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Sunrise Golden Gate - it is simply incredible to be there.
The light in California is beautiful - this is almost out of cam.
My travel compagnion - 24-70 L f/2.8. 24mm.
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..... Loraine and I chatted a bit but then we each went our separate ways.
I wished her all the luck with her upcoming test. I had a feeling she was gonna need it!
I remember the poisonous apple exam was one of the toughest ones.
I continued my journey and finally arrived at the city gates.
After their little encounter with me, the guards had tightened security.
Everybody was to turn out their pockets.
Damn! I would have to find another way into the city.
Well, just a minor setback.
However I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being followed .....
All Saints' Church tower and churchyard gate Castle Camps, Cambridgeshire.
Mamiya RB67 Pro S with Mamiya Sekor C 90mm f3.8, Ilford FP4 Plus, f22 at 1/15 sec, yellow filter.
As I arrived into the medieval old town of the capital of Lithuania, the sun had just set and the blue glow of twilight was mixing smoothly with the street lights and illuminated Our Lady of the Gate of Dawn, I checked directions to my Airbnb and thought to myself... 3G sucks in Vilnius #firstworldproblems #itraveltoomuch
Zafrir - Gate
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4yU-Jx5HIr4
Cosina AF 19-35mm F3.5-4.5
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Location : Barcelona
My new photo zine focused on the Philippines with photos from the past 20-ish years is available here: www.blurb.com/b/11570174-ikot
"Once upon a time I had an important job, I'm retired now (or rusting as we call it.) I've had my day. The wooly critters are long gone from here and the hill is quiet now. Occasionally I'll see the odd hillwalker go by but they barely notice me. In my heyday though they'd need my permission to continue. I've felt the strong bite of countless freezing winds over the years and at times struggled to keep my feet and stay in a job. All that doesn't matter now. I'm enjoying my rusting years, each flake that falls binds me to my hill.. my rusting place."
The India Gate is the national monument of India. Situated in the heart of New Delhi, it was designed by Sir Edwin Lutyens.
The monument is inspired by the Arc de Triomphe in Paris, which in turn is inspired by the Roman Arch of Titus. It was built in 1931. Originally known as the All India War Memorial, it is a prominent landmark in Delhi and commemorates the 90,000 soldiers of the British Indian Army who lost their lives in World War I and the Third Anglo-Afghan War. It is composed of red and pale sandstone and granite.
Originally, a statue of George V, Emperor of India stood under the now vacant canopy in front of the India Gate, but it was removed to Coronation Park together with a number of other British Raj-era statues. Following India's independence, the India Gate became the site of the Indian Army's Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, known as Amar Jawan Jyoti ("the flame of the immortal soldier").
Blessed is the one who listens to me, watching daily at my gates, waiting beside my doors
~Provers 8:34
Image taken @ "The Holy Land Experience"
Orlando, Florida, USA.
January 2nd, 2010
Nikon D5000
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The Marmalade - Reflections Of My Life
The Star Child
by Oscar Wilde
Once upon a time two poor Woodcutters were making their way home through a great pine-forest. It was winter, and a night of bitter cold. The snow lay thick upon the ground, and upon the branches of the trees: the frost kept snapping the little twigs on either side of them, as they passed: and when they came to the Mountain-Torrent she was hanging motionless in air, for the Ice-King had kissed her.
So cold was it that even the animals and the birds did not know what to make of it.
‘Ugh!’ snarled the Wolf, as he limped through the brushwood with his tail between his legs, ‘this is perfectly monstrous weather. Why doesn’t the Government look to it?’
‘Weet! weet! weet!’ twittered the green Linnets, ‘the old Earth is dead and they have laid her out in her white shroud.’
‘The Earth is going to be married, and this is her bridal dress,’ whispered the Turtle-doves to each other. Their little pink feet were quite frost-bitten, but they felt that it was their duty to take a romantic view of the situation.
‘Nonsense!’ growled the Wolf. ‘I tell you that it is all the fault of the Government, and if you don’t believe me I shall eat you.’ The Wolf had a thoroughly practical mind, and was never at a loss for a good argument.
‘Well, for my own part,’ said the Woodpecker, who was a born philosopher, ‘I don’t care an atomic theory for explanations. If a thing is so, it is so, and at present it is terribly cold.’
Terribly cold it certainly was. The little Squirrels, who lived inside the tall fir-tree, kept rubbing each other’s noses to keep themselves warm, and the Rabbits curled themselves up in their holes, and did not venture even to look out of doors. The only people who seemed to enjoy it were the great horned Owls. Their feathers were quite stiff with rime, but they did not mind, and they rolled their large yellow eyes, and called out to each other across the forest, ‘Tu-whit! Tu-whoo! Tu-whit! Tu-whoo! what delightful weather we are having!’
On and on went the two Woodcutters, blowing lustily upon their fingers, and stamping with their huge iron-shod boots upon the caked snow. Once they sank into a deep drift, and came out as white as millers are, when the stones are grinding; and once they slipped on the hard smooth ice where the marsh-water was frozen, and their faggots fell out of their bundles, and they had to pick them up and bind them together again; and once they thought that they had lost their way, and a great terror seized on them, for they knew that the Snow is cruel to those who sleep in her arms. But they put their trust in the good Saint Martin, who watches over all travellers, and retraced their steps, and went warily, and at last they reached the outskirts of the forest, and saw, far down in the valley beneath them, the lights of the village in which they dwelt.
So overjoyed were they at their deliverance that they laughed aloud, and the Earth seemed to them like a flower of silver, and the Moon like a flower of gold.
Yet, after that they had laughed they became sad, for they remembered their poverty, and one of them said to the other, ‘Why did we make merry, seeing that life is for the rich, and not for such as we are? Better that we had died of cold in the forest, or that some wild beast had fallen upon us and slain us.
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Textures with my gratitude and admiration to Lenabem: Texture -86 Thank you so much dear Anna!!
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Skeletalmess: We The People 8-3-09 TOTD # 30 Thanks a lot Jerry!
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Porte Auguste in Nimes France is one of two remaining gateways into what once was a walled city. The six kilometer ramparts that surrounded the city were built by Augustus some two thousand years ago. nimesfrance.ca/attractions/porte-auguste.html
Nîmes, a city in the Occitanie region of southern France, was an important outpost of the Roman Empire. It’s known for well-preserved Roman monuments such as the Arena of Nîmes, a double-tiered circa-70 A.D. amphitheater still in use for concerts and bullfights. Both the Pont du Gard tri-level aqueduct and the Maison Carrée white limestone Roman temple are around 2,000 years old.
Weather: 23°C, Wind SW at 8 km/h, 45% Humidity
Population: 150,672 (2015) INSEE
Area1: 161.85 km2 (62.49 sq mi)
The gate posts leading to the Sarasota, FL sculpture park have alcoves where purple Bougainvillia and other flowers bloom.
It's hard to believe that this was the main street in Old Nottingham ... a stagecoach route between London and Leeds (up North). I was struck by the colourful appearance of the central building on the street.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bridlesmith_Gate
Click on the image to see a larger view.
The India Gate is the national monument of India. Situated in the heart of New Delhi, it was designed by Sir Edwin Lutyens.
The monument is inspired by the Arc de Triomphe in Paris, which in turn is inspired by the Roman Arch of Titus. It was built in 1931. Originally known as the All India War Memorial, it is a prominent landmark in Delhi and commemorates the 90,000 soldiers of the British Indian Army who lost their lives in World War I and the Third Anglo-Afghan War. It is composed of red and pale sandstone and granite.
Originally, a statue of George V, Emperor of India stood under the now vacant canopy in front of the India Gate, but it was removed to Coronation Park together with a number of other British Raj-era statues. Following India's independence, the India Gate became the site of the Indian Army's Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, known as Amar Jawan Jyoti ("the flame of the immortal soldier").