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Direkt vor unserer Haustür wohnt eine junge Meisenfamilie - und die Eltern schleppen unzählige Male am Tag kleine Würmchen, Spinnen und Käfer für ihren Nachwuchs herbei.👍
You can count on the bees to carry on pollination whether rain or shine, lockdowns or no lockdowns...we should forever be grateful to them for no bees means no food and no food means no humans.
The global honey bee population is in dramatic decline. Climate change, intensive agricultural practices, such as monoculture (growing the same crop year after year), and using pesticides, are damaging wildlife and the environment, including bees.
Albert Einstein famously said: "If the bee disappeared off the surface of the globe, then man would only have four years of life left. No more bees, no more pollination, no more plants, no more animals, no more man."
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MYANMAR, Burma- Straßenbau - Frauenarbeit bei fast 40 Grad Cel. Auch hier sind Frauen extrem fleißig und werden auch für klassische Männerarbeiten eingesetzt.
MYANMAR, Burma road construction - women's work at almost 40 degrees Cel. Here, too, women are extremely hardworking and are also used for classic men's work.
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Paris La Défense – Façade du CNIT
youtu.be/ZuxucB-W1rk (Ella Henderson – 2014)
We met this cook early in the morning a year ago in the Spice Market in Old Delhi. He had been working from early hours of night preparing food for his villagers who were unloading the spice lorries.
So this hand belongs to my beautiful wife, who, like the many around the world, remain to be the hub of the family.
Here, she manages to capture a minute's worth of practice, playing her music, before attending to the many wonderful things she does for myself and the children...
COVID killed my travel schedule, and politics brought to mind these interesting birds that make a leaving stealing food from hardworking species like boobies, tropic birds, and each other. Galapagos, Ecuador. Breeding male, inflated sac
Die letzten Weihnachtsgeschenke müssen hergestellt oder gekauft werden.Nun mal fleißig an die Arbeit :-)
The last Christmas presents have to be made or bought, so let's get down to business :-)
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Stunning terraced rice field guaranteed to Wake Your Wanderlust! Located in northern Vietnam, Mu Cang Chai is a mountainous area with mesmerizing terraced rice fields. Mu Cang Chai is located next to the Hoang Lien Son Range
Terraced rice field is one of the specialties in Mu Cang Chai's harvest season. It's a giant terraced rice field on the mountain. The vivid picture of the vast rice fields and the enchanting terraced rice fields
Terraced fields are the special beauty of Vietnam, and voted as one of the top 30 most beautiful destinations in the world.
Terraced fields are an important feature of the farming and cultivation culture of Mu Cang Chai's people in particular, and mountainous people in Vietnam in general. Due to the blessings of nature and the hardworking spirit of local people, the mountain's terraced fields are not only majestic in terms of their beauty, but the reason behind the prosperity enjoyed by the local people.
You will certainly never forget the moment you see the long hillsides, the golden and immense terraced fields of ripe rice.
The yellow color of the terraces dotted with wildflowers blooming on the hillside or along the edges of the field makes the picture more splendid. You will be immersed in the beautiful and majestic natural scenery and in the bustling seasonal atmosphere of the people here.
Leyenda sobre la Torre de Hércules – Gerión
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Cuenta la leyenda que hace muchos, muchísimos años, existió un malvado gigante que tenía atemorizados a los habitantes de un bello país. No le bastaba con tomar, para él, la parte de las cosechas que necesitaba para su sustento, sino que, además, acostumbraba a arrasar el resto.
Sus correrías habían sumido en la más absoluta miseria a los esforzados campesinos que morían de hambre o a manos de aquella terrible criatura cuando, desquiciados, osaban oponerse a él. Aquellas pobres gentes, hartas de sufrir las fechorías del despiadado ogro, pidieron ayuda al Dios Hércules quien acudió a socorrerles.
Aunque era un Dios, no fue una empresa fácil para Hércules enfrentarse a Gerión (así se llamaba aquel gigante), quien poseía toda la fuerza que es capaz de acumular la maldad. Durante muchos días se enfrentaron sin que la lucha pareciese tener fin. La tierra temblaba ante el embate de los dos colosos. En varias ocasiones pareció que alguno de los contendientes había llegado al límite de sus fuerzas pero, empujados por misteriosas energías, se recuperaban y la lucha seguía con mayor ferocidad aún. Hércules, finalmente, se impuso a Gerión; una vez abatido el gigante le cortó la cabeza y lo sepultó bajo una gran torre. Esta construcción, desafiando al tiempo, ha perdurado hasta nuestros días como símbolo e identidad de una gran ciudad, A Coruña.
Esto es, dicho a mi manera, lo que cuenta la leyenda. Quizás por ser leyenda y porque me parece que los gigantes también tienen corazón, pienso que la historia muy bien podría haber ocurrido de este otro modo:
Hace mucho, mucho tiempo…
Las pocas casas que aun estaban en pie eran presa de las llamas. Los habitantes del pueblo, que no habían perecido en el ataque, corrían despavoridos buscando un lugar donde ocultarse de aquellos malhechores y sobre todo de su jefe, el gigante Gerión. Este, veía correr a la pobre gente que, desde su altura, le parecían conejos asustados en busca de una madriguera y sonreía divertido ante el terror que causaba. Mientras tanto, el resto de aquellos bandidos se dedicaban a los más sórdidos actos de pillaje.
En la vida de Gerión era tan sólo un día más y esos actos vandálicos formaban parte de su rutina cotidiana. Desde que nació había sido diferente. Su rápido desarrollo fue motivo para que la gente, primero, se riese de él y poco después empezase a temerle. La falta de cariño le convirtió en un ser rencoroso y su mísera infancia alimentó su desprecio hacía el resto del mundo. Creció de forma desmesurada hasta convertirse en un gigante a quien nadie podía hacer frente. Su existencia pasaba por ser la crónica de tristes y devastadores sucesos en los que, él, era el gran protagonista. Hacía ya muchos años que se dedicaba a sembrar el terror por doquier, arrasando todo lo que encontraba a su paso. Su fama y el temor que despertaba era tal que la gente se estremecía solo con oír su nombre.
Después de su última fechoría y de haber disfrutado del botín de la misma, Gerión ordenó a sus hombres que se preparasen para ponerse en camino. Buscarían un nuevo lugar en el que seguir engrandeciendo su leyenda.
Así, llegaron a un país de bosques tan espesos que apenas dejaban pasar la luz. La vegetación era tan exuberante que apenas había caminos. Los montes llegaban al mar, formando abruptos acantilados y sus moradores vivían en dispersas aldeas. Gerión había oído hablar de una tierra como aquella en la que también, se decía, habitaban hadas y meigas. Al instante, quedó cautivado por aquel lugar. Sus ansias de lucha y de saqueo se evaporaron, como si nunca hubiesen estado en él. Por ello avisó a sus acompañantes para que, en forma alguna, atentasen contra aquella tierra o sus habitantes.
Aquellos bandidos, interpretaron las palabras del gigante como un signo de debilidad y lejos de obedecerle decidieron rebelarse contra él. Aprovecharon para atacarle mientras dormía y, aunque le hirieron gravemente, la fortaleza de Gerión era tan grande que se repuso lo suficiente para acabar con sus antiguos camaradas de fechorías.
Tumbado en el bosque, en estado febril por las heridas recibidas, Gerión, pensó que deliraba cuando oyó las voces de las dos mujeres. Se trataba de dos hermosas meigas (¿quién dice que las meigas no pueden ser hermosas y buenas?) que informaron a Gerión de que sus días en la tierra estaban llegando a su fin. También le ofrecieron un deseo cada una, pero con la condición de que para que estos se cumpliesen el gigante debería mostrarse antes verdaderamente arrepentido de la vida que había llevado. Gerión aceptó y pasó sus últimos días subiendo a las cimas más elevadas de aquel territorio. Sentado en lo más alto, ahíto con la belleza del paisaje, lloraba y lloraba, arrepentido de los muchos pecados que había cometido. Tantas eran sus lágrimas que, al desprenderse por las montañas, iban abriendo surcos en las mismas, formando ríos que, en su encuentro con el mar, moldeaban la costa con rincones maravillosos.
Las meigas entendieron que el arrepentimiento de Gerión era real y decidieron concederle sus deseos. Gerión, ya moribundo, pidió a estas que su cuerpo, que tanta maldad había contenido, fuese enterrado junto al mar y sobre su tumba se edificase una torre que le impidiese volver a salir a la luz. Su segundo deseo fue que su espíritu pudiese volar, libremente, acompañando a las aves.
Cuentan que las meigas pidieron ayuda a Hércules para enterrar a Gerión y construir la torre, junto al mar. También dicen que, acompañando a cualquier ave de las que surcan los cielos de Galicia, si lo intentamos, podremos identificar el espíritu de Gerión que, incansable, vigila aquella tierra de la que sigue enamorado, aun, en el más allá.
Matías Ortega Carmona
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Legend has it that many, many years ago, there was an evil giant who had the inhabitants of a beautiful country frightened. It was not enough for him to take, for himself, the part of the crops that he needed for his sustenance, but also, he used to destroy the rest.
His escapades had plunged the hardworking peasants who died of hunger or at the hands of that terrible creature into the most absolute misery when, mad, they dared to oppose him. Those poor people, tired of suffering the misdeeds of the ruthless ogre, asked the God Hercules for help, who came to their aid.
Although he was a God, it was not an easy task for Hercules to face Geryon (that giant was called), who possessed all the strength that evil is capable of accumulating. For many days they faced each other without the fight seeming to have an end. The earth trembled before the attack of the two colossi. On several occasions it seemed that some of the contenders had reached the limit of their strength but, pushed by mysterious energies, they recovered and the fight continued with even greater ferocity. Hercules finally prevailed over Geryon; Once he was down, the giant cut off his head and buried him under a great tower. This construction, defying time, has lasted to this day as a symbol and identity of a great city, A Coruña.
This is, said in my way, what the legend tells. Perhaps because it is a legend and because it seems to me that giants also have hearts, I think that the story could very well have happened in this other way:
A long long time ago…
The few houses that were still standing were in flames. The inhabitants of the town, who had not perished in the attack, ran terrified looking for a place to hide from those criminals and especially from their leader, the giant Geryon. This one, he saw the poor people running who, from his height, looked like frightened rabbits in search of a burrow and he smiled amused at the terror they caused. Meanwhile, the rest of those bandits engaged in the most sordid acts of pillage.
In Geryon's life it was just another day and such vandalism was part of his daily routine. Ever since he was born he had been different. His rapid development caused people to first laugh at him and soon after start to fear him. His lack of affection made him resentful and his miserable childhood fueled his contempt for the rest of the world. He grew inordinately until he became a giant that no one could face. His existence was considered to be the chronicle of sad and devastating events in which he was the main protagonist. For many years he had dedicated himself to sowing terror everywhere, destroying everything he found in his path. His fame and the fear he aroused was such that people shuddered just hearing his name.
After his last misdeed and having enjoyed the spoils of it, Geryon ordered his men to prepare to set out. They would look for a new place in which to continue magnifying his legend.
Thus, they arrived in a country with forests so thick that they barely let in the light. The vegetation was so lush that there were hardly any paths. The mountains reached the sea, forming steep cliffs and their inhabitants lived in scattered villages. Geryon had heard of a land like that in which, it was said, fairies and witches also lived. Instantly, he was captivated by that place. His urge to fight and plunder evaporated, as if they had never been in him. For this reason, he warned his companions so that, in no way, they attacked that land or its inhabitants.
Those bandits interpreted the giant's words as a sign of weakness and far from obeying him, they decided to rebel against him. They took the opportunity to attack him while he slept, and although they seriously wounded him, Geryon's strength was so great that he recovered enough to finish off his former comrades-in-deed.
Lying in the woods, feverish from his wounds, Geryon thought he was delirious when he heard the voices of the two women. It involved two beautiful witches (who says witches can't be beautiful and good?) who informed Geryon that his days on earth were coming to an end. They also offered him one wish each, but on the condition that in order for these to be fulfilled, the giant must first show himself to be truly sorry for the life he had led. Geryon accepted and spent his last days climbing to the highest peaks of that territory. Sitting on the top, overwhelmed with the beauty of the landscape, he cried and cried, repentant of the many sins he had committed. So many were his tears that, as they fell from the mountains, they opened furrows in them, forming rivers that, in their encounter with the sea, shaped the coast with wonderful corners.
The meigas understood that he regrets
Matías Ortega Carmona
Bardzo pracowity dzięciołek. Coś wydłubywał z tej gałęzi (albo rzeźbił) bo to trwało chyba ok. 1/2 godziny jego krzątanie. Ja poszedłem w pola a jak wracałem to on dalej pracował. /
Very busy Woodpecker. Something he was picking up from this branch (or carves) because it probably took about half an hour of his working. I went on the fields and as I returned he continued to work.