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Aleppo - The Forgotten City by Daniel Arrhakis (2016)
The Forgotten City, left to their fate in a chess game in which only interested the Power ... Ashes and Pain ... In a World indifferent that aims to reach Mars in 2020 ... Sad Tragedy and Madness Drama that came to our Humanity ...
* A set of works in favor of peace in Aleppo and the urgency to end the war in Syria.
Work based in recent media images Of two cities Homs and Aleppo in Syria in a unique composition made with sketch digital processing, layered textured art and negative techniques.
The Lego Star Wars starship chess set is my new Lego Ideas project. This set is a 2 player Chess game for players of all ages. This set includes 4726 brick pieces, I\'m using the mini starfighters and starships sets as Chess pieces, and the other ...
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Boys playing chess at a WWII re-enactment day.
Hut 9 re-enactment Island Farm near Bridgend, South Wales, UK
In Montpellier, I came across this scene of men immersed in a chess game. The concentration, the silence, and the timeless atmosphere made me stop and capture the moment.
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"YOU LITTLE SMART ASS, DON'T TELL ME HOW TO START MY FIRST MOVE"
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An intense chess game in the Museumplein in Amsterdam. The young man beat the older gentleman in the t-shirt much to the dismay of the loser.
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“All this twaddle, the existence of God, atheism, determinism, liberation, societies, death, etc., are pieces of a chess game called language, and they are amusing only if one does not preoccupy oneself with winning or losing this ‘game of chess’.” ― Marcel Duchamp.
“Chess is life in miniature. Chess is a struggle, chess is battles.” – Garry Kasparov.
Benny Andersson, Tim Rice & Björn Ulvaeus – Chess (From Chess The Musical Soundtrack) ♫ youtu.be/Y-HXjvmcLa8
This photo was inspired by Ingmar Bergman’s ‘The Seventh Seal’ (Det sjunde inseglet) and edited with GIMP 2.
Narrator: And when the Lamb opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven about the space of half an hour... And the seven angels which had the seven trumpets prepared themselves to sound. (The Bible, Revelation 8:1 and 8:6)
[Cut to Crusader Antonius Block, resting near crashing waves on the beach; silence abruptly descends, and a black-robed man with an unnaturally white face appears]
Block: Who are you?
Death: I am Death.
Block: Have you come for me?
Death: I have been walking by your side for a long time.
Block: That I know.
Death: Are you prepared?
Block: My body is, but I am not.
[Death approaches Block. The knight has risen to his feet. He shivers. DEATH opens his cloak to place it around the KNIGHT'S shoulders.]
Block: Wait a moment.
Death: You all say that. But I give no respite.
Block: You play chess, don’t you? …
[A gleam of interest kindles in DEATH'S eyes.]
DEATH: How did you know that?
Block: I have seen it in paintings and heard it sung in ballads.
DEATH: Yes, in fact I'm quite a good chess player.
Block: But you can't be better than I am.
[The knight rummages in the big black bag which he keeps beside him and takes out a small chessboard. He places it carefully on the ground and begins setting up the pieces.]
DEATH: Why do you want to play chess with me?
Block: I have my reasons.
DEATH: That is your privilege.
Block: The condition is that I may live as long as I hold out against you. If I win, you will release me. Is it agreed?
[Block holds out his two fists to DEATH, who smiles at him suddenly. DEATH points to one of the KNIGHT'S hands; it contains a black pawn.]
Block: You drew black!
DEATH: Very appropriate. Don't you think so?
[The knight and DEATH bend over the chessboard. After a moment of hesitation, Antonius Block opens with his king's pawn. DEATH moves, also using his king’s pawn.]
Scott Walker – The Seventh Seal ♫ youtu.be/jMUk1R_fKEA
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Nella vita, a differenza che negli scacchi, il gioco continua anche dopo lo scacco matto.
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In life, unlike chess, the game continues after checkmate.
Isaac Asimov
There aren't many Volvo Alisa`s as non-pcvs still running. This former Cardiff machine might be the last which sees regular use. Now a bar for events, it has been something of a chess game to get it in a suitable position. Many events for the bus i was busy or the timing just didn't work. However..finally.. I don't think I've ever been in Mold on a Sunday evening but why else would you be there unless it was for this beauty lol. What a smart bus and those wheels are the cleanest in the business !
Meaning in chess; A position counting as a draw, in which a player is not in check but cannot move except into check.
Last night I was playing around a bit with my chess game thats made out of glass. I put it on my illuminated rim table and tried different shots to take part on a photo contest. The theme is hard to translate, but its like "All in a Row". Its the first time that I will take part on a contest with a picture. The contest ends on May 31st but it will took some more time to find a winner. I let you know which place I made :)
Giant chessboard and figures at Portmeirion - the king must be about 6 foot high. Portmeirion was the location for the cult '60s series "The Prisoner", which celebrates it's 50th anniversary this year. During "Prisoner" conventions, a chess game is enacted, with humans instead of wooden pieces.
Another shot below.
I have to admit that life aboard Leon's Claw is a lot harder and with more responsibility than I expected... but I love it! Every day I have to make rounds throughout the entire ship and inspect everything and make sure it's all in working order. If one little thing is out of place or whistling wrong or smoking when it shouldn't, it can affect the entire ship and the lives of everyone on board.
Aside from my responsibility inspecting the ship, I also help Damien when he needs it. To be honest he doesn't need that much help. He's very handy and strong! I watched him lift three heavy crates all on his own during our first stop after my joining the crew! They weren't little crates either! I'm pretty sure Damien was amused by my awe ‘cause he kept smirking when I stared and said, "Whoa!"
Having Damien as a bunkmate wasn't all too bad but it took some getting used to. I'd never shared a room, so to speak, with another person. My hammock is directly above Damien's and privacy is a rare treat. I have to use a crate to climb up and let me tell you it is NOT an easy thing to do; especially when you are sore and tired. In fact, I nearly fell several times trying to get in the first time and Damien just stood there looking so fucking amused and told me that if I fell on him while he was sleeping that he'd kill me and make it look like an accident. We both laughed it off but at the same time I don't ever want to find out how serious he is or not.
Before I knew it, it had been nearly three weeks since I'd left home! It took some adjustment but soon I was getting used to my new life. I was an airship engineer! No, it wasn't on one of those big airships I'd dreamed of but this could one day lead to that! I wrote to Papa twice and told him all about the ship and my crew mates and what life was like for me now. Though if I am to be honest, I was starting to feel homesick. I could send Papa letters but would I ever be able to receive any back? Surely there had to be a schedule of planned stops. It meant Papa could send letters ahead for me! I knew the captain would know of them but I didn't want him to think I was regretting my choice to do this.
To be honest, I hadn't seen much of the captain in the past few weeks. When I did see him, he was often busy mapping things out and writing letters and going over ledgers while sipping on a cup of tea. He wasn't hard to find on a small ship but our paths just didn't cross too often.
It was mid afternoon and I'd finished inspecting pipes beneath the mast* when I figured now would be a good time as any to speak with the captain. He usually takes his afternoon tea around this time so I made my way down below deck to the small kitchen area. Sure enough, there he was! Captain Vincent was just finishing up brewing what appeared to be one of his favorites: Earl Grey.
I inhaled deeply and smiled slightly. "Mm, smells good." I watched as the captain glanced over and gave a small, "Mhm." His gaze looked down at his teacup, lifting it gingerly to his nose before taking a deep inhale and sighing contently. He seemed to be in a good mood so I decided to take my chance before he departed. "Sir, I wanted to ask you something." He'd just started to turn when I watched him pause and glance back at me expectantly. "What is it?"
Licking my lips, I explained, "I was wanting to ask if it would be possible to find out ahead of time some of the ports we'll be at. I wanted to let my father know so maybe he could send me letters." I watched as the captain quirked his brow and for a moment, I felt like he could see deep within me, that longing and yearning for home. I was so sure the captain was going to belittle me when instead, he gave a small sigh, then replied, "Come with me." Relief filled me and I began to follow him along towards his quarters. "Thank you!" "You're welcome."
A moment later, he opened the door and let me in before following in after me. "Things don't always go according to plan but we do have a schedule for some of the major stops we'll be taking a few months out," he explained, reaching for a notebook calendar on one of his shelves. He set his teacup down and began to thumb through the notebook until he found what he was looking for. "We'll be stopping in Arturstown in one week. After that..."
And the captain began to show me on his calendar some of the big stops we'd be making and when they were planned. He was stoic, factual in his explanations as always. I took mental notes of where and when some of them were. Fantastic!
"Thank you again, Captain!"
"You're welcome."
I watched him settle in on his chair to finally enjoy his tea. As I turned to leave, something caught my eye. It was a chess set! A very nicely made one, at that. I recognized the brand! My father had a chess set from the same maker! The memories of playing chess with my father made me smile softly. "Can I help you with anything else?" I heard the captain ask behind me. "Oh, no. Sorry, Sir. I was just admiring the box of your chess set. My father has one from the same maker." "Ah, I see." I glanced back at him as he lifted his tea to his lips and began to sip quietly from it. He looked so content just sitting there like that. I gave a small chuckle and a small jerk of my head. "Fancy a game, Captain?" I could tell I surprised him with the offer because he looked up at me and quirked his left brow.
"Are you serious?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
The captain stared at me for a long moment. "So you know how to play?" "Of course I do." I replied, grinning. Then I added quickly with politeness, "Sir." Perhaps he'd thought someone like me wouldn't know how to play something like that. To be fair, most people of my station live their whole lives working and not having hobbies outside of that. I watched him glance towards the box and I realized that he was actually considering it! Pushing just a touch more, I teased, "Come on. I'll even go easy on you."
The captain gave a snort; an actual snort. Then he responded, "Go easy on me? Kid, I don't think you know who I am."
"Don't tell me. Show me."
"Fine. On your King's head, then."
Standing, the captain motioned for me to move and then reached up for the box, tea secured in his other hand. I thought for a split second I saw a small smirk at the corner of his lips but maybe it was just a trick of the light. We walked across to the cargo hold that also doubled as the living quarters for Damien and me. It didn't take us long to get set up. Sitting on a barrel opposite the captain, I grinned a little. "Your move, Captain."
It became clear within a few minutes that I was not playing against an amateur. Then about fifteen minutes into the game, the captain revealed just how good he was. I was good. I was not THAT good! He seemed to be several steps ahead with an answer to everything I could think of!
"Checkmate."
"How?!" I exclaimed, eyes widened and fighting back incredulous laughter as he checkmated me. I stared, going over all the pieces. Yeah, he...he got me good! I folded my arms over my chest, jaw dropped and just dumbfounded! By chance, right then, I glanced up and suddenly...I felt the wind knocked slightly out of me.
I'm not sure what it was about that one moment, but for a second the way the sunlight filtered through the ceiling and fell upon the captain, it took my breath away. His eye was staring right at me, the sunlight making his sea colored eye look so vibrant and lovely like the shallows in a lagoon. I'd never seen a man look so handsome and beautiful at the same time. His full lips curved ever so slightly into that tiny smirk I thought I'd seen earlier, and he looked so content to be sitting there with his tea and having kicked my ass in the quickest chess game I'd ever played. "Hm." His lips smirked just a touch more as he lifted his tea to his lips and slowly drained the rest of it. Before I could make any sense of what just happened...
BOOM!
"What was that?!" the captain exclaimed, looking around in shock. God, I felt as if my heart jumped into my stomach! And suddenly, the whole ship lurched and the chess set was flying along with several crates nearby! I scrambled to steady myself and stared in horror at the captain who gazed back at me while clutching a barrel. There was a horrible cranking sound that was very obviously slowing down as we heard Damien's scream rise above all of it through the ceiling window. "VINCENT!!! AIDEN!!!! YOU BETTER GET UP HERE QUICK!!!"
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*Mast: a tall, upright post on a ship that carries the sails
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Always an opponent. In every game
And play. There is black and
White – two sides. Sometimes more than that
Them and us – but we
Play according the rules. We know
The limits.
And now I somehow feel that
All rules have been abandoned or broken.
And I am in a world of black and white
But no rules.
[ ••• V JOINT VIRTUAL EXHIBITION "LIGHTPROJECT". Topic: "Chess" ••• ]
[ Another photo about this topic, at http://www.fotolog.com/hansolo/14822031 ]
The king was surrounded by a crowd of pawns, burning and thirsty for blue blood. He was having a feeling that it was his end, his court had fallen completely, and what was worse, the times have changed so much that maybe it was time for everything to evolve towards somewhere, which might not be better but at least it was new. Perhaps it was time for the people to decide their fate. Neither the one chosen by god, or a family self-imposed by the centuries of the centuries. Perhaps it was time for the pawns to choose the best one of them to be the director of their fate, all toghether.
The problem was that the king realized that there wasn’t a complete justice in all this. Many pawns weren’t looking for a new status cause justice, but they were looking cause their individual lust for power. He saw. He was not totally black. He had some white sparkles. And the pawns were not completely white. A dark, black shadow obscured the face of many of them. Everything was extremely mixed… Contrasts, pure contrasts. And sacrifices. Any revolution requires sacrifice. And crowns rolling on the floor at some point in the history of all known countries known…
[ Photo of the king and pawns in a mini-chess game made for the “V JOINT VIRTUAL EXHIBITION” of the group Lightproject ( lightproject.es/ ). Taken in February 2008. Conversion to black and white and light adjustements of light, made with Photoshop]
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[ ••• V EXPOSICIÓN CONJUNTA VIRTUAL “LIGHTPROJECT”. Tema: “Ajedrez” ••• ]
[ Otra foto sobre este tema, en http://www.fotolog.com/hansolo/14822031 ]
El rey estaba rodeado por la multitud de peones, enfervorecida y sedienta de sangre azul. Presentía que era su fin, su corte había caído por completo, y lo que era peor, los tiempos habían cambiado tanto que quizás era hora de que todo evolucionara hacia alguna parte, que quizás no fuera mejor pero si al menos que fuera nueva. Quizás era hora de que el pueblo decidiera su destino. Ni un elegido por dios, ni una familia auto-impuesta por los siglos de los siglos. Quizás era hora de que los propios peones escogieran al mejor de ellos para ser dirigidos, todos a una.
El problema era que el rey se daba cuenta que no había una total justicia en todo esto. Muchos peones no deseaban un nuevo estatus por justicia, si no por sus particulares ansias de poder. Él lo veía. Él no era totalmente negro. Tenía ciertos destellos blancos. Y los peones no eran totalmente blancos. Una oscura y negra sombra ocultaba la faz de muchos de ellos. Todo estaba tan sumamente mezclado… Contrastes, puros contrastes. Y sacrificios. Toda revolución requiere sacrificios. Y coronas rodando por el suelo, en algún momento de la historia de todos los países conocidos…
[ Foto del rey y peones de un mini-ajedrez mío, para la V Exposición Conjunta Virtual del grupo Lightproject ( lightproject.es/ ). Tomada en febrero del 2008. Conversión a blanco y negro y ligeros retoques de luz, con Photoshop ]