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* La Habana Vieja *
- Fundada por los españoles en 1519, La Habana Vieja es un barrio de La Habana y declarado Patrimonio de la Humanidad por la UNESCO. La Habana se encuentra en la costa noroeste de Cuba.
- Founded by the Spanish in 1519, Old Havana is a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Havana lies on the northwest coast of Cuba.
- Fondée par les Espagnols en 1519, le quartier de La Vieille Havane a été reconnu au patrimoine mondial de l'UNESCO. La Havane est située sur la côte nord-ouest de Cuba.
citofono stiloso a Calizzano
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C'est la porte de la tour évoquée précédemment, elle permet d'accéder au étages de l'hôtel et a, elle aussi, subit les affres du temps. Les pilastres l'entourant semblent s'être fait décapités, les gravures sur grés s'effacent également et la porte en elle-même commence à perdre de sa superbe. Pour autant, une superbe couronne, et bien, couronne le tout.
Sources : Archi-wiki (FR) && Monumentum (FR) && Base merimee (FR)
Après cela, la batterie décida de passer l'arme à gauche.
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A voice comes over the intercom, it's menacing whisper taunting the squad. Headquarters has been compromised.
There seems to be no more rest for the wicked, it's time to get into formation and play for the big leagues.
#teamcanada
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UNIFORM
~Isil~ Pilot Survival Vest Mk2
~isil~ Survival Mask & Helmet
[SAC] M9 Pro Dual Pistol with Holsters
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TonkTastic - B52 Pants [3 Colors Variation 5]
~Isil~ "The Aerie" Hangar
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“Please sit down Madam. The plane is about to take off!”
Well this was different. Someone didn’t seem to have got the message. You know, the one about staying in your seat and buckling up at the moment you're about to set off skyward. All of this was going on behind me and I didn't bother to look round to see who was causing the commotion. For all I knew the trouble maker was standing up to try and get a better signal so she could send her mates a selfie from the cabin.
A few moments later the captain's voice came over the intercom and he didn’t bother to disguise his irritation. “Everybody needs to sit down!” Everybody? Was there more than one of them now? Was someone having second thoughts at the last minute? “If I'm accelerating down the runway and you're standing up, you're going to have a terrible problem. Sit down!” He put a special emphasis on the last two words and repeated them twice. It was an interesting way to start the short flight to Dublin, and one I'd never experienced before. The captain always sounds so assured on an aircraft, but this one had evidently lost his aura of sangfroid. But at last it seemed the message had finally penetrated whoever's abnormally thick skull was holding us up and after a few more minutes, the plane raced along the runway. At this point, Ali and I always hold hands, just in case it's for the last time ever, but today I was travelling alone. I resisted the urge to reach across the empty middle seat and offer a clammy mitt to the young man hiding beneath the pair of enormous white headphones beside the aisle, and instead gazed out of the window as we headed out over the North Cornwall coast. There below was Newquay, with a series of well loved landmarks falling away to the west. Fistral, Crantock, West Pentire, Carter's Rocks, the Cow and the Calf, the bulky outline of St Agnes Beacon near home. All of my playgrounds. As we climbed through the clouds I started to think about the new playgrounds where I'd be spending my time in just a few more days from now. The seat belt signs were switched off and a disorderly queue for the toilets formed within seconds. Boarding had only been delayed by twenty minutes but that was plenty enough time for a number of passengers to swallow another pint of Guinness in the departure lounge before making their way to the gate.
Dublin is a place where a lot of people like to go for the craic, and today, a Friday afternoon, was no exception. There were at least two groups of young men as far as I could tell, and because a certain airline likes to charge extra for passengers to choose their seats, they weren't all sitting together. Just behind me, two guys in their early twenties, who I soon realised were complete strangers, struck up a conversation, and it was impossible not to listen to every word they said. One was from my old home town in Falmouth, the other from a village just a couple of miles from where I live now. The latter was on the first instalment of a double beano weekend. Dublin today, Amsterdam next Friday. He was very excited about it all. Party cities. I needed to have a lie down just thinking about it. Come to mention it, the last time I had a bit too much of the falling down nectar was in Amsterdam in the summer of 2018. I met up with a local photographer who had been hiking in Scotland at the same time as ourselves a few months beforehand, and it soon turned out that neither of us were really drinkers. After we'd taken a few photos around the city centre together we had some beer. Quite a lot of it actually. It's not often I'm singing “Love Really Hurts Without You” at the top of my voice at half past midnight on a tube station concourse. I was a bit delicate at breakfast the next morning.
The cabin crew began the in-flight service. At the same time, the pilot decided to make what may have been an important announcement, but I didn't hear a word of it, such was the clamour among the first five rows to part with six euros for a small can of lager. As you've just learned, I like a beer myself, but I can manage without any for the duration of a one hour flight, you know. Unless I'm in Amsterdam. One of the two young fellows behind me went from announcing he wouldn't be having a beer until he was in Dublin, to ordering three cans in a heartbeat. Although one of them was for his new friend. I thought that was rather nice.
The thing with these short flights is that not long after the noise from the engines changes and you're cruising away towards your destination at maximum altitude, the steady thrum loses an octave once more as you begin to descend. Maybe that's what the captain was trying to tell us. Maybe he was making sure the lady who'd caused some bother earlier was going to behave this time. Or maybe he was putting in an order for a can of Moretti too. Perhaps he needed something to steady his nerves after the earlier incident. For a while we floated beneath the azure sky above a white sea of cotton clouds, before plunging through them and back into the greys, sea blues and greens of autumn in Northern Europe. Below us lay the famous city, pierced down the middle by the River Liffey, the darker colours splashed with patches of weak yellow light that promised much for the adventure to come. To the south stood the Wicklow Mountains, stoical and silent, already receding into the darkening purple hinterland of a November afternoon. Ireland was calling, just as it always has done.
For many on board, Dublin was the end of the journey, those groups of young party people reforming on the ground and racing for the exit and the buses into the city. I had much further to go. Tonight I'd be three hours south of the capital in Cork, where my long since departed Grandad was born at the start of the last century, and where much of the family still lives. A few days spending precious time with loved ones who I hadn't seen for far too long, sharing stories and drinking endless cups of tea. And then later, after I could take no more tea I'd be here, sitting alone on a distant headland in the far west, much like I so often do at home. So familiar, yet so new to me. So wild and untamed in this extraordinary remote peninsula at the edge of the world where Europe finally gives way to the vast and unforgiving Atlantic Ocean. To come to a place such as this was worth every inch of the journey.
What do you see??
I look at a somewhat stroppy red tabby tomcat (with an arched back) ; ))
(paws at bottom left and middle, the tail at the top right)
my contribution for Smile on Saturday - theme of November 24th, 2018: #Pareidolia
Happy Smile on Saturday, everyone!
I will be away for the weekend - so I might not be able to browse properly before Sunday (evening).
Thanks for taking the time to comment or / and fave - it's very much appreciated!
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Intercom of a company - seen in Venice
(... due to privacy I did blur the name of the company and of the firm owner, which were each engraved on the "eyebrows" of the "cat face")
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... ein etwas grimmiger, buckeliger Kater ??
(Pareidolie = das Phänomen, in Dingen und Mustern vermeintliche Gesichter und vertraute Wesen oder Gegenstände zu erkennen ... die kindliche Phantasie hat mich wohl nie verlassen ; ))
Gegensprechanlage eines Unternehmens - gesehen in Venedig (die Namen - Unternehmen links und Inhaber rechts - die auf den "Augenbrauen" eingraviert waren, habe ich unkenntlich gemacht)
Emily - Video Intercom - Fatpack {Lazy Sunday}
Dates : June 01 2025
Available at Lazy Sunday Events
Main store : Main Store
🔹 Features:
✨ 75 Price after the event: 249l$ ✨☕ Enjoy your Sunday!
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An immersive and interactive scale system, perfect for roleplay scenes in clinics, gyms, homes, and more. When you step on the scale, a sound is triggered, your weight appears on the digital display, then is transferred to the phone held in your hand. Every use generates a different result, making it ideal for realistic roleplay storytelling.
Weight display appears on scale, then on phone
Random weight result for each use
Includes sound feedback when stepping on
2 phone animations: HOLD & SHOW RESULT
10 color options for scale and phone
10 color options for digital display
Includes Perfect Sitter for custom pose adjustments
Resizer included for easy fitting
Fully materials-enabled for a realistic look
Designed to enhance immersive and detailed roleplay experiences in Second Life
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Enjoy your Sunday !
The bath set : Lunar - Beth - FULLSET maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Lunar%20and%20Friends/142/...
This door caught my attention, I saw that there was a part of it with the charm of the passage of time and at the same time I saw that modernity attached to the door with its intercom... so I thought I would photograph it, since I also liked the textures from that wall a little rough...
Have a happy monday!
‘Warning Warning, Experiment 12485 Tank breech’
The voice over the intercoms sounded as vault dwellers of Vault 120 scurried about looking for ways to contain the experiment and the hazardous fluids that spilled out from its tank.
‘Warning Warning Tank Breech radiation levels likely to be harmful to humans. Warning Warning’ Again the intercom voice shout as the lead scientists approached the room that contained the deep sea creatures they had injected with Human DNA over the last 150 years.
{.⋅ ♫ ⋅.}Vibes {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.}
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((Krature))-Leader- Applier HUD for Riptide Tail
This tail is …I need a couch made out of this leather!...Okay maybe not actually! But I do love the texture of this. I can just imagine the feel of the leather looking at this tail!
It comes in the following Colors
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Check out ((Krature))’s post on this!
[Floro]- Mekanisk Exosuit- Featuring White Ocean
This Exo Suit is total fire! It gives me Kai’Sa vibes from League of Legends in all the best ways.
This BOM & Materials suit has so much variety and ways to use it!
Here is some High Lights
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Check out [Floro]’s post on this!
Paesia- Harrowing Visage- Featuring Bone
This newest release by Paesia is so freaking versatile. Demons, deep sea merfolk, Occultists, followers of eldritch gods, heck everyone who does dark fantasy can make some kick ass looks using this!!
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An old-fashioned wooden intercom, staring at visitors of Seodaemun Prison's torture cells. The prison was built by the Japanese occupying forces to arrest Korean freedom fighters.
The Chinese characters on the right say "Take more exercise, bear up under affliction", thanks to zealotmat for the translation.
Vecchio interfono fuori uso. Monocromo naturale. Old intercom out of order. Natural monochrome. Dettaglio. Detail. Bologna 2016.
P.S. There is a bug near the upper left corner of the Oracle, use the + lens if you like. I didn't noticed it before posting the shot, only after. Quantum Physics joke? :-))
6th March 2017:
Wet, cold and miserable out so I looked around the apartment for inspiration.
Not sure if this inspired me, but I liked how it came out. It's the cable to the intercom phone.
Better viewed large and thank you for your favourites. :O)
09-08-2013
Madrid
MARCA ESPAÑA SERIE
BRAND SPAIN SERIES
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♥ Emily - Video Intercom - Fatpack {Lazy Sunday} ♥
Dates : May 25 2025
Available at Lazy Sunday Events
👉 marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Emily-Video-Intercom-Fatpack...
Main store : maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Thisbe/236/97/21
🔹 Features:
✨ Price after the event: 199L$ ✨☕ Enjoy your Sunday!
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- C-NM-NT
- Land impact 2.
- 10 colors for the Intercom.
- 10 for the neons.
- Visitor list when people ring & Show the profile picture on the monitor.
- Particles notes and sounds.
- Resizer.
- Materials ready.
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Enjoy your Sunday !
I noticed this rather antiquated intercom system as I walked past the Bank of England the other week. It's these little urban details that make London such a great city for photography.
The first of my new building project: "Secret Weapons of the Luftwaffe".
The Focke-Wulf Project 8 was the last of the Luftwaffe's secret bomber projects. The development of this revolutionary design was crippled by supply issues as Germany's industrial production ground to a halt in the latter stages of the war.
I'll post separate images of the aircraft itself shortly.
Built in 1921, this Belgian thermal power plant of Electrabel (originally Intercom) produced enormous quantities of energy from coal. Responsible for 10% of the CO2 emissions in Belgium, the factory was definitively closed in 2007.
Spread on about ten hectares, the site is formed by the main building (with a recent and two old turbines), a cooling tower and the offices. Today, the power plant is the property of the WANTY company, and many urban explorers from all around the world come to see it (especially its cooling tower).
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Construite en 1921, cette centrale thermique d'Electrabel (originalement Intercom) située en région wallonne produisait d’énormes quantités d’énergie à partir de charbon. Responsable de 10% des émissions de CO2 de Belgique à elle-seule, l’usine a été fermée définitivement en 2007.
Étendue sur une dizaine d'hectares, cette centrale est notamment formée d'un bâtiment principal et d'une tour de refroidissement, auxquels se rajoutent des bâtiments administratifs et une annexe munie d'une turbine de secours construits dans les années 60. Aujourd'hui la propriété de la société WANTY, cette centrale et surtout sa tour de refroidissement sont la proie d'urbexeurs venant du monde entier.