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Power, ownership, intent, determination, this Leopard certainly possesses all these attributes. And whilst the brutal reality of life in the bush might not be to everyone's taste, the killing and eating of prey like this Impala, is an absolute necessity for the Leopard to survive. This Impala had been dead for at least two days, and had been hung in a tree, before the Leopard decided to move it to a safer location as the rising sun promised a very hot day ahead.
Almonaster la Real es un pueblo situado en el centro del Parque Natural de la Sierra de Aracena y los Picos de Aroche, uno de los espacios protegidos más importantes de la Comunidad y que ocupa todo el norte de la provincia con sus dehesas y pequeñas elevaciones cubiertas, predominantemente, de bosques de encinas, alcornoques, castaños y monte bajo, por donde cursan numerosos arroyos, conformando un paisaje de extraordinaria belleza y atractivo.
Almonaster la Real limita al Norte con Cortegana y Jabugo; al Este, con Sta. Ana la Real, Alájar y Aracena; al Oeste, con Cortegana, Aroche y el Cerro del Andévalo; al Sur, con El Campillo, Zalamea, El Cerro y Cortegana.
El casco urbano de Almonaster la Real, declarado Bien de Interés Cultural, es un claro ejemplo de la arquitectura de la zona y un núcleo recogido, limpio y cuidado que se ubica al pie de su castillo y de la Iglesia- Mezquita de Ntra. Sra. de la Concepción (también catalogado como BIC) . En el mismo recinto se encuentra la plaza de toros, situada dentro del castillo. Otros bienes catalogados del municipio de Almonaster la Real son la Iglesia parroquial de S. Martín y la Ermita de Santa Eulalia.
Las tierras del extenso término de Almonaster la Real muestran huellas y restos materiales de la presencia de pobladores desde épocas muy remotas, como lo atestiguan los múltiples restos arqueológicos localizados en su municipio. Los orígenes de Almonaster son romanos. De esta época son los capiteles, fustes y un ara funeraria encontrados en los alrededores de las ruinas del castillo que se asienta sobre unos muros de fabricación latina.
En el siglo VII en época visigoda, la población se relaciona con un establecimiento religioso, y se construye la basílica monasterio, sobre la que se asentará la futura mezquita musulmana. Pero hasta el primer tercio del siglo IX no encontraron la primera cita escrita de Almonaster la Real, dada por el geógrafo musulmán Abu Ubaid al Bakri, durante el emirato de Hakarri B. Hisam. Probablemente, el topónimo actual de Almonaster deriva del vocablo al-Munastír, como en el lenguaje hispanomusulmán se denominaba a los viejos monasterios cristianos.
En torno a la primera mitad del siglo XIII las poblaciones más occidentales de Sierra Morena son reconquistadas por las incursiones de Órdenes militares portuguesas, durante el reinado de don Sancho de Portugal, no llegándose a la repoblación. Durante el reinado de Alfonso X, en 1279, Almonaster la Real junto con Zalamea, fueron donadas a la mitra arzobispal de Sevilla a cambio de la Puebla de Cazalla, merced confirmada por Sancho IV en 1286. Habría que pensar que fue por motivos de «unión geográfica y la vocación populacionista» la causa de este trueque, al ser Almonaster y Zalamea extremos, pero no fronterizos con Portugal». (Pérez-Embid Wamba 1986; 246.). Al prelado hispalense don Juan Sánchez se le atribuye la repoblación de Almonaster la Real.
La mayor parte de los habitantes de la Sierra de Huelva se concentraba en la villa y en numerosos pagos o alquerías diseminados por su geografía. En 1333, el Concejo de Sevilla pretendió crear cerca de la villa, denominada Valencia, segregándola para ello una parte del término e impidiendo la entrada en el mismo a los vecinos de Almonaster que no quisiesen poblar el nuevo lugar, lo cual motivó el despoblamiento de esta. Sin embargo, el proyecto no llegó s consolidarse y la nueva población desapareció.
A finales del siglo XVI Felipe II, para paliar su bancarrota económica, pide autorización para enajenar bienes patrimoniales de la Iglesia. Así, en 1579, el papa Gregorio XIII le concede una bula por la que las villas de Almonaster, Zalamea y otras se incorporan a la Corona. Felipe II cedió sus derechos sobre la villa a Nicolás de Grinaldo, príncipe de Salerno, por unas deudas contraídas con la Corona, que a su vez intentó vender su jurisdicción al Marqués de la Algaba, pero los vecinos interceden ante el rey para que la villa permaneciese de realengo, sufragando sus habitantes lo solicitado por éste. El 10 de mayo de 1583 Almonaster quedó de realengo, formando parte del antiguo Reino de Sevilla y añadiendo «la Real» a su topónimo.
Entre los siglos XVII-XVIII la actividad de la población se basa en la agricultura, ganadería y en tareas forestales, como la producción de carbón y ciscos vegetales. El crecimiento demográfico producido a partir del siglo XVIII al que no es ajeno Almonaster, obliga a sus vecinos a roturar nuevas tierras de labor en un término con escasos terrenos fértiles para ello, por lo que entran en numerosos litigios y conflictos de deslindes con las poblaciones colindantes.
A mediados del siglo XVIII Almonaster vuelve a perder su jurisdicción y también los propios, y pasa a ser villa de señorío, perteneciendo a don Gregorio del Valle Clavijo, conde de Villa Santa Ana. Vuelve a recobrar su jurisdicción en 1792, tras un largo pleito con el citado conde y haber depositado 22.000 ducados en las arcas de la Corona.
A partir de la segunda mitad del siglo XIX la población y tierras de Almonaster conocerán una importante trasformación económica con el desarrollo de la actividad minera basada en la explotación del cobre y manganeso. Esta provocará un aumento de la población y la creación de numerosos núcleos de poblamiento. La floreciente actividad alcanzará su auge en los años veinte del presente siglo, y traerá consigo conflictos con los ganaderos y agricultores, a causa del envenenamiento de los ríos y ocupaciones de tierras. Pero los avatares del mercado internacional obligarán al cierre de las minas, al obtenerse el producto más barato en otros países. Actualmente, Almonaster vuelve a ser un núcleo rural que basa su economía en el sector agropecuario. (Andalucía Rústica)
What you hear in the audio, is a National Guard Jet, being scrambled from Grand Junction, Colorado.
Its intent; to overwhelm a Targeted Individual (Me), a United States Citizen, on American soil. To get a true depth of the intensity, put on a pair of headphones and listen. I did not increase the gain, in the audio.
The 1st thing you hear, is me asking Koda, if he wanted to stay in. I was gathering my Half-wit Documentation Devices, before stepping out of our motorhome. This was 8:45 pm, 7-31-22. It was still light outside. I was bringing in our solar panels. I cut 1 minute 40 seconds, from the beginning, while I gathered my gear. I was outside when I said “They’ve been waiting all day for that”.
You can hear me ask Koda, if he wanted to stay in. He gave me the, Fuck Yes, Dad Look. He knew what to expect. Those involved in Gang Stalking (Domestic Terrorism), wait for this very moment. They will seize upon it; harassing Koda, and I, as I bring the panels daily. Sometimes they will use kids, motorcycles, remote toy cars, ATVs, vehicles; anything to generate a lot of noise. The noise and Village Idiot presence, are part of the Psyops; intended to overwhelm a target. These conspired acts are repeated day, after day. This, along with attacks from Direct Energy Weapons; will often push a Targeted Individual over the edge. The Target having nowhere to turn to, in the United States of America. This stimuli, just happened to be a National Guard Jet; scrambling from their Grand Junction, Base.
The base is only about 25 miles, by road. A lot less, in statute miles (by air). It only took the pilot a couple of minutes to get here. I had the Half-wit Documentation Device, setting by a window. I walked around the back of the motorhome, to gather my panels. I heard the Sonic Boom (about 40 seconds into the audio). It may have been covered by my voice a bit. I thought it was thunder at first. The Jet dove, directly at and over, our motorhome. You can hear it overwhelm, my voice. You can also hear me, not getting worked up over it. This has happened so many times, Koda and I expect it. It happened in Arizona, and Wyoming too. Even, a couple of times in California. This base just happens to be closer to our camp. It also shows I, like other Targets, am under 24 hour illegal surveillance.
Ask yourself; how many veterans, United States Citizens, will be overwhelmed by this? Is this why we need 880 billion, in Defense Spending?
Combine this, with daily doses, of continued noise, harassment, Direct Energy Attacks, and sleep deprivation. Combine this, with parents, using and teaching their children, to do the same. Combine this, with Law Enforcement turning their backs on you. Combine this, with medical and administrative staff; gaslighting, hatefully and vindictively, harassing you, preventing or intellectually delaying you from authorized care. Combine this, with career legislators, ignoring your plees, as they fill their coffers with riches. All of this happens to Targeted Individuals, in the United States of America, EVERY FUCKING DAY! This is Gang Stalking (Domestic Terrorism).
You won't hear CIA Director, William Burns, talk of this during his televised interviews. While, unknowing United States Citizens, are being used as test subjects, in the refinement of Direct Energy Weapons.
You won't hear this from FBI Director, Christopher Wray, as he criticizes other Nation for doing the same.
You won’t hear this from Secretary of Veteran’s Affairs Denis McDonough. As veterans lay dying, waiting for vile, vindictive, medical and administrative staff; to provide the care they were promised. You won't hear this from president after president; as they send our men and women to war. Then, turns their backs on us, when in need.
This is the Real United States of America! Don’t let anyone, I mean anyone, tell you different.
I don’t want your pity, your money, or fame. I want you to know the truth about what we call Leadership, or lack of. I want you to know what actually happens to Veterans, Citizens; that dare to speak out against the monstrosities, committed daily, by our government agencies. I am a Patriot. I love this country. I hate what the controlling powers are doing to it, and its people. Knowledge, Truth and Exposure are powerful tools. Expose the Truth!
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Explored October 24, 2009 - #387
Still playing around with images left over from our May trip to Yellowstone....we watched this guy for quite some time as he grazed in & around the woods not far from the Hellroaring trailhead. He eventually meandered out into the open and was not a bit disturbed or interested in the crowd he had attracted other than to lift his head every so often and look at the spectators. He was much more intent on feeding after emerging from his winter hibernation.
Pleasure that is obtained by unreasonable and unsuitable cost, must always end in pain.
Samuel Johnson
La estatua ecuestre de Carlos III, considerado popularmente como el mejor alcalde de Madrid, está situada en la Puerta del Sol. Es una reproducción en bronce de Miguel Ángel Rodríguez y Eduardo Zancada de una obra de Juan Pascual de Mena conservada en la Real Academia de Bellas Artes de San Fernando.
La marca Tío Pepe fue registrada por vez primera en 1888, aunque ya por entonces era conocida y respetada por los exportadores, sobre todo del Reino Unido.
El prestigio del fino “Tío Pepe” fue creciendo hasta que en la tercera década del siglo XX tuvo una expansión inusitada, contribuyendo a ello el ingenio creativo de Luis Pérez Solero, quien en 1935 vistió la botella con chaquetilla roja y sombrero, creando el icono publicitario que hoy es el símbolo de la empresa.
En el año 1935 se solicita el anuncio luminoso de La Puerta del Sol. En un principio no se utiliza el logotipo del Tío Pepe, sino una copa apoyada en la letra G de González Byass y el lema “Vinos Jerez Coñac”. Años después se repara el anuncio y se cambia su diseño por el que podemos ver hoy en día. Desde 1975 se han sucedido diversos intentos de regular la publicidad en la Puerta del Sol quitando los anuncios luminosos que alojaba.
Por unas razones u otras el anuncio de González Byass, el Tío Pepe, ha sobrevivido a estos intentos, por ser considerado parte importante del paisaje de la Puerta del Sol.
En 2009, se declara por el ayuntamiento como patrimonio histórico de los madrileños.
One of a series of photographs taken in and around Bristol city centre on December 21st 2017 showing the hubbub of the evening, Christmas shopping and commuters.
Of the two girls, one is checking her phone but the other is seemingly fixated on candy floss though I'm sure it was something else that is catching her eye.
While searching the high bluffs and tree line with the river to my back I saw this eagle launch from a large tree diving towards the river. Nearly overhead I was able to get a series of photos with this being one of the best. My camera EXIF says 28.2 meters (about 92.5 feet). Only a little crop on this, it shows the war-bird image so often associated with eagles. Truly a lucky photo on my part as I was about to leave this location. Sometimes it pays to wait a few minutes and let nature find our camera.
Common Name: American Bald Eagle
Scientific Name: Haliaeetus leucocephalus
Location: Minnesota, USA
Date: March
Status: wild
This is the same American Red Tailed Hawk that I posted a few days ago. It is looking intently at a flock of crows in a tree about ¼ of a mile away. Apparently, like my dad, this hawk is a native of Jamaica, hence its Latin name Buteo jamaicensis. Like a lot of Jamaicans it is extremely fast, reaching 120 mph in a dive, but does it like Reggae too. In the original size I can see an outline of my reflection in the eye of this bird. Their vision is remarkable too and also binocular…
See, not just silly, but informative too…
Si , Torre de´s cap Jueu , nada de piratas!
Jaja
Bueno, pues despues de probar varios encuadres...decidí quedarme con este..
Despues de esperar un rato después del atardecer , el cielo no ayudaba mucho, asi que decidimos esperar un poco.
Al final esta es la unica que se salva un poco, el cielo no estaba por la labor...(cuando llegamos al coche desaparecieron las nubes , murphy cabrón)
La luna estaba casi cenital, pero el pegote de nubes ayudó a que la luz estubiera mas difuminada, aun así la torre estaba sin luz , asi que foco de leds desde la parte izquierda y subido a una piedra para intentar proyectar pocas sombras...!
Y despúes del tostón ese es el resultado!!
:))
This beast is a Tomato Hornworm Manduca quinquemaculata. And I use the word 'beast" with intent. I found this guy in the garden on, of course, a tomato plant. He had completely stripped one entire branch and started eating a small tomato. My sons and I captured it in a tupperware container and I placed the partially eaten tomato and 10 leaves in there. The next morning the leaves and the entire tomato were gone. What a pig.
There is another photo of him here
Felon shoves his way between the front seats. He wants to take over the driving chores from my wife. We are returning home after two nights in a hotel following the loss of all water and power delivery to our home in Central Texas during a record winter storm that resulted in a low temp of 7 degrees F with snow, sleet, and freezing rain.
Este pequeño pueblo situado junto al Círculo Polar Ártico es el punto de partida para intentar avistar ballenas en la Bahía de Skjálfandi.
Doing my best to harmonize colors under terrible room lighting... Boring but uncovering much needed information
Whale watching at Brier Island, Nova Scotia. Boats must stay 100m from the whales, unless the whales want to get closer. :-)
Intent de 2 de 8 sense folre de la CVXV a Santa Úrsula. A la foto s'aprecia com el terç del castell "se'n va" de la torre.
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A Black-Crowned Night Heron (Nycticorax nycticorax) in nuptial plumage is caught fishing at sunrise on a North Park, Colorado pond.
when my stove-top coffee maker is better than I am?
Wilderness Triptych.
Coffee on metal.
Coffee Pot.
2013.
In addition to the juvenile great blue heron, there was also a snowy egret right below me. Also intent on what it was doing. Apparently this is a great fishing spot.
Snowy Egret (Egretta thula)
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THE FASHION TELLER: MURDER, My Sweet
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SCENE 12: The Murderous Misfits
The scene across the room sent a shiver down my spine...The Deadly Ladies had me in their sights...watching me intently with wicked smiles planted on their porcelain faces. Wicca, The Black Queen and her "black" minions are known and feared throughout the city. They are tough, mysterious, dangerous and oh so sexy. They will kill you with a smile...but they do it in style.
They may look very sultry and serene; however, admire a little longer and you'll be dead on the scene. They kill with fierce passion...not leaving anything to the imagination. Keep them company for awhile...before you die with a smile.
CAST & OUTFITS:
Linnda Scofield: SoliDea FoliEs - Noir1 Outfit
Wicca Merlin: SoliDea FoliEs - Lust
Falbala Fairey: SoliDea FoliEs - Waves
(Jewelry: Finesmith)
PHOTOGRAPHER:
Natzuka Miliandrovic
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Intento aprender cosas nuevas cada día, y a veces aprendo algo que me hace pensar que si hubiese sabido cómo hacer esto hace un tiempo tal foto me quedaría mucho mejor.. Esto es lo que me acaba de pasar, he retocado una foto relativamente nueva, y me gusta más como queda.
Ahora tengo dos opciones, o cambio la antigua, o pongo esta como nueva. Escojo la segunda opción, porque aunque son prácticamente iguales las he trabajado de forma distinta y desde cero, así que, para mí, es un trabajo nuevo.
Espero que entendáis lo que quiero decir, a quien le parezca bien pues estupendo y quien piense que estoy repitiendo una foto… pues lo lamento, pero es mi foto y mi decisión….
A las tres de la mañana, a esa vieja puta que es el mundo se le han descascarado los colores alegres, y se ve que le falta la nariz y que tiene un ojo de cristal. La alegría se ahueca y se resquebraja, como en el castillo de Poe, cercado por la Muerte Roja. El horror se diluye en el aburrimiento.
El amor es un sueño.
S.K.
At three in the morning the gaudy paint is off that old whore, the world, and she has no nose and a glass eye. Gaiety becomes hollow and brittle, as in Poe's castle surrounded by the Red Death. Horror is destroyed by boredom.
Love is a dream.
S.K
Fish Crow - Corvus ossifragus
Location: Durham NC (USA)
The noisy local flock was visiting my neighbor's yard, feeding on Black Cherry, Prunus serotina. This one visited the bird bath--a statue of St. Francis preaching to the birds.
Sakagawea (Sacajawea) was Shoshone, born to the Agaidika (salmon eater) band of what is now Idaho. She was kidnapped by the Hidatsa of modern North Dakota, where Toussaint Charbonneau purchased her as his second wife. Though Sakagawea was pregnant, she and Charbonneau joined the Lewis and Clark expedition's journey to the Pacific and back. She served as guide and translator along the way. Her presence also helped signal the peaceful intent of the expedition.
Most scholars believe she died in 1812 in South Dakota. However, there is an oral tradition that traces her to the Eastern Shoshone of the Wind River Indian Reservation, where she is said to have died in 1884.
The people of Fort Washakie maintain this stone as her grave, at the base of the Wind River Range.
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Amo la fotografia di strada, nella maggior parte dei casi non chiedo il permesso di fotografare perché probabilmente cambierei le immagini che cerco di ottenere. Queste foto obbediscono sempre ad un intento culturale, estetico, artistico e documentaristico e in nessun caso hanno lo scopo di mostrare a nessuno una situazione che potrebbe lederne l'immagine, minacciare la loro dignità o ottenere un beneficio economico.
Se ti riconosci in una delle mie fotografie e questo ti infastidisce, devi solo farmelo sapere e la cancellerò immediatamente. Se vuoi una copia della tua immagine su carta o in un formato che ti permetta di stamparla tu stesso , ovviamente è tua.
You can find out what she's doing and see more from this series on My Blog in the post Remember Flo?