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The terraces were dug following the natural curves of the landscape. The thickness of the walls stores heat during the day and diffuses it at night. Thanks to this method it has been possible to obtain a different microclimate as one goes down and gets closer to the centre. An average temperature difference of 5°C was observed, whereas the difference is only 0.5°C over comparable height differences at the same location. Due to its sheltered position, each of the terraces represents approximately one thousand metres of altitude under normal growing conditions.
As I already explained in my previous image of similar title, this is what is going on in this Northern Paradise. We passed by watching in horror and pushing the accelerator to the very bottom to get away from this madness as fast as possible. ... Call me selfish, call me a friggin individualist, but I will NEVER stand in a line experiencing such places in a melee ;)
Needless probably to add that their two minibuses were almost blocking a very narrow road while about 500 metres further there was a parking lot! Gosh I hate this new photographic vandalism!
Jasper was explaining to me how he uses Fourier Transforms to figure out the trajectory of his ball and understand the periodicity of the ball bouncing and blah, blah blah. He even wrote it all out on the whiteboard for me, but I'm still a little hazy on the whole thing. Its humbling to have such a smarty pants for a dog.
My father had been diagnosed with colon cancer about 13 months ago. He thought that he had a few months to live, but really wanted to take July off from chemotherapy and tried to fit in one too many chemo treatments. I was called by my mom to come home very early on Friday morning. The chemotherapy dropped my dad‘s white blood cell count very low and he had started to become infected with at least one bacterial infection. He was admitted to the ICU and I arrived early afternoon on Friday from Chicago to Rochester, New York. My mom and I spent three days in the ICU reading to him from Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy as well as playing his favorite songs and holding up old photos and describing them to him.He was not able to respond to us in any way, but every time we started talking to him, tears would roll down his eyes. As the last ditch effort. As the last stitch effort, we tried dialysis to keep him alive long enough for a white blood cell patch that he had used after the chemo treatment to get his white blood cell count up, which can take a while to work. However, this was not effective, and my dad would not have wanted to be put on full life support. My mom and I wrestled with what to do best to support his wishes and in the end, decided that it wasn’t going to be possible to keep him alive and for him to become conscious again or have a good quality of life. He died on Sunday night.
This experience has really made me very angry with our healthcare system. He never should’ve gotten that last chemo treatment, and although the doctor warned against it, the oncologist also did not explain to my dad how the risk of death was quite significant. My dad really really wanted to live even with all of the side effects he was going through. This is him with one of his cats, Frankenstein, a few years ago listening to music (taken by my mother, Valerie) Hopefully, they are now reunited in heaven.
If anybody does want to read the obituary for my dad, it can be found here;
harrisfuneralhome.com/tribute/details/5213/Crispin-Peters...
"How rude! That's not how you kill a vampire...", explained the vampire queen to her "food" before eating him.
Messed around with GIMP today.
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"Light explains nothing about meaning ... but is the basis of a lifetime's faith." (Robert Adams)
- Fátima, Portugal -
This is a photograph taken in woodland on an Autumn afternoon, using a simple Nikon D3100 set at f/18.0 at 1/8th exposure. You slowly move the camera vertically to achieve the blurred effect. A few Administrators, especially in smaller groups think this is CGI. How do we explain this to them, iPhones have a lot to answer for.
The sand dunes and sand beaches are amazing on the east side of the islands - - there is huge deposits of sand on these islands from the windblown sand of the Sahara dessert which has blown across from ocean and simply been deposited here. The local tour guides like to explain it as "we are filtering the air before we send it across to North America"
Mindello area tour on Cape Verde Islands, Cabo Verde Republic
The rocks of the Racetrack Playa are composed of dolomite and syenite, the same materials that make up the surrounding mountains. They tumble down due to the forces of erosion, coming to rest on the parched ground below. Once they reach the level surface of the playa, the rocks somehow move horizontally, leaving perfect tracks behind them to record their path.
Many of the largest rocks have left behind trails as long as 1,500 feet, suggesting that they've moved a long way from their original location. Rocks with a rough-bottomed surface leave straight tracks, while smooth-bottomed rocks tend to wander. The sailing stones have been observed and studied since the early 1900s.
In 2014, scientists were able to capture the movement of the stones for the first time using time-lapse photography. The results strongly suggest that the sailing stones are the result of a perfect balance of ice, water, and wind. In the winter of 2014, rain formed a small pond that froze overnight and thawed the next day, creating a vast sheet of ice that was reduced by midday to only a few millimeters thick. Driven by a light wind, this sheet broke up and accumulated behind the stones, slowly pushing them forward.
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Flit seeks advice from her Human... She's asking 'for a friend'.
He tries to explain human relations to the android as best he can without diagrams.
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He looks slightly sceptical here but in fact he seems to like snow and wasn't pleased when I urged him to return indoors. :)
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A Flock of Seagulls are an English new wave band formed in Liverpool in 1979. The group, whose best-known line-up comprised Mike Score, Ali Score, Frank Maudsley and Paul Reynolds, hit the peak of their chart success in the early 1980s.
In an Interview with the Worchester Magazine (2017), Mike Score explains where the band name comes from:
my favorite band was The Stranglers. One of their songs was called "Toiler on the Sea." We were at one of their concerts (The singer) yells out, "a flock of seagulls." We were in the front row. He looked like he looked right at us and called out, “a flock of seagulls.” We took it as a sign. Originally, we were called Level 7, but Level 42 has just put their album out. We knew we were going to have to change our name … Strangely enough, from that moment on, everybody noticed us. Everyone was like, 'Wow, what a strange name.' I think the name made people want to hear what we were about.[5]
I was explaining to a young man who was wondering that this was cotton and showed him a flower. He felt of it and I told him I was taking photos of the dew on it. His face went, oh no, but I laughed and said I thought I had the shot.
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the shot Explain what im in !! =\
so Unfortunately ...
I'll STOP SHOTING + MAKING SOME WORKSHOPS
why!?
good quistion =D
cuz in fact i'll be a Doctor enshalla but that's not a really a big reason =\
actully i don't have much ideas for shooting =\
and i have a lot of works to do !!
so guys give me a while a break and enshalla
i'll came soon with a new crazy shots and ideas too ;D
t,c all :D
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Tomorrow it's the turn of another guy.
Jardin Charles-Trenet on Rue Brillat-Savarin, Maison Blanche (13e)
Paris, France 31.05.2022
Der Welterklärer
Morgen ist ein anderer dran.
Jardin Charles-Trenet an der Rue Brillat-Savarin, Maison Blanche (13e)
Paris, Frankreich 31.05.2022
I should perhaps explain "Peedie" Peedie is a traditional Orkney word meaning small and in this particular setting it obviously means "Small Sea" so it would be fair to ask how this come to be?
The reason is the sea in Kirkwall originally went all the way up to the steps of St.Magnus Cathedral and over the centuries the sea was reclaimed by the people of Kirkwall leaving only a very small Sea which would have been created by the Geological feature of an 'AYRE' which is a bar of shingle or stones forming on a narrow spit of land from the shore.
Recent Archaeological excavations very nearby to the Cathedral unearthed old piers possibly used in the building of the Cathedral.
Kirkwall's name comes from the Norse 'Kirkjuvagr', meaning 'Church on the bay'
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Back to Conisbrough station on the outskirts of Doncaster and at 6.00pm everything was going well. The same group as last week plus one other were all set up enjoying a friendly chat. Then two people turned up one with a dog and you guessed it. I'll spare you the details simply not worth my time and effort explaining what went on thereafter. So back home and a thirty minute work on the left hand side to remove the offenders. So don't look to close to that side and the vignette filter helped to soften the work on that side. Apart from that and an angry bus driver on the way home again not worth the time and effort but he should be ashamed of his actions and if I was a passenger on board I would be asking to get off, it was an enjoyable evening...lol.
Wednesday 10th December 2025 Vintage Trains The Christmas White Rose A1 class 4-6-2 No 60163 Tornado at Conisbrough.
El Capitan is a vertical rock formation in Yosemite National Park, on the north side of Yosemite Valley, near its western end. The granite monolith is about 3,000 feet from base to summit along its tallest face and is a world-famous location for big wall climbing, including the disciplines of aid climbing, free climbing, and more recently for free solo climbing.
The formation was named "El Capitan" by the Mariposa Battalion when they explored the valley in 1851. El Capitán ("the captain", "the chief") was taken to be a loose Spanish translation of the local Native American name for the cliff, “Tutokanula” or "Rock Chief" (the exact spelling of Tutokanula varies in different accounts as it is a phonetic transcription from the Miwok language).
The "Rock Chief" etymology is based on the written account of Mariposa Battalion doctor Lafayette Bunnell in his 1892 book.[5] Bunnell reports that Ahwahneechee Chief Tenaya explained to him, forty-one years earlier, in 1851, that the massive formation, called Tutokanula, could be translated as "Rock Chief" because the face of the cliff looks like a giant rock Chief. In Bunnell's account, however, he notes that this translation may be wrong, stating: “I am not etymologist enough to understand just how the word has been constructed… [If] I am found in error, I shall be most willing to acknowledge it, for few things appear more uncertain, or more difficult to obtain, than a complete understanding of the soul of an Indian language.”
An alternative etymology is that "Tutokanula" is Miwok for “Inchworm Rock”. Julia F. Parker, the preeminent Coast Miwok-Kashaya Pomo basket-weaver and Yosemite Museum cultural ambassador since 1960, explains that the name Tutokanula, or “Inchworm Rock”, originates in the Miwok creation story for the giant rock, a legend in which two bear cubs are improbably rescued by a humble inchworm. In the story, a mother bear and her two cubs are walking along the river. The mother forages for seeds and berries while the two cubs nap in the sun on a flat rock. While the cubs sleep, the rock grows and grows, above the trees and into the sky. The mother bear is unable to climb the rock to get to her cubs and she becomes afraid and asks for help. The fox, the mouse, the mountain lion, and every other animal tries to climb to the top of the giant rock but they each fail. Finally, the lowly little inchworm tries the climb and successfully makes it all the way to the top and rescues the cubs. All the animals are happy to see that the little inchworm has saved the two bear cubs and the rock is named in the inchworm's honor.
The “Inchworm Rock” version of the meaning of Tutokanula is also described in the story "Two Bear Cubs: A Miwok Legend from California's Yosemite Valley" by Robert D. San Souci and in the First People Miwok recounting of the El Cap legend.
The top of El Capitan can be reached by hiking out of Yosemite Valley on the trail next to Yosemite Falls, then proceeding west. For climbers, the challenge is to climb up the sheer granite face. There are many named climbing routes, all of them arduous, including Iron Hawk and Sea of Dreams.
Because there's no explaining
what your imagination can make you see and feel.
Because what matters most
Is the feeling you get when you're hypnotized
Hypnotized by Fleedwood Mac
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Secret #24
Sometimes, I wonder how I got to be where I'm at now.
I'm a fairly humble guy, and i often sit back and wonder why me?
Ever since Jr. High, I was never really a good test taker, and that lived through to the SAT's....i took them twice and combined, only scored an 890. It is what it is, i put forth an effort both times and I just couldn't make it.
I applied to one school..California University of Pennsylvania, its part of the State School System in PA, now, I'm not sure if they just let anyone in, or if they were looking for more of a demographic from Central part of the state (its kinda like the 13th grade of Pittsburgh)
To be honest I'm not sure why I got in. But what came of it, is what makes me glad that i was accepted.
Towards the end of my freshman year, my one professor approached me. now earlier on in the day i was dickin around in class w/ a friend so i thought well i deserve whats about to come to me...i walk into his office and he asked me to be his lab assistant...Little did i know, that this professor was about to become one of my best friends. Thats when i knew i was in the right spot....when he announced who his labby was going to be almost all the professors responded with a "Who? Why? Really?"
...well little did they know but, I caught wind of this, and i was now not only out to impress myself....i wanted to prove these professors wrong, and make a somebody out of myself. From that moment on I changed i could tell, I was given an opportunity, and I knew it would take hard work.
All went well, and then as part of my Labby duties I attended the Advisory Board meeting, cause we were going through accreditation. There I met an industry leader, someone i've only dreamed of talking to, some one we talked about in Class..it was crazy i'm sitting next to this person and i some how got the courage to ask him a few questions...i was intrigued by this cutting edge technology he helped build...he was very polite, and before i knew it we were setting up a position for me at the company he worked for as an intern
...now previously i jokingly talked up this company like "Yeah I want to work there someday"
....well that day was now, i started immediately that summer and have been there since...(2 summers now)...
I've made a name for myself... and thats something i can be proud of.
now i'm starting my last semester, I'm graduating a semester early, and my journey is ending, and ...all the professors are sad to see me leave.
That was like 4-6 secrets in itself, i hope you all took the time to read this, i apologize for its length.
I've explained about a 'traditional' hay harvest under my previous photos of this harvest in the Black Forest in June 2023.
Long ago, I helped stacking bales on carts that were loaded much higher - up to six layers of bales. The bales had to be lifted high up by men using pitchforks. They had to stretch their arms in the air to be able to hand them to me (and others) standing on the cart. You had to be quite strong to do that!
Lovely memories ...
Second picture of the series Hat Stone.
(Yes, believe it or not it is the same place, but from a different point of view towards the East and the great stone to the backlight. As explained in the previous picture, the place is very difficult to control light)
Dawn on the El Sombrerico Beach, several minutes before sunrise.
The name of this amazing beach is due to the huge rock shaped like a magician's hat that juts into the sea.
There are not many photographs of the area, may be because access to this beach is a little difficult, so after driving about 20 minutes fully night by a bad gravel road, you reach this cove by small cliffs headlamp in my head.
For this shot, I was lucky clouds drew lines in the sky and I could compose from that angle.
Moon also appears to the center-right of the frame due to missing several minutes for the sun to make his way out on the horizon.
To reach this picture in one unique Raw, I combined a four steps neutral filter and black card technique.
I hope you like it. Have a nice Tuesday. :)
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This explains why I have so many wild asters in my garden, these seeds all waiting to take off in the right wind
I know I know, we're all busy........it's hard to explain but I don't stop thinking about using my camera.....It just happens to be a while since I have.
Anyway, this was a rare night out down at the good old favourite Apostles. It was a classic night really. I got there early as usual and watched. I watched the sunset with the throng...it was pretty nice, I watched the throng watch the sunset...I kinda like that too...bit of a people watcher...I watched the penguins arrive, check out the beach and return to the safety of the water to wait a little longer to charge the beach later on with the safety of numbers, I watched the throng watch the sunset again and miss the penguins completely. I watched the sea mist roll in. I watched the sun disappear, and for a while thereafter the throng too...if not a little tooo slowly. Then I watched the Moon rise right on cue.
Finally alone.....or so I thought.
First came the Crickets. I actually felt them before I saw them. I felt them smack me in the head, arms legs....everywhere. It was a classic warm late summer night so a hatch is not unusual but I can't remember seeing this many crickets there before.
I took four shots this night, this was the third, but it was while waiting for the first one to do its business, I think it was about a 15-20 minute exposure I realised it wasn't just me n the crickets. At first I thought it was a Bandicoot as I've seen one before in just the same spot too but no it was a Fox. It was so close to me that I actually got a bit of a fright.....it didn't. It strolled passed me within arms length with not much more than a glance, along the board walk and up the small stair case to where the night lights were illuminating the path back to the carpark. Of course the light was attracting the crickets in huge numbers and the Fox proceeded to feast.
I followed it up and took a seat on a small stone wall and watched again. It was pretty fucken awesome. Its coat was perfect, its tail bushy. At one stage it nearly stepped on my shoe as it skitted back and forth crunching down the crickets.
I couldn't help but think how menacingly cool it looked but at the same time how effective, adaptable and destructive it was and how it didn't really belong there in that beautiful place.
Bit like me I guess.
Bronica S2a, Kodak Porta 800 (first time I've used this film at night), exposure about 20 minutes under a pretty full moon, f8 I think.
As I explained in the description to my "Suburban Dreams" slideshow, each of these photographs are related to the other. www.flickr.com/photos/luminosity7/52638166831/in/datepost...
They are not random shots, but each tells us one more thing about the nature of a typical modern working class suburb. I always work in series, but this collection was most definitely planned. The twilight setting and light is all part of the creation of a mood. Is it possible to find things of beauty in the midst of the mundane and ordinary? That's more about philosophy than photography. And why I am such an odd fit for Flickr.
Conservatoire National Supérieur de Musique et de Danse de Paris. Architect : Christian de Portzamparc
209, avenue Jean-Jaurès 75019 Paris
I lived opposite this remarkable building for 6 years since 2007. Stupidly, it did not cross my mind to visit it and I only rarely photographed some of its outside views. The building boasts 34000 m2 (of which 15400 m2 are actually useable). Although "remarkable" (namely by its sheer size), I cannot pretend that I like it and this probably explains my lack of interest for it over these years. On the few occasions that it attracted me to photograph it, it was due to its interesting shadows and reflections of its white walls on the wet ground below.
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