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Warmly devoted to / Afectuosamente dedicada a Michael World
[Eng. / Esp.]
Old doors constitute a History Map. Every patch, every mending, every decorative element, stand for decisions or events that, wheather meaningless or not, got intentionally or serendipitiously trapped making up unique textures.
Las viejas puertas son un mapa de Historia. Cada parche, cada reparación, cada elemento decorativo representan decisiones o sucesos que, insignificantes o no, quedaron atrapados intencionada o involuntariamente formando texturas únicas.
Besalú, Agosto 2016
[Eng / Esp. / Cat]
Devoted to my daughter and son, whose efforts in rowing deserve every success / Dedicado a mi hija y a mi hijo, cuyos esfuerzos en remo merecen todo tipo de éxitos.
Au!, vinga, amunt, amunt.
Obre els teus ulls i amunt
puja a la barca amb el teu bagatge
i recorda que la vida és teva.
Adelante vamos, arriba, arriba.
Abre tus ojos y arriba!
Empuja tu barca con tu equipaje
y recuerda que la vida es tuya.
C'mon, let's go, cheer up, courage!
Open your eyes and cheer up!
Pull your boat with your bagage
and remember that life is yours.
Lluis Llach "Tinc un clavel per tu"
[Esp. / Eng.] - (The English translation is mine, please report any mistake or questionable expression).
Afectuosamente dedicada a Oscar Hevia, que tiene la fortuna de vivir en ese hermoso rincón del mundo. // Warmly devoted to Oscar Hevia, who has the fortune of living in that wonderful corner in the World.
La luz tiende su velo de plata sobre el mar.
Sosegadas, las olas subliman el silencio
de los tímidos pasos del día
aventurándose en su costumbre
de ruidos ascendentes
La piel se recupera y va asumiendo
el esplendor del sol que ya prodiga
su lujo de colores y relieves
el mar azul, el avaro espejo
en que se mira el cielo soleado
y en su vaivén el rumor de las olas
sugiere un largo viaje a la memoria.
Cada día renueva su memoria viejos días
en la unidad de tiempo que es la vida
The light spawns its silver light over the sea.
Pacified, the waves magnify the silence
of the feeble steps of the day
venturing into their habit
of increasing noises.
The skin gets over and is assuming
the splendor of the sun which already lavishes
its luxury of colors and reliefs,
the blue sea, the greedy mirror
in which the sunny sky watches itself
and in its swinging the sound of the waves
suggests a long trip to memory.
Each day renews its memory, old days
in the time unit which is the life.
Ildefonso Manuel Gil (Paniza, Zaragoza 1912 - Zaragoza 2003) - Cancionerillo y otros poemas inéditos. Poemas: poema nº 3. Editado por la Institución Fernando El Católico, 2003.
Cos you’re fearless in your love
Devoted to compassion
The highest state of art
Piercing in your truth
Sincere in all intention
The way you wear your heart
The way you hold my heart
My fierce friend
I wanna run away tonight
Just leave everything behind
Together we’ll make our sweet escape
Texture ---> www.flickr.com/photos/lenabem-anna/47957381116/in/datepos...
The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to the ocean—
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition......
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I have finally had some time to process some more of the photos from my 8 day trip with Wayne Pinkston. Here's a shot taken of the tufas at Mono Lake. Mono Lake is located north of the Long Valley Caldera, a 20-mile long depression that is the aftermath of a volcano that erupted 760,000 years ago. In a massive explosion the volcano sent huge volumes of earth and ash into the sky and buried the surrounding area in hundreds of feet of volcanic debris. As a result of the eruption, the land collapsed, creating a 200 square mile depression known today as the Long Valley Caldera. Mono Lake formed soon afterward.
The secret of the fanciful towers is more than banal. In the middle of 19 century, to satisfy the needs in water of Los Angeles they had to take water from the local rivers. As a result, the lake's level dramatically fell by 15 meters uncovered the calciferous-tuff figures from water. The program devoted to the safety of the unique lake the Mono Lake Committee was created in 1978. In 1994, the California State Water Resources Control Board reached a decision which mandated that the lake had to rise to a level of 6,392 feet above sea level. After this the lake's level began to rise and, probably, in future these idols will hide their secrets under the water column again.
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Suffering from loneliness is one thing, being isolated is another, wanting to enjoy moments alone, another thing.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iwdGXntu_KI
O solitude, my sweetest choice.
O solitude, my sweetest choice!
Places devoted to the night,
remote from tumult and from noise,
how ye my restless thoughts delight!
O solitude, my sweetest choice!
O heav'ns! what content is mine
to see these trees,
which have appeared from the nativity of time,
and which all ages have revered,
to look today as fresh and green
as when their beauties first were seen.
Oh, how agreeable a sight
these hanging mountains do appear,
which th'unhappy would invite
to finish all their sorrows here,
when their hard fate makes them endure such woes
as only death can cure.
Oh, how I solitude adore,
that element of noblest wit,
where I have learnt Apollo's lore,
without the pains to study it.
For thy sake I in love am grown
with what thy fancy doth pursue,
but when I think upon my own,
I hate it for that reason too,
because it needs must hinder me from seeing
and from serving thee.
O solitude, oh how I solitude adore!
Varanasi - Street shot
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This large museum of natural history combines three museums into one, including a four-story taxonomy wing, a building of skeletons and fossils and a separate structure devoted entirely to geology.
I could think of nothing better suited to an image devoted to moonlight and beach serenity than the classical music composition "Clair de Lune" by Claude Debussy.
This is a composite of two of my images combined in Photoshop with the texture "Captured Light at Sea-4" by Jai Johnson. www.dailytexture.com/
I took the foreground image at Cape Lookout National Seashore, NC and converted it to a night image www.flickr.com/photos/140621633@N05/31839080438/in/datepo....
I took the photo of the full Hunter's Moon in the Badlands of South Dakota. www.flickr.com/photos/140621633@N05/45711065711/in/datepo....
The Luminosity preset was used in Topaz.
The music is here:
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One of my favourite subjects in Eastleigh.
Yonge was born into a religious family. Devoted to the High church, she was much influenced by John Keble, Vicar of Hursley from 1835, a near neighbour and one of the leaders of the Oxford Movement. Yonge was herself sometimes referred to as "the novelist of the Oxford Movement",[6] as her work frequently reflects values and concerns of Anglo-Catholicism. She remained in Otterbourne all her life and taught for 71 years in the village Sunday school.[7] Her house, 'Elderfield', became a Grade II listed building in 1984.[8]
Yonge, c. 1845
In 1868 a new parish was formed to the south of Yonge's home village of Otterbourne. This was to contain the villages of Eastley and Barton. Yonge donated £500 towards the Church of the Resurrection, the Church of England parish church, and was asked to choose which of the two villages the parish should be named after. She chose Eastley, but decided that it should be spelt Eastleigh as she perceived this as being more modern.[9]
Yonge died in her home village of Otterbourne on 24 May 1901.
From Wikipedia.
La ville s'est constituée au Moyen Âge à partir de la ville close située dans l'estuaire du Moros.
The town has two distinct areas: the modern town on the mainland and the medieval Ville Close, a walled town on a long island in the center of the harbour. Historically, the old town was a center of shipbuilding. The Ville Close is now devoted to tourism with many restaurants and shops aimed at tourists. However restraint has been shown in resisting the worst excesses of souvenir shops. Also in the Ville Close is the fishing museum. The Ville Close is connected to the town by a bridge and at the other end a ferry to the village of Lanriec on the other side of the harbor.
Something different for today, four photos devoted to a single building: the Dr Chau Chak Wing Building.
As the first Australian building designed by Frank Gehry, the celebrated Canadian architect, the Dr Chau Chak Wing Building is a flagship project of University of Technology Sydney’s billion-dollar-plus City Campus Master Plan.
It provides teaching, learning, research and office accommodation for the Business School – as well as extensive public spaces – across 11 occupied floors. While it is available to all students, it has a focus on postgraduate and executive education, and bringing UTS researchers together.
The building is named for Australian-Chinese businessman and philanthropist Dr Chau Chak Wing, who donated $20 million to the project, along with an additional $5 million for Australia-China scholarships. Dr Chau Chak Wing’s son studied architecture at UTS.
2016 was devoted to visiting National Parks through the spectacular U.S.A. This is Deadhorse Bend. Located near Moab, Utah, it is a State rather than a National Park. This is just one of numerous locations which justify why Utah is aptly named by many "the land of the Gods." The midwest State is also home to "The Big Five" which include Zion, Arches, Canyon Lands, Capitol Reef and Bryce Canyon National Parks.
Warmly devoted to / Dedicada con afecto a Olynbe.
[Eng. /Esp.]
Since it's Sunday today please find included some high-falutin material so that you can waste your time (or procastinate a wee bit if you see this pict during the week he he)
Word has it that the caves in the island were used by the Spanish Inquisition. So... let me propose for you this renowned interpretation for non-Spanish speakers. Images are strong and can hurt sensitive people. Needless to say, you might try the link below as well, a different, more resigned approach, just a Spanish song.
If you ever visit the place, you'll find St. John's footprints along the stairs, the last one just at the end: just place a foot on them and you'll get over different kinds of deseases. Eventually, once up there, make a wish and ring the bell for three times. It didn't work in my case.
As a curiosity, the place was donated to the San Juan de la Peña Monastery (Crown of Aragon in the epoch) in 1053. Honestly, I really don't know if any San Juan de la Peña's monk ever visited the place: it currently takes about 4 h by car, including quite a few funny winding road stretches. About five weeks riding a horse or walking 8h/day.
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Como es Domingo incluyo material de altos vuelos para que podáis perder el tiempo (o procastinar si véis la foto durante la semana je je).
Se dice que las cuevas de la isla fueron usadas por la Inquisición. Así que para los hispanoablantes propongo este enlace, sin perjuicio de que pinchen también el de arriba por supuesto, aunque puede herir la sensibilidad del espectador. Si visitáis el sitio, encontraréis huellas de San Juan por los escalones, la última al final. Poned un pié en ellas y sanaréis de diferentes enfermedades. Finalmente, una vez arriba, formulad un deseo y tocad tres veces la campana. No funcionó, en mi caso.
Como curiosidad, el lugar fue donado al Monasterio de San Juan de la Peña (Corona de Aragón en la época), en 1053. Sinceramente, no creo que ningún monje de San Juan de la Peña visitara nunca realmente ese lugar: hoy día cuesta unas 4 h en coche, incluyendo unos cuantos tramos divertidos de curvas. Unas cinco semanas a caballo o andando 8h/día.
This post is devoted to inexperienced bird photographers and those of you with some experience under your belt or who aren't into photography are advised to skip it. First, juvenile Black-crowned and Yellow-crowned Night Herons are difficult to distinguish. According to Sibley, the Yellow-crowned bill is dark and the legs long where the Black-crowned bill is more sharply pointed, extensively yellow along the bottom, and the edges of the wings have large white spots. Feel free to disagree but to my eye this guy is a Yellow-crown.
I was at Peaceful Waters Sanctuary, in Wellington, Florida. I had earlier missed a potential keeper Yellow-crowned shot, changing my settings to take a portrait with a lower ISO and lower shutter speed when the bird, who showed no signs of leaving, left. The lesson, if you're after a flight shot, keep your flight shot settings.
My arm can't hold up the lens indefinitely. I don't generally use a tripod and my lens is not a lightweight. It's therefore important to be able to tell when a bird is ready to leave. As indicated earlier, it's not science but the more time you spend observing the more capable you will become of predicting behavior. The bird in this photograph, was on a manmade structure toward the back of the Sanctuary. It was there for 30 minutes and looked very comfortable, so I moved on. After circling back, it was then preening (cleaning its feathers). That's a good indication that a take-off is not imminent but might be worth waiting for. It was already late morning, and the sun was strong. This meant that the only light that looked good to me was direct, meaning that the sun was behind me on a straight line to the bird. If I could see my shadow, it would be pointing at where I wanted the bird to be in order to make a pleasing image. That's what I do. The bird could have left in any direction, but only northward would put it in front of a pleasing background in the best light. If there was wind, it would generally take off into the wind. But this morning the wind was not a significant factor. I might not have waited for my chance if there were other subjects to photograph, but this was the only game in town and the more time I spent with it the more I felt invested in the endeavor. OK, another 30 minutes later I was questioning my logic as I continued to wipe the sweat from my brow. Then the bird turned and faced away from me. Game over. I looked at a sidelight angle but didn't care for the light or the background. Yes, I would have taken it, but I'll shoot anything. Then it turned back, stretched its wings, and pooped. Clear signs of an imminent departure. More preening. More sweat. Ten minutes later, another stretch, another poop and I could see it talking to the tower. That's what it looks like to me when it's looking more intently in its direction of departure. That's when I raised my camera and got ready. (Not he first time but the first time I felt that there was going to be some action.) I got lucky, it flew parallel to my position in the best light available at the time, in front a dark background that wasn't close to the subject. All important points to consider.
(Nyctanassa violacea)
I've joined a Facebook group devoted to posting photos and locations of Snowy Owls. What I've learned on the site is that often Snowy Owls are besieged by photographers who seem to care more about getting the shot than they care about the welfare of the bird. The owls are flushed unintentionally by photographers wanting to get closeups and they are flushed deliberately by photographers who want to get a flight shot. I read that in order to get more shots, one person drove across a field, in pursuit, after an owl took flight. So, this afternoon when I found this beautiful female Snowy Owl sitting on the ground far across a field, I kept my distance, shot from the window of my car, and didn't stay long. I wanted her to be free to concentrate on finding lunch instead of keeping track of me. I left feeling happy for this owl that had found a peaceful spot "far from the madding crowd."
The National Gallery (Greek:Ethniki Pinakothiki) is an art museum on Vasilissis Sofias avenue, Athens, Greece. It is devoted to Greek and European art from the 14th century to the 20th century.
It was established in 1878 as a small collection of 117 works exhibited at the Athens University. In 1896, Alexandros Soutzos, a jurist and art lover, bequeathed his collection and estate to the Greek Government aspiring to the creation of an art museum. The museum opened in 1900 and the first curator was Georgios Jakobides, a famous Greek painter who was a member of the Munich School artistic movement.
The newly renovated building reopened after an 8 year refurbishment, on 24 March 2021, a day before the 200th anniversary of the Greek War of Independence.
info and adapted text credits: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Gallery_(Athens)
The Giardino dell’Iris is a botanical garden devoted to the symbol of Florence, the iris. “The garden is located…on the slope of a hill with olive trees, meadows, flower beds and a small lake for aquatic flowers.
It is a green oasis in the heart of the city, very special, very romantic and a little hidden away.” Breathtaking!
Snapseed, Retouch
Detroit Publishing Co., publisher, 1900
Original picture:
Library of Congress, USA
©Detroit Publishing, Co., 1900
© Alain Girard, Restored & Colorized, 2022
Entre 1896 et 1899 (16 et 19 ans), Émile Nelligan, jeune poète, compose plus de 160 poèmes qui le rendront célèbre. Né à Montréal en 1879, il grandit près du Chateau de Ramezay, rue Laval. À 18 ans, après avoir publié ses premiers vers dans les journaux locaux, il abandonne ses études et se consacre uniquement à l’écriture. Le 26 mai 1899, au Château de Ramezay, il récite devant le public de l’École littéraire de Montréal « La romance du vin », qui fait sensation. Trois mois plus tard, il est interné en asile et demeure en institution psychiatrique jusqu’à sa mort, en 1941. Ses poèmes sont publiés pour la première fois en 1904 sous forme de livre, grâce à son ami et mentor Louis Dantin.
English translation
Between 1896 and 1899, Émile Nelligan, a young poet, composed more than 160 poems which would make him famous. Born in Montreal in 1879, he grew up near here, rue Laval. At 18, after having published his first verses in the local newspapers, he abandoned his studies and devoted himself solely to writing. On May 26, 1899, at the Château de Ramezay, he recited in front of the public of the Literary School of Montreal "La romance du vin", which caused a sensation. Three months later, he was committed to an asylum and remained in a psychiatric institution until his death in 1941. His poems were published for the first time in 1904 in book form, thanks to his friend and mentor Louis Dantin.
La Romance du vin (Émile Nelligan)
Tout se mêle en un vif éclat de gaîté verte.
Ô le beau soir de mai ! Tous les oiseaux en chœur,
Ainsi que les espoirs naguères à mon cœur,
Modulent leur prélude à ma croisée ouverte.
Ô le beau soir de mai ! le joyeux soir de mai !
Un orgue au loin éclate en froides mélopées ;
Et les rayons, ainsi que de pourpres épées,
Percent le cœur du jour qui se meurt parfumé.
Je suis gai ! je suis gai ! Dans le cristal qui chante,
Verse, verse le vin ! verse encore et toujours,
Que je puisse oublier la tristesse des jours,
Dans le dédain que j’ai de la foule méchante !
Je suis gai ! je suis gai ! Vive le vin et l’Art !...
J’ai le rêve de faire aussi des vers célèbres,
Des vers qui gémiront les musiques funèbres
Des vents d’automne au loin passant dans le brouillard.
C’est le règne du rire amer et de la rage
De se savoir poète et l’objet du mépris,
De se savoir un cœur et de n’être compris
Que par le clair de lune et les grands soirs d’orage !
Femmes ! je bois à vous qui riez du chemin
Où l’Idéal m’appelle en ouvrant ses bras roses ;
Je bois à vous surtout, hommes aux fronts moroses
Qui dédaignez ma vie et repoussez ma main !
Pendant que tout l’azur s’étoile dans la gloire,
Et qu’un hymne s’entonne au renouveau doré,
Sur le jour expirant je n’ai donc pas pleuré,
Moi qui marche à tâtons dans ma jeunesse noire !
Je suis gai ! je suis gai ! Vive le soir de mai !
Je suis follement gai, sans être pourtant ivre !...
Serait-ce que je suis enfin heureux de vivre ;
Enfin mon cœur est-il guéri d’avoir aimé ?
Les cloches ont chanté ; le vent du soir odore...
Et pendant que le vin ruisselle à joyeux flots,
Je suis si gai, si gai, dans mon rire sonore,
Oh ! si gai, que j’ai peur d’éclater en sanglots !
The afternoon was devoted to lava fields, we stopped at the village of Vik before crossing the Myrdalssandur volcanic washout plains. We ended the day passing through the vast Eldhraun lava field, the world's largest recorded lava field in the past thousand years. These are vast and desolate places but the essence of Iceland with its 130 volcanoes.
Marching on, never forgetting
Always telling the story
Reasons so fitting
The end goal is worth fighting for
Have faith and inner strength
A bond at the very core
Unterschiedliche Werzeuge. Eifrig im Einsatz.
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Also one of my favorite jobs when I'm traveling – I have to admit that. At first I didn't dare to photograph this group – but I don't think anyone noticed ;-)
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Auch eine meiner liebsten Tätigkeiten, wenn ich auf Reisen bin – das muss ich zugeben. Ich habe mich erst nicht getraut, diese Gruppe zu fotografieren – aber ich glaube es hat niemand bemerkt ;-)
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Travel to Tuscany, Italy /// Reise in die Toskana, Italien /// Siena
Papa Bluebird with a mealworm for one of the lucky youngsters in the nest box. Both parents have been working nonstop to care for their brood. Backyard bird.
The devoted follower will have realized that I've posted a shot before that I had taken in this very location. Well, today I got another chance to find an interesting angle on this.
I was trying to use the strong lines to my advantage and get a human element just entering this little "foyer in the foyer!" The mirror is great, of course, to create an illusion of depth. Getting the vertical lines straight wasn't the easiest bit of post processing here. Whenever I got those straight, I totally hated how crooked the mirror looked. It was always going to be tricky since it's not flush on the wall but rather protrudes into the room on the bottom.
Olympus OM-D E-M10 Mk. II
Olympus M.Zuiko 17mm F1.8
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Illustration to poetry of Natalya Hrebionka devoted to Japan.
Paper, Ink 2021
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Thin branches
Erase the stars from the sky.
A strong wind again.
The shadows have gone blind.
Got caught in crossroads
Spider network.
Knots tie the space
Thoughts are sleepless.
Deprived of constancy
Life is like monsoons.
© Natalya Hrebionka 2021
Тонкие ветки
Стирают с неба звезды.
Вновь сильный ветер.
Тени ослепли.
Попались в перекрестки
Паучьей сети.
Узлом вяжут пространство
Мысли бессонно.
Лишена постоянства
Жизнь, как муссоны.
© Natalya Hrebionka 2021