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The view from our table at Restaurant Agnanti.
The view encompassed all the way from Glossa to the water at Loutraki. On the extreme right a tiny glimpse of Skiathos, whereas across the Aegean the island of Evia.
Hand held 3 x 3 shot HDR 2EV apart, stitched to a panorama.
Thank you for your views, faves, and comments.
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From the Sporades series. The village of Glossa, Skopelos island.
Indeed, once you arrive in town after you hike up from the port of Loutraki below, your tongue might be hanging out, this is just one of the theories about the origin of the name of the village. Interesting read skopelos.com/glossa-village-of-skopelos-the-high-village/
Famagusta / Northern Cyprus
The sad story of Varosha:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Varosha,_Famagusta
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Tu ramii la toate rece,
De te-ndeamna, de te cheama;
Ce e val, ca valul trece,
Nu spera si nu ai teama;
Te intreaba si socoate
Ce e rau si ce e bine;
Toate-s vechi si noua toate:
Vreme trece, vreme vine.
Mihai Eminescu
Goast town Varosha / Famagusta / Northern Cyprus
The sad story of Varosha:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Varosha,_Famagusta
Please have a look at my albums:
A male bumblebee - male bees have longer antennae, with an extra segment, no pollen "basket" on their rear legs, and often larger eyes than females. It may look like he's drinking from the flower, but if you zoom in you'll see he's actually using the claws on his front leg to groom the end of the tongue (glossa), which has tiny hairs for soaking up nectar.
Goast town Varosha / Famagusta / Northern Cyprus
The sad story of Varosha:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Varosha,_Famagusta
Please have a look at my albums:
This is a color photograph of the waterfront of Loutraki port —in proximity to the picturesque village called Glossa, Greece— during sunset. Skopelos Island is defined by lush vegetation, making it an emerald amidst a sapphire sea—Aegean Sea. The dying sun paints the cloud-laden skies with colours imbued with magnificence. The slopes are covered by pine trees.
Amegilla bombiformis
Family: Apidae
Order: Hymenoptera
There are 8 members of the subgenus Asaropoda and they are all fairly similar in appearance. The most likely is Amegilla bombiformis - the Teddy Bear Bee which is the only one that is known to be present on the New South Wales south coast.
In this photograph, the bee is feeding on Silk Pod Vine, Parsonsia straminae.
Note the long glossa (tongue) which is a characteristic of the Apidae family.
Like many other Amegilla species, A. bombiformis nests in the ground and each female constructs her own nest by digging a burrow. They prefer loose, sandy, or well-drained soil but can sometimes be found nesting in clay soils.
The burrow consists of a central tunnel with individual brood cells extending outward.
Each brood cell is provisioned with a mixture of nectar and pollen, which serves as food for the developing larvae.
The female lays a single egg in each cell before sealing it off.
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The sun sets behind a tree on Palaeókastro hill near Loutraki, Skopelos Isl., Greece. An ancient city’s citadel was erected there in Ⅴ–Ⅳ century BC. The city’s original name remains unknown, but its Roman name was Selin(o)us. The whole island was known as Pepárēthus.
The poem lines may accompany the pictorial mood of the photograph:
“The broken sunset declined and was gone
and it seemed a delusion to ask for the gifts of the sky.”
—George Seferis (Erotikos Logos, transl. by Edm. Keeley)
IN ENGLISH BELOW THE LINE
Fotografia feta amb la Hasselblad 500C/M, fabricada el 1979; Ilford Delta 400.
La masia de Can Santjoan, al nord d'Esparreguera, sobre el Camí Ral vers Collbató. Probablement part de les meves arrels familiars provenen d'aquí.
Ja fa molts anys que sabia que les meves arrels per part paterna venien d’Esparreguera, però fa poc varem descobrir un article d’un mitjà local d’aquesta vila del Baix Llobregat on es glossa la vida d’un cosí segón del meu pare. És una historia fascinant, ja que l’home, mort el 1972 va tenir una vida realment moguda, treballant en mil coses diferents, patint per la seva vida durant la guerra civil per part dels anarquistes, però alhora acabant a La Model durant la postguerra com a “desafecto al regimen”.
Entre altres detalls, n’hi ha un de força interessant per a mí, ja que menciona que el seu avi provenia de Can Santjoan, al nord d’Esparreguera, masia que encara existeix. Es molt probable que el seu avi en aquest cas fos també besavi del meu pare, i re-revesavi meu. Per tant, tot i que no ho puc confirmar, tinc part de les arrels en aquesta masia.
El més curiós es que aquest parent menciona una historia familiar del seu revesavi en aquesta masia durant les guerres napoleòniques. Recordeu que El Bruc es troba a pocs quilometres d’aquí, pel que la presencia de soldats francesos per la zona és segura. Esparreguera mateixa fou completament saquejada per la divisió del general Chabran. Doncs deia la memoria familiar que uns soldats saquejaren el mas, i molt en concret les botes de ví, que punxaren amb les baionetes per a emborratxar-se. Doncs bé, el (meu?) avantpassat ho va veure tot amagat en una barraca de la vinya propera a la casa i, quan el darrer soldat marxava ja, probablement prou begut, apunta amb l’escopeta per un forat de la barraca i, bon caçador com era, el matà d’un tret. Posteriorment va enterrar el cos en un marge i segons el cosí del meu pare, el seu avi bé hi trobà anys després un cadaver i fins i tot un sable.
ca.wikipedia.org/wiki/Can_Santjoan
invarquit.cultura.gencat.cat/card/18498
esparreguera.cat/ciutat/coneix-esparreguera/historia/
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Picture taken with a Hasselblad 500C/M, made in 1979; Ilford Delta 400.
This is Can Santjoan, probably part of my family heritage roots, on my father's side, dating from early XIX Century at least.
I have known for many years that my paternal family came from the Catalan town of Esparreguera, about 30 km away from my hometown Sabadell, but recently we discovered an old article in a local media outlet that chronicles the life of a second cousin of my father. It is a fascinating story, as the man, who died in 1972, had a truly eventful life, working in a thousand different things, suffering for his life during the civil war at the hands of anarchists, but also ending up in La Model prison during the Francoist regime as a “disaffection to the regime”.
On of the most interesting details mentions that his grandfather came from Can Santjoan, a farmhouse that still exists north of Esparreguera. It is very likely that his grandfather in this case was also my father's great-grandfather, and my great-great-grandfather. Therefore, although I cannot confirm it, I probably have some of my heritage from this farmhouse. The most curious thing is that this relative mentions a family story of his great-grandfather in this farmhouse during the Napoleonic Wars. Remember that El Bruc battlefield (1808) is a few kilometers from here, so the presence of French soldiers in the area is certain. This family story tells that some soldiers looted the farmhouse, and more specifically the wine barrels, which they pierced with bayonets to get drunk. Then (my?) ancestor saw it all hidden in a hut in the vineyard near the house and, when the last soldier was leaving, probably quite drunk, he pointed his musket through a hole in the hut and, good hunter as he was, killed the soldier with one shot. He later buried the body in a field and according to my father's cousin, his grandfather found a corpse and even a saber there decades later.
Thyreus lugubris
Family: Apidae
Order: Hymenoptera
The Domino Cuckoo Bee is a member of the Thyreus genus, the so called Clock and Dagger Bees. Bernhard Jacobi commented that this is a female as it has >12 antennae segments.
The Domino Cuckoo Bee is a kleptoparasite or brood parasite. It lays its eggs in the nests of other solitary native bees - in this case, a Teddy Bear Bee, Amegilla bombiformis. The Domino Bee will feed on the same flowers as the Teddy Bear Bee and when the Teddy Bear Bee heads back to its nest, the Domino follows a short distance behind in order to locate the target nest. It then waits until the Teddy Bear vacates the nest. The Domino then enters the nest and lays its eggs on the food provisions laid there by the Teddy Bear Bee. When the eggs hatch, the larva kills the host eggs with its enlarged mandibles and consumes the cell provisions.
On this occasion, because the Domino Bee was stalking a Teddy Bear Bee, this tends to confirm the ID as Thyreus lugubris. If the target had been Blue-banded Bees, it would have indicated an ID of Thyreus waroonensis. However T waroonensis is not normally found on the east coast and is distributed more westerly.
This photo shows the bee pollinating a flower on a Silkpod Vine (Parsonsia straminea).
Note the long glossa (tongue) which is a characteristic of the Apidae family. See also the recent posts for the Blue-banded Bee and the Teddy Bear Bee which are also in the Apidae family.
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Xylocopa sp.
(Probably either Xylocopa aruana or X. lieftincki )
Subgenus Maiella
Subfamily: Xylocopinae
Family: Apidae
Order: Hymenoptera
There are two similar species Xylocopa aruana and X. lieftincki in this subgenus in the Northern Territory of Australia. It may not be possible to distinguish between them based on these photographs alone.
The plant is Porterweed, genus Stachytarpheta.
This shot shows how the long glossa, possessed by members of the Apidae family, is suitable for pollinating these Porterweed flowers that have the long tubular access to the nectary. The glossa is covered in pollen.
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This plant Cornus sanguinea belongs to the family of the Cornaceae. The wings are already damaged, but the bee can fly. Some yellow pollen is seen also. Notice the long tongue (Glossa) reaching to the nectar ring at the flower center. Hartriegel, Honigbiene
Bookworm.
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contesto rinascimentale fattori importanti discussioni impossibili implicazioni tempo statico rimuovendo modi periodi ambigui pratiche di ortografia antichità antica tentativi moderni edizioni fuorvianti uso asterisco,
obojętne druki pędzi reputacja istotne założenia niepewny status kontrolowanie odpowiedzi prasy drukarskie prezentacje kulturalne,
deflorationis de sexcentis exagitant glossas differences innovations poetica vulgaribus litteris arcana verba collaborations texts potens opera condita,
aufrechterhaltene verblüffende Schrägstellung direkte oppositionelle Stile alternative Programme militante Regierungszeit entfernte Schriftsteller strenge Schläge subtile Abstufungen,
過度のシンボルは自由を規律します終末論的な闘争システムを独占します精神的な高揚出現畏敬の念予定説儀式男性的な論争の放棄ページ.
Steve.D.Hammond.
Skopelos Island is full of lush vegetation, making it an emerald amidst a sapphire sea: Aegean Sea.
The waterfront of Loutraki port, near Glossa village, during sunset.
The dying sun painted the cloud-laden skies with colours imbued with magnificence. The slopes are covered by pine trees.
IN ENGLISH BELOW THE LINE
Fotografia feta amb la Hasselblad 500C/M, fabricada el 1979; objectiu Carl Zeiss Sonnar f4/150mm; Kodak Ektachrome E100.
La masia de Can Santjoan, al nord d'Esparreguera, sobre el Camí Ral vers Collbató. Probablement part de les meves arrels familiars provenen d'aquí.
Ja fa molts anys que sabia que les meves arrels per part paterna venien d’Esparreguera, però fa poc varem descobrir un article d’un mitjà local d’aquesta vila del Baix Llobregat on es glossa la vida d’un cosí segón del meu pare. És una historia fascinant, ja que l’home, mort el 1972 va tenir una vida realment moguda, treballant en mil coses diferents, patint per la seva vida durant la guerra civil per part dels anarquistes, però alhora acabant a La Model durant la postguerra com a “desafecto al regimen”.
Entre altres detalls, n’hi ha un de força interessant per a mí, ja que menciona que el seu avi provenia de Can Santjoan, al nord d’Esparreguera, masia que encara existeix. Es molt probable que el seu avi en aquest cas fos també besavi del meu pare, i re-revesavi meu. Per tant, tot i que no ho puc confirmar, tinc part de les arrels en aquesta masia.
El més curiós es que aquest parent menciona una historia familiar del seu revesavi en aquesta masia durant les guerres napoleòniques. Recordeu que El Bruc es troba a pocs quilometres d’aquí, pel que la presencia de soldats francesos per la zona és segura. Esparreguera mateixa fou completament saquejada per la divisió del general Chabran. Doncs deia la memoria familiar que uns soldats saquejaren el mas, i molt en concret les botes de ví, que punxaren amb les baionetes per a emborratxar-se. Doncs bé, el (meu?) avantpassat ho va veure tot amagat en una barraca de la vinya propera a la casa i, quan el darrer soldat marxava ja, probablement prou begut, apunta amb l’escopeta per un forat de la barraca i, bon caçador com era, el matà d’un tret. Posteriorment va enterrar el cos en un marge i segons el cosí del meu pare, el seu avi bé hi trobà anys després un cadaver i fins i tot un sable.
ca.wikipedia.org/wiki/Can_Santjoan
invarquit.cultura.gencat.cat/card/18498
esparreguera.cat/ciutat/coneix-esparreguera/historia/
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Picture taken with a Hasselblad 500C/M, made in 1979; Carl Zeiss Sonnar f4/150mm lens; Kodak Ektachrome E100 color slide, home developed with the E6 Adox kit.
This is Can Santjoan, probably part of my family heritage roots, on my father's side, dating from early XIX Century at least.
I have known for many years that my paternal family came from the Catalan town of Esparreguera, about 30 km away from my hometown Sabadell, but recently we discovered an old article in a local media outlet that chronicles the life of a second cousin of my father. It is a fascinating story, as the man, who died in 1972, had a truly eventful life, working in a thousand different things, suffering for his life during the civil war at the hands of anarchists, but also ending up in La Model prison during the Francoist regime as a “disaffection to the regime”.
On of the most interesting details mentions that his grandfather came from Can Santjoan, a farmhouse that still exists north of Esparreguera. It is very likely that his grandfather in this case was also my father's great-grandfather, and my great-great-grandfather. Therefore, although I cannot confirm it, I probably have some of my heritage from this farmhouse. The most curious thing is that this relative mentions a family story of his great-grandfather in this farmhouse during the Napoleonic Wars. Remember that El Bruc battlefield (1808) is a few kilometers from here, so the presence of French soldiers in the area is certain. This family story tells that some soldiers looted the farmhouse, and more specifically the wine barrels, which they pierced with bayonets to get drunk. Then (my?) ancestor saw it all hidden in a hut in the vineyard near the house and, when the last soldier was leaving, probably quite drunk, he pointed his musket through a hole in the hut and, good hunter as he was, killed the soldier with one shot. He later buried the body in a field and according to my father's cousin, his grandfather found a corpse and even a saber there decades later.
One needs to be in the frame for many things in Life, such as: Summertime.
The Aegean Sea is viewed through a frame from a lofty balcony in Loutraki, Skopelos Isl., Greece.
The sapphire sea and the emerald colours of the lush vegetation compel the viewer to take part in Summertime, when “the living is easy, fish are jumping and the cotton is high”…
Shot best viewed by simultaneously listening to Ella Fitzerald & Louis Armstrong’s masterpiece: Summertime ♪
Macro...Oh my, it has the Proboscis and Glossa extended to sample the sweetness of the Cryptantha Pterocarya Flowers growing wild in my back acre. No edit, no crop, manual and shot in RAW,
One needs to be in the frame for many things in Life, such as: Summertime.
The Aegean Sea is viewed through a frame from a spacious balcony in Loutraki, Skopelos Isl., Greece. Minimalism: whitewashed walls, a table and a pottery washbasin on it.
The sapphire sea compels the viewer to take part in Summertime, when “the living is easy, fish are jumping”…
Shot best viewed by listening to Ella Fitzerald & Louis Armstrong’s Summertime ♪
IN ENGLISH BELOW THE LINE
Fotografia feta amb la Hasselblad 500C/M, fabricada el 1979; Kodak Ektachrome E100 revelat amb el kit E6 de Adox.
La masia de Can Santjoan, al nord d'Esparreguera, sobre el Camí Ral vers Collbató. Probablement part de les meves arrels familiars provenen d'aquí.
Ja fa molts anys que sabia que les meves arrels per part paterna venien d’Esparreguera, però fa poc varem descobrir un article d’un mitjà local d’aquesta vila del Baix Llobregat on es glossa la vida d’un cosí segón del meu pare. És una historia fascinant, ja que l’home, mort el 1972 va tenir una vida realment moguda, treballant en mil coses diferents, patint per la seva vida durant la guerra civil per part dels anarquistes, però alhora acabant a La Model durant la postguerra com a “desafecto al regimen”.
Entre altres detalls, n’hi ha un de força interessant per a mí, ja que menciona que el seu avi provenia de Can Santjoan, al nord d’Esparreguera, masia que encara existeix. Es molt probable que el seu avi en aquest cas fos també besavi del meu pare, i re-revesavi meu. Per tant, tot i que no ho puc confirmar, tinc part de les arrels en aquesta masia.
El més curiós es que aquest parent menciona una historia familiar del seu revesavi en aquesta masia durant les guerres napoleòniques. Recordeu que El Bruc es troba a pocs quilometres d’aquí, pel que la presencia de soldats francesos per la zona és segura. Esparreguera mateixa fou completament saquejada per la divisió del general Chabran. Doncs deia la memoria familiar que uns soldats saquejaren el mas, i molt en concret les botes de ví, que punxaren amb les baionetes per a emborratxar-se. Doncs bé, el (meu?) avantpassat ho va veure tot amagat en una barraca de la vinya propera a la casa i, quan el darrer soldat marxava ja, probablement prou begut, apunta amb l’escopeta per un forat de la barraca i, bon caçador com era, el matà d’un tret. Posteriorment va enterrar el cos en un marge i segons el cosí del meu pare, el seu avi bé hi trobà anys després un cadaver i fins i tot un sable.
ca.wikipedia.org/wiki/Can_Santjoan
invarquit.cultura.gencat.cat/card/18498
esparreguera.cat/ciutat/coneix-esparreguera/historia/
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Picture taken with a Hasselblad 500C/M, made in 1979; Kodak Ektachrome E100 color slide, homed developed with the E6 kit by Adox.
This is Can Santjoan, probably part of my family heritage roots, on my father's side, dating from early XIX Century at least.
I have known for many years that my paternal family came from the Catalan town of Esparreguera, about 30 km away from my hometown Sabadell, but recently we discovered an old article in a local media outlet that chronicles the life of a second cousin of my father. It is a fascinating story, as the man, who died in 1972, had a truly eventful life, working in a thousand different things, suffering for his life during the civil war at the hands of anarchists, but also ending up in La Model prison during the Francoist regime as a “disaffection to the regime”.
On of the most interesting details mentions that his grandfather came from Can Santjoan, a farmhouse that still exists north of Esparreguera. It is very likely that his grandfather in this case was also my father's great-grandfather, and my great-great-grandfather. Therefore, although I cannot confirm it, I probably have some of my heritage from this farmhouse. The most curious thing is that this relative mentions a family story of his great-grandfather in this farmhouse during the Napoleonic Wars. Remember that El Bruc battlefield (1808) is a few kilometers from here, so the presence of French soldiers in the area is certain. This family story tells that some soldiers looted the farmhouse, and more specifically the wine barrels, which they pierced with bayonets to get drunk. Then (my?) ancestor saw it all hidden in a hut in the vineyard near the house and, when the last soldier was leaving, probably quite drunk, he pointed his musket through a hole in the hut and, good hunter as he was, killed the soldier with one shot. He later buried the body in a field and according to my father's cousin, his grandfather found a corpse and even a saber there decades later.
One sneaks a peek at the Aegean through the small opening on a Loutraki balcony. A boat lowers its sails prior to entering the port. Skopelos Island, Greece.
The poem line may accompany the pictorial mood of the photograph:
“The blue Aegean girds this chosen home”
—Percy Bysshe Shelley (from Epipsychidion)
Honey bee's mouth call proboscis: This refers to the entire, long, slender, and hairy structure bees use to collect liquid food. It acts like a straw for sucking nectar, water, and honey. When not in use, it can be folded and stored beneath the bee's head. The proboscis is actually a complex structure composed of several parts, including the glossa (the actual tongue), maxillae, and labial palpi.
Kolymvari (Greek: Κολυμβάρι, Δήμος Κολυμβαρίου), also known as Kolymbari (Greek: Κολυμπάρι), is a town and former municipality in the Chania regional unit, Crete, Greece. Since the 2011 local government reform it is part of the municipality Platanias, of which it is a municipal unit.The municipal unit has an area of 149.994 km2 (57.913 sq mi).It was part of the former Kissamos province which covered the northwest of Chania Prefecture.
Kolymvari is a working coastal town at the southern end of the Rodopou peninsula and is a local centre for commerce and fishing. It does not have a sandy beach and is thus not as popular with tourists as the nearby resorts of Maleme and Platanias. Near the town is the historic Moni Gonia Monastery. The Spiliakos river enters the sea at Kolymvari. The municipal unit of Kolymvari covers the Rodopou peninsula at the end of the Gulf of Chania and some villages to the south. Most of the peninsula is uninhabited and rather barren, with most villages close to Kolymvari at the southern end. The municipal unit also includes Rodopou, Afrata, Vasilopoulo, Spilia, Kares, Episkopi, Vouves, Glossa, Panethimos, Nochia, Deliana, Drakona, Ravdouchas, Kalidonia, and Kamisiana.
LISTEN
WAVE
OF
ENERGY!
Taking pictures a tool (camera), not a photographer.
The choice of tool limits the possibilities.
Experience allows him (instrument) less and less to limit their capabilities.
The ability to see is given only when the observer allows ...
The moment of observation is the real find ...
Training and mastering it defies. Training leads to poor imitations of the original.
Often the result should ripen, like wine. Although time is the understanding of the mind, therefore it is very speculative.
The meaning of all this is the process!
Find someone who inspires shooting the camera!
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Often we are visited by thoughts that may reveal something unknown ... Our mind many times tries to solve a problem with known methods ... This is its main mistake! The path of the heart opens the doors that appear in our path. It is a pity that not everyone has the courage to insert the keys that are always with us ...
At dusk, a rich palette of colors emerges from the cloud-laden sky and the lush vegetation. The magnificent colors surround the very same “House of the Rising Sun” that was captured during sunrise near Glossa village, Skopelos Isl., Greece.
The house's outline is no longer blurred or evanesced. The setting sun provides for interesting pictorial elements and emotions. The Night is about to begin…
Shot best viewed by simultaneously listening to The Animalsâ The House of the Rising Sun.
A fierce sun is rising above a house on a hilltop near Glossa village, Skopelos Isl., Greece. A new day begins.
The outline of the house is blurred —as if almost dematerialized, evaporated, evanesced, or ebbed away— by the sunrays’ flaring.
In August, the bright sunlight allows for some color information to be captured, instead of mere silhouettes, at a balanced exposure.
Shot best viewed by simultaneously listening to The Animals’ The House of the Rising Sun.
Tübingen und seine Weingärtner, Gôgen genannt
Location: Downtown - Unterstadt
Tübinger und Reutlinger - Rivalität mit Tradition
Die Tübinger Weinbauern sind die "Gogen"!
Die Reutlinger dagegen werden "Huser" genannt.
Guter Wein aus Reutlingen und Tübingen ?
Wenn die Sonne scheint ist alles möglich!
Ein Reutlinger Weinbauer zieht einen Gôgen wegen der harten Tübinger Weintrauben auf:
„Do müsst ihr halt die Elefanten vo d'r Wilhelma zom Träpple komma lossa!“ – „Schao recht“, erwidert der Gôg, „mir hent au scho gschrieba, aber die kennet net komme; die hänn immer noch wunde Füß vom letschde Johr, als die Elefanten in Reutlingen gwesen warn!“
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Nix ist mehr umsonst (Ummasonscht)
Ummasonscht
D´hübsche Gôgatochter kommt erscht ziemlich spät in d´r Nacht hoim. Frogt d´bsorgte Mutter: "Wo kummsch denn du her, so spät? Hosch wenigschtns a Taxi gnumma?"
"Reg di net uff, a´Bekanntr hot mi mit soim Auto hoimbrocht!"
Mutter ziemlich bsorgt: "Der hot hoffentlich soine Händ am Lenkrod glossa?"
"Ha Mutta, s´Taxi wär au net umsonscht gwä!"
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The fruit of several Vitis species are grown commercially for consumption as fresh grapes and for fermentation into wine. Vitis vinifera is the most important such species.
Vitis (nomen botanicum a Linnaeo anno 1753 statutum) est genus plantarum florentium cuius fructús uvae appellantur.
Die Weinreben (Vitis), oder Reben genannt, sind eine Pflanzengattung in der Familie der Weinrebengewächse (Vitaceae). Die etwa 60 Arten besitzen eine weite natürliche Verbreitung auf der Welt. Die Edle Weinrebe (Vitis vinifera subsp. vinifera) wird in vielen unterschiedlichen Rebsorten zur Weinherstellung weltweit in passenden Klimagebieten (Weinbaugebiete) kultiviert.
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Unterstadt - OberstadtDie ärmlich lebenden Gôgen waren in der Unterstadt beheimatet und oftmals als Tagelöhner bei den wohlhabenden Tübingern aus der Oberstadt angestellt. Sie leerten Abortgruben, transportierten schwere Lasten (teils auch auf den heute noch existierenden Stocherkähnen), waren als Gärtner tätig und die Frauen arbeiteten als Haushälterinnen, Wäscherinnen, Näherinnen und Kellnerinnen.
In der Unterstadt liefen die Hühner und Schweine auf der Straße herum. An jeder Ecke gab es Misthaufen. In der Unterstadt roch es teilweise sehr streng. Alles war schmutzig und schmuddelig.
Das schrieb auch Goethe in sein Tagebuch, der am 7. September 1797 nach Tübingen kam und am 16. September wieder abreiste.
Viper from the markings on the stem, and bugloss (as in 'bew-gloss', not bug-loss) from the Greek 'bous' (oxen), 'glossa' (tongue).
This is a B/W photograph of the waterfront of Loutraki port —in proximity to the picturesque village called Glossa, Greece— during sunset. Skopelos Island is defined by lush vegetation, making it an emerald amidst a sapphire sea—Aegean Sea. The dying sun paints the cloud-laden skies with colours imbued with magnificence. The slopes are covered by pine trees.
This plant Cornus sanguinea belongs to the family of the Cornaceae. Notice the long tongue (Glossa) reaching to the nectar ring at the flower center. Hartriegel, Honigbiene
Amegilla bombiformis
Family: Apidae
Order: Hymenoptera
There are 8 members of the subgenus Asaropoda and they are all fairly similar in appearance. This has been confirmed on iNaturalist to be Amegilla bombiformis - which is the only species that is known to be present on the New South Wales south coast.
In this photograph, the bee is feeding on Silkpod Vine flowers (Parsonsia straminea).
Note the long glossa (tongue) which is a characteristic of the Apidae family.
Interestingly, but not really surprisingly, there were also Domino Cuckoo Bees to be seen on the same vine. The Domino Bee is a brood parasite of the Teddy Bear Bees and lays its eggs in the Teddy Bear Bee nests.
This bee was observed in the South Pacific Heathland Reserve at Ulladulla, NSW. A number of other native bees can bee seen at this outstanding reserve which thankfully escaped the great fires of 2019-2020.
For the wing venation for this species, please see another photo sequence (in the comments section of the following link):
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