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Chalandamarz
Der wohl bekannteste Engadiner Brauch ist Chalandamarz, der sich dank seiner früheren Verbindung mit dem alten römischen Neujahr und der Neubestellung der Dorfbehörden bis heute erhalten hat. Chalandamarz geht auf die Zeit zurück als die Römer die Herrschaft über Rätien inne hatten. Dieser heidnische Brauch, den unsere Vorfahren zur Vertreibung der bösen Geister feierten, wird an vielen Orten von Romanisch-Bünden gepflegt, die Art der Durchführung ist jedoch von Ort zu Ort verschieden.
Ab 1. Februar wird das Peitschenknallen geübt. Zwei Sonntage vor dem 1. März ist "Prouva da Chalandamarz" - in dieser Form nur in Zuoz bekannt - mit dem Rundgang des Schellenzuges um sämtliche Brunnen im Dorfe. Am eigentlichen Chalandamarz, am 1. März, wird der Umzug auf dem Dorfplatz mit Peitschenknallen, an dem sich auch die Älteren gerne beteiligen, abgeschlossen. Am Nachmittag und am Abend wird getanzt und gesungen.
I spent 5 days at the start of April in Taipei. The first two days it rained. All I wanted to do was to get out on the streets and shoot. Not so easy in the lashing rain.
I got bored, but being a believer in boredom and the curiosity that comes from it, I began to see if I could get some panning shots of the passing mopeds.
I stood on the side of the street, camera to my face and as the mopeds swooshed past, I swerved and clicked and tried to get a shot of them.
It was fun. Not a style of photography I had done before. Would like to become more proficient in it.
Very busy with work. Will visit your streams at weekend.
Thanks for the visit.
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For a fun video of the traffic lights in Taipei - click on the image in comments below. It will bring a smile to your face.
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Sounds familiar? Apparently the origin of this phrase is " ... in the English Navy during the 1600s. It refers to a punishment for indiscipline where the offender would be tied to the mast and lashed. The crew members made a deal among themselves to deliver light lashes, in effect, just scratching the offender’s back" ... now don't get me going about how the "concept" or "philosophy" has "evolved" to levels and in directions which are not very flattering, in what we refer to as our "modern civilization"... I am sure there is no need to proceed to lashing for you to understand what I refer to.... Next time I get a picture of a crow or a fox with a piece of cheese... perhaps we can have a little chat about an Aesop Fable ... if not, there are so many other fun things we can chat about on Flickr... lol ... :)
Had a great shoot today with Laura who contacted me recently on Model Mayhem (MM #1396603). I've had some locations in mind for shooting for a while and leapt at the chance to work with a local model.
Shot for all of 10 minutes in a nearby corn field until the rain came lashing down sending us scurrying for shelter.
Strobist Info: Oly FL50 flash triggered by Skyports through shoot through umbrella camera left. Umbrella was held by our excellent lighting assistant for the day, Amy, who was in danger of doing a 'Mary Poppins' and taking off with the umbrella.
Seen from atop the National Theatre on the River Thames in lashing rain during the parade of a multitude of boats in the Thames Diamond Jubilee Pageant in 2012 are the Kariat (in the foreground) and the Alaska.
Kariat was a steam launch designed and built by the Liquid Fuel Engineering Co. of East Cowes on the Isle of Wight in 1896. She was 10.67m in length, had a beam of 2.06m with an undetermined draught.
She was found derelict at Itchenor on the Solent in 1953 and was fully restored before being owned by a variety of people. She returned to Cowes in 2003, regularly steaming on the Solent. On this day she was crewed by Sea Cadets and members of Isle of Wight youth organisations - hence the IoW flag at the bow.
Alaska was built in 1883 at Bourne End on the Thames (north-west of Slough) for use as a hire boat taking parties on day trips. She is 16 gross tons and has a length of 18.20m, beam of 3m and a draught of 0.98m.
In 1887 she was used to inaugurate a ferry service from Oxford to Kingston and back (two days downriver, three on the way back, with passengers staying in hotels at night). This continued until the beginning of World War II, although by then Alaska was reduced to shorter portions of the trip as more modern vessels coped with the demand.
She went through a sad period until 1974 when discovered at Medley Boat Station in Oxford where she was being used as a boarding pontoon, sitting on the bottom of the river and decked-over with plywood. She was taken downriver and spent 12 years being fully restored, during which time she was reunited with her original engine.
Both vessels were part of Britain's National Historic Fleet. However, a devastating fire in Cowes in 2016 that destroyed 32 boats, resulted in Kariat being a total loss.
Shot at Leith Hall Gardens at the end of September, when a late burst of summer weather gave us some welcome sunshine before autumn arrived with gales and lashing rain!
Happy Bokeh Wednesday to everyone ;o)
I'm taking a break for a while - I'm in need of a rest! Flickr has a way of eating up more and more time and energy - and I have limited supplies of both.
I'm planning to experiment and play with ideas. Flickr is teeming with creativity and ideas in abundance, thanks to you all - so I have plenty to draw on!
See you all again soon - with batteries re-charged .o)
My flower set is here: Elisa Flower Set
My Leith Hall set of photos are here: Elisa Leith Hall
My Bokeh set: Elisa's bokeh set
Actually, it was absolute lashing down with rain, Dull grey overcast. Only a Nutter would be out in these conditions Photographing trains.
But Along came Luminar with Sky Replacement tool, and HEY PRESTO ...................
On my last trip up to the Lakes in early Spring this year, I came here but it was lashing it down with rain and the wind was wild - so needless to say I wanted to get back and capture the bridge in a far calmer climate.
Wind bending the trees, rain lashing down the window and so dark indoors I needed the light on at 2 PM. Time for a hot coffee, and maybe some left over shortbread!
Daytonian in Manhattan
The Powell Building in TriBeCa
Henry Lillie Pierce had a sweet life. In 1849 while studying at Milton Academy in Massachusetts, he was hired as a clerk in the Baker Chocolate Company. Owner Walter Baker was the stepbrother of the youth’s mother and gave him the enviable salary of three dollars a week.
Before long Pierce was the manager of the Walter Baker Counting House in Boston and, after Baker's death in 1854, he leased the chocolate business from the estate. The determined candy maker soon purchased the Preston Chocolate Mill and then acquired the chocolate-making business of Josiah Webb. In 1867 Baker’s Chocolate and Coca won an award in the Paris Exhibition for its quality and six years later won the highest awards at the Vienna Exhibition. Pierce was building new mills and increasing his production as awards rolled in and business boomed.
By 1892 it was time to replace the temporary, leased New York offices with a permanent structure. Pierce commissioned the fledgling architectural firm of Carrere & Hastings to design a New York City headquarters. Real estate was purchased at 105 Hudson Street where warehouses and factories had sprung up due to the convenient location near the Hudson River and rail transportation.
The architects produced a lavish structure for the otherwise industrial neighborhood. The light-colored brick building, sitting on two stories of rusticated stone, was embellished with deep, Renaissance Revival terra cotta ornamentation. The lower floors of the seven-story building were used by the chocolate firm while the upper floors were leased to other food companies.
Exuberant terra-cotta detailing and curved brick forming columns made Pierce's building stand out from its utilitarian neighbors. Among the employees in Frederick B. Thompson's upper-story offices in 1901 was a seventeen-year old stenographer. When Thompson’s married brother visited one afternoon, he made advances on the girl. The following day the elderly Mrs. F. E. Malloy, the girl’s irate mother, appeared at the office and called the offending man into the hallway where she produced a horsewhip and began lashing him, crying “I’ll teach you to talk disparagingly of my daughter!”
The offices on the floor emptied with the commotion and Thompson was hustled to the street where he fled to a train to Chicago. Mrs. Malloy’s daughter helped her downstairs and the turmoil came to an end.
Seven years after Pierce’s death, candy manufacturer Alexander Powell purchased the building from the Pierce Estate in 1903. Within two years he contracted architect Henri Fouchaux to add four stories and another 25 feet to the north. Although the additions altered the Carrere & Hastings proportions, Fouchaux so closely followed the original designs that the AIA Guide to New York City dares the passerby to “find the joints” in the façade.
Powell not only seamlessly added four stories, but affixed huge bronze letters that proclaimed POWELL BUILDING. While the building mainly continued to house food concerns (Miles & Holman, millers, were here in 1902; Lusk’s California canned fruit with their “Bear Brand” was listed in 1919; and Jacob A. Kirsch & Co. who produced military rations leased space here), tenants also included offices such as the Southern Pacific Company’s operating and accounting departments and the Maryland Color Printing Company.
Throughout the 20th Century the building remarkably retained its integrity with little alteration. Developer Joseph Cazana bought it in the mid-1970s, converting it to mixed-used residential and business co-ops with 16 apartments and 24 offices. Where the Baker Chocolate Company and Cocoa company had once proudly exhibited its wares, the non-profit, publicly-financed “Artists Space” gallery now promoted sometimes-controversial exhibitions.
In 2000 architects Bone Levine conducted an extensive exterior restoration. Today the bronze letters announcing POWELL BUILDING are still intact on the Hudson Street side and many of the apartments retain charming original details such as interior office doors with stenciled bubble glass and transoms. The commercial space is now home to Robert De Niro’s well-known Nobu restaurant. Henry Lillie Pierce’s grand vision for his New York headquarters remains one of the area’s most impressive structures.
What better way to recover from braving the howling wind and lashing rain to watch some mediocre fireworks set off than a nice hot chocolate with whipped cream, garnished with chocolate swirls?
For Macro Mondays Theme 'Garnish'
An ICM image made on the wet shores of Wast Water while taking shelter from the lashing rain. I quite liked the slight colour change that was being heightened by the falling rain.
Steamer SS Dicky was shipwrecked on a Caloundra beach which was named after her. The ship sailed from Rockhampton and as it arrived to clear Caloundra Head it met lashing rain and cyclonic winds that sent the ship on her beam ends. Captain James Beattie was forced to beach the ship to avoid hitting the rocks off Moffat Beach.
On 4th February 1893 at 10.35 am the ship grounded stern first on the beach.
The wreck is due to removed soon as it is a hazard to swimmers and surfers.
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Lashing down with rain this morning,so naturally I went out.............. ;).I was waiting for a break in the torrent,and thankfully it came.I'd wanted totry this for ages,its Lowe House church reflected in a puddle outside,then turned upside down,works for me! lol
Thanks for looking,
Chris.
Record temperatures topped 90F (32C) as parts of Britain baked today. But the heatwave is set to come to a crashing end tonight with violent storms and floods lashing the country. :-))
....wanna stroke some puppies?
A more extreme showgirl type make-up (CSL anyone......?!) combined with classic strappy heels, pantyhose, daisy dukes and a sheer patterned chiffon blouse. A little slutty but hey - I have urges I can't control.....
I adore Vegas showgirls and sometimes I can't resist lashing on the cosmetics! If you click on 'all sizes' you can see my girly eye glitter!
ENG: This is how you secure broken houses in Berlin. A curiosity with Berlin charm. A bit broken, a bit weird. The three lashing straps system has been in place for over a year now, since 27 November 2017 to be precise.
What had happened? A (Berlin transport companies) BVG bus of line 100 crashed into the supporting pillar of the corner building when turning off at the junction Leipziger Straße / Wilhelmstraße. The force of the impact tears a formwork from its anchorage. The massive concrete part, weighing about five tons, crashes onto the road and buries a small car underneath it. Fortunately, nobody was injured. Now Berlin has a new landmark.
GER: So sichert man kaputte Häuser in Berlin. Eine Kuriosität mit Berliner Charme. Ein bisschen kaputt, ein bisschen schräg. Das drei Spanngurte System hält nun schon seit über einen Jahr, genau genommen seit dem 27. November 2017.
Was war passiert? Ein BVG-Bus der Linie 100 krachte beim Abbiegen an der Kreuzung Leipziger Straße / Wilhelmstraße in den Stützpfeiler des Eckhauses. Die Wucht des Aufpralls reißt eine Verschalung aus der Verankerung. Das massive etwa fünf Tonnen schwere Betonteil stürzt auf die Straße und begräbt einen Kleinwagen unter sich. Zum Glück wurde niemand verletzt. Nun hat Berlin eine neue Sehenswürdigkeit.
took this during a massive thunder storm
it was actually lashing down with rain as i shelterd in a door way to snap this view from our terrace over looking dubrovnik old town
Constantly appearing sun rays and their silvery reflections off distant water bodies highlighted a short hike around Weereewa (Lake George, NSW). They at least reminded me of the possibility of warmth on a very cold and windy day, also punctuated by lashing showers.
3 photos merged together.
Storm Doris lashing at the sea defences near the round tower on Gunwalk, Lyme Regis. Golden cap in the background
This is Milu , who is often seen reclining in a relaxed manner but this is one of our favourite chairs and she knows the game is up -she's not allowed this chair - you can see it in her expression ! The water spray is supposed to be a deterrent to keep the cats away from the precious things in our house (although we rarely need to fire it}. Outside Storm Ciara is lashing the windows. Milu has no interest in the weather, she is relaxing between meals.
Found sled from previous photo.
Impressive lashing and joinery, some the likes of I had not seen before. (View large if possible)
A little bit of light filtering through the boxes as the crew is completing the lashing underway.
Jeu de lumières qui filtre à travers les conteneurs pendant que l'équipage sécurise les conteneurs
It was so beautiful when I came out of the pool after my aquafit class that I decided I would go home, pack up a lunch and coffee and we could head down by the river to enjoy it. We arrived at the dyke and within the first 10 minutes we had sun, lashing rain, thunder, high winds, hail and then back to sun. Yet another sure sign Spring has arrived.
Craster, Northumberland
Taken Valentines Day 2017 - the Black Hole was pretty wild at sunrise and extremely cold. If I remember rightly, there was lots of hail, snow and lashing rain before and after.
The mono conversion shows the mood but doesnt get across the two welly-fulls of water I got taking it!
The UK is in the middle of Storm Ciara with high winds and lashing rain. It makes one appreciate the simpler pleasures of life, like good coffee!
With a long stretchy tongue covered in venomous barbs, the Makika hides in murky swamps, lashing out at passing prey. The venom has a unique smell, allowing the Makika to track the wounded prey. This venom also infuses their body, which means they are also poisonous.
just another 10-15 seconds after the last photo.... this is the last of the sequence, for somewhat obvious reasons
unedited photo, except for some slight cropping
I took this a few weeks back when I passed Storehouse. Even though the weather was bleak and grey the reflection was almost perfect, could have done with a bit more sky detail but there was a little just to take the blankness away.
A few weeks on and it's still grey :( This morning it's lashing from the heavens, dark and dismal. I was hoping for some nice weather as I have to go North West today, however camera will be with me so you never know, one can only live in hope !
Down main 'double bubble' as Monday's 5Q10 Class701 emu delivery is succeeded by GBRf's 69001 upon 4Y19 12.30 Mountfield-Southampton gypsum empties seen passing St John's in warming sun coming along after a half-hour rain lashing.
27th June 2022
I was driving around the evening before sussing out new places in the lashing rain and passed some nice fields here with great views of Caherconree and decided I must come back some day. The next day after lunch I was about to head down to Cappagh for the evening but saw the light was falling nicely here and decided to try and get a few shots here first, never made it to Cappagh, ended up spending too long here. I had been taking pictures of this tree not even realising that there was a ringfort right in front of me, eventually the penny dropped and I zoomed out. I had to stand on an old stone wall as I couldn't get into this field so i had to shoot handheld and sacrifice a little dof. I love this mountain and always admired it from afar but had never taken any shots. A local out walking his dog stopped for a chat and told me that some people compare it to Ayres rock in Australia. I said it reminds me of table top mountain in South Africa as it has a flat top and steep slopes on the side. The summit is partially covered in cloud so you cant see the full profile here. The highest ancient fort in Ireland is also to be found up there close to the summit at 680m. That's my next mission, id say its amazing.
Handheld taken because of weather conditions. Was unable to use a tripod as the rain was lashing down...
Taken on a silly iso had to remove some noise in the image in cs6.
Got to day 39 without having to post an early morning safety shot. The run came to an end. I did take it in a car park, just not my work car park (where about 200 photos of the 2022 365 were taken - and it really isn't an interesting or glamorous car park).
It felt quite spring-like this morning. But when I left football* tonight at 10.30, with the rain lashing down, it was back to normal.
*Soccer / soccerball or whatever people want to call it.
took this a while ago in wicklow i liked the colours especially the yellow so as it is lashing rain here black dark and snow forcast i decided to add a splash of colour to my weekend haha , i got hooked on reflections earlier this year and hope i can do a lot more photos of them
Hope you are all having a great weekend .
Explored 12/ 1 / 2013 #246
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well... not really... this red winged blackbird appears to be giving a terse or stern lashing... but is in fact just establishing it's territory with its distinctively "trill". I did really like the look and with one half of it's head in shadow... it gave it quite a "menacing" look. Blackbirds in general are also high up on my list of favourite birds to photograph and are a sign of healthy wetlands... which are disappearing far faster than one can imagine.
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The storm, in its insatiable hunger, had devoured the day. It had raged and howled, clawing at the rocks and lashing the sea into convulsions. The mountains had stood unmoved, their cold flanks indifferent to the fury, their peaks wreathed in mist like the brows of old gods lost in thought. But now, in this brief and almost reluctant moment of peace, the sky fractured, and through its wounds, light spilled.
Not the soft light of comfort, nor the tender caress of spring’s warmth—no, this was light like revelation, sharp and blinding, piercing the dense veils of mist and rain. Golden lances fell from the heavens, striking the crests of the mountains and the black skin of the sea. It was triumph, defiant and terrible, as if the sky itself had risen from its battle with the storm and now unfurled its burning banners over the world. And yet, even as it claimed its fleeting victory, one could see its own frailty. The mist was already creeping in again, devouring the edges of the mountains. The light bled away into the deepening dusk.
The islands scattered across the water seemed like remnants of an ancient ruin, their reflections trembling in the glassy surface as if they, too, could feel time gnawing at their edges. The sea, which had roared in fury only moments before, now lay still, breathing in long, slow sighs, its surface broken only by thin trails of ripples—ghosts of the wind’s vanished presence.
For a moment, one could almost believe in eternity, in the weight and endurance of rock and ocean, in the solemnity of things that do not bend to time. But then, the light faltered. The storm, though briefly silenced, was not gone. The wind shifted, and the mist thickened again. The golden radiance, so bold and exultant, was already withdrawing, slipping away between the mountains like something ashamed of its own hubris.
And so it is with all things. Triumph burns bright, but only for an instant. Beauty flares and then is swallowed. We reach for light, for meaning, and for a moment, it is in our grasp—but then the mist rolls in once more, and the world returns to its silence.
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I really wanted to get out for a walk this afternoon, but the weather went from drizzle, to rain, to lashing it down in short order. Ho hum. Her Majesty is still smiling and waving
On 24th. May 2025, Derby’s Market Hall re-opened after an eight-year, £35,000,000 restoration and refurbishment project. It was certainly buzzing when we visited, two days later, but fast-forward barely seven months, to the week before Christmas when, even with heavy rain lashing down, the rest of the city is very busy, it is all but deserted. Many of the franchises are closed and those that are open are starved of customers. What went wrong?
10/06/2023 - D5631 (31207) is photographed heading towards holt during the mixed traction gala event with the sun lashing down
North Norfolk Railway
Swallow-tailed kite. A ventral view. Glennville, GA.
Bent describing the flight of this species states, "The flight of the condor or the eagle may be grand, majestic, but the flight of the swallow-tailed kite is beautiful in the extreme, unsurpassed in grace and elegance." He then goes on to quote Coues (1874), "By a stroke of the thin-bladed wings and a lashing of the cleft tail, its flight is swayed to this or that side in a moment, or instantly arrested. Now it swoops with incredible swiftness, seizes without a pause, and bears its struggling captive aloft, feeding from its talons as it flies; now it mounts in airy circles till it is a speck in the blue ether and disappears."
From Life Histories of North American Birds of Prey, Part one, by Arthur Cleveland Bent
This particular morning I was out earlier than normal, thank goodness, and feeling ready to capture the sunrise; however, I blew a water line in my truck on the way up the mountain and found myself stranded. Should I stay an repair the coolant hose or should I start the trek for the peak and risk being far too late for sunrise and missing the shot. It was an easy choice.
Once I looked up and saw blue hour fading and sunrise approaching that was the catalyst for my motivation. It was now or never if I had a chance to capture the sunrise.
I grabbed my gear and made my way through the snow covered forest floor, up the steepest parts of the mountain. It was a tough slog and I was completely out of breath when I reached the summit but all the while the colors in the sky were beckoning me to hurry now. Faster now! No time to hesitate now. I was compelled and propelled by the anticipation of capturing the shot.
In my head there were only two considerations, first was to hustle and get up there with time to set up and capture the sunrise and the second was a dizzying mix of technical data that I would need to pull off the shot: ISO, aperture, cable release... Bracketing! Can't forget that... 5 or 7? And so on.
With no time to spare and colors bursting in all directions I was exhausted yet ecstatic to have made it to the top! Hope you enjoy the view!
A 4 image panorama, stitched together in Lightroom, of a sunrise selfie taken from Mt. Prevost overlooking the Cowichan Valley and coastal islands.
Ps. I managed to repair the waterline, which had simply popped off on one end, by lashing some Para-chord around it and synching it as tight as possible (after wrestling with the clamp for 40 minutes). With some water from a nearby stream I was topped up and ready to make my descent. Win win!
A female Indian Robin giving her partner a tongue-lashing since he was not building their nest up to her expectations. They are commonly found in open scrub areas and often seen running along the ground or perching on low thorny shrubs and rocks. The long tail is usually held up and the chestnut undertail coverts and dark body make them easily distinguishable from Pied Bushchats and Oriental Magpie Robins.