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Dyslexia is a learning difficulty that primarily affects the skills involved in accurate and fluent word reading and spelling.
I've never been formally diagnosed, but I've always struggled with my spelling and fluent communication. Forming coherent sentences has always been a challenge for me, but with practice and modern tech, it easier to get by.
I thought dyslexia was an excellent topic to combine with the brief 'Dutch angle'. By tilting the image, it helps to suggest a sense of confusion and chaos while interpreting text.
This image was taken for the 'Macro Mondays' - 'Dutch Angle' challenge, 21st September 2020.
Whenever people suffered the difficulty in real life, they either faced the challenge with courage or hided themselves in their secret garden temporarily, made their sophicated thoughts within, and then find way to breakthrough again.
Have you ever own your secret garden ? It could be a real place in the world , or just a mental place at your mind, which made yourself feel safe & help you calm down from the suddently sufferings in real life.
Try to create the secret garden through the overlayering composition, it can be a place mixed with variable emotions, happiness, sorrow, hate, sadness, peaceful etc, not necesarry a subjective garden in vision, maybe just a private corner under the tree, on the meadow, or even the space between the leaves & air.. tell me how you think about your secret garden.
There are literally hundreds, if not thousands of abandoned homes strewn throughout the countryside in Alberta. They did not fall out of the sky, but rather, were thoughtfully placed with the intentions of building a life within the four walls and a roof - a very long time ago.
When I come across these homesteads, I just have to stop. I don’t know why I am drawn to these old relics. Fossils of the past. It is as if can hear their heart beat in the solitude of the countryside.
Who lived here? What kind of life did they have? Did they conquer their hardships or challenges? It is without a doubt that the occupants encountered insurmountable struggles.
I try to imagine the essence of the house. Were there moments of joy and contentment despite the harshness and difficulties of the environment? I find it incredulous that it still stands even though it has been ravaged by time.
My imagination begins to percolate.
I want to hear the happy, contagious squeals of children giggling as they raced to the warmth of their beds at night; the sound of Mother humming as she lovingly brushed her daughter’s hair by the fire, or Father whistling with an air of fulfillment at a satisfying day of work that had been done and in anticipation of the hot meal waiting for him as he walked in, through the door. Goals, dreams and aspirations were quietly shared in the secrecy of night. Stolen kisses and affirmations of love and commitment were whispered as the children slept.
I wonder if this house had been enough for them? Why did they leave? What were their parting thoughts as they turned the key for that one last time? So many questions. No answers…
I snap a photo of the old gal.
I start driving down the lonely road but take one last look in my rearview mirror. I see a house surrounded by mass plantings of flowers, a thriving garden, chickens milling about and a clothesline that has a congregation of well worn clothes that are being gently seduced by an unusually warm summer breeze. The children are playing Kick-the-can out in the fields.
The joy of their laughter is a welcome sound to their Mother and Father who are sitting together on the porch sipping lemonade and enjoying a respite from the monotony of chores. No words pass between them. They bask in the silence of their mutual contentment.
I see a house that was once brimming with life and love. It stands proud and tenacious as a testament to those who happen to pass by on this lonely country road and those who have the ears to hear the echoes of laughter wafting in the wind, proclaiming that this house was more than four walls and a roof - it was a home…
Despite of the serious difficulties we all have to pass during these hard times we keep taking photographs, keep doing what we like the most. Life goes on and it's great. No matter if the cold winter is outside. We, for example, have about -25 and very heavy snowfalls for a couple of recent weeks. I feel some warmth inside, a summer state of mind. And I wish you to have same bright feeling too.
Here you can see one of the many many beautiful churches of Veliky Ustyug, a small town in the north of European Russia. A true pearl of northern architecture.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Veliky_Ustyug
Photo is taken while traveling around this region in August 2020.
Thank you for all the comments and faves, my friends.
I had no difficulty in coming to an opinion about what is "Best with the Holidays" as it is undeniably the fact that it is the one time in the year that our entire family, i.e., Pam, myself, our four daughters and their husbands along with my 6 grandchildren make a point of getting together. Coming up with a representative macro was a bit harder. The image is "The Hunt" monogram on a small plate from the Christmas china on which we serve our traditional Christmas Eve meal. Less than 3 inches. Happy Holidays to all!
We had difficulty convincing my then 2 yrs old grandson that Wonderland at Retford near Nottingham - just checked and actually called Sundown Adventure land now…this was indeed a wonderful place, lol like being in fairytale land . Grim more like it...making memories that you never forget :)
View from Mt Difficulty Vineyard in Bannockburn where we are having lunch. April 27, 2016 Central Otago in the South Island of New Zealand.
The Cellar Door at Mt Difficulty Wines is known as much for its dramatic views of rugged rock and thyme landscapes as it is for its stylish wine and food.
The unique microclimate of the Bannockburn area is partially created by the presence of Mount Difficulty which overlooks the southern Cromwell basin, and is the namesake of Mt Difficulty Wines. Mount Difficulty is integral in providing low rainfall and humidity for the region. Bannockburn enjoys hot summers, a large diurnal temperature variation and long cool autumns; conditions which bring the best out of the Pinot Noir grapes. These conditions, along with soils which are ideal for viticulture, provide an excellent basis not only for Pinot Noir, but also for Pinot Gris, Riesling, and Chardonnay. The soils are a mix of clay and gravels, but all feature a high pH level; grapes produce their best wines on sweet soils.
For More Info: www.mtdifficulty.co.nz/aboutus/ourstory.html
Despite some technical difficulties during this one, it got finished
This weeks winner of a free Photo Shoot is..... Eripom Moonwall, which puts some insane pressure of me cause she herself is absolutely amazing.
(I knew these contests were a bad idea haha)
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Mist Trail
Vernal Falls
Yosemite National Park, CA
This one was taken from this past summer as we were hiking up the Mist Trail up to Vernal Falls in Yosemite National Park. This is the view looking down the mountain. The climb is almost entirely uphill. I shot this with the ultra wide lens at 10mm I still feel like I barely captured most of the views. I probably should have done a panorama. Lessons learned.
Top of Vernal Fall
Distance: 2.4 mi (3.9 km) round trip (via Mist Trail)
Elevation gain: 1000 ft (300 m)
Difficulty: Strenuous
Time: 3 hours
Mike D
Chochi, Chiba, Japan
Choshi Electric Railway(Choshi Dentetsu) is a historic railroad founded in 1923 with a total length of 6.4 km located in Choshi City, Chiba Prefecture. Despite financial difficulties, the company has survived through diversified management, including the manufacture and sale of souvenirs.
Lytes Cary Manor
A house created by two families.
The Lyte Family
From the 13th century to the 18th century, Lytes Cary Manor was the home of the Lyte family. The founder of that family was William le Lyte, who was a feudal tenant of the estate as early as 1286. It is believed that his grandson Peter built the chapel which dates back to 1343.
The Lyte family lived here for over six generations and gradually expanded the house.
By the mid eighteenth century, the family were in serious financial difficulty and in 1755 the family had no other option but to sell Lytes Cary.
The Jenner family
Lytes Cary was then tenanted by a series of farmers until Sir Walter Jenner bought the estate in 1907. When the Jenners arrived the Great Hall was being used as a cider press, the Great Parlour was housing agricultural materials and the Little Parlour was a carpenter’s workshop, it later became Sir Walter's private study. He restored the house to a 17th-century style and also added on a new west wing.
The house as it stands today is filled with the collection lovingly restored and used by the Jenners.
Sir Walter decided to pass the house onto the National Trust in 1948. His daughter, Esme had died of pneumonia at the age of only 37, so he had no family to leave Lytes Cary to.
It's always great when the spring comes and a variety of waders return to the moorland to breed. The moors and lower pastures around Derwent Edge, where this image was taken, have breeding Curlew, Golden Plover, Snipe and Lapwing. By most accounts, their numbers are a fraction of what they used to be (and could still be again) as a result of various factors, such as land drainage, which deprives waders of the wet places they rely upon to feed. Since the lock-down was eased a bit last week, I've had my first walks on the moors since the winter. And despite the difficulties these birds are facing, there seemed to be decent numbers around and the air was filled with their distinctive calls. A particular joy to experience after so many weeks couped up.
The difficulties you meet will resolve themselves as you advance. Proceed, and light will dawn, and shine with increasing clearness on your path.
Jim Rohn
Rupert Spira about the difficulties in dealing with uncomfortable mind content coming up during one's spiritual practice:
away till June!
thank you friends for all your support, comments, faves ... <3
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dedicated to Sanya Myla Cotta the wonderful Goan violinist whose funeral was today in Goa (1.May 2019)
Thank you for your wonderful music and the moments shared!
Back before CN embraced AC traction and hordes of GEVOs C44-9W leads #142 downgrade at Mile 9.1 on the Dundas Sub. The train, which instead of its normal doublestacks, has autoracks behind the power, is passing the shack that was used by the foreman stationed onsite for a few years to monitor the level of an underground spring that was giving CN difficulty. The spring is still there but now it's monitored remotely.
Am Einschnitt bei Sinngrün läßt sich gut erleben, wie schnell sich die Natur ihr Terrain zurück erobert. War im Winter erst wieder großzügig freigeschnitten worden, konnte man im Hochsommer die Stelle für ostwärts fahrende Züge nur mehr unter großen Strapazen erreichen. Zu hoch waren Sträucher und Himbeerranken schon wieder gewachsen. Endlich an der geeigneten Stelle angekommen, hätte dann aber die Zugauswahl spektakulärer sein dürfen. Ein Tandem, bestehend aus den für ecco rail im Einsatz stehenden 193 990 und 998, beförderte einen schweren Holzzug in Richtung Regensburg (23. Juli 2021).
The cutting at Sinngrün is a good example of how quickly nature reclaims its terrain. After being generously cut back in winter, in midsummer it was only possible to reach the site for eastbound trains with great difficulty. Bushes and raspberry vines had grown too high again. Finally arrived at the suitable place, the train selection could have been more spectacular. A tandem consisting of the 193 990 and 998 in service for ecco rail carried a heavy timber train towards Regensburg (23 July 2021).
Legends
The legends focus on Nicholas' compassion for vulnerable people in difficulty. For example, he threw gold coins into the house of a poor man who could not pay his daughters' dowry. In doing so, he prevented the daughters from falling into prostitution. Bishop Nicholas also rescued shipwrecked people and returned a kidnapped boy to his mother. The most sensational story is that the saint is said to have raised three children from the dead. They had been murdered by a greedy innkeeper and their bodies were pickled in a barrel for cannibalistic purposes. Another version of the story speaks of three priest students who were brought back to life by Nicholas.
Bari
From the sixth century onwards, Nicholas was venerated as a saint throughout the Byzantine Empire. Because the Turks threatened to conquer Myra in 1087, the bones of Saint Nicholas were transferred to the southern Italian port city of Bari.
The ancient veneration of St. Nicholas gradually spread throughout Christendom. In Utrecht (the Netherlands) the name of the saint appears in a book dating from 1183.
Reino Unido de Gran Bretaña - Escocia - Dundee - Tay Rail Bridge
ENGLISH
The Tay Bridge carries the main-line railway across the Firth of Tay in Scotland, between the city of Dundee and the suburb of Wormit in Fife. Its span is 2.75 miles (3.5 kilometres).
The present structure is the second one on its site.
From about 1854, there had been plans for a Tay crossing, to replace an early train-ferry. The first bridge, opened in 1878, was a single-track lattice design, notable for lightness and low cost. Its sudden collapse in a high wind on 28 December 1879 was one of the great engineering disasters of history, and its causes are still debated today.
The second bridge was a double-track construction of iron and steel, opened in 1887 and still in service. In 2003, a strengthening and refurbishing project was recognised by a major award for the scale and difficulty of the work.
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ESPAÑOL
El puente ferroviario del Tay o puente del Tay (Inglés: Tay Rail Bridge) es un puente de aproximadamente tres kilómetros y medio que atraviesa el Estuario del Tay, en Escocia, y conecta la ciudad de Dundee con el municipio de Wormit, en Fife. El puente actual es el segundo que se construye en esa ubicación, ya que el primero se vino abajo a finales del siglo XIX. Antes de los puentes, el estuario debía cruzarse en bote o ferry
Los planes para su construcción datan desde 1854. El primer puente, que se inauguró en 1878, era un diseño entramado de una sola vía y destacaba por su bajo costo y poco peso. Su hundimiento debido a los fuertes vientos el 28 de diciembre de 1879 es uno de los mayores desastres de la historia de la ingeniería y es aún hoy causa de debate.
El segundo puente, de doble vía y construido con hierro y acero, se inauguró en 1887 y aún funciona. En 2003 se reforzó y mejoró, en un proyecto que se premió con la escala y dificultad del trabajo.
Via ferrata of medium difficulty, in the east ascent one passage B/C, otherwise easier (B and A/B), the descent via the SW ridge is a touch easier (passages B, mostly around A/B). In the approach to the east face there are some unsecured scree passages (max. I) and in the descent an unsecured exposed ridge section to overcome. Due to the high frequency of use, the route is very prone to falling rocks. For the ascent, surefootedness and a head for heights are necessary.
If we wait until our lives are free from sorrow or difficulty, then we wait forever. And miss the entire point.
~ Dirk Benedict
Anything Goes 2021: Forest
I had difficulty identifying this moth, as I used two books that I had on Butterflies and Moths, and finally I Googled it. I am not 100% sure if this is what it is, so if anyone thinks differently please let me know. I found it in a patch of scrub by the river at Waterperry Gardens this week. It was totally at rest for a long time so was easy to photograph.
While walking along the strolling deck above the stormwater management area, we saw a lot of branches in the water, which I have never seen before. Best seen large by clicking on the photo.
Stay safe and don't let your guard down in the holiday season. Do your part, stay apart and wear a mask. #BeKind
Having difficulty in identifying these. My current thought is that they are mergansers, a male in eclipse and a female, but would welcome comments. Seen on the Tyne today.
Weather is often the main difficulty in Scotland but there is a saying in Scotland that if you don't like the weather there wait for ten minutes. Yes the weather is so changeable that often if you wait you will be rewarded with some sunshine. I took this shot on one of my weekly visits to the Highlands and lo and behold the whole week was end to end sunshine. I had to delete the last two images as they were over processed. Thank-you for your comments and critiques. Constructive criticism is always welcome.
The construction of the church was accompanied by difficulties, including due to the Polish uprising of 1830-1831. Only in 1835, the Kiev landowner Anthony Savitsky contributed the final amount, but construction was completed only after 7 years. On August 30, 1842 of the same year, the temple was consecrated.
St. Alexander's Cathedral remained the only major Catholic religious building in Kyiv until the Church of St. Nicholas was built in 1909.
Будівництво церкви супроводжувалося труднощами, у тому числі через Польське повстання 1830—1831 років. Лише 1835 року київський поміщик Антоній Савицький вніс остаточну суму, але будівництво завершилося лише через 7 років. 30 серпня 1842 року того ж року храм було освячено.
Собор Святого Олександра залишався єдиною великою католицькою культовою спорудою Києва, доки 1909 року не було збудовано костел Святого Миколая.
Український дім – місце в центрі столиці, яке використовують для проведення різних заходів: конгресів, форумів, конференцій, виставок. У п’ятиповерховій будівлі близько десятка виставкових залів.
Будівлю споруджено в 1978–1982 роках для розміщення в ній експозиції музею Леніна, який до переїзду був розташований у приміщенні Будинку вчителя, знаного серед киян як «Центральна Рада». Ленінська експозиція працювала до 1993 року, після цього її демонтували і розмістили у фондах, а установу почали використовувати як поліфункціональний виставково-презентаційний комплекс.
I am having difficulty with the identification of this stint. Maybe somebody can help ID this bird? I am inclined to believe it is a Little Stint judging by the bill shape and colouring of the upper parts. It was by itself among a large flock of similarly sized Wrybill out at Lake Ellesmere a couple of months ago. As the Little Stint is very rare, this bird is likely a Red-necked Stint.
Great difficulty standing against the strength of the wind.
The Helm Wind is the only named wind in the UK. Blows along the length of the Cumbrian Pennines, East of the Eden Valley and is marked by a long rolling bank of cloud parallel to the Pennines.. The wind needs to blow from the East, as it was today.
In the early 1800's, many thoughtful Americans believed that isolation and the difficulties of communication would force the Mississippi Valley settlements to form a separate nation. Hoping to hold the frontier, Congress, in 1800, established a post route from Nashville (TN) to Natchez (MS). The Trace, then a series of Indian Trails, had drawn from the Secretary of State the bitter comment, "The passage of mail from Natchez is as tedious as from Europe when westerly winds prevail." To speed the mail, President Jefferson ordered the army to clear out the trail and make it a road. Postriders, carrying letters, dispatches, and newspaper helped bind the vast turbulent frontier to the republic. However, their day passed by the mid-1830's when steamboats, running from New Orleans to Pittsburg, robbed the Trace of its usefulness as a main post route.
The pathway shown above is a section of the original Old Natchez Trace near Eupora, Mississippi (before the road) that you can walk on as it winds back and forth across the newer Natchez Trace Road. Some sections are fairly flat adjacent to the nearby roadway and others are deeper, worn out paths that are usually referred to as the 'Sunken Trace'.
Three bracketed photos were taken with a handheld Nikon D7200 and combined with Photomatix Pro to create this HDR image. Additional adjustments were made in Photoshop CS6.
"For I know the plans I have for you", declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11
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Taken with some difficulty through our neighbour's tree at almost the same spot as the Possum/Galah confrontation the other day - we heard a Kookaburra laughing and I noticed one sitting on the far right end of the power pole cross arm (out of sight on the right) followed by a Magpie landing on the other end. Oh no, problems for sure. As I grabbed the camera and moved a bit to position myself, at the left hand end and middle were a further two Kookas with the Magpie keeping a watchful eye....surprisingly close. Magpies take exception to Kookaburras and usually take chase. In time, as I typed this the Noisy Miners joined in. The Kookas decided to retreat as usual. Game over.
Today 19 June.
Having difficulty with the berries. She dropped this one, but was soon back for more at Martin Mere WWT.
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It can happen to anyone, from any walk of life.
20 years ago I had a career that I was incredibly proud of, saving lives, I had a home, mortgage, car and disposable income. I was confident and, even though I hate to blow my own trumpet, I was incredibly good at the work that I did.
I was, however, bullied, harassed, abused, belittled and ostracised by management and many colleagues in a toxic environment where this behaviour had spread like a cancer. This went on daily for 13 years. I thought that I was 'ignoring' it and just knuckling down in my work. I didn't know, until it was too late, that this was damaging both my physical and mental health.
After some time off due to a stress breakdown I returned and the bullying turned into a witch hunt. They succeeded. My mental and physical health had been destroyed. I was wrongly advised to resign by a union that had representatives embedded in management. I was too unwell to pursue any means of recompense.
Losing my career lead to my first Takotsubo Cardiomyopathy attack. This one was nearly fatal.
I have suffered from Complex Post-traumatic Stress Disorder (CPTSD) for at least 20 years as a direct result of this. Only finally receiving help for the condition last year after years of medical denial because the establishment at the time did not understand the connection between non-life threatening instances and PTSD despite mounting evidence. Thankfully it is much better understood today.
The bullies took my career, my confidence, my identity, my physical health, my mental health and now they have taken my relationship and my home. My ex being unable to cope with my PTSD and reacting to it in a way that was making it worse in a cycle that just destroyed our relationship.
Now, unable to work and unable to claim benefits for the moment, unwell, terrified and struggling at times to cope with basic life things, I am facing this horrendous situation that is so daunting there are times that my thoughts go to a very dark place.
I never imagined any of this would happen to me. I was on top of the world back in the early 2000s. The best time of my entire life.
Maybe I deserved this. Maybe I did something terrible in a former life. I don't know. I can't make sense of it.
I don't want to give up just yet. I want to fight back. I just have so little actual physical support. PTSD can cause isolation. Distrust. Withdrawal.
I have lost my few best friends since moving to Scotland for numerous reasons outside of my control. My family are 300 miles away and offer just loving thoughts. I am on my own.
On Friday I will be completely on my own for the first time in 20 years. This time without the confidence and abilities I had back then. I have to try and find them but without safety, comfort and familiarity I face an impossible task. It can take monumental effort just to cook a simple meal. PTSD is a terrible thing to have.
I am sharing my story as I don't know when or how I will return to Flickr.
Photography has been my recovery. My saviour from PTSD. An adrenaline kick from street photography, the excitement of the edit when you return home. Sharing my photographs with you and taking time to enjoy your photographs. The Flickr routine has kept my sanity and been an important part of my day for years now. I fully intend to return but the odds are against me at least for the moment.
Some of you wanted to help by donating towards the expensive Internet costs I will face in temporary housing.
I hate asking for help but please know that I am incredibly grateful for the help that I have received, both financially and otherwise. Just knowing that people care is a help in itself.
If you wish to keep in touch with me via WhatsApp while I am unable to get my PC online then please Flickrmail me your contact details. (bearing in mind that over the next few days my time is limited).
My PC will be packed tomorrow so I may make one more post before I go. I'll make sure it is a happier picture.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. I am profoundly thankful for the friendships and acquaintances that I have made here. You are all wonderful, awesome people. Thank you.
Homelessness can happen to anyone.
I have difficulty identifying hawks in flight at a far distance, but there is little doubt about a powerful hawk flying low across a field, with a white patch on the rump...Northern Harrier.
This hawk was seen at a VERY far distance, so it was necessary to crop the picture. Not the sharpest of shots but still with some feather detail and motion blur. Happy to have gotten it for Life Bird Photograph #236.
After a hike with Swiss friends at the Mills Canyon Park in Burlingame, I scouted for a good place with a clear view of airplanes landing at SFO, the San Francisco International airport. I found some dandelion blowballs in a local park. A dandelion blowball apparently has a spiritual meaning of surviving through all challenges and difficulties.
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5am in Gwythian, Cornwall. It's so hard to get up at this hour, but once I get through the initial difficulty of waking up I feel so happy and at peace walking around at sunrise. It feels natural and right to be up then and I think if I actually went to bed at sunset that would be what nature intended! However, I live in London and that's just never going to happen! So it ends up feeling like a funny mix of suffering and joy! It is similar to running for me in that way: A bit painful at first but I end up feeling so alive and connected to the Earth.
60074 "Luke" & 60065 "Jaguar" on 13:40 6H09 Dowlow Briggs Sidings - Peak Forest Up Sidings at Buxton URS Sidings.
60065 came in to difficulties at Dowlow / will only drive one way so 60074 had to top her to Buxton then both ran round and Claggy 60065 lead to Peak Forest 27/11/2022
"Out of difficulties grow miracles."
~ Jean De La Bruyere ~
"If you don't like something change it; if you can't change it, change the way you think about it."
~ Mary Engelbreit ~
"If you can find a path with no obstacles, it probably doesn't lead anywhere."
~ Frank A. Clark ~
"It is always in the midst, in the epicenter, of your troubles that you find serenity."
~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry ~
With my friend Pascal, we decided to settle sleep in a tent on a summit near Meribel. It took us some hours of back country ski ascent. sweat and pain with our 18kg of backback each to get there.
But these early lights looking north toward Mont Blanc, the highest western European summit, made us forget everything about these difficulties the previous day.
I felt it looked like Donald Trump though :-D
As usual, the real difficulty with Macro Mondays was thinking of something a little different and different from the last time that I tried to photograph a similar subject.
This is a wineglass full of marbles photographed in a dark room with just an LED penlight for illumination from above. I used the usual setup: tripod, trigger and black foamboard background.
The raw file was developed in Capture One for colour and lowering the Clarity to give a softer feel. In Affinity, there was a bit of sharpening and the usual tone and colour work. Cropping proved a bit of a challenge, and then I applied a bit of standard Orton effect using a couple of adjustment layers [a brightness/contrast layer with Screen blend and a Gaussian blur layer with Multiply blend mode and restricted to a tonal range using advanced blend options ], but lightly as MM is not meant to be heavily processed. Then to add a little more interest I flipped the image vertically to give a more surreal abstract feel. I’m not sure I got where I wanted but at least it’s something…
The glass is less than three inches at its widest and that is not visible here anyway, so we are within the guidelines.
I wonder how many people get to the stage of losing their marbles while still having their marbles from their teenage years… {sighs}
Thanks for taking the time to look. I hope you enjoy the image. Happy Macro Mondays! :)
25th of March is celebrated as the independence day of Greece, in memory of the 1821 's revolution against the Ottoman Empire. Nearly two centuries of difficulties and glories, hopes and betrayals, progress and self-destruction.
Let's celebrate this day wishing for peace for us, our neighboring nations and the rest of the world.
I chose this symbolic shot for today, familiar to those who have sailed from the port of Pireus to the islands.
Had some difficulty keeping GM in my frame.
I wonder how many speeding tickets he already collected ...
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“There is an island of opportunity in the middle of every difficulty.” Unknown.
Monemvasia, apart from being one of the most beautiful medieval towns in the Peloponnese, is a unique place in Greece. Its location on an island in the Mediterranean is truly spectacular. Today, the town can be reached by a causeway built over the sea in 1971, which connected the island with the mainland, but before that date, Monemvasia could only be reached by boat.
Due to its peculiar geography, Monemvasia became an ideal place to protect itself from invaders in the High Middle Ages, and that is how its first inhabitants built the first fortress in 583. Several centuries later, around the 10th AD, the town passed to be an important maritime and trade center. However, this fact led to continuous attacks to take over the island, and the city passed through Byzantine, Venetian and finally Ottoman hands, until its decline in the 18th century, and subsequent liberation in 1821 during the Greek War of Independence. Without a doubt, a fascinating story for such a peculiar and small territory.
Our YouTube Travel Video with Behind the Scenes of this picture:
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“Hay una isla de oportunidades en medio de cada dificultad”. Anónimo.
Monemvasia, además de ser uno de los pueblos medievales más hermosos del Peloponeso, es un lugar único en Grecia. Su emplazamiento en una isla sobre el Mediterráneo es realmente espectacular. Hoy en día, se puede llegar hasta el pueblo por una calzada construida sobre el mar en 1971, que conectó la isla con tierra firme, pero antes de esa fecha, a Monemvasia solo se podía llegar navegando.
Debido a su peculiar geografía, Monemvasia se convirtió en un lugar ideal para protegerse de invasores en la Alta Edad Media, y así fue cómo sus primeros habitantes construyeron la primera fortaleza en 583. Varios siglos más tarde, en torno al X d.C, la ciudad pasó a ser un importante centro marítimo y de comercio. Sin embargo, este hecho trajo consigo continuos ataques para apoderarse de la isla, y la ciudad pasó por manos Bizantinas, Venecianas y finalmente Otomanas, hasta su declive en el siglo XVIII, y posterior liberación en 1821 durante la Guerra de Independencia griega. Sin duda, una historia fascinante para un territorio tan pequeño y peculiar.
Stoer Head, Sutherland, NW Scotland.
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This is a stack consisting of Torridonian sandstone. This is very popular with climbers, as I witnessed while I was there. To gain access to the foot of the stack, a Tyrolean traverse is necessary, which may require a swimmer to put it in place. There are different routes to the summit with varying levels of difficulty.
The surrounding seas are extremely hostile and have claimed many vessels over the years.
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