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Kloster Schäftlarn is a Benedictine monastery south of Munich.
It was founded in 762 as a Benedictine monastery. The chaos caused by the Hungarian wars in the early 10th century, disintegration of moral and mismanagement caused an end to the monastery in 931.
In 1140 bishop Otto von Freising gave the monastery to the Premonstratensians, until its dissolution during the secularisation of Bavaria in 1803, Kloster Schäftlarn belonged to the Premonstratensian Order.
In 1866 King Ludwig II of Bavaria restored possession to the Benedictines and in 1910 Prince Regent Luitpold again raised it into the rank of abbey.
The present appearance goes back to 1707, the church of St. Dionys (St. Denis) was built from 1733 to 1740 in the Rococo architectural style, it is a prime example of this style.
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Left by the roadside, dilapidated and disintegrating, a sad commentary on a disappearing way of life....
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It is the oldest nucleus of Bagnoregio, also known as 'the dying city' due to the continuous erosion that relentlessly crumbles the tuffaceous hill of about 80 meters on which it stands. It is connected to Bagnoregio with a pedestrian viaduct of about 250 meters. This village is splendid and offers an insight into its history.
In ancient times it was connected to Bagnoregio through a gully, which in a short time disintegrated. Today it is connected to Bagnoregio through a somewhat unsightly pedestrian viaduct, but very functional for the large number of tourists who go to visit it. It is certainly one of the numerous Italian tourist pearls.
E' il nucleo più antico di Bagnoregio ,detta anche 'la città che muore' per le continue erosioni che sgretolano implacabili l'altura tufacea di 80 metri su cui sorge . E' collegata a Bagnoregio con un viadotto pedonale di circa 250 metri .
Splendido questo Borgo che offre uno spaccato della sua storia . Anticamente era collegata a Bagnoregio attraverso un calanco che nel giro di pochi secoli è andato disintegrandosi . Oggi è collegata a Bagnoregio attraverso un viadotto pedonale un pò antiestetico ma molto funzionale per la grande quantità di Turisti che vanno a visitarla . E' certamente una delle numerosissime perle turistiche Italiane .
Life in a pond....
I am going through a very tough family situation right now, so have been off Flickr, and will probably be off more than on in the next little while.
I will try to catch up with your latest images today.
Theme: Fragile
This is dedicated to the 2 people who told me so. You know who you are. Thanx
Also dedicated to my youngest flickr friend DAKOTA!
This is the first of two shots from Porthcawl I'm uploading today which are literally only a couple of seconds apart, this one has the wave at full height, whilst the next shows how quickly it disintegrates into a mass of spray.
51°28'24.40"N 3°42'4.51"W
It was actually Robert Smith's birthday on Friday but Eternal Vampire Prince won out. Anyway, this was actually taken from the crowd. Even though I had a photopass for the music festival he was headlining, he decided sort of last minute he would not allow any photographers in the pit. I am not sure why but maybe it had something to do with a hairspray issue (that's my wild stab at a guess and/or my attempt at humor). ANYWAY, I have been a Cure fan since I was a cool goth teenager before all my high school classmates discovered that poser Marilyn Manson and thought it was also cool to wear black and then suddenly I was not the only one in my school looking like I had spent all night reading Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton and I stopped wearing black for awhile because I was so annoyed but I didn't ever stop listening to The Cure.
Anyway, I hope he had a nice birthday on Friday. There was recently some drama about the cost of concert tickets and I wish people like Robert Smith and Taylor Swift who actually have some pull would put their foot down or just cut out Ticketmaster all together. Then, we could all enjoy the glorious hairspray. And, also the music.
I realize I am not funny.
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The Cure - Disintegration
Desolation (Main Theme) - Ennio Morricone
Sufjan Stevens & Angelo De Augustine - "Back to Oz"
This is the very famous chair from City Methodist Church in Gary, Indiana. If you do a search for pictures of this church you will probably see hundreds of pictures of this chair. I do not know the history behind it or how it got there, but it is now falling completely apart. Even pictures taken of it from a year ago reveal just how much it has fallen apart in a short period of time.
Also, fyi, this picture is not HDR.
And check out my photo gallery: The Rotten Chairs Collection
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Le temps et l’eau font lentement leur œuvre, le bois se délitant peu à peu, ne restent que les membrures, et ces squelettes magnifiques se couvrent d’une peau de mousse et d’algues, dans cette dernière demeure, comme un retour à la nature, une métaphore de la chaîne du vivant…(Isabelle Nivet)
Time and water slowly do their work, the wood gradually disintegrating, only the ribs remain, and these magnificent skeletons are covered with a skin of moss and algae, in this last dwelling, like a return to nature, a metaphor of the chain of life…(Isabelle Nivet)
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"...I never said I would stay to the end
I'd leave you with babies and hoping for secrecy
Screaming like this in the hole of sincerity
Scream with me over and over and over
I leave you with photographs, pictures of trickery
And stains on the carpet and stains on the memory
Songs about happiness murmured in dreams
And we both of us knew how the end always is
How the end always is"
My favorite song of one of my all-time favorite rock albums. In my humble opinion, the best album of the 80's.
What is your best album of the 80's?
The Cure, performing the song live in their 30th anniversary of the record: youtu.be/RQFykrCo6yQ
Explored highest position: 163 on Saturday, January 23, 2021
To all those who passed through this world and found some measure of enjoyment while visiting - thank you. Permafrost is disintegrating now, and will be fully gone by the end of February.
The Kelpies are 30-metre-high horse-head sculptures depicting kelpies, located near Grangemouth in Scotland.
In Scottish folklore, a kelpie is a dangerous shape-shifting water creature that can appear on land as a horse.
There has been a lot of images been taken on the Kelpies, I thought I will try something different with the help of digital editing, inspired by the structural patterns of the sculpture.
To all those who passed through this world and found some measure of enjoyment while visiting - thank you. Permafrost is disintegrating now, and will be fully gone by the end of February.
I think many of us know the feeling :)
Many people find rotting wood and falling apart fences ugly, but I see beauty in them. We fall apart as we age, but there is beauty in that aging and I've learned to appreciate it.
Theme: Rust
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Seeing the empty shells of an deserted house or rusty car always makes me think that at one time someone stood before them, proud of their new abode or auto. What happened between the pride and abandonment?
I appreciate that you took your time to view, fave and comment!
Muchas, muchas gracias por sus visitas, favs y comentarios :)
Many, many thanks for your visits, favs and comments :)
Olympus
RECIPE FOR MAKING THE COLOUR BLUE
If you wish to make the colour blue
take a piece of sky and put it in a pot
large enough to place on the flame of the horizon.
Stir into the blue a pinch of early morning red
until it dissolves. Pour everything
into a brass bowl that has been well washed
to eliminate all of the afternoon’s impurities.
Finally, sift in a few smidgens of gold from the sand
of midday until the colour adheres to the bottom of the bowl.
To prevent the colours from separating with time,
drop a charred peach pit into the liquid.
It will disintegrate, leaving no telltale
sign, not even – from the black ash – an ochre trace
on the golden surface. You may then raise the colour
to eye level and compare it with genuine blue.
The two colours will look so alike
that you cannot distinguish one from the other.
This was how I did it – I, Abraham ben Judah Ibn Haim,
illuminator from the town of Loulé. And I left the recipe
for whoever, one day, would imitate the sky.
Nuno Judice
Translation: Richard Zenith
RECIPE FOR MAKING THE COLOUR BLUE
If you wish to make the colour blue
take a piece of sky and put it in a pot
large enough to place on the flame of the horizon.
Stir into the blue a pinch of early morning red
until it dissolves. Pour everything
into a brass bowl that has been well washed
to eliminate all of the afternoon’s impurities.
Finally, sift in a few smidgens of gold from the sand
of midday until the colour adheres to the bottom of the bowl.
To prevent the colours from separating with time,
drop a charred peach pit into the liquid.
It will disintegrate, leaving no telltale
sign, not even – from the black ash – an ochre trace
on the golden surface. You may then raise the colour
to eye level and compare it with genuine blue.
The two colours will look so alike
that you cannot distinguish one from the other.
This was how I did it – I, Abraham ben Judah Ibn Haim,
illuminator from the town of Loulé. And I left the recipe
for whoever, one day, would imitate the sky.
Nuno Judice
Translation: Richard Zenith
"Blame yourself for wrong deeds done, the innocent is the guilty one." = The Prophet by The Temptations.
Stop pointing fingers and use those hands to do something to help this earth.
Yes, BIG changes by Nations and Big companies is mandatory if we want to change the direction we are heading. We are destroying Earth and in the end we will destroy ourselves.
Get up and pick up a shovel, put down the fertilizer, pick up the street trash, put down the keys and walk to the store, hello, forget the health club and walk to the store, recycle in a corner of you fancy back yard. Get up, stop complaining and do something yourself.
... and in the end, when humanity has finally achieved their mutual goal and killed itself off. Mother Nature will slowly take back her world and all of civilization's bones, structures, art, poetry will disintegrate into dust.
RECIPE FOR MAKING THE COLOUR BLUE
If you wish to make the colour blue
take a piece of sky and put it in a pot
large enough to place on the flame of the horizon.
Stir into the blue a pinch of early morning red
until it dissolves. Pour everything
into a brass bowl that has been well washed
to eliminate all of the afternoon’s impurities.
Finally, sift in a few smidgens of gold from the sand
of midday until the colour adheres to the bottom of the bowl.
To prevent the colours from separating with time,
drop a charred peach pit into the liquid.
It will disintegrate, leaving no telltale
sign, not even – from the black ash – an ochre trace
on the golden surface. You may then raise the colour
to eye level and compare it with genuine blue.
The two colours will look so alike
that you cannot distinguish one from the other.
This was how I did it – I, Abraham ben Judah Ibn Haim,
illuminator from the town of Loulé. And I left the recipe
for whoever, one day, would imitate the sky.
Nuno Judice
Translation: Richard Zenith
In it's dying breath Nature held no remorse.
Civilization had collapsed centuries before.
All that remained was stillness and the cool dry wind.
It will take millennia for the blue sky to return
and with the passing of eons man's impression upon this world shall disintegrate to dust.
Next to ice and mud, the color show of decomposing leaves in the small creeks near me are at times psychedelic. These scenes can be just as tricky as ice when it comes to setting up for maximum color and contrast. Even a slight movement can drain the wow factor as well as land my backside in the middle of it.
Hawkcraig Pier is a relic from the days when the coast of Fife was littered with military defence installations. This was one of the landing points for passengers and supplies for the nearby WW 1 research facility. Almost everything else was dismantled when the military moved out but this pier has been around slowly disintegrating over the decades.
I had hoped to catch the sun popping up just at the end of the pier on this morning shoot but I was tricked by the distant hill (Berwick Law) which hid the point of sunrise until it was too late to change position. I’ve tried to make the most of the resultant shot by trying to create a balanced image across the frame but that meant bringing the rig into frame. I’m not convinced that rigs make all that an interesting subject but when you live in Scotland it appears at times you can’t look at the coastline without seeing at least one.
RECIPE FOR MAKING THE COLOUR BLUE
If you wish to make the colour blue
take a piece of sky and put it in a pot
large enough to place on the flame of the horizon.
Stir into the blue a pinch of early morning red
until it dissolves. Pour everything
into a brass bowl that has been well washed
to eliminate all of the afternoon’s impurities.
Finally, sift in a few smidgens of gold from the sand
of midday until the colour adheres to the bottom of the bowl.
To prevent the colours from separating with time,
drop a charred peach pit into the liquid.
It will disintegrate, leaving no telltale
sign, not even – from the black ash – an ochre trace
on the golden surface. You may then raise the colour
to eye level and compare it with genuine blue.
The two colours will look so alike
that you cannot distinguish one from the other.
This was how I did it – I, Abraham ben Judah Ibn Haim,
illuminator from the town of Loulé. And I left the recipe
for whoever, one day, would imitate the sky.
Nuno Judice
Translation: Richard Zenith
Strip me down
to my bones,
and tell me
that you love me
It can be a lie,
I just need
to hear those words
Rub your calloused fingertips
across my milky skin
until I disintegrate
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The side and peak of this house looks like it is yellow. The rest of the house looks like it is white. I think the tin roof was even painted white, which is unusual. It appears to be abandoned.
A little yard clean up, patch the holes and a new roof and you are good to go. It isn’t too bad.
Located in Richmond County, Virginia.