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Lego Tron Light Cycle.
Happy New Year everyone :)
Ok so this one has taken me some time to build. Collecting all the pieces and constantly tweaking the curves.
I will be honest I am slightly apprehensive about this build. I have put so much effort into it but I am not sure how it will be received. So I really hope you like it.
You just can't beat a good long walk especially when the weather is as lovely as it was when I took this shot!
Stay Safe and Healthy Everyone!
Thanks to everyone who views this photo, adds a note, leaves a comment and of course BIG thanks to anyone who chooses to favourite my photo .... Thanks to you all!
Created for Hypothetical Awards' Seasonal Dreams challenge and for the Award Tree's "Holiday Art" challenge.
I shot the bench in Michigan (the snow accumulation is real but the falling snow and the glow from the light were added). I ran into the old guitarist at an art show in Cambria, Ca, and he was gracious enough to let me take his photo.
it's not your turn this time... just let it go...
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Photo Taken with Canon EOS 1D MkiiN & TOKINA 12-24mm F4 ATX DX PRO
Taken From Chittagong Railway Station, Chittagong, Bangladesh.
Copyright: Abdul Aziz Apu
Contact: apu029@gmail.com
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This photographic story of mine, with descriptive text, was created in Novara di Sicilia (ME) on August 15th of this year, on the occasion of a suggestive traditional religious and popular celebration, that of the Apotheosis of the Assumption (in Heaven), which takes place every 5 years, however due to the bans issued during the Covid, it was not celebrated in 2020, so it had not been held for 10 years. I would like to tell the origins of this ancient tradition, it was born with the arrival of the Normans in Sicily around the year 1000, in that period in Southern Italy there was a coexistence of peoples, religions, languages, the most diverse, the majority were given by the Lombards, there were the Greeks, with the Greek population of Calabria, of Salento (that is the Byzantines) with the Greek Church which is based in Constantinople, it is not a foreign Byzantine domination, but they are the people of those lands for centuries, then there are the Arabs who conquered Sicily, but also under the Arabs in Sicily, Greeks, Latins, Jews coexist, the populations coexist, they are the leaders who make war among themselves, then in the south of Italy the Normans arrive, they are French from the north of France, they are the descendants of the Vikings coming from Scandinavia, the Norman Roger 1st of Sicily (called the Great Count Roger) together with his brother, conquered the Puglia, Calabria, and subsequently allying themselves with an Arab emir reigning in Sicily, who asked them for help because he was fighting with another Arab emir present in Sicily, Roger landed in February 1061 he landed in Messina and managed to occupy the eastern part of Sicily, and in 1091 Roger could say he was master of all of Sicily: ancient literature indicates the Great Count Roger as the promoter of the celebrations of the Assumption, on whose banner the image of Our Lady Ascending to Heaven stood out, under whose protection the process of "re-Christianization" of the island began, devotion to the Virgin which was strengthened in the territory of Novara di Novara di Sicilia in the 12th century with the arrival of the French abbot Hugh (also a Saint), sent to Sicily by Bernard of Clairvaux, of the Cistercian Order, which has the figure of Our Lady Ascending to Heaven as a cornerstone of its religious institution. This celebration-feast has seen mixed fortunes. Before the Second World War, the float with the Assumption was carried in procession along with about 15 floats representing various saints. After the war, the bishop prohibited carrying the statues of the saints alongside the Assumption. With the Great Jubilee of 2000, the ancient tradition was revived, with the saints preceding the Assumption's exit. They arrive in the town's main square, arranging themselves in a semicircle, awaiting the arrival of the Assumption, which in the meantime has been carried in procession through the town's streets. Upon her return to the square around midnight, the Assumption is reunited with all the saints, giving life to the highest expression of the Apotheosis of Mary Assumed into Heaven, amidst songs, litanies, and prayers. This, in short, is a great, heartfelt procession that begins in the afternoon and continues late into the night, with many floats of saints preceding the Assumption of Mary, with arms raised high, characterized by the presence of more than 150 lit candles. The official logo of the Solemn Apotheosis of the Assumption encapsulates the presence of the 15 saints as if they were 15 roses, arranged in a crown around the monogram "M - A" (Our Lady Ascending to Heaven). For Dante Alighieri in the Divine Comedy, the "Mystical Rose" is "the Love of God," a symbol of divine perfection, peace, and the beauty of Paradise, linked to the figure of Mary, the Mystical Rose par excellence. Thus, the Apotheosis is none other than the Embrace that God, through Mary and the Saints, extends to all mankind.
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Questo mio racconto fotografico, con testo descrittivo, è stato realizzato a Novara di Sicilia (ME) il 15 di agosto di quest’anno, in occasione di una suggestiva celebrazione tradizionale religiosa e popolare, quella della Apoteosi dell’Assunta (in Cielo), che prende vita ogni 5 anni, purtuttavia causa i divieti emanati durante il covid, nel 2020 non venne celebrata, sicchè era da 10 anni che non veniva svolta. Desidero raccontare le origini di questa antica tradizione, essa infatti nasce con l’arrivo dei Normanni in Sicilia attorno all’Anno Mille, in quel periodo nell’Italia Meridionale c’era una convivenza di popoli, religioni, lingue, le più diverse, la maggioranza era data dai Longobardi, c’erano i Greci, con la popolazione greca della Calabria, del Salento (ovvero i Bizantini) con la Chiesa Greca che fa capo a Costantinopoli, non è una dominazione bizantina straniera, ma sono i popoli di quelle terre da secoli, poi ci sono gli Arabi che hanno conquistato la Sicilia, ma anche sotto gli arabi in Sicilia, convivono Greci, Latini, Ebrei, le popolazioni convivono, sono i capi che si fanno la guerra tra di loro, poi nel meridione d’Italia giungono i Normanni, essi sono francesi del nord della Francia, essi sono i discendenti dei Vichinghi provenienti dalla Scandinavia, il Normanno Ruggero 1° di Sicilia (detto il Gran Conte Ruggero) insieme al fratello, conquistarono la Puglia, la Calabria, e successivamente alleandosi con un emiro arabo regnante in Sicilia, che chiedeva loro aiuto perché in lotta con un altro emiro arabo presente in Sicilia, Ruggero sbarcò nel febbraio del 1061 sbarcò a Messina riuscendo ad occupare la parte orientale della Sicilia, e nel 1091 Ruggero potè dirsi padrone di tutta la Sicilia: l’antica letteratura indica il Gran Conte Ruggero promotore dei festeggiamenti dell’Assunta, sul cui stendardo campeggiava l’immagine dell’Assunta, sotto la cui protezione ebbe inizio il processo di “ricristianizzazione” dell’isola, devozione verso la Vergine che si rafforza nel territorio di Novara di Novara di Sicilia nel XII secolo con l’arrivo dell’abate francese Ugo (anch’egli Santo), inviato in Sicilia da Bernardo di Chiaravalle, dell’Ordine Cistercense, che ha come pilastro portante la figura dell’Assunta nella sua istituzione religiosa. Questa celebrazione-festa ha visto alterne fortune, prima del secondo conflitto mondiale la vara con l’Assunta veniva portata in processione assieme a circa 15 vare di diversi santi, dopo tale conflitto ci fu il divieto vescovile di portare le statue dei santi insieme all’Assunta; col Grande Giubileo del 2000 l’antica tradizione ha ripreso vita coi Santi che precedono l’uscita dell’Assunta, giungendo nella piazza principale del paese, disponendosi a semicerchio, aspettando l’arrivo dell’Assunta che nel frattempo è stata condotta in processione nelle vie del paese, al suo rientro in piazza verso mezzanotte Maria Assunta si ricongiunge con tutti i Santi, dando vita alla massima espressione dell’Apoteosi di Maria Assunta in Cielo, tra canti, litanie e preghiere. Questa, in sintesi, è una grande, sentita, processione che inizia nel pomeriggio, e prosegue a notte fonda, con tante vare di santi che precedono quella di Maria Assunta, con le braccia rivolte in alto, caratterizzata dalla presenza di più di 150 candele accese. Il logo ufficiale della Solenne Apoteosi dell’Assunta racchiude la presenza dei 15 santi come fossero 15 rose, disposte a corona attorno al monogramma “M – A” (Madonna Assunta): per Dante Alighieri nella Divina Commedia la “Rosa Mistica” è “l’Amore di Dio”, simbolo della perfezione divina, pace, bellezza del Paradiso, collegata alla figura di Maria, Rosa Mistica per eccellenza, ecco che l’Apoteosi altro non è che l’Abbraccio che Dio, tramite Maria ed i Santi, rivolge a tutti gli uomini.
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The Eldrial Vale
Beneath an immeasurable sky, where clouds drifted like phantoms across a fathomless blue, the Eldrial Vale unfurled in solemn majesty. It was a place where time thickened, suspended between memory and forgetting. On either side, mountains loomed — their peaks scarred by lingering ice, white veins against weathered rock — watching all with an indifference carved by millennia. Forests of ancient trees draped their dark canopies down the slopes, their depths murmuring secrets to winds that slipped through the branches like unseen messengers.
A river, impossibly clear, wound its way through the valley’s heart, glinting like liquid glass drawn by an unseen hand. It wove intricate, unhurried arcs through the meadowlands, as if contemplating its own course. The water whispered across pebbles smoothed by the ages, its sound a language older than thought. There was a kind of sentience to its flow, a knowing grace that made the air around it feel charged — as though the very earth held its breath.
The valley floor stretched out, a wild expanse of mossy greens and russet grasses, interrupted by boulders tossed carelessly in some forgotten upheaval. Wildflowers, brilliant yet shy, clung to the edges of this fractured land, their delicate petals trembling beneath the weight of the sun’s late morning gaze. The air was dense with the scent of damp loam, cool stone, and distant water — a mingling of fragrances so subtle they bordered on memory.
It was a landscape that held itself apart, poised between serenity and unease. A stillness laced with tension, as though the land teetered on the brink of revelation. Here, beauty did not simply exist; it watched. The mountains neither welcomed nor forbade, their silence stretched taut, a canvas awaiting meaning. The river did not merely travel — it remembered, its path carved not just through rock, but through forgotten tales and unspoken longings.
Beyond the narrowing of the vale, where shadows braided themselves into the light, lay the passage into wilder realms. The valley's edges blurred, boundaries fading into uncertainty. Each step forward felt like a question pressed into the earth. And in that space between known and unknown, sunlight seemed to flicker, hesitant yet resolute — as though the world itself was deciding whether to unveil or obscure.
To stand here was to feel the enormity of stories untold, the ache of things almost remembered. The air thrummed with a quiet, dissonant music, vibrating with a tension that refused to resolve. The stones, the water, the wind — they all seemed to pause, expectant, holding within them the possibility of revelation or retreat.
This was Eldrial: a place where the world tilted ever so slightly, unsettling in its beauty, magnetic in its mystery — an edge between what was and what might yet be.
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To wander these landscapes, whether in vision or in thought, is to touch a fragment of that boundless wonder. If the whisper of this vale calls to you, let your journey continue beyond these words. Discover more visions of untamed places and stories held in light and language at www.coronaviking.com — where the world awaits, ready to be seen anew.
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Real Location: Routeburn Valley North in New Zealand's Southern Alps
There's an old oak tree
We can swing and sway
We'll lock arms and legs
When I look at you
You're so far away
Oh so far away
-Mae: Just Let Go
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Taken at the Cloud Forest - Garden by the Bay, Singapore.
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What LEGO means in my eyes and why LEGO is different from other common toys and why I love it so much :)
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She's old, tired and just wants to lie here in the sun and be left alone for a while.
From my Sea Lions of Moss Landing collection.
Moss Landing is just north of Monterey, California.
Hong Kong’s legendary spot for "villain hitting"—where superstition and modern life collide, where people come to let go of bad luck and grudges... maybe the only but small rebellion against fate.
Hennessy Road, Canal Road, Wan Chai. 2015.
X-T1 + 16-55mm
- ! - I don’t know what happens with Flickr. Just don’t let me enter. If in a remote case I could enter, kicks me out in the next 5 minutes. Only let me enter from my cellphone. So, I can give you stars and sometimes comment too, but I can’t add to groups or make tags, or reading flickrmails. So, mean while Flickr lets me enter again, I will be at 500px... So far so good. My apologies. Hope this will be fixed soon :-)
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