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A beautifully textured autumn scene is interrupted by a discarded green can among fallen leaves. This image serves as a powerful commentary on human impact on nature—where beauty and pollution collide. A thought-provoking visual reminder of the importance of environmental responsibility.
*Beautiful Sunse... D'Oh! *
the Sun setting on Alderney as I waited for the Full Moon to rise. This is a classic "for f*ck sake Barry!" moment, as a person walked into the shot :) Luckily I did manage to get some shots with out him in it (Actually he was looking for me at the time anyway LOL! )
I'm supposed to be working on stuff for our church's pledge drive. Instead, I had both of these clowns in my office being cute and distracting me.
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They're very welcome distractions!
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This is a short and long collection of "female photographs", united to each other from having been taken in some Sicilian streets ....
Screen cap not by me
All rights reserved to the production of Girl, Interrupted (1999)
Edits done by me
I do not own any part of this
We interrupt our current #TPBR2019 recap to bring you… the @votec_gravelfondo!
Yes, #crossiscoming and I #willtravelforgravel. This year to the beautiful Palatinate Forest (I do hope so at least, that’s what they told me - never have been there up to now. :)) There, the now already 4th #votecgravelfondo will take place the next weekend. I posted a short preview on what we can expect and also a recap of the 3rd Gravel Fondo from last year, where I made not only the above photo but a few more. This was in the northern Black Forest near Schönwald.
Find the link to the article here: torstenfrank.wordpress.de/2019/08/21/blitz-vorschau-zum-k...
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Wir unterbrechen unsere laufende #TPBR2019 Rückschau, um... den Votec Gravel Fondo zu bringen!
Yupp, #crossiscoming und I #willtravelforgravel. Dieses Jahr in den schönen Pfälzer Wald (Hoffe zumindest, dass er schön ist; das haben sie mir gesagt - ich war noch nie da. :)) Dort wird der dann bereits vierte Vote Gravel Fondo am nächsten Wochenende stattfinden. Ich habe kurze Vorschau dazu, was wir erwarten können und eine Rückschau auf den dritten Gravel Fondo im letzten Jahr gepostet. Da gibt es auch noch mehr Fotos. Das war im Nordschwarzwald.
Finde den Artikel hier: torstenfrank.wordpress.de/2019/08/21/blitz-vorschau-zum-k...
Why do I like this photo so much? I'm not really sure. I know this was supposed to be some kind of glossy fetish-fashion shoot, but this images seems more personal and natural. I don't know, maybe.
“Sometimes the most important thing in a whole day is the rest we take between two deep breaths, or the turning inwards in prayer for five short minutes.”
-Etty Hillesum
“Sometimes I long for a convent cell, with the sublime wisdom of centuries set out on bookshelves all along the wall and a view across the cornfields--there must be cornfields and they must wave in the breeze--and there I would immerse myself in the wisdom of the ages and in myself. Then I might perhaps find peace and clarity. But that would be no great feat. It is right here, in this very place, in the here and the now, that I must find them. ”
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Etty Hillesum, An Interrupted Life
We interrupt the Canada pictures to bring you this pre-trip breakfast of cinnamon toast, pb&j toast, and (you guessed it!) watermelon juice.
(As an aside, I am currently cleaning out the fridge; my watermelon went bad while I was gone :( I hope they're still selling them at the supermarket)
Novillero born on September 10, 1918 in the port of Santander, Spain, son of Don José Ruiz Arruza and Dona Cristina Camino Galicia. Manolo was the second son of this marriage, which since its link was established in Mexico City. He was the brother of Carlos Arruza "the Mexican Cyclone". In 1939 for the first time they attend Manolo and Carlos what would be his first bullfight, because their parents were partygoers. Placard was formed by teachers Domingo Ortega and Fermín Espinosa "Armillita Chico" bulls Black Stones. Before the waste of brightness resulting event, Manolo and Carlos decide to become bullfighters, giving up his studies, something they achieved course after many failed attempts by parents to stop and after several school expulsions which showed their rebellion , Don José decides to support his two younger sons, Manolo and Carlos, in his fondness for bulls at 13 and 14 years respectively. Support not only consisted of the moral part but also in the economic, as Don José risked for her children selling his first business, investing 50% stake in the aspirations of their children despite the fears and opposition from his wife Doña Cristina, thus giving birth to the couple becerristas "the Brothers Arruza" as advertised. Once became novilleros, each began to goad opposite and parallel, but came to agree on several events. They studied through high school, looking interrupted following an invitation of Maestro Samuel Solis to participate in a tour in Mexico and being the state of Jalisco, where their performances were successful, giving rise to an exhaustive tour of other states province that prevented them from continuing with school, taking private lessons that were taught by his father. Manolo encountered the problem that soon broke the Spanish Civil War, so neither could act in Spanish bullrings. Two days after the start of the Civil War, Doña Cristina who accompanied on his quest by Spain, he leaves for Mexico to be reunited with his eldest son Pepe and take care of business. The rest of the family lived in an attic in Madrid located at Calle Meléndez Pelayo, behind the Retiro Park. Don José falls seriously ill, years later he would say that the evil that affected him was cancer, leukemia, so on March 19, day of San José, Carlos left Madrid to France to be reunited with her mother, having to leaving his brother Manolo and his father in deplorable conditions as they happen to be those that occur in war. Carlos Arruza suffered the unspeakable in that journey, where questions of fate met in Barcelona with his uncle Leon Felipe who supported him what he could to continue his journey because within days, the cost of living in Spain he had increased considerably. Carlos Arruza arrives in April 1937 to Mexico and it would be up to five months later, they managed to leave Manolo and his father, who was still seriously ill. To make this successful exit was given, Dona Cristina had to sell the shares (50%) of society that had her husband to his great partner and friend Benjamin Burillo, so from that moment the business was called "Sastrería Burillo ". Once reunited again family, Carlos began to fight as Novillero and Manolo also could do thanks to a permit was granted because still the problem of the boycott, although their performances limited him to just step on bullrings of second and third category without be able to present in spaces first. On April 10, 1939 died Don José Ruiz Arruza, a man of great human quality, own thinking, cheerful, loving life and adventure. A father and husband ahead of his time, but above all one of the main pillars of Manolo and Carlos, her two children and who went beyond all established. Unexpected successes obtained in Portugal. Carlos decides to continue in the country Lusitanian his career novilleril more Manolo decides not to travel to Spain in search of the realization of his dream. Upon reaching the motherland is staying at his uncle and brother of his mother, Dr. Julio Camino Galicia who lived with his beloved wife Josephine and his two marriageable daughters, Margarita and Esperancita. He debuted in Madrid on July 30, 1940 with Concha y Sierra bullocks, alternating with Lopez Lake and Francisco Casado. Unfortunately that afternoon no luck and something that made it difficult to lead a rising career in Hispanic earth. In November 1940 he returned to Mexico and 1 December of that year, serves as a proxy for his brother Charles once takes the alternative in the Toreo de la Condesa in the company of Dr. Alfonso Gaona and Carcho Peralta with bulls from the ranch mexicana "Piedras Negras". The "boycott of Fear" 1936
has two major foundations that expose the interests of some bullfighters who led the same as his professional zeal and political passion. This unfortunate incident was because it was politically a way to punish the Mexican government by the President General Lazaro Cardenas who not only contracted an agreement to receive about 500 infants in Mexico and became known as the "Children of Morelia" to safeguard of war, but also received nearly 22,000 Spanish exiles with right and freedom to obtain Mexican nationality and including the greatest intellectuals of the time were, thus producing the Spanish Republican government in exile in Mexico. This led to limit the presentation of the Maestro Fermín Espinosa "Armillita" who began to take the fight to Hispanic bullfighters who were unwilling to cede "their" places for fear of being displaced in favor of the public, like other Aztec bullfighters such as Luis Castro "El Soldado" and the teacher Lorenzo Garza "the Bird of Storms". On June 12, 1941, a fatal accident that would leave serious family sequels, truncates his life at the age of 22, this being a terrible blow to his mother Doña Cristina, Leon Felipe, the Doctor Julio Way and his brother and fellow great battles, Carlos Arruza. Manolo Arruza was called by the Mexican press inside the country as "El Niño of estoconazo of Fire" because of having agility, ease, elegance and accurate way to perform the supreme luck. In Portugal during performances in the 1939 season he went undefeated by not pricked one of his bulls during the seven performances of submission, including Lisbon. Press the Lisbon augured a resounding success since it had class and style to deal with, and arguably praised what became his greatest attribute, the kill.
"Manolo was always better torero me. If not have taken it God, I'm sure he would be one of the greats of Mexico well, and Spain was home. Of all the matadors who saw him kill his bulls, Manolo was one of the best I remember at all times "(Carlos Arruza).
Source:
Photography and compendious chronicle of Don Fernando M. Cadenas
www.leonfelipe.org.es/BiografiaManoloArruza.html
The premature death of this right - hander said it was an accident, on June 12, 1941, a shot kills Arruza Manolo, he counted 22 years old.
Source:
Aquilino Sánchez Nodal - taurino Business / The Brothers fundón Arruza
Camera for 126 cartridge made in USA and UK; 1965-1968 .
Ad from German photomagazine (1966) announcing the camera for use with the flashcube . " From now on again easier picture making . Instamatic camera with Flashcube" .
Early Cara Mia shoot; circa 2008. Side note, I really enjoyed the effect that the reflections off the steel siding gave…
He was industriously engaged in licking a delicate area when I walked into the room. He paused mid lick, his rear leg held aloft motionless until I exited the room, which is what I did right after I annoyed him by snapping this picture.
See Zahra sing I Believe in a Daydream on Youtube. Zahra would like to live in Glastonbury. She is living in the city of Bristol at the moment and had lots of nice things to say about it. Before that she lived in Ireland. She had come with a friend to Glastonbury, yesterday.
When I met Zahra, she was walking up the high street. I approached and asked if I might take her photo. When she agreed, I suggested we walk a little further to find somewhere we could sit down. She said that she was just going for a pee but could wait until after. I said that I could wait outside the cafe and we could do the photos afterwards. As she went into Excalibur I said "I hope that you don't go out the back way".
While I waited for Zahra, I looked for a likely spot to make photos. There are a few benches on the high street. I have used these before. I had a 50mm lens and my full frame camera, so a bench would be good for a nice close portrait. It was a busy day and most of the benches were full. As we crossed the road to the one bench that had some space on it, I noticed that there were some people sitting on the grass outside the church. Thankfully Zahra was OK with sitting on the grass.
As we sat in the grounds of St John's church, Zahra noticed a small child that was interested in our impromptu photo-shoot. Zahra also commented in a favourable way about he number of dogs around. There was a real holiday feel about the town today, with lots of families here, because of the half-term break.
It was market day in Glastonbury and I had initially thought that Zahra, had been working on one of the stalls. That she was just having a quick break before going back to work. "I wish, they are great", she said, when I told her of my assumption. Back in Bristol she is gearing up for the festivals. She won't be doing Glastonbury festival, it hasn't got the right kind of vibe.
Zahra plays guitar and sings. When I asked about instruments she said that she can put her hand to most. She was hoping to buy an Irish (I think) whistle. Someone had mentioned a shop in the town where she might get one. Having discovered that Zahra wasn't working today, we spent a bit of time on the portraits, swapping places and moving a little around the grounds.
As we were parting, I asked Zahra if there was anything she would like to share with the world. Zahra thought this was a great question and thanked me for asking it. She said that she would "our music to reach people" or something like that. I am afraid that I got distracted because someone interrupted our conversation at that point. I asked what Zahra meant by "our music", she said "me and my guitar". I think that she was hoping for others to be moved and inspired through her music.
Thank you Zahra for agreeing to be part of my project. It was good to meet you today.
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Lord Conan, always eager to help, cannot help but overhear Lara and Logan's conversation.
"I can lead you to the top temple, but there are more than guards and natives that will try to stop us," Logan says,"Quite right," Interrupts Lord Conan, "Been there many times, my dear, I can show you a hidden route to the lost temple. However, I insist that Logan come with us! Lara, looking somewhat annoyed, replied, "And why do I need to bring Logan along?" "Well," started Lord Conan, "The last time I was there, I accidentally pee'd up their God statue during a feast they were holding in my honour. They may not have forgotten that, and Logan is bloody good in a fight!"
For "Our Daily Challenge ... melt"
Had some trouble with the colour on this one ... forgot about he problems with reds and oranges ... so a bit of photoshopping to get it reasonably accurate!!
A very loud clap of thunder brought our outdoor photo session to an abrupt end, forcing us to take the cushions in and put down the patio umbrella. But hey, since I already had my camera at the ready, I figured I'd throw caution to the wind (Quite literally...) and snap a few photos of Daisy doing the honors. Though now that I think about it....taking any longer than absolutely necessary probably wasn't a very smart thing to do. And from the expression on Daisy's face here, I'd say that thought had already occurred to her. OK, mea culpa. I promise next time I will put the camera down and help. 😜
Found this cute little Tree Toad under my Hot Tub Cover taking a lil nap & there I was with the Torture camera in hand.
In the chamber ahead, is an interrupted tunnel, through which the old builders accessed the neighboring tomb. They shifted the axis of the tomb to the west and built a corridor leading to a hall with pillars and walls decorated with scenes from the Book of Gates.
lately, i've been spreading myself too thinly. it made me very unhappy to feel that i cannot do justice to all my projects. and worse still, that because of that i lose focus of what is most important to me - in photography and otherwise. and even worse, that because of that i have less time for my friends. i've been doing a lot of thinking. and even though i'm sad to say and hate not living up to a commitment i made, i will not continue my 365. there are a million of reasons. the most important is that it has become clear to me that i want to concentrate on film photography. the pace of that is - for me - not compatible with the 'a photo a day' concept. this has to do with the way i tick creatively. i know some of you will understand and some of you may not. but i've thought hard and long about this one and know this is the right decision for me.
i'll miss you. and would be so happy if you stopped by my photostream or my blog
every now and again. loads of you are my blogging friends and flickr contacts and i know we will stay in touch as we have before.
a big thank you to all of you for all your feedback and keep up the good work!