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beauty dish right side, triggered with calumet four trigger channel radio trigger with LED read-out.
Rusted metal flakes lie on charred timber in a silent graveyard forest where no birds sing. Best viewed large.
a apoteose de um deus sempre traz consequências (The apotheosis of a god always brings consequences.)
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Refusing to obey God’s boundaries—sin—always has negative consequences.
Genesis 3:16–19 To the woman he said, “I will surely multiply your pain in childbearing; in pain you shall bring forth children. Your desire shall be for your husband, and he shall rule over you.” And to Adam he said, “Because you have listened to the voice of your wife and have eaten of the tree of which I commanded you, ‘You shall not eat of it,’ cursed is the ground because of you; in pain you shall eat of it all the days of your life; thorns and thistles it shall bring forth for you; and you shall eat the plants of the field. By the sweat of your face you shall eat bread, till you return to the ground, for out of it you were taken; for you are dust, and to dust you shall return.”
Romans 5:12 Therefore, just as sin came into the world through one man, and death through sin, and so death spread to all men because all sinned.
Judges 2:10–15 All that generation also were gathered to their fathers. And there arose another generation after them who did not know the LORD or the work that he had done for Israel. And the people of Israel did what was evil in the sight of the LORD and served the Baals. And they abandoned the LORD, the God of their fathers, who had brought them out of the land of Egypt. They went after other gods, from among the gods of the peoples who were around them, and bowed down to them. And they provoked the LORD to anger. They abandoned the LORD and served the Baals and the Ashtaroth. So the anger of the LORD was kindled against Israel, and he gave them over to plunderers, who plundered them. And he sold them into the hand of their surrounding enemies, so that they could no longer withstand their enemies. Whenever they marched out, the hand of the LORD was against them for harm, as the LORD had warned, and as the LORD had sworn to them. And they were in terrible distress.
Hosea 8:5–8; Romans 1:18–32
Keith R. Miller and Patricia A. Miller, Quick Scripture Reference for Counseling Youth (Updated and Revised.; Baker Books: Grand Rapids, MI, 2014), 45.
Berlin boasts two zoological gardens, a consequence of decades of political and administrative division of the city. The older one, called Zoo Berlin, founded in 1844, is situated in what is now called "City West". It is the most species-rich zoo worldwide. The other one, called Tierpark Berlin ("Animal Park"), was established on the long abandoned premises of Friedrichsfelde Palace Park in the eastern borough of Lichtenberg, in 1954. Covering 160 ha, it is the largest landcape zoo in Europe. And honouring its past as landscape park, it still has large gardened areas.
Actions have consequences...first rule of life. And the second rule is this - you are the only one responsible for your own actions.
Holly Lisle, Fire In The Mist, 1992
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I have wanted to photograph this barn ever since I saw it more than two years ago! It has definitely seen better days...the roof is nearly caving in from heavy snows and the the sides have half of their boards wiped out from heavy winds...but then, that's what gives it so much character!
This ol' barn was photographed just east of Portage, Wisconsin; 031512.
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The Challenge Factory, regular win, 122017
The Challenge Factory, Ultimate Grind winner, subject: Decay, 011818
Yeah, I was a very naughty girl back in February. I’m now paying my consequences. I’m so sorry to disappoint my Flickr friends. I’m just a NBS. Other than a few diamonds 💎 I have and all of my gold, this anklet is one costly mother. I made ANOTHER poor decision and now I’m in it deep. For the record I didn’t kill anyone (yet) but these days I can see why people go postal. I would never do that but I can understand the frustration. I am not a thief nor child molester. I simply made the wrong decision to get behind the wheel of my car. My brand new car… it was my brand new car because it replaced my brand new car car we bought about a year or two before which I totaled less than 3 miles from home because I swerved to miss a deer. I spun around the main road and the Rav 4 ended up in a tree. If I still have a vision of the wreck I will post it. My last mishap was in a parking lot. I crashed the newest car the Luxury Honda CRV straight into the side of a tractor trailer, Lorry 🚛 or what have you. My recommendation is to stay home if you need to get a buzz on. Please learn from the most stubborn ♉️🔒⛓🌚🙏. Achtung Baby.
The museum harbour Övelgönne, just a short trip downstream from Landungsbrücken, has several vintage ships on exhibit.
The steam-powered ice breaker "Stettin", launched in 1933, is still operational but currently out of service due to the astronomical cost of the gassing coal it burns.
To the right you see the barge crane "Karl Friedrich Steen" (1928).
Övelgönne is Plattdeutsch for "resentment". I don't know whom they were resenting, probably the inhabitants of Hamburg. Nevertheless they became a part of that city and just have to put up with it.
The tunnel with Autobahn A7 goes right below the museum.
The photo is somewhat underexposed. The batteries were flaking out at the time and gave up the ghost soon afterwards. One consequence was that the meter no longer worked reliably.
Shot in January 2023 on tungsten balanced Silbersalz500T cine film.
Camera: Nikon F5
Lens: AF Nikkor 50mm 1:1.8
Silbersalz35 500T colour cine film
Developed and scanned by silbersalz35.com
This tribe may no longer exist soon as a big dam will be build in Ethiopia on Omo river, and will have huge consequences on their life...
The Karo (or Kara), with a population of about 1000 - 1500 live on the east banks of the Omo River in south Ethiopia.
Their neighbors are the Hamar,Bana,Bashada,the famous Mursi and Nyangatom (on the other side of Omo river, who are their enemies ) . They speak a south Omotic language.
The Karo grow sorghum ,maize and beans .
Karo use to paint body and decorate their face. They use white chalk, charcoal, ochre and red earth.. Karo women scarify their chests to beautify themselves .The scarification of a man's chest shows that he has killed an enemy or a dangerous animal. The scars are done with a knife or razor blade and ash is rubbed into.
The wearing of a grey and ochre clay headdress also indicates the killing of an enemy or a dangerous animal. Hamar do the same.
The women have a very nice hairdress: they put red clay mixed with butter and fat in their hair, so that the hair looks like a bunch of coffee beans. Women still wear leather clothing made from animal skins.
The men all use a wood headrest to protect their hair bun, and they use it too to sit.
They love to rest under the men house, the chifo. At the end of the harvest and at times of initiation and marriage, the Karo come together to enjoy dances with a lot of local beer. These happy times often lead to marriage after the young man has successfully accompling the bull jumping. A Karo man may take as many wives as he can afford, but usually he marries two or three.
Les Karos (ou Karas) sont environs 100-1500 à vivire sur la rive est du fleuve Omo en Ethiopie du Sud. Leurs voisins sont les Hamars, Banas, Bashadas,Mursis, et les Nyangatom qui vivent de l’autre cote du fleuve et qui sont leurs ennemis de longue date. Les Karos cultivent du sorgo, du mais et des haricots.
Les Karos sont fameux pour leurs peintures corporelles et les décorations qu’ils portent. Ils utilisent de la craie, du charbon, et de la terre pour se dessiner des motifs sur le corps. Les hommes et les femmes aiment se scarifier la poitrine. Les femmes pour être plus belle, les hommes pour indiquer qu’ils ont tué un ennemi ou un animal dangereux. Les hommes portent aussi un petit casque en argile sur le sommet du crane et y plantent des plumes d’autruches. Ils ne se separent jamais de leur appui tête qui fait aussi office de petit siege. Les hommes aiment se retrouver sous un abri appelé chifo pour discuter et se reposer.
Les femmes soignent leur coiffure et lorsqu’elles ne rasent pas la tête, portent une coiffure en forme de grains de café. Elles portent toujours des vetements faits à partir de peaux d’animaux.
A la fin des recoltes, ou lors des ceremonies, les Karos aiment danser et boire la biere locale, occasion revee pour former les couples. Les garcons doivent passer l’epreuve du saut des vaches avant de pouvoir pretender à epouser une femme. L’homme Karo peut avoir autant de femmes qu’il souhaite, en general 2 ou 3.
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Bottle up time again while awaiting a spring that continues to stretch away while I am trying to build up energy after a year of insults to my energy levels. I snagged a shot of this almost permanent blank sky at the Isaac Walton Pond and Park on a trek over Roger's Grove Park and views of winter's latent trees while sidelined by my move back to the Thistle apartments unfinished construction. Construction din continues and the thrid plumbing outfit showed yester day. There is still snow season time left to get my baseboard heating functional... or not. Got my doubts. I will probably not need it this summer especially if they never added insulation to the attic. I have watched the sky but I need to get out when there is a suggestion of a good sky and decent day around here. But for now the scene still looks dead, dead, dead. Today is a bad sky day as we shuffle between bad sky and no sky days.
Here is an example of the state of the St. Vrain Valley. Sand, gravel and rock has all been extracted from what used to be growing agricultural lands and turned into pits and heat sinks, buildings and pavement for the future climate while the pits fill with permanent ground water without climate cooling agriculture of any sort. It will all pay back sooner or later. Flashback to Pogo Possum, "We have met the enemy, and he is us!"
The beginning of Roger's Park that lies between Golden Ponds and Isaac Walton parks on the Greenway Trail was a foundation gift to Longmont from Roger Jones and his wife, long time Longmonters. I met Roger in the 50s. Still, it is now a pretty good place for a quiet walk in local nature. That is, if you can track down a spot to park at any of them. Same on this Sunday! Sheer luck parking then.
I am praying the area rebounds soon this spring after both jabs and if I manage to avoid herd immunity (today is over two weeks after my second and last jab) when they really mean herd stupidity. CU Boulder students erupted again - I thought they checked for IQ before college and presidential acceptance. We are currently about 10-15 degrees over normal in the valley. We could use a lot more masks worn at Logmont parks, especially by the covidiots. Why take advice from scientist or doctors warning of consequences?
It is maybe a consequence of the unusually hot summer but I saw sparrows behaving the other day in a way I had not witnessed before. We have some pots of tall scented lilies in the garden that were full of very tiny bugs . The sparrows on mass descended on them and spent a couple of hours feasting on the bugs . They were putting their heads right inside the flowers it was very amusing as the lilies swayed under the weight of the birds . I can only assume they were pretending to be hummingbirds
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A consequence of having terrific weather during our Summer holiday in Cornwall this year was that I got to take lots of photographs – so many in fact, that here I am, at the end of September, still processing memories of what was a truly memorable Summer!
I recall it being particularly warm when I visited Church Cove, on the Lizard Peninsula. The cove takes its name from the small 14/15th century church, dedicated to St Winwaloe.
This view of the cove, is actually taken from the church's graveyard, which as you can see, is almost upon the beach. There is a small perimeter wall and just here, a gap in the foliage through which you can see the lovely beach and the view stretching across towards Poldhu Point.
The peace officer is pulling over behind you now to give you a ticket for stopping on the bridge......:D They say a picture is worth a thousand words, unfortunately the clerk of courts will respectfully disagree.... ;-)))
Police tape around play areas in a local park. The dolls were left on the picnic table by someone else and not staged for this shot. Maybe a memorial to all of the more than 32,000 COVID-19 victims worldwide. Please do your part to defeat this horrible pandemic: follow CDC guidelines and stay home!
The Verona Arena is a Roman amphitheatre in Piazza Bra in Verona, Italy, which is internationally famous for the large-scale opera performances given there. It is one of the best preserved ancient structures of its kind.
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There was this evening a Zucchero show.
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Piazza Brà, Verona
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Materials: Neon, 3 channel Video w/ Audio, Projectors, Flatscreen TV, Media Players, Wire, Audio Amplifier, Speakers
Berlin boasts two zoological gardens, a consequence of decades of political and administrative division of the city. The older one, called Zoo Berlin, founded in 1844, is situated in what is now called "City West". It is the most species-rich zoo worldwide. The other one, called Tierpark Berlin ("Animal Park"), was established on the long abandoned premises of Friedrichsfelde Palace Park in the eastern borough of Lichtenberg, in 1954. Covering 160 ha, it is the largest landcape zoo in Europe.
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June 10, 1940, from the balcony of Palazzo Venezia in Rome, seat of the Grand Council of Fascism, the Duce Benito Mussolini announces the Italian entry into the war on the side of Nazi Germany; Mussolini already now stands as a military goal to have an enemy to be defeated in order to start the so-called "parallel war" on Germany (Italy would fight so with the German allies, but pursuing autonomous and independent objectives); In fact, the Duce, he wanted to prove to Hitler (who took the decisions on the course of the war without first consult Him) that Italy had to be considered military, political and economic of equal importance to the German one, so in order to achieve that, he need an opponent militarily within his reach, this opponent seemed to be Greece as it was geographically close, seemed to have weak military, a political class unwilling to fight, but the reckless attack proved be a serious military mistake with heavy consequences. This is the scenary as a backdrop to a group of military Sicilians catapulted on the Greek front, young soldiers who immediately realize of the prevailing military disorganization, their life appears hanging by a thread ... but there is a Saint who can help them... they finance the construction of the float of St. Sebastian, patron saint of the town of Melia in the municipality of Mongiuffi Melia (Messina), maybe (the figure is not certain) the idea of the float is from corporal Cingari of Melia, so asking S.Sebastian for help and protection (S.Sebastian is the principal patron saint invoked against the plague .... . isn't the War a plague...?!); participants enter their names in a silver casket bearing cantilevered effigy of the Royal Army, if they will die will remain at least a trace of their earthly life. This particular float has the Saint Sebastian who seems to have the military salute, on the basis of float is written: "The Infantries of the first company and officials of the 3rd Regiment.Infantry. Piedmont Fighters in the year 1940 during the battle of Greek devotees offered" .
This is a short and long reports on the traditional festival that the village of Melia (Mongiuffi Melia - Messina) celebrates in honor of its Patron Saint San Sebastian, with thet float that was so ardently desired by those Sicilians soldiers in those bleak darkest hours in our history.
A curiosity, every year on the occasion of the procession are distributed to the population of loaves in the shape of arrows (to remember the 1st martyrdom of the Holy Bimartire), with the priest Di Bella who celebrated mass, while the loaves acquire the form " cuddura "(donut-shaped), for the procession for of San Leonardo, celebrated in the other hamlet of Mongiuffi, opposite Melia (both villages form the Sicilian municipality of Mongiuffi Melia).
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il 10 giugno 1940, dal balcone di Palazzo Venezia in Roma, sede del Gran Consiglio del fascismo, il Duce Benito Mussolini annuncia agli Italiani l'ingresso in guerra dell'Italia a fianco della Germania nazista; già da subito Mussolini si pone come obiettivo militare quello di avere un nemico da sconfiggere per poter avviare la cosiddetta "guerra parallela" alla Germania (l'Italia avrebbe combattuto sì con gli alleati tedeschi, ma perseguendo obiettivi autonomi ed indipendenti); il Duce infatti, voleva dimostrare a Hitler (che prendeva le decisioni sull’andamento della guerra senza preventivamente consultarlo) che l'Italia doveva essere considerata potenza militare, politica ed economica di uguale importanza a quella tedesca, quindi per poter raggiungere tale scopo, aveva bisogno di un avversario militarmente alla sua portata, questo avversario sembrava essere la Grecia in quanto era geograficamente vicina, sembrava avere forze armate deboli, una classe politica poco disposta a battersi ed una popolazione poco interessata agli eventi nazionali, ma l'avventato attacco si rivelò essere un grave errore militare con pesanti conseguenze. Questo lo scenario che fa da sfondo ad un gruppo di militari Siciliani catapultati sul fronte Greco, giovani soldati i quali subito si rendono conto dell'imperante disorganizzazione militare, la loro vita appare appesa ad un filo...un Santo a cui votarsi forse c'è...si autotassano per finanziare la costruzione della vara di San Sebastiano, Santo Protettore della frazione di Melia del comune di Mongiuffi Melia (Messina), forse (il dato non è certo) l'idea della vara è del caporale Cingari originario di Melia, chiedendo così protezione ed aiuto a S.Sebastiano, Santo Protettore invocato contro la peste (esiste una peste meno grave della Guerra ?!); i partecipanti alla colletta inseriscono i loro nomi all'interno di una teca in argento recante a sbalzo l'effigie del Regio Esercito, se moriranno resterà almeno una traccia della loro vita terrena, in più collegata al Santo. Viene realizzata questa particolare vara col Santo che sembra eseguire il saluto militare, sulla base della vara è scritto " I FANTI DELLA 1a COMP. E UFFICIALI DEL 3° REGG.FANT. "PIEMONTE" COMBATTENTI NELL'ANNO 1940 AL FRONTE GRECO DEVOTI OFFRIRONO".
Questo è un breve e lungo report sulla festa tradizionale che il borgo di Melia compie in onore del suo Santo Patrono San Sebastiano, portando in processione quella vara che fu così ardentemente voluta da quei militari Siciliani in quelle ore tetre e buie della nostra recente storia.
Una curiosità, ogni anno in occasione della processione vengono distribuite alla popolazione delle pagnotte a forma di frecce (a ricordare il 1° martirio del Santo Bimartire), col sacerdote padre Di Bella che ha celebrato la messa, mentre i pani acquistano un'altra forma, detta a "cuddura" (a ciambella), per la processione in onore di San Leonardo, festeggiato nell'altra frazione di Mongiuffi, dirimpettaia di Melia (entrambi i borghi formano il comune siculo di Mongiuffi Melia).
“Nudity is the uniform of the other side... nudity is a shroud.”
(Milan Kundera - French writer of Czech origin, b. 1929)
This is a new scarf made of wool and silk and woven with a Jamawar design on traditional handloom.
This was shot with natural light at the upper terrace which is on the top of our office in Varanasi (Benaras).
From one catalogue to another, Anand, who is modeling for us since almost the begining of our company became a kind of celebrity among the people of the Ganges.
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The Saga of Bovill: We were cruising down a two-lane backroad in Idaho, just after the discovery of a great old cemetery, when I saw an old restroom sign hanging on a post in a drive-thru town of no seeming consequence. Being me, I slammed on the brakes, pulled off the road, and snapped a pic. Meanwhile across the street sitting on the curb and smoking cigarettes outside of the local tavern, were these two women eyeing me as I took the picture. I believe I said hello just to ease their mind that I was not a threat. A car with California license plate is not always welcome in Idaho, and even less so in rural Idaho. Additionally, I’ll admit that two bleached blond women sitting on the curb outside of a bar smoking cigarettes are, at my current age, likely to make me think of them as undesirables. This is a story of judgement on my part, and of being wrong for jumping to conclusions.
So, as I was taking the picture of the bathroom sign and thinking of jumping back in the car and getting away as quickly as possible, one of the ladies crossed the street and walked toward me. Of course, I feared the worst and that she was pissed because I had parked on her property. But to my surprise she asked me if I wanted to see her little inn that she had placed in the old Conoco gas station. Who knew? Figuring that this old station would likely not be much to look at, but wanting to be friendly, we agreed that we would like to see the inside. Once inside, I was amazed by the “cuteness” of her little lodging. She took obvious pride in her creation and talked up a storm as she told us about the little hideaway. After some time in this little inn, she revealed that she was also the owner of the bar where I had first seen her and her mother (found that out later) sitting on the curb smoking. She invited us to have a look at her saloon, so we accepted and walked across the street to see it. She was very proud of the place and had done a lot to renovate the old bank. I think the second floor was once a hotel. She told us a bit of the history of the town and we ended up spending close to 45 minutes with the most interesting lady and her mother. Inside the bar was a little food service area with a dining table or two, a traditional bar, and a big wooden table with about 8 or ten good ole boys convivially imbibing. I’m pretty sure most of them wondered, “WTF” as they observed us touring the place. The nameless lady who owned the bar opened the bank vault door to reveal that it had been converted to a big fridge where they kept the beer kegs, six packs, and other items chilled. I would gladly have had a drink at the bar, but I had a lot of miles to go and simply could not do so. We thanked her for the tour and bade her farewell. The lesson you all knew was coming, and I continually attempt to learn, is that a book cannot be judged by its cover. People neither. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.
This incompletely painted Triple 7 has only been flying for Qatar for three months, seen here arriving as QR95 from Doha...the 777 was leased in as they are having ongoing problems with their A350s' paint (as a consequence Airbus cancelled their outstanding order - what a move by the European manufacturer!)