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Portikus is an exhibition hall for contemporary art in Frankfurt am Main. Its name derives from the surviving portico of the Stadtbibliothek (public library) from 1825 that was destroyed during World War II. In 1987, the vestige of this classical building once again fulfilled its architectural function as a facade when the Frankfurt-based architects Marie-Theres Deutsch and Klaus Dreißigacker built a simple but precise white cube: the Portikus gallery. As well as presenting current work from internationally renowned artists, Portikus showcases important young perspectives from around the world.
(http://www.portikus.de/Building.html)
España - Murcia - Real Casino - Salón de Baile
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ENGLISH:
The Royal Casino of Murcia is one of the most emblematic buildings of the city of the same name, capital of the Region of Murcia (Spain). It is located in the center of it, on Calle Trapería, not far from the cathedral. The building, whose construction began in 1853, is a mixture of different artistic currents that coexisted in the second half of the 19th century and the beginning of the 20th century in Spain and was declared a national historical-artistic monument in 1983, which is why it is currently considered an Asset of Cultural Interest, with the category of "monument".
The building is the headquarters of the institution of the same name, which functions as a private club. It is open to tourist visits and other events, it is the most visited civil building in the Region of Murcia and, counting only organized groups, an average of 150,000 people visit it annually, of which 25,000 are foreigners.
The building has been extensively restored between 2006 and 2009. On the occasion of the completion of the restoration works, King Juan Carlos I of Spain granted the Casino de Murcia the title of "Royal".
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ESPAÑOL:
El Real Casino de Murcia es uno de los edificios más emblemáticos de la ciudad del mismo nombre, capital de la Región de Murcia (España). Se encuentra en el centro de la misma, en la calle Trapería, no lejos de la catedral. El edificio, cuya construcción comenzó en 1853, es una mezcla de distintas corrientes artísticas que coexistieron en la segunda mitad del siglo xix y principios del siglo xx en España y fue declarado monumento histórico-artístico nacional en 1983, por lo que en la actualidad está considerado Bien de Interés Cultural, con la categoría de «monumento».
El edificio es la sede de la institución del mismo nombre, que funciona como un club privado. Abierto a visitas turísticas y otros eventos, es el edificio civil más visitado de la Región de Murcia y, contando solamente los grupos organizados, lo visitan anualmente un promedio de 150 000 personas, de las que 25 000 son extranjeras.
El edificio ha sido profundamente restaurado entre los años 2006 y 2009. Con motivo de la finalización de las obras de restauración, el rey Juan Carlos I de España concedió al Casino de Murcia el título de Real.
San Pietro a Majella was built in the early 14th century and was named for and dedicated to Pietro Angeleri da Morone, a hermit monk from Maiella (near Sulmona) who became Pope Celestine V in 1294. He was the founder of the Celestine monastic order, which occupied the church until 1799, when monasteries were suppressed by the Neapolitan Republic. After the restoration of the monarchy, the monastery was reopened, but in 1826 was converted to house the San Pietro a Maiella Conservatory, a function it preserves. The church underwent restoration in the 1930s and remains an open and active house of worship.
As was the case with much Angevin architecture in Naples, San Pietro a Majella underwent a Baroque make-over by the Spanish in the 17th century, but 20th-century restoration attempted to "undo" that and to restore the building to its original Gothic appearance. (Wikipedia)
Bailey Longcloth enters the med den heading for Ioh's bed. She check brain function and vitals all seeming to be unchanged from the morning. "Bro, you've got a lot of people worried about you." she'd stare down at her brother watching him appearing to be asleep
Bianca Bender comes up the stairs she'd see Ravi but heads straight into the Med Den, knowing Elise is following.
Ravenne Karu glances over and mewls to the two.
Bianca Bender blinks stopping inside the door...going forward..."Dazy...." sound suncertain...something..the build...the scent under the pink dye..isn't right...
Elise Capalini follows Bianca into the med den. That pink isn't right...and neither is that scent... "What the fuck is going on?" she growls.
Bailey Longcloth turns hearing her name, "O hai" she'd smile to both Bianca and Elise . She shrugs, "What do you mean? I know I haven't been around much but.."
Bianca Bender seconds Elise's growl...her's more confused..but relief as well...."Bails!" frowns when she says that...and looks at Elise....and back to Bails..."Cut it out...what the hell's going on..."
Bailey Longcloth rolls her eyes, "Not you too Bianca, I'm Dazy, -not- Bails"
Elise Capalini only stares, feeling like she's in a nightmare.
Bianca Bender would take a few steps forward...and reaches out fingering the very identafiable necklace around your neck unless you step back...she'd look up either way...gritting between her teeth..."Try...Again."
Bailey Longcloth steps back a bit before Bianca can grab the collar, "Yeah, it's Bails' I sent her home. She'd left it here when she woke up. I fixed the clasp and put it on so I didn't lose it" she'd shake her head at the stitcher, everyone had to be delusional
Bailey Longcloth stares back at Bianca, "Fine I'll do it but I checked him this morning and he's fine" she'd go over to the sink washing her hands before putting on gloves. She'd take a syringe out of the cabinet before turning to the med cabinet. She'd take her key out and unlock it taking the anticoagulant down, measuring the dosage and turning back to inject it into Ioh's IV
Elise Capalini shoves her PDA away, watching the Dazy-Bails with the drugs. Did Bianca trust her to actually do that? Shit....shit...shit. "Bianca, i want her strapped to the other bed. This isn't--right."
Ravenne Karu steps just inside still holding her PDA. She opens her mouth, then closes it, waiting for a moment.
Elise Capalini snarls as the doors open, but quiets when she sees Ravi. "Ravi--do you have intel on Dazy?"
Bianca Bender frowns...watching Bails follow her orders...and would stride forward reaching for Bails hand before she can inject the drugs into the IV, "Damn you...." pulls the hand back...."You should know that's to much..you'll turn his blood into water..." mrowls and looks over at Elise but nods, "See if you can find the other restraints in the work room." seeing as Ioh is already strapped down..why not make it a family affair.
Bailey Longcloth hears her name, "I'm standing right here!" she'd growl at no one believing she was who she said she was
Ravenne Karu shakes her head and murmurs quietly "No.. I was wonderinf if there was anything I could do... though.." she steps in closer and whispers to Elise, glancing over to the pink haired one.
Eamon Cale turns toward the warm feathered weight on his shoulder, and murmurs soft Gaelic to her. Lenore murrs and nibbles at his wild black hair, then she spreads her wings and launches into the gloom, winging her swift way to the top of the building before him, to wait. The priest watches her go, then he raps on the med den doors with the head of his cane.
Bailey Longcloth growls hearing the mention of restraints as Bianca grabs the syringe, "You are -not- restraining me! You know..." she'd begin to tense as if she was gonna run right past them all
Elise Capalini moves toward the work room, talking to Ravi as she goes. "You're a ghost--what's the first step? We gather intel. Dazy's last known location...search in and around the den for any evidence--is this tied to the bombings or is this something else?" She roots through lockers and finds restraints, her eye narrowing.
Bianca Bender would make a quick decision...she'd let the syring fall and would make a grab for Bails arm twisting it up and into her back..."No you don't." she'd felt the girls need to sprint.
Bailey Longcloth growls and tries to pull away from Bianca, "You can't... you wouldn't do this to me" she'd twist her head to look at Bianca, the fear and terror in her eyes plainly obvious
Ravenne Karu turns suddenly as there's a rap on the door. She steps forward to open it, then hears a commotion behind, turning back before she saw who was on the other side, having unlocked the door but not opened it quite yet. "Right. Was thinking on that."
Bianca Bender murrs and bites her lip hard...but keeps the pressure on Bails arm..."It's for your own good kitteh...don't want you out running around...with someone else brain in your head...or what ever the fuck is going on...." she'd look towards the door at the rap but keeps a tight hold on Bails, adding an arm wrapped around the front of her shoulders and pulling Bails back against her chest...."Don't fight...you'll end up dislocating..or having me break your arm...and we really don't want that now do we..." looks frantic as she sees Eamon coming through the door.
Eamon Cale hears the click of the lock, but no one opens the door. One dark brow arches slightly, and a bit more when he hears the sounds of a commotion on the other side. He shifts his cane beneath his arm and opens the door, and slowly steps inside... only to find himself faced with a psychedelic Bails. "What in the name o' the Mother o' God...?"
Elise Capalini comes back into the other room, still snarling, restraints held in one hand. "Dazy," she says to the cat who is obviously not Dazy, "this is for your own safety--we don't wnat you to hurt yourself...or Ioh...or anyone in here." She looks at Eamon and blinks. "Welcome to the mad house, love."
Clockmaker Hugo Stanley established his clockmaker's shop in Lahti, Finland, in 1924. Besides keeping the shop he started to make electronic clocks and when 10 years were passed he came to establish a clock factory. Stanley's clock factory mainly
made electric functioning central clock systems to rail stations, schools and factories. The clock factory also made clocks to use outdoors and different "accurate" devices.
Information from late Timo Tuomivaara: "During the last years of WW2 the Finnish army asked Hugo Stanley to make new
handcuffs very fast, because there weren't any handcuffs available to the market. His son has told that he and his father packed about 1 000 handcuffs to small, green boxes and the boxes were sent to the frontier to the military police and officers."
The lock system was made for working with the same key as the Finnish Konepaja Voima handcuffs since they also were in use on the field. The Hugo Stanley's factory employed about 10 people and was equipped with very up to date machinery. After Hugo Stanley died in 1956 his sons Arent and Oswald Stanley continued the clock factory until 1972 when they went out of
business.
The Hugo Stanley handcuffs are high precision piece of work, what else could you expect from a clock maker?
"The Zwinger is a palatial complex with gardens in Dresden, Germany. Designed by architect Matthäus Daniel Pöppelmann, it is one of the most important buildings of the Baroque period in Germany. Along with the Frauenkirche, the Zwinger is the most famous architectural monument of Dresden.
The name "Zwinger" goes back to the name used in the Middle Ages for a fortress part between the outer and inner fortress walls, even though the Zwinger no longer had a function corresponding to the name at the start of construction.
The Zwinger was built in 1709 as an orangery and garden as well as a representative festival area. Its richly decorated pavilions and the galleries lined with balustrades, figures and vases testify to the splendour during the reign of Augustus the Strong, Elector of Saxony and elected King of Poland." (Wikipedia)
Unfortunately the courtyard was a big building site with loads of machines and building materials lying around. So taking pictures was a bit tricky. And of course it started snowing....
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"Der Zwinger ist ein Gebäudekomplex mit Gartenanlagen in Dresden. Das unter der Leitung des Architekten Matthäus Daniel Pöppelmann und des Bildhauers Balthasar Permoser errichtete Gesamtkunstwerk aus Architektur, Plastik und Malerei gehört zu den bedeutenden Bauwerken des Barocks und ist neben der Frauenkirche das bekannteste Baudenkmal Dresdens. Sein Name Zwinger geht auf die im Mittelalter übliche Bezeichnung für einen Festungsteil zwischen der äußeren und inneren Festungsmauer zurück, obschon der Zwinger bereits bei Baubeginn keine dem Namen entsprechende Funktion mehr erfüllte.
Der Zwinger entstand ab 1709 als Orangerie und Garten sowie als repräsentatives Festareal. Seine reich verzierten Pavillons und die von Balustraden, Figuren und Vasen gesäumten Galerien zeugen von der Prachtentfaltung während der Regentschaft des Kurfürsten Friedrich August I. (auch „August der Starke“ genannt) und seines dadurch ausgedrückten Machtanspruchs." (Wikipedia)
Leider war der Innenhof ein einziges großes Baustofflager/eine Baustelle, was das Fotografieren ein wenig erschwert hat.
Und natürlich fing es an zu schneien....
A dial on Rotel RX-303, a vintage receiver/amplifier.
Shot for Macro Mondays circles theme.
I realize i shot a different detail of this device for the last theme but I cant help myself. I love old tech and this one in particular. We have shared tunes together for 40 years.
" Form follows function; that has been misunderstood. Form and function should be one, joined in a spiritual union.”
―Frank Lloyd Wright.
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NO GIFS AND ANIMATED ICONS, PLEASE!
hey, ernie, what's up?
I was just thinking: isn't it odd how when you study something the thing changes?
yeah, the observer effect. like Trump winning.
no man, that's worse. it's quantum weirdness.
yeah, much worse.
you said it.
I keep uploading pictures from this day but I just wanted to let everyone know, I am quite sick of functioned branches as my name. I never really liked it, but I just never wanted to change it because I was known by the retched name... so I have finally decided to change it to my real name Leigh Ellexson.
great cars show creativity in every detail and bring beauty to every needed item...
image copyright SB ImageWorks
Taken from about halfway up the climb from the Beulé Gate to the Propylaia. The Propylaia were the monumental entrance gates to the Acropolis. Their ceremonial function was to divide secular from sacred. Like the Parthenon, they were part of Classical Greece's building spree in the 5th c BCE. And, like the Parthenon, they were used as a powder magazine by the Ottomans and were blown to ruination by a hit by a Venetian mortar shell in 1687.
I believe this would all have been a grand staircase by late antiquity, but it was extensively modified by Frankish and Ottoman fortifications closing off the entrance, which have now been deconstructed. At right is the Temple of Athena Nike. The pedestal at left, built in 178 BCE, held a bronze of a quadriga being driven by Eumenes II, king of Pergamon (or possibly his brother, Attalus II) -- nominally honoring his victory in a chariot race at the Panathenic Games, but really because they had funded the construction of two stoas -- one on the flanks of the Acropolis and the other in the agora. That statue was replaced around 27 BCE with one honoring Agrippa, who had funded reconstruction of the Odeon of Athens.
I don't know if it's a thing anywhere else, but here in Japan the "Christmas boot" serves the function of the Christmas stocking found elsewhere
Toronto's First Post Office (or Fourth York Post Office) is an 1834 post office in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. It is the oldest purpose-built and the only surviving example, of a post office that functioned as a department of the British Royal Mail in Canada. After its use as a post office, it was part of a Roman Catholic boys' school and later a cold storage building. Located at 260 Adelaide Street East, the building now houses a museum and a full-service post office, run by the Town of York Historical Society
That's how i feel often. I don't function in large groups. Can't make small talk on party's or meetings. Don't have friends, (in real live). I only let family come close to me.
It's been nearly ten years since i last visited this garden, so a visit was well overdue. It comprises different gardens, so lots to see. This is the Italian garden....the villa is available to hire for weddings and private functions.
Another snapshot taken with the ‘pano’ function on my iPhone. This is the old port of Saint-Goustan in the medieval town of Auray in Brittany.
My father did not major in nonsense on our farm. As I grew up, he only bought two cars during my 18 years at home. As a young teenager, I wanted him to buy a flashy car so I could use it for girl transportation but ever the level-headed one, my dad bought an used sedate 1950 Buick. Whenever I expressed disappointment when I needed it, he would point me in the direction of an old pickup that he used every day and suggested that as an alternative. I learned in my only Art & Architecture course in college that he was into function not form.
- Porsche 911 GT3 RS -
Don't tell my boss but skipped work the other day to snag this silver RS! @zainsyedphoto
Never one for its looks, the Fairey Gannet AEW.3 served for 18yrs with 849Sqn of the Royal Navy's Fleet Air Arm, from 1960 until 1978,
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Taken with the ASI294MC camera, 150mm refractor and Optolong L-Pro filter. Image consist of 180 x 60 second exposures stacked and calibrated on the fly using the Live Satck function in SharpCap Pro software.
Taken from Bortle 7 skies and 77 % illuminated moon.
successful solo slut walks through the tenderloin with wardrobe & camera malfunctions to boot
(b sides)
So here's this giant enemy crab...
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If you know me from BZPower, you might remember this as a WIP from seven bloody years ago. I'm slow.
First place winner of BZPower's BBC Contest 73.
I was digging through the archives and stumbled upon this shot from one of the first photo shoots I ever did. The composition could of been better but the editing techniques used are of recent.
What do you guys think? Comments and Criticism are welcome.
This gentleman trying to blend in with the surroundings. On the ferry to Fogo Island, Newfoundland Canada.
Otto-Knapp’s distinctive pictorial language conveys a sense of scale and movement in her luminous greyscale depictions of bodies in flux and repose. Here, silhouettes stretch, tumble and crawl, their tightly knit bodies recalling the all-women ensembles of avant-garde choreographers Martha Graham and Yvonne Rainer. The figures’ synchronized postures suggest a warmup for a dance performance or exercise. Contrasting visual effects – surface and depth, figure and ground, darkness and light – allow the two dimensional painting to function as a stage for kinetic activation.