens.
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A male grizzly bear (ursus arctos horribilis) charging across the mouth of a stream in search of returning salmon. Photographed in Knight's Inlet, British Columbia, Canada.
No entrance for unauthorized cats!
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Qalon throws up a cyber shield to defend against Armorsmith's onslaught; all the while snaking out cable tendrils waiting for him to get close enough to catch.
I stumbled across a new city tonight. I didn't get very far in exploring before I felt inspiration for a photo...
Violetilility
CN 3804 paired with CN 2651 hustle west along the CN Sprague Subdivision in Lake of the Woods County, Minnesota. The lights are dimmed on the lead motor for a meet with an eastbound manifest waiting in the siding at Blueberry between Roosevelt and Williams. This is the last remaining section of code line still standing along the CN Sprague Subdivision in Minnesota. There is about two miles at the very most. CN has gradually installed modern signals on this route from the searchlights that were once prevalent. As of March 2021, only the west siding in Williams had searchlights with new signals threatening to take over.
I want to pose this question: where else in Minnesota are there still standing code line poles with wires in a continuous segment?
When I reflect on this question, I can't think of any other spot in the state where there still are poles. Please comment if you know of any.
During the peak of Spring, these guys certainly don't experience "range anxiety."
When flowers are out in abundance, so are pollinators like this hummingbird. Pollinator populations, especially bees, are declining worldwide. We can protect pollinator populations by reducing habitat loss and stopping the use of toxic chemicals in our agricultural systems. And each of us can all help in a small way by creating pollinator-friendly gardens and landscapes that support the survival of bees, butterflies, birds, and bats.
Nearly three months separates the photos in this composite. Yet it feels like much less in my increasingly contorted perspective of time. As a child I would sometimes spin in circles. I loved the momentary sense of imbalance before my senses fell back into rhythm. The passage of time gives me the a similar sense of imbalance. However these days the normal rhythm is never fully restored. I stumble from one season into the next with a failing sense of comprehension about the progression.
Photography at least provides me with a tangible set of way posts to mark my journey. My phone in particular offers an amazing visual tracking of life moments. I often cross through the camera roll quickly. It creates a weird motion blur where you can't really focus on a single image. Rather I discern only shapes and colors that correlate in part to the season in which the pictures were taken. Another trick is to zoom way out until hundreds of photos appear in miniature. Love seeing my recent life translated into to a mosaic, billions of pixels. Individually indiscernible, but collectively representing my daily experiences on the pathway of life.
Standing on the edge off this woodland pond the other day, I was struck by the cold and barren bleakness. I thought back to that brilliant October day when I stood in this exact same spot. The scene literally burst into vibrant and joyous color. This composite conveys that joy, but in a shocking, even disturbing juxtaposition. It put me in mind of the explosion of an underwater depth charge. Yet another unwanted time marker passing me by.
CP 7053 is in charge of a westbound junk freight, pounding the diamonds and passing the searchlights at Milwaukeeland's favorite foam spot, Duplainville.
Это маяк Балюзек.
Море шумело где-то далеко внизу. Мы шли по заснеженному краю утеса, стараясь не глядеть вниз Скалистый берег будто сам набегал на водную гладь, врезаясь и вспенивая её. Вода откатывалась назад, не желая вступать ни каплей на эту холодную землю. Пускай даже такую далёкую, скрывшуюся от городов за горами и лесами. Последний аванпост человеческой души, покрытый скалами, бурой травой и редким лесом, который мерно колыхался от дуновений морского ветра. Отсутствие чужих следов на снегу подсказывало нам, что здесь уже очень долгое время не было ни души. Казалось, что дальше этого места лишь пропасть за горизонтом. Пропасть, в которую медленно заваливалось солнце, окрашивая небо в персиковые тона, совсем не свойственные этому суровому берегу. Мне здесь нравилось. Любая суета здесь переставала иметь хоть какое-то значение. Есть только море, маяк, небольшая группа единомышленников и лающая вдалеке собака. И иногда, можно разглядеть плетущиеся вдаль посудины, забредшие в этот далёкий край по пути к своей пристани.
Мы стояли на самом краю утеса и смотрели на маяк, жадно уминая свой ужин в виде пирожков с различной начинкой. Пар от горячего травяного чая уносило куда-то вверх. Морской ветер гнал его по склону подальше от нас, туда, где маяк жадно поглощал последние лучи заходящего солнца. Маяк словно заряжался светом. И лишь когда последние лучи скрылись за горизонтом, мы направились обратно к машинам.
This is Balyuzek lighthouse.
The sea roared somewhere far below. We walked along the snow-covered edge of the cliff, trying not to look down. The rocky shore seemed to be running onto the surface of the water, crashing and foaming it. The water rolled back, not wanting to touch this cold ground. Even if it’s so distant, hidden from cities behind mountains and forests. The last outpost of the human soul, covered with rocks, brown grass and sparse forest, which swayed rhythmically from the blows of the sea wind. The absence of other people's footprints in the snow told us that not a soul had been here for a very long time. It seemed that beyond this place there was only an abyss beyond the horizon. An abyss into which the sun slowly fell, painting the sky in peach tones that were not at all typical of this harsh coast. I liked to be there. Any fuss here ceased to have any meaning. There was only the sea, a lighthouse, a small group of like-minded people and a dog barking in the distance. And sometimes, you can see ships trudging into the distance, wandering into this distant land on the way to their pier.
We stood on the very edge of the cliff and looked at the lighthouse, greedily devouring our dinner in the form of pies with various fillings. The steam from the hot herbal tea was carried somewhere upward. The sea wind drove it along the slope away from us, to where the lighthouse greedily absorbed the last rays of the setting sun. The lighthouse seemed to be charging with light. And only when the last rays disappeared over the horizon, we headed back to the cars.