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Every morning he sat at his place around the hotel corner, I was always welcomed "Juley, baba". In front of him, he had a collection of devices for the treatment of shoes, cleaning, painting, repairing, if necessary, making new shoes. In the evening he was still there.
At some point I decided, and asked him whether I can do a portrait. He turned slowly and proudly said yes, baba ...
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Every cemetary we saw in South Africa looks like this...fresh graves everywhere, with "reserve" signs. Tragic. AIDS is killing people throughout the world, but especially southern Africa.
¤ On Black ¤
Phalaenopsis are not only outstanding in their beauty, but also unique in their photosynthetic mechanism. As in many other plants, the petals of the orchid flowers serve to attract pollinating insects and protect essential organs. Following pollination, petals will usually undergo senescence (i.e. wilt and disintegrate) because it is metabolically expensive to maintain them.
In many Phalaenopsis species such as P.violacea, the petals and sepals found new uses following pollination. They turn green, become fleshy and apparently photosynthesize.
--from Wiki
Juried and accepted for display at the "Winter's Garden" from Jan 18 to Feb 17, 2008, at the Riverfront Arts Center in Stevens Point, WI.
first of all I am sorry for resolution problem as bcz when I saw the wall I had my compact with me !
but a question always arrives in my mind I wanted to ask it with a picture ... and I think it's d one !!
have we ever thought how important we are ... every individual is important na ? so why dere will be less importance for womens ? for special childs ? for poor ? somewhere for muslims ? for private university's students ? everytime .. everywhere d thing we see the most is grouping ! even in my family momi gives priority to my younger brother and baba gives priority to meh !! but don't we know that to maintain a family every member is important ! to walk a counltry every person living in it .... every person is an individual and every individual is important to make d world colorful ..to give life a rhythm ..... na ?
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EXPLORE : June 1, 2008 # 175
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And I swear by the sun in the sky...
I swear like the shadow that is by your side...
I will be there....
For better or worse till death do us part....
I love you with every beat of my heart...
And I swear....
You are the wonder of my life...
You are full of power and almighty bright...
You are the sun of my belief....
You are my chief...
You fill my every moments with love...
You quench all my thirst...
The world is full of golden-lit sunshine....
And all your mighty loving smile....
Have a great week ahead and sweet dream tonight...
I will always send you nice sunshine, sweet smile and warm love from Thailand, my Dearest...
Ich liebe dich..I LOVE YOU now and forever...
J-A-S-M-I-N-E..
A little pretty girl in Thailand..
Chonburi Province, Thailand..
"I TURN THE MUSIC UP, I GOT MY RECORDS ON
I SHUT THE WORLD OUTSIDE UNTIL THE LIGHTS COME ON
MAYBE THE STREETS ALIGHT, MAYBE THE TREES ARE GONE
I FEEL MY HEART START BEATING TO MY FAVOURITE SONG"
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This was a hard year... but i am lucky because it was VERY good too...
I started taking pics and then i met AMAZING PEOPLE!!!!
Thank you for your comments and your time... i appreciate all of you!
=) The last pictures of the year!! =)
Every day, sometimes evening, I leave my praxis at lunchtime, grab my camera and walk through the city of Bochum, Germany just for one hour.
Trying to get a good shot, which is not so simple, because it is NOT a nice city !!!
... said Edmond Locard in the 1800s. He was the best known forensic scientist of his time. His statement "Every contact leaves a trace" has been the term used by forensic teams for many years
28:365
I was trying to capture the drawings she was making on the shower screen .. they didn't work but her contact left a definite trace (see image in comments)
I have nightmares - reoccurring ones. Not every night, but once or twice a month. One thing I dream about all the time is tornadoes, or violent storms. Sometimes it's the ocean, and all the waves are as tall as buildings. And sometimes, it's stuff that is a lot scarier.
I have dreams too though... ;)
One of which is to be recognized for my photography.
So, I was pretty happy when I got an email a little while ago from the espai[b] gallery in Barcelona, Spain asking if they could exhibit and sell one of my photos. :)
You can see their flickr page here. There are some photos of the exhibition, in which you can see my photo. The one chosen was The Bride.
This photo here was taken on the same day (obviously) as The Bride. I took about 15 shots before realizing that (duh) I'd left my camera on manual focus... so all of the first shots I took were blurry. I just happened to really like this one, blur and all. I think it's haunting. Used one of elle's textures again, plus some brush work here and there.
"Afternoon" is the topic for today's Our Daily Challenge
We're fortunate to have a Barnes & Noble book store with a very nice coffee shop less than a mile from our home, and this is where my wife Sammy and I spend 2 or 3 hours every afternoon, reading to our hearts' content. Sammy has developed some probably permanent physical limitations that prevents us from being as active as we once were (and also, unfortunately, limits the amount of photography we can do), but both being avid readers, we have happily settled into this more sedentary routine.
ODT: "Staple."
Canon PowerShot S95
ISO 200
1/40 second
f3.5
It's true that every storm runs out of rain
Hope for the suffering, seemingly in endless pain.
Thunder claps and the clouds turn dark
But a shape looms on the horizon, and it isn't a shark.
A glowing ball of gas, more commonly known as the sun,
Rises up above the horizon and it's not just for fun.
It brings life, and warmth, chasing darkness bringing light
Putting an end to the storm and the dark of night.
Amazing redemption, saving grace, a fresh start
The best fact is these are only 24 hours apart.
Everyday beauty as good as you'll see,
To the creator, the one who pulls the sun up, be the glory.
ODC: THE EVERYDAY
Regresa a donde nos conocimos, todo fue tan extraño...
¿nos fuimos por el mal camino?
¿Nos lastimamos?
"Las verduras, las frutas, esperan la cosecha,
Pero la araña del cerco, no come sino violetas."
If you are going to sleep in a doorway, then a bakers is not the best choice. In order to be "baked fresh every day" bakers start work long before it gets light.
And for those not familiar with the "Pasty" here it is:
A pasty (/ˈpaesti/, Cornish: Hogen; Pasti), (sometimes known in the United States as a pastie or British pasty) is a baked pastry, a traditional variety of which is particularly associated with Cornwall, the westernmost county in England. It is made by placing uncooked filling typically of meat and vegetables, without meat in vegetarian versions, on a flat pastry circle and folding it to wrap the filling, crimping the edge to form a seal. After baking, the result is a raised semicircular comestible.
The traditional Cornish pasty, which has Protected Geographical Indication (PGI) status in Europe, is filled with beef, sliced or diced potato, swede (also known as a yellow turnip or rutabaga – referred to in Cornwall as turnip) and onion, seasoned with salt and pepper, and is baked. Today, the pasty is the food most associated with Cornwall, it is regarded as the national dish, and it accounts for 6% of the Cornish food economy. Pasties with many different fillings are made; some shops specialise in selling all sorts of pasties.
The origins of the pasty are unclear, though there are many references to them throughout historical documents and fiction. The pasty is now popular world-wide due to the spread of Cornish miners, and variations can be found in Australia, the United States, Mexico and elsewhere.
Despite the modern pasty's strong association with Cornwall, its exact origins are unclear. The term "pasty" is an English word borrowed from Medieval French (O.Fr. paste from V.Lat pasta) for a pie, filled with venison, salmon or other meat, vegetables or cheese, baked without a dish. Pasties have been mentioned in cookbooks throughout the ages; for example the earliest version of Le Viandier has been dated to around 1300 and contains several pasty recipes. In 1393, Le Menagier De Paris contains recipes for pasté with venison, veal, beef, or mutton.
Other early references to pasties include a 13th-century charter which was granted by Henry III (1207–1272) to the town of Great Yarmouth. The town is bound to send to the sheriffs of Norwich every year one hundred herrings, baked in twenty four pasties, which the sheriffs are to deliver to the lord of the manor of East Carlton who is then to convey them to the King. Around the same time, 13th century chronicler Matthew Paris wrote of the monks of St Albans Abbey "according to their custom, lived upon pasties of flesh-meat". A total of 5,500 venison pasties were served at the installation feast of George Neville, archbishop of York and chancellor of England in 1465.[9] They were even eaten by royalty, as a letter from a baker to Henry VIII's third wife, Jane Seymour (1508–1537) confirms: "...hope this pasty reaches you in better condition than the last one..." In his diaries written in the mid 17th century, Samuel Pepys makes several references to his consumption of pasties, for instance "dined at Sir W. Pen’s ... on a damned venison pasty, that stunk like a devil.", but after this period the use of the word outside Cornwall declined.
In contrast to its earlier place amongst the wealthy, during the 17th and 18th centuries the pasty became popular with working people in Cornwall, where tin miners and others adopted it due to its unique shape, forming a complete meal that could be carried easily and eaten without cutlery. In a mine the pasty's dense, folded pastry could stay warm for several hours, and if it did get cold it could easily be warmed on a shovel over a candle.
Side-crimped pasties gave rise to the suggestion that the miner might have eaten the pasty holding the thick edge of pastry, which was later discarded, thereby ensuring that his dirty fingers (possibly including traces of arsenic) did not touch food or his mouth. However many old photographs show that pasties were wrapped in bags made of paper or muslin and were eaten from end-to-end; according to the earliest Cornish recipe book, published in 1929, this is "the true Cornish way" to eat a pasty. Another theory suggests that pasties were marked at one end with an initial and then eaten from the other end so that if not finished in one go, they could easily be reclaimed by their owners.
In 2006, a researcher in Devon discovered a recipe for a pasty tucked inside an audit book and dated 1510, calculating the cost of the ingredients. This replaced the previous oldest recipe, dated 1746, held by the Cornwall Records Office in Truro, Cornwall. The dish at the time was cooked with venison, in this case from the Mount Edgcumbe estate, as the pasty was then considered a luxury meal. Alongside the ledger, which included the price of the pasty in Plymouth, Devon in 1509, the discovery sparked a controversy between the neighbouring counties of Devon and Cornwall as to the origin of the dish. However, the term pasty appears in much earlier written records from other parts of the country, as mentioned above.
Saw a garden of dandelions the other day, while I was on a sports shoot..
I could not shoot the players then.. i just kept shooting the dandelions, till I got tired.. ( and the sun went down )
They motivated me so much that I am going to post all what I learnt from them in a set.. :)
Every year we spend a week in Ponce Inlet, Florida. Every year we go by the lighthouse at Lighthouse Point Park. Every year I tell myself not to take any more shots of the lighthouse. No more, I have too many already and they all look the same from year to year and everybody takes pictures of the lighthouse. I told myself all this and as I passed by, that late afternoon light just grabbed me and pulled me in. So this is the 2010 version. One of them, anyway. I have several.
Next year, I am not going to photograph the lighthouse.
Every man dreams of a queen - attractive, sexy, luxurious. Today, here and now - a minimum of clothes and a maximum of luxury in one image of a gentle Queen. Let's welcome Angelinka.
She dressed in snow-white lingerie made of the finest lace and satin from Glitzz. She threw a fluffy snow-white boa from PrettyDeceased with playful tassels in the form of hearts over her shoulders. Her body is strewn with golden crowns from Secrets, and truly royal pearls and sapphires from AvaWay adorn her cute neck, ears and fingers. In her hand she holds a glass made of the finest glass from C.CHANTAL, filled with pink champagne.
Angelinka playfully touches the edge of the glass with her lips and waits for you to want to do the same. She smiles charmingly in response, because she is confident in her irresistibility.
“Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.” ―Ernest Hemingway
St Vedast alias Foster, Foster Lane, London
Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death. - Arthur Schopenhauer
Huddled at the east end of St Paul's cathedral, across the road to St Augustine Watling Street, St Vedast is one of my favourites of all the City of London churches, especially of the smaller ones. It is one of those City churches which has no real reason for existing - indeed, it nearly didn't. There are no resident parishioners, it has no particular splendour or historical significance. It is small enough to almost disappear behind the shopping temples of modern Cheapside. Perhaps that is why I love it so much.
St Vedast was a Bishop of Arras in Picardy whose cult was popular in the 13th Century. Probably, there were merchants from Flanders in this part of Cheapside who dedicated the church to him. His name was corrupted into English as St Forster or St Foster, and although the church is ordinarily dedicated to St Vedast these days thanks to the medieval enthusiasms of the Victorians, it still sits on Foster Lane.
The church is one of a jigsaw of little churches around St Paul's, their ingenious spires intended by Wren and Hawksmoor to emphasise the sheer bulk of the cathedral dome. In fact, St Vedast was almost not part of this puzzle. After the Great Fire, the energetic parish got to rebuilding its church against its old tower independently on the lines of the old one, and it wasn't until as late as 1695 that the Wren workshop came along, pulled it down and put up a new church, drawing the north aisle into a widened nave and leaving the south aisle towards Cheapside. The tower and steeple at the west end of the aisle was the final touch, erected about 1710 to Hawksmoor's design. As Pevsner says, it is the most baroque of all the City steeples. It was, however, the Wren church that came in at the cheapest price, which may be explained when you know that restoration work in the 1990s revealed much of the outer walls to be medieval in construction. Wren had reused the shell of the old church.
In 1919, St Vedast was one of 19 City churches selected for demolition by the Diocese of London's City of London Churches Committee. The plan was to sell off the land and use the money to build churches in the north-western suburbs. The church, measuring only 23 yards by 17 yards, would perhaps not have provided a fortune, especially as it was hoped that the tower would be kept.
Ewan Christian had reordered the interior quietly in the 1880s, leaving alone the 17th Century reredos and communion table, which everyone seems to have admired: the table supported by caryatid saints, the reredos an ordered but complicated array of Corinthian pilasters, flowers, fruit, mitres, flaming torches, putti musicanti, and a pelican in her piety over and around the four tables of the Creed, the Commandments and the Paternoster, wrote Wayland Young. There was a west gallery - Christian moved the organ out of it into the south side of the chancel - and a royal arms on the north wall. Margaret Tabor, writing in 1917, was struck by the large number of old monuments, none of them of very great interest.
This, then, was the church which was destroyed by incendiaries and high explosives on the night of Sunday 29th December 1940. The London Blitz had the two-fold effect of ridding the Diocese of more churches than it had originally planned to demolish, and also completely reducing the value of City land for a generation to come. When the dust settled, it was decided that St Vedast would after all be one of the churches to be repaired and restored - St Augustine Watling Street across the road would only be kept as a tower, to be worked into the replacement choir school. St Vedast was never a major City church, and perhaps the architect chosen for the job was secretly glad that he could get on without too much interference or noise from those keeping a beady eye on the likes of St Bride and St Mary le Bow.
He was Stephen Dykes Bower, the last of the unrepentant Gothicists. In his 1994 obituary in the Times, Stephen James described Dykes Bower as a devoted and determined champion of the Gothic Revival style through its most unpopular years. He rejected modernism and continued traditions from the late Victorian period, emphasising fine detail, craftsmanship and bright colour. It is also worth recalling what Pevsner had written about Dykes Bower's restoration of the great church of St Nicholas at Great Yarmouth in Norfolk, similarly destroyed in the Blitz: What an opportunity was lost! What thrilling things might have been done inside! A modern interior, airy, noble, of fine materials could have arisen to affirm the vitality of C20 church architecture inside the C13 walls. How defeatist does the imitation-Gothic interior appear, once this has been realized!
In the early 1960s, Dykes Bower reimagined St Vedast as a college chapel. The seating, with rests, faces inwards across a mosaic-tiled floor. All memorials, some of which came from churches of parishes subsumed into that of St Vedast, were relegated to the south aisle, which is screened off from the nave, access only possible at the eastern end. The glass is by Brian Thomas, who had worked successfully with Dykes Bower at Great Yarmouth and other places. Everything is of the highest quality. Not all the furnishings are to Dykes Bower's design. The 17th Century reredos from St Christopher le Stocks, which had been taken by Ernest Geldart to Great Burstead in Essex, was brought back to London and installed here.
Despite Dykes Bower's reactionary enthusiasm for the past, there is a Festival of Britain jollity to the interior - prayerful, yes, but also with that confidence of the post-war years. It is a thrilling interior, perfect for music-led worship, especially candle-lit on a winter evening. And Dykes Bower has been proved right, of course. His reinvented interiors here, and at Great Yarmouth, and especially at St Edmundsbury Cathedral are perfectly suited to quiet 21st Century Anglican worship.
(c) Simon Knott, December 2015
Every April, millions of Sikhs worldwide celebrate Vaisakhi, one of the most significant holidays in the Sikh calendar, commemorating the establishment of the Kalsa, by the 10th Sikh Guru, Guru Gobing Singh. Vaisakhi, also marks the beginning of the new year and the harvest time of the winter crops. In Greece, almost 20.000 Sikhs live all around the country. Barefoot religious guards leading the parade by holding swords in a symbolic action.
Every time the Wii Balance Board is on the floor, Briscoe makes a bee line for it. He'll even try to lay on it while we're trying to use it. He thinks it's his.
Every year is getting shorter. Never seem to find the time. Plans that either come to naught.
Or half a page of scribbled lines
Every summer someone gets cut off by the tide on this beach. This lucky lad managed to scramble over the last rocks just in time. The tide comes in very fast here.
Every bit of this lifelike parrot was created with paper fibers and glue by artist Yun Gee Bradley who is spotlighted on All Things Paper: www.allthingspaper.net/2020/07/yun-gee-bradley-hanji-art-...
Every time I drive down the B6045/B6055 between Owler Bar and The Fox House I want to stop and have a look around, but never do because I'm always on my way home, or on the way somewhere. Today though we were just driving around discussing where to go and this seemed as good a place as any.
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