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Movie made from still photographs shot at the beach at Playa del rey, California.
See if you notice the 2 airplanes flying through....and the sailboat, and dancing humans with a boomerang.
For more: See my Set "Sky"
[While I upload photos from 2020, I am also trying to keep up with some of my more current works by uploading a couple of photographs every day, in the afternoon or evening.]
In September and October 2021, we spent three weeks touring the Italian regions of Abruzzo, Umbria, Marches and Emilia-Romagna, which we hadn’t visited yet.
Personally, I had my sights firmly set on a series of early Romanesque churches of high architectural and artistic interest, so you will see quite a few of those, in spite of the typical Italian administration-related problems I encountered, and which were both stupid and quite unpleasant.
There will also be other sorts of old stones, landscapes, etc., and I hope you will enjoy looking at them and have a good time doing so. If it makes you want to go, do, by all means, Italy is a wonderful country.
We will spend a couple of days on the Benedictine abbey church of Santa Maria del Lago, not far from the small town of Moscufo in Abruzzo. The façade is from the 1700s and quite uninteresting. However, the apse is very nice, and above all the inside is magnificent.
Amazingly “alive” scenes of Mediæval daily life sculpted on the sides of the ambone (elevated pulpit), still bearing traces of polychromy. Sculpted in 1159 by Nicodemo di Guardiagrele, it is a masterpiece of Mediæval art which I have been very happy to be able to see for myself.
One of the many tunnel openings with the most stunning views I have ever seen. There was a sheer drop beyond that plank!!!
The Lagazuoi Tunnels were an unforgettable experience. I walked up the mountain from the base of Mount Falzarego through the tunnels to the summit of Mount Lagazuoi. The kilometre long tunnels are steeped in history.
This tunnel cuts right through the mountain in the Dolomites. A mountain that I will never forget...
The walk up the mountain took about three and a half hours. I could have taken a cable car but then that wouldn't have been nearly as interesting.
Here is a write up about I found that explains it well: addiator.blogspot.com/2006/08/lagazuoi-tunnels.html
If you ever go do NOT take the cable car...allow a full day and walk up and down, it was a highlight of my trip in this area.
Aaron Nace is the star of his own show, but while many of us are questing for stardom all over the internet by filling out silly surveys, updating your status, and uploading home movies for the world to see, Aaron Nace is out taking amazing photographs, and that is why his star shine brighter in the cosmos of the web. He inspires us to go do it ourselves and make it interesting. Find out more at www.creativetempest.com
Eric made biscuits & gravy this morning before he left for work.
From scratch.
So tasty.
I'm loving this a week of no color thing.
**Somewhere in the United States, 10:30 A.M:"
Erin: “Morning my love. Did you sleep good?”
Ty: “Totally. Guess we did have too much fun last night baby....”
Erin: “Mhmm. We definitely did.”
Ty: “ I’ll make breakfast later...you wanna sleep a bit longer?”
Erin: “Well, probably more than just cuddling....if you’re hopping in.”
Ty: “I like it when you tease me so much".
Erin: “Keep dreaming, my sweet ninja. Definitely not now....not when we’re gonna be late. I’m just gonna go make coffee.”
Ty: “Ugh. Ok.”
I sigh in my bed, not-so-clothed and covered in sheets. Last night was probably...a bit too heavy for us at the bar. Then we started to talk....eventually making out when we got home. You know what happens next. But anyways. I’m pleased that life is good and my girlfriend is here with me, supporting my back for the last 5 months.
Never thought I’d be that lucky to chase her back since our victory against North. But 5 months worth, and it's still Paladin duty. A bit of the same old, but missions have seem to gotten harder, and whatnot.
Ty: “That’s a nice shirt. Where did you get it?”
Erin: “Bought it in town. I love the shorts as, when the new fabric feels really good.”
Ty: “It looks great.”
Erin: “Thanks. You gotta get dressed too sweetheart. And breakfast?” (Ty keeps zoning out)
Ty: “Oh right. I have the underwear....just gotta thrown on my nice pants as well.”
Erin: *laughs* “Sure, sure. Just make sure to hurry up, you stud muffin.”
***
(50 minutes later)
Jesse: “Damn. What’s this again? Even if it’s a double date, I feel like me and Gary are totally third wheeling...”
Gary: “Darling, it's ok, frankly. At least it works out better than all those times you had.”
Jesse: “Touché. You really know me well don't you? Who knew when these two dated we developed an attraction?”
Gary: "Yeah you've also managed to tell the story over a million times right. Literally, almost the whole team is dating."
Ty: “So guys, are we late?”
Erin: “No, we’re good sweetheart.”
Ty: “Ok. Are we just gonna walk around the mall over there? Y’all gonna take the speeders?”
Erin: “We’ll take the speeders.”
Gary: “Sure—-wait hold up a bit guys, I’m sensing something....suspicious. Just caught a guy eyeing us like we’re not candy. Targeted. Maybe check your nine?”
Jesse: “Well, could be a weirdo on the streets. Maybe he thinks you’re both hot.”
Ty/Erin: “Oh, shut up.”
Gary: “You might actually wanna take the speeders. I'm gonna keep my aura fields open.”
Erin: “Ok....that dude? You sure”
Gary: “Just some precautionary sixth sense. I’ll take a closer look. On your feet, and go do the run J.”
It seems like some action is about to take place. I activate my belt, allowing me to go at full speed, before jumping on the speeder quickly. The suspicious man takes off in another as well, as we give chase. Gary keeps using his power to keep track of his statistics. The chase takes us like 15 minutes until he starts to slow down an alley, and Jesse zaps his vehicle’s engines. He runs out and pulls out a gun from his clothes (dressed funny like a detective today, I know).
Jesse: “Who are you and why did you avoid us, especially?”
Mysterious man: “Can....cannot tell you. I am.....am....a messenger.”
Gary: “Let me check his pulse. Ok, nothing there....but his heart’s beating fast. It’s an AI.”
Jesse: “Want me to zap more? You could try hacking his brain Erin.”
Mysterious man: “No....no don’t. Do not save me...” (his speech starts to get slurred)
Erin: “Probably not when I’m looking this as well.”
Mysterious A.I: “I....I was not supposed to be spying on you....but you found me.....I cannot compute. They used me instead sent me for help.....but....”
Ty: “But who?”
Mysterious man: “A group found me....and now they converted me into something I didn’t want to be.....I....I can only tell you this....much....take this info.....before I blow up.....I beg of you.”
Gary: “It’s ok. I got ya. Let me take this into my aura field...”
Jesse: “I’ll re-wire it when we get back dear.”
***
Edens: “I’m sorry with this on a Saturday, but it’s urgent. You're lucky I work on weekends, but we already got ourselves a guest.”
Kurt: “I’m sorry who?”
Gary: “Why?”
Lyra: “More like what-the-f**k is going on.”
Riley: “Missions are such mood killers when we’re on our fun honeymoon.”
Kieran: “Yes dear. No rings yet, and we’re not speeding up. I suggest we wait for a while.”
Riley: “I’m tired of waiting!”
Ty: “Alright boss, tell us who it is.”
Edens: “Well, y’all gotta get ready.”
Jesse: “Ready for what? I thought we were always ready.”
Edens: “Not this time. You’ll see how it goes....”
Dusksmoke: “It’s me.”
Erin: “What a surprise.”
Sam: “Dusksmoke? What are you doing here?”
Dusksmoke: “It’s something desperate....and I need your guys’ help. Should I tell them, Remus?”
Edens: “Don’t stall too long. I'm afraid--”
Dusksmoke: “Fine, I’m gonna go head on with the topic. I’m exiled from my group...and if you guys remember what happened a year ago, back in Japan, the Yakuza are vowing vengeance, along with my assassin guild. They’re on the hunt for a valuable red katana that I lost. We don’t know who took it, but I need your help.”
Riley: “Is that all? Just for a code red?”
Dusksmoke: “No, not just yet. If you’re suspicious of who am no matter how much you trust me....it’s time I have to reveal myself.”
Everyone stares at each other, and Edens, despite his calm demeanour, looks a bit anxious. Dusksmoke starts taking off his hat and his mask. Then....we gasp.
Holy sh*t. I can’t believe it. It’s Jesse’s brother.
Dusksmoke: “My name is Connor Arden. I’m sorry if I’ve lied to everyone on who I am, hiding away behind a mask. I understand some of you might be mad at me, but I have no time to explain much about my identity and history, but I promise I will tell everyone later. But right now, I need you to trust me on this. Urgent mission details.”
Jesse: "Bro?!"
Sounds like I’m running out of sleeping pills today.
press L please.
*Do any of you sell your prints online? (Etsy, etc...)
If so, how's that going? Do you think it's worth making an account?
This photo was made in end afternoon in the Flamboyant Park in Goiânia - GO. Do not get too high a speed, or used a smaller opening, so some parts of the butterfly were not focused.
#ALAD049 Jónsi - Go Do
This is my everyday project for 2010. Taking one lyric from a song every day and creating art or taking a photo inspired from that lyric.
I just wanted to post something to tell you guys that I'm going to TRY another 52 weeks project. :]
PLEASE, help me with this.
If you ever remember to, if I don't post one by every Sunday at like 3 PM, tell me to get off my butt and go do one!
And sometimes, I like quotes or lyrics as inspiration. So, if you have a song or quote that you'd like to share in order to help me, out. PLEASE share! :]
I just couldn't catch him with his wings open, oh well, I'll just have to go do it all over again... alw
First pumpkin of the year, trying out the flaming (fire inside) technique had to go do it something were nothing (the house for instance) could get burned.
V Małopolskie Dni Dziedzictwa Kulturowego, maj/czerwiec 2003
Odległy o kilka kilometrów i położony na południe od Oświęcimia Osiek wzmiankowany był już w 1278 r. Wieś tę, znajdującą się na terenie księstwa oświęcimskiego, kupił w 1457 r. król Kazimierz Jagiellończyk z przeznaczeniem na zastawy pożyczkowe. Tą drogą Osiek trafił w 1504 r. do rąk Baltazara Dębowskiego. Później wieś wielokrotnie zmieniała właścicieli. W XVIII w. należała do rodziny Branickich, od których w 1784 r. dobra osieckie odkupił Karol Wacław Larisch. Później należały one do jego syna, Karola Józefa Larischa, a w 1867 r. znalazły się w posiadaniu Stanisława Dunin-Borkowskiego.
Po jego śmierci majątek został zakupiony przez Oskara Rudzińskiego (1885), który doprowadził go do rozkwitu. W czasie II wojny Rudzińscy zostali zmuszeni do opuszczenia Osieka, a w 1945 r. dobra upaństwowiono. W 2000 r. spadkobierca Oskara, Maciej Rudziński odzyskał pałac.
Fortalicjum w Osieku wzmiankowane jest po raz pierwszy w 1672 r., jednak istniał tutaj zapewne wcześniejszy dwór. Pierwszy pałac został wybudowany pod koniec XVIII w. przez Karola Wacława Larischa. Przebudowy tego pałacu w stylu orientalnym (mauretańskim) dokonał jego syn, Karol Józef Larisch. Za twórcę przebudowy uchodzi Franciszek Maria Lanci, który miał go ukształtować w latach 1839-1845. Dzięki współpracy właściciela i architekta powstał pierwszy na ziemiach polskich pałac w stylu mauretańskim. Piętrowy, nieregularny i malowniczy, został urozmaicony kwadratową wieżą nakrytą cebulastym hełmem; podobny hełm nakrywa ryzalit środkowy w elewacji frontowej. Nad gzymsem architekt zaprojektował ażurową ściankę o arkadkowych prześwitach, a wąskie okna zostały zamknięte podkowiastymi łukami.
Przebudowane wnętrza pałacu ozdobiono detalami i wzorami wschodnimi. Ściany i stropy zostały pokryte zawiłym wzorem sztukaterii naśladujących wzory mauretańskie. Również stolarkę wnętrz – schody, balustrady i drzwi – ozdobiły motywy orientalne. Zachowane i odnowione wnętrza sal pałacowych, zwłaszcza dekorowana arabeskowym wzorem sala balowa, przypominają scenerię z baśni tysiąca i jednej nocy.
Pałac otacza rozległy park krajobrazowy, założony w XIX w., w którym znajduje się m.in. neogotycka oficyna i stajnia z czterokolumnowym portykiem.
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Osiek
Mansion
Several kilometres south of Oświecim, the village of Osiek is found in the records as early as 1278. This village within the Oświęcim Princedom was purchased in 1457 by King Kazimierz Jagiellończyk, who needed it for a lending deposit. This is how in 1504 Osiek was transferred to Baltazar Dębowski. Afterwards the village changed hands many times. In the 18th century it belonged to the Branicki family, who then sold it to Karol Wacław Larisch in 1784. His son, Karol Józef Larisch, inherited the estate, and in 1867 it became the property of Stanisław Dunin-Borkowski.
When Borkowski died, Osiek was purchased by Oskar Rudziński (1885), who led the estate to its golden age. During the second world war, the Rudzińskis were forced to abandon Osiek, and in 1945 the property was taken over by the State. In 2000, the palace was returned to Oskar’s heir, Maciej Rudziński.
The small fortification in Osiek was first mentioned in 1672, but there must have been an earlier manor here before that. The first mansion was built towards the end of the 18th century by Karol Wacław Larisch, rebuilt in Oriental (Moorish) style by his son, Karol Józef Larisch. The remodelling, carried out between 1839 and 1845, is attributed to Francesco Maria Lanci. The collaboration between the owner and the architect led to the construction of the first mansion in Moorish style throughout Poland. Two storeys high, irregular, and picturesque, the mansion received a complement of a square tower covered with an onion-shaped dome; while a similar dome covers the middle, projecting part of the front façade. Above the cornice, the architect fitted a lattice wall of arcades, and the narrow windows were enclosed within horseshoe-shaped arches.
After the remodelling, the interiors of the mansion are filled with Oriental details and patterns. The walls and ceilings are lined with elaborate stuccoes, imitating Moorish ornaments. The woodwork of the stairs, balustrades, and doors was also decorated with Oriental motifs. Preserved and restored, the mansion interiors, especially the ornate ballroom with a pattern of arabesques, evoke the Tales from the Arabian Nights.
The mansion is surrounded with a vast landscape park, planted in the 19th century, with neo-Gothic annexes and a stable with a porch supported upon four columns.
V Małopolskie Dni Dziedzictwa Kulturowego, maj/czerwiec 2003
Odległy o kilka kilometrów i położony na południe od Oświęcimia Osiek wzmiankowany był już w 1278 r. Wieś tę, znajdującą się na terenie księstwa oświęcimskiego, kupił w 1457 r. król Kazimierz Jagiellończyk z przeznaczeniem na zastawy pożyczkowe. Tą drogą Osiek trafił w 1504 r. do rąk Baltazara Dębowskiego. Później wieś wielokrotnie zmieniała właścicieli. W XVIII w. należała do rodziny Branickich, od których w 1784 r. dobra osieckie odkupił Karol Wacław Larisch. Później należały one do jego syna, Karola Józefa Larischa, a w 1867 r. znalazły się w posiadaniu Stanisława Dunin-Borkowskiego.
Po jego śmierci majątek został zakupiony przez Oskara Rudzińskiego (1885), który doprowadził go do rozkwitu. W czasie II wojny Rudzińscy zostali zmuszeni do opuszczenia Osieka, a w 1945 r. dobra upaństwowiono. W 2000 r. spadkobierca Oskara, Maciej Rudziński odzyskał pałac.
Fortalicjum w Osieku wzmiankowane jest po raz pierwszy w 1672 r., jednak istniał tutaj zapewne wcześniejszy dwór. Pierwszy pałac został wybudowany pod koniec XVIII w. przez Karola Wacława Larischa. Przebudowy tego pałacu w stylu orientalnym (mauretańskim) dokonał jego syn, Karol Józef Larisch. Za twórcę przebudowy uchodzi Franciszek Maria Lanci, który miał go ukształtować w latach 1839-1845. Dzięki współpracy właściciela i architekta powstał pierwszy na ziemiach polskich pałac w stylu mauretańskim. Piętrowy, nieregularny i malowniczy, został urozmaicony kwadratową wieżą nakrytą cebulastym hełmem; podobny hełm nakrywa ryzalit środkowy w elewacji frontowej. Nad gzymsem architekt zaprojektował ażurową ściankę o arkadkowych prześwitach, a wąskie okna zostały zamknięte podkowiastymi łukami.
Przebudowane wnętrza pałacu ozdobiono detalami i wzorami wschodnimi. Ściany i stropy zostały pokryte zawiłym wzorem sztukaterii naśladujących wzory mauretańskie. Również stolarkę wnętrz – schody, balustrady i drzwi – ozdobiły motywy orientalne. Zachowane i odnowione wnętrza sal pałacowych, zwłaszcza dekorowana arabeskowym wzorem sala balowa, przypominają scenerię z baśni tysiąca i jednej nocy.
Pałac otacza rozległy park krajobrazowy, założony w XIX w., w którym znajduje się m.in. neogotycka oficyna i stajnia z czterokolumnowym portykiem.
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Osiek
Mansion
Several kilometres south of Oświecim, the village of Osiek is found in the records as early as 1278. This village within the Oświęcim Princedom was purchased in 1457 by King Kazimierz Jagiellończyk, who needed it for a lending deposit. This is how in 1504 Osiek was transferred to Baltazar Dębowski. Afterwards the village changed hands many times. In the 18th century it belonged to the Branicki family, who then sold it to Karol Wacław Larisch in 1784. His son, Karol Józef Larisch, inherited the estate, and in 1867 it became the property of Stanisław Dunin-Borkowski.
When Borkowski died, Osiek was purchased by Oskar Rudziński (1885), who led the estate to its golden age. During the second world war, the Rudzińskis were forced to abandon Osiek, and in 1945 the property was taken over by the State. In 2000, the palace was returned to Oskar’s heir, Maciej Rudziński.
The small fortification in Osiek was first mentioned in 1672, but there must have been an earlier manor here before that. The first mansion was built towards the end of the 18th century by Karol Wacław Larisch, rebuilt in Oriental (Moorish) style by his son, Karol Józef Larisch. The remodelling, carried out between 1839 and 1845, is attributed to Francesco Maria Lanci. The collaboration between the owner and the architect led to the construction of the first mansion in Moorish style throughout Poland. Two storeys high, irregular, and picturesque, the mansion received a complement of a square tower covered with an onion-shaped dome; while a similar dome covers the middle, projecting part of the front façade. Above the cornice, the architect fitted a lattice wall of arcades, and the narrow windows were enclosed within horseshoe-shaped arches.
After the remodelling, the interiors of the mansion are filled with Oriental details and patterns. The walls and ceilings are lined with elaborate stuccoes, imitating Moorish ornaments. The woodwork of the stairs, balustrades, and doors was also decorated with Oriental motifs. Preserved and restored, the mansion interiors, especially the ornate ballroom with a pattern of arabesques, evoke the Tales from the Arabian Nights.
The mansion is surrounded with a vast landscape park, planted in the 19th century, with neo-Gothic annexes and a stable with a porch supported upon four columns.
I just love these red leaves. :)
Can you tell I don't want to do housework today? I keep running outside to take pictures. But now the wind is blowing too hard and I can't get a sharp shot, so I guess I'll have to go do the dishes.
Aaron Nace is the star of his own show, but while many of us are questing for stardom all over the internet by filling out silly surveys, updating your status, and uploading home movies for the world to see, Aaron Nace is out taking amazing photographs, and that is why his star shine brighter in the cosmos of the web. He inspires us to go do it ourselves and make it interesting. Find out more at www.creativetempest.com
and grow up. It will get better. You'll pull through. He'll make sure of that.
{three hundred thirty six}
A MOC started in 2023, which just couldn't get finished properly. There was always something missing or something wrong. Two recent additions however completed it: exchanging sickly tan to more natural light nougat, and adding those huge hands to balance the character visually.
That said he's finally done and can go do his professional if slightly evil shenanigans, while I can continue making new stuff.
Tell me what you think!
Are you ready to go, do you want to go on the Wonder Bus…
The song is ended but the Melody lingers on.
120×90 cms
Pastels… not sold the original as of March 2007. not SHOWN IT either.
I have been too sick. Well. That tends to mean varieties of mad. But I am a gentle man, I am my hands were made to make and I cannot envision physically hurting someone ELSE.
I have chronic bipolar disorder… it sucks, mostly.
I don’t seem to be able to stop being too hot or too cold. I should probably get a house with air conditioning (I will just spray the conditioner I have in my bathroom up n down and all around and see if that helps.) I USED to have air conditioning at my house – I wrote on the controls in purple felt tip pen “for permed or colour treated air.”
OK well I have done all the remarkably simple tasks necessary for this morning and for me they were mammoth undertakings requiring much sweat and most of all, courage. Just have to ignore all the fear and go DO IT ALL ANYWAY.
Hm…I love the names of paints. Not the ones that they come up with for you to paint your house with. I have always thought I would be good at that though –
For your lounge “winter ferret” and for your kitchen, “happy exploding sunflower” and in your dining room, “fragrant maroon mice” with a split level in “hungry hungry hippo.”
Or not.
Real paints have names like crimson alizarin, burnt umber, spectrum yellow, French ultramarine, titanium white and cobalt blue. Somehow more real they elicit possibility like a blank white canvas or a snow-white untouched high cotton yield watercolour sheet. Like a beach without footprints or a wide green field of soft grass. At the same time they threaten to overwhelm me with their original unsullied beauty.
So, anyhoo, I sit here, naked in the cold because I choose to be, because I don’t care. I do believe, I do, that we are brilliant and unique, random, an act of somewhere silent, sliding through the world on the diamond flaws that everyone tries so hard to believe. Arbitrary, indiscriminately created, hacked open and carved from the world.
I have been remiss but that does not indicate that I have not been paying attention.
The distress abates by degrees, and by degree it returns and haunts and hurts. This is how it has always been.
I have even been up of late, yes directly up not even dysphoric. Can feel my fingers and toes tingle all day for no reason in slow waves of pleasure, hold them before my face, bend at the hip to pick lavender and put it in my pocket. Stretch strong and beautiful in the morning sun.
Just the tantalizing threads of it in my blood making me bite my cheeks and begin, once more, to push the worlds of my mind onto paper, to hold their drifting and stinging forms.
And it surges and falls like the sea, beats like wind against glass in my head. It has been a few days since I felt the irrational pleasure throb through my limbs. But ah, yes ah YES I know it will be back and soon and I will whisper to it and brush its feathers and ask it to stay stay stay.
I have been being very careful. I have not worked to the extent that I know I can, that I am pushed to and pressured in the back of my mind. I have even held back from the truth of my desires and have been making works that are gentle and lyrical. Before the storm. I have rational rationale that I must follow before I get all carried away and covered in paint inside and out. I do feel in a kind of limbo. I don’t know if this is happiness or not. I am lonely and dissatisfaction nests in my mind. Of course, of course. But limbo is better than purgatory and purgatory is better than hell. Often I feel… vague and unreal.
I stare so keenly at the moments days weeks without knowing that I am actually mad – this time, it does not possess the defining edge of reality that the very distortion and pain brings. How odd. Ridiculous.
ABSURD. And while I have this stillness, this ineptitude for subsistence there is always the star monster, world eater, inside me. It is inside us all, somewhere, elsewhere, else-when, telling us, calling to us in the night…
Don’t ever stop asking don’t ever ever stop reaching the answer to the question what is the meaning of life is the question what is the meaning of life.
Breathe the sweet breath of madness tie your mind to itself in switches and arcs of pleasure and lights and pain, in stutters and twitches and flights and bursts of colour in your vision.
We are all so bound to lucidity. To rationalism.
Ah hell. And to it we eventually return.
I wish I was my cat (the cat is dead, long live the cat!)
“I am a brother to dragons
I am a companion to owls.
My skin is black upon me.
And my bones are burned with heat.”
Ah my friends, my loving mad friends. I do so hope we all survive.
Spin through the random sky… faithless, of course. Faith in what?
Paul
Okay, so, these photos should be enough happy Allie to last y'all the year. Flickr made this quite unflattering, but I don't even care because I'm in too good of a mood.
And apparently my eyes get very squinty and I stick my tongue out slightly and just look like an overall dweeb when I'm laughing. Good to know.
You should listen because that song makes me happy.
+2 in comments because if you can't laugh at yourself, you've got a long road ahead.
Edit: Explored. I don't even know how. Thank you though.
.......or maybe he is talking to his wife on his mobile? Kilts and mobiles just don't seem to go do they?
Solaris Urbino 18 hydrogen, Solaris Bus & Coach
Autobus wodorowy, który został zaprezentowany na targach Busworld w 2023 roku, prezentuje się w rzeczywistości jak na powyższym zdjęciu. Na potrzeby targów został oklejony w taki sposób, aby upodobnić go do prezentowanego na tym samym stoisku przegubowego elektryka. Autobus różni się od egzemplarza testowanego w Kolonii chociażby silnikiem - w powyższym egzemplarzu jest to silnik centralny firmy TSA.
Pozdrowienia dla kierowcy!
EN: The hydrogen bus which was present at Busworld in 2023 actually looks like on the photo above. For the purposes of the fair, it was wrapped in such a way as to make it similar to the articulated electric bus presented at the same stand. The bus differs from the one tested in Cologne for example in its engine - in the above example it is a central engine delivered by TSA.
Greetings for the driver!
Testy i prezentacje/Tests and presentations:
2024: MPK Kraków, MPK Poznań, KM Płock, MZK Konin, MZA Warszawa, GAiT Gdańsk, MZA Warszawa (2nd time), KM Rybnik, MPK Kraków.