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Fullview of the dollhouse left.
*Update: Blogged about here: insidethebarbiecraftroom.blogspot.com/
Phase 1 is up more to come.
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Even though it is no longer the nation's official capital, Yangon – formerly Rangoon – remains Myanmar's largest and most commercially important city. Yangon is the country's largest city with a population of nearly six million. This city is a melting pot—a diversity of cultures and communities in terms of people, settlement and religions. Because it serves as the country's main entrance and seaport. Its downtown skyline is dominated by the winking wonder of Shwedagon Paya, a dazzling Buddhist temple that attracts pilgrims from all over the world. The Botataung Pagoda literally "1000 military officers" is a famous pagoda located in downtown near the Yangon river. The 40 meter high pagoda was first built by the Mon around the same time as was Shwedagon Pagoda—according to local belief, over 2500 years ago. The pagoda is hollow within, and houses what is believed to be a sacred hair of Gautama Buddha. In the second World War the pagoda was destroyed during an airforce bombing mission aimed at the nearby docks. Rebuilding started in 1948 following the original design.Since the 2010 elections, Yangon's fortunes have skyrocketed along with its land prices, as both local and foreign investors scrambled to grab a foothold here. At the same time, decades of economic stagnation are only too apparent in the city's slums, shanty housing and creaking, frequently overwhelmed infrastructure – something you'll quickly realise as you crawl into town in a taxi from the airport.
Rangoon was renamed Yangon and is no longer the capital of Myanmar but it still tolerates some of its colonial past and houses magnificent Pagoda's. Botataung pagoda is the lesser known of “the three pagodas” of Yangon. While it may not not have the flare of Shwedagon or the stature of Sule, inside its golden-leafed walls is laid a hair of the Buddha, making it a significant religious site for Buddhists. The hair and other relics can now be seen behind glass around each turn of the golden labyrinth that zig-zags around the inside of the hollow stupa. The golden image of the Buddha “Calling the Earth to witness” is enshrined in a worship hall around the main pagoda. The golden Buddha watches people meditate and take naps.
Yangon is de voormalig hoofdstad van Myanmar. Het is voor de meeste reizigers het startpunt van hun rondreis door Myanmar voor ons het eindpunt. Voor de grootste stad van het land komt Yangon relatief relaxed over. De sfeer is er gemoedelijk en het verkeer is nog lang niet zo jachtig als in de buurlanden Thailand en India. De stad grenst in het westen en zuiden aan de Yangon rivier. De stad is behoorlijk uitgestrekt. Gelukkig heb je voor een paar duizend Kyats, de munteenheid van Myanmar, een taxi of fietstaxi te pakken. Vanaf de straat is de 40 meter hoge Botataung Pagoda goed te zien. De pagode werd voor het eerst gebouwd door de Mon rond dezelfde tijd als Shwedagon Pagoda-volgens de lokale geloof, meer dan 2500 jaar geleden. In de Tweede Wereldoorlog werd de pagode verwoest tijdens een luchtmacht bombardementen missie die gericht was op de nabijgelegen haven. Herbouw begon in 1948 na het oorspronkelijke ontwerp. Integenstelling tot de meeste stupa's is deze hol van binnen. Wanneer je naar binnen ga, stuit je op een interieur dat lijkt op een doolhof van speigelglas met een hoop vitrines met Boeddhabeeldjes. In de tempel zitten verschillende gelovigen te bidden en te slapen. Het gouden beeld hierboven is de Bhumisparsha Mudra van het aanroepen van moeder-aarde tot getuige is gelegen in een adoratie hal rond de pagode. Op het terrein van de tempel verschillende verblijven voor monniken. Daarnaast is er een tweede gebedsruimte met een grote bronzen Boeddha. De tempel ligt vlak bij de haven. De haven is een mengelmoes van groot en klein, er zijn immense containerschepen, maar er zijn ook kleine houten bootjes die voor weinig geld te veel mensen naar de overkant brengen.
Luces navideñas
Feliz Navidad a todos//Merry Christmas to everyone
Sevilla (España)
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Slipping into the Pool
This vast indoor pool at Hearst Castle is just about perfect. The only thing that would have been more perfect is if I was actually inside of it! If I wasn't such an honorable guy, I would have stripped down and jumped in for a bit. It would have taken at least 15 minutes for security to get me out of there. But it would have been a sweet sweet 15 minutes. I could just say that I lost my mind for a bit...
Read more here.
Kayaking near Valdez, AK
This photo is available for print at Print Store
Los Angeles Photo Workshop on November 16th
I really need to upload more often - it's not that I'm not shooting, I think I just have too high standards for self-portraits or something. Maybe I'll upload some that didn't "make the cut" (or so to speak) over the next few days.
My life is currently a big blur of constant Photoshop work - I've been taking on commissioned retouching work and that's all I've really been doing lately. If I can get permissions sorted out I might sort out a retouching portfolio on my website, but we shall see!
THIS IS THE LONGEST DESCRIPTION OF LIFE. But there’s a reason it’s long. An important one.
You know, have you ever trusted someone and have them screw you over so badly that you just wanted to punch them in the face? Then when you muster everything inside of you to forgive them they screw up again. But for some reason you don’t give up on them. You can’t because you see something in them, something with promise. God does the same, does he not?
This may be gruesome but it’s time someone was honest.
Try to take yourself to this place. In the body of a man, an honest, innocent man being persecuted for something you didn’t do. Not only that but you sit in the garden praying to your father simply wondering how and why and wishing you didn’t have to take all this onto your own shoulders. But you know you have to. You feel the guilt of a murders, the sick amusement of a rapist, the simple dirtiness of a liar. You feel every single lie, cheat, mistake and breaking pain all through out your body. It’s like when you do something wrong and you feel sick, sore, disgusted, angry…every emotion. The same feeling but with the emotions of billions of people all set upon your own heart. So much pressuring on top of you that you are not only sweating but sweating blood.
Then you’re arrested.
Now put yourself in the place of a man chained, unable to break free. Imagine the sound of whips slicing through the air. The same air that is whispering a parody of the unjust pain you are about to feel. The whip embraces your skin but not softly, or romantically. It does not truly ‘embrace’ but gashes your flesh. Your back arks as your entire body wants to escape. Again, and again you are hit. The motion making your hands cramp with tension as they grasp for anything, anything. The heat of blood warms your skin yet quickly the pain pulsating so deeply in your core seems to tune out the warmth with a blindingly painful numbness.
Over. And over. You gasp, trying to inhale. You gasp, trying to exhale. You’re empty in your fullness of rejection that you felt from your very own father. You beg to feel him. Beg to see him. Beg to hear him. But he has turned his eyes away from you, ashamed and disgusted by the sin covering your wounded and bleeding body. He does not know you anymore and it feels nobody else does either by the mask of dirt and blood that covers you completely.
The beating stops only for a second. Then you hear the dreaded sound of the whip breaking through the air, you wait for the blow but this time you feel glass shards clutching onto the little fragment of skin that’s left and tearing. Pulling. Breaking. You cry out in agonizing pain. But not loudly. Never loudly. Over and over. Again and again. These disgusting creatures are slowly killing you yet all you can feel for them is love because the strings of hate and strings of detest that are tied to your heart are too busy being played by all the sinners dancing through your veins. Not dancing. Stomping. Kicking.
You want to leave don’t you? You want to escape out of this nightmare and this body yet you cannot. Instead you are pulled around like a doll with your skin screaming and your nerves on a constant climax of stinging pain. They laugh. They smirk. They spit in your face. They shove a crown of thorns onto your head and you feel the thorns pierce through your skin. Deeper and deeper still. Bloods pours over your eyes but it’s still not over. You are forced to carry a wooden cross with a body that’s already stolen of all strength. Yet you don’t give in or fall, you stand. You stand and you carry it with the weight making your spine feel like it’s not even intact. Like it’s not even there. The rough texture burning against your open wounds. A scream resting in the deepness of your throat. The heaviness of the world’s mistakes making a home in your lungs. You fall. They taunt. You stand, they spit. Even with a man helping you carry the cross your strength falters.
Now, now you lay against the wood. They hold a long nail in their hands. The point breaks the skin on your palm and you inhale sharply as the nail pierces through. The pain. It is unbearable. Then the other hand. The positioning of the force the nails creates causes your shoulder blades to shift into places where they should not be.
Once your feet have been nailed you are to hang there. In front of many. A supposed ‘criminal’. All of this for an innocent man who did nothing, who did not belong on that cross. Barely recognizable with the blood and dirt and spit masking you. The sin of the world masking you.
Then you say something, something unexplainable. You turn your head to your Father and say “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they do.” Luke 23:34. You have been beaten, you have been judged, you have been humiliated, you have been tortured and you have been crucified yet you ask for the forgiveness of the people that have wronged you in all of those ways.
Now that you have had an observation as to the pain Jesus went through you need to understand that this was no where near explaining the truth or the pain. Yet tell me, after reading that…would you be willing to take the place of that man?
“When you spread out your hands, I will hide My eyes from you; even though you make many prayers I will not hear. Your hands are full of blood. Wash yourselves, make yourselves clean; put away the evil of your doings from before My eyes. Cease to do evil, learn to do good; seek justice, rebuke the oppressor, defend the fatherless, plead for the widow.” Isaiah 1:15-17
Because of the stripes Jesus took on his back, because of the pain and torture he suffered we can come with our backs clean. With our hearts cleaned. With our souls saved and forgiven.
Sometimes we sugar coat that. It’s time we tried to understand it for what it really is.
(I tagged Aleah because one) she is a brilliantly amazing and talented photographer. like words cannot express. and second, her descriptions are very encouraging in God and so beautiful. She is so so beautiful.)
sending some yummy sunshine to my friend Staci to wish you a very Happy Birthday! this is my Grandma's recipe... handwritten inside an old spiral-bound paper notebook. i love how you also love things that have been passed down, especially your Grandma's, little treasures that hold a special place in your heart, as this does for me. wishing you happiness and sunshine and a fabulous birthday and year ahead my friend!! :-)
today is also my sister's birthday... a big hug and birthday wish to you, as well!! such a blessing to have you as my sister... love you L! xoxo
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playing...
I actually took this shot from the outside looking in, but upon inverting it in photoshop, it looks like a view from the inside looking out...
The University of al-Qarawiyyin or al-Karaouine (Arabic: جامعة القرويين) is a university located in Fes, Morocco. It is the oldest existing, continually operating and the first degree awarding educational institution in the world according to UNESCO and Guinness World Records and is sometimes referred to as the oldest university… The claim of the university being the oldest in the world are subject to discussions as other institutions, such as the Zaytouna mosque-school founded in 703 in Tunis, predated the founding of al-Qarawiyyin. […]
was founded… by Fatima al-Fihri, the daughter of a wealthy merchant named Mohammed Al-Fihri… Fatima and her sister Mariam, both of whom were well educated, inherited a large amount of money from their father. Fatima vowed to spend her entire inheritance on the construction of a mosque suitable for her community. (Source: Wikipedia)
borgo san lorenzo, rachele, 2012
" quando ritornò in sé da quello sbigottimento, non sapeva raccapezzarsi, nemmeno lui, in che mondo si fosse; intorno a sé c’era da ogni parte un gran buio: ma un buio cosí nero e profondo, che gli pareva di essere entrato col capo in un calamaio pieno d’inchiostro "
carlo collodi , le avventure di pinocchio
"I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world.” ~ Mother Teresa of Calcutta.
Florabella Retro Vintage action and Florabella Allure (warm) texture.
One of the views inside the Wilderness Lodge lobby at Christmas time in Disney World.
Reached Explore December 22th, 2011 at #263. Thanks everyone!
Presenting my biggest build that was exhibited at #brickfair Virginia.
More detailed shots coming soon - stay tuned! :) Each building, including the tower, have interiors.
This photo was taken a week before BrickFair, and I then added / tweaked some details. The upcoming shots will show some new things.
Pra começar uma terça bem doce: feltro com açúcar!
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odc - encourangement
it should have been my 63/365, but - it is not
Salute to everyone doing a 365 and actually keeping at it.
I made two resolutions this new years' eve.
To exercise and to make a photo every day.
I haven't done well on ODC last month, and i worked out like, 15 days on and off of the last 60 ...
I just had to take ODC topic for today as a SIGN!
This is the elastic band / theraband i must use to exercise at home. and. it just sits there. folded :|
Good luck everyone. I'll do better this month!
For June I want to work on food photography so get ready. I had some leftover roasted vegetables and heated them up in some vegetable broth then cracked some eggs and let them poach in the broth. Added a little fresh basil, salt and pepper and ta-da, breakfast is served.
I am totally open to suggestions for any ways to improve my food shots.
Back after a 'girlie' get together with a genuine lady friend. Wine. Food. Conversation about fashion, life, work and men.....
Just before i stepped out the hotel room door to go out to a club, crap pix on mobile, but i forgot my 'proper' camera
I've decided to stop adding the date to all of these pictures because they're clearly completely off, haha.
Anyways, two days ago I celebrated one of my best friend's 20th birthday! My friend, Claire, and I drove to my friend Dawning's house to celebrate her birthday! We baked cookies (as shown above), and played tons of games like Bananagrams, Life, Clue, and Sorry! :) We also watched Monsters, Inc. :D It was a really fun day spent at home!
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Oh, and I got tagged to post 10 things I wish I could say to people right now:
01. I wish we could still be close, but I really don't know if we have anything in common anymore.
02. I don't understand why you complain to me about things that other people do, and then you go off and do the same things with your boyfriend right in front of me. It gets really frustrating.
03. Stop complaining that you're fat. You're not. You're skinny and you're gorgeous and I would kill to look just like you.
04. I don't like it when we hang out together along with other people because sometimes you ignore me and I feel really left out.
05. You think you can just keep picking on people like it's no big deal, but that's not true. What you say really hurts people, including me. I can usually tolerate people, but that one day you REALLY burst my bubble, and I can never, ever forgive you.
06. I am REALLY tired of you being so overprotective over me and how you are so restricting. I'm almost 20 years old and you still treat me like I'm a child. Stop trying to control my life.
07. You're a dick and I don't know why my friend thinks you're awesome. I was completely turned off the first time I met you.
08. I have a really great time with you when it's just you and me, but when we hang out together along with other people, you act different and it kind of turns me off. I wish you could act the same way you act with me, but you try to impress them and it's not what I really see in you.
09. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. The end.
10. You're my BFF and I really wish you would come home for the summer, but you're not ;(
TAG, you're it!
There was a time when Cleveland was a worldwide industrial powerhouse, and the likes of Andrew Carnegie an Mark Hanna did their banking at the Cleveland Trust Company. The bank disappeared many years ago, and its palatial main downtown office sat vacant and in disrepair. Recently this iconic space was re-born as a downtown supermarket. The rotunda now offers shoppers an unusual space for relaxing and a quick (not to mention tasty) lunch.
Part of my ongoing Portrait of a City project.
Cleveland, OH USA
I'm a member of a strobist group of french photographers: www.strobi.fr and the theme this month was 'Perdu', which means 'Lost'.
As soon as I knew the theme, it reminded me of the great movie 'Lost in translation'. And so this is an image inspired by the visual aspect of several scenes from this movie.
Thanks a lot to Elodie.
Check out the other members' ideas on this theme and follow us to be sure not to miss next month's pictures!
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Je fais partie d'un collectif de "strobeurs" français sur www.strobi.fr et le thème du mois était "Perdu".
Dès que j'ai su le thème, ça m'a fait penser à "lost in translation". Cette image est donc directement inspirée des visuels de certaines scènes du film où les personnages sont à l'intérieur, le regard perdu sur la ville au dehors.
Grand merci à Elodie.
Allez voir les idées des autres membres sur ce thème et suivez nous pour ne pas manquer les images du mois prochain !
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Strobist:
Cactus V5s
- Ambiant light from the city
- 1 LP160 @ 1/64th, 3CTO into a 'home made barebulb adapter' to make the light look like a small lamp.
Canon EOS 5DmkII with EF 50mm f/1.4 @ 0.8th sec; f/1.4; iso800.
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