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The 3rd TEDxYouth@Khartoum held at the Enlightenment Hall on the 21st of December 2013 under the theme “Exceeding the Limits”
Photos credit: Rabiee Al-fatih
تيدكس شباب الخرطوم الثالث الذي عقد في قاعة التنوير المعرفي في 21 ديسمبر 2013 تحت شعار " تخطي الحدود"
The Limit, The Royal Ballet Season 2023/24.
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Thursday: So I went back to school today after a two day vacation for... rosh hashanah? I know it was a Jewish holiday, but I'm not exactly sure which one. And even though it was Thursday, it totally felt like a Monday, which totally threw me off.
So tomorrow I have a Calculus test, and you know what that means.....CALCULUS EXTRA HELP!!!
I love calculus extra help so much. My teacher is super funny and there seems to be a pattern in the kids that come to extra help, which is pretty cool because we've sort of formed this little after school math extra help clique type thing, I don't know what to call it, but I love it, and I have so much fun hanging out with them after school, learning about math. Just for my own rememberance purposes - (Carlos, Ankit, Shreya especially, and a few other kids). And now I have to study. :(
Rear of old road signs in Studley- 'Children' and a 15mph speed limit, showing pressed metal construction
La Táctica Trail La Cabrera ha sido la cuarta prueba puntuable de Copa de Madrid de Carreras por Montaña 2015. Organizada por el club Enphorma con la colaboración de la Federación Madrileña de Montañismo y el patrocinio de Outdoor Sin Límite, Comunidad de Madrid, Orale Compadre, La Sportiva, Powerade y Lurbel.
Florence is the jewel in the crown of the Renaissance. It has more works of art within its city limits than you can shake a stick at. It is the number one destination for all visiting Tuscany, which means it can be busy.
Is busy.
Very busy.
Very peoply.
Most of us have been on a tour guided by someone holding up a flag or umbrella, heck I've been on one in Florence myself, but there is a new twist to the curse: guides talking through a radio mic, and the visitors stumbling along, zombie-like, following, looking where they are told to look as more instantly forgettable historical details are spewed out.
And then there is the selfie.
I had foolishly thought the age of the selfie was over, but no. Apparently, you have to photograph either yourself or significant other in front over every work of art, every historical building, so you have something to post on social media to prove you were there, and having a grand old time.
Today, we had four hours in Florence, quite pleasant at first. There was a line for the cathedral, so we thought we'd have breakfast first, and wait to see if the line shrunk.
It didn't.
We walked to the Ponte Vecchio and beyond, came back via the riverside gallery and the square in front of the cathedral was full of groups, guides and the queue, was seven wide and snaked out of sight.
The cathedral was why I wanted to visit the city in the first place. But I was done.
I have shots of the outside and details of other churches, but with the trams and buses coming into the city still, was only going to get crowded. So, with rainclouds building, we walked back to the station, caught a tram back to the CoOp where our car was.
I did get this shot.
Last time every alcove in the gallery was taken by people selling tat from sheets, and visitors couldn't get to see the view of the river and bridge.
We did visit at least two churches, and was the only people in both, the coolness and silence all encompassing.
Breakfast was good, we had a view looking towards the town hall and the Gallery where the replica of David still has his chap out on display. You can buy a fridge magnet of it in detail.
If you want.
I read that some places are revolting over the number of visitors they get now, I can say that it was beyond comfortable today, huge numbers of people, and pickpockets at work, and their presence meaning additional precautions were needed.
A city as stunning and beautiful at Florence deserves better.
All this means planning a visit like a military operation: what to take, what to leave behind. We left all bar one bank/credit card each behind, carried €50 each, and we planned to get to the city before nine.
So, up before dawn, with a cool breeze blowing now, pointing to the change in the weather.
One of Emy's cats, a little black void, had got into the our rooms, and dug through the bin, as some guanciale fat, which it left in the middle of the living room, then came to sleep on our bed.
Just like being home.
Emy asked us not to feed any of the cats, some are semi-pets, others are feral, so we let it out and closed the patio door behind it.
After coffee we went to the car, programmed in a car park, and set off up the drive.
The City Council does a very good website for visitors, and it suggested parking at a CoOp superstore in the west of the city and catching a tram to the centre.
We drove to Roccastrada, then by a new road to the autostrada to Siena. All motorways in Italy have either not been completed or are under repair. So, all drives on them are stop start, with regular lane closures for repair, or lie on the way into Florence, mostly not built yet, but work is under way to get them done.
Being half eight, it was rush hour, so traffic heavy, but not too bad. We turned off before the tunnel to the city, and the sat nav took us down a road just not wide enough for two family cars to pass, so it was hair-raising to drive down the narrow valley, then into a suburb, with cars parked everywhere, and dealing with traffic lights, driver ignoring them and road markings.
We got to the store safe and sound, parked up and walked to the tram stop. €1.90 got us a ticket, but the tram was rammed, mostly with German students where were doing what all students do: goofing around for the benefit of girls.
We all got off at the station, no need to worry about which direction to go, the roofs of the cathedral and city hall showed high above the apartment blocks that line the narrow streets.
Past a large parish church, almost large enough to be a cathedral in itself. Jools then asked what that was she could see over the rooftops. It was the belltower of the Cathedral, all black and white marble, and unmistakeable.
We walk down two narrow streets, past a market that had taken over the street, and getting past each stall due to the narrow way was almost impossible. And remember, according to the city website, all these stalls were illegal, and yet they set up every morning. Modern day money changers in the shadow of God's House.
The main square was pretty empty, but the line for the cathedral was already snaking out of sight. I foolishly thought it might shrink once the cathedral opened at ten.
I was wrong, readers.
Shall we have breakfast?
We shall.
So, in the shadow of the town hall and Uffizi we ordered breakfast in a fenced off area. Coffee, juice, toast and a main course for €14 wasn't bad.
We ate well, and I had an extra coffee because.
With the cathedral still not open until ten, we walked to the Ponte Vecchio, which an old bridge with added shops. Above to the left is the corridor that the great and good used to get around the city without having to mix with ordinary folk.
The Vasari Corridor links Palazzo Vecchio with the Palazzo Pitti, and thus allowed and was constructed in 1565 under the orders of Duke Cosimo I de' Medici. It was enable the Duke to move freely and without mixing with the public.
I also knew there was a branch off it that lead to the church they worshipped at, and it was there, as well as the Pitti Gardens we were making for.
The church, Santa Felicita, had a private balcony for the Duke and the family, which meant they also did not have to mix with the congregation either.
The church of the Medici would be one of the stations on the tour of the city, and yet we had the church pretty much to ourselves, so we could admire the paintings and frescos and carvings.
Another haven of calm, just off the Ponte Vecchio, where it is clogged with groups of tourists and tat sellers trying to sell stuff before the city police tell them to move on.
The Duke had the butcher's shops on the bridge moved and replaced by goldsmiths, so to remove the smell of the butchers work.
The bridge is so slight you'd not know it was a bridge for a break in the shops in the centre and views on either side of the river.
On the other side, we had hoped to find the gardens I visited two decades ago, but we took the wrong turn and my back began to complain.
We turned back, and once back over the bridge, turned right to the square, but now the views under the arches had been cleared of trinket sellers, so views of the bridge and the city on the other bank were visible to visitors again, not guarded by criminals who growled when you asked to see over the balustrade.
Back at the cathedral, after getting up the long gallery lined street, we saw hundreds, apparently, of guided tours all milling around, and the line for the cathedral deeper and longer than before.
Sigh.
We shall call it a day.
We had already visited two churches, and had them both to ourselves, the cathedral would elude us this time.
We stopped for a cider/pint o red ale at an Irish Bar, and then walked back to the main station, catching a tram back to the car.
There was a fuss on the tram, apparently, the old man behind me was feeling my pockets for a wallet of phone, but I had moved them out of reach. He was spotted, and although at first we thought it was a confused message about his bag being unzipped, once he ran off at the next stop, a lady explained she had watched his hand reaching towards my pocket, and she sounded the alarm.
The tram is the other prime location of pickpockets other than in the city centre, and so my preparations paid off, as he got nothing.
Back at the car, we went into the CoOp for supplies: cider, beer, fruit, bread and other stuff.
We shopped like locals, and me thinking of how to use the fabulous ingredients for our dinners.
Back then to the car, program the route back, and we drove out of the car park, through the quiet now suburb, and onto the autostrada, back towards Siena as clouds thickened, and rain began to fall.
The car took us back via side roads and byways little travelled. Long straight roads had speed limits of 60kp/h, while twisty hilly roads had speed limits of 90, but you couldn't get above 50.
Makes sense.
We got home at four, just as the rain came down harder. We had a coffee and a sweet something bought from a chic bakers in the city.
Very nice.
Very sophisticated.
I roasted vegetables for dinner, mixed them with olive pil and balsamic, fried guanciale and salami, then mixed with freshly cooked pasta, topped with grated Parmesan and some focaccia and a glass or several of red.
Perfect.
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Santa Felicita (Church of St Felicity) is a Roman Catholic church in Florence, region of Tuscany, Italy, probably the oldest in the city after San Lorenzo. In the 2nd century, Syrian Greek merchants settled in the area south of the Arno and are thought to have brought Christianity to the region. The first church on the site was probably built in the late 4th century or early 5th century and was dedicated to Saint Felicity of Rome. A new church was built in the 11th century and the current church largely dates from 1736–1739, under design by Ferdinando Ruggieri, who turned it into a one nave edifice. The monastery was suppressed under the Napoleonic occupation of 1808–1810.
The Vasari Corridor passes through the façade of this church and on the inside there is large window, covered by a thick gate, where the Grand Dukes of the Medici family used to listen to the mass without being seen by the people staying at ground level.
n the piazza in front of the façade, stands the rebuilt 15th-century Column of Santa Felicita. Only the 14th century Chapter House survives from the Romanesque with fragmentary frescoes (1387) by Niccolò di Pietro Gerini (Crucifixion and in the ceiling, roundels with the Redeemer and the Seven Virtues).
The Brunelleschian sacristy dates from 1473 and was under the patronage of the Canigiani family. There are the 14th century Madonna with Child and Saints by Taddeo Gaddi, the 15th century Adoration of the Magi by Francesco d'Antonio and St. Felicity with Her Seven Sons by Neri di Bicci.
The Barbadori (or Capponi) chapel dates also to the 15th century (1419–1423); it was designed by Filippo Brunelleschi and when the patronage passed to Lodovico di Gino Capponi the decoration was entrusted to Pontormo, who worked on it from 1525 until 1528. The painting of the vault has disappeared but in the chapel can still be seen the Four Evangelists in the pendentives and two of the greatest masterpieces by Pontormo: the Virgin and the Angel Gabriel on the side wall and the altarpiece of the Deposition above the end altar. The latter, enclosed in its gilded fame, with its surrealistic dimensions of elongated and entangled bodies and its range of iridescent colours, constitutes one of the most important works of Early Mannerism. The stained glass window depicting the Journey to the Sepulchre is a copy of the one done by Guglielmo da Marcillat in 1526.
The desire to create a complementary space to this led to the decoration of the opposite Canigiani chapel by Bernardino Poccetti (Miracle of Our Lady of the Snow, 1589–1590). In 1565, as recorded by Vasari himself, Grand Duke Cosimo I de' Medici decided to build the long corridor which would connect the old Priors' Palace in Piazza della Signoria with the new Medici residence, previously property of the Pitti family; as this would pass through the church of Santa Felicita, the church began to play a very important role in the life of the Medici court. Cigoli was responsible for the design of the chancel whose patrons were the Guicciardini family (and where the famous historian Francesco was buried in 1540). The work continued until the vault was decorated by Cinganelli (c. 1620); on the altar is the Adoration of the Shepherds attributed to Francesco Brina (1587).
In the church there are also the Martyrdom of the Maccabees (1863) by Antonio Ciseri in the 3rd chapel on the right, the Meeting of St. Anne and St. Joachim, attributed to Michele Tosini, at the end of the right transept, the Assumption of the Virgin with Saints (1677), attributed to Baldassare Franceschini, at the end of the left transept. In the Caponni chapel you can see The Deposition from the Cross (1528) by Jacopo Pontormo one of Pontormo's surviving masterpieces.
The sacristy has a painted crucifix (circa 1310) attributed to Pacino di Buonaguida.
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The Limit, The Royal Ballet Season 2023/24.
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The Limit Club playing at The Plantation in Phoenix, AZ on Oct. 8, 2011.
Probably my favorite picture of the night.
Before you can decide what is possible, first you must find out what is impossible.
Imagination has no limits - a concept becomes an image in your mind's eye as quickly as you thought of it. Tied by the 'limits of reality' - sometimes, you have to make compromises.
Experimenting to see if a concept for a new photograph is achievable...