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Abstracted the forms some, this land soon being developed. Black rock referring to the black lava rock.
Over fertilized plants may be beautiful but are otherwise useless, like people whose energies are devoted so completely to their appearance that there is no other development.
~William Longgood
The cathedral is named after the 6th-century Hagia Sophia (Holy Wisdom) cathedral in Constantinople (present-day Istanbul), which was dedicated to the Holy Wisdom rather than to a specific saint named Sophia. The first foundations were laid in 1037 or 1011, but the cathedral took two decades to complete. According to one theory, Yaroslav the Wise sponsored the construction of the Saint Sophia Cathedral in 1037 to celebrate his decisive victory over the nomadic Pechenegs in 1036 (who thereafter were never a threat to Kyiv).
The grand Cathedral of St. Sophia the Wisdom of God has already been located in the historical center of ancient Kyiv for one thousand years. It is the most ancient Christian church that is fully preserved in the East Slavic area. Being born in the era of Christianization of Rus’ it became the cradle of Kyivan Christianity, statehood and culture, development of which was carried out under the sign of Sophia the Wisdom, which patrons the world. Saint Sophia the Wisdom of God, after whom the cathedral was named, is one of the fundamental ideologemes of Eastern Christianity. It is associated with the image of sovereign statehood wisely kept by God. The idea of Saint Sophia had been preserved as a basis of spiritual life of the entire population for centuries. The humanity can’t exist without this idea as a Christian nation, as a Church, because the idea of St. Sophia was identified with the wisdom of new Christian religion.
On my first visit to the Park for such a long time, I was delighted to see the huge development that's happening – and to meet-up with some old friends.
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Shen Hao PTB45, Fujinon W 5.6/210, yellow filter, Adox CHS 100 II developed in Rodinal 1+25 using the SP-445 development tank, scanned on an Epson V800.
Further development and change of perspective, in life and in creativity is always a gain for yourself and also for the people with whom you are in communication. The photo is a small project in which new ideas were implemented. Thank you for the support and implementation by my friend.
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The color version of the photo above is here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ticino-best-photos-of-southern-...
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
So far there's only been one photo in my gallery that hasn't been taken in my garden ('The Flame Rider', captured in the Maggia Valley: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/53563448847/in/datepo... ) - which makes the image above the second time I've "strayed from the path" (although not very far, since the photo was taken only approximately 500 meters from my house).
Overall, I'll stick to my "only-garden rule", but every once in a while I'll show you a little bit of the landscape around my village, because I think it will give you a better sense of just how fascinating this region is, and also of its history.
The title I chose for the photo may seem cheesy, and it's certainly not very original, but I couldn't think of another one, because it's an honest reflection of what I felt when I took it: a profound sense of peace - although if you make it to the end of this text you'll realize my relationship with that word is a bit more complicated.
I got up early that day; it was a beautiful spring morning, and there was still a bit of mist in the valley below my village which I hoped would make for a few nice mood shots, so I quickly grabbed my camera and went down there before the rising sun could dissolve the magical layer on the scenery.
Most human activity hadn't started yet, and I was engulfed in the sounds of the forest as I was walking the narrow trail along the horse pasture; it seemed every little creature around me wanted to make its presence known to potential mates (or rivals) in a myriad of sounds and voices and noises (in case you're interested, here's a taste of what I usually wake up to in spring, but you best use headphones: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfoCTqdAVCE )
Strolling through such an idyllic landscape next to grazing horses and surrounded by birdsong and beautiful trees, I guess it's kind of obvious one would feel the way I described above and choose the title I did, but as I looked at the old stone buildings - the cattle shelter you can see in the foreground and the stable further up ahead on the right - I also realized how fortunate I was.
It's hard to imagine now, because Switzerland is one of the wealthiest countries in the world today, but the men and women who had carried these stones and constructed the walls of these buildings were among the poorest in Europe. The hardships the people in some of the remote and little developed valleys in Ticino endured only a few generations ago are unimaginable to most folks living in my country today.
It wasn't uncommon that people had to sell their own kids as child slaves - the girls had to work in factories or in rice fields, the boys as "living chimney brushes" in northern Italy - just because there wasn't enough food to support the whole family through the harsh Ticino winters.
If you wonder why contemporary Swiss historians speak of "slaves" as opposed to child laborers, it's because that's what many of them actually were: auctioned off for a negotiable prize at the local market, once sold, these kids were not payed and in many cases not even fed by their masters (they had to beg for food in the streets or steal it).
Translated from German Wikipedia: ...The Piazza grande in Locarno, where the Locarno Film Festival is held today, was one of the places where orphans, foundlings and children from poor families were auctioned off. The boys were sold as chimney sweeps, the girls ended up in the textile industry, in tobacco processing in Brissago or in the rice fields of Novara, which was also extremely hard work: the girls had to stand bent over in the water for twelve to fourteen hours in all weathers. The last verse of the Italian folk song 'Amore mio non piangere' reads: “Mamma, papà, non piangere, se sono consumata, è stata la risaia che mi ha rovinata” (Mom, dad, don't cry when I'm used up, it was the rice field that destroyed me.)... de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaminfegerkinder
The conditions for the chimney sweeps - usually boys between the age of 8 and 12 (or younger, because they had to be small enough to be able to crawl into the chimneys) - were so catastrophic that many of them didn't survive; they died of starvation, cold or soot in their lungs - as well as of work-related accidents like breaking their necks when they fell, or suffocatig if they got stuck in inside a chimney. This practice of "child slavery" went on as late as the 1950s (there's a very short article in English on the topic here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spazzacamini and a more in depth account for German speakers in this brief clip: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gda8vZp_zsc ).
Now I don't know if the people who built the old stone houses along my path had to sell any of their kids, but looking at the remnants of their (not so distant) era I felt an immense sense of gratitude that I was born at a time of prosperity - and peace - in my region, my country and my home. Because none of it was my doing: it was simple luck that decided when and where I came into this world.
It also made me think of my own family. Both of my grandparents on my father's side grew up in Ticino (they were both born in 1900), but while they eventually left Switzerland's poorest region to live in its richest, the Kanton of Zurich, my grandfather's parents relocated to northern Italy in the 1920s and unfortunately were still there when WWII broke out.
They lost everything during the war, and it was their youngest daughter - whom I only knew as "Zia" which means "aunt" in Italian - who earned a little money to support herself and my great-grandparents by giving piano lessons to high-ranking Nazi officers and their kids (this was towards the end of the war when German forces had occupied Italy).
I never knew that about her; Zia only very rarely spoke of the war, but one time when I visited her when she was already over a 100 years old (she died at close to 104), I asked her how they had managed to survive, and she told me that she went to the local prefecture nearly every day to teach piano. "And on the way there would be the dangling ones" she said, with a shudder.
I didn't get what she meant, so she explained. Visiting the city center where the high ranking military resided meant she had to walk underneath the executed men and women who were hanging from the lantern posts along the road (these executions - often of civilians - were the Germans' retaliations for attacks by the Italian partisans).
I never forgot her words - nor could I shake the look on her face as she re-lived this memory. And I still can't grasp it; my house in Ticino is only 60 meters from the Italian border, and the idea that there was a brutal war going on three houses down the road from where I live now in Zia's lifetime strikes me as completely surreal.
So, back to my title for the photo above. "Peace". It's such a simple, short word, isn't it? And we use it - or its cousin "peaceful" - quite often when we mean nice and quiet or stress-free. But if I'm honest I don't think I know what it means. My grandaunt Zia did, but I can't know. And I honestly hope I never will.
I'm sorry I led you down such a dark road; I usually intend to make people smile with the anecdotes that go with my photos, but this one demanded a different approach (I guess with this latest image I've strayed from the path in more than one sense, and I hope you'll forgive me).
Ticino today is the region with the second highest average life expectancy in Europe (85.2 years), and "The Human Development Index" of 0.961 in 2021 was one of the highest found anywhere in the world, and northern Italy isn't far behind. But my neighbors, many of whom are now in their 90s, remember well it wasn't always so.
That a region so poor it must have felt like purgatory to many of its inhabitants could turn into something as close to paradise on Earth as I can imagine in a person's lifetime should make us all very hopeful. But, and this is the sad part, it also works the other way 'round. And I believe we'd do well to remember that, too.
To all of you - with my usual tardiness but from the bottom of my heart - a happy, healthy, hopeful 2025 and beyond.
It's that time of the year again. Hiawatha #336 arrives Chicago behind the class Amtrak B32-8WH which is subbing for a Charger that shit out a few days prior. The searchlight installations at the east end of Morgan Street were installed in the early 1980s.
Real estate development has exploded in the West Loop over the past decade. The Fulton Labs on the right were completed last year, and 345 N. Morgan on the left was completed a few months ago (still under construction when this picture was taken). The latter was built by Sterling Bay which is also overseeing the redevelopment of the former ADM flour mill. What you see here is only a fraction of what's to come to the West Loop in the next few years.
This bridge is part of the Belair Mansion complex, located in Collington, Maryland, United States, was built in c. 1745 as the Georgian plantation home of the Provincial Governor of Maryland, Samuel Ogle. Later home to another Maryland governor, the mansion is listed on the National Register of Historic Places. Belair is recognized as the only great colonial estate where breeding of race horses was conducted during three centuries. The estate significantly influenced the development of thoroughbred horse racing in the new world, having one of only two stables to raise two Triple Crown champions. The mansion and its nearby stables both serve as museums, operated by the City of Bowie.
Tucked into the mountains of Iwate Prefecture near the under visited, stunning Sanriku Coast in eastern Japan is the Iwate Development Railway.
Established in 1939, the railway operated passenger and limestone transport from its mine in Iwate Ishibashi, to the cement plant at the port city of Ofunato for a total of 11km in length. The line suffered severe damage during the March 11, 2011 earthquake and tsunami. In fact, photos of debris covering the top of this bridge can be found online. The railway was brought back just 8 months after the quake and has been going strong since.
Two trains, pulled by DD56 Centercabs, shuttle 18 car limestone trains back and forth from the mine to the cement plant around 12-18 times a day. Here a midday empty train crosses over the Sakari River bridge bound for the mine for another load of rocks.
Iwate Development Railway
IDR DD56-01
Ofunato, Iwate Pref., Japan
This is where Black Swamp meets future residential development. That is the You Yangs in the distance where i took this image
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I really do not enjoy the process of taking sunset photos, having to be in the perfect place, at the perfect time is something I have difficulty with - and my lens being incompatible with (sensibly priced) filters doesn't exactly help either, but all in all despite the bitching, I'm pretty happy with how this one came out.
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One of the many items attached to my favorite piece of local outsider art. Hasselblad 500cm, Reflx Labs Pro 100, ECN-2 development.
Prakti II
VEB Kamera und Kinowerke Dresden
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Domiton 4,0 / 40mm Meyer-Optik Görlitz
1963 - 1969
"Wie ein Fachmann, der Sie ständig begleitet"
vermutlich hätte sich eine emanzipierte Fotoamateurin eher die Begleitung eines Pentacon Servicemitarbeiters gewünscht. Tatsächlich hatten damals Frauen in der DDR ganz andere Sorgen.
Obwohl die vollautomatische "Prakti" vom Ministerium für Kultur der DDR "Für hervorragende Formgebung" eine Goldmedaille erhielt und zu den seltenen Innovationen des Pentacon Kombinats gehörte, war sie nicht erfolgreich. Das lag vermutlich am hohen Preis (520 DDR-Mark) und ihrer Anfälligkeit für Störungen. Letzteres führte dazu, dass der Prakti das DDR Qualitätssiegel aberkannt und eine Exportsperre verfügt wurde. Mir ist kein weiterer vergleichbarer Fall bekannt. Wie gesagt, nur eine Sperre für den Export. In der DDR wurde die Prakti weiterhin verkauft.
Bei der 2 Jahre später auf den Markt gebrachten Prakti II waren die technischen Probleme zwischenzeitlich behoben. Aber der beschädigte Ruf und ihr hoher Preis verhinderten im In- und Ausland den geplanten Erfolg, die dringende benötigten Devisen blieben aus.
In den Jahren von 1961 bis 1969 wurden lediglich 61000 Prakti- und Prakti-II-Kameras hergestellt.
Für die Verantwortlichen der reglementierten, zentralen DDR Planwirtschaft mit ihren devisenorientierten Zielsetzungen, war der Misserfolg natürlich eine Katastrophe.
Die erfolglosen Ingenieure können einem leid tun, denn außer großen Sprüchen dominierte in allen Gebieten Mangelwirtschaft und politische Besserwisserei. Dazu kam in der Entwicklungs- und Startphase dieses Modells eine in der deutschen Geschichte beispiellose Fluchtwelle. Von 1949 bis 1990 flohen insgesamt 3,8 Mio. Menschen unter dramatischen Umständen aus der DDR, viele verloren dabei ihr Leben. Erst mit dem Bau der Mauer im August 1961 wurde diese Entwicklung abrupt gestoppt.
Man muss nicht allzuviel Fantasie haben, um sich vorzustellen, unter welchem Druck vor diesem dramatischen Hintergrund, in allen Betrieben gearbeitet wurde.
Was bleibt ist Bewunderung. Bewunderung für die Macher der Prakti. Trotz widrigster Bedingungen haben sie es geschafft, dass die Prakti schließlich doch noch störungsfrei funktionierte.
"Like a professional who is with you all the time"
probably an emancipated amateur photographer would have preferred the company of a Pentacon service employee. In fact, women in the GDR at that time had quite different concerns.
Although the fully automatic "Prakti" was awarded a gold medal by the GDR Ministry of Culture "for outstanding design" and was one of the rare innovations of the Pentacon Kombinat, it was not successful. This was probably due to its high price (520 GDR-Mark) and its susceptibility to failures. The latter resulted in the Prakti being stripped of the GDR quality seal and an export ban was imposed. I know of no other comparable case. As I said, only a ban on exports. In the GDR the Prakti was still sold.
In the case of Prakti II, which was brought onto the market 2 years later, the technical problems were solved in the meantime. But the damaged reputation and its high price prevented the planned success at home and abroad, the urgently needed foreign exchange did not materialize.
In the years from 1961 to 1969 only 61000 Prakti and Prakti II cameras were produced.
For those responsible for the regulated, centrally planned economy of the GDR with its currency-oriented objectives, the failure was of course a catastrophe.
One can feel sorry for the unsuccessful engineers, because, apart from big slogans, the economy of scarcity and political know-it-all dominated in all areas. In addition, during the development and start-up phase of this model, there was a wave of flight unprecedented in German history. Between 1949 and 1990, a total of 3.8 million people fled the GDR under dramatic circumstances, many of whom lost their lives in the process. This development was only stopped abruptly with the construction of the Wall in August 1961.
You don't have to have too much imagination to imagine the pressure under which work was carried out in all companies against this dramatic background.
What remains is admiration. Admiration for the makers of the practices. Despite the most adverse conditions, they managed to ensure that the practice finally worked without any problems.
Drip development with lith developer. Method described here... remorseblog.blogspot.com/2023/03/drip-development.html