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The theme is CHIP, they said.
My mind immediately thought "potato chip" however that seemed too obvious so I thought more widely. Computer chip also seemed a bit obvious, however my husband had these little gems with 'legs' to create shadows, so I jazzed them up with red and blue lights. That was fun.
IMPORTANT: for non-pro users who read the info on a computer, just enlarge your screen to 120% (or more), then the full text will appear below the photo with a white background - which makes reading so much easier.
The color version of the photo above is here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ticino-best-photos-of-southern-...
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
So far there's only been one photo in my gallery that hasn't been taken in my garden ('The Flame Rider', captured in the Maggia Valley: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/53563448847/in/datepo... ) - which makes the image above the second time I've "strayed from the path" (although not very far, since the photo was taken only approximately 500 meters from my house).
Overall, I'll stick to my "only-garden rule", but every once in a while I'll show you a little bit of the landscape around my village, because I think it will give you a better sense of just how fascinating this region is, and also of its history.
The title I chose for the photo may seem cheesy, and it's certainly not very original, but I couldn't think of another one, because it's an honest reflection of what I felt when I took it: a profound sense of peace - although if you make it to the end of this text you'll realize my relationship with that word is a bit more complicated.
I got up early that day; it was a beautiful spring morning, and there was still a bit of mist in the valley below my village which I hoped would make for a few nice mood shots, so I quickly grabbed my camera and went down there before the rising sun could dissolve the magical layer on the scenery.
Most human activity hadn't started yet, and I was engulfed in the sounds of the forest as I was walking the narrow trail along the horse pasture; it seemed every little creature around me wanted to make its presence known to potential mates (or rivals) in a myriad of sounds and voices and noises (in case you're interested, here's a taste of what I usually wake up to in spring, but you best use headphones: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfoCTqdAVCE )
Strolling through such an idyllic landscape next to grazing horses and surrounded by birdsong and beautiful trees, I guess it's kind of obvious one would feel the way I described above and choose the title I did, but as I looked at the old stone buildings - the cattle shelter you can see in the foreground and the stable further up ahead on the right - I also realized how fortunate I was.
It's hard to imagine now, because Switzerland is one of the wealthiest countries in the world today, but the men and women who had carried these stones and constructed the walls of these buildings were among the poorest in Europe. The hardships the people in some of the remote and little developed valleys in Ticino endured only a few generations ago are unimaginable to most folks living in my country today.
It wasn't uncommon that people had to sell their own kids as child slaves - the girls had to work in factories or in rice fields, the boys as "living chimney brushes" in northern Italy - just because there wasn't enough food to support the whole family through the harsh Ticino winters.
If you wonder why contemporary Swiss historians speak of "slaves" as opposed to child laborers, it's because that's what many of them actually were: auctioned off for a negotiable prize at the local market, once sold, these kids were not payed and in many cases not even fed by their masters (they had to beg for food in the streets or steal it).
Translated from German Wikipedia: ...The Piazza grande in Locarno, where the Locarno Film Festival is held today, was one of the places where orphans, foundlings and children from poor families were auctioned off. The boys were sold as chimney sweeps, the girls ended up in the textile industry, in tobacco processing in Brissago or in the rice fields of Novara, which was also extremely hard work: the girls had to stand bent over in the water for twelve to fourteen hours in all weathers. The last verse of the Italian folk song 'Amore mio non piangere' reads: “Mamma, papà, non piangere, se sono consumata, è stata la risaia che mi ha rovinata” (Mom, dad, don't cry when I'm used up, it was the rice field that destroyed me.)... de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaminfegerkinder
The conditions for the chimney sweeps - usually boys between the age of 8 and 12 (or younger, because they had to be small enough to be able to crawl into the chimneys) - were so catastrophic that many of them didn't survive; they died of starvation, cold or soot in their lungs - as well as of work-related accidents like breaking their necks when they fell, or suffocatig if they got stuck in inside a chimney. This practice of "child slavery" went on as late as the 1950s (there's a very short article in English on the topic here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spazzacamini and a more in depth account for German speakers in this brief clip: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gda8vZp_zsc ).
Now I don't know if the people who built the old stone houses along my path had to sell any of their kids, but looking at the remnants of their (not so distant) era I felt an immense sense of gratitude that I was born at a time of prosperity - and peace - in my region, my country and my home. Because none of it was my doing: it was simple luck that decided when and where I came into this world.
It also made me think of my own family. Both of my grandparents on my father's side grew up in Ticino (they were both born in 1900), but while they eventually left Switzerland's poorest region to live in its richest, the Kanton of Zurich, my grandfather's parents relocated to northern Italy in the 1920s and unfortunately were still there when WWII broke out.
They lost everything during the war, and it was their youngest daughter - whom I only knew as "Zia" which means "aunt" in Italian - who earned a little money to support herself and my great-grandparents by giving piano lessons to high-ranking Nazi officers and their kids (this was towards the end of the war when German forces had occupied Italy).
I never knew that about her; Zia only very rarely spoke of the war, but one time when I visited her when she was already over a 100 years old (she died at close to 104), I asked her how they had managed to survive, and she told me that she went to the local prefecture nearly every day to teach piano. "And on the way there would be the dangling ones" she said, with a shudder.
I didn't get what she meant, so she explained. Visiting the city center where the high ranking military resided meant she had to walk underneath the executed men and women who were hanging from the lantern posts along the road (these executions - often of civilians - were the Germans' retaliations for attacks by the Italian partisans).
I never forgot her words - nor could I shake the look on her face as she re-lived this memory. And I still can't grasp it; my house in Ticino is only 60 meters from the Italian border, and the idea that there was a brutal war going on three houses down the road from where I live now in Zia's lifetime strikes me as completely surreal.
So, back to my title for the photo above. "Peace". It's such a simple, short word, isn't it? And we use it - or its cousin "peaceful" - quite often when we mean nice and quiet or stress-free. But if I'm honest I don't think I know what it means. My grandaunt Zia did, but I can't know. And I honestly hope I never will.
I'm sorry I led you down such a dark road; I usually intend to make people smile with the anecdotes that go with my photos, but this one demanded a different approach (I guess with this latest image I've strayed from the path in more than one sense, and I hope you'll forgive me).
Ticino today is the region with the second highest average life expectancy in Europe (85.2 years), and "The Human Development Index" of 0.961 in 2021 was one of the highest found anywhere in the world, and northern Italy isn't far behind. But my neighbors, many of whom are now in their 90s, remember well it wasn't always so.
That a region so poor it must have felt like purgatory to many of its inhabitants could turn into something as close to paradise on Earth as I can imagine in a person's lifetime should make us all very hopeful. But, and this is the sad part, it also works the other way 'round. And I believe we'd do well to remember that, too.
To all of you - with my usual tardiness but from the bottom of my heart - a happy, healthy, hopeful 2025 and beyond.
My sweet new computer setup. A little present to myself for graduating college and getting a "real" job. Good thing I have that job with the price tag that came with this toy.
The death of my computer!!!!!
Yah! for the last 4 days ive tried to save my computer but a system melt down happened
its set me back on sending packs and getting collabs done....
ill be hung up over the next few days getting my computer back up and running......i have to go through all my files and recover as much as i can before i can start sending stuff out to peeps!
dont you just love computers!
GOOD NEWS
I can create videos again!!!!!!
I gatti comprendono in maniera infallibile il momento della concentrazione e si intromettono tra essa e te....
Arthur Bridges
Sometimes people ask me how many MOCs I have together at once.
It used to be just two or three. But since my collection has grown, I can keep more together for longer, so the slacker in me tends to do just that. There are fourteen on the desk right now, but that doesn't include my NCS MOC and several MOCs awaiting disassembly at my in-law's place.
Hangar 21 has worked out really well, as you can see. I've got four fighters crammed in there right now (three are the contest prizes). The other is a redux of the Nemo, which still needs some work.
Computer Science & Engineering student Dave Call and instructor Eric Karl working with newly donated equipment valued at around $500,000.
A replacement for my old home-built computer, which became too slow as photo software became more advanced. Captured with D780 and Nikkor 18mm lens in a dark room (no light except that produced by the interior of the computer) using high ISO and much raising of shadows in editing.
I just got this laptop about a week ago and I love it! My parents bought this for me for school. lol, this will be one of the only times I will say this in my life...But...Thank you, school! It's a Windows 10 and it an awesome computer. It cost about $500, but I only contributed about $200 towards it.
This is my very first computer I have ever owned. For YEARS I had to use my dad's old computer to do everything, and it was so old that it couldn't update anymore and it was SUPER slow. Now I can do everything I've always wanted to do. I can play all of these popular games that everyone always talks about. Minecraft, Garry's Mod, Team Fortress (Just to name a few). I am very grateful to my parents for not only this, but my first phone that I got about a month ago, also for school. So...Um...Thanks parents! XD
I decided to scale back on technology ornaments this year, but I couldn’t resist making at least one! The Old PC Ornament: 2017 Edition is a fun build that pays tribute to classic PCs. Guide available at chrismcveigh.com
Hamnøy - a small fishing village and one of the most famous places of Lofoten Islands in Norway. The whole area is unbelievably beautiful and looks more like a render from a computer game than a real landscape.
"When the first computers were built during the early 1940s, people working on them found bugs in both the hardware of the machines and in the programs that ran them." (Source: American History)
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I also considered the title "Macro Chip."
Photo submitted to the Flickr group Macro Mondays for the "Crisp" theme.
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At some point I had a keyboard to dispose of. Since it was only held together with screws, I decided to take it apart just because. I guess this construction is why it's no longer such a big deal if you spill a bit of your drink on the keyboard...the action might get a bit sticky but the circuits are not likely to be affected.
IIRC, these three layers of plastic were not wired in place at all - just lying inside the casing, under the keys. I still haven't figured out what to do with it, but I find it sort of fascinating.
Computer Programmer.
предлози дебели ланчани аранжмани могући пречници узастопни кругови маскенбал дани велика светла надзор,
Détails de contrepoids dégoulinant graves comptes altérés centre de cire odeurs attendues murs frappants touches d'excitation,
ισχυρό γέλιο παρατηρήθηκε καλώδια εκτροπές κεφαλαίου εξαίσια θαυμαστικά αυξανόμενα μπερδέματα πανέμορφες εκτελέσεις πολιτισμένα εφέ,
equipaggiamento delle varie sale del partito indistinguibile combustibilità vendetta giullare cadaveri infuocati mani invisibili misure ganci aggrappati poesie,
asserções da presunção demonstrando projetos modernos ignorantes tempo adequado injunções contos perguntas castigos interlaring proposições,
improprietăți perversiuni pertinacitatea forme energiile panteiste ale enunțului încercări finale prelegeri alarme discurs condescendent,
まばたきの目のほのめかしのアドバイス明示的な侮辱不快な疑い外部のまぶしさは静かに進行します理由を保存する答えられない言葉無邪気な結果超越的な発言システムが再起動しました.
Steve.D.Hammond.
“If cloud were a country, its electricity demand will be ahead of India” [Cloud Computing Report]
"If the cloud were a country it would have a workforce of 13.8m people" (infographic)
Running in a different direction. The same sky as before , but I couldn't leave caballo sitting in my computer.
When I was younger I used to be a closet girl, so I only dressed up secretly and with the curtains closed. That changed for the better and nowadays I'm an outgoing girl, and when I'm feminine I don't close any curtains anymore. My neighbors live quite close to me though and they may see me through the window. I don't mind that at all and if they spot me then they're welcome to do so. In fact in one of the houses that you see from the window next to me there's always a young man working with his computer in front of the window. I'm not sure what he is doing but he's always there; I think he's into gaming or so. Or maybe he is looking at me through the window, and simultaneously at Paula Satijn on Flickr in order to get a better close-up view 😄