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As we left Fagaras Fortress, we caught up with this groom and bride party. Their pictures were taken inside the castle and they were probably on their way to the reception.
"Built in 1310 on the site of a former 12th century wooden fortress (burned by the Tartars in 1241), Fagaras was enlarged between the 15th and 17th centuries and was considered one of the strongest fortifications in Transylvania. The fortress was surrounded by a deep moat which, in times of war or social unrest, could easily be filled with water from a nearby mountain brook. A bridge over the moat provided the only access point. The fortress boasts three floors and five towers." (www.romaniatourism.com/castles-fortresses.html#fagaras)
During the 1950s it was a prison for opponents and dissidents. After the fall of the Communist State in 1989, the castle has been restored and is currently used as a museum, the Fagaras County Museum, displaying Roman artifacts, a collection of medieval weapons and traditional folk crafts. The museum also hosts a beautiful collection of icons painted on glass.
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Not (city) government-issued! A handmade sign and a rickety bridge over a boggy portion of Cecilia Creek, in...
Decatur (Legacy Park), Georgia, USA.
8 October 2020.
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By 2023, the bog had reclaimed much of the surrounding dry land: the footbridge collapsed, and the hillock on which this photo was taken became permanently submerged.
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Almost forgot you may have noticed the current TransLiving magazine next to me so thought I'd give it a plug as I've lots of stuff inside. In fact I've had lots of stuff inside the last 10 issues now which are all still available for all those who aren't yet sick of me
This photo actually has a few hidden messages and a lot of meaning to me about something I discovered about myself today.
One thing I strive for in my self-portraiture is to display emotion in a way that can be interpreted in different ways rather than just my own. That's the reason why I like to make some of my titles so vague, too.
I love hearing other people's views on my pieces so please feel free to voice your thoughts or perspectives.
JUNE 24, 2022 - Today's Supreme Court decision is illegitimate. No such decision can be legitimate when it tramples on the civil rights of human beings, in this case approximately half of our national population.
Image is from the January 18, 2020 Women's March in Washington DC, USA.
What's art about if it isn't about learning something? Well I learnt something. Several things actually. Will I use what I've learnt to grow and become wiser? That seems unlikely. So what did I learn?
1) Ice is very cold.
2) Icy water feels even colder.
3) Even kneeling on ice might not spread your weight enough to prevent it cracking.
4) Don't ever admit to doing something stupid. Especially not on the internet. You'll never know who might read it.
I've resigned myself to the fact that I won't ever feel confident enough in my creativity to know what it is I will make ahead of time, and I won't know how, whatever it is, will turn out. It was never an issue when noone ever saw what I make but now, a little self doubt lurks in the back of my mind, that I must make something interesting otherwise I shouldn't have bothered. Often, as I wander around some wild place somewhere (no not a bar in Blackpool on a Saturday night), I am thinking about future land art projects and the potential of different places. But always lurking there is the thought that it better be good when I get round to doing it.
On the face of it, this voice at the back of the room would seem to be a help, always encouraging me to try harder. But the weird thing is, this voice actually seems to be a hindrance. There is a subtle but important difference between "it better be good" and "I wonder if it'll be any good?"
When I listen to those words it seems to be an extra burden, a burden that makes it harder to tap into any creativity. I have no idea what creativity actually is, where it lives or how it operates. But what I do know is that you can plug into it directly if you would just relax and go with the flow. A sense of expectation of how something should be, how it ought to be, if only you tried hard enough is not where it's at. I think this is what I love about land art. As I start, the distractions, the so called "encouraging" voices just fade away and all that matters is the moment. And when enough moments join together, I often end up exactly where I wanted to be had I been thinking about it in the first place. I've said it before but it seems it is a hard lesson to learn. It's about the doing. The thinking, the planning, the expectations. None of this really helps.
So I set off, the frost crunching under my feet and doubting/encouraging voices in my head struggling to help me think of what I could do. I went to a small pool of dark water and tried to chop out some ice. Fun though that was, it didn't inspire me, so I continued to trudge up the hill. On the slopes either side of me, camo jacketed plonkers with shotguns and dogs attempted to shoot, stupid and inbred pheasants. A fitting challenge for the Saturday shotgun warriors. We haven't quite gone to the lengths of fencing in animals for rich (and fat) obnoxious clients to shoot but it isn't far off.
Now don't get me wrong, I am not hypocritical enough to suggest that shooting is completely wrong. I could only occupy the moral highground if I didn't eat industrially farmed animals and didn't ignore the fact that I couldn't kill, what I eat, myself. But I do wonder at the mentality of people who shoot animals for a hobby, as a way to relax, to let off steam on a Saturday morning. Does it make you feel manly to outwit a pheasant with a bunch of beaters, dogs and high powered weaponry? Is it simply target practice and honing a skill?
I always wonder whether they have something missing in their lives and their neuroses drive them to show off, inaudibly shouting "look at me, look at me, LOOK AT ME! I'm really, really important! I demand your attention!" Because what seems to be common amongst this activities is noise. Lots of it and the seemingly willfull need to pee off as many people as possible. Especially people who like peace and quiet!
How many examples can you think of? Here's a few for starters: riding big, powerful motorbikes around country lanes in the summer, riding jet skis across lakes and off shore, off roading on green lanes and shooting things for fun. Why oh why do all these things have to be so loud? And why do you have to do them in beautiful and quiet places and spoil the peace and quiet for so many others? Are you so lacking in empathy that you have no idea how you are spoiling it for everyone else? Or do you have a pathological need to take over places and claim them as yours to make up for your inadaquecies? I think this is one of the biggest splits in our species. The sensitive and the not sensitive. The noisy and the quiet. The considerate and inconsiderate.
So the soundtrack to my sculpturing went like this "hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!" As the beaters flushed the doomed birds from the undergrowth and "KABOOM! KABOOM!" as another pheasant bit the dust. I expect that if I ever go mad that that will be the soundtrack to my insanity too. I wanted to stand on a rock and shout out "shut the hell up you noisy idiots!" to try and get rid of my frustrated feeling. But I don't think they were going to see the error of their ways so I went back to what I was doing with the frustrated feeling still present.
So what was a I doing I hear you ask?
A bank of fog was sliding in from the south, leaving the tips of the mountains poking through the sea of moisture. Unusually for an inversion, a layer of cloud lay above us too (me and the mountains) and gradually the temperature began to warm.
On another small dark pool I begun to lay out sections of frosted bracken, to make a pattern on the ice. When I leant back I noticed I had left hand prints where my body heat had melted the surface and I liked them and decided to do something along those lines instead. On all fours, I kneeled on the ice, positioning my hands to make prints in the surface, when suddenly cracks spread across the surface like fractured glass and I was about to become more acquainted with this medium than I originally planned. I had one of those Wiley Coyote moments like when he runs over the cliff's edge, only to be found pedalling in mid-air. Just for a split second gravity didn't grab me and then all at once the icey water and me, became intimate. I managed to extricate myself after immersing only one leg and fortunately I was wearing two pairs of trousers for warmth and had some spare socks, so pretty quickly I was dry again. I smirked to myself at being such a fool but soon found that the broken ice was fantastically clear and square edged so my foolishness had served a purpose and revealed to me the beauty of this ice.
I took a section and rounded the edges before trying to melt my hand print into it. I could only manage a little at a time before I had to rewarm my hand, so I challenged myself to count to fifty before I would put on a glove to warm up, only to try and melt some more for another count to fifty.
As the handprint begun to form I started to think about how I would be able to photograph it. The imprint was like a ghost, difficult to pin down, like a fleeting image in the corner of your eye. I put the ice back in the water but the image disappeared so I went searching for another way.
I found a slab with thick frost on it, so I melted another handprint onto it and placed the ice on top, in an effort to put a black background behind the imprint. This didn't work either. I then picked some holly berries thinking that I would squish them up and fill in the mould but that was also a failure. And then it dawned on me, bubbles underwater are very bright, especially against the dark, peaty water!
I went back to the little pool and to its twin with the unbroken ice. I put my handprint on top of it, face down so that air would be trapped and then started to ladle (I didn't actually use a ladle - who carries around a ladle?!) water from the broken pool onto the ice of the intact one. Soon the effect was working and I had learnt something new about contrast and ice.
After taking some more pictures of it set against the sky, I collected my gear and headed off downhill. The cretins were still shooting at anything that moved and the irritation at the noisy buggers still dwelled in the pit of my stomach.
At the bottom of the hill I sat and watched two Buzzards sitting in adjacent trees, one of which kept calling and flying to the other one, perhaps with spring on her mind. For a few minutes I watched transfixed and thought what magnificent creatures they are. As I set off again towards home I noticed that the feeling in my stomach had gone and a few quiet moments observing the wonder of nature had calmed and comforted me. That is all that is required for peace. An open mind and a moment to fill it. Perhaps the Saturday shotgunners should try it one day. They might actually like it and discover that there is another way.
-At Fant's apartment, two weeks after the Neon incident-
Alright, so I'm in the Top 5. This is where it gets tough. You can't just stick to beating up small-time thugs and low-level threats and still expect to get past 5th. I need to step my game up even more. The question is how?
"I need an expert's opinion. Maybe I could ask Captain Beam! I mean, he is at number 2 on the Hero Board...aaand I'm talking to myself again."
After a couple minutes of searching the internet, I find Beam's phone number and call him to ask for some tips.
"Hey, Beam, this is Matchstick. I was wondering if you have any tips on how to rank up past 5 on the leaderboard?"
B: "Sure, you just gotta...take out those bad guys! And, um, save...people!"
"Wow...that was so helpful, but I was kind of hoping for something a little more specific?"
B: "Well, uh, you know. Hero things! Alright, I gotta go. Baddies to beat, people to save. Hero stuff. Good luck, kid."
"You basically just repeated everything you already said, but alright. Thanks, I guess."
A couple moments of awkward silence pass before he hangs up.
"Well, that was weird."
I go out around town to try to find some hero work to do. I'm wandering around one of the poorer neighborhood apartment complexes, when I start to hear screaming and see the smoke in the air. I run about a block down the street and see one of the two-story buildings on fire.
There's a grown lady at the upstairs window crying and wailing desperately for someone to help her. I blast off the ground and propel myself up and over to the building. The woman sees me approaching and backs away from the window and into the room, so I can enter.
Just as I'm about to be at the window, I get blasted in the back. I fall to the ground, the impact causing the back of my head snap onto the concrete a little bit.
Dazed, and vision blurry, I see a purple costumed figure run into the building, and only moments later, come back out with the woman in his arms.
?: "Are you okay, ma'am?"
Woman: "I am now. Thank you so much, Captain Beam."
CAPTAIN BEAM?! As I start regaining my vision, he's putting her down, then looks over his shoulder, and makes direct eye contact with me, then gives a smug look and walks away.
"What a poser!"
Woman: "How dare you talk about a top-ranking hero like that! You should be ashamed of yourself!"
"I was about to save you, and he blasted me in the back!"
Woman: "Now, why would such a nice man do something like that?"
I was just wondering the same thing...
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My two cents to the B.M. (The Big Mess).
Yahoo´s behavior on important issues such as the free speech debate in China and what´s happening here in Flickr right now are very sad stories.
I´m not sure if Yahoo and Flickr are really blocking content due to local legal restrictions (nude content is not forbidden in Germany, for instance) or if they are just taking [bad] management decisions.
Filtering mature content is a parenthood and family issue. The existing filters are already useful for this kind of situation.
Blocking content is not a serious solution. Which is the next country?
Mathieu Struck
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Flickr sperrt uns aus! Und auch dich!
Seit gestern werden für deutsche Nutzer keine Bilder mehr angezeigt, die als 'moderate' oder 'restricted' markiert sind! Es gibt keine Moeglichkeit das umzustellen - das ist eine grobe Unverschämtheit und Frechheit von flickr!
We are the users - don't forget that flickr!
Deswegen treten wir gemeinsam in Aktion und zeigen allen, das uns das nicht gefällt was flickr mit uns macht! Füge das Bild zu deinen Favoriten hinzu und poste es!
In English:
If your Yahoo! ID is based in Singapore, Germany, Hong Kong or Korea, you will only be able to view safe content based on your local Terms of Service, and therefore won’t be able to turn off SafeSearch.
In other words, german users can't access photos on flickr that are not flaged "safe" ... only flowers and landscapes for the germans ...
We won't let this happen! Copy and upload this picture to your account - show flickr who we are.
Espanol:
No sé cuando, pero muy recientemente a las cuentas de Alemania, Hong Kong, Corea y Singapur les han prohibido ver las fotos que están en el Safe Search, las mismas en las que a nosotros nos dan la opcíón de ver o no ver. A ellos simplemente se lo prohiben. Chale no?
Francais:
Si votre compte Yahoo! est basé à Singapour, à Hong Kong, en Corée ou en Allemagne, vous ne pourrez voir que les photos qui n'ont pas été marquées comme ayant un contenu qui peut choquer. Toutes les autres ne vous seront pas accessibles. Vous serez donc condamnés à ne voir que des paysages et des fleurs. Il ne faut pas laisser faire ça. Envoyez cette photo sur votre compte pour montrer à Flickr que nous savons nous mobiliser contre la censure !
繁體中文
如果妳/你的Yahoo!個人帳號隸屬於新加坡 德國 香港 或是韓國, 那麼依據各自所屬的當地使用者條款限制下, 妳/你將只能在瀏覽觀看Flickr網站上標示有安全註記的照片與內容. 所以也無法將安全搜尋的功能關閉. 換句話說, 德國的使用者除了花卉與風景外, 是完全無法在Flickr網站上觀看未被標示安全的相關內容.
我們不期望註冊使用者的權益有任何不平等待遇, 歡迎自行複製文宣圖片轉貼聲援.
Spread the image!
Lade dieses Bild runter und poste es in deinem Account! Lass uns das Bild überall auf flickr verteilen und es in 'Interestingness' heben!! So geht es nicht!
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"Good afternoon folks, I'm Hup Toothree, and welcome to Canadian Football Report, where we kick around current topics, tackle illusive issues, intercept airborne rumors-"
-Are you done?
"-and hand it all off to you, on location at the practice field beside TD Place in Landsdowne Park, home of the Ottawa Redblacks, to speak with running sensation Halfbark Clancy, who has shredded the record books his first two years pro in leading his team to two straight playoff appearances and a thrilling Grey Cup overtime victory to cap his 2016 rookie season, now looking beyond an undefeated pre-season toward the 2018 opener June 21 against Saskatchewan.
Halfbark, how are you feeling?"
Like seven times two minutes of my life just went by that I'll never see again.
"See, indeed. To continue, in spite of your spectacular success on the field, controversy continues to dog you. We've dug up a new list of complaints from your teammates and coaches-"
-And I thought I buried those for good.
"So you've read them?"
You understand I'm a dog?
"Then allow me to get your response to some:
Constantly late for practice and meetings."
So now I have to learn how to tell time? I refer you to my
previous question.
"Never showers after practice or games. Or before. Or ever."
Last I heard it was no crime to lick yourself clean.
"That's disgusting."
I smell cigar smoke, beer, Old Spice and sweat
through every pore of your skin. Clearly, I'm the
disgusting one.
"Ahem, clearly, indeed. Moving on: pees on teammates."
Yup. Every time we're in the huddle I can't help but think:
urine the huddle now!
"Licks sweat off their faces instead of using the water bottles."
They don't WANT me using the water bottles EITHER!
"Wolfs down food during team meals and then jumps onto table and uses puppy-dog eyes to beg scraps from other players."
Geez, you make that sound like a bad thing.
"Shredded the record books. Literally, this time."
Hey, throw me a bone. Everyone down to the ball boy were yapping of my shredding of the record books so when I went to see for myself I found them only slightly dog-eared and didn't want to disappoint them, so...did somebody mention a bone?
"And there's plenty more here. How do you feel overall about these 136 complaints?"
136?! That I'm glad I can't count.
"Count, indeed. One last question: What are the Redblacks'
chances of bringing the Grey Cup back to Ottawa this year?"
I believe that if our special teams perform as expected and
our defence remains aggressive, then with the playbook Coach Campbell has instituted and the entire offence on board, our chances are excellent.
"Wow, I was expecting a real sarcastic answer."
Well, I was expecting a real reporter.
"Thank you for this, Halfbark."
Yip. Now, I swear someone mentioned a bone.
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TD Place, Landsdowne Park, Ottawa, Ontario
336. Clancy, 5yrs 30wks
Clancy's YEARBOOK 6: www.flickr.com/photos/130722340@N04/albums/72157690680496806
FOOTBALL Clancy: www.flickr.com/photos/130722340@N04/albums/72157682114502643
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➤ Your image must depict a fictitious Halloween magazine cover. (The magazine's subject/title can be anything, but it must be the Halloween issue.)
➤ Your image must include at least one text element (preferably more) and ...
➤ at least one character, being or critter, and ...
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i can think of one thing.....
the very first rose i got.
if i show it to you now, can you recognize it?
or will you say, "what's that?"
I don't actually call my truck that, but it turns heads everywhere it goes. If a day goes by and someone doesn't comment on the truck or ask me questions about it, it is an unusual day! Out in the middle of nowhere, though, attention's not really an issue. :^)
One of the funniest interactions was when someone pulled up along side of me at a highway traffic light and waved for me to roll down my window... the two passengers saw the exhaust/intake pipe for the heater on the back of the truck and wanted to know if my ALU-CAB Canopy Camper was a smoker. Before the light turned green, I hurriedly explained that the coaxial pipe was for an adapted sailboat heater used to heat the cabin and tent. I assured them that it was not a smoker!
This photo was taken in the Owyhee Mountains beyond the Succor Creek State Natural Area in Oregon. From that spot nestled up against the base of a cliff, I could see for miles in every direction, with only one other vehicle... just a tiny speck way off in the distance. Earlier that day, the couple had waved hello as they passed by me while I was walking around after driving the truck up a long and steep incline..
If you look closely, you can see some of the truck's dashboard instrumentation. Seeing that reminds me about what someone said. While stopping for gas in a really small town, a local policeman pulled up, rolled down his window, and shouted, "Wow! You've got more electronic gear in there than I have in my squad car! I probably should've taken that as an invitation to chat with him for a minute, but after days out in the wilderness alone, I wasn't feeling in a particularly talkative mood yet.
It has been put through the paces on some demanding terrain... this summer I busted off half of the rear bumper.
That other thing that I notice in this image and many others is something called lens compression. Some of the rock formations look fairly close when reality they are miles away.
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