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STEFANIA VISCONTI is an Italian transgendered actress, model, chameleon-like performer, and activist. She is available for a variety of arts and entertainment projects, including theatrical performances, long and short films, TV programs, photo shootings, live performances. She is willing to travel anywhere in Italy and abroad. For further information, write to viscontistefy@libero.it. You will find other links to some of her personal pages below
Limit / Magazin-Reihe
Ehapa Verlag / Deutschland 1997
ex libris MTP
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Limit of Shunt ground signal at Warrington Bank Quay, Cheshire.
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"Limit of Shunt. A limit of shunt signal. consists of two permanently lit red lights in a horizontal arrangement, meaning 'Stop'. No train is allowed to pass this signal as the direction will be against the normal direction of travel. A limit of shunt signal is permanently lit and cannot display any other aspect; there is no lens fitted in the proceed position on these signals."
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- Changement de direction avec un voyage en Europe.
- Wien ou Vienne en Autriche.
- La Stephansplatz, est la place centrale de la capitale autrichienne. Elle est le départ du kilomètre zéro des distances à destinations des limites nationales de l'Autriche. Au centre de la place s'élève la Cathédrale Saint-Étienne
- La Stephansplatz , C'est le quartier le plus animé de la ville avec l'ensemble des rues piétonnes et des grands magasins de luxe sur le Graben.
- Stephandon, La cathédrale Saint-Étienne est la cathédrale de Vienne, en Autriche. Elle est située dans le premier arrondissement de la ville. Cette cathédrale est de style gothique, mais au centre d'un quartier baroque. Son bourdon « Die Pummerin » pèse 20 tonnes.
- Sa toiture est composée de tuiles vernissées, disposées en motifs linéaires, en diagonale. Sur le toit de la partie Est se trouve l'emblème de l'empire d'Autriche-Hongrie : l'aigle à deux têtes. La flèche la plus haute de la cathédrale culmine à 136 mètres de hauteur, faisant de la cathédrale Saint-Étienne le plus haut monument religieux de Vienne, devant l'église votive.
- Débutée en 1137, elle est consacrée en 1147, pendant sa construction en présence de Roi des Romains Conrad III de Hohenstaufen, Otton de Freising, ainsi que d'autres seigneurs allemands prêts à partir pour la deuxième croisade. La première partie fut achevée en 1160. Elle est ensuite agrandie de 1230 à 1245. C'est de cette époque que datent le mur Ouest et les premières tours romanes. En 1258, un incendie détruisit une grande partie du bâtiment. Une deuxième structure, plus large et elle aussi romane fut alors reconstruite sur les ruines de l'ancienne et consacrée le 23 avril 1263. Le choeur, la tour sud et la tour nord inachevée.
- La cathédrale a été bombardée en 1575 par les Ottomans, puis en 1805 par Napoléon, ainsi que lors des bombardements alliés à la fin de la Seconde Guerre mondiale qui l'endommagèrent sévèrement.
- Elle contient les viscères des membres de la Maison de Habsbourg qui régnèrent sur l'Autriche jusqu'en 1918. La création du bâtiment Haas Haus, dans les années 1990, a provoqué un scandale, son style très moderne cassant la beauté de la cathédrale gothique dont la flèche se reflète dans les vitres du bâtiment. ( source Wikipédia )
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This was the weekend to be on Gregory’s Bald. The Flame Azalea’s are in full bloom. I set out this morning to get some good pictures and do a small hike, I was going to do the Bald tomorrow. I did a short 45 minute hike and had a few pictures taken by 9 am but the morning light was gone and replaced with the harsh daylight. I decided to do the hike to the bald 5.5 miles one way 11 miles round trip today.
After getting to the trail head I met up with a few people from the Chattanooga Hiking Club. I decided to hike with them, and I kept up with them for 2 miles. At that point I knew I was going to have to hike at my own pace. This trail is unrelenting and gains 500 feet per mile 3000 in total and It was 93 degrees with 50% humidity.
I began to tire fast at this point, only able to walk about 30 yards before I would have to stop and rest, several times I had pushed myself to continue as I had done many times in the past. Now let me stop there and say I had hiked this trail 2 years ago, and several trails longer and steeper and I have been working out 45 minutes a day so I am getting in decent shape; however, I didn’t take into consideration that I had only been eating about 1300 calories a day for the last 3 weeks and today had only had 170 calories.
At about the 3 mile mark I took another rest, bending over to hold my shorts. As I stood up telling myself to push forward I got dizzy and lightheaded, even lost my bearings for a moment. I decided that that was the last signal I needed and I would turn and hike back to the car, disappointed that I missed the scene on the top of the bald.
My Self portrait was supposed to me on the bald with the azalea’s and the view of Cades Cove in the distance, but as I made my way down I decided that the SP would be a clone, Me looking disappointed in one and proud in the other, Disappointed to not make the summit, but proud of the hike I and my dedication to the weight loss and exercise program I have been on for the last 3 weeks.
I got to a point where I thought this SP Would work and took my tripod off my back. As I took my backpack off (28lbs) I fell to my knees dizzier than before and for the first time I didn’t think I was going to make it back to the car. I drank the last of my water at that point, still a mile away from my car, and decided to eat one of the sandwiches I had packed. I took one bite and realized I had no saliva left to chew it.
At that point set up my tripod and camera, took one look through the viewfinder and staggered my way to the log. When I came back to the camera and saw that I had moved (because I couldn’t stand still) while the shutter was open I thought “well that is fitting, just how I feel at the moment”.
I made it slowly back to my car and drove, still a bit dizzy, to the campground store to get some water. It wasn’t until I had drunk a liter of the water and eaten 2 Kashi bars that I felt better. The moral of the story: Listen to your body and push yourself to the limit but don’t let that voice confuse you about where that limit is.
The No Limits exhibit by Alexandre Arrechea on Park Avenue -- Each sculpture is patterned after an iconic building in New York City and takes on a life of its own. This is the Met Life Building, coiled like a giant firehouse.
Thanks, as always, for your visit and all of your support. Have a great Thursday!
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"Everything in life depends on how that life accepts its limits."
-James Baldwin
Explored - Mar 25, 2009
Carry overs from long ago, the speed limit for southbound trains is indicated on the catenary at the Helethorpe, MD, MARC station. It's 100 MPH; there's a curve coming up!
How do we find our limits?
Some are driven to them, like soldiers in a battlefield, to die pathetically in a muddy hole, or fight and survive gloriously.
Some find it within themselves to push beyond what they believed was possible. To transcend even their own perceptions of boundary and will. They may be surprised, or just relieved; elated, or stunned.
For some, the push is from without. Driven by uncontrollable forces to delve within themselves for that which will let them surmount preconceptions of where their own envelope lies. Sometimes a choice is made: I must do this or perish. Sometimes their salvation occurs as a thing to be considered in retrospect - almost as a flash of chance - to astound them in its subsequent success (how did I do that?).
We may go through our lives happy or struggling, gripped by conflict or blissfully confident in our organised, smooth path. We may coast obliviously, with reckless abandon, grinning like ignorant fools. We may be forced to make cold, hard decisions, or have our lives comfortably mapped in a bland and safe conformity of existence.
Bravery is no guarantee; in a world where an idiot may cross a busy street, eyes shut, without injury, a pure heart may be brushed from existence like a mangled insect from the windshield of the world by life's uncaring wiper blades. Fools may prospur where good men fall.
Our limits come to us, or we to them. We may walk safe, or bleed. Some call it fate; some call it passion. There are those who call it luck.
Western philosophy hails victors: those who surmount the odds. Oriental thought lauds the concept of struggle, 'though it lead to failure; the path that was taken, despite the result; the heart within the fight. Thus the most noteworthy of men may be swept to oblivion, unkown, unhailed, but supremely noble purely by virtue of their tense and grappling dual with circumstance.
I know not how we find our limits. I know that if we do, it is our soul that decides what, facing them, we must do.
“We must learn our limits. We are all something, but none of us are everything.” - Blaise Pascal (1623 - 1662), Philosopher, Mathematician and Physicist.
13-year old Renan (Tutuco) has a strong tendency to go over his limits, often resulting in small conflict situations with others, which constantly need my attention. Today he walked away rather saddened by the fact that I wouldn't take him for a Sunday trip with a few of the other kids from Hummingbird. It was a consequence for his negative actions against another kid last week.
Only this way will he learn to peel off some of the harder influences of his home environment. As he hates missing out wherever the fun is, he'll remember next time and hopefully make a few more necessary adjustments in the right direction by then.
The sky is the limit. oh yeah.
I did this shoot with Kjersti Dyrhaug at school because I was so sick of being surrounded by people telling me that "The Sky is The Limit." And EVERYONE that has a crappy life should blame themselves.
BAH!
What about everyone that are NOT as lucky as those norwegian rich snobs?
What about people that don't have the opportunity to attend a private school and pay loads of money for it? Is that their fault just because they don't "believe enough?!".
Sometimes people are way too narrow minded.
I mean, not every human being have the gift to even walk!
and...... often people that can, take it all for granted.
Gah. Life is a never ending mystery.
People are so too.
(Btw; the person in this shot is a very famous norwegian football player called Ole Gunnar Solskjær. On picture number two you'll find our Prime Minister Jens Stoltenberg. On three and four you find this pretty young model/actor that everybody in Norway loves Jenny Skavland and a Norwegian politician last but not least.
Ps: I know people on flickr has done this much better than me before. But at least I felt like I really had something to say by doing it so and showing it to all the students at the school likewise. (not sure if everybody understood the "irony" in "The Sky is The Limit" though.
La única posibilidad de descubrir los límites de lo posible es aventurarse un poco más allá de ello, hacia lo imposible.
Lisbon Portuguese: Lisboa, is the capital and the largest city of Portugal, with a population of 552,700 within its administrative limits in an area of 100.05 km². Its urban area extends beyond the city's administrative limits with a population of around 2.7 million people, being the 11th-most populous urban area in the European Union. About 2.8 million people live in the Lisbon Metropolitan Area (which represents approximately 27% of the country's population). It is continental Europe's westernmost capital city and the only one along the Atlantic coast. Lisbon lies in the western Iberian Peninsula on the Atlantic Ocean and the River Tagus. The westernmost areas of its metro area is the westernmost point of Continental Europe.
Lisbon is recognised as a global city because of its importance in finance, commerce, media, entertainment, arts, international trade, education and tourism. It is one of the major economic centres on the continent, with a growing financial sector and one of the largest container ports on Europe's Atlantic coast. Lisbon Portela Airport serves over 20 million passengers annually, as of 2015, and the motorway network and the high-speed rail system of Alfa Pendular link the main cities of Portugal. The city is the 7th-most-visited city in Southern Europe, after Istanbul, Rome, Barcelona, Madrid, Athens and Milan, with 1,740,000 tourists in 2009. The Lisbon region contributes with a higher GDP PPP per capita than any other region in Portugal. It also ranks as the 10th highest GDP of metropolitan areas in the EU amounting to 110 billion euros and thus €39,375 per capita, 40% higher than the average European Union's GDP per capita. The city occupies 32nd place of highest gross earnings in the world. Most of the headquarters of multinationals in the country are located in the Lisbon area. It is also the political centre of the country, as its seat of Government and residence of the Head of State.
Lisbon is one of the oldest cities in the world, and the oldest in Western Europe, predating other modern European capitals such as London, Paris and Rome by centuries. Julius Caesar made it a municipium called Felicitas Julia, adding to the name Olissipo. Ruled by a series of Germanic tribes from the 5th century, it was captured by the Moors in the 8th century. In 1147, the Crusaders under Afonso Henriques reconquered the city and since then it has been a major political, economic and cultural centre of Portugal. Unlike most capital cities, Lisbon's status as the capital of Portugal has never been granted or confirmed officially – by statute or in written form. Its position as the capital has formed through constitutional convention, making its position as de facto capital a part of the Constitution of Portugal.
Lisbon enjoys a Mediterranean climate. Among all the metropoleis in Europe, it has the warmest winters, with average temperatures 15 °C (59 °F) during the day and 8 °C (46 °F) at night from December to February. The typical summer season lasts about six months, from May to October, although also in April temperatures sometimes reach around 25 °C (77.0 °F).
Linhof Technica IV, Super-Angulon 5.6/47, Rollex old style 6x9, Gossen lightmeter Kodak Ektachrom VS 100ISO
Peregrine falcon.
Dull, overcast day.
I wouldn't have spotted this at all but I got talking to a friendly birder with a high end 80mm Swarovski spotting scope - he had already spotted the Peregrine and kindly let me have a look through his scope - probably around 1800mm in Camera terms.
It was interesting to compare his much better view with my camera shots.
And be sure to check by my other acount: www.flickr.com/photos_user.gne?path=&nsid=77145939%40..., to see what else I saw last Monday!!
Yes I'm back again.
However due to my main computer on which I edit my work being struck down with a big bad virus, this picture and all the others I am uploading, were Unedited but have now been replaced with Edited versions. So enjoy and Thanks for your patience and understanding.
I do still hate everything about this shit that is new Flickr and always will, but an inability to find another outlet for my work that is as easy for me to use as the Old BETTER Flickr was, has forced me back to Flickr, even though it goes against everything I believe in.
I don't generally have an opinion on my own work, I prefer to leave that to other people and so based on the positive responses to my work from the various friends I had made on Flickr prior to the changes I have decided to upload some more of my work as an experiment and to see what happens.
So make the most of me before they delete my acount: www.flickr.com/photos/69558134@N05/?details=1, to stop me complaining!!
The speed limit drops to 55 well over a mile before the toll plaza...
The tolled portion of Interstate 376 (Beaver Valley Expressway) between New Castle and Beaver Falls, Pennsylvania. This section is ran by the Pennsylvania Turnpike Commission. The tolls on this road seemed to be fairly high, but the road was well maintained. Also, the road still hadn't been changed to a speed limit of 70 mph as of March. However, since I took these pictures, the road has been converted to all electronic tolling on April 30, 2017. Another thing I did notice is that this highway (and a couple other PTC highways) use a dirt barrier between opposing lanes rather than a wire or jersey barrier.
Interstate 376 - Between New Castle and Beaver Falls, Pennsylvania
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