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Panorama automatique en vue plongeante recadré.
Cropped high-angle automatic panning.
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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.
If you squint your eyes and stare at this photo intently for a while, you might see something ......
" A good traveller has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving "
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Hervez ar vojenn en em gave Marzhin gant Viviana e-kichen ar feunteun-mañ.
Dre ma oa sot Marzhin gant Viviana e tizoloas dezhi e arz, hep gouzout e oa-hi mennet d’e dapout. Serret e voe-eñ ganti, neuze, en un ti graet e gwer diwelus. Da c'houde e chome Marzhin hep bezañ darempredet gant den ebet.
Gaovan, keneil da Varzhin, a glaske war e lerc’h, met pa oa degouezhet e Brekelien e kave stanket e hent dehzañ gant ul lusenn hud. Mouezh Varzhin a gleve avat, o kemenn dezhañ lavaret da Arzhur ne vije biken ken gwelet el lez, pa oa bet traiset gant an hini a gare.
E brezhoneg e konter an istor e "Romant ar Roue Arzhur: levrenn 1 - Marzhin" (Al Liamm, 1975), gant Langleiz.
E kembraeg ez eo anavezet mat a-walc’h an istor dre ar varzhoneg ‘Broseliawnd’ gant T. Gwynn Jones. En oberenn-se, koulskoude, n’eo ket gant Viviana e vez paket an achantour brudet; kentoc’h ez eo-eñ e-unan a dec’h diouzh ar bed dre ma kav ez eo re fallakr. En em vac’hañ an hini a ra.
Istor Marzhin a vez kavet e testennoù-pobl ivez e brezhoneg, e Merlig, da skouer, bet embannet e 1909 gant Kristof Jezegou.
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Ffynnon Faranton
Yn ôl y chwedl, byddai Myrddin yn cwrdd â Viviana wrth y ffynnon hon.
Gan fod Myrddin mewn cariad â Viviana, dyma ef yn datgelu iddi gyfrinach ei gelfyddyd, heb sylweddoli ei bod hi’n benderfynol o’i ddal. Fe’i caewyd ganddi wedyn mewn tŷ anweledig o wydr, ac ni ddôi neb i ymweld ag ef mwyach.
Dyma Walchmai, fodd bynnag, un o gyfeillion Myrddin, yn mynd i chwilio amdano. Wedi cyrraedd coedwig Broseliawnd, yr oedd niwl hud yn ei rwystro rhag mynd rhagddo. Clywai lais Myrddin, er hynny, yn dweud wrtho am roi gwybod i Arthur na châi byth eto ei weld yn y llys, am iddo gael ei fradychu gan ei gariad.
Adroddwyd hanes Myrddin yn Llydaweg gan yr awdur a’r arlunydd Langleiz.
Mae ei hanes yn gyfarwydd i’r Cymry drwy’r gerdd ‘Broseliawnd’, gan T. Gywnn Jones. Yn y gerdd honno, fodd bynnag, nid ei gariad sydd yn ei gaethiwio; mae, yn hytrach, yn dewis ymddieithrio a mynd i’w garchar ei hun, er mwyn ffoi rhag y byd a’i lygredigaeth.
Mae hanes Myrddin (Merlig) hefyd i’w gael yn llên gwerin Llydaw.
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The Fount of Baranton
The Arthurian legend is an important traditional element in Breizh-Vihan (Little Britain), i.e. Brittany, as well as in Breizh-Veur (Great Britain). According to Breton legend, Merlin would meet Viviana by this fountain.
Not realising that Viviana was intent on capturing him, he revealed his secrets to her and then was then ensnared by her. He was kept in an invisible house of glass and no longer seen by anyone.
Gawain came looking for him, but having arrived in the forest of Broceliande, his way was blocked by a magic mist. He could hear Merlin speak, however, telling him to inform Arthur that he would never again be seen in his court, as he had been misled by his lover.
Merlin (Merlig) is a character in Breton folk literature and his legend was retold in Breton by the writer and artist Langleiz (Xavier de Langlais).
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Fontaine de Barenton
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Adwelet a-nevez / Wedi ei ailolygu / Re-edited: 2/2016
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Intento de movimiento estelado. Como estaba oscureciendo, usé ISO 800 y abrí el diafragma a f 3.8. Se observa la trepidación de la cámara por usar una velocidad de obturación inferior a 1/60
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
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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.
My older sister and my younger cousin preparing the cake with candles for my nephews first birthday...
Imagina que no existe el Cielo
es fácil si lo intentas
sin el Infierno debajo nuestro
arriba nuestro, solo el cielo
Imagina a toda la gente
viviendo el hoy...
Imagina que no hay países
no es difícil de hacer
nadie por quien matar o morir
ni tampoco religión
imagina a toda la gente
viviendo la vida en paz...
Puedes decir que soy un soñador
pero no soy el único
espero que algún día te unas a nosotros
y el mundo vivirá como uno
Imagina que no hay posesiones
quisiera saber si puedes
sin necesidad de gula o hambre
una hermandad de hombres
imagínate a toda la gente
compartiendo el mundo
John Lennon.
.. Siempre dije.. que el lema de mi flickr, como asi el de mi vida, iba a ser este.. el que me ayudo a brotar mis sueños en las fotografias .
Puedes decir que soy una soñadora, pero no soy la unica ...
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When exploring, I tend to intently stare at those dark corners that surround me, mind running wild with the images of what could emerge from the darkness. A shape, a face, an embodiment of fears.
I set up for the shot by force of habit, fingers fumbling around the buttons and turning the dials on their own. Three turns to the right, lower left button, upper right button, zoom in, zoom out. Focus. But my eyes were fixed on the black void behind an open door. First I thought I only imagined the faint flickers of light until they grew too erratic and random. And brighter. Almost like a flashlight in the hands of someone walking.
I dashed around a corner and into a dead end. The light danced a few more moments, and disappeared in the bright sunlight of an overhead window, shining on the face of a young man equally as scared. First day on the job as a guard. For him, there was also something in the darkness.
On a early winter morning in Corbett Tiger Reserve, India, this tigress, called Sharmili - the Shy One - by the local guides, pauses at the edge of the forest track, looking intently into the jungle on the other side.
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Sé de sobra que no soy perfecta, que me equivoco una y mil veces y que a veces puedo ofender involuntariamente, pero hoy por hoy, no me cambiaría por ningún otro ser.Tengo algo que me hace especial, y es algo que me lo han dicho ya demasiadas personas a través de los años, pero nunca había llegado a creerlo.Tal vez, mi error siempre haya sido no llegar a creerlo, por eso quizá me he dejado utilizar, engañar, humillar, infravalorar, despreciar, maltratar y faltar el respeto.Por desgracia, siempre hay gente tan tristemente infeliz que intenta aprovecharse de ello.Pero hoy no, ya no, y nunca más no.
Por estas personas ni siquiera siento odio, solo pena.
Van cayendo vendas de mis ojos y cada día se ve todo más claro.Las primeras impresiones, y más ratificadas por hechos, son las certeras.Intentan arrastrarse, justificarse y venderse a través de las lágrimas y el victimismo.Inocentemente damos oportunidades arriesgando nuestra propia integridad, y tarde o temprano te la terminan jugando e inevitablemente sales herido.Una vez es culpa de ellos, dos es propia la culpa.
Ni siquiera creo que tales personas tengan moral, ética, ni conciencia.Algo debe funcionar mal dentro de sus cabezas cuando no son capaces de distinguir lo bueno de lo malo.
Personalmente siento que soy mejor persona, que he aprendido mucho y que estoy creciendo en mi interior.No me arrepiento de nada en la vida, porque lo más mínimo es necesario para enriquecernos como personas y madurar.Me da pena las personas cobardes y conformistas que alegan "ser así", sin ilusiones, ni proyectos, ni vistas al futuro, ni intención de mejora en la vida.Por suerte, no me incluyo en ese saco, me gusta como soy y soy consciente que aún me queda mucho que aprender. El tiempo me irá cambiando, pero solo será para mejorar lo presente.
Hoy no es un día cualquiera,
y creo que ésto se nota.
Gracias a muchos anónimos,
sin nombres... sólo sentimiento.
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Great Egret; Celery Fields, Sarasota (5 March, 2017)
Question for photographers: is it advisable to mask and blur the background in an image like this? Is the streaky background a distraction?
One of a pair of females who passed our vehicle, one crossed in front of us and one passed along the side of the vehicle. They split up and disappeared into the bush very obviously preparing to hunt something.
I sit in my basement, not doing a thing except for sitting. Since the visit to Patton Arms, I have been on high alert, as I believe the whole vigilante population in Gotham has been. In my chair, I look at my suit, pondering what all that has occurred to amount to this point. At this point, we're in warm water, not yet boiling, though a bubble is soon to break. I look at one of the crates, just now noticing I have yet to open one. I stand up, intent on opening the wooden box. Before I complete my first step, the tunnel door opens, revealing a frantic Abraham. He rushes in, leaving the door open. He yells at me, "The cops! The cops are on to you! I wasn't able to delete it! The DNA!"
I turn to him. "Fair. I have nothing to hide."
Widening his eyes, he throws his arms up in the air."Nothing to hide? Nothing to hide?! You have a fucking bunker underneath your house, illegally built, mind you, covered in the gear we've used as vigilantes. And you have nothing to hide? Nothing at all?"
I step towards him, arms behind me. "This house has no records of this basement existing. On record, this doesn't exist."
Abraham points at the door in the ceiling. "And what about the draft coming up from here into the living room?"
I lower my arms."We put putty on the ceiling, block the draft."
During my last comment, Jerrick, clad in his armor, walked in the same entrance Abe did. He removed his helmet while he shut the door. "Guys, I think we have bigger problems than cops. The Xenothium. It's stolen."
Abraham and I with our jaws dropped turn towards Jerrick. Abraham questions, "What?! By whom?! How?!"
Jerrick yells"Who the fuck do you think?! The guys who have been after Mike's head for as long as I've known him! They used some EMP. Fucked with the 'lectronics. No signs of entry."
I rub my growing stubble with my hand while Abraham stressfully runs his fingers through his hair pushing it back. I turn to my suit while undressing myself. "We need to suit up then."
Abraham starts undressing while Jerrick exclaims, "Brucie's little helpers didn't fret to set up their own investigations either."
Pulling my pants on, I say, "Good. We're going to need all the help we can get. Abraham, is the batsignal on top of the GCPD building operational?"
He threw his shirt over to the stand."Last time I checked. We'll head over immediately. Now, how the hell did they find out about the Xenothium?" We all paused for a moment. Then, Abraham looked at the crates. "Mike, have you checked the crates yet?"
I turn my head towards one and walk over to it. "No." I break off the lid, spilling out the contents. A number of vambraces fall out. Then, amongst the armor, I see a small black object. I pick it up and examine it, quickly realizing what it is. "T-this is a mic. He's been hearing everything we've been saying..."
All of our eyes widen at once. A series of curse words from Abraham and Jerrick followed as I crushed the device.
"Alister... he's in danger... Your family... everything. You need go to your family, I need to go to the Cathedral."
Jerrick exclaimed. "We need to see Bats first!"
We all agree. Abraham then states,"Mike, there's something we need to give you first... Let's stop at Jerrick's shed before we meet up with Batman. You're gonna need what we're about to give you."
intente hacerme la fuerte y tratar de echar todo a volar, pero todavia te siento,te siento y te extraño. El solo saver que estabas aqui, me alegro.
y tu ? que pasa con tigo?
teqieronololvides♥
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Ya se, esto es mas tipico que cualquier cosa. Hay mil fotos de estas cositas para soplar, pero es que es imposible resistirse, son tan fotogenicos! Cada vez que ve uno de estos, Luciano se acuerda de la primera vez que su papa le mostro para que sirven y comienza a intentar soplar
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Javan Pond Heron in Breeding Plumage, Wings of Asia Aviary, Zoo Miami, Miami, FL
Sunday after visiting the lions and clouded leopards and getting rained on for the first time we went to the Wings of Asia Aviary. This little guy caught my immediate attention. But he was only interested in the food bowl and that the ducks didn't get near it, hence the stare.
As for an ID I went back and forth, back and forth for a while between Javan and Indian Pond Heron. They look very similar.
But thanks to Francisco this has been settled. It is a Javan Pond Heron in its beautiful breeding plumage. Thank you!
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"Strangely enough" this time I had a blast chasing around birds in the aviary. We spent a good hour if not longer there and I have shots of at least 20 different bird species that aren't too shabby. So over the next few weeks it's gonna be Happy Feathery Friday! :-)
Intentaron hacerme ir a rehabilitación pero dije 'no, no,no'
Si, he estado mal, pero ya te haré saber cuando esté de vuelta
Porque no tengo tiempo, y si mi papá piensa que estoy bien
Ha intentado hacerme ir a rehabilitacion pero no ire.
Prefiero estar en casa con Ray
No tengo setenta dias
Porque no hay nada
No hay nada que puedas enseñarme
Que no pueda aprender del señor Hathaway
No aprendí demasiado en clase.
Y sé que no aprenderé de un vaso de vidrio.
Intentaron hacerme ir a rehabilitación pero dije 'no, no,no'
Si, he estado mal, pero ya te haré saber cuando esté de vuelta
Porque no tengo tiempo, y si mi papá piensa que estoy bien
Ha intentado hacerme ir a rehabilitacion pero no ire.
Aquel hombre me dijo: "Por qué crees que estás aqui?"
Y yo le dije que no tenía ni idea.
Yo voy, yo voy a perder a mi nene.
Por eso siempre tengo una botella cerca.
Dijo "Creo que estas deprimida
Lo creo yo, y todo el mundo"
Intentaron hacerme ir a rehabilitación pero dije 'no, no,no'
Si, he estado mal, pero ya te haré saber cuando esté de vuelta
No quiero volver a beber
simplemente necesito un amigo
No voy a tirarme diez semanas
Para que crean que estoy sentando cabeza.
No es cuestión de orgullo.
Me durará hasta que estas lágrimas se hayan secado. . . (8)
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más enferma porfa ! pero ni ahi todas las cosas me tan saliendo super :D
instituto , trabajo & la vida en si :D yachao !
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Candid street portrait of an elderly man watching a street performer in Glasgow, Scotland.
As Mama tears off a bit of meat, all eyes are riveted on what she is doing.
Red-shouldered Hawk (Buteo lineatus)
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