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Picture taken in Madrid, nearby the Plaza Mayor, under clear sky. Shadows of the small balconies are creating a powerful effect on the flat surface of the facade.
Many of the formations are given descriptive names – sculpted by the harsh desert winds into weird shapes which constantly change over time. There are ‘monoliths’ and ‘mushrooms’, ‘ice cream cones’, ‘tents’ and ‘crickets’, as well as the majestic conical flat-topped ‘inselbergs’, to name but a few of the formations.
Beyond this in the ‘New Desert’ which is only accessible by 4WD or camel, the landscape becomes even whiter. The boulders crowd together, are higher and larger and everywhere weird shapes appear that might remind you of a chicken or a hawk, a troupe of dancers or an old men wearing a hat. The shapes change constantly as the light changes and you move around them and as the sun begins to set they turn a softly glowing pink.
“Plicata” is a descriptive term for irises that have patterns of stitched, stippled or banded colors contrasting with the base color. I think that's a great description for this cattleya orchid. Seen at the 2017 San Francisco Orchid Exposition.
Hope you have a great weekend ahead! Thanks, as always, for stopping by and for all of your visits, comments, awards and faves - I appreciate them all.
© Melissa Post 2017
Very descriptive title there! I managed to make it to the Drune party today, and I am glad I did because...I won something in teh photo contest there!
This picture also featuring Sparkles name and lotsa random, half rezzed butts!
Very descriptive title, but well, it is in case someone is curious watching the thumbnail and theydont want to go all the way to the description.
Select one descriptive word here:
List A
1. Striped
2. Jagged
3. Delicate
4. Curved
5. Metallic
Select one object to photograph:
List B
1. Pottery
2. Insect
3. Stone
4. Brush
5. Basket
Metallic brush : Found in my husband's hobby workshop ! :-)
Pity that collembola do not belong to the insect group, otherwise there would certainly have been a springtail here !!!
Zerene stack : 50
"Sapsucker," is an appropriate descriptive name for this woodpecker. It consumes insects, arthropods, fruit and seeds, but its usual and main source of food is the sap of a tree. This is attained by drilling shallow holes in a tree called "sap wells," and using its specially adapted, brush tipped tongue, to lap up the syrup.
The Sapsucker is highly territorial of its sap tree and often nests in or near the tree. I have seen maple trees with so many Sapsucker holes in it that portions of the tree above the holes were dying because of the loss of sap. Josephine Co., OR
Castildetierra is the descriptive name of an incredible geological formation of the type known as Cabezo that is part of the semi-desert landscape of the Bardenas Reales Natural Park and Biosphere Reserve, located southeast of Navarra.
Castildetierra es el descriptivo nombre de una increíble formación geológica del tipo conocido como cabezo que forma parte del paisaje semidesértico del Parque Natural y Reserva de la Biosfera de Bardenas Reales, ubicado al sureste de Navarra.
a descriptive medium, one which in a single picture can give certain kinds of description in a way that is wholly beyond the power of words :-)
Ralph Evans
HSS!! Character Matters!
chrysanthemum, 'Shizu Aki', sarah p duke gardens, duke university, durham, north carolina
A descriptive term used to identify small pieces of iceberg ice. This one could be an aggregate of large chunks of pack ice. It was lodged close to shore at Bauline, NL
This is probably the best descriptive word I can think of when being in the mountains. You feel small. In comparison, everything around you is so much bigger and towers above you, leaving you breathless and small. This is one of those moments where I truly understand when the Psalmist writes, “What is man that You think of him and a son of man that You are concerned of him.” (Psalm 8:4) Creation is so big, so vast, and if you look out on the stars and galaxies, they go beyond what the eye can see or the heart can imagine. We are less than a spec in comparison to the universe, yet God cares for you more than any other part of creation! He cares for mankind, the people He made in His image, above all other aspects of His creation. What a marvelous truth that we can dwell on for all of eternity and still never fully grasp!
The descriptive term morro is common to the Spanish (e.g. El Morro in Havana), Portuguese and Italian languages, and the word is part of many place names where there is a distinctive and prominent rock formation. Note that the similar Spanish descriptive word "moro" indicates a bluish color rather than a shape. Morro Bay is on the Central California coast.
The descriptive name stems from the cliff's distinctive multitudinous check lines in cross-bedded white sandstone which give the impression of a checkerboard. The horizontal lines are caused by cross-bedding, a remnant of ancient sand dunes. The vertical and sub-vertical lines formed by the contraction and expansion of the sandstone caused by temperature changes, freezing and thawing cycles, in combination with wetting and drying.
"Color is descriptive. Black and white is interpretative." - Elliott Erwitt
My husband has been doing some amazing black and white images and the ones that truly surprise me are the ones he does of flowers. I am always drawn to the colors of the blooms but he has shown me that the patterns and textures are more visible when done in B&W. This is going out of my comfort zone to try a purple Iris in monochrome. Although the original color is beautiful, I was mainly enticed by the speckled lower petal on this bloom. By taking away the color, that pattern shows up much better. Thanks to my hubby for the inspiration and a few tips to try. I shall need some practice. :)
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Descriptive label from a 1.5 lb jar of white sand that is in my collection of props for table-taop photography.
Focus stack (18 images) Shot with single off-camer strobe (Godox AD200Pro/Godox XPro II L trigger), round head, camera right 30 degrees 45 degrees bove table aimed at 8 x 10 inch white reflector camera left, angled toward front of subject, 4 x 5 inch mirror on table surface in front of jar. Reflectors used to minimize hot-spots on label.
Shot for Macro Mondays - "ONE WORD"
subject area 25 mm (h) x 53.5 mm (w)
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Common_moorhen
The common moorhen (Gallinula chloropus) (also known as the swamp chicken[2]) is a bird species in the family Rallidae. It is distributed across many parts of the Old World.[3]
The common moorhen lives around well-vegetated marshes, ponds, canals and other wetlands. The species is not found in the polar regions or many tropical rainforests. Elsewhere it is likely the most common rail species, except for the Eurasian coot in some regions.
The closely related common gallinule of the New World has been recognized as a separate species by most authorities,[3] starting with the American Ornithologists' Union and the International Ornithological Committee in 2011.
Name
The name mor-hen has been recorded in English since the 13th century.[5] The word moor here is an old sense meaning marsh;[5] the species is not usually found in moorland. An older name, common waterhen, is more descriptive of the bird's habitat.
A "watercock" is not a male "waterhen" but the rail species Gallicrex cinerea, not closely related to the common moorhen. "Water rail" usually refers to Rallus aquaticus, again not closely related.
The scientific name Gallinula chloropus comes from the Latin Gallinula (a small hen or chicken) and the Greek chloropus (khloros χλωρός green or yellow, pous πούς foot).
Description and ecology
The moorhen is a distinctive species, with dark plumage apart from the white undertail, yellow legs and a red frontal shield. The young are browner and lack the red shield. The frontal shield of the adult has a rounded top and fairly parallel sides; the tailward margin of the red unfeathered area is a smooth waving line. In the related common gallinule of the Americas, the frontal shield has a fairly straight top and is less wide towards the bill, giving a marked indentation to the back margin of the red area.
The common moorhen gives a wide range of gargling calls and will emit loud hisses when threatened.[7] A midsized to large rail, it can range from 30 to 38 cm (12 to 15 in) in length and span 50 to 62 cm (20 to 24 in) across the wings. The body mass of this species can range from 192 to 500 g (6.8 to 17.6 oz).[8][9]
This is a common breeding bird in marsh environments and well-vegetated lakes. Populations in areas where the waters freeze, such as eastern Europe, will migrate to more temperate climes. This species will consume a wide variety of vegetable material and small aquatic creatures. They forage beside or in the water, sometimes walking on lilypads or upending in the water to feed. They are often secretive, but can become tame in some areas. Despite loss of habitat in parts of its range, the common moorhen remains plentiful and widespread.
The birds are territorial during breeding season. The nest is a basket built on the ground in dense vegetation. Laying starts in spring, between mid-March and mid-May in Northern hemisphere temperate regions. About 8 eggs are usually laid per female early in the season; a brood later in the year usually has only 5–8 or fewer eggs. Nests may be re-used by different females. Incubation lasts about three weeks. Both parents incubate and feed the young. These fledge after 40–50 days, become independent usually a few weeks thereafter, and may raise their first brood the next spring. When threatened, the young may cling to the parents' body, after which the adult birds fly away to safety, carrying their offspring with them.[7][10]
On a global scale – all subspecies taken together – the common moorhen is as abundant as its vernacular name implies. It is therefore considered a species of Least Concern by the IUCN.[1] However, small populations may be prone to extinction. The population of Palau, belonging to the widespread subspecies G. c. orientalis and locally known as debar (a generic term also used for ducks and meaning roughly "waterfowl"), is very rare, and apparently the birds are hunted by locals. Most of the population on the archipelago occurs on Angaur and Peleliu, while the species is probably already gone from Koror. In the Lake Ngardok wetlands of Babeldaob, a few dozen still occur, but the total number of common moorhens on Palau is about in the same region as the Guam population: fewer than 100 adult birds (usually fewer than 50) have been encountered in any survey.[11]
The common moorhen is one of the birds (the other is the Eurasian coot, Fulica atra) from which the cyclocoelid flatworm parasite Cyclocoelum mutabile was first described.[12] The bird is also parasitised by the moorhen flea, Dasypsyllus gallinulae.[13]
Subspecies
Five subspecies are today considered valid; several more have been described that are now considered junior synonyms. Most are not very readily recognizable, as differences are rather subtle and often clinal. Usually, the location of a sighting is the most reliable indication as to subspecies identification, but the migratory tendencies of this species make identifications based on location not completely reliable. In addition to the extant subspecies listed below, an undescribed form from the Early Pleistocene is recorded from Dursunlu in Turkey.
Temperature 188°F Interval 12-24 minutes, Duration 2 minutes, Height 10-30 feet.
Named by the 1871 Hayden Expedition, the name is descriptive of the white-colored deposits found in the area. The sinter cone, built upon an older hot spring mound, is 20 feet high. It is an older cone built up by spray. The orifice is now less than four inches in diameter and continued internal deposits may seal it up. An eruption occurs moments after splashing begins. The eruption starts with jets of water progressing into steam and spray. The geyser is temperamental and irregular, but intervals between eruptions can occur from ten minutes to one and a half hours.
Again, forgive me for flora descriptive errors if any here… the State Flower of Oregon! An evergreen shrub that thrives in shaded gardens. Reaches three to six ft (90-180 cm) and spreads two to five ft (60-150 cm). The holly-like leaves emerge bronze-red in spring, mature to glossy dark green by summer, and turn deep burgundy in fall. In spring, it produces racemes of cheerful, bright golden-yellow flowers. After flowering, clusters of dark blue-purple, edible berries appear in late summer, attractive to birds and wildlife but can also be used to make excellent jellies!
In the hoverfly genus Syrphus, there is just one species which have hair on the eyes. This particular one, a female I found outside my neigbour's house on a shrubby cinquefoil (Dasiphora fruticosa), has unusually little hair - but it is still that particular species which has the rather descriptive English name of hairy-eyed syrphus (Syrphus torvus).
The hair isn't really that visible zoomed out, but if you move in closer, you'll see it is there.
Paolo Veneziano's Madonna and Child marries the Venetian aesthetic—based on color and its unifying, descriptive aspect—with the reserved, hieratic Byzantine style. The Christ Child, looking closely at His mother, holds a palm branch, symbolizing His future entry into Jerusalem and subsequent death. The goldfinch, perched on the Madonna’s hand, is a bird associated with thorns and thistles and so is a further allusion to the Passion of Christ. The artist has woven these solemn reminders of Christ’s sacrifice into a visually rich web of color and line.
One descriptive word
1. Striped
2. Jagged
3. Delicate
4. Curved
5. Metallic
One object
1. Pottery
2. Insect
3. Stone
4. Brush
5. Basket
An appropriate descriptive for the Wood Anemone (Anemone quinquefolia), one inch beauties popping up in batches as the first of the wildflowers highlighting the northern landscape.
The descriptive name stems from the cliff's distinctive multitudinous check lines in cross-bedded white sandstone which give the impression of a checkerboard. The horizontal lines are caused by cross-bedding, a remnant of ancient sand dunes. The vertical and sub-vertical lines formed by the contraction and expansion of the sandstone caused by temperature changes, freezing and thawing cycles, in combination with wetting and drying.
Descriptives already used include: magical, fairytale like, dreamscape, otherworldly, mystical, enchanted, beautiful and mysterious.
Yes, in other words, this would be Panther Creek Falls, a place that ranks (currently) in my top four for waterfalls of the Pacific Northwest. It's not an easy place to shoot, despite all that crazy beauty, and I was quite pleased to come away with this shot, which showcases some of the amazing details this falls has and yet manages (I think) to avoid looking too "busy".
Taken with my Nikon FM.
The title is pretty self-descriptive. Balanced Rock, Arches National Park, Utah.
Once again, I had a wonderful time with some amazing people. You know who you are. Thank you!!
Not much to report from this location. It's a stunning drive through Arches National Park and Balanced Rock is right off the road but just because it is, does it make it less worth shooting than other locations which require some hiking to get to? No, definitely not, but it requires some extra effort to get something new, something that has not been done a million times before, but only 3729 times.
I am not claiming there was no Photoshop involved. So there, purists! Blend of two exposures. One for the foreground: 15 seconds, f/2.8, ISO 400. One for the Milky Way: 20seconds, f/2.8, ISO 800.
Lorenzo Costa the Elder (Ferrara, 1460 - Mantua, 5 March 1535) - Adoration of the Magi (1499) - Oil on Canvas dimensions 75 x 181.3 cm - Pinacoteca di Brera Milano
L’opera costituiva, in origine, la predella della pala d’altare di Francesco Francia, raffigurante la Natività di Cristo e santi, commissionata per la chiesa di Santa Maria della Misericordia a Bologna da Antonio Galeazzo Bentivoglio, figlio del signore di Bologna, al ritorno da un viaggio in Terra Santa. Questo spiega il tono cavalleresco della scena e la presenza nel corteo di membri della famiglia Bentivoglio.
Pala e predella giunsero a Brera nel 1809, mentre la cimasa con Cristo risorto tra la Vergine annunciata e l’angelo, restava nella collezione originaria; la pala ritornò a Bologna nel 1816.
L’opera è caratterizzata da una composizione paratattica, dove l’azione si frammenta nei singoli episodi narrativi che animano il corteo dei magi e dove l’evento principale passa quasi in secondo piano, travolto dall’abbondanza di dettagli descrittivi e dall’esuberanza decorativa dei panneggi delle vesti; vi si riconoscono precisi echi della pittura fiorentina di fine Quattrocento.
The panel originally constituted the predella of Francesco Francia’s altarpiece dedicated to the Nativity of Christ and Saints, commissioned for the church of Santa Maria della Misericordia in Bologna by Antonio Galeazzo Bentivoglio, the son of the lord of Bologna, on his return from the Holy Land, which explains the chivalrous tone of the scene and the presence of members of the Bentivoglio family in the Magi’s retinue. The altarpiece and predella arrived in Brera in 1809, while the finial with the Risen Christ between Our Lady of the Annunciation and the Angel, also by Costa, remained in its original location; the altarpiece was sent back to Bologna in 1816.
The work is characterized by a paratactic composition, in which the action is broken up into individual episodes of the story. These animate the procession of the Magi while the main event is pushed almost into the background, overwhelmed by the abundance of descriptive detail and the decorative exuberance of the drapery . It is possible to discern precise echoes of the Florentine painting of the late 15th century.
Sometimes even the most simple descriptive titles sound like a Dr. Seuss poem.
This shot is from mid-February during the very early part of the “superbloom” that is taking over many of the desert areas out west. Bluebonnets are a type of lupine. Compared to the lupines we have here in Maine and New Hampshire they are quite a bit smaller, but just as beautiful when they cover an otherwise barren desert. This was my first time seeing flowers in the desert, and it was quite a sight.
The Milky Way didn’t really get up above the hill here until just after astronomical twilight started before sunrise, so the sky is very blue from the scattered sunlight (like daytime) since it was not full darkness.
Nikon Z 6 with FTZ adapter and NIKKOR 14-24mm f/2.8 lens @ 14mm. Blend of 12 total images. The sky is from 10 exposures at ISO 3200 @ f/2.8 and 10 seconds each, star stacked with Starry Landscape (Mac only) for pinpoint stars and low noise. On Windows you can use Sequator for star stacking with landscapes. Photoshop can do it but it’s a manual pain in the butt and doesn’t always work. The foreground is from 2 exposures, both at f/11 and 30 seconds, but one was at ISO 800 and the other was at ISO 100. I pulled in focus to get the very close bluebonnets in focus in one of the shots. The scene was getting bright quickly as the sun was approaching the horizon, and in the 6 minutes that passed between the foreground shots that I ended up using (I was taking another foreground shot in between and checking out previous shots, etc) there was enough light that I could do ISO 100 at 30 seconds instead of 800 at 30 seconds. I kept the foreground exposures to 30 seconds to minimize any movement in the flowers from the wind, but I was lucky and it was just about dead calm, which was almost eerie in a very dark place in the middle of nowhere without any noise other than my own movements.
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This photographic story of mine, with descriptive text, was created in Novara di Sicilia (ME) on August 15th of this year, on the occasion of a suggestive traditional religious and popular celebration, that of the Apotheosis of the Assumption (in Heaven), which takes place every 5 years, however due to the bans issued during the Covid, it was not celebrated in 2020, so this celebration had not been held for 10 years. I would like to tell the origins of this ancient tradition, which began with the arrival of the Normans in Sicily around the year 1000. At that time, Southern Italy was a coexistence of peoples, religions, and languages, the most diverse. The majority were the Lombards. There were also the Greeks, with the Greek population of Calabria and Salento (i.e., the Byzantines), with the Greek Church based in Constantinople. It was not a foreign Byzantine domination, but rather the people of those lands for centuries. Then there were the Arabs who had conquered Sicily, and even under the Arabs in Sicily, Greeks, Latins, and Jews coexisted; the populations coexisted with each other, and the leaders waged war against each other. Then, in southern Italy, the Normans arrived, seeking adventure and fortune. They were French from Northern France, and the descendants of the Vikings from Scandinavia. the Norman Roger 1st of Sicily (known as the Great Count Roger) together with his brother, conquered Puglia, Calabria, subsequently they allied themselves with an Arab emir reigning in Sicily, who asked them for help because he was fighting against another Arab emir present in Sicily, Roger landed in Messina in February 1061 managing to occupy the eastern part of Sicily, thirty years after his landing in Sicily, in 1091 Roger could say he was master of all of Sicily; Ancient literature credits Great Count Roger with initiating the celebrations of the Assumption, whose banner featured the image of the Our Lady Ascending to Heaven. Under his patronage, the process of "re-Christianization" of the island began. Devotion to the Virgin was strengthened in the territory of Novara di Sicilia in the 12th century with the arrival of the French abbot Hugh (also proclaimed a saint), sent to Sicily by Bernard of Clairvaux, of the Cistercian Order, which has the figure of the Assumption as a cornerstone of its religious institution. This celebration-feast has seen mixed fortunes. Before the Second World War, the float with the Assumption was carried in procession along with approximately 15 floats of various saints. After that conflict, the bishop banned carrying statues of saints alongside the Assumption. With the Great Jubilee of 2000, the ancient tradition was revived with the Saints preceding the Assumption's exit. They arrive in the town's main square, forming a semicircle, awaiting the arrival of the Assumption, which in the meantime has been carried in procession through the town's streets. Upon her return to the square around midnight, the Assumption of Mary is reunited with all the Saints, giving life to the supreme expression of the Apotheosis of Mary Assumed into Heaven, amidst songs, litanies, and prayers. This, in short, is a great, heartfelt procession that begins in the afternoon and continues late into the night, with the many floats of saints preceding that of the Assumption of Mary, characterized by having their arms raised high, and the presence of more than 150 candles being lit. The official logo of the Solemn Apotheosis of the Assumption encloses the presence of the 15 saints as if they were 15 roses, arranged in a crown around the monogram "M - A" (Our Lady Ascending to Heaven): for Dante Alighieri in the Divine Comedy the "Mystical Rose" is "the Love of God", a symbol of divine perfection, peace, and the beauty of Paradise, linked to the figure of Mary, the Mystical Rose par excellence. Thus the Apotheosis is nothing other than the Embrace that God, through Mary and the Saints, addresses to all men.
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Questo mio racconto fotografico, con testo descrittivo, è stato realizzato a Novara di Sicilia (ME) il 15 di agosto di quest’anno, in occasione di una suggestiva celebrazione tradizionale religiosa e popolare, quella della Apoteosi dell’Assunta (in Cielo), che prende vita ogni 5 anni, purtuttavia causa i divieti emanati durante il covid, nel 2020 non venne celebrata, sicchè questa celebrazione era da 10 anni che non veniva svolta. Desidero raccontare le origini di questa antica tradizione, essa nasce con l’arrivo dei Normanni in Sicilia attorno all’Anno Mille, in quel periodo nell’Italia Meridionale c’era una convivenza di popoli, religioni, lingue, le più diverse, la maggioranza era data dai Longobardi, c’erano i Greci, con la popolazione greca della Calabria, del Salento (ovvero i Bizantini) con la Chiesa Greca che faceva capo a Costantinopoli, non era una dominazione bizantina straniera, ma erano i popoli di quelle terre da secoli, poi c'erano gli Arabi che avevano conquistato la Sicilia, ed anche sotto gli arabi in Sicilia, convivenao Greci, Latini, Ebrei, le popolazioni convivevano tra loro, erano i capi che si facevano la guerra tra di loro; poi nel meridione d’Italia arrivarono i Normanni, in cerca di avventura e di fortuna, essi erano francesi della Francia del Nord, essi erano i discendenti dei Vichinghi provenienti dalla Scandinavia; il Normanno Ruggero 1° di Sicilia (detto il Gran Conte Ruggero) insieme al fratello, conquista la Puglia, la Calabria, successivamente si allearono con un emiro arabo regnante in Sicilia, che chiedeva loro aiuto perché in lotta contro un altro emiro arabo presente in Sicilia, Ruggero sbarcò a Messina nel febbraio del 1061 riuscendo ad occupare la parte orientale della Sicilia, dopo trent'anni dal suo sbarco in Sicilia, nel 1091 Ruggero poté dirsi padrone di tutta la Sicilia; l’antica letteratura indica il Gran Conte Ruggero promotore dei festeggiamenti dell’Assunta, sul cui stendardo campeggiava l’immagine dell’Assunta, sotto la cui protezione ebbe inizio il processo di “ricristianizzazione” dell’isola, devozione verso la Vergine che si rafforza nel territorio di Novara di Sicilia nel XII secolo con l’arrivo dell’abate francese Ugo (anch’egli proclamato Santo), inviato in Sicilia da Bernardo di Chiaravalle, dell’Ordine Cistercense, che ha come pilastro portante la figura dell’Assunta nella sua istituzione religiosa. Questa celebrazione-festa ha visto alterne fortune, prima del secondo conflitto mondiale la vara con l’Assunta veniva portata in processione assieme a circa 15 vare di diversi santi, dopo tale conflitto ci fu il divieto vescovile di portare le statue dei santi insieme all’Assunta; col Grande Giubileo del 2000 l’antica tradizione riprese vita coi Santi che precedono l’uscita dell’Assunta, giungendo nella piazza principale del paese, disponendosi a semicerchio, aspettando l’arrivo dell’Assunta che nel frattempo è stata condotta in processione nelle vie del paese, al suo rientro in piazza verso mezzanotte Maria Assunta si ricongiunge con tutti i Santi, dando vita alla massima espressione dell’Apoteosi di Maria Assunta in Cielo, tra canti, litanie e preghiere. Questa, in sintesi, è una grande, sentita, processione che inizia nel pomeriggio, per proseguire a notte fonda, con le tante vare di santi che precedono quella di Maria Assunta, caratterizzata dall'avere le braccia rivolte in alto, e la presenza di più di 150 candele che vengono accese. Il logo ufficiale della Solenne Apoteosi dell’Assunta racchiude la presenza dei 15 santi come fossero 15 rose, disposte a corona attorno al monogramma “M – A” (Madonna Assunta): per Dante Alighieri nella Divina Commedia la “Rosa Mistica” è “l’Amore di Dio”, simbolo della perfezione divina, pace, bellezza del Paradiso, collegata alla figura di Maria, Rosa Mistica per eccellenza, ecco che l’Apoteosi altro non è che l’Abbraccio che Dio, tramite Maria ed i Santi, rivolge a tutti gli uomini.
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Very descriptive of my mood today and although Halloween is over a month away it just seemed appropriate to start decorating, if that's what I would call it.
With the rain and the storms, cabin fever, and turmoil it does seem as if the walls are closing in on me. I hope sunnier days are ahead. I wish I could stop the rain.
Descriptive signage amongst the bright lights of Broadway in Times Square. New York, New York, USA.
Señalización descriptiva entre las luces brillantes de Broadway en Times Square. Nueva York, Nueva York, Estados Unidos.
The descriptive term morro is common to the Spanish (e.g. El Morro in Havana), Portuguese and Italian languages, and the word is part of many place names where there is a distinctive and prominent rock formation. Note that the similar Spanish descriptive word "moro" indicates a bluish color rather than a shape. Morro Bay is on the Central California coast.
Nothing like a descriptive title eh? :o)
I loved this abandoned house as it had so much character with the porch and the small round window, but I can't help thinking that the add on garage kind of let it down a bit.
Chrome Update for those of you who are interested...
It's only been a day, and already I have had issues with stats and contacts images loading. So I find myself alternating between browsers for different functions...Joy! It appears I only have issues with Flickr, all other websites are fine in any of the 3 browsers I now have on the go....So Thanks Flickr!
On the plus side my images don't look as soft in Chrome in here.
Eight evenings ago, on 12 August 2016, friend Dorothy phoned and asked if I'd like to go with them to Kananaskis the next day. A last minute decision - and of course I said yes! What a great day we had in the mountains, with perfect weather and so many mushrooms to keep all three of us happy. The highlight for me was when we saw Strawberries and Cream fungi / Hynellum peckii, my favourite fungus. Quite a few of them, too, which was a real treat, as we don't usually come across them.
When I think how many endless rainy days we have been having the last few weeks, we were so lucky that the sun shone, the temperature was pleasant, and a slight breeze kept comfort levels just right.
Our first brief stop was at a pond on the way to Bragg Creek, where a mutual friend had seen a Common Loon, but there was no sign of it when we were there. From there, once we eventually reached the mountains, we stopped at a large pond to check for birds and kept our eyes open for any mushrooms. The ground seemed too dry here, for any fungus to be growing. However, we were treated to wonderful views of a beautiful Osprey perched on top of a tall coniferous tree further down the path. It flew to a few different trees and then finally made the plunge for a fish, with success. What a splash it made! Once caught, it flew out of sight - maybe it had a nest somewhere with young ones to feed.
Our next stop was further into the mountains and we found that the ground was damper and more conducive to the growth of mushrooms. I suspect that after all the rain we've had this summer, one could find mushrooms growing almost anywhere now. We were certainly lucky at this location, finding various species. The individual Hydnellum peckii fungi that we saw were not hugely photogenic, but wonderful to see, both at this location and our next stop, at Kananaskis Lakes. This species has "teeth", not gills underneath, which you can just make out in this photo.
"Hydnellum peckii is an inedible (though not toxic) fungus, and a member of the genus Hydnellum of the family Bankeraceae. It is a hydnoid species, producing spores on the surface of vertical spines or tooth-like projections that hang from the undersurface of the fruit bodies. It is found in North America, Europe, and was recently discovered in Iran (2008) and Korea (2010). Hydnellum peckii is a mycorrhizal species, and forms mutually beneficial relationships with a variety of coniferous trees, growing on the ground singly, scattered, or in fused masses.
The fruit bodies typically have a funnel-shaped cap with a white edge, although the shape can be highly variable. Young, moist fruit bodies can "bleed" a bright red fluid that contains a pigment known to have anticoagulant properties similar to heparin. The unusual appearance of the young fruit bodies has earned the species several descriptive common names, including strawberries and cream, the bleeding Hydnellum, the bleeding tooth fungus, the red-juice tooth, and the Devil's tooth. Although Hydnellum peckii fruit bodies are readily identifiable when young, they become brown and nondescript when they age." From Wikipedia.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hydnellum_peckii
Lunch was eaten at a convenient picnic table right by a large creek after this first walk. While we were sitting there, a cute little Chipmunk (Least Chipmunk?) stopped long enough to take a quick peek at us through the tall grass blades. I suspect it thought it was well hidden.
After our lunch, we drove to Kananaskis Lakes and went for a most enjoyable hike - a very slow one, as there were lots of mushrooms! We had been along this trail in previous years and had found a good variety of fungi. There were so many people on the trail! Good to see everyone out enjoying the good weather, fresh mountain air, and beautiful scenery.
Thanks so much, Dorothy and Stephen, not just for this great day out, but for also helping to make my wait for my new car to arrive, easier! Greatly appreciated.
A Prowling Affair
“A time for everything: A time to relax, and a time to be busy. A time to frolic and a time to labor. A time to give and a time to receive. A time to give, a time to begin and a time to finish.”
…Jonathon Lockwood Huie
“A time to lose and a time to gain. And for all these things, there is a first time, which is now.”
…Unknown
I’ve never cared for the rather unimaginatively given name of
“Pickpocket.”
Personally, I prefer the term “lifter” as a more adequately descriptive definition of what I was really into at the time.
Lifting as in from a pocket, purse, and beyond.
Beyond being lifting something specifically being worn by the person, such as a watch, bracelet, brooch, necklace, and even earring(s).
But then, that is just me being me.
So those statements being said, they are not really important to this story I am about to tell. For it was this occasion that “lifted” me into a whole different level of thievery.
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I was at one of my favorite haunts, a wedding reception. This one is very upscale and quite richly delicious.
Almost like I had walked into the aftermath of two rooms being completely dumped onto a third one full of people. One room was full of expensive designer attire, the other full of over-the-top expensive jewellery.
Hopefully, you get the picture of what I was seeing.
I was dressed for an evening out, wearing a sexily short-skirted black satin dress with loose ruffles down the open neckline, a gold belt, and gold dangling earrings. My long red hair was straight down with a curl at the ends. I carried my long black velvet shoulder purse.
The reception was supposed to be a private affair but had so many guests that it was not hard for strangers like myself to mingle in.
It was a late evening affair, held in the huge basement area of a five-star hotel, with an interior entrance and one large exterior front entrance. Both of which had manned security booths set up. However, in the far backside, we’re two long corridors. One had the ladies' loo and a door at the end that led to outside gardens. The other contained the gentleman’s loo with a door at the end leading to a back parking lot, not fenced in.
Neither outside door was watched, or locked. And people were going in and out of those doors regularly. Didn’t make much sense not to be watched, but that was how I gained a surprisingly easy entry.
Cautiously I entered, immediately spying a pair of sweet sixteeners coming out of the loo ahead of me. They definitely were not sisters. They were also definitely royally decked out. Both were wearing long sequined satin gowns(blue and peach)with matching gloves. The gowns were fitted, designer, made, and had obviously been bridesmaid’s dresses for a different wedding each. Both wore their long silky hair elegantly up, held by mother-of-pearl clasps. The twittering pair also were jewelled up, sporting sweet gleaming sets of real matched pearls that swayed with a mesmerizing motion to the girl’s perky gait.
They paid no heed to me, and I lazily followed them inside the main chambre.
Contemplating that if the young adults were dolled up like this, what must the legal adults be wearing?
I had my answer soon enough, and my first few minutes inside is what plopped the rooms being dumped together thought of mine which I wrote about at the beginning.
It was delicious, moving in and out as I canvassed the room,admiring the sumptuous attire of the men and ladies present, expensive jewellery beckoning, plump purses, and fat wallets invitingly everywhere. I was ever on the lookout for opportunities to use my skilled fingers over.
My first opportunity looked to come my way as I whimsically found myself following a short brunette wearing a simply lovely gown that I actually owned a non-designer version of in the same colour , which is what caught my eye.
It was a green gown with a tight velvet bodice and free-falling taffeta skirt. I wish I looked as good in my copy as she did in her fitted one.
She was handsomely sporting a dazzling teardrop emerald pendant surrounded by diamonds hanging from a solid gold braided chain. It was bouncing from her perky breasts as she walked, creating quite the taunting show.
I could well imagine myself looking into a mirror wearing my version of that gown while also wearing that emerald and diamond set pendant.
As a plus, her long hair was up, exposing the gold clasp of the necklace she wore. Since I was still getting my feet wet, I was content with just stalking and seeing if it led to something.
It did, but not for her necklace.
As I was following the brunette I spotted a gorilla of a man wearing a far too-tight tux. He was showing off by lifting a squealing lady over his head like one would lift a set of weights.
Three of the lady's girlfriends, dressed in gowns of lavender, maroon, and neon lime, formed a half circle as they all watched laughing, pushing, and pawing against one another’s well-dressed figures as they cheered the bloke on.
With a twinge of reluctance, I decided to pass on the brunette for this much easier opportunity.
So I left her to go on her hip-swaying way, then got in with the half circle of sumptuously dressed ladies and joined in with the touchy-feely fun.
As he was bending over to put her down, I saw his jacket was lifted exposing a thick wallet now protruding from his hip pocket.
The girl joined her friends and as the “gorilla” watched with a half-pleased smile, I left them and walked past him, patting him on the rear with a slight squeeze.
I easily helped his wallet out the rest of the way as I patted his rear while saying to the prat’s backside…
“That has to be more fun than working out in a gym, eh laddie?”
Ok, so that was picking a pocket. But I still prefer the phrase lifting.
As in the solid silver Cartier watch, and the loosely worn emerald gemstone cocktail ring I lifted off two of the three watchers as we giggled together, and I happily stroked my fingers along their too soft sleek gowned, giggly warm, unsuspecting bodies.
With three scores now under my belt, my fingers deliciously tingled as I continued meandering my way amongst the happily partying guests, biding my time as I enjoyed the showy glamour of the reception halls’ guests.
The first dance time for the Bride and her Consort came.
Lights dimmed.
I began pressing up from behind against the couples in front. Seeing a sea of arms wrapped around silken waistlines. I eased off a man’s Rolex from his wrist as he held it against his wife’s satin-gowned waist. Similarly, I then relieved a lady’s gloved wrist of a gold jewelled bracelet as I pressed the fingers of my free hand against the side of her delightfully tingling feeling taffeta gown. My apologies to her were accepted as my other hand pocketed the bracelet.
Then as the wedding party held the floor, another hip pocket of a male watcher was relieved of a fat billfold.
Two picks and a lift for you language police out there.
Then the dance area, with the lights still dimmed, erupted as couples swarmed onto the floor. I went with the flow. Lifting a plump wallet from a swinging purse in the process as I cut through.
I then stationed myself in the outskirts watching the dancers. A fast dance tune started up and many of the men retreated leaving mostly ladies in shiny flowing gowns and swinging long shimmery skirts gyrating and jostling to the fast beat.
I spotted a lady wearing a taffeta gown with a diamond broach holding at the side of her waist.
I started to swing to the beat myself, wading in.
I worked my way to her, passing in the process the two sweet sixteen-year-olds and their swinging ropes of pearls. Brushing alongside them I spotted my prey. I zeroed in and jostled against her sweaty figure. Managing to easily pluck off her pricey broach as I slipped past.
Love the feel of an expensive taffeta gown.
I briefly considered leaving at that point. But there was still one traditional part of the reception I was waiting for, the Bride’s Bouquet throw.
Think of the potential.
A group of jostling, well-dressed ladies all focused on one thing. With someone like myself focused on another. There is no other opportunity like this, with the possible exception of midnight on New Year’s when the lights are dimmed over a swarming sea of guests.
So I behaved myself, catching a smoke and a free drink as I waited with anticipation.
Finally, it was announced and all of us single girls went out onto the dance floor.
I watched and like a lioness in the bush, circled around in the back.
I saw a young lady of twelve coming out to take part. She was a darling, dollied and dressed up like an adult. She was wearing blue mascara, that matched the colour of the long flowing blue satin gown she adorably was wearing. A fancy Long rhinestone necklace of diamonds and sapphires, were glistening down the front of her gown as she boldly made her way in.
When she passed me I cut her off and bumped right into her. As she wobbled on her blue leather pumps, my right hand shot up, lifting the front of her necklace as my left unsnapped the simple clasp. I pulled her necklace off with my right hand as she went off an apologetic ”Sorry miss ” like it had been her fault.
I had taken her necklace because I felt peeved that anyone not of marrying age would feel she should be allowed to take part, spoiling the tradition. Like having a cap and gown graduation for preschoolers, complete with diplomas. Kinda of ruins the meaning for those of us graduating after long years of schooling.
Sorry, but really, was a twelve-year-old going to be the one to marry next?
Oh by the by, the young girl's obviously wealthy mum was not wearing jewellery, otherwise, I would have targeted her instead to make my silent point.
So after that random encounter, I went back on the prowl, quickly choosing a likely victim and legitimately eligible participant.
I happily positioned myself.
The girl I had chosen was a tall thin blonde tightly encased in a white silk dress. Her jewels consisted mostly of 14K gold chains. Except for a gold tennis bracelet set with diamonds and rubies which is what I had my sights on.
Then, who should pop up next to the blonde? Why it was the short brunette wearing that simply lovely green velvet and taffeta gown like the one I had back in my closet at the flat.
Also wearing that delectable dazzling pendant.
I had not seen her since I had first started to follow her, and truth be told, had almost forgotten all about her.
I immediately wedged against the girl next to me(a nice lady in a silk gown with pearls) and got behind the brunette
The brunette chick's hair was still up, exposing the gold clasp of the necklace she wore, with that expensively flashy jewelled pendant at its bottom. She was short, the neckline of her gown coming up to my chin. It was now all a matter of timing.
As the bridal bouquet of roses was thrown and everyone lunged forward my fingers snaked up the backside of her soft gown and reaching the necklace I lifted the clasp and with a perfectly executed lift, opened it, slipping off her necklace almost before her high-heeled feet were firmly back on the ground.
I pulled away with my prize. And she with hers, for my victim had actually been the one catching the bouquet.
I turned, almost bumping into the pair of sweet sixteens in the satin bridesmaids' gowns who had been standing off to one side of us trying their luck at catching the bouquet.
We exchanged smiles and actually started walking off in the same direction. I pulled back and discreetly followed them.
Watching with interest as their gowns were richly fluttering along their svelte youthfully pointed figures. They then entered the same back corridor where I had first encountered them.
I saw one pulling out a pack of cigarettes as they whispered between themselves.
Happily, I overheard that they were sneaking off for a smoke.
For I saw opportunity knocking.
Following the girls I stood at the door of the loo as they slipped out the back door.
I turned and followed.
I was anticipating a chance to use their fear of being caught by me outside smoking, to allow me to chum right in and once I told them I saw no reason why they shouldn’t be smoking, receive relieved hugs from them as I left. Relieving each of them in turn by trimming off some of their pearled baubles.
At least that was the scenario that played out in my head.
One that had worked for me before. Except for that last time, three well-dressed younger ladies had been outside sneaking drinks from a flask. A pair of diamond earrings, a gold braided necklace, and a stunning diamond pin, had been my relieving picks from them.
So deciding that an opportunity for a pearl lift may be at hand I circled out and just followed the giggling and smoke signals emitting from their hidden roost.
I maneuvered up, unseen, behind them. And once again, I was that lioness hidden in the bush, waiting for the right moment to pounce.
As I waited, watching their adorably gowned and pearled figures as they giggled and gabbed on freely, I easily overheard the pair of sweet ones talking about their planned sleepover at the one girl's house.
The pretty pair were going to be alone since both parents were staying overnight at the hotel next to the reception.
I thought to myself how lovely it would be to burgle that house. To acquire all of the girl's delicious pearls, and possibly more?!
Then an epiphany as new as it was intriguing shot into my mind.
Why not try it?
I already had a nice haul for the evening. So if I could not pull it off I stood to lose nothing.
It was a gamble I was willing to take.
I stood there and watched, listened until the pair finished and swished their way back inside, none the wiser that they(and their pricy jewellery)had been watched in close proximity by a thief.
In a total bit of whimsy I went back to my sports coupe parked across an empty street from the lot. Once there I lit a cigarette of my own and stood vigil over the back parking lot.
There I could see several fancy cars parked. Including the fire-red Porsche that I had learned the one girl would be driving herself and her friend home in for their sleepover. The sports car was a sixteenth birthday gift from her parents.
All I received on my sweet sixteen was a summons to the head mistress’s office.
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It was nearly two hours before I spied the fetchingly pretty pair walking out across that parking lot, smoking cigarettes like petite geysers.
They were vulnerably alone, their shiny long gowns flowing along svelte youthful figures with an air of elegance that called out to be noticed.
And with those gorgeous pearls, they were wearing, both clueless chicks presented a pair of prettily attired targets for a thief.
Fortunately, there were no muggers around. Only me, a thief with quite different aspirations on acquiring pearls this evening.
Seeing the girls leaving I got in my coupe and followed the red Porsche as it turned the corner.
It was easy to follow them. The driver was inexperienced enough not to have a lead foot.
The Porsche finally turned into the secluded driveway leading to a large two-story gothic stone structure, with small balconies outside the upper floor windows. As was a common sight with these large houses, a metal flower trellis reached up one side in between two balconies.
I found a place to pull over and quickly got out to sneak up and scout the grounds surrounding the house.
I saw a light go on upstairs, conveniently on the trellis side. Thankful my dress was tightly form-fitting, I went over and climbed up far enough to peek inside the upper-floor window
It was a bedroom, walls painted pink. Both girls were inside, starting to undress. Totally so into themselves that the pretty things had no idea a thief was eyeing them with sinister intent.
Licking my lips I watched the pair removing thier delicious pearls and piling them up on the vanity next to an open oak jewellery case, the contents shimmering in the light.
Then they pulled off their gloves and slipped out of their gowns, wearing only long slinking silk slips. Both girls, long hair now down, slipped into fancy satin robes and giggling, headed out the door.
I slipped back down the trellis and skirted the house. A light in the basement came on.
Crouching in the shadows I peeked in. The handsomely satin-wrapped pair were sitting on a couch in the furnished basement. Passing back and forth a clear bottle containing an amber-coloured liquor. Scotch I presumed.
Seeing they were becoming quickly intoxicated, I rose and with a feeling of utter confidence, went back to the trellis and climbed back up to the window.
It was conveniently left unlatched.
Piece of cake this burgling business apparently could be.
Turned out, It was a piece of cake.
Beginner’s luck, we’ll see.
I slipped over the sill and into the bedroom they had changed in.
The young lady's pearls piled on a vanity, next to the open jewellery case were my first target.
As the clueless young pair in the furnished basement was getting drunk, I put on a pair of satin evening gloves found on one of the gowns and lifted(or picked) the bedroom clean of valuables.
No persnickety housemaid could have done a more efficient job of picking clean that bedroom, or as quickly, as I did that early morning.
Then I left the room to hit the parent’s master bedroom.
It was the one on the opposite side of the hallway.
Inside I found a tall Jewelry Armoire. I opened it up and my eyes were dazzled by the display of pricy day jewelry it held. Or had held for another ten minutes until I emptied its contents into my already bulging purse.
I knew the mum would be wearing the good stuff at the wedding, the rest may be inside a safe, which was beyond my skill level in picking.
I briefly wondered if the owner of the red Porsche knew her parent's safe combination.
I thought of taking the time to find out. But shook my head no. Time to skedaddle.
Then I saw it. In my rush, I had almost missed a solitary piece of jewellery laying out on a nightstand.
It was a dazzler. An almost 7-centimeter wide bracelet, set with 7 strands of diamonds. Three strands of round stones each flanking a centre strand of pear-shaped stones. Vulgarly expensive.
But why was it out? A trap?
I edged up to the nightstand and looked around. Nothing else appeared out of place.
Except for that expensively flashy diamond bracelet.
Looking around, I carefully eased it off the nightstand. Nothing happened, not that I knew what could have happened.
I stuffed the bracelet inside my purse, still looking warily around.
I shrugged my feelings of danger off and left the room. Though perhaps a tad bit quicker than necessary.
I went back to the pink bedroom, then climbed back out the window and down the metal trellis
I stopped by the basement window for one last peek. The young shiny attired darlings were intensely hugging each other. The bottle of scotch was now almost empty.
Suddenly a naughty picture popped inside my head, with no proper rhyme, nor reason.
In that picture, I saw the pair still dressed voluptuously up in their satin gowns, tied up gagged, and sinister hands groping as the haplessly squirming sweet sixteeners were being relieved of pearls. Then long feminine fingers were tickling in the girl’s sensitive areas until a safe opening combination was coughed up.
It was a picture that would not go away. I shook my head to get them out and left.
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I ruined the dress I was wearing, but I realized I had gotten away with enough small pricey valuables that gave me a profit that more than doubled my pickings combined over the previous 4 months.
As I drove home I experienced such a rush of euphoria that I decided the experience just had to be relived.
When I got back to my rooms, I changed into my satin pjs and empty my purse onto the black satin sheets of my bed.
I lifted the pearls and couldn’t stop fingering them as my euphoria overwhelmed me with sweeping hot flashes of giddiness over my accomplishments.
It was a lovely feeling. Both sensuous and a bit of hard sexual desires.
Not really sure where the bound and gagged fantasy picture came from. Or what it was foretelling if anything.
But the reality of tonight’s experience lay in glittering heaps on my black satin sheets.
I picked up the far to valuably shimmering diamond bracelet.
Pondering.
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I bring that last memory up because years later I may have found out why the diamond bracelet had been left out.
For apparently some of the ultra-wealthy, as a ruse, will leave out several pieces of valuable jewels as a deterrent. Hoping the inexperienced thief will grab those and flee without searching further. Which is exactly what I did.
It also means that those two sweet sixteeners may have been the only barrier between me and a potentially small fortune in hidden jewels.
So maybe that fantasy vision I had about tickling to find a safe combination could have been an unrealized sixth sense moment?
One never knows.
Fini
Although angelic and choirboy are descriptions of Brian Jones those descriptive words don't pop into most people's heads right away when describing him although thousands of references to Brian have been made using these words. However, Brian Jones. the true founder and one time leader of the Rolling Stones was anything but an angel.
Yet, fifty years and more after his mysterious death, he is still an enigmatic figure. Stories are still being written about Brian Jones. Written about his looks, his life and his prodigious musical talent. He could play any instrument in short order. Listen to 'Lady Jane' and it is Brian on the mountain Dulcimer, to 'Let's Spend the Night Together' and it is Brian pounding out the chords on the piano, On 'Paint it Black', Brian does a great job on the Indian Sitar. I loved hearing his echoing flute on 'Ruby Tuesday'. Flute, guitar, percussion, you name it he played it.
On the night of 3rd July, 1969, fifty years ago, Brian went for a midnight swim and within the space of a few short minutes ended up drowned in his own pool. The people who were there, the stories told to authorities were all supposedly checked out but, there still remains a huge mystery.
I for one, have never forgotten seeing him on Ed Sullivan all those misty years ago. I loved him then, I love him now and will forever miss him and wonder what happened and what could have been had he lived.
Miss you, Brian.
Please enjoy "Lady Jane", Brian Jones on Mountain Dulcimer, 1966. www.youtube.com/watch?v=XirG-qwMCMc