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Le monde que j’espérais
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Ce n’est pas le monde que j’espérais
Là-bas, des fleurs sont mortes dans des sursauts de lumière et de détonations.
Une odeur d’horreur
Le monde que je souhaite ne viendra pas à moi sans peine
Il ne viendra pas de lui-même
Il y a des fleurs, là, tout à côté
Une lumière de paix
Une force en nous
Une promesse de développement humain
Et si, je commençais par partager cette lumière?
Et le jardin tout autour?
Je me dirigerais enfin vers le monde que je souhaite
Ce monde ne viendra pas à moi sans peine
Patrice
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The world I hoped for
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This is not the world I hoped for.
There, the flowers are dead under the bursts of light and detonations.
The smell of horror.
The world I hope for will not come without pain
Will not come on its own.
There are flowers, there right beside
A light of peace,
A force within us,
A promise of human growth.
And if, I started to share this light?
And the garden around?
It will guide me finally towards the world I hope for.
This world will not come to me without pain
Patrice
The Mária Valéria bridge joins Esztergom in Hungary and Štúrovo in Slovakia, across the River Danube. The bridge is some 500 metres in length. It is named after Archduchess Marie Valerie of Austria, (1868–1924), the fourth child of Emperor Franz Josef, and Elisabeth.
The bridge was designed by János Feketeházy in 1893; he built several bridges on the Danube, including the Liberty bridge in Budapest and the Elisabeth bridge between Komárno and Komárom. Since its opening on 28 September 1895, the bridge has been destroyed twice. On 22 July 1919 the bridge was destroyed by a detonation at its first pier on its western side but the bridge was renovated in 1922 and completely reconstructed in 1926. During World War II, retreating German troops blew up the bridge on 26 December 1944 along with other bridges near Esztergom.
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A little bit different from what I normally do. Taken in my favorite wetlands area close to home. I was curious if godwits already would be back ( I year ago I posted this shot, www.flickr.com/photos/115540984@N02/25863932820/, with perfect focus!). But being very early in spring, it might have been too early. In the part where I normally come I only could see a few, but at the end of the day I drove around to see an enormous group in a small pool.
All of a sudden they all went up ( a bit too fast for me, I guess), but I do like to share this enormous spectacle of godwits going up. I used a lens correction (well "correction") to enhance the effect of panic. ( I have a few shots more, also when they settle down again. I might post that later. Hope you like the spectacle despite the lack of focus.
I had a wonderful walk yesterday . the main beach was full of a film crew filming Poldark, so far too many people about for me . I walked over to Temple Bay, just in time to see a large rock fall completely cover a ledge I've walked across hundreds of times. I think the last nights heavy rain had just made the cliffs too heavy . The waterfall was flowing really well, and dramatic clouds were charging across the sky. The reflections weren't as good as usual due to the strong wind, but I had a brilliant time . Just before I took this I watched two peregrines hunt and catch a Black Headed Gull . It was just a fantastic beach morning. A true detonation of the senses. Detonation is by Thurston Moore
… Southend-on-Sea is only threatened by an April shower. Some shower though :-)
Watch it properly @ Gallery Minimal!
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Another explosion hitting the sea wall at Porthcawl, S.Wales in Storm Dennis. I've known the wind even stronger here but the waves were huge again. The lighthouse is just visible.
As luck would have it I spotted some mist towards Stirling on Saturday morning as I headed out for a local sunrise. As I approached there was a huge wall of fog and I could not see much. I climbed a local hill and just as I got to the vantage point the fog broke as the wind picked up. The hill fog over the Ochills was breathtaking!
Le glacier avance perpétuellement Le glacier avance en moyenne de1m70 par jour au milieu et de 30 cm sur les côtés, mais cela peut atteindre jusqu’à 3m en un jour. Ceci engendre des pressions énormes sur la glace qui se soulève de plusieurs dizaines de mètres et faisant entendre des craquements aussi fréquents qu'inquiétants. Les mouvements font régulièrement tomber d'énormes blocs de glace, accompagnés d'une forte détonation.
Mais difficile de prévoir la chute d’un sérac ...un peu de patience et on est sûr de voir un de ces éboulements…..et pour la photo…être prêt…. C’est rapide et soudain
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The glacier is constantly advancing. On average, the glacier is advancing by 1.70 m per day in the middle and 30 cm on the sides, but this can reach up to 3 m in one day. This creates enormous pressure on the ice, which rises several tens of metres and makes frequent and worrying creaking noises. The movements regularly cause huge blocks of ice to fall, accompanied by a loud bang.
But it is difficult to predict the fall of a serac...a little patience and you are sure to see one of these landslides..... and for the photo...be ready.... It is fast
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El glaciar avanza constantemente. Por término medio, el glaciar avanza 1,70 m al día en la parte central y 30 cm en los laterales, pero puede llegar a los 3 m en un día. Esto crea una enorme presión sobre el hielo, que se eleva varias decenas de metros y produce frecuentes y preocupantes crujidos. Los movimientos provocan regularmente la caída de enormes bloques de hielo, acompañados de un fuerte estruendo.
Pero es difícil predecir la caída de un serac...un poco de paciencia y seguro que ves uno de estos desprendimientos..... y para la foto...prepárate.... Es rápido
The Paththirippuwa, also known as the Octagonal Pavilion, is a magnificent architectural structure located at the entrance of the Kandy Maligawa(Palace) in Sri Lanka.
The front section of the temple, together with the Pattirippuwa was built in 1802, during the reign of King Sri Vickrama Rajasingha, by the royal architect, Devendra Moolacharya. Moolacharya is also credited with the designing and construction of the Magul Maduwa (the Audience Hall), the Kandy Lake (Kiri Muhuda), Walakula Bamma (Cloud Wall) and Diyarella Bemma.
The Pattirippuwa was intended as a place where Rajasingha could exhibit the sacred tooth relic to the surrounding populace, view the temple festivals, peraheras and on important occasions address his subjects. The symbolism of its octagonal form, reinforced the view that when the king stood in the tower, with the eight points in the compass radiating out around him he stood at the centre of the world.
During the British period, it had been used to house an oriental library where the upstairs was used to accommodate the library and downstairs to provide space for the librarian monk. It currently houses the temple's library of ancient palm leaf buddhist manuscripts and books.
On 11 February 1948, following the country's political independence from British rule, the national flag (Lion Flag) was raised for the first time over the Paththirippuwa.
On 25 January 1998 the temple, including the Pattirippuwa, was severely damaged following the detonation of a truck bomb by Liberation Tigers of Tamil Eelam. The restoration process took over a year and was completed by August 1999
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Taken during Sail Den Helder 2017 which was combined with Marinedagen (Navy Days).
Den Helder is a small Dutch town with big history imprint including bunkers from Napoleon's era and ...old canons ;)
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Captured in October 2015, this was the controlled demolition of the infamous Red Road Flats in the area of Balornock, Northeast of the centre of Glasgow.
The demolition of 6 towers simultaneously was one of the biggest controlled demolitions in Europe and it all went wrong. The two towers seen right of frame remained partially standing and dangerously perilous. It took a long time for them to be broken down afterwards. Not everything goes to plan.
I am seeing video evidence of Russia using cluster bombs and thermobaric bombs on civilian targets in Ukraine. These munitions are banned by the Geneva Convention. Indiscriminate weapons used upon civilian targets. War crimes. A war against humanity. Europe. Again. Humanity learns nothing from the devastating history of our past.
I have seen many videos showing incredible acts of bravery, individually and en masse, of ordinary Ukrainian people. Sadly I fear that the longer this barbaric attack continues, the more devastating the weapons and targets will become. I can't see Putin stopping at Ukraine either. There are plenty of reports and documents out there suggesting that he won't. This is absolute insanity.
My thoughts remain with the people of Ukraine, their families and their friends.
My thoughts too are with those Russian military personal that refuse to fight, those that lay down their arms and surrender. Those who had no idea they were being sent to fight their Slavic brothers and sisters.
Those who continue to fight are as guilty as those who order them to fight. 'I was following orders' is not an excuse.
I wish and hope that Europe will know peace once more - and soon. Be safe my Flickr friends.
Upper Barrakka Gardens, Valletta, Malta.
The scene views to Senglea's peninsula and to the left we can see a part of the Birgu peninsula, starting at the point where the Malta Maritime Museum is located.
Empty cars and important cargo for the production of copper ore at Freeport McMoRan's Morenci, AZ, mine ascend the slope comfortably in excess of 5% out of Clifton behind a five-pack of diversely-liveried GP38s; audible each and every discrete, gunshot-like exhaust note beating against the surrounding rock faces in a cacophony intrinsic to the roots blown 645 design. At notch 8 engine speed of 900 crankshaft revolutions per minute, each two-stroke 645-cubic inch cylinder ignites 15 times every second. With 16 cylinders apiece, each engine fires off 240 shotgun-like blasts skyward every second. With 5 GP38s humming together in perfect harmony, this consist emits a cool 1,200 individual detonations every second. Now you understand why every second of the madness is so captivating.
Le glacier avance perpétuellement Le glacier avance en moyenne de1m70 par jour au milieu et de 30 cm sur les côtés, mais cela peut atteindre jusqu’à 3m en un jour. Ceci engendre des pressions énormes sur la glace qui se soulève de plusieurs dizaines de mètres et faisant entendre des craquements aussi fréquents qu'inquiétants. Les mouvements font régulièrement tomber d'énormes blocs de glace, accompagnés d'une forte détonation.
Mais difficile de prévoir la chute d’un sérac ...un peu de patience et on est sûr de voir un de ces éboulements…..et pour la photo…être prêt…. C’est rapide
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The glacier is constantly advancing. On average, the glacier is advancing by 1.70 m per day in the middle and 30 cm on the sides, but this can reach up to 3 m in one day. This creates enormous pressure on the ice, which rises several tens of metres and makes frequent and worrying creaking noises. The movements regularly cause huge blocks of ice to fall, accompanied by a loud bang.
But it is difficult to predict the fall of a serac...a little patience and you are sure to see one of these landslides..... and for the photo...be ready.... It is fast
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El glaciar avanza constantemente. Por término medio, el glaciar avanza 1,70 m al día en la parte central y 30 cm en los laterales, pero puede llegar a los 3 m en un día. Esto crea una enorme presión sobre el hielo, que se eleva varias decenas de metros y produce frecuentes y preocupantes crujidos. Los movimientos provocan regularmente la caída de enormes bloques de hielo, acompañados de un fuerte estruendo.
Pero es difícil predecir la caída de un serac...un poco de paciencia y seguro que ves uno de estos desprendimientos..... y para la foto...prepárate.... Es rápido
Detonation is a track by Thurston Moore, and suns up the blast of energy when a big wave impacts on one of the rocky pinnacles of Kynance Cove. The sounds and sights are overwhelming on a day like this. A detonation of joy.
The city was named after the nearby river, whose name means Wolf's River in French. This name may have come from a native tribe known as "Les Loups" ("The Wolves") or from the many seals, known in French as loup-marin (sea wolves), once found at the river's mouth.
Rivière-du-Loup was established in 1673 as the seigneurie of Sieur Charles-Aubert de la Chesnaye. The community was incorporated as the village of Fraserville, in honour of early Scottish settler Alexander Fraser, in 1850, and became a city in 1910. The city reverted to its original name, Rivière-du-Loup, in 1919.
Between 1850 and 1919, the city saw large increases in its anglophone population. Most of them left the region by the 1950s. Only 1% of the population still speaks English as its first language.
In fall of 1950 Rivière-du-Loup was the site of a nuclear accident. A United States Air Force B-50 was returning a nuclear bomb to the United States. The bomb was released due to engine troubles, and then was destroyed in a non-nuclear detonation before it hit the ground. The explosion scattered nearly 100 pounds (45 kg) of uranium (U-238).
"Later in the evening, however, in the course of an argument about paranormal phenomena, a seemingly unaccountable detonation went off in Freud's bookcase. When Freud dismissed Jung's parapsychological interpretation of this event, Jung predicted that the same thing would happen again, and so, to Freud's consternation, it did (Jung 1963: 152)."
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This is a small city on the south shore of the Saint Lawrence River in Quebec. The city is the seat for the Rivière-du-Loup Regional County Municipality and the judicial district of Kamouraska. Its one of the largest cities in Bas-Saint-Laurent.
The city was named after the nearby river, whose name means Wolf's River in French. This name may have come from a native tribe known as "Les Loups" ("The Wolves") or from the many seals, known in French as loup-marin (sea wolves), once found at the river's mouth.
Rivière-du-Loup was established in 1673 as the seigneurie of Sieur Charles-Aubert de la Chesnaye. The community was incorporated as the village of Fraserville, in honour of early Scottish settler Alexander Fraser, in 1850, and became a city in 1910. The city reverted to its original name, Rivière-du-Loup, in 1919.
Between 1850 and 1919, the city saw large increases in its anglophone population. Most of them left the region by the 1950s. Only 1% of the population still speaks English as its first language.[as of?]
In fall of 1950 Rivière-du-Loup was the site of a nuclear accident. A United States Air Force B-50 was returning a nuclear bomb to the United States. The bomb was released due to engine troubles, and then was destroyed in a non-nuclear detonation before it hit the ground. The explosion scattered nearly 100 pounds (45 kg) of uranium (U-238).
Olive 55 Making a smokey departure off Runway 11 headed East. The Constant Phoenix is assigned to the 45th Reconnaissance Squadron at Offutt AFB, supporting the detection & identification of atmospheric debris from nuclear detonations.
United States Air Force
Boeing WC-135W Constant Phoenix
61-2667
RAF Mildenhall, England
17th September 2020
Neun Jahre nach der Stilllegung des Kernkraftwerks Grafenrheinfeld wurden am 16. August 2024 die beiden Kühltürme gesprengt.
Bisher prägten die 143 Meter hohen Türme das Landschaftsbild im weiten Maintal rund um Schweinfurt.
Auch als nettes Motiv rund um Waigolshausen fungierten die markarten Türme noch nach deren Stilllegung.
Am letzten Abend, knapp 24 Stunden vor der Detonation, wurde RE-D 4932 von Bamberg nach Frankfurt/Main mit den Kühltürmen fotografiert.
Two silver spheres sliced across the setting sun. They gleamed—once, twice—then banked hard, descending fast.
Adrienne looked up, breath catching. “Kayla,” she hissed.
Kayla whirled and yanked her behind a crumbling overhang, barely wide enough to shield them.
Two orb-like crafts hovered overhead—smooth, polished, and silent. Their descent was slow, calculated.
The air thickened, tingling with static electricity. Adrienne’s skin prickled.
“I think they see us,” she whispered. “I can feel them.”
“Yeah,” Kayla murmured. “Be ready to jump. But I want to know if they land—and where.”
The silver spheres drifted in tight formation, circling deliberately. Adrienne and Kayla adjusted within the shadows, staying low, eyes locked on the sky.
“They’re searching for something,” Adrienne said, her voice tight.
Kayla’s eyes narrowed. “If they weren’t… they’d have touched down. They’re scanning.”
Adrienne swallowed.
“They’re hovering—again. Directly above.”
Kayla shifted. “Jump! To the shelter!”
Adrienne didn’t move. “No. Not without you.”
Kayla’s eyes flicked toward the road. “The soldiers have seen them.”
Sudden movement near the trucks. Activity exploded around the vehicles—shouts, A burst of gunfire split the air—the bark of the .50-caliber machine gun and tracer rounds zipping through the darkened sky.
Then a thunderous—CRACK, CRACK, CRACK—so loud it felt like the sky split. The girls flinched, instincts taking over, clamping hands over their ears.
Instantly there were three intense explosions—blinding—followed by seismic booms. The ground trembled.
Adrienne gasped.
The trucks—gone. Vaporized leaving deep smoldering craters and a scatter of ash.
Less intense explosions followed as the orbs hovered, picking off soldiers and reptilians trying to flee.
The orbs rapidly circled once, then let loose a barrage—repeatedly the thunderous CRACKs from the orb’s energy weapon. White-hot blasts peppering the hidden entrance and the entire top of the mound, detonations strobing in rapid waves. The mound erupted. Debris rained down as the girls ducked, shielding their heads, dust choking the air.
When the chaos stilled, where the entrance had been was a vast, gaping crater. Multiple large craters pocketed the top of the mound and the center had collapsed inward.
The orbs hovered in place as the dust settled. Then—they shot straight up and vanished.
Adrienne stared into the settling dust, barely able to speak. “Oh my god… What did we just witness?”
Kayla her voice brittle. “That was the entrance. No doubt. But now…”
She didn’t finish. She didn’t need to.
Whatever the trucks came for… was dust now.
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No visit to Japan would be complete without a visit to the Hiroshima Peace Park. Perhaps fittingly, it was a grey and sombre day, as befits the events that happened here.
The atomic bomb exploded at a height of 600 meters, 160 meters to the southeast of the Atomic Bomb Dome. Upon detonation the blast exerted 35 tons of pressure per square meter and created a fierce wind speed of 440 meters per second. The building absorbed the powerful explosion and heat, and burst into flames. Because the impact of the blast came almost directly overhead, the thick outer walls and the steel dome escaped complete destruction. However, the people who were inside at the time died instantly and the interior of the building was completely gutted by fire.
The city was named after the nearby river, whose name means Wolf's River in French. This name may have come from a native tribe known as "Les Loups" ("The Wolves") or from the many seals, known in French as loup-marin (sea wolves), once found at the river's mouth.
Rivière-du-Loup was established in 1673 as the seigneurie of Sieur Charles-Aubert de la Chesnaye. The community was incorporated as the village of Fraserville, in honour of early Scottish settler Alexander Fraser, in 1850, and became a city in 1910. The city reverted to its original name, Rivière-du-Loup, in 1919.
Between 1850 and 1919, the city saw large increases in its anglophone population. Most of them left the region by the 1950s. Only 1% of the population still speaks English as its first language.
In fall of 1950 Rivière-du-Loup was the site of a nuclear accident. A United States Air Force B-50 was returning a nuclear bomb to the United States. The bomb was released due to engine troubles, and then was destroyed in a non-nuclear detonation before it hit the ground. The explosion scattered nearly 100 pounds (45 kg) of uranium (U-238).