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We had a glut of braeburn apples this summer, which are proving particularly popular with the starlings (sturnus vulgaris).
Some pleasant light in our back garden today, so worth a few clicks.
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Mirit Ben Nun: Shortness of breath
'Shortness of breath' is not only a sign of physical weakness, it is a metaphor for a mental state of strong desire that knows no repletion; more and more, an unbearable glut, without repose. Mirit Ben Nun's type of work on the other hand requires an abundance of patience. This is a Sisyphean work (requiring hard labor) of marking lines and dots, filling every empty millimeter with brilliant blots. Therefore we are facing a paradox or a logical conflict. A patient and effortful work that stems from an urgent need to cover and fill, to adorn and coat. Her craft of layering reaches a state of a continuous ceremonial ritual.
This ritual digests every object into itself - useful or discarded -- available and ordinary or rare and exceptional -- they submit and devote to the overlay work. Mirit BN gathers scrap off the streets -- cardboard rolls of fabric, assortments of wooden boards and pieces, plates and planks -- and constructs a new link, her own syntax, which she alone is fully responsible for. The new combination -- a type of a sculptural construction -- goes through a process of patching by the act of painting.
In fact Mirit regards her three dimensional objects as a platform for painting, with a uniform continuity, even if it has obstacles, mounds and valleys. These objects beg her to paint, to lay down colors, to set in motion an intricate weave of abstract patterns that at times finds itself wandering the contours of human images and sometimes -- not. In those cases what is left is the monotonous activity of running the patterns, inch by inch, till their absolute coverage, till a short and passing instant of respite and than on again to a new onset.
Next to this assembly of garbage and it's recycling into 'painted sculptures' Mirit offers a surprising reunion between her illustrated objects and so called cheap African sculpture; popular artifacts or articles that are classified in the standard culture as 'primitive'.
This combination emphasizes the difference between her individualistic performance and the collective creation which is translated into cultural clichés. The wood carved image creates a moment of peace within the crowded bustle; an introverted image, without repetitiveness and reverberation. This meeting of strangers testifies that Mirit' work could not be labeled under the ´outsiders art´ category. She is a one woman school who is compelled to do the art work she picked out to perform. Therefore she isn't creating ´an image´ such as the carved wooden statues, but she produces breathless ´emotional jam' whose highest values are color, motion, beauty and plenitude. May it never lack, neither diluted, nor dull for even an instant
Tali Tamir
De Sant Pere de Ribes. Marzen sense gluten. Aigua, malta d'ordi, llúpol (Saaz, Hallertauer, Hersbrucker) i llevat (Diamond lager). 5,5 %. Molt bona. Estil clàssic. Gust a cereal ben torrat. #Marzen #glutenfree #DryHopping #NewEnglandIPA #IndiaPaleAle #IndianPaleAle #IPA #ale #beer #cerveza #pivo #birra #instabeer #pornbeer #cervesa #olut #øl #bière #beerporn #beergeek #beernerd #craftbeerlive #cervesaartesana #cervesaartesanal #beer #pivo #birra #cervesa #cerveza #olut #øl #пиво #bière #beerporn #øl #beergeek #beernerd #craftb,erpic
Mirit Ben Nun: Shortness of breath
'Shortness of breath' is not only a sign of physical weakness, it is a metaphor for a mental state of strong desire that knows no repletion; more and more, an unbearable glut, without repose. Mirit Ben Nun's type of work on the other hand requires an abundance of patience. This is a Sisyphean work (requiring hard labor) of marking lines and dots, filling every empty millimeter with brilliant blots. Therefore we are facing a paradox or a logical conflict. A patient and effortful work that stems from an urgent need to cover and fill, to adorn and coat. Her craft of layering reaches a state of a continuous ceremonial ritual.
This ritual digests every object into itself - useful or discarded -- available and ordinary or rare and exceptional -- they submit and devote to the overlay work. Mirit BN gathers scrap off the streets -- cardboard rolls of fabric, assortments of wooden boards and pieces, plates and planks -- and constructs a new link, her own syntax, which she alone is fully responsible for. The new combination -- a type of a sculptural construction -- goes through a process of patching by the act of painting.
In fact Mirit regards her three dimensional objects as a platform for painting, with a uniform continuity, even if it has obstacles, mounds and valleys. These objects beg her to paint, to lay down colors, to set in motion an intricate weave of abstract patterns that at times finds itself wandering the contours of human images and sometimes -- not. In those cases what is left is the monotonous activity of running the patterns, inch by inch, till their absolute coverage, till a short and passing instant of respite and than on again to a new onset.
Next to this assembly of garbage and it's recycling into 'painted sculptures' Mirit offers a surprising reunion between her illustrated objects and so called cheap African sculpture; popular artifacts or articles that are classified in the standard culture as 'primitive'.
This combination emphasizes the difference between her individualistic performance and the collective creation which is translated into cultural clichés. The wood carved image creates a moment of peace within the crowded bustle; an introverted image, without repetitiveness and reverberation. This meeting of strangers testifies that Mirit' work could not be labeled under the ´outsiders art´ category. She is a one woman school who is compelled to do the art work she picked out to perform. Therefore she isn't creating ´an image´ such as the carved wooden statues, but she produces breathless ´emotional jam' whose highest values are color, motion, beauty and plenitude. May it never lack, neither diluted, nor dull for even an instant
Tali Tamir
EAST RUTHERFORD, NJ - DECEMBER 14: The defense of the Chicago Bears huddles prior to the next play during a game on December 14, 1985 against the New York Jets at Giants Stadium in East Rutherford, New Jersey. The Bears defeated the Jets, 19-6 in front of 74,752 fans. (Photo by Kidwiler Collection/Diamond Images/Getty Images)
Coracias caudata
Sorry for the glut of roller shots, but as they are still flying in and out to feed their chicks, I'm taking full advantage plus the fact that we're having good rains just now so the bush roads can be quite treacherous... There were six in the garden yesterday.....two adults, two chicks from the September brood and two well-grown chicks in the nest. What a commotion!!!!
Nicht unsere Augen,
sondern nur unser Herz entscheidet,
wie bunt und leuchtend wir die Welt
und die Wunder in ihr sehen.
Je tiefer unser Herz,
um so mehr Wunder
werden wir sehen.
(Mike Düring)
The Little Grebes have timed their brood to of four chicks hatch when there is a glut of Dragonfly Larvae.
El Xerraire, un queso semicurado de leche cruda de vaca y corteza lavada con cerveza Robust Porter Vinyet, una cerveza sin gluten, oscura y tostada, de la destilería La Sitgetana.
El Xerraire tiene una maduración de 2 meses, durante los cuales se lava a mano uno por uno, en este caso con una cerveza negra artesana y sin gluten, es importante ese detalle, porque precisamente eso es lo que les hizo decidirse por lavar su queso con está cerveza, ¡no quisieron añadir gluten al queso!. El lavado de la corteza con la cerveza negra le proporciona por un lado su aspecto, ya que presenta un color anaranjado muy oscuro, casi de tonalidades marrones, y, por otra parte, sus aromas, muy intensos y penetrantes, sobre todo cuando coge temperatura ambiente.
Al cortarlo, su pasta presenta un color amarillo, más intenso cerca de la corteza, formando lo que se conoce como una "uña". Textura firme con presencia de algunos pequeños ojos de origen mecánico. Desprende aromas lácticos, de mantequilla fresca. Imprescindible comerlo con su corteza, porque de lo contrario desvirtuaríamos completamente la esencia de este queso.
Xerraire es una palabra catalana que significa en español “hablador o charlatán” y su nombre se debe a que es un queso excelente para amenizar veladas donde los amigos no paran de hablar mientras degustan este queso, quizás también ayudados un poco por la cerveza.
Queso elaborado por Anna Puig y su compañero Mateu Cañellas bajo la marca de su quesería “La Petita Ànima”, situada en Vacarisses (Vallès Occidental). Aunque elaboran sus quesos en el obrador comunitario “El Quall” promovido por el Consorci del Lluçanès.
Curta-metragem: Brasa
Direção: Sebastian Mez
Brasil/Alemanha
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A new species for me, so excuse the glut of shots! What a little beauty this springtail is. About 1.5mm long, it was on the underside of a fallen horse-chestnut leaf just yards into the woods near home. Very pleased to find it, though it's colour made it easy to spot against the wet decaying leaf.
Die Rose liebt die Lilie,
Sie steht zu ihren Füßen;
Bald löst die Glut ihr schönstes Blatt,
Es fällt, um sie zu grüßen.
Die Lilie bemerkt es wohl,
Sie hätt’ das Blättlein gerne;
Der Wind verweht’s, und Blatt nach Blatt
Jagt er in alle Ferne.
Die Rose doch läßt nimmer ab,
Läßt immer neue fallen;
Sie grüßt, und grüßt sich fast zu Tod,
Doch keines trifft von allen.
Das letzte fängt die Lilie
Und tut sich dicht zusammen;
Nun glüht das Blatt in ihrem Kelch,
Als wär’s ein Herz voll Flammen.
Friedrich Hebbel
Mirit Ben Nun: Shortness of breath
'Shortness of breath' is not only a sign of physical weakness, it is a metaphor for a mental state of strong desire that knows no repletion; more and more, an unbearable glut, without repose. Mirit Ben Nun's type of work on the other hand requires an abundance of patience. This is a Sisyphean work (requiring hard labor) of marking lines and dots, filling every empty millimeter with brilliant blots. Therefore we are facing a paradox or a logical conflict. A patient and effortful work that stems from an urgent need to cover and fill, to adorn and coat. Her craft of layering reaches a state of a continuous ceremonial ritual.
This ritual digests every object into itself - useful or discarded -- available and ordinary or rare and exceptional -- they submit and devote to the overlay work. Mirit BN gathers scrap off the streets -- cardboard rolls of fabric, assortments of wooden boards and pieces, plates and planks -- and constructs a new link, her own syntax, which she alone is fully responsible for. The new combination -- a type of a sculptural construction -- goes through a process of patching by the act of painting.
In fact Mirit regards her three dimensional objects as a platform for painting, with a uniform continuity, even if it has obstacles, mounds and valleys. These objects beg her to paint, to lay down colors, to set in motion an intricate weave of abstract patterns that at times finds itself wandering the contours of human images and sometimes -- not. In those cases what is left is the monotonous activity of running the patterns, inch by inch, till their absolute coverage, till a short and passing instant of respite and than on again to a new onset.
Next to this assembly of garbage and it's recycling into 'painted sculptures' Mirit offers a surprising reunion between her illustrated objects and so called cheap African sculpture; popular artifacts or articles that are classified in the standard culture as 'primitive'.
This combination emphasizes the difference between her individualistic performance and the collective creation which is translated into cultural clichés. The wood carved image creates a moment of peace within the crowded bustle; an introverted image, without repetitiveness and reverberation. This meeting of strangers testifies that Mirit' work could not be labeled under the ´outsiders art´ category. She is a one woman school who is compelled to do the art work she picked out to perform. Therefore she isn't creating ´an image´ such as the carved wooden statues, but she produces breathless ´emotional jam' whose highest values are color, motion, beauty and plenitude. May it never lack, neither diluted, nor dull for even an instant
Tali Tamir
August 2010
The title of a 1987 Robert Rauschenberg piece at the entrance to his Museum of Modern Art retrospective.
Another serendipitous detail that I don't recall noticing at the time is the woman wearing Van Gogh's "The Starry Night" on her skirt.
A change of style from the recent glut of Egret shots, this is a shot of St Bridget's at Skenfrith, one of my favourite churches, especially with that tower topped with a dovecote belfry.
St Bridget's lies at the north end of the village of Skenfrith, Monmouthshire, Wales. It was listed as a Grade I listed building in 19 November 1953. The church is dedicated to Brigit of Kildare (Welsh: Sant Ffraid), to whom apparently 17 churches are dedicated in Wales, and it contains the tomb of john Morgan who was the last Governor of the Three Castles (Skenfrith, Grosmont and White Castle), an active charity - The Friends of St Bridget's, Skenfrith - raise funds for the maintenance and repair of the church.
Whenever I visit the area with friends who haven't seen this little gem I can't resist dragging them in, and I always wonder how many people do a flying visit to Skenfrith as part of a personal Three Castles tour and never realise that this is tucked just down the road from the castle...
(Please Note: This image not to be used on websites, blogs or other media without my explicit permission. © Paul J Fram - All rights reserved.)
Hellrote Glut am Firmament die Wolken stehen in Flammen. Die Sonne will im Westen untergehen. Ein eisiger Schauer von Schnee und Regen der huschte eben noch vorbei. In der Ferne die dunkle Wolkenwand durchtrennt von grellen Blitzen. Auf dem Wege vor dem Haus da glänzen noch die Pfützen, sie wirken wie ein Spiegel in dem das Himmelsfeuer des Abends schwach erleuchtet.
Dung anzünden und zur Glut bringen ...
BONGANI MOUNTAIN LODGE: www.aha.co.za/bongani-mountain-lodge/
SÜDAFRIKA: de.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%C3%BCdafrika