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Grand Baie (or sometimes Grand Bay) is a coastal village in Mauritius located mainly in the Rivière du Rempart District. The western part of the village lies inside the Pamplemousses District. The village is administered by the Grand Baie Village Council under the aegis of the Rivière du Rempart District Council.
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This pretty cosmic cloud lies some 1,500 light-years away, nested securely within the boundaries of the southern constellation Fornax. Recognized as a planetary nebula, it spans about 3 light-years with its shape and colour being reminiscent of a blue robin's egg. NGC 1360 doesn't represent a beginning though. Instead it corresponds to a brief and final phase in the evolution of an aging star. In fact, visible in this image is the central star of NGC 1360 is known to be a binary star system likely consisting of two evolved white dwarf stars, less massive but much hotter than the Sun. Their intense and otherwise invisible ultraviolet radiation has stripped away electrons from the atoms in the surrounding gaseous shroud. The predominant blue-green hue of NGC 1360 seen here is the strong emission produced as electrons recombine with doubly ionized oxygen atoms.
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Hi res link:
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Information about the image:
Center (RA, Dec):(53.306, -25.872)
Center (RA, hms):03h 33m 13.458s
Center (Dec, dms):-25° 52' 19.140"
Size:43.4 x 28.5 arcmin
Radius:0.433 deg
Pixel scale:0.732 arcsec/pixel
Orientation:Up is 307 degrees E of N
Instrument: Planewave CDK 12.5 | Focal Ratio: F8
Camera: STXL-11000 + AOX | Mount: AP900GTO
Camera Sensitivity: Lum, Red, Green, Blue, Ha, OIII: BIN 1x1
Exposure Details: Total: 62.33 hours | Lum: 36 x 900 sec [hr], Ha: 59 x 1200 sec [hr], OIII: 65 x1200 [hr], RGB 16 x 900sec each [hrs]
Viewing Location: Central Victoria, Australia.
Observatory: ScopeDome 3m
Date: July-December 2020
Software Enhancements: CCDStack2, CCDBand-Aid, PS, Pixinsight
Author: Steven Mohr
Our ship had an ice strengthened hull, but every now and then I had a little Titanic moment when I saw those massive, sharp icebergs hitting us.
Photographed in Antarctica.
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Never lie, steal, cheat, or drink. But if you must lie, lie in the arms of the one you love. If you must steal, steal away from bad company. If you must cheat, cheat death. And if you must drink, drink in the moments that take your breath away
As mentioned in my first upload today, the Stanley Burial Ground opened in 1827 and its last burial was in 1997. It's such a beautiful location and catches the evening sun. You can hear a brief historical account in this audio tour:
www.stanleyheritagewalk.com.au/en/locations/10/
There is a long tradition of people collecting epitaphs. This article I find fascinating because it describes the grave of one of my favourite poets, John Keats. Keats was buried in Italy just six years before the first burial here at Stanley. On his gravestone we read these words (you can read it in full on the link):
"Here lies one whose name was writ in water."
www.theparisreview.org/blog/2016/02/23/writ-in-water/
There is also a wonderful epitaph written by Robbie Burns for a friend:
"An honest man here lies at rest,
As e’er God with His image blest:
The friend of man, the friend of truth;
The friend of age, and guide of youth:
Few hearts like his, with virtue warm’d,
Few heads with knowledge so inform’d:
If there’s another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this."
Of course there are some funny ones too: www.et.byu.edu/~tom/jokes/Funny_Epitaphs.html
Here are two of my favourites:
"A lawyer's epitaph in England:
Sir John Strange
Here lies an honest lawyer,
And that is Strange."
"Someone determined to be anonymous in Stowe, Vermont:
I was somebody.
Who, is no business
Of yours."
Na Clachan Bhreige Stone Circle, or stone circle of lies! The usual myth that these are people turned to stone applies to this circle. Further north and the legend would replace people with trolls!
This is from Sundays trip with SkyeWeasel and David McHutchison. Compare the three approaches as we all do things a little differently.
Cammino e Vivo Capovolto - Mistero Hifeng. Benvenuto dove nessuno ti vuole bene, dove nessuno ti vuole male...
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Sound: 37.59.38.233:8001 (CINEMIX: Soundtracks/Classical New Age)
"What Lies Ahead"
East Bergholt
Suffolk, UK
Nikon D810 + Nikkor 16-35mm f4 with Progrey GND SE
Landscape photography has been quiet for me this 2018 with a lot of things that happened.
Let me share this image of Constable country taken a couple of years ago that hasn't seen the light of day.
I try to be good with you
But all I get was
Lies
The things I do so you can trust me again
And know I'm not faking our love
I feel stupid for falling in love again
Why the hell did I do?
Why the fuck I wanted to love at all
I hate it all
These fucking stupid
Lies
I guess you didn't trust me
And suppose you never did
Like my mother said
All men are stupid
They play with girls feelings
And leave them like a kid lost in the street
Knowing they been use
Sexually harass
Or just had sex with them so they can leave the baby mom alone
Some may not
But a lot of others do
Lies
Saying you love us
So you can mess with our heads
Saying you be there for us
So you can get what you want
Saying I love you
So you can trap us like mice in a cage
Those fake love all that shit
Lies
Don't think you can trick the smart girls
Cause it won't be pretty when your in jail
Fake boys and Fake men you call yourself
All men are equal so they are full with
Lies
Make sure you aren't the one crying for a boy
He be long gone before you know it
Lies
You won't get me ever...
(poem I made, and its what I also see in some boys these days and what I wrote about my mom said is the truth)
He whispered in my ear;
Fear not my child, for I have soft wings of a dove.
Demons can not have such fine wings my child.
For when they return to hell the feathers will burn away.
Give in sweet child, for I am the angel of wisdom.
For the temptation of knowledge is better sweet.
I can teach you many things my child, by simply making a deal with me.
To get a good shot of highland cows you need to get low. Very low. In fact, really you need to lie down.
And you need to get close, very close...
need I say more?
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
That's alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
That's alright because I love the way you lie
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Lại 1 ảnh "kiểu dư vầy":))
Mọi thứ vẫn vậy, từ lúc mới bắt đầu đến bh:">
Lúc cảm thấy thích, lúc ko=))
Dù sao thì mình vẫn muốn cứ thế này thôi...
=)))
...
:)
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Love the way I lie~~~
SUNSET IN NORTHERN EVIA.
The island of Evia lies along the Eastern coast of Central Greece, and is accessible to the mainland via two bridges, an old wooden bridge and a contemporary suspension bridge. There are also frequent ferries to several parts of the island. It is 175 km long and is the second largest island in Greece, and the third largest in the Eastern Mediterranean.
Taken during a 4 day photographic vacation with my beloved English wife Theresa Jane Brown.
Thanassis Fournarakos - Θανασης Φουρναρακος
Professional Photographer, retired.
Athens, Greece
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Not my usual subject material for photography, but I was intrigued by this old boat and the story that must lie behind it. 'Girl Josie' is a new-kid-on-the-block at this boat graveyard on Skye - the peak Sgurr Thuilm of the Black Cuillin visible through the window.
every time i wear it i feel like a jerk when someone talks to me about BSC because then there's a lengthy explanation on my part about how i just thought the shirt was cool and the joke was funny and that i mostly bought it for the ramones reference.
Captured in Cave City, Kentucky. Hasselblad FlexBody. October 2007. 80/2.8 Planar. Ilford Pan F+. Click here to see larger.
Amicia and Hugo:
"Hugo! Where are you?"
"I'm here. I'm close."
"I can't see you! I'll do whatever it takes! I want... to see you."
"Are you sure?"
"You just keep on fighting! We tried that way, and it was a lie. It's not the right way; you know that."
"I don't know, Hugo!"
"It brought death, Amicia. And I brought death too! It's the mistake I made... and what I've become."
"I've seen you fight so many times. You still won't back down, will you, Amicia?"
"It's us or them! I have no choice!"
"You have a choice... but it scares you."
"We need to fix this Amicia!"
"We'll find a solution! I promise, Hugo!"
"You keep saying that. But there's only one solution now."
"You’re the only one who can stop me... from becoming a monster," Hugo said.
"You’re not a monster!"
"I will be…" replied the boy, "if I kill all I love."
Amicia learns what it is to sacrifice all she loves... and she kills her little brother who she loved so much, when he asks her to, because it was the only way to stop the Plague, or the Macula in the boy's blood would never cease killing... killing other people! And what was the life of one boy, to the lives of hundreds? What does the life of one child mean? And what does love mean? Did Amicia ever answer these questions?
And so Amicia slings the stone.
This is a collaboration between Joe (jnj_bricks) and I, built for the Labour of Love category of Brickscalibur. I haven't slept in a while so I should go to sleep now, but later you can see more of the terrain, more of the Rats' Nest, and maybe some behind the scenes. I'm really excited for this build! It looks awfully small, but I had to carry it down the stairs... and I know it weighed a lot! It's huge.
I have to mention that I was very inspired by Josh DeMoss's piece of music from the Symphony of Construction, I listened to it while I was building and it gave me the chills. And of course the music from A Plague Tale: Requiem. It was so beautiful, and touching, and deadly...
I have no words to describe A Plague Tale.
To God Be The Glory, and may you seek Him when you find yourself sad and troubled, like Amicia and Hugo, instead of getting lost...
I hope you like it!
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Set: Lying Down
Year: ????
Size: Small
Made in: Japan
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this one makes me think of hours spent lying in the dunes watching the sea and sky more years ago than I care to remember ;o) Wish I had the time for it more now.
OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA First certified, licensed and Sanforized haircut in over a year. As the lady said when done - she stepped back as might an artist - smiled and said , "You're a chick magnet for sure." Would she lie?
Una volta ho ricordato
chi sono riuscito, raramente, ad essere.
Oltre ogni errore.
Poi, prima che il sonno della ragione generasse mostri, mi sono preso il lusso
di desiderare la vicinanza di un essere
minuscolo, con questa espressione.
"quando il bambino era bambino, se ne andava a braccia appese.
voleva che il ruscello fosse un fiume, il fiume un torrente, e questa pozza il mare.
quando il bambino era bambino, non sapeva d’essere un bambino.
per lui tutto aveva un’anima, e tutte le anime erano tutt’uno.
quando il bambino era bambino, su niente aveva un’opinione.
non aveva abitudini. sedeva spesso a gambe incrociate, e di colpo sgusciava via.
aveva un vortice tra i capelli, e non faceva facce da fotografo.
quando il bambino era bambino, era l’epoca di queste domande:perché io sono io, e perché non sei tu? perché sono qui, e perché non sono lí?quando é cominciato il tempo, e dove finisce lo spazio?la vita sotto il sole, é forse solo un sogno?non é solo l’apparenza di un mondo davanti a un mondo, quello che vedo, sento e odoro?c’é veramente il male? e gente veramente cattiva?
come puó essere che io, che sono io, non c’ero prima di diventare?
e che un giorno io, che sono io, non saró piú quello che sono?
quando il bambino era bambino, per nutrirsi gli bastavano pane e mela, ed é ancora cosí.
quando il bambino era bambino, le bacche gli cadevano in mano, come solo le bacche sanno cadere. ed é ancora cosí.
le noci fresche gli raspavano la lingua, ed é ancora cosí.
a ogni monte, sentiva nostalgia di una montagna ancora piú alta, e in ogni cittá, sentiva nostalgia di una cittá ancora piú grande.
e questo, é ancora cosí.
sulla cima di un albero, prendeva le ciliegie tutto euforico, com’é ancora oggi.
aveva timore davanti ad ogni estraneo, e continua ad averne.
aspettava la prima neve, e continua ad aspettarla.
quando il bambino era bambino, lanciava contro l’albero un bastone, come fosse una lancia.
e ancora continua a vibrare."
P.Handke