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I’ve seen multiple exposure shots like this in the past and have made mental notes that this type shot might make for an interesting stranger portrait. I’ve actually considered this specific shot for at least a year, but have never committed to making it happen. This past Sunday afternoon I was sitting at home feeling sorry for myself because I had not taken my camera out of its bag all weekend. Therefore I forced myself to get out of my chair, threw my gear into the car, and headed to the skate park to finally make this image happen.
I was a little surprised when I got there to see that the park was more sparsely populated than I would have expected for a Sunday afternoon. There were a few people just hanging around, and only one person zipping up and down the concrete skating bowl. I viewed this reality as both good and bad. It was unfortunate that I did not have an array of potential strangers from which to choose. That said, the one skater there seemed to be proficient enough, and the fact that the bowl was otherwise empty would certainly allow more flexibility to make the shot happen.
I addressed the lone skater when he eventually rolled near me. The one assumption that I had going into this shoot was that almost any skate boarder would welcome the opportunity of getting an action shot of themselves, and in this case my assumption was spot-on correct. I introduced myself to Gavin and described to him my intentions. Gavin was an entirely affable guy, and he was clearly game for the photo shoot. I think that he was even more enticed when I pulled out my camera with the big lens and tripod, indicating I was serious about getting a high quality shot.
I know nothing about skateboarding, so at this point I had to rely entirely on Gavin to suggest a shot that would both fit the scope of my idea as well be within his skating ability. He suggested that he could perform a 180 degree turn in a specific area along the top edge of the bowl. So with that, I placed my tripod in the area I thought the trick would occur, adjusted all of my camera settings in manual mode, set my focal point to my best estimate, and told Gavin to go for it. He swooped up the side of the bowl, performed a perfect 180, and then once he rolled to a stop he turned to me and said,” That felt pretty good. Did, you get it?” I had successfully captured the images, but unfortunately I was not set up in the correct location. The apex of his turn had occurred about 4 meters down the wall edge from where my tripod was set-up….not the shot I wanted. Therefore I moved my tripod to the point at which the trick had just occurred, and gave Gavin the go ahead to once again roll toward me again. I was in perfect position, but this time Gavin missed the landing. He tried again, and once again stumbled on the back half of the move. We then went through a series of attempts, all with his feet and board failing to come together on the down slope. I had my ultra-wide angle lens attached to the camera, so I was set up only a few inches away from the edge. Therefore I was right in his face as he attempted his moves, and I was almost apologetic for putting this type of pressure on Gavin to perform. Gavin was in good spirits however, and with each run he returned with a smile more determined to stick the next landing. Finally, on the ninth attempt Gavin nailed the landing….thank goodness I successfully captured the feat.
Afterwards, Gavin and I got together to exchange contact info and chat for a while. We both agreed that this had been an enjoyable experience, and of course he was excited to see the final image. For the record, I actually captured sixteen exposures in this sequence, but I chose to limit the number in order to prevent this final image from looking too cluttered. Now that I’ve finally made this shot, I am pleased with the results and in fact I see a lot of possibilities for multiple exposure portraits. I recommend to my fellow stranger photographers (even challenge, if you will) that if you’re looking for a change of pace from the head and shoulders portrait routine, you might find dabbling with a multi-exposure image to be a fun opportunity to test your creativity. I probably won’t do another skate boarding stranger, but don’t be too surprised if you see other multiple exposure shots from me sometime in the future.
Check out the rest of the stranger street portraits in my project at Paco's 100 Strangers Project and find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page.
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The municipality of Mongiuffi Melia (ME), not far from Taormina, is made up of two villages, Mongiuffi and Melia, separated by a valley, a bridge joins them, they climb up the opposite ridge of two mountains, looking at each other; in this municipality (defined as a "scattered municipality" for not having a single inhabited center), there are two patron saints, San Sebastian for Melia (his float was built with the money collected by Sicilian soldiers sent to the front, to fight in Greece during the Second World War, hoping in this way to receive His intercession to save their lives), and San Leonard di Noblac (or Abbot) for Mongiuffi; but in this municipality there is also the cult of the "Virgin Mary of the Chain", whose sanctuary attracts pilgrims from everywhere. I have made this description to introduce a singular coincidence that not everyone is aware of, and to do this it is necessary to describe the figure of Saint Leonard (a kind of Saint Francis), and that of the Virgin Mary of the Chain, trying to be concise. Saint Leonard was born in Orléans around 496 (and died in Noblac, on November 6 – the feast day – of 545 or 559), and for most of his life (very interesting) he lived as a hermit; one episode of his life in particular I would like to recall, he received from Clovis, king of the Franks, the privilege of being able to free those prisoners, who he believed had been unjustly imprisoned, so from that moment on, he incessantly committed himself to giving freedom to all those prisoners who were reduced to visibly critical conditions. Let us leave this Saint for a moment, the cult of the “Virgin Mary of the Chain”, this name given to the Blessed Virgin, derives from a prodigious event that occurred in Palermo in 1392, known as the “miracle of the chains”. In short, in August 1392 in Palermo, three men for a glaring miscarriage of justice, were sentenced to death by hanging, shortly before going up to the gallows a violent storm broke out, which forced the three unfortunates and the gendarmes to take refuge in the nearby church of Saint Mary of the Port, close to the sea, also called "Churc of the Chain" due to the presence of a chain that, when positioned, prevented the Saracen pirate ships from accessing the inside of the port; in this holy place, the three condemned, were tied with double chains, in the meantime the door of the church was barred, in fact the storm did not seem to stop and in addition night had come, clearly the execution was now postponed to the next day. The three desperate men, in chains, under the gaze of the gendarmes, approached the painting of the Madonna in tears, imploring her to intercede for them, a voice was heard coming from the painting, which reassured them of their new freedom, this while the chains broke, and the door of the little church was thrown open. From then on, the cult of the Virgin Mary of the Chain spread from Palermo throughout Sicily, and even beyond. Now let's get to the coincidences I mentioned before, both Saint Leonard and the Virgin Mary of the Chain (and also Her Child that She holds in Her arms) carry a long chain in their hands, in fact both the Saint and the Blessed Virgin have given freedom to prisoners, furthermore to access Mongiuffi Melia, coming from Letojanni, you have to pass through a tunnel, called "Gallery of Postoleone" dug in the rock in 1916, with bare hands or with pickaxe blows, as explosives could not be used, by 300 Austrian prisoners, during the First World War (and also on this occasion, in Mongiuffi Melia, there are prisoners forced to do forced labor). Finally, a curiosity, very often from the cult of the Virgin Mary of the Chain, comes a singular name, very common in these parts, both in the masculine with the name of "Cateno" and in the feminine "Catena" (to quote a well-known character, the writer Catena Fiorello). Furthermore, if it rains, whatever the religious procession-feast, with the float carried on the shoulders, the float with the saint does not come out, but if the rain arrives during the event, then the event becomes a source of strong psycho-physical stress for the devotee-bearers (not for the devotee-pullers or devotee-pushers...), as the ground made slippery by the rain (or perhaps, worse, by the presence of mud mixed with water) makes the route risky due to the possibility that one, or more, bearers, could slip, with the possible overturning of the float, and easily imaginable consequences.
The photographic story that I present here was created by assembling photographs taken on November 6, 2022, November 6 and 10 of this year 2024; the heart of the celebration-procession is when the priest hangs a large “cuddurra” (donut) on the hand of Sint Leonard, on that occasion small “cuddure” (donuts) are offered to the population (prepared by hand in the days preceding the procession); there are girls wearing a typical monk's habit-like dress, adorning their head with a veil, they belong to the congregation of the "daughters of Mary" (third order Carmelite); at the end of the procession, with the float that has returned to the church, we witness a rite that has the "affective" purpose of keeping it alive, it is done so as not to lose its memory, even if it has not lost its original meaning, what remains is now only a symbolic fact, it is the ritual of "weighing" (in some centers of Sicily, it has maintained its original meaning) a wooden board is placed "in balance" on one of the two beams that are used to carry the float with the Saint on the shoulders, at the two ends a child is placed on one side, and on the other side a sack with grain, filled until the weight of the grain reaches the weight of the child, and that grain will be given as a gift to the Saint, in reality the symbolic aspect of the procedure remains, and the donation is still made to the Saint, but in paper money.
Postscript: Our Lady of the Chain and Saint Leonard freed from chains, these as such, are not only physical, there are also psychic ones, and perhaps they are the worst….
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Il comune di Mongiuffi Melia (ME), non molto distante da Taormina, è formato da due borghi, Mongiuffi e Melia, separati da una vallata, un ponte li congiunge, essi si inerpicano sul crinale opposto di due monti, guardandosi l’un l’altro; in questo comune (definito “comune sparso” per non avere un centro abitato unico), si hanno due santi patroni, San Sebastiano per Melia (la sua vara fu costruita con i soldi racimolati dai soldati Siciliani mandati al fronte, a combattere in Grecia durante la seconda guerra mondiale, sperando così facendo di ricevere la Sua intercessione per avere salva la vita), e San Leonardo di Noblac (o Abate) per Mongiuffi; ma in questo comune vi è anche il culto per la “Madonna della Catena”, il cui santuario attira pellegrini da ogni dove. Ho fatto questa descrizione, per introdurre una singolare coincidenza della quale non tutti sono a conoscenza, e per far questo è necessario descrivere la figura di San Leonardo (una specie di San Francesco), e quella della Madonna della Catena, cercando di essere sintetico. San Leonardo nasce ad Orléans nel 496 circa (e morto a Noblac, il 6 novembre – giorno della festa – del 545 o 559), per gran parte della sua vita (interessantissima) visse da eremita; un episodio della sua vita in particolare desidero ricordare, egli riceve da Clodoveo, re dei Franchi, il privilegio di poter rendere liberi quei prigionieri, che egli riteneva fossero stati incarcerati ingiustamente, egli così, da quel momento, si impegna incessantemente a dare la libertà a tutti quei prigionieri che erano ridotti in condizioni visibilmente critiche. Lasciamo per un attimo questo Santo, il culto della “Madonna della Catena”, questo nome dato alla Beata Vergine, deriva da un evento prodigioso avvenuto a Palermo nel 1392, conosciuto come “miracolo delle catene”. In breve, nell’agosto del 1392 a Palermo, tre uomini per un eclatante errore giudiziario, furono condannati a morte per impiccagione, poco prima di salire sul patibolo si scatenò un violento temporale, che costrinse i tre malcapitati ed i gendarmi a riparare nella vicina chiesa di S. Maria del Porto, a ridosso del mare, detta anche “Chiesa della Catena” per la presenza di una catena che, quando posizionata, impediva alle navi pirata Saracene di accedere all’interno del porto; in questo luogo santo, i tre condannati, furono legati con doppie catene, nel mentre la porta della chiesa veniva sbarrata, infatti il temporale non accennava a smettere ed in più era subentrata la notte, chiaramente l’esecuzione era oramai rimandata al giorno dopo. I tre disperati, in catene, sotto lo sguardo dei gendarmi, si avvicinarono in lacrime al quadro della Madonna implorandola di intercedere per loro, dal quadro si udì provenire una voce, che li rassicurava sulla sopraggiunta libertà, questo mentre le catene si spezzavano, e la porta della chiesetta si spalancava. Da allora il culto per la Madonna della Catena si diffuse da Palermo in tutta la Sicilia, ed anche oltre. Veniamo adesso alle coincidenze di cui accennavo prima, sia San Leonardo che la Madonna della Catena (ed anche il suo Bimbo che regge in braccio) recano in mano una lunga catena, infatti sia San Leonardo che la Beata Vergine hanno dato la liberà a dei prigionieri, inoltre per accedere a Mongiuffi Melia, provenendo da Letojanni, si deve passare necessariamente da una galleria, chiamata “Galleria di Postoleone” scavata nel 1916 nella roccia, a mani nude o con colpi di piccone, in quanto non si poteva usare l’esplosivo, da parte di 300 prigionieri austriaci, durante la prima guerra mondiale (ed anche in questa occasione, a Mongiuffi Melia, si ha la presenza di prigionieri costretti ai lavori forzati). Infine una curiosità, molto spesso dal culto della Madonna della Catena, proviene un singolare nome, molto comune da queste parti, sia al maschile col nome di “Cateno” che al femminile, “Catena” (per citare un personaggio noto, la scrittrice Catena Fiorello). Inoltre, se piove, qualsiasi sia la processione-festa religiosa, con la vara portata in spalla, la vara col santo non esce, se invece la pioggia arriva durante la manifestazione, allora l’evento acquista per i devoti-portatori (non per i devoti-tiratori o devoti-spingitori…) un motivo di forte stress psico-fisico, in quanto il terreno reso scivoloso dalla pioggia (o magari, peggio, dalla presenza di fango misto ad acqua) rende rischioso il percorso per la possibilità che uno, o più portatori, possano scivolare, con il possibile ribaltamento della vara, e conseguenze facilmente immaginabili.
Il racconto fotografico che qui presento, è stato realizzato assemblando fotografie fatte il 6 novembre del 2022, il 6 ed il 10 novembre di quest’anno 2024; il fulcro della festa-processione è quando il sacerdote appende una grande cuddurra (ciambella) sulla mano di San Leonardo, in quella occasione piccole cuddure vengono offerte alla popolazione (preparate ed intrecciate a mano nei giorni precedenti la processione); sono presenti delle ragazze che indossano un tipico vestito “tipo saio di monaco”, adornando il capo con un velo, appartengono alla congregazione delle “figlie di Maria” (terz’ordine carmelitano); alla fine della processione, con la vara che ha fatto rientro in chiesa, si assiste ad un rito che ha lo scopo “affettivo” di tenerlo in vita, viene fatto per non disperderne la memoria, pur non avendo perso il suo significato originario, quel che resta è oramai solamente un fatto simbolico, è il rito della “pesatura” (in alcuni centri della Sicilia, esso ha mantenuto il suo significato originario) un asse di legno viene messo “in equilibrio” su di una delle due travi che servono a portare in spalla la vara col Santo, alle due estremità si pongono da un lato un bimbo/a, e dall’altro lato un sacco con del grano, riempito fino a quando il peso del grano raggiungerà il peso del bimbo/a, e quel grano verrà dato in dono al Santo, in realtà resta l’aspetto simbolico della procedura, la donazione viene ugualmente fatta al Santo, ma in cartamoneta.
P.S. La Madonna della Catena e San Leonardo liberavano dalle catene, queste in quanto tali, non sono solo fisiche, ci sono anche quelle psichiche, e forse sono le peggiori….
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We were founded as the First Baptist Church of West Palm Beach in 1901 when there were fewer than 1,000 people living in the city. A small group met first in a home, then in the city’s reading room and then in a donated building on Clematis Street. As the church grew, we changed location and acquired buildings and property to accommodate the growth. Our current downtown worship center was built in the year 1965. Over the years, buildings have come and gone but our church has reinvented herself to continue spreading the gospel in South Florida.
This mission is more important now than ever before. There are an estimated 1.4 million people in Palm Beach County and 96% of them remain unconnected to God and His church. When Pastor Jimmy Scroggins came as our Lead Pastor in 2008, he brought to us a vision to plant 100 neighborhood churches. We want to more effectively go out to reach people rather than expecting them to come to us.
We are growing as a multicultural, multigenerational and multisite church. The name “Family Church” incorporates this vision and has allowed us to plant campuses across Palm Beach County and beyond. Our church planting residency program trains bi-vocational campus pastors as well as other pastors and ministry leaders in areas such as worship, assimilation, adults, students, kids and operations. These men and women are planting churches all over South Florida—turning a vision into a reality.
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Commentary
This Benedictine Monastery and Abbey Church,
founded as early as 1018, reputedly by King Cnut,
served under Savignac and later Cistercian rule in medieval times.
It suffered the consequences of religious persecution in the 16th. Century, when the Dissolution of the Monasteries, by direction of King Henry VIII, saw it ransacked and ultimately demolished.
The site was bought by French Benedictine monks in the nineteenth century and dedicated to St. Mary. Not until 1907 did a re-build commence followed by consecration in 1932 and completion in 1938.
Prayer and worship is only one part of a monk’s daily life.
What always strikes me is how active they are in supporting their community and earning their keep.
Vegetables, honey, beeswax, pigs, cattle, wine, fudge, publications and many other products are sold near and far.
Monks built the building, help to maintain it,
designed stained-glass windows for new chapels,
farm the land, tend the gardens and benefit from the thousands of paying visitors that come to enjoy, this thriving, yet spiritually uplifting and inspirational place.
Indeed, healthy income enables continuous development.
For example a magnificent new pipe-organ, sourced from Italy, was successfully installed in 2017.
The vibrant, ongoing work of this highly committed
and faithful community is complemented by the incredible beauty of its setting.
Nestling as it does on the edge of Dartmoor, in the exquisite Dart Valley, where it is, and what it does, evokes the peace, solace, tranquillity of the spirit of God, to his honour and glory.
A thousand years, 1018-2018 is only the beginning!
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The cemetery of Taormina has something singular, it contains stories that you do not imagine, when I go to visit my dear departed, I invariably extend the tour "of visits" to the old part, with the various niches located on a long "outdoor tunnel" with tombstones arranged on two wings facing each other, narrow and high, where people, entire families, stories of lives suddenly broken ... because many of these people-families perished under the bombing of Allies of Taormina on 9 July 1943 (the day of the Patron Saint San Pancrazio, who, for not having prevented such bombings on his feast day, was punished for many years, and was no longer celebrated; only recently the recurrence as patron saint has returned); I then go to find the grave of the German photographer Baron Wilhelm von Gloeden, who lies not far from his studio assistant, the photographer Gaetano D’Agata, who was also my great-grandfather; but ... almost as if it were an act of devotion ... I always go, invariably to lay a bouquet of flowers on the tomb of a Jewish family (I also take my children there, they must know and remember): there lies a mother with his three children, they, at the end of the ultimatum of the racial laws in the fascist period, decided to take their own lives all together, closely tied with a rope between them ... in the waters of Taormina, in that of Mazzarò beach.
For several years now, on the occasion of the anniversary for "the day of remembrance" of January 27, I recall on Flickr the tragedy that struck this unfortunate family; until recently I knew nothing about them, except the facts that led to their death: they took all four of them rowing on a boat, until they reached the bay of Mazzarò, they all tied themselves together, they stones in the pockets to weigh themselves down, and thus tied, were thrown into the deep waters near a rock off the coast called "Scogghia Longa" (translated from the Sicilian, High Rock).
Finally, after much research, I was able to find traces of their past lives, it was enlightening to find an online article of the site
"NewSicilia.it", which I report here (in addition to the link), also reporting some discrepancies that appeared in the article on the names and surnames, because it would be necessary to understand who made the mistake, if in transcribing the article, or who recorded the names on the tombstone, for example on the tomb one reads "Lindenfeld Elconorr", while the article talks about "Lindelfeld Eleonor", even the surname is slightly different, where is the mistake?
here the article, the Autor is Aurora Circià:
"Taormina, racial laws and suicide at sea: the story of the Kuerschner family"
TAORMINA - The extreme choice of suicide to escape those who wanted to have the will to decide their death. This is what the Kuerschner family did 81 years ago.
It was March 11, 1939 when 73-year-old Eleonor Lindelfeld and her three children Arthur, Eugene and Renèe, rented a rowboat in Mazzarò to get away from the shore and, offshore, put an end to their lives. They did this by throwing themselves into the water together, weighing their clothes with stones to make sure they wouldn't come back to the surface.
The "fault" of the Kuerschner family? Being Jewish.
For a few weeks, mother and children had been guests in the Flora hotel in Taormina. They tried to escape the racial laws and escape the cruelty of the Nazi and Fascist regimes. Right in their room, following the discovery of the tragic act made by the four, the police at the time claimed to have found a letter according to which the mother and children would have chosen suicide because they were tired of life because they were alone and without friends. A version denied by the letter dated 2 March 1939, which Arthur, a radio journalist expelled from Nazi Germany, had sent to a dear friend, to whom he had entrusted the real reasons for the painful decision taken by the family: "Today the time has come: we all four we will die voluntarily-involuntarily. The deep sea will welcome us more kindly than all the high governments of the countries around us. We will fill our pockets with stones, so as not to return to the surface. Our decision was made half a year ago. It was made easier for us by the awareness of having always led an honest life and happy to work, sometimes crowned with successes and never having done any harm to anyone ”.
The Kuerschners had moved to Germany after the end of the First World War, which Arthur had fought with the rank of captain on the Italian front: a feat that had earned him decorations and medals. In Berlin, having become a German citizen, Arthur had held an official role in the government radio station for 15 years. His life and that of his whole family were, however, turned upside down by the arrival of Adolf Hitler. Racial hatred, in fact, forced them to move to Austria, where they obtained citizenship. In 1938, however, the Austrian country also came under the aegis of the Nazi leader. It was at that point that the Hungarian Jewish family retreated to Italy, where Eugene had already found a job, active in the world of German cinema until the advent of Hitler.
In Italy, Eugene worked as a producer and supervisor on two films: “But it's not a serious thing” (1936), directed by Mario Camerini and the screenplay by Ercole Pattie and Mario Soldati, with Assia Noris and Vittorio De Sica; and “È tornato carnevale” (1937) directed by Raffaello Materazzo, with Armando Falconi and Mario Pisu.
Not even in Italy, however, the Kuerschner family was safe: the decree law of 7 September 1938 n.1381, in fact, provided that the foreign Jews present in the national territory would leave the country by 12 March 1939. It was thus that, on the eve of that ultimatum, mother and children put an end to their lives. The news of their tragic death was reported in the New York Times edition of March 23, 1939 by the Rome correspondent of the American newspaper.
Eleonor Lindelfeld, Arthur, Eugene and Renèe Kuerschner are buried in the non-Catholic section of the Taormina cemetery. On the plaque placed for their memory is engraved: “Under the rose garden we rest, we were placed there when the sad days correan for us poor Jews. We were welcomed to this golden island, we left our future at home. Tremendous is for the mother to choose death for himself and for her. The four of us went by boat, then one after the other we dived into the water. When they found us, the ropes still encircled the body ”.
post Scriptum
- the photo with the inscription "6,000,000 were few" I saw it made many years ago with a black spray can, next to the street name "alley of the Jews" of Taormina, when I was a 16 year old boy, the writing was from me made in post-production, to bring back what I saw in the image;
- see the story by Massimo Gramellini, Italian journalist, writer and TV presenter, who tells of what happens a few kilometers from the borders of Italy, of which I report the link (At 01:20:09 - on a total of the broadcast lasting 01:24:35 - Gramellini in memory of the "day of remembrance of January 27", to remember the victims of the Shoa: Gramellini tells of a tragic event (an event that is a symbol of who knows what unknown tragedies) 400 km from the border Italian, happened to "Ali the crazy".
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Il cimitero di Taormina ha qualcosa di singolare, vi sono racchiuse al suo interno storie che non ti immagini, quando vado a trovare i miei cari defunti, immancabilmente allargo il giro “delle visite” alla parte vecchia, coi vari loculi situati su di un lungo "tunnel all'aperto" con le lapidi disposte su due ali tra loro affacciate, strette ed alte, ove giacciono persone, intere famiglie, storie di vite spezzate all'improvviso...perchè moltissime di queste persone-famiglie perirono sotto i bombardamenti avvenuti a Taormina, da parte degli aerei Alleati, il 9 luglio 1943 (giorno del Santo Patrono San Pancrazio, il quale santo, per non aver impedito, proprio il giorno della sua festa tali bombardamenti, per tantissimi anni fu messo in castigo, e non fu più festeggiato; solo da poco si è tornati a celebrarne la ricorrenza come Santo Patrono); vado poi a trovare la tomba del fotografo tedesco, il barone Wilhelm von Gloeden, che giace a poca distanza dalla tomba del suo aiutante di studio, il fotografo siciliano Gaetano D’Agata, il quale era pure il mio bisnonno; ma…quasi fosse un atto di devozione...vado sempre, immancabilmente a deporre un mazzolino di fiori sulla tomba di una famiglia di ebrei (ci porto anche i miei figli, loro devono sapere, e ricordare): li giace una madre insieme ai suoi tre figli, essi, allo scadere dell'ultimatum delle leggi razziali nel periodo fascista, decisero di togliersi la vita tutti insieme, strettamente legati con una corda tra loro... nelle acque di Taormina, in quel di Mazzarò.
Sono diversi anni che, in occasione della ricorrenza per “il giorno della memoria” del 27 gennaio, rievoco su Flickr la tragedia che colpì questa sventurata famiglia; fino a poco tempo fa nulla sapevo di loro, tranne i fatti che portarono alla loro morte: si portarono tutti e quattro remando su di una barca, fino a giungere al largo della baia di Mazzarò, si legarono tutti tra di loro, si misero delle pietre nelle tasche per appesantirsi, e così legati, si gettarono nelle profonde acque in prossimità di uno scoglio al largo detto "Scogghia Longa" (trad. dal siciliano, Scoglio Alto).
Finalmente, dopo tante ricerche, sono riuscito a trovare traccia delle loro vite passate, illuminante è stato trovare un articolo online del sito "NewSicilia.it", che qui riporto integralmente (oltre al link), riportando anche alcune discrepanze apparse sull'articolo sui nomi e cognomi, perchè sarebbe da capire chi ha commesso l'errore, se nel trascrivere l'articolo, o chi ha inciso i nomi sulla lapide, ad esempio sulla tomba si legge "Lindenfeld Elconorr", mentre nell'articolo si parla di "Lindelfeld Eleonor", anche il cognome dei figli è lievemente differente, dove sta l'errore?
qui l'articolo, la cui Autrice è Aurora Circià :
“Taormina, le leggi razziali e il suicidio in mare: la storia della famiglia Kuerschner”
TAORMINA – La scelta estrema del suicidio per sottrarsi a chi voleva avere l’arbitrio di decidere della loro morte. È quella che 81 anni fa fece la famiglia Kuerschner.
Era l’11 marzo del 1939 quando la 73enne Eleonor Lindelfeld e i tre figli Arthur, Eugene e Renèe, affittarono una barca a remi a Mazzarò per allontanarsi dalla riva e, al largo, porre fine alle loro vite. Lo fecero gettandosi in acqua insieme, appesantendo i propri vestiti con delle pietre per assicurarsi che non sarebbero tornati in superficie.
La “colpa” della famiglia Kuerschner? Essere ebrea.
Da qualche settimana madre e figli erano ospiti nell’albergo taorminese Flora. Cercavano di sfuggire alle leggi razziali e sottrarsi alla crudeltà dei regimi nazista e fascista. Proprio nella loro stanza, in seguito alla scoperta del tragico gesto compiuto dai quattro, la polizia all’epoca sostenne di aver trovato una lettera secondo la quale la madre e figli avrebbero scelto il suicidio in quanto stanchi della vita perché soli e senza amici. Una versione smentita dalla lettera datata 2 marzo 1939, che Arthur, giornalista radiofonico espulso dalla Germania nazista, aveva inviato a un caro amico, al quale aveva affidato i reali motivi della dolorosa decisione presa dalla famiglia: “Oggi è arrivato il momento: noi tutti quattro moriremo volontariamente-involontariamente. Il mare profondo ci accoglierà in maniera più gentile che tutti gli alti governi dei paesi che ci circondano. Riempiremo le nostre tasche con pietre, per non ritornare più a galla. La nostra decisione è stata presa già mezzo anno fa. Ci è stata resa più semplice dalla coscienza di aver fatto una vita sempre onesta e contenti di lavorare, a volte coronata anche da successi e di non aver mai fatto a nessuno del male”.
I Kuerschner si erano trasferiti in Germania dopo la fine della Prima Guerra Mondiale, che Arthur aveva combattuto col grado di capitano sul fronte italiano: un’impresa che gli era valsa decorazioni e medaglie. A Berlino, diventato cittadino tedesco, Arthur aveva ricoperto per 15 anni un ruolo ufficiale nella stazione radiofonica governativa. La sua vita e quella di tutta la sua famiglia venne, però, stravolta dall’arrivo al potere di Adolf Hitler. L’odio razziale, infatti, li costrinse a trasferirsi in Austria, dove ottennero la cittadinanza. Nel 1938, però, anche il Paese austriaco finì sotto l’egida del capo nazista. Fu a quel punto che la famiglia ebrea ungherese ripiegò in Italia, dove aveva già trovato lavoro Eugene, attivo nel mondo del cinema tedesco fino all’avvento di Hitler.
Nel Bel Paese Eugene lavorò come produttore e supervisore a due film: “Ma non è una cosa seria” (1936), per la regia di Mario Camerini e la sceneggiatura di Ercole Pattie e Mario Soldati, con Assia Noris e Vittorio De Sica; ed “È tornato carnevale” (1937) diretto da Raffaello Materazzo, con Armando Falconi e Mario Pisu.
Nemmeno in Italia, però, la famiglia Kuerschner era al sicuro: il decreto legge del 7 settembre 1938 n.1381, infatti, prevedeva che gli ebrei stranieri presenti sul territorio nazionale abbandonassero il Paese entro il 12 marzo 1939. Fu così che, alla vigilia di quell’ultimatum, madre e figli misero fine alle loro vite. La notizia del loro tragico decesso venne riportata nell’edizione del New York Times del 23 marzo 1939 dal corrispondente da Roma del giornale americano.
Eleonor Lindelfeld, Arthur, Eugene e Renèe Kuerschner sono sepolti nella sezione acattolica del cimitero di Taormina. Sulla lapide posta per la loro memoria è inciso: “Sotto il roseto noi riposiamo, posti vi fummo quando i giorni tristi correan per noi miseri ebrei. Fummo accolti in quest’isola dorata, lasciammo in patria il nostro avvenire. Tremendo è per la madre sceglier la morte per sé e per i figli. In barca tutti e quattro andammo, poi uno dietro l’altro in acqua ci tuffammo. Quando ci ritrovarono, le corde ancora il corpo ci cingevano”.
Post Scriptum:
- la foto con la scritta "6.000.000 sono stati pochi" io la vidi molti anni fa, realizzata con una bomboletta spray nera, accanto il nome della via "vico ebrei" di Taormina, quando ero un ragazzino forse di 16 anni, la scritta è stata da me realizzata in post-produzione, per riportare in immagine quello che io vidi;
- vedi il racconto di Massimo Gramellini, giornalista, scrittore e conduttore televisivo italiano, che racconta di ciò che avviene a pochi chilometri dalle frontiere dell'Italia, del quale riporto il link (alla ora 01:20:09 - su di un totale della trasmissione della durata di 01:24:35 - Gramellini in ricordo della “giornata della memoria del 27 gennaio”, per ricordare le vittime della Shoa: Gramellini racconta un tragico evento (avvenimento simbolo di chissà quali tragedie non conosciute) a 400 km dal confine Italiano, accaduto ad “Alì il pazzo”.
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below a series of links, which refer to what I reported in the caption:
Massimo Gramellini: Le parole della settimana
Puntata del 23/01/2021 (da Rai Play):
www.raiplay.it/video/2021/01/Le-parole-della-settimana---...
- the journalist, writer, Massimo Gramellini tells of Ali il Pazzo's attempted escape to Italy, he will die from the wickedness suffered:
www.raiplay.it/video/2021/01/Le-parole-della-settimana---...
- the article, finally illuminating for me, searched for years without results, which shed light on who was the Jewish family that committed suicide in Taormina (autor, Aurora Circià):
newsicilia.it/messina/cultura/taormina-le-leggi-razziali-...
www.academia.edu/41751608/Taormina_le_Anti-Jewish_Reading...
www.prefettura.it/FILES/AllegatiPag/1157/pannelli_mostra.pdf
www.vaitaormina.com/taormina-longo-classe-1923-bombardame...
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qui sotto una serie di link, che fanno riferimento a quanto riportato da me in didascalia:
Massimo Gramellini: Le parole della settimana
Puntata del 23/01/2021 (da Rai Play):
www.raiplay.it/video/2021/01/Le-parole-della-settimana---...
www.raiplay.it/video/2021/01/Le-parole-della-settimana---...
- il giornalista, scrittore, Massimo Gramellini racconta del tentativo di fuga in Italia di Alì il Pazzo, morirà per le cattiverie subite:
Massimo Gramellini, Le parole della settimana
Puntata del 23/01/2021
- l'articolo, finalmente per me illuminante, ricercato per anni senza risultati, che ha fatto chiarezza su chi fosse la famiglia ebrea che si suicidò a Taormina (autrice, la giornalista Aurora Circià):
newsicilia.it/messina/cultura/taormina-le-leggi-razziali-...
www.academia.edu/41751608/Taormina_le_Leggi_antiebraiche_...
www.prefettura.it/FILES/AllegatiPag/1157/pannelli_mostra.pdf
www.vaitaormina.com/taormina-longo-classe-1923-bombardame...
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Eugenen Kurschner worked as a producer and supervisor on two films, one is the film “But it's not a serious thing or "But It's Nothing Serious” (1936), here a link of clip of the film,
But It's Nothing Serious (Ma non è una cosa seria):
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Committed to long expired Kodak Ektar 25 using a Konica Autoreflex T3 and 50 mm f1.4 lens. Developed using a C-41 kit from Ars-Imago and scanned using an Epson V850 using Silverfast. Positive conversion, colour and levels done with Negative Lab Pro.
Committed to Rollei RPX 25 using a Mamiya 645 1000S and 80 mm f1.9 lens. Developed using Ars-Imago FD as per the Massive Dev chart and scanned with an Epson V850 using Silverfast. Positive conversion and contrast done with Negative Lab Pro.
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Il balcone della signora, Val Gargassa
Incamminandosi su un sentiero roccioso , ( la storia geologica di queste rocce risale al Giurassico, 192-135 M A , quando in questa zona c'era l'oceano Ligure Piemontese ), ad un certo punto ci si imbatte in pinnacoli rocciosi che hanno un'apertura verticale , denominata "il balcone della signora". Una leggenda narra che una nobildonna si suicidò buttandosi da quella rupe, perché il consorte alle Crociate l'aveva abbandonata per una giovane Musulmana. Così, quando soffia il vento in quella fessura, si produce un suono straziante, il lamento della sventurata...
The balcony of the lady
It is a vertical crack in the rock. The Legend says that a noblewoman committed suicide here , jumping into the void, because her husband, who left for the Crusades, abandoned her to stay with a young Muslim...The wind here produces a sound like a heartbraking lament
"Lord Jesus, may we your disciples be ever ready to lay down our lives in conformity to your will, to willingly suffer and die for you, that we may also share in your victory and glory."
Closer and Larger View On Black
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As with other Passenger Transport Executives upon their formation, SELNEC committed to orders of new buses made by their municipal forebears. Although no standard bus types had been yet decided upon by the PTE, these new buses assisted greatly in their modernisation plans.
6809 was one of fifteen (6802 - 6816) East Lancs bodied Leyland Atlanteans received by the PTE between December 1971 and March 1972. These buses were allocated to Bolton. A handful of these long-wheelbase buses went on to see further service after withdrawal, but 6809 was saved for posterity by the Bolton Bus Group. This vehicle is a lucky survivor from the period and remains with us to this day, restored to the near new state it is seen in here.
The image shows 6809 on Grecian Crescent, Bolton working the Great Lever Circular service on the 27th September 1972.
The scene is much altered, but part of the school still stands from behind where the people are standing. Today, the old school is used as a mosque, but the old chapel to the left of the picture is no more. In the distance can be seen a glimpse of the Robin Hood Mills, these also remain extant. However, the rest of the buildings in this view are long gone including the corner shop.
The open-sodium street lighting is worthy of note, Bolton using a lot of this kind of lighting in the post war period. These are Revo C9225 lanterns for use with 140w low-pressure sodium lamps and would have been installed in the late 1940s or early 1950s.
Photo - 27th September 1972.
Scanned from the original 35mm slide held in my archive.
View Large On Black to have a much better view...
Part 5 of the New Frontier series
As the title of this series suggests, I will use this series as my public playground for experimenting with new techniques and concepts trying to push my own limits...
Recurring subject will be long exposures.
Another experiment here. No not the colours, I have done some before and I have committed myself to post one colourphoto every week. But what happens if you expose the sun to its own light, for 30 seconds...
Technical info:
10 stops ND filter
f/11
ISO100
30s
Software:
Lightroom 2.0
PS CS3 - Color Efex Pro
Explore #135 April 2 2009
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Returned home to find that my monitor had committed suicide, presumably because of the unbearable heat. While I'm waiting for a replacement, I'm making due with an ancient 19' monitor that had been banished to the basement.
Summer vacation this year was a two-night trip to the Fujigoko area around Mt. Fuji. Given Tokyo's traffic, I always figured traveling by car would be a nightmare, but with the navigation system it was very easy to get around without worrying about bus and train schedules. We managed to get everywhere we wanted with nary a traffic jam.
The weather in Tokyo had been awful leading into our departure, and I was worried that we might arrive and not be able to see Mt. Fuji. On Monday there was no hint of Mt Fuji behind the heavy, low clouds. Happily, the clouds (but not the haze) cleared up a bit on Tuesday and quite a bit more on Wednesday. We were up at 4:00 a.m. on both days, hoping to get a beautiful sunrise. It was totally overcast on Tuesday morning so we went back to bed, but you could see a ghostly outline on Wednesday morning. We hopped in the car and drove to the other side of Lake Kawaguchi and spent an hour and a half watching the morning develop. It was a lovely, quiet, peaceful way to begin the day.
Name: Thomas Strong
Arrested for: not given
Arrested at: North Shields Police Station
Arrested on: 1 June 1906
Tyne and Wear Archives ref: DX1388-1-89-Thomas Strong
The Shields Daily News for 1 June 1906 reports:
“A SMART OFFICER. THEFT AT CHIRTON.
At North Shields Police Court today, Thos. Strong, miner, Chirton, was charged with having stolen from Mr Sisterton’s market garden at Chirton on the 26th ult. a quantity of rhubarb, value 1s, and further with having committed a similar theft this morning.
PC R. Askew stated that on the 26th ult., in consequence of a complaint received from Mr Sisterton, he went to the market garden kept by that gentleman. He examined some footprints in the garden and traced them to the fence, where he found a quantity of rhubarb leaves and a miner’s token bearing the number ‘34’. This morning at 4.20 witness was concealed in the garden and he saw the prisoner climb over the fence, go to the rhubarb bed and cut a bunch. Witness then came out of his place of concealment, and after a chase, caught the accused.
Upon searching him at the police station he found in his possession a number of tokens bearing the same number as the one he found in the garden on the 26th. He charged him with the theft on that date and he replied “Well, I will have to take the weight of it”. Mr Sisterton having given evidence as to the value of the stolen rhubarb, the accused, who had nothing to say, was fined 5s and costs on each charge, and ordered to pay 1s 3d, the value of the rhubarb”.
These images are a selection from an album of photographs of prisoners brought before the North Shields Police Court between 1902 and 1916 in the collection of Tyne & Wear Archives (TWA ref DX1388/1).
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Szczęsny committed suicide by immolation on 29th October 2017, in protest against the policies of Poland's ruling Law and Justice party....
This man has gone the extra mile beyond just wearing and carrying the flag with his face-paint job and Mohican wig.
I saw him in front of the National Theatre on the South Bank of the Thames, preparing with his daughter to watch the Diamond Jubilee Thames Pageant. He was by far the most spectacularly decorated of all the people we saw that day.
It would be nice if someone could tell me who he is so I can properly credit him!
Ford Explorer
The Town of Clifton Park is committed to ensuring the public safety and protecting the citizens and property of community. In addition to dedicated contract policing by the Saratoga County Sheriff’s Department and the New York State Police {Clifton Park Station} maintains a Town of Clifton Park Security Patrol.
Town Security Patrols cover town facilities – Buildings, Parks, Recreational / Sport Venues and residential neighbors to insure the public safety, protect public and private property. Town Security is responsible for the following items also –
Conducts speed checks on town roadways to ensure general compliance with posted speed limits,
Security Patrols days, evenings, weekends at various hours to meet residential needs and concerns,
Security / Code Enforcement Officers are responsible for the enforcement of all Town Codes and ordinances,
Enforces all Fire Lane and Handicapped Parking Laws,
Provides security and law presence at all Town Board, Committee Meetings, in the Justice Court and general public gatherings in Town Hall and Town Court located at the Town Public Safety Building,
Conducts “Vacation” home security checks to deter unlawful activity, upon written request of the homeowner, while away on vacation. Please See “Online Vacation Form”.
Traffic Control and Crossing Duties -
Assists the Shenendehowa Schools with Crossing Guard duties on busy highways,
Provide crossing duties for Town Sponsored events - Day Camp sites, civic events, Sports Tournaments, Parades, and / or town emergencies,
The Town of Clifton Park Security Department consists of 3 - Full Time Security Officers, 4 - Part-time Security Officers, 4 - Guards and 2 – Armed Court Officers and all Full Time, Part-time and Court Officers are New York State Certified Officers and all Public Safety Security Vehicles are fully radio equipped to interact with Saratoga County Sheriff’s Department or the New York State Police.
Source:
www.cliftonpark.org/index.php?option=com_content&view...
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Name: John T. Ingleson
Arrested for: not given
Arrested at: North Shields Police Station
Arrested on: 30 March 1915
Tyne and Wear Archives ref: DX1388-1-260-John T Ingleson
The Shields Daily News for 7 April 1915 reports:
“BREAKING AND ENTERING. SOLDIERS COMMITTED FOR TRIAL AT NORTH SHIELDS.
Frederick Jones (19) and John Thomas Ingleson (19), soldiers, stationed at Earsdon, were brought up on remand at North Shields today charged with breaking and entering on the 30th March a dwelling house, situated at 9 Lovaine Terrace and stealing 16 knives, a cruet, clock, pair of scissors, case of needles, silver tray and two salt cellars valued at £3 7s 6d the property of the executors of the late Thomas Williamson.
They were also charged with breaking and entering between 10pm on the 29th ult. and 7.45am on the 30th ult. a confectioner’s shop in Queen Alexandra Road and stealing two loaves of bread, valued at 7d, the property of Messrs Patterson and Reed.
George Anderson, a cashier, identified the goods as the property of the executors of the late Mr Williamson. PC John Dixon stated that at 2.50am on the 30th ult. he found a window broken at 9 Lovaine Terrace. He lifted the sash and upon shining his lamp around the room he saw Jones behind a bookcase and the other man crouching in a corner. Witness arrested defendants and on searching them at the police station found the goods mentioned in their possession…
Det.-Insp. said that on the morning of the 30th, from what Jones told him, he examined Messrs Patterson and Reed’s shop and found a large stone, which exactly fitted the break in the window. Afterwards witness jointly charged both men and Jones replied, “We did it” and Ingleson said, “I say the same”. When formally charged with the first offence Jones said, “We took them” and Ingleson said, “We wanted to get in there mostly to get some clothes”. Replying to the second charge, defendants both said they wanted something to eat. They were committed for trial at the Quarter Sessions and the magistrates complimented PC Dixon upon his smart capture. On the recommendation of Chief Constable Huish, the Watch Committee have granted the merit badge to PC Dixon.”
The Shields Daily News for 9 April 1915 reports:
“SHOP BREAKING BY SOLDIERS AT NORTH SHIELDS
Frederick Jones, 19, and John Thomas Ingleson, 19, privates in the Duke of Wellington’s First Riding Regiment, stationed at Earsdon, were charged with having broken into the unoccupied house of the late Mr Thomas Williamson, Lovaine House, Lovaine Terrace, North Shields on March 30 and with having stolen various goods, valued at £3 7s 6d. They were also charged with the theft of two loaves of bread from the confectionery shop of Messrs Patterson and Reed at North Shields on the same date. Accused pleaded guilty.
An officer from the prisoners’ regiment said they were indifferent soldiers, because they had repeatedly absented themselves without leave. The officer knew nothing about the men’s records and said that was a matter that was not very carefully gone into at this time.
The Chairman said he observed from the depositions taken at the police court that Jones said, “We wanted money and clothes. I have soldiered for six months for a shilling. I got 90 days pay stopped.”
The officer said it was true that Jones had lost a great deal of his pay but that was for absenting himself from his regiment. The balance of the account was on the other side.
Jones, who was convicted of wilful damage at Dublin in May last, was sentenced to six months’ imprisonment with hard labour on each charge, to run concurrently. Ingleson was sentenced to four months imprisonment with hard labour”.
These images are taken from an album of photographs of prisoners brought before the North Shields Police Court between 1902 and 1916 (TWAM ref. DX1388/1). This set is our selection of the best mugshots taken during the First World War. They have been chosen because of the sharpness and general quality of the images. The album doesn’t record the details of each prisoner’s crimes, just their names and dates of arrest.
In order to discover the stories behind the mugshots, staff from Tyne & Wear Archives & Museums visited North Shields Local Studies Library where they carefully searched through microfilm copies of the ‘Shields Daily News’ looking for newspaper reports of the court cases. The newspaper reports have been transcribed and added below each mugshot.
Combining these two separate records gives us a fascinating insight into life on the Home Front during the First World War. These images document the lives of people of different ages and backgrounds, both civilians and soldiers. Our purpose here is not to judge them but simply to reflect the realities of their time.
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took the boys on a little holiday, we stayed in a pet friendly holiday house with loads of beaches within minutes in any direction!
it wasn't as weather-friendly as I'd hoped, the rain has been following me, but it was at least warmer :-)
Saxon is a strong swimmer, here in the midst of some small swirling waves.
Let me start with the notion here:
“Seek the wisdom that will untie your knot. Seek the path that demands your whole being” - Rumi
There's a difference between interest and commitment. When you're interested in doing something, you do it only when circumstances permit. When you're committed to something, you accept no excuses, only results.
Each of us has a purpose in life whether we're aware of what that purpose is or not. Once you begin to make clear decisions about discovering and understanding your mission and purpose and fulfilling that purpose, and then follow through on your decisions by taking appropriate and consistent action, your subconscious mind will start to “freak out”. Forms of fear, doubt and worry will arise to hold you back and keep you where you are, where there is "the known", the familiar, your comfort zone. This “freak out” is a mechanism of your subconscious mind to keep you “safe”; it's completely normal and par for the course, but these thoughts and beliefs do not serve you and your purpose or the world because they often keep you from moving forward.
If you are feeling any resistance to moving forward, your limiting beliefs are attempting to hold you back from stepping into the power and glory of Who you really are and what you're here to do. Until you can break free from these beliefs, you will be using much of your energy to counteract those beliefs and you'll never be completely open to allow Spirit to work through you. As a result, life and work will always take hard work to succeed. Yet, when we uncover and disarm these beliefs, the horizon opens up and the wind is at our back making the road ahead much easier.
Taken: Driving through Upper Kaghan Valley, Between Burawai & Jalkhad, Pakistan.
;-) Texto en castellano mas abajo ;-)
Excuse me the many mistakes that sure I have committed in the translation, I hope that it is understood regardless!
Development of the trilogy blog – pride – persons.
The second part of this trilogy that I dedicate to explain, and to explain myself, because I use the captions (feet) of my photos as if they were my personal blog. This time I will comment because I feel proud, basing on my concept of person that I exposed in the first photo of the trilogy.
I am a heterosexual crossdresser girl. It is a fact … but, what does it means? If I you tell the truth, I don´t know it with certainty. It seems as if every crossdresser girl had her own definition … probably because there are many branches inside the crossdress … but this it is another theme. I suppose that to the others happen like to me, I am ashamed instinctively of this facet of my life, it is something cultural, the image of the "transvestite" is at least ridiculous, laughable, even I fall down in it without thinking it. It is like if it was so unnatural, so out of place, so incomprehensibly … why a sane man, that considers himself as man, would try to pass off as a woman?... And this it is the nice image, also there is the vicious image, in which you are a disgusting pervert which who know how many more barbarities will do. It is not to feel very proud … not. But the reason wins to the instinct, I am a person, and as such I have reasoning and feelings, and they say to me that this it is not the reality, it is not my reality. Maybe it is a parafilia, as some people say, or maybe it is the aptitude to overcome the assigned role and experiencing positive sensations that are denied to us without reason. I do not have answers, disease or quality, I don´t know, but I know that I do not have motives for which to be ashamed. I am a person, with multiple characteristics, but none of them defines me lonely and to be a crossdresser girl is not the exception, only it is a small part of me. Globally I am not discontented with me, do not understand me badly, I should improve very much as person, but if tomorrow I would die and I would have to give account for my life and for what I am, I believe that I would go out in peace, and it is a motive of pride. The global pride like person, to feel yourself well with total honesty is what really matters. And the pride for the different characteristics that I have? It is a different pride, with different purposes, bad some as arrogance, and other more positive as the reaffirmation. The pride that I feel for be a crossdress girl is of this type. If the things were as they should be, surely I would not feel proud for it, would be another characteristic more as to have small foot or the dark eyes. But unfortunately the things are not like that, and some groups have had to use pride as method of defense, as reaffirmation against discriminations and injustices.The example most clear is the homosexuality. I am hetero and it allows me to see the situation from out, impartially, and I believe that they do very well in feeling proud, because understandable better or worse, what harm do it?, why to make to feel badly to a person for a quality that goes implicit in that person?... My crossdress does not harm anybody either and though I can give up practising it, it is not anything that could make disappear of me, as I cannot change my liking or my way of being, it is a part of my intimate self. So, if I see it good for the others, why not for me?
I look around and see so many motives for what the people should be ashamed, so many attitudes, so many actions that cause so much harm … And later I look at me, being ashamed instinctively for wearing a dress or for feeling feminine … Not … I refuse to accept it, it is possible that in the moment I could not avoid the instinct, but I refuse to accept consciously a shame that does not correspond to me, because of it I am proud! This one is not an allegation in order that we all go out to the light and feel us superproud (though it would be very well also I understand that it is very difficult and dangerous), it is for feeling us well with ourselves and we do not torture psychologically ourselves without motive. The crossdress makes me feel good, and when I dress and look at the mirror, there goes out for me a smile of satisfaction and pride. I am proud!!
Desarrollo de la trilogía blog-orgullo-personas.
Segunda parte de esta trilogía que dedico a explicar, y a explicarme a mi misma de paso, el porque utilizo los pies de fotos como si fueran mi blog personal. Esta vez os comentaré porqué me siento orgullosa, basándome en mi concepto de persona que expuse en la primera foto de la trilogía.
Soy una chica crossdresser heterosexual. Es un hecho… pero, ¿que significa eso? Si os digo la verdad, ni yo misma lo se con seguridad. Parece como si cada chica cd tuviera su propia definición… quizás porque hay muchísimas ramas dentro del crossdress… pero ese es otro tema. Supongo que a las demás os pasará como a mí, me avergüenzo instintivamente de esta faceta de mi vida, es algo cultural, la imagen del “travesti” es como mínimo ridícula, risible, yo misma caigo en eso sin pensarlo. Es como si fuera tan antinatural, tan fuera de lugar, tan incomprensible… ¿por que un hombre cuerdo, que se considera hombre, intentaría pasar por mujer?... Y esa es la imagen amable, también está la imagen viciosa, en la que eres un pervertido asqueroso que ha saber que barbaridades mas hará. No es para sentirse muy orgullosa… no. Pero la razón vence al instinto, soy una persona, y como tal tengo razonamiento y sentimientos, y ellos me dicen que esa no es la realidad, no es mi realidad. Quizás se trate de una parafilia como dicen algunos, o quizás sea la capacidad de superar el rol asignado y experimentar sensaciones positivas que nos son negadas sin razón. No tengo respuestas, enfermedad o cualidad, no lo se, lo que si se es que no tengo motivos por los que avergonzarme. Soy una persona, con múltiples características, pero ninguna de ellas me define por si sola y ser una chica cross no es la excepción, solo es una pequeña parte de mi. Globalmente no estoy descontenta de mi misma, no me entendáis mal, debería de mejorar muchísimo como persona, pero si mañana muriera y tuviera que rendir cuentas sobre mi vida y lo que soy, creo que saldría en paz, y eso es motivo de orgullo. El orgullo global como persona, el sentirse bien con una misma de forma totalmente sincera es lo que realmente importa. ¿Y el orgullo por las diferentes características que tengo? Ese es un orgullo distinto, con distintas finalidades, algunas malas como la soberbia, y otras mas positivas como la reafirmación. El orgullo que siento por ser una chica crossdress es de este tipo. Si las cosas fueran como deberían de ser, seguramente no me sentiría orgullosa por ello, sería otra característica mas como el tener los pies pequeños o los ojos negros. Pero desgraciadamente las cosas no son así, y algunos colectivos han tenido que tirar de orgullo como método de defensa, como reafirmación ante discriminaciones e injusticias. El ejemplo mas claro de esto es la homosexualidad. Yo soy hetero y eso me permite ver la situación desde fuera, imparcialmente, y creo que hacen muy bien en sentirse orgullosos, porque se entienda mejor o peor, ¿que mal hacen a nadie?, ¿por que hacer sentir mal a una persona por una cualidad que va implícita en ella?... Mi crossdress tampoco hace mal a nadie y aunque puedo renunciar a practicarlo, no es algo que pueda hacer desaparecer de mí, al igual que no puedo cambiar mis gustos o mi forma de ser, es parte de mi yo íntimo. Así que si lo veo bien para los demás, ¿por que no para mí?
Miro alrededor y veo tantos motivos por lo que la gente debería avergonzarse, tantas actitudes, tantas acciones que hacen tanto mal… Y después me miro a mí, avergonzándome instintivamente por ponerme un vestido o por sentirme femenina… No… no lo acepto, puede que en el momento no pueda evitar el instinto, pero me niego a aceptar conscientemente una vergüenza que no me corresponde, ¡por eso estoy orgullosa! Este no es un alegato para que salgamos todas a la luz y nos sintamos superorgullosas (aunque eso estaría muy bien también entiendo que es muy difícil y peligroso), sino para que nos sintamos bien con nosotras mismas y no nos martiricemos psicológicamente sin motivo. El crossdress me hace sentir bien, y cuando me visto y me miro al espejo, me sale una sonrisa de satisfacción y orgullo. ¡¡Estoy orgullosa!!
PS: Si quieres ver un video con este look (If you want see a video with this look):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9GHQJ03rBJg
Si quieres ver una versión reducida en Flickrs (If you want see a small version in Flickrs):
www.flickr.com/photos/61410455@N08/6319457850/in/photostream
Our burning bush got too large for it's space and we had to get rid of it. Last summer we bought a tiny new one and planted it in a space where it can grow to its heart content. During the winter we discovered the rabbits were enjoying this tender new plant a little too much! Fortunately, it looks like it's going to be resilient and continue to grow despite the major crime committed by the neighborhood bunnies. :)
Rekha Basu Seattle Times
When is an apology a heartfelt effort to make things right, and when is it motivated by self-interest, a formality necessary to complete a deal? And how much difference should that make to the wronged party?
These questions are being appropriately raised since Japanese Prime Minister Shinzo Abe on Monday apologized to the government of South Korea for the Japanese military’s use of South Korean “comfort women” during Japan’s occupation from 1932 to 1945. As further restitution, Japan will pay $8.3 million to a foundation to be established by South Korea for services to surviving victims. There are reported to be between 46 and 53 in that country.
“Comfort women” is a feel-good term used for the as many as 200,000 Asian and Dutch women and girls who befell various terrors during World War II. Some as young as 12 were captured or lured with false promises of factory work or other employment in their homelands of China, Indonesia (then a Dutch colony), the Philippines and North and South Korea. They were sent to brothels to provide sexual services to Japanese soldiers and held for months or even years.
The practice only became public in 1991, when a Korean survivor disclosed her experience. At first the Japanese government denied it. Then, in 1993, it apologized and paid some donated money to South Korea. It said an investigation had confirmed Japan’s military had recruited Asian and European women to work in army brothels during World War II and kept them captive. It said private recruiters had often been used, but in some cases “administrative personnel directly took part in the recruitment.”
But that apology didn’t satisfy survivors, who have staged weekly protests for 22 years in front of the Japanese embassy in South Korea’s capital, Seoul. Later, Abe was pressured by Japan’s conservatives, who suggested there was no forcible recruitment, to review the evidence and rescind the apology. During a visit to the United States in April, Abe disappointed survivors by not mentioning the topic in a speech to Congress. He was confronted by protesters. South Korean President Park Geun-hye urged Japan to address the matter and refused to meet with Abe on regional issues.
Some Japanese nationals continue to deny “comfort women” were forced or coerced, saying they were prostitutes. It took pressure from the United States to bring about this week’s announcement. President Obama urged Japan and South Korea — its closest allies in the region — to resolve the dispute so the countries can put up a united front against China and North Korea.
In Seoul on Monday, Japanese Foreign Minister Fumio Kishida said Abe “expresses anew sincere apologies and remorse from the bottom of his heart to all those who suffered immeasurable pain and incurable physical and psychological wounds as ‘comfort women.’” Abe later called Park to apologize, and she called for a new era of trust between the countries.
But some critics still don’t consider the apology enough. Mira Yusef, who founded and runs Monsoon: United Asian Women of Iowa, a sexual assault and domestic violence prevention organization, said, “The ones on top (government leaders) are making those decisions. Survivors didn’t even have a say in it.”
Yusef says it’s not even clear South Korea’s survivors will get the money. Most did not marry; they were too stigmatized, she says. Many suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder and many could never have sex or bear children because of physical abuses. Some committed suicide.
In a project called Comfort Women Wanted, Korean-born artist Chang-Jin Lee interviewed survivors and witnesses on camera.
In the interviews, a former Japanese soldier said women were required to have sex with 50 to 100 soldiers a day. A Korean woman spoke of being kidnapped at 15 and taken to a brothel. A Dutch woman in Indonesia recalled being lined up with other girls 18 and older, loaded onto trucks as their watching mothers screamed, and taken to a brothel. A Filipina woman said she was kidnapped by Japanese soldiers at a market with her grandmother at 14, and both were forced into sexual slavery. An 81-year-old Indonesian woman described how it went: “The soldiers came in one by one. This was not work, this was an assault. It hurt me inside. Some of the men beat me. It hurt my heart. I hated being treated like that.”
There are 70 former “comfort women” in the Philippines, but to date, they’ve received no compensation or apology, according to Yusef, who is from that country. Neither have survivors in other countries.
Monday’s agreement calls for South Korea and Japan to no longer criticize each other over the issue. It has South Korea agreeing to remove a statue in front of the Japanese embassy in tribute to the “comfort women.” Abe told reporters the agreement was made to stop future generations from having to keep apologizing.
Yusef believes in forgiveness, but not this way. She wants Japan’s treatment of “comfort women” to be remembered and taught as a stain on Japan’s history — not whitewashed or buried.
Nothing can make up for the women’s lost years, or the humiliation, brutality and fear they suffered. But since perpetrators will never be brought to justice, Japan could show its sincerity by erecting its own monuments to those wronged, by refuting the deniers, and by repeating George Santayana’s famous line: Those who cannot learn from the past are condemned to repeat it.
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Okay! None of you asked for it but here it is! My thoughts on SHAZAM The Movie :)
Holy freaking cow! They did it! DC actually made my boy Billy B his own movie and it wasn’t absolute trash! :D
YEAH!
I absolutely loved it! If this is the road DC is going down, I’m all in! Bring on Hoppy The Marvel Bunny! Give me Uncle Marvel! I want it all! :P
Wow! They committed to the corny-ness of Captain Marvel but it wasn’t cheesy! They poked fun at how ridiculous it all was and put a lantern on the cheesiness and the dumb costume and the magic and the goofy nature of it all and it was perfect! :P
Plus I’ve got to give them credit for is that WB stuck to their guns and put this in the DCEU. Billy Batson and Jared Leto Joker are in the same universe and that’s just bonkers to me! :P
And I gotta say, Asher Angel’s “SHAZAM” has to be one of the best so far! He belts that magic word like there’s no tomorrow and I freaking loved it!
Also can we talk about Jack Dylan Grazer’s facial acting for a second? That kid is so expressive and he played Freddy so well! I gotta wonder though how he managed to get all of his fan gear though. Like does Aquaman have a PR guy in Philly that screen prints t-shirt’s for him? Do toy companies in the DCEU make replicas of throwing stars from all the other murderous vigilantes in the world?
Also can someone explain to me how Batman and Superman (two majorly controversial political figures in BvS) are now your average kids toy? Batman branded people like cattle and burned people alive! Superman destroyed a city and then got stabbed by cave troll! I find that they’re now a kids play thing much harder to believe than the magic doofus in red tights and a cape :P
Okay sorry, back on topic!
In a similar complaint I had with Aquaman, I feel like the pacing for the movie could have been a little better though. It wasn’t as bad as Aquaman clearly, but they could have cut some of the contrived Sivana origin stuff maybe, but I don’t know. Those scenes still had a purpose in the end so yeah it's a toss up.
I’ve read the New 52 book cover to cover on multiple occasions so where some of the story fluffing came in to play it felt jarring. It was inevitable to fill in the gaps and simplify the narrative but it still bugged me a little though.
Also, I really had a hard time buying the baby Billy scenes and his Mom. I get why they were there, but like, did they need to be? Like a few lines of dialogue would have also been fine, but I guess that final scene with his Mom was one of those pivotal points in the story too so I get it. It’s just that plot thread with his Mom may have been the weakest of the bunch but it was a necessary one. But naming her CC Batson was nice touch! :)
The rock of eternity set was incredible! From the Sins along the wall, to the big dumb lighting bolt poster! It wasn’t a kitschy/artsy version of the batcave or a spaceship fortress of solitude. It was the real deal! :D
And they freaking did Mister mind!!!! Oh my gosh!
Again, I need to reiterate that Will Smith’s Deadshot and Mister Mind now exist in the same universe what the actual heck! :P
Oh and I enjoyed the workaround when The Wizard referred to Black Adam and his people as just “The First Champion”. It worked and got the point across in a nice tidy way without saying “Hey remember like five years ago when we said we’d maybe kinda sorta cast Dwayne as The Reverse Shazam someday never?! ...uh yeah we’re not talking about that right now... he’s too busy hanging out with Jason and some other bald muscle-y fellas or like being a zoo keeper for a wolf with wings or something… yeah… we don’t know either...”
Can I say though, they made some bold choices with Dr Sivana! The dude is a super genius, so of course he’d find a way back to The Rock of Eternity! It was another neat work around from the source material for him to go head to head with The Wizard like that. Also this squeaky-clean glam and broody Sivana gave me the vibe that he belonged in a band and was “too cool for you” all the time.
I mean if we were to go comic book accurate Sivana, I still think either Wallace Shawn or Danny Devito would could have played him perfectly tbh, but over all, Mark Strong made an interesting new version out of him that I don’t really mind (though I still like his Sinestro WAAAAAY better!)
Another thing I really enjoyed about the movie was how the humor didn’t feel forced. It came up in good moments and didn’t kill the drama with quips, or wasn’t over saturated by lovey adored and never irritating topical 80s references.
“Stupid adult hands!” Loved it! :P
I also liked how they managed to squeeze in classic Batson phrases in an almost cynical way! Like bratty Billy would totally say Gee Whiz and Golly Mister ironically! It made so much sense and worked really well in execution!
Like yeah man... this movie just felt nice. Like it felt like what all these movies are trying to feel like. It was fun and emotional but dumb and also it new it was dumb but it still played with the genre in a fresh way. Here’s hoping we can get an appearance from Bulletman or some other Fawcett characters in the sequel :P
I know this ‘review’ was bit all over the shop but these are just the things I was thinking and I wanted to share them with you all! Plus, I’m just proud that one of my favorite superheroes got the best movie he could have gotten and that’s pretty great :)
ALSO HIS NAME IS CAPTAIN MARVEL AND I’LL FIGHT ANYONE WHO DISAGREES WITH ME! I MEAN IT’S THE CAPTAIN MARVEL FAMILY FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! THEN THERE’S CAPTAIN MARVEL JR AND MARY MARVEL AND UNCLE MARVEL! I MEAN UNCLE SHAZAM SOUNDS JUST AS DUMB BUT LIKE COME ON! THIS IS ANOTHER REASON WHY I HATE THE NEW 52 SO DARN MUCH! I MEAN FOR CRYING OUT LOUD BECK NAMED THE WIZARD SHAZAM! HE CALLS UPON HIM FOR THE POWERS OF HIS MAGIC! LIKE HOW WOULD BILLY EVEN INTRODUCE HIMSELF TO ANYONE EVER LIKE I MEAN COME ON DID ANYONE THINK THIS THROUGH?! BILLY BATSON IS AND WILL ALWAYS BE CAPTAIN MARVEL AND YOUR WRONG IF YOU TRY TO CORRECT PEOPLE ON THE INTERNET LIKE ME… oh wait
Okay I’m done. Review’s over! Go home!
SHAZAM! :D
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Teacher, journalist, committed Christian, and first Secretary General of the African National Congress, Sol Plaatje (1876-1932) cycled around South Africa with a typewriter to document the devastating impact of the 1913 Land Act, which saw Black landowners dispossessed overnight in most of South Africa.
He is memorialised here at the Long March to Freedom exhibition at the Cradle of Humankind World Heritage Site in Maropeng, 55 km north west of Johannesburg. The Long March to Freedom consists of almost 100 life-sized bronze statues of people who resisted colonialism and apartheid from the 17th Century to the late 20th Century. It is said to be the largest exhibition of representational bronze sculptures anywhere in the world.
Committed to Ferrania P30 using a Leica M3 and 50 mm Summicron dual-range lens. Developed using Ars-Imago R9 (rodinal) 1:99 in a semi-stand process for 80 minutes and scanned with an Epson V850 using Silverfast. Positive conversion and contrast done with Negative Lab Pro.
Committed to Lomography Babylon using a Leica M3 and 50 mm Summicron dual-range lens. Developed using Ars-Imago R9 (rodinal) 1:99 in a semi-stand process for 80 minutes and scanned with an Epson V850 using Silverfast. Positive conversion and contrast done with Negative Lab Pro.
Name: Reginald Stains alias Brown
Arrested for: not given
Arrested at: North Shields
Arrested on: 4 December 1915
Tyne and Wear Archives ref: DX1388-1-262-Reginald Stains AKA Brown
The Shields Daily News for 15 December 1915 reports:
“NORTH SHIELDS FALSE PRETENCES CASE. ACCUSED COMMITTED FOR TRIAL.
Reginald Ashley Staines (30), chief steward, of 23 Milton Terrace, was brought up on remand at North Shields today, charged with having obtained by false pretences on the 22nd Nov. from Joseph Randell, the sum of £15 and on the 23rd ult. a further sum of £7 from Joseph Randell and Ed. Perris and on the same date in a like manner, the sum of £5 from William Manson Bews, with intent to cheat and defraud. Mr Frankham of Newcastle defended.
Joseph Randell of 40 Drummond Terrace stated that in the early part of November last defendant came to his shop and made reference to some previous groceries and wanted to open an account. On the 22nd October he ordered goods to be sent on board his ship. On the 22nd Nov. he wanted to cash a cheque for £15. He said he had got married and wanted to go to Liverpool and witness gave him the £15. Next day he again came to the shop and asked witness to cash another cheque for £7 and he said he would send his account from Liverpool in settlement for some goods. Witness cashed the cheque. He presented the cheques on the 22nd and 23rd Nov. and they were returned on the 24th and 25th.
Mr Frankham: Defendant has had other dealings with you for groceries and provision? – Yes.
Mr Frankham: Have you cashed other cheques for him? One, for £10, which was honoured.
Mr Frankham: If he had asked for the loan of a certain sum, would you have give him it? – No.
Mr Frankham: He never attempted to conceal where he was going to? – No.
Mr Frankham: You made no effort to get in touch with him? – Yes. Mr Perris went to his mother’s and could not get his address.
William Manson Bews, a tailor residing in Linskill Terrace, said that on the 23rd October the defendant came to his shop and ordered a frock suit, a jack suit, a double-breasted suit and a cap. He was dressed in a naval uniform and said the things had to be delivered to the Northumberland Arms. On the 22nd November he again came to the shop and asked for his account. He told witness he was a little short of cash. Witness gave him £5 and the defendant made out a cheque for £22 12s, in payment of the clothes and the money. The cheque was presented at Farrow’s Bank, Newcastle on the 24th and returned on the 26th. Witness still had all the clothes with the exception of the uniform.
George Graham Campbell of Farrow’s Bank said that no the 24th November the cheque produced, for £15, was presented and returned, marked ‘N.S.’. On that date the defendant only had £3 19s 6d in the bank. On the 25th November cheques for £7 and £22 12s were presented but the defendant only had a balance of £1 19s 6d then.
Detective-Sergeant Radcliffe stated that from certain information received he went to Brighton, on the 3rd inst. and took the defendant into custody from the Brighton police. He was brought to North Shields and when questioned replied “The only thing I can say is, the cheque must not have been met”. When charged later he made no reply. The defendant pleaded not guilty.
Mr Frankham said the defendant had not the slightest intent to rob anybody of money. He had a banking account and being newly married and unwell, had gone away and given these cheques. He had about £16 on board the ship and the officers were owing him about £30. The defendant gave a cheque for £1 on the 13th November as a donation to the YMCA. He had not tried to cover up any tracks and the officers on board HMS Satellite knew where he was.
The defendant, in giving evidence on his own behalf, said he was chief steward on HM Yacht Medusa II. The ship came into port on the 19th November and he had leave granted because he had been ill and he was going to be married. After the marriage he went to Liverpool and was there two days and he then went to London and Brighton. He sent his medical certificate to HMS Satellite. When he got the money from Mr Randell and Mr Bews he understood he had sufficient money in the bank to meet the cheques. Money was owing to him on board the ship but he could not say how much. He had no intention of defrauding the people.
The defendant was committed for trial at the Quarter Sessions”.
On 6 January 1916 at Northumberland Quarter Sessions Reginald Staines was acquitted on a charge of obtaining money by false pretences from tradesmen at North Shields.
These images are taken from an album of photographs of prisoners brought before the North Shields Police Court between 1902 and 1916 (TWAM ref. DX1388/1). This set is our selection of the best mugshots taken during the First World War. They have been chosen because of the sharpness and general quality of the images. The album doesn’t record the details of each prisoner’s crimes, just their names and dates of arrest.
In order to discover the stories behind the mugshots, staff from Tyne & Wear Archives & Museums visited North Shields Local Studies Library where they carefully searched through microfilm copies of the ‘Shields Daily News’ looking for newspaper reports of the court cases. The newspaper reports have been transcribed and added below each mugshot.
Combining these two separate records gives us a fascinating insight into life on the Home Front during the First World War. These images document the lives of people of different ages and backgrounds, both civilians and soldiers. Our purpose here is not to judge them but simply to reflect the realities of their time.
(Copyright) We're happy for you to share this digital image within the spirit of The Commons. Please cite 'Tyne & Wear Archives & Museums' when reusing. Certain restrictions on high quality reproductions and commercial use of the original physical version apply though; if you're unsure please email archives@twmuseums.org.uk.
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Commentary.
Most heralded, stark and infamous of valleys.
The northern and southern slopes produce an outstanding symmetry in this shallow reed-laden lake.
What devilish, deadly deeds were committed where “X” marks the spot, treachery and massacre.
And yet, for all its credentials, to chill the blood with gruesome acts, even when the clouds and temperature fall, the sheer awesome magnificence of this place
can not be overstated.
THIS IS GLEN COE!
;-) Texto en castellano mas abajo ;-)
Excuse me the many mistakes that sure I have committed in the translation, I hope that it is understood regardless!
Conclusion of the trilogy blog – pride – persons.
Third and last part of this trilogy that I dedicate to explain, and to explain myself, because I use the captions (feet) of my photos as if they were my personal blog.
Always I have been a crossdresser girl, an innate tendency that thankfully did not produce many concern to me, it was there, but separated from my habitual life. It was dominating my fantasies and dreams, but was not leaving trace in the "real" life. It was appearing in the moment in which one was giving an opportunity and was vanishing without leaving trace, as if it had never happened at all. I was never planning anything, never thinking about it except in my dreams, only… was arising occasionally, sometimes with many frequency, sometimes with long periods of inactivity. Until that came one day in which I wanted more, I started having concern, started having desires and this part of me that was living in my dreams until that moment, started emerging in my reality. It was then when I started investigating the subject, in the easiest and more safe way … Internet. I was lucky, found at the first attempt the suitable sites, far from the topics and the habitual image of the "transvestite" with which I was not identifying. I found heterosexuals crossdressers who understood the subject of similar form to how I was feeling. It was good for me, I could see from out, in other persons a sort of reflection of what I was, or I wanted to be. In this reflection I saw persons and saw pride, not because they wanted to transmit it deliberately, surely they were not thinking it, but it was what I saw, and I liked it. Different and complete persons to who the crossdress factor, was not limiting them and was not determining for entire. Crossdress was alone one more characteristic and they were not left to trap for a hackneyed role that really was not reflecting their true personality, except when wanted to do it. A characteristic that they were taking of natural form, with precaution against the dangers, but with the implicit pride of the one that does not make nothing bad. Yes, I was lucky, if instead of find initially the correct persons I had found the typical image of the transvestism, surely I had stopped searching soon, convinced to be totally atypical. And surely not had changed anything, probably my path would be the same, but I had felt isolated and alone in this. Because of it I would like to contribute to put my two cents in to give the image that I received in that moment. Flickr is the temple of the image, is not the appropriate site to write, but it is, probably, one of the first sites that visits a beginner crossdress girl, or someone interested in it… almost certainly, end up passing through Youtube or Flickr, and if fortuitously find my gallery, I hope that they see a gallery that, though it belongs to a silly and ugly girl with a low level of crossdress, it transmit the values that I liked to find so much. This one is not the reason for which I upload photos and videoes, but it is the principal reason for which I try to transmit my personality in what I do, because of it, even though it is not the suitable place and be so ephemeral as to construct sandcastles, I write whatever I think in every moment, things related to the crossdress and things that not, silly things and deep issues, my tastes and interests, my culture … because it is the gallery of a person … that among other many things, is a crossdresser girl and is proud of it.
Conclusión de la trilogía blog-orgullo-personas.
Tercera y última parte de esta trilogía que dedico a explicar, y a explicarme a mi misma de paso, el porque utilizo los pies de fotos como si fueran mi blog personal.
Siempre he sido una chica crossdresser, una tendencia innata que por suerte no me produjo muchas inquietudes, estaba ahí, pero separada de mi vida habitual. Dominaba mis fantasías y sueños, pero no dejaba huella en la vida “real”. Se manifestaba en el momento en que se daba una oportunidad y se desvanecía sin dejar huella, como si nunca hubiera pasado nada. Nunca planeaba nada, nunca pensaba en ello excepto en mis sueños, solo… surgía de vez en cuando, a veces con mucha frecuencia, a veces con largos periodos de inactividad. Hasta que llegó un día en que quise más, empecé a tener inquietudes, empecé a tener deseos y esa parte de mí que vivía en mis sueños hasta ese momento, empezó a emerger en mi realidad. Fue entonces cuando empecé a investigar sobre el tema, de la manera más fácil y segura… Internet. Tuve mucha suerte, encontré a la primera los sitios adecuados, lejos de los tópicos y la imagen habitual del “travesti” con la que no me identificaba. Encontré a crossdressers heterosexuales que entendían el tema de forma parecida a la que yo sentía. Eso fue bueno para mi, pude ver desde fuera, en otras personas una especie de reflejo de lo que yo era, o quería ser. En ese reflejo veía personas y veía orgullo, no porque ellas lo quisieran transmitir expresamente así, seguramente ni lo pensaban, pero era lo que yo veía, y me gustaba. Personas distintas y completas a la que el factor crossdress, ni limitaba ni condicionaba por entero. El crossdress era solo una característica más y no se dejaban aprisionar por un rol tópico que realmente no reflejaba su verdadera personalidad, excepto en los momentos que sí que querían hacerlo. Una característica que llevaban de forma natural, con precaución ante los peligros, pero con el orgullo implícito del que no hace nada malo. Sí, tuve suerte, si en vez de dar al principio con las personas correctas, hubiera encontrado la imagen típica del travestismo, seguramente hubiera dejado pronto de buscar, convencida de ser una bicho raro totalmente atípica. Y no es que hubiera cambiado nada, probablemente mi trayectoria sería la misma, pero me hubiera sentido aislada y sola en esto. Por eso me gustaría aportar mi granito de arena en dar la imagen que yo recibí en su momento. Flickr es el templo de la imagen, no es el sitio adecuado para escribir, pero sí es, probablemente, unos de los primeros sitio que visite una chica crossdress principiante, o alguien interesado por el tema… terminas pasando por Youtube o por Flickr casi seguro, y si por casualidad dan con mi galería, espero que vean una galería que, aunque sea de una chica tonta y fea con un nivel bastante bajo de crossdress, transmita los valores que a mi tanto me gustó encontrar. Esta no es la razón por la que subo fotos y videos, pero sí es la razón principal por la que intento transmitir mi personalidad en lo que hago, por eso escribo, aunque no sea el lugar adecuado y sea tan efímero como construir castillos de arena, lo que se me ocurre en cada momento, cosas relacionadas con el crossdress y cosas que no, disparates y temas profundos, mis gustos y aficiones, mi cultura… porque es la galería de una persona… que entre otras muchas cosas, es una chica crossdresser y está orgullosa de ello.
PS. Si quieres ver videos con este look (If you want see a videos with this look) :
In Youtube (recomendado, se ve mejor / recommended, it looks better):
(black version) www.youtube.com/watch?v=o7ZCsLKcOQs
(blue version) www.youtube.com/watch?v=0lzDtTeAte4
In Flickr:
(black version) www.flickr.com/photos/61410455@N08/6884139200/in/photostream
(blue version) www.flickr.com/photos/61410455@N08/7177731536/in/photostream
PPS. También disponéis de una versión alternativa de esta foto con un estilo cómics en la siguiente dirección: / Also is available an alternate version of this photo, in a comics style, at the following link:
www.flickr.com/photos/61410455@N08/7308970340/in/photostream
Estoy muy orgullosa de esa versión, así como de la original que estáis viendo aquí. / I am very proud of that version and also the original photo you're seeing here ^_^