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These purple - lilac beauities are dedicated to Taty's friend Swaminathan - Swami Stream - www.flickr.com/people/araswami/
Other photos dedicated to friends of Taty will follow at random, and without knowing any of you, so please don't be upset about the order I am placing your photo online, and be patient until you'll see yours, Thank you -
And if you wish to see her on a few photos - see my stream. - Willem
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Aldwych Station, originally named Strand Station, formed part of the Great Northern Piccadilly & Brompton Railway (GNP&BR), one of three tube lines opened 1906-7 by the Underground Electric Railways Co of London Ltd (UERL). The City & South London Railway - the world's first deep tube line - had opened in 1890 from the City to Stockwell, and although a flurry of proposals for further routes ensued, progress was hampered by lack of capital. The Central London Railway (later the Central Line) opened in 1900 from Bank to Shepherd's Bush. From 1901-2 the American transport entrepreneur, Charles Tyson Yerkes, acquired four dormant companies: the Charing Cross, Euston & Hampstead Railway (CCE&HR); the Brompton & Piccadilly Circus Railway and the Great Northern & Strand Railway (GN&SR), which he merged as the GNP&BR, and the Baker Street & Waterloo Railway; the three were incorporated into the UERL. Yerkes died in 1905 before the tube lines were completed.
The GNP&BR, or 'Piccadilly Railway' or 'Tube', opened on 15 December 1906, running from the Great Northern & City Line terminus at Finsbury Park to the District Railway station at Hammersmith, with 16 intermediate stations, increased to 19 in 1907. A station at the Strand had been planned as the terminus of the GN&SR, but after the merger with the B&PCR it was left as a spur to the main line. In 1910 the three combined UERL tubes were formally merged as the London Electric Railway (LER) and the GNP&BR became the Piccadilly Line.
The Strand branch opened on 30 November 1907. Three lift shafts were drilled, but only one was installed with lifts. Apart from a short-lived late-night service for theatre-goers, the line never operated through trains to Strand, running a shuttle service to and from Holborn. The station was renamed Aldwych on 9 June 1915 to avoid confusion with the Charing Cross CCE&HR station which changed its name to Strand on that date. The number of commuters was far less than anticipated, and the second track closed in 1917. The station was closed during WWII for use as an air-raid shelter and the disused platform and running tunnel provided storage for artefacts from the British Museum. The station closed in 1994 due to the cost of renewing lift machinery, and since then has been used for filming and events.
Didn't want to do the same as everyone else. I love those shots with fruits dropped in a spoonful of milk, but I decided to do the opposite, Instead of dropping the strawberry in the milk, I poured the milk on the strawberries. I know, not very original, but I like the colours.
strobist:
Sigma EF-610 DG super in slave mode, 1/64 power @ 17mm,bare, 45° camera right.
Metz mecablitz 50 AF-1 in manual mode, 1/128 power @24mm,45°camera left and behind strawberries, through omnibounce.
Visto che la foto dei tulipani a Govone ha incuriosito un po' tutti, ne posto altre due, scattate come la precedente lo scorso anno in occasione della manifestazione tulipani a Corte. Aggiungo il link del Comune di Govone, dove sara' possibile trovare il prossimo anno le informazioni sulla manifestazione; postero' poi un reportage sul castello e sulla festa in costume che si svolge in concomitanza con "Tulipano a Corte", cosi' se qualcuno il prossimo anno vorra' andarci avra' tutte le informazioni. Magari combiniamo insieme!!
A few friends were interested on my shot "Tulipani al Castello di Govone", so I posted 2 more pics, and the link of the small town, were is possible to find all the information about this fest. May be that next year we go togheter!!!
In the next few days I'll post a reportage of the fest.
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Israel is using weapons with white phosphorous which rains down on people, in the same way these sparks from fireworks at a festival in Barcelona are 'raining down on people'. One is fun and safe the other dangerous and illegal, can you guess which is which?
White Phosphorus produces a thick white smoke when exposed to oxygen, but can cause severe burns and melt flesh to the bone if it comes into contact with skin.
“There was an explosion and white smoke. I saw my cousins screaming . . . I saw them burning and their clothes burning. I saw their skin melting.”
[Muhammad Tahseen, 20, sitting outside his home in Al-Qarara when a shell exploded above]
“The use of white phosphorus in densely populated areas of Gaza violates the requirement under international humanitarian law to take all feasible precautions to avoid civilian injury and loss of life,”
[Human Rights Watch]
El rey Joao II ideó una barrera defensiva que consistiría en tres fuertes: el Fuerte de San Sebastián de Caparica, la Torre de San Antonio en Cascais, y una tercera fortificación en Belém.
La torre de Belem, originariamente llamada Torre de San Vicente de Belém, en homenaje al patrón de Lisboa, fue construida por el arquitecto Francisco de Arruda, orientado por Diogo Boitaca, que por entonces estaba a cargo de la construcción del Monasterio de los Jerónimos, situado muy cerca de esta. Los trabajos comenzaron en 1514 y finalizaron en 1520.
Con el tiempo la estructura fue perdiendo su caracter defensivo original y fue utilizada como aduana, puesto telegráfico, faro y como prisión para presos políticos en el nivel inferior. Algunos historiadores sostienen que debido a su altura y a su ubicación, poco disimulada en el paisaje, la torre fue creada en realidad para funciones administrativas más que defensivas.
Si se compara con las clásicas construcciones medievales, mas bien austeras, la Torre de Belem se diferencia por su abundante decoración, que refleja el gusto del rey Manuel I, un estilo que con el tiempo se conocería como "manuelino".
Es una torre cuadrangular que se eleva sobre un bastión con forma de hexágono irregular que apunta hacia el río. Una sencilla pasarela permite acceder desde la orilla y tras atravezar un puente levadizo se entra directamente al bastión.
La torre tiene una altura de 35 metros y consta de cuatro pisos y terraza, desde la que hay una extraordinarias vistas del río Tajo.
Fue declarada Monumento Nacional en 1910.
There is a restaurant in San Diego, California called "Islands" with a beach and surfer theme in its decor, very casual but nice. They serve some really good food, high cholesterol fat-laden "American Food" - but I guess if you only indulge once in a while it won't kill you! This "Big Wave" hamburger was delish!!
INFORMATION ON THE HAMBURGER:
A hamburger (or simply burger) is a sandwich that consists of a cooked patty of ground meat and is generally served with various garnish or condiments like ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise, lettuce, tomato, onion, relish, pickles and cheese toppings, placed inside a sliced bun, often baked specially for this purpose, or pieces of bread or toast. The meat patty is beef, unless otherwise noted.
Hamburger also refers to the cooked patty of ground meat by itself. The patty alone is also known as a beefburger, or burger. Adding cheese makes it a cheeseburger. Hamburger is actually a distinct product from ground round and other types of ground meat. However, ground beef of any form is often commonly referred to as "hamburger." A recipe calling for 'hamburger' (the non-countable noun) would require ground beef or beef substitute- not a whole sandwich. The word hamburger comes from Hamburg steak, which originated in the German city of Hamburg. Contrary to what folk etymology might lead one to believe, there is no actual 'ham' in a hamburger.
According to the American Heritage Dictionary, the term "hamburger" comes from Hamburg steak, which was first recorded in English in 1884 but was probably used much earlier. A form of pounded beef called "Hamburg Steak" was common in Hamburg in the middle of the 19th century. The recipe was brought to North America by the large numbers of people immigrating from Germany at the time, many of whom passed through the port of Hamburg. There is indirect evidence for its use on an American menu in 1836. The form hamburger steak first appeared in a Washington state newspaper in 1889.
The first recipe close to the current idea of a hamburger, using ground beef mixed with onion and pepper dates from 1902. The Oxford English Dictionary of 1802, on the other hand, defines "Hamburg Steak" simply as cured beef. In a time without refrigerators, when it took weeks to travel from Europe to the USA, cured meat was a standard food for poor US immigrants, who often started from Hamburg (which was and is the biggest German seaport and one of the biggest in the world). In a tween deck, where cooking is nearly impossible, cutting tough cured beef into pieces and putting it between slices of bread may suggest itself.
A cheeseburger is a hamburger with cheese in addition to the meat. In 1924, Lionel Sternberger grilled the first cheeseburger in Pasadena, California. When Sternberger died in 1964, Time magazine noted in its February 7 issue that:
"...at the hungry age of 16, [Sternberger] experimentally dropped a slab of American cheese on a sizzling hamburger while helping out at his father's sandwich shop in Pasadena, thereby inventing the cheeseburger..."
Source: Wikipedia
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when habanero is the very first ingredient listed on the nutrition label, you know its gunna be hot. this sauce is rated at 50,000 scoville units. to put that in perspective, a jalapeno is between 2500 and 8000. habaneros are between 100,000 and 580,000. the scale goes up to 16,000,000. a couple drops of this is all you need to warm a bowl of chili. this is one of the latest additions.. i love hot sauce.
shot taken for strobist sundays, theme fruits & vegetables.
im also gunna use this for macro mondays, theme nuts.. cuz you've gotta be nuts to eat this stuff straight up!
strobist: lumopro lp120 fired via rf-602 at 1/1 power at wall behind subject with black foam core gobo. 580exii fired via rf-602 at 1/4 power held in my hand above subject. see setup shot below...
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Hilo de la Fotohistoria en Pullip .es: PULLIP.ES - BCN: Parque Guinardo - 26/02/2011
Meeting!! (2 of 5): L and the sweets /
Kedada!! (2 de 5): L y las chuches
(Read in order, this is: SHOT/FOTO 06 of 07) PAG: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07.
FOTOHISTORY: In English / En Español
Lyann: Here L, if you want we can share mine... Do you like the strawberry ones?
L: O_O T^T O_O T^T
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Lyann: Toma L, si quieres te doy un poco del mío... Te gustan los de fresa?
L: O_O T^T O_O T^T
LINKS:
- Las FOTOHISTORIAS de Sheryl en el Foro de Pullips: Pullip .es
- Sheryl Photostories at Flickr
- Hilo de las Fotohistorias de Shin y Yashiro en el Foro de Pullips: Pullip .es
La Mussara, Tarragona (Spain).
ENGLISH
La Mussara is a town in Tarragona that has been left about 50 years ago. It is on the edge of a cornice of the Muntanyes de Prades, at 990m. height, and thence there are spectacular views of all Tarragona.
It appears mentioned in documents in 1173 where it states that the town already was inhabited. The church of La Mussara appears mentioned in a bull of Celestine III in 1194. The temple maintained the category of parish until in 1534 it passed to depend on the one on Vilaplana. Nowadays about the church of San Salvador, built on the previous one of gothic style, it only left the four walls and the bell tower of 1859. As peculiar things of this town, it was named ranas to its inhabitants because when it rained a little, it formed a great pool in the only street of the town. Also from here it comes the Catalan saying “baixar de La Mussara” (to lower of La Mussara), equivalent to the Castilian “bajar de la higuera” or “bajar de la parra”.
The Mussara gave up exist officially in January 1960, and nobody knows so that of its depopulation. It is attributed mainly to the phylloxera plague, but that is not a zone in which the culture of the grapevine is important, reason why almost surely that the abandonment could have to the water shortage... or simply that the population was scattered and there they lacked the more basic things like a doctor, a rector, electricity or telephone. All this halo of mystery in the disappearance of the town and the place in which it has given cause to a series of histories and legend that borders the fantasy and the superstition, cataloguing La Mussara like a “damn town”.
Inside the church and in the cemetery black masses are celebrated. Proof of it is the esoteric symbols that sometimes appear painted in the walls. In many corners of the town also they are deposited branches of flowers. There is one who has heard helmets of horses in the neighborhood of the church, or even chimes of the same church (that does not have bell). There is people who say to feel a species of call that it impels to him to go to La Mussara. A friend mine, who is neighboring of the zone, commented me that some years ago a man raised in his car, stopped minutes next to the pool, and soon he went at full speed to the precipice of the viewpoint.
Some hikers who have themselves bold to spend the night there have seen luminous shades, or figures moving between the houses and losing themselves behind the trees. Even there are witnesses of UFO sightings. But in which they agree more most of phenomena it is in the cold fog that appears suddenly and that it disorients people immersed in her, in such a way that what for them can seem minutes, soon they discover in its clocks that have spent hours. The electrical apparatuses also are altered.
From remote times to well entered 20th century, that zone has been land of witches. It counts the legend that during the carlists wars soldiers went to the cemetery of La Mussara to unearth a carlist general called Cercós (really Isidre Pàmies i Borràs, named general for a reason or purpose posthumous by Carlos VII) to shoot it (or to hang it, according to other sources), although already was dead. The fog confused to them and unearthed and shot the body of a old witch (l'àvia Boronada). This caused that the fog thickened still more to his around and that the soldiers fled terrified when occurring account of the error. One tells that this unleashed a curse on them.
Another legend talks about a rock near, which who steps on it or it jumps it passes to a parallel dimension, “Vila del Sis” (Town of the Six). It is know the case of a pair of “boletaires” (pickers of mushrooms) that went by the zone looking for mushrooms in October 1991. They were speaking one with another one calmly, watching the ground, when one of them, Enrique Martinez Ortiz, it let respond, and until now it has not been known nothing else about him. He was neighboring of the place and he perfectly knew the land, reason why doubt that was had lost. Searches by the zone were organized during days, with the participation of soldiers of a close barracks, with unfruitful result.
It is all truth or lie, which is clear is that La Mussara is a place surrounded by natural beauty by its landscape, and of mystery by its undocumented history.
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CASTELLANO
La Mussara es un pueblo de Tarragona que lleva unos 50 años abandonado. Está al borde de una cornisa de las Muntanyes de Prades, a unos 990m. de altura, y desde allí hay unas vistas espectaculares de toda Tarragona.
Aparece citado en documentos de 1173 donde consta que el pueblo estaba ya habitado. La iglesia de La Mussara aparece citada en un bula de Celestino III de 1194. El templo mantuvo la categoría de parroquia hasta que en 1534 pasó a depender de la de Vilaplana. Hoy en día de la iglesia de San Salvador, construída sobre la anterior de estilo gótico, sólo quedan las cuatro paredes y el campanario de 1859. Como cosas curiosa de este pueblo, a sus habitantes se les llamaba ranas porque cuando llovía un poco se formaba una gran charca en la única calle del pueblo. También de aquí proviene el dicho catalán "baixar de la Mussara" (bajar de la Mussara), equivalente al castellano "bajar de la higuera" o "bajar de la parra".
La Mussara dejó de existir oficialmente en enero de 1960, y nadie sabe el por qué de su despoblación. Se atribuye principalmente a la plaga de filoxera, pero aquella no es una zona en que el cultivo de la vid sea importante, por lo que casi seguro que el abandono se pudo deber a la escasez de agua... o simplemente que la población ya estaba muy diseminada y allí faltaban las cosas más básicas, como médico, rector, electricidad o teléfono. Todo este halo de misterio en la desaparición del pueblo y el lugar en que se encuentra han dado pie una serie de historias y leyendas que rozan la fantasía y la superstición, catalogando La Mussara como "pueblo maldito".
En el interior de la iglesia y en el cementerio se celebran misas negras. Prueba de ello son los símbolos esotéricos que a veces aparecen pintados por las paredes. En muchos rincones del pueblo también se encuentran depositados ramos de flores. Hay quien ha oído cascos de caballos en los alrededores de la iglesia, o incluso campanadas de la misma iglesia (que no tiene campana). Hay gente que dice sentir una especie de llamada que le impulsa a ir a La Mussara. Un amigo mío, que es vecino de la zona, me comentó que no hace muchos años un hombre subió en su coche, se detuvo unos minutos al lado de la charca, y luego se dirigió a toda velocidad al barranco del mirador.
Algunos excursionistas que se han atrevido a pasar la noche allí han visto sombras, o figuras luminosas moviéndose entre las casas y perdiéndose tras los árboles. Incluso hay testigos de avistamientos OVNI. Pero en lo que más coinciden la mayoría de fenómenos es en la fría niebla que aparece de repente y que desorienta a los que se ven inmersos en ella, de tal modo que lo que para ellos pueden parecer minutos, luego descubren en sus relojes que han pasado horas. Los aparatos eléctricos también se ven alterados.
Desde tiempos remotos hasta bien entrado el siglo XX, aquella zona ha sido tierra de brujas. Cuenta la leyenda que durante las guerras carlistas unos soldados fueron al cementerio de La Mussara a desenterrar a un general carlista llamado Cercós (realmente Isidre Pàmies i Borràs nombrado general a título póstumo por Carlos VII) para fusilarlo (o colgarlo, según otras fuentes), aunque ya estuviera muerto. La niebla les confundió y desenterraron y fusilaron el cuerpo de una anciana bruja (l'àvia Boronada). Esto provocó que la niebla se espesara aún más a su alrededor y que los soldados huyeran despavoridos al darse cuenta del error. Se cuenta que esto desató una maldición sobre ellos.
Otra leyenda habla de una roca cercana, que quien la pisa o la salta pasa a una dimensión paralela, a la "Vila del Sis" (Villa del Seis). Se conoce el caso de una pareja de "boletaires" (recolectores de setas) que iban por la zona buscando setas en octubre de 1991. Iban hablando uno con otro tranquilamente, mirando al suelo, cuando uno de ellos, Enrique Martínez Ortiz, dejó de responder, y hasta ahora no se ha sabido nada más de él. Era vecino del lugar y se conocía perfectamente el terreno, por lo que se duda que se hubiera perdido. Se organizaron batidas por la zona durante días, con la participación de soldados de un cuartel próximo, con resultado infructuoso.
Sea todo ello verdad o mentira, lo que está claro es que La Mussara es un lugar rodeado de belleza natural por su paisaje, y de misterio por su historia indocumentada.
Más info: ca.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Mussara, www.franrecio.com/investigaciones/la_mussara_pueblo_maldi...
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just when i thought i found it, i lost it.
today love is the movement. :)
To Write Love on Her Arms is a non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury and suicide. TWLOHA exists to encourage, inform, inspire and also to invest directly into treatment and recovery.
To Write Love On Her Arms Day is a day where anyone can write the words love on their arms, to support those who are fighting against depression and those who are trying to recovering. On this day, just write love on your arms, and show it off, other people will ask why you have love written on your arms, and you tell them you are supporting to write love on her arms day, and how its benefiting a non profit organization helping stop depression, and make love the movement.
i had this on my hand all day today. it's only written on my hand because i wore long sleeves, okay? i thought this was one cool cause, and i know how it feels. i've been adddicted before. i've been so upset before too, my best friend thought i was seriously going to go in depression. believe me. i know how this feels, and this is why i decided to support this. and if any of you want to also for the rest of the day, pick up a marker/pen and go! write "love" on your arms! :)
ps. happy friday the 13th.
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- Marcus Aurelius
Nikon D90 with AF-S DX NIKKOR 35mm f/1.8G
ISO 200, f/22.0, 1/30 sec
Manual focus, aperture-priority mode
Mounted on tripod (Manfrotto 322RC2 Grip Action Ball Head and 055XPROB Legs)
Triggered using Nikon ML-L3 wireless remote
Photomatix - Exposure blend of 3 shots at 0, -2, and +2 EV, Highlights&Shadows-Adjust
Taken at sunrise at the Embarcadero in San Francisco (near Howard Street).
Since I haven't had the time to go shooting lately, I thought I'd go through my archives and see if there's anything I missed posting the first time... I shot this about two months ago and ended up posting one taken before sunrise with the Tokina 11-16mm. Looking back now, I really like the way the sun passed through the bridge during sunrise that day.
I think this shot just makes me feel thankful to be alive, to be healthy, and to have a wonderful family! Have a great weekend everyone!
EXPLORE #104 on 10/16/09!!!
A plane of Flybe airlines just landed at Innsbruck airport from Southhampton and Edinburgh, Great Britain. The plane of Easyjet in the foreground will go to London Gatwick and Bristol. A very British pict, even the car is British ;-).
Happy New Year to all of you!
The Beatles - Back in the USSR ♫
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On Explore - thank you all!
Deckenfresko in der Wies-Kirche
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Hilo de la Fotohistoria en Pullip .es: MUSE CONCERT AT BARCELONA: PALAU SANT JORDI (3 of 9): After the test... /
CONCIERTO DE MUSE EN BARCELONA: PALAU SANT JORDI (3 de 9): Después del Ensayo.
(Read in order, this is: SHOT/FOTO 40 of 115) PAG: Entrada, 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60, 61, 62, 63, 64, 65, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71, 72, 73, 74, 75, 76, 77, 78, 79, 80, 81, 82, 83, 84, 85, 86, 87, 88, 89, 90, 91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100, 101, 102, 103, 104, 105, 106, 107, 108, 109, 110, 111, 112, 113, 114, 115.
FOTOSTORY: In English / En Español
Sheryl: Yeah. Everything is ready now!
Matt: *________*
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Sheryl: Sep. Ya está todo preparado!
Matt: *________*
LINKS:
- Las FOTOHISTORIAS de Sheryl en el Foro de Pullips: Pullip .es
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The Holy Man from India
I’m sure any one who has been to India and is camera lover can’t resist capturing India’s cultural aspects.
I was in Jaipur, and after visiting a Temple, I meet this Sadhu (also called Sanyasi or Holy man) out side the Temple. He saw me and greeted me with a smile….I asked him if I can take a picture of him, he had no issues…...
Now, something about Sadhu (Or Holy man). From the orange dress, you can tell that this is a Hindu Sadhu. The Turban has writings of mantras dedicated to Lord Shiva – “Oom Namah Shiva’ya”.
The brown garland is garland of Rudrakash . A Rudrakash bead is considered to be the most divine and powerful ornament for the human body. It was created by Lord Shiva and is believed to fulfill desires, expectations and ambitions and also free one from all sins and diseases. Rudraksha has been used by gods, saints, sages from ancient time for spiritual purposes and to gain good health.
According to Hindu Puranas, Rudraksha trees were created from the tears shed by Lord Shiva. Legend has it that Shiva was in deep meditation for thousands of years. And then one day he opened his eyes and all around him he saw human beings suffering out of ignorance. Overwhelmed by compassion, tears from his eyes dropped onto different places on earth and produced Rudraksha trees.
Rudrakshas are the seed from the fruits of the trees belonging to Elaecarpus Ganitrus Roxb variety (Rudraksha tree) in Himalayas and in South East Asia. Every Rudraksha has Mukhis or faces, which differ in number and it runs from one end of the Rudraksha to the other.
According to the Hindu Dharma, there are four stages in life also knows as four Ashramas :
1.Brahmacharya: The first 20 years of life , preceded by the Upanayanam ceremony during which a child is considered to be born again. Brahmacharya is pure contemplation of life's secrets under a Guru.
2.Grihastha : next 40 years (20-60) is the householder's stage. One married, will satisfy karma and artha within a married life and career.
3.Vanaprastha: Next 20 years (60-80) is the detachment from the material world and entering in contemplation and pilgrimage.
4.Sanyasa: conception of the mystic life to prepare the next life or moksha.
This person is on stage 3. Where he has taken detachment from the material world.
Enjoy the moment !!!!
The shot
Camera Canon 5D, Single shot hand held.
Photoshop post processing:
A bit of post processing in raw editor.
Noise reduction
Unsharp mask
a bit of croping and straightning
Border
I would highly appreciate, if constructive criticisms are given for improvement.
Note : My appologies for not being a regular at Flickr, I'm so much swamped at work. I will manage some time and visit your uploads.......
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Iridonia, the gateway to the Outer Rim.
The red sphere was a dry, harsh world, the home to the hardy Zabrak. The Zabrak had a centuries-long tradition of hyperspace trade, rivalries with the Duros, and a shareholder’s slice of the pie when it came to making decisions about hyperspace tariffs. Their homeworld’s placement provided leverage, leverage that the current regime was glad to exploit.
The House of Kesh had ruled Iridonia for decades. Lord Kesh had proven himself a violent, unstable, vain tyrant who murdered outsiders and made his own people slaves. The rest of the galaxy might have ignored this, but Kesh also made a habit of choking the Coruscant-Dantooine hyperlanes. Hitting people’s bottom lines was a good way to draw their attention.
For over a month, a growing team of CFS diplomats had been hunkered down on Iridonia to try to negotiate a deal with its government, working to arrive at some sort of agreement, both among themselves and the Iridonian leadership. Everyone in the room had different priorities: some represented the CFS Merchant Core and just wanted to relax tariffs, others had the plight of the people in mind. Some wanted to take Kesh before a trial, deal with things peacefully. Others at the table would rather see him dead.
A sandstorm of intrigue surrounded the diplomats since the moment they arrived. Spies hung on every corner and doorway: CFS spies and Iridonian spies, and spies working for individual diplomats, advancing causes unbeknownst to their colleagues. While the gears of diplomacy grinded on, some had initiated more direct action.
Forgun Bohani had been the third diplomat to arrive in the Iridonian court. He was a clever old man, always watching and listening, who found himself on the side of a peaceful transition of power. He had listened to the bickering in the court long enough to decide a fresh voice was needed. He knew exactly who to summon: a young diplomat who had negotiated terms at Kril’Dor after the Pyerce insurrection, a rising star named Lan Honn. Honn seemed intelligent, studious, and honorable, precisely what was needed here. Bohani sent a message asking for Honn’s help, offering himself as a sponsor.
When the message arrived, Lan Honn was struck speechless. Once he had composed himself, calmed his excited nerves, and closed his gaping jaw, he jumped at the opportunity with appropriate seriousness. He became a tireless student of the Iridonian situation as he traveled, pouring over not only the current stakes of the negotiation, but Iridonian culture, art, and history. Anything that might help him understand their point of view. He stared out the viewport of his transport at the grim, dust-red planet’s surface.
Though he would soon join the CFS entourage, he chose to mask his arrival by docking at a swoop slum far from the city center. He traveled in plainclothes accompanied only by his bodyguard, the dangerous Esno Bo’Barbi.
The landing pad was deserted. The only people in sight were offworlders who looked more than worse-for-wear. As Honn and Bo’Barbi walked down the gangplank, a fat, bearded Lannik approached.
Honn turned to his companion. “Here comes Dak Sirah, a rogue if ever there was one, true and merry-faced though he be.”
“Aye,” replied the gruff Bo’Barbi. “Untiring after his own interest. Though if his and ours overlap, he becomes a useful fellow.”
Honn smiled at Sirah. “Dak! It’s good to see you. Live you on borrowed credits, or your own?”
“Lan Honn!” cried the bearded man. “Prince among men! Don’t you look…discrete. For once, I’m the handsomer of us two! For a diplomat, you make a lousy first impression, y’know. Don’t jest about my finances, I try to do my best.”
Honn grinned. “You’ve never once succeeded, though you’re not without other merit.”
Sirah peered at him. “Honest for a diplomat, too. Let’s put aside the squabbling, eh? I’m here on Bohani’s behalf, he got your message and sent me to lead you to the courts. I’d say welcome, but there’s nothing welcoming about Iridonia at present. What do you know about the situation, Honn?”
“I’ve read up on my way.”
“Ah! Of course you have. I should’ve known.”
“But pretend I haven’t. I want to hear it from your perspective.”
Dak sighed. “It’s a port of wolves, Honn. The Iridonians waste no pity or kindness on their own people, much less the Duros or offworlders. Both sides watch each other, constant with their spies. Yours truly, in fact, does some work on the side for Lord Bohani! Though, come to think of it, I wasn’t meant to let on to that.”
“I would think Bohani would bring on tighter-lipped spies. Though he’d be hard-pressed to find one more likable.”
“Ahhh, that’s my trick, there. No one suspects a guy like me to do anything more subtle than a public one-man-show! Keeps ‘em off the scent. It’s a good thing you’re here, Honn. It’s all been infighting and circling so far. Every day new proposals, new amendments, but nothin’ seems to stick. They’ve needed some fresh ideas, I think you’re just the one for it.”
“Thank you, Dak. I mean to be of service.”
Sirah scoffed. “You seem nervous. You kidding me? You’ll do great, you’re a bright guy. A lot brighter than some of the statues they’ve got at the table right now. Scaft, I nearly forgot to greet your bodyguard. Mister Bo’Barbi, the most dangerous man in the galaxy, enemy to nere’do’wells! A title I hope I don’t merit.”
Bo’Barbi raised an eyebrow. “An enemy to flatterers, too, mister Sirah.”
“Ah . . . Point taken. Lovely to make your acquaintance, sir! Ol’ Dak means no harm, no harm at all.” Sirah crinkled his jolly face. “Not unless you’re a bottle of Mantelli Scotch, anyway.”
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Thank you very much for your kind comments! :)
This is the second Baz Luhrmann film that I'm quoting in this series.
Continuing on with my affinity for twisted love stories....Luhrman's 1996 film Romeo+Juliet is a modern interpretation of the classic Shakespeare, anachronistically juxtaposing Shakespeare's original language against a modern landscape of consumption and capitalism.
As with all of Luhrman's films, the visual style is rich and detailed, vibrantly coloured and surreal. He paints a rather sickening view of modern society, with petty vanities slathered upon the grotesque criminals of upper class society. In the midst of such ugliness, Romeo and Juliet emerge, as yet untouched by the poisonous world around them.
I've read criticism that claims Romeo and Juliet must die in order to keep their love untainted. This film takes that purity one step further: In the end Romeo and Juliet have no choice but to die, or to succumb to the grotesqueries that their parents have grown into.
This film accomplishes the ideal that I believe all film adaptations of stage plays should strive toward: it brings the work of theatre to life in a manner unique to film, using the capabilities of the medium to inform a new, deeper understanding of the original work. The play is incredibly powerful on its own. Luhrmann has built upon Shakespeare's original work to create something contemporary, relevant, beautiful and impassioned. I am in awe of his work.
Big thanks to Happy_Peasant for sending me a bird image just so I could have my wings!
And again....textures by kittykatfish.
The Lady of Shalott - Lorena McKennitt
My Books:
My book "Discover GUIMERÀ" (preview)
My book "Discover SANTA PAU" (preview)
"The Lady of Shalott" is a Victorian poem or ballad by the English poet Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892). Like his other early poems— "Sir Lancelot and Queen Guinevere," and "Galahad"— the poem recasts Arthurian subject matter loosely based on medieval sources.
Tennyson wrote two versions of the poem, one published in 1833, of twenty stanzas, the other in 1842 of nineteen stanzas. It was loosely based on the Arthurian legend of Elaine of Astolat, as recounted in a thirteenth-century Italian novella entitled Donna di Scalotta (No. lxxxi in the collection Cento Novelle Antiche), with the earlier version being closer to the source material than the later. Tennyson focused on the Lady's "isolation in the tower and her decision to participate in the living world, two subjects not even mentioned in Donna di Scalotta."
For the Waterhouse painting, see The Lady of Shalott (painting).
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:JWW_TheLadyOfShallot_1888.jpg
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the Wold and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road run by
To many-towered Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The Island of Shalott.
Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro' the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle embowers
The Lady of Shalott.
Only reapers, reaping early,
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
Down to Tower'd Camelot;
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers "Tis the Fairy
The Lady of Shalott."
There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.
And moving through a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot;
And sometimes thro' the mirror blue
The Knights come riding two and two.
She hath no loyal knight and true,
The Lady of Shalott.
But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often thro' the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot;
Or when the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
"I am half sick of shadows," said
The Lady of Shalott.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.
His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra lirra" by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces thro' the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The Curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.
And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance--
With a glassy countenance
did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.
Heard a carold, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darkened wholly,
Turn'd to tower'd Camelot.
For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.
Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and burger, lord and dame,
And round the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.
Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the knights at Camelot;
But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott."
Lorena McKennitt
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Icy wind blows between the houses, flashes quickly in the night on the streets of the rotten city. A shade, a woman, her eyes are shiver and charm, her look magnetize you, it won't let you go.
The photoshoot shows the creature in an own perspective, who became nowadays very popular in books, films and series. The vampire. The immortal being of the past, the present and the future.
Look at the whole series!
Az időn át - Vámpír krónikák (a jövő)
Jeges szél süvít a házak közt, fürgén cikázik az éjszakában a romlott város utcáin. Egy árny, egy nő, a szeme borzongás és igézet, megbűvöl a tekintete, nem ereszt.
A sorozat saját szemszögünkből mutatja be azt a lényt, aki mára oly divatossá vált könyvekben, filmekben és tévésorozatokban. A vámpírt. A múlt, a jelen és a jövő alakját, aki halhatatlansággal bír.
Nézd meg a sorozat többi darabját is!
Info:
Concept, model: Ágnes Vincze
Makeup artist: Dóra Vízhányó
Hair stylist: Gábor Antal
Clothing designer: Zsuzsa Pócs
Strobist info:
Metz 58 AF-1 @ 1/2 power + Carena CA21 @ full power at camera left 45º into a reflective white umbrella, fired with Phottix Tetra PT-04II wireless trigger
Strobist.hu info:
Metz 58 AF-1 @ 1/2 teljesítményen + Carena CA21 @ max. teljesítményen kamera bal 45º-ról, fehér visszaverő ernyőbe Phottix Tetra PT-04II-vel indítva.
Oloron-Sainte-Marie, Pyrénées-Atlantiques (France).
♪♫ Listen / Escuchar (Celine Dion - Ave Maria) ♫♪
Vertorama of 2 shots.
ENGLISH
Oloron-Sainte-Marie is a commune of the Pyrénées-Atlantiques département in southwestern France.
Oloron Cathedral (Cathédrale Sainte-Marie d'Oloron-Sainte-Marie) is a Roman Catholic cathedral located in the town of Oloron-Sainte-Marie, France. It was the seat of the Bishopric of Oloron, suppressed by the Concordat of 1801.
Sources: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oloron-Sainte-Marie, en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oloron_Cathedral
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CASTELLANO
Oloron-Sainte-Marie es un municipio del sudoeste de Francia situado en el departamento de los Pirineos Atlánticos (64), en la región de Aquitania. Tiene, según el censo de 1999, 10.992 habitantes.
El nombre proviene de la fusión decretada en 1858 de los dos municipios vecinos de Oloron y Sainte-Marie. El nombre tradicional gascón es Auloron, escrito modernamente Aülourou. Auloron a su vez proviene del ibero Iluro, nombre con el que era conocida una ciudad situada en el lugar de la actual Oloron en la época romana.
La catedral de Santa María de Oloron es un edificio religioso construido por el vizconde de Bearn Gastón IV el Croata. Fue la sede episcopal de la antigua diócesis de Oloron, suprimida en 1802.
Su construcción comienza en 1102, año en que Gastón IV volvió de las cruzadas. De este primer estilo románico sólo queda la fachada esculpida por dos artistas. El primero realizó el tímpano (descenso de la cruz), cuatro capiteles y la entreventana.
El «Maestro de Santa María», tal como se conoce al segundo escultor, tenía mayor talento aún: la arquivolta más alta evoca el cielo con los 24 viejos de la apocalipsis. De cada lado surge un grupo esculpido: a la izquierda, un monstruo se traga un hombre, condenado por sus pecados; a la derecha, un caballero pisotea un enemigo vencido, la cara del cual muestra el espanto. Estas obras continúan siendo tradicionales por el tema, pero son originales por la variedad de las actitudes y el vigor de las expresiones. La otra arquivolta ofrece un contraste total: consagrada a las escenas de la vida terrestre, enseña una cacería de jabalí, la pesca de salmones y los diversos preparativos de un festín: todas estas figuras son sorprendentes por su vida y naturaleza.
El resto del edificio es de estilo gótico, y comprende una torre campanario, dos torres cuadradas y una cabecera con capillas radiantes.
Más info: es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oloron, ca.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catedral_de_Santa_Maria_d'Auloron
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We had a few minutes to go around the Botanic Garden in Oxford one cloudy Sunday afternoon. The Cherwell River runs along much of its boundary. Here is the introduction from the current Wikipedia article:
University of Oxford Botanic Garden, the oldest botanic garden in Great Britain, and the third oldest scientific garden in the world, was founded in 1621 as a physic garden growing plants for medicinal research. Today it contains over 8,000 different plant species on 1.8 hectares (4½ acres). It is one of the most diverse yet compact collections of plants in the world and includes representatives from over 90% of the higher plant families.
In 1621, Sir Henry Danvers, the First Earl of Danby, contributed £5,000 (equivalent to £744,000 in 2005)[1] to set up a physic garden for "the glorification of the works of God and for the furtherance of learning". He chose a site on the banks of the River Cherwell at the northeast corner of Christ Church Meadow, belonging to Magdalen College. Part of the land had been a Jewish cemetery until the Jews were expelled from Oxford (and the rest of England) in 1290.
The Garden comprises three sections:
·the Walled Garden, surrounded by the original seventeenth century stonework and home to the Garden's oldest tree, an English yew, Taxus baccata;
·the Glasshouses, which allow the cultivation of plants needing protection from the extremes of British weather; and
·the area outside the walled area between the Walled Garden and the River Cherwell.
El palacio fue proyectado por el arquitecto inglés Selden Wornun, en 1888, pero fue llevado a cabo por Benito Olasagasti, bajo la dirección del arquitecto José Goicoa. El palacio consta de sótano y tres plantas, las dos primeras eran las de uso privado y la última, abuhardillada, estaba reservada para la servidumbre.
San Sebastián se había convertido en la capital del turismo desde que a mediados del siglo XIX la familia real española comenzara a veranear en la ciudad. Esto dio lugar a que el Ayuntamiento empezara a barajar diferentes ubicaciones para edificar una residencia digna de los monarcas.
La Corporación Municipal finalmente optó por la ubicación actual tras desechar el adquirir el Palacio de Aiete, propiedad de la Duquesa de Bailén, y que, desde 1887, era utilizado por los Reyes como residencia de verano.
Sin embargo, la Reina María Cristina, "por no querer aceptar el sacrificio que supondría para el Ayuntamiento", compró, en 1888, la posesión que el Conde de Moviana tenía en Miraconcha
La primitiva finca ha ido ampliándose con diferentes adquisiciones, lo que le ha permitido crear un entorno envidiable de jardines y bosque.
La finca y Palacio de Miramar es, desde agosto de 1972, propiedad del Ayuntamiento de San Sebastián. Su situación sobre la Playa de La Concha y la Playa de Ondarreta hacen de él uno de los lugares más visitados por los donostiarras y por aquellos que visitan la ciudad.
Rome (Italy).
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The Pantheon (meaning "every god" in Greek) is a building in Rome, originally built by Marcus Agrippa as a temple to all the gods of Ancient Rome, and rebuilt in the early 2nd century AD. A near-contemporary writer, Cassius Dio, speculates that the name comes from the statues of many gods placed around the building, or from the resemblance of the dome to the heavens. Since the French Revolution, when the church of Sainte-Geneviève, Paris, was deconsecrated and turned into a secular monument, the Panthéon, the generic term pantheon may be applied to any building in which illustrious dead are honoured or buried.
The building is circular with a portico of three ranks of huge granite Corinthian columns (eight in the first rank and two groups of four behind) under a pediment opening into the rotunda, under a coffered, concrete dome, with a central opening (oculus) open to the sky. Almost two thousand years after it was built, the Pantheon's dome is still the world's largest unreinforced concrete dome. The height to the oculus and the diameter of the interior circle are the same, 43.3 metres (142 ft). A rectangular structure links the portico with the rotunda. It is one of the best preserved of all Roman buildings. It has been in continuous use throughout its history. Since the 7th century, the Pantheon has been used as a Roman Catholic church dedicated to "St. Mary and the Martyrs" but informally known as "Santa Maria Rotonda. [Text adapted from wikipedia]
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Castell'arquato (Vi),domenica 01\08\2010
Tra scoscese stradine e scivolosi ciottoli arsi dal sole si saziano i miei occhi ma digiuna il mio stomaco.
Tacchi alti e abito lungo non è un'armatura adeguata, eppure poco prima ha conquistato l'ameno campo delle rotoballe.I trofei , però, ben presto iniziano a pesare : la terra pizzica nelle scarpe ed i graffietti alle gambe bruciano sempre più. Devo riparare al parco.
Il fresco verde cela il panorama , ma svela scenette di dolci coccole e silenzioso relax. La frenesia del mio animo si sente così fuori posto che quasi arrossisce; ma ben presto regala l'ennesimo spettacolo di sè.
Qualcosa in faccia , in testa ... Oddio, un pipistrello in pieno giorno! No,una cavalletta, forse un uccello...MI plana contro più volte come a volermi colpire e così velocemene che quasi non riesco a schivarlo ed ancor meno a vedere e capire cosa sia!
Poco dopo le grida diventano risa e il dimenarsi un dolce dondolare: è una bella, simpatica e bizzarra farfallona.
Dimentica del pubblico, cedo ai vezzosi inviti e s'apre il folle monologo -" Un'altro bacio... vieni, un altro ancora.Sei bellissima, dolcissima, resta un secondo in più, fatti abbracciare! No, non sul cespuglio, su di me!!!"
Il suo tragitto regolare e ripetitivo mi suggerisce lo scatto._ " Forza, ricomponiamo le idee... il programma, i valori, eccoti...sul cespuglio. Scatto, no ... ho l'obiettivo sbagliato ! "
Con goffa furia monto l'altro obiettivo , le prolunghe macro; ma niente, non trovo il fuoco ! Mentre la farfalla continua il suo valzer, monto e rismonto più volte l'attrezzatura.
" Ora sono pronta! Eccoti di nuovo ferma sul cespuglio...t'ho messo a fuoco...stai ferma.... Fatto! immortalata!"
Giusto in tempo. Ancora un ultimo giro ed arriva quello che forse irrequieta cercava finora: un'altra fantastica, identica farfalla.Volano insieme verso l'alto scomparendo nel bagliore del cielo.
Che strano, il mio sogno di stanotte ha avuto il medesimo epilogo, mancavano solo le ali variopinte.
E' proprio vero: a volte i sogni diventano realtà ! E la realtà sembra un sogno, aggiungerei!
A quel rispettoso ed incantato pubblico chiedo scusa , non volevo profanare il vostro idillio; ma a volte sogno a voce alta !
Sento che mi sto risognando sotto... scappo!
Chiedo scusa anche a voi: l'incontinenza dell'anima è proprio un male incontrollabile ! ;-)
Rossana, sempre la stessa di mai - (Un diario non ancora nato)
.- Este Busardo ratonero fue encontrado con heridas de perdigon (probablemente causadas por algun cazador). Llevado al Centro de Recuperacion de Fauna del Parc Natural dels Aiguamolls de l'Empordá, donde lograron recuperarlo y finalmente devolverlo a su medio en libertad. Este es el momento de su liberación. Foto realizada en condiciones controladas.
.- Wounded by a shotgun (probably by hunters), this Buzzard was found and took to the recovery unit in the Parc Natural dels Aiguamolls de l'Empordá (Girona, Spain). With great success, this is the moment of his release. Picture made under controlled conditions.
Rupit, Barcelona (Spain).
ENGLISH
Rupit and Pruit (in Catalan Rupit i Pruit) are a municipality of the region of Osona located to the northeast of the region and the east of the Sierra de Cabrera. It is integrated by two urban nuclei: Rupit and Pruit, that they were independent until year 1980. It is the last town of the province of Barcelona in the highway that unites the municipalities of Vic, capital of the region of Osona and Olot, capital of the region of the Garrotxa (Girona).
The origin of the town we found in the castle that was constructed around year 1000, replacing the one of Fàbregues, where they went constructing houses around.
In 14th century the population underwent a reduction but it recovered, arriving in 17th and 18th centuries at the maximum splendor that has never had the town. The church was possibly built between 13th and 14th centuries, and it was dedicated to San Miguel Arcángel.
Pruit already names in year 955, when it belonged to viscounts of Osona. Always there is been united to the castle and jurisdiction of Rupit.
Sources: es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rupit_y_Pruit and pieraedicions.com/rupitpruitbreuhistoria.htm.
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CASTELLANO
Rupit y Pruit (en catalán Rupit i Pruit) es un municipio de la comarca de Osona situado al noreste de la comarca y al este de la Sierra de Cabrera. Está integrado por dos núcleos urbanos: Rupit y Pruit, que fueron independientes hasta el año 1977. Es el último pueblo de la provincia de Barcelona en la carretera que une los municipios de Vic, capital de la comarca de Osona y Olot, capital de la comarca de La Garrotxa (Gerona).
La iglesia de Sant Joan de Fàbregues y su castillo están documentados desde el año 968. Hacia el siglo XII surgió el pueblo de Rupit habitado por familias nobles. En 1878, la iglesia de Rupit dejó de depender de Sant Joan de Fàbregues y en 1959 el municipio pasó a llamarse Rupit. En 1977 se unieron los municipios de Rupit y Pruit.
Más info: es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rupit_i_Pruit
Icy wind blows between the houses, flashes quickly in the night on the streets of the rotten city. A shade, a woman, her eyes are shiver and charm, her look magnetize you, it won't let you go.
The photoshoot shows the creature in an own perspective, who became nowadays very popular in books, films and series. The vampire. The immortal being of the past, the present and the future.
Az időn át - Vámpír krónikák (a múlt)
Jeges szél süvít a házak közt, fürgén cikázik az éjszakában a romlott város utcáin. Egy árny, egy nő, a szeme borzongás és igézet, megbűvöl a tekintete, nem ereszt.
A sorozat saját szemszögünkből mutatja be azt a lényt, aki mára oly divatossá vált könyvekben, filmekben és tévésorozatokban. A vámpírt. A múlt, a jelen és a jövő alakját, aki halhatatlansággal bír.
Info:
Concept, model: Ágnes Vincze
Makeup artist: Dóra Vízhányó
Hair stylist: Gábor Antal
Strobist info:
Metz 58 AF-1 @ 1/2 power at camera right 45º into a reflective white umbrella, fired with PC cord
Strobist.hu info:
Metz 58 AF-1 @ 1/2 teljesítményen kamera jobb 45º-ról, fehér visszaverő ernyőbe szinkronkábellel indítva.
"L ...is for Lycanthrope"
had this started about 15 hours ago.
finally got it processed and uploaded.
Went on an awesome Zoo trip with some friends,
and once home, discovered that over 300 of the pictures
i had taken were unable to be located on the card.
so many of them were beautiful. unique.
Well, isnt that fun...?
currently trying to download software that will retrieve them.
in the meantime, we went and saw "the WolfMan".
aside from 2 sorta cheezy lines, the movie Rawked.
great Remake,had a perfect touch of the old universal
monster movies with awesome transformation scenes.
the costumes,lighting and attention to detail were incredible.
I wish that the CGI were a little less noticable, but not everything
gets the "avatar" budget. We had two buckets of hard mikes
while we watched. good times.
* Hopefully my brag tomorrow will be " i got all the pictures back".
in the meantime, you get this crap.
Explore, position 128
Felicia amelloides
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Something different from me today. My first attempt at Bokeh!
Whether it is or isn't, I can't really say. Better photographic minds than my own might decide. But I do love the yellow at the centre of a canopy of blue petals, encircled by a ring of yellow beneath them.That thought gave me the idea for today's Mupic (Music and Picture combination), another favourite of mine. ~~ Mr Blue Sky, by the Electric Light Orchestra, also known as ELO.
Hope all this comes together, peeps. Have a great weekend, one and all.
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♪ ♫ Mr Blue Sky ♪ ♫ ~~ by ELectric Light Orchestra.
Sun is shinin' in the sky
There ain't a cloud in sight
It's stopped rainin' ev'rybody's in a play
And don't you know
It's a beautiful new day hey,hey
Runnin' down the avenue
See how the sun shines brightly in the city
On the streets where once was pity
Mister blue sky is living here today hey, hey
Mister blue sky please tell us why
You had to hide away for so long
Where did we go wrong?
Hey you with the pretty face
Welcome to the human race
A celebration, mister blue sky's up there waitin'
And today is the day we've waited for
Hey there mister blue
We're so pleased to be with you
Look around see what you do
Ev'rybody smiles at you
Mister blue sky, mister blue sky
Mister blue sky
Mister blue, you did it right
But soon comes mister night creepin' over
Now his hand is on your shoulder
Never mind I'll remember you this
I'll remember you this way
Mister blue sky please tell us why
You had to hide away for so long
Where did we go wrong?
Hey there mister blue
We're so pleased to be with you
Look around see what you do
Ev'rybody smiles at you
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
This is another shot of Prospect Bay bathed in early evening sunlight
It seems I had been tagged a week or two back I had originally said I would never participate in the tagging but as I was asked nicely and the person who tagged be apologized after she tagged me I decided to do a list. Ten things most of you don't know about me hmmmmm ! Anyone else tags me I will hunt you down and sing to you for four hours straight and believe I can't carry a tune even in a bucket !!!!!
1: I am a two time cancer survivor, and when I hear of people undergoing chemo it becomes very personal to me whether I know them or not !
2: My best friend, who is also my photography companion, also happens to be my wonderful wife Ann
3: Further to number two we will be renewing our vows on Aug 29th, our anniversary, this Saturday. (I did give her a chance to run, but she refused)
4: I am as avid a fly tier, as I am a photographer, and I do fish with the flies I tie
catch and release only
5: I was a police officer (Military)
6: A car accident ended my Military Career and put me in the hospial for ten months, almost like Evel Knievel have had just about every bone in my body broken. Now everyone knows why I walk funny I really am not drunk !
7: I really enjoy my evening drink of wine or maybe a Brandy or Appleton Estate 21 year Old Rum
8: I am an environmentalist is every sense of the word.
9: I am a blueberry addict, love them however I can get them and I eat them everyday in one way or another
10: Lastly I am an adrenalin junky, have done a bungee jump, sky diving, hang gliding and para gliding, too old for most of this now but plan to do a solo sky dive on my 65th birthday.
Sin importar los consejos de técnicos e ingenieros en materia de transporte, en Marzo del corriente, el Diputado de la Coalición Cívica en la Legislatura porteña y uno de los miembros de la Comisión de Tránsito y Transporte, Sergio Abrevaya intenta transformar en Ley el proyecto por el cual se autoriza al Poder Ejecutivo a prolongar la traza de la Línea A de Subterráneos a partir de la Estación Nazca (denominada actualmente como San Pedrito), hasta la intersección de la Av. Juan Bautista Alberdi con la calle Cosquín, a 7 cuadras de la Av. Gral. Paz.
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Todos conocemos la imperiosa necesidad de extender la red. Pero hay maneras de llevarlo a cabo y sin presupuesto sabemos que las líneas no se extenderán por sí solas o por arte de magia. Ya se sabe que el macrismo decidió no extender la red con la excusa de que el ejecutivo Nacional no le entregó los avales necesarios para llevarlo adelante. También, se sabe que el dinero que debería gastarse para extender la red la utilizó (Macri) en repavimentación y bacheo, priorizando así al automóvil particular y a los colectivos desmereciendo la importancia del subterráneo en una ciudad tan grande y tan compleja como lo es Buenos Aires.
Las buenas intenciones del diputado Abrevaya son bienvenidas para los porteños siempre y cuando se cumpla primero con lo proyectado en la Ley Nº 670 que establece la creación de tres nuevas líneas de subterráneo transversales (la "F", que iría de Constitución a Plaza Italia y luego de Constitución a Barracas; la "G", que iría de Retiro al Cid Campeador y luego hasta Villa del Pque; y la "I", que iría de Pque. Chacabuco a Plaza Italia y luego hasta Barrancas de Belgrano y Ciudad Universitaria. A esto se le suma la terminación total de la línea "H" hacia Retiro, hoy incompleta con sus escasas 5 estaciones que van de Av. Caseros a Plaza Once) que cumplirán un papel importante en la conectividad subterránea porque gracias a ellas, las actuales radiales (A, B, D y E) se verán notablemente aliviadas desalentando de esta manera el uso del automóvil particular y desaturando el flujo de pasajeros en colectivos.
Es así que Abrevaya prefiere saturar la línea A extendiéndola mas allá de los límites establecidos en vez de priorizar y focalizar las energías en la postergada creación de los ramales transversales (F, G, H e I) necesarios para que, en un futuro, podamos extender la mencionada y las demás radiales mas allá de San Pedrito (líneas A y E), Villa Uquiza (línea B) y Congreso de Tucumán (D). Priorizar la extensión de la línea mas antigua de Sudamérica por sobre las demás transversales proyectadas anteriormente sería nefasto si antes no comienzan con lo "cajoneado". Hay un tiempo para todo y apresurarse en materia de subtes no es el camino para lograr el éxito conectivo transversal que le hace falta a Buenos Aires. Otra alternativa sería ejecutar todas las obras (extensiones) en simultáneo pero todos sabemos que raras veces ha sucedido eso, sobre todo en Argentina.
Actualmente, y desde Julio de 2004, andan extendiendo la línea A desde su ex cabecera en Primera Junta hasta San Pedrito. El 22 de Diciembre pasado se inauguró el tramo I que va de Primera Junta a Carabobo. El segundo tramo volverá a fijar su fecha de inauguración cuando el ejecutivo porteño destine mas presupuesto al área donde hace poco (Octubre 2008) comenzaron la construcción de la cochera taller Nazca que irá posterior a la futura terminal de la línea A, San Pedrito; fijado como cabecera definitiva de la línea al Oeste de la Ciudad, en el barrio de Flores.
Similar disparate fue el proyecto presentado por el diputado nacional Norberto Erro, que proponía extender la línea D desde la estación Congreso de Tucumán hasta Puente Saavedra, desconociendo el impacto que tendría la iniciativa.
Ninguna de las actuales líneas, menos la C y la H que son transversales pero de corto trayecto, deben prolongarse mas allá de los límites y estudios técnicos fijados por SBASE (Subterráneos de Buenos Aires S.E.), la empresa estatal del Gobierno de la Ciudad que expande la red.
De todas maneras, no tendrían con que llevarlo a cabo ya que no hay presupuesto ni siquiera para terminar lo que estaba en marcha. Las buenas intenciones se desmoronan cuando un proyecto excede la realidad no resuelta por falta de iniciativa del ejecutivo porteño, o por falta de vocación en la materia. Y todo, pasa por el presupuesto. Sin presupuesto no llegamos a ningún lado muchachos.
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Siguiente texto: Sergio Abrevaya.
PROYECTO DE LEY
Artículo 1º Autorízase al Poder Ejecutivo a prolongar la traza de la Línea A de Subterráneos de Buenos Aires a partir de la Estación Nazca, para que continúe por debajo de las Avdas.: Rivadavia, Olivera y Juan Bautista Alberdi, hasta su intersección con la calle Cosquín, habilitando seis (6) nuevas estaciones en las inmediaciones de las siguientes arterias: Segurola, Carrasco, Olivera, Escalada, Larrazabal y Cosquín.
Artículo 2° Declárase de utilidad pública el subsuelo de los bienes necesarios para la ejecución de la obra indicada en el artículo 1° de la presente Ley, en los términos del artículo 4° de la Ley N° 238.
Artículo 3° Autorízase al Poder Ejecutivo, a través de Subterráneos de Buenos Aires Sociedad del Estado -SBASE-, a efectuar los correspondientes llamados a Licitación Pública para la construcción de las obras de ampliación detalladas en al artículo 1º de la presente Ley, y a efectuar los aportes del valor total de las inversiones para las construcciones antedichas, las que incluyen toda la infraestructura necesaria más el material rodante para garantizar el servicio público.
Artículo 4° El Poder Ejecutivo debe cumplir con lo dispuesto en el artículo 7° de la Ley N° 670, modificada por el artículo 4° de la Ley N° 2.710, en lo que respecta a los informes bimestrales a la Legislatura, en relación a lo determinado por el artículo 1° de la presente Ley.
Articulo 5º Comuníquese, etc.
FUNDAMENTOS
Nos encontramos convencidos de que el servicio de transporte en subterráneo soluciona gran parte de la problemática del tránsito y el transporte que tiene la Ciudad de Buenos Aires.
En este marco, la presente iniciativa tiende a mejorar la calidad de vida y de desplazamiento de gran parte de los habitantes del oeste y del sur de nuestra Ciudad, particularmente de los Barrios de Flores, Floresta, Parque Avellaneda y Mataderos.
Es dable destacar, que las grandes ciudades del mundo ya han optado, hace mucho, por desarrollar este medio de transporte que está comprobado que genera eficiencia, conectividad y desarrollo económico. El mismo permite viajar en forma rápida, segura y eficiente.
Consideramos que la extensión de la red de subtes de la Ciudad es la mejor iniciativa para mejorar la problemática del transporte público urbano y es la gran solución para reducir la cantidad de vehículos que transitan por las arterias porteñas diariamente.
En tal sentido, y teniendo en cuenta la postergación crónica en inversiones públicas que padecen algunos sectores de la Ciudad, proponemos la prolongación de la Línea A de Subterráneos de Buenos Aires, a partir de la Estación Nazca, para que continúe por debajo de las Avdas. Rivadavia, Olivera y Jun Bautista Alberdi hasta su intersección con la calle Cosquín, habilitando seis (6) nuevas estaciones en las inmediaciones de las siguientes arterias: Segurola, Carrasco, Olivera, Escalada, Larrazabal y Cosquín.
Por todo lo expuesto solicito la sanción de la presente iniciativa.
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En imagen: Gran andén central de la futura estación San Pedrito de la línea A de subtes. Al fondo, tímpano SudOeste, donde actualmente llega la traza total de esta línea. Próximamente, las máquinas excavadoras avanzarán del otro lado, bajando por la rampa de la calle Azul, en Floresta, en dirección a estos muros demoliéndolos y así enlazar la obra del segundo tramo con las obras complementarias (cochera taller) provenientes de Floresta. Obras que están dentro del límite establecido por Subterráneos de Buenos Aires S.A.
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Walking in the woods at Great Falls Virginia, I happened across this creature. It was huge ... maybe an 8-10" wingspan. It was very still and I thought it might be dead. I bent down and blew on it ... it didn't move. My first thought was, "Fantastic - it's dead! I can take it into a spot with good lighting and go to town with my macro lens!!" I envisioned all the amazing shots I could take while it didn't move. Sweet.
But ... I'm a wimp, and afraid to touch bugs and such. I asked my husband if he would move it for me, but he (a self-described "indoorsy" man) said he would only do so with a stick. I didn't want it to be damaged and I *really* wanted to photograph it, so I screwed up my courage and picked it up by the corner of the wing. I was so proud of my bravery!!
I carried it for a long time and was really itching to shoot it, but our trail wasn't emerging into a more well-lit area so I decided to put it down on a rock and get my fix with a few shots and then I would pick it up again and carry it to a more appropriate spot.
Well, when I put it down, what do you think happened? It *moved*! It was alive. OMG!! It must have been near death because it didn't really go anywhere so I still had the opportunity to shoot it. But, it was quite dark in the woods and I didn't have a tripod so I didn't get the shots I had been fantasizing about, but I did get these and I'm happy to at least have captured it. (Of course, it goes without saying that since I now knew it was alive I was too freaked out to pick it up again.)
It's amazing how huge and fat and furry and white its body was! I guess it needs those ginormous wings in order to carry itself around!
A couple of stories about today! This might be a long description, but please read! I love conversing with all of you! :)
SOOO...last night I went to my best friends house for the night. I was driving home this morning, going down this road that no one EVER goes down, and the speed limit is forty for some reason. So I'm just cruising at around 55-60. So, I come around a corner, and there's a lovely little Sheriff doing his duty. Of course I KNEW he was going to pull me over, even if I slowed down, he would've pulled me over because I still would've been way over. So that completely ruined my day it seemed. I have a lovely little yellow ticket now, a court date, I can already see two or three hundred bucks coming out of my paycheck, AND my insurance going up. OH JOY. I'm not going to court though, you can call a number on the back and just pay it :)
So, I get home, and I was all stressed so of course when I show it to my parents I start crying cause I was so mad. I'm such a child...oh well.
THEN, I GO to work, and find out my shift was cut. Which kinda sucked.
So I go back home, and prepare for our HUGE yard sale. We are going through our three room attic and all the rest of our house and selling as MUCH as we can from 10 cents and up. My step niece Katelyn, (she's 7), comes over and really cheers me up. She helped me put price stickers on everything, and was SO helpful. She really looks up to me, and she's so sweet. It's funny how children can really cheer you up.
Speaking of the yard sale, if you happen to live near me, hit me up with a message and you can come! :)
The yard sale is next weekend and my parents picked the PERFECT time to have it. The (5th?) Annual Classic Car Show in Senoia Georgia. :D
It's literally right next to my house. SO many cars come...and I'm a SUCKER for classic cars. So sleek, fashionable, and unique. People always park in our yard, >:O , so they can park this time and come and see our yard sale. We'll get lots of business that way.
So of course, every year, I take my camera down to the car show and go crazy. There are so many cars to take pictures of, and so many interesting things going on. I'm SO excited. Plus, I get boiled peanuts...my favorite.
The camera above was found today in our attic. I was ECSTATIC. It's a Canon AE-1. It has a 50mm 1.4 lens on it. It also has a wide angle lens as well. Not only that, but it's in MINT condition. Right now the film isn't developed and the battery is dead, so we're going to get all that fixed and see what lies in the film! I can't wait to learn a thing or two with this film camera! :D
I hope everyone is doing well! :)
A FEW QUESTIONS:
What was your most expensive speeding ticket, and how fast were you going over?
Classical cars, or modern and futuristic cars?
Digital or Film photography?
"To take away a chapel from the sick, disadvantaged and downtrodden is one of the lowest acts this government could approve."
Today's Advertiser published a reader's letter about the closure of the chapel:
"MANY citizens are appalled at the closure of the chapel on the Glenside campus.
The chapel, a heritage building, is now owned by the Arts Department and a room has been set up in the Grove division of Glenside as a "contemplation room".
This new ownership was confirmed by staff at Glenside.
When I enquired about this room I was ushered down a corridor to a room with six chairs and an organ - this was the substitute:
A contemplation room and it was locked.
What a disgrace. We should be able to pride ourselves on religious freedom.
This would be one of the most disgusting and insensitive episodes on the Glenside campus.
To take away a chapel from the sick, disadvantaged and downtrodden is one of the lowest acts this government could approve.
The "old chapel" has been used for numerous funerals by the next of kin/relations and friends for deceased patients.
Many comments have been made by the loved ones on the serenity and beauty of this chapel during their times of bereavement and sadness.
Many of our forefathers came to this state to seek religious freedom and for this Government to accept and sanction this closure defies description.
Shame on you, Mr Rann, to allow this to happen."
JS, Burnside. From letter to The Advertiser.
After 139 years of being a mental health service facility, patients will no longer be able to sit here and watch the sunset. This has now become the playground for the South Australian Film Corporation as part of the new $43 million Adelaide Film and Screen Hub. The patients will have to wait another 5 years or more until the new hospital and associated non-denominational space are constructed.
Originally built as a combined chapel and dining room in 1880, it was used solely as a dining room until 1970 as well as for screening films for patient entertainment. After renovations were completed in 1970/1971, it became the hospital chapel.
The water is wide, I cannot get over
Neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row, my love and I
A ship there is and she sails the sea
She's loaded deep as deep can be
But not so deep as the love I'm in
I know not if I sink or swim
I leaned my back against an oak
Thinking it was a trusty tree
But first it bent and then it broke
So did my love prove false to me
I reached my finger into some soft bush
Thinking the fairest flower to find
I pricked my finger to the bone
And left the fairest flower behind
Oh love be handsome and love be kind
Gay as a jewel when first it is new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like the morning dew
Must I go bound while you go free
Must I love a man who doesn't love me
Must I be born with so little art
As to love a man who'll break my heart
When cockle shells turn silver bells
Then will my love come back to me
When roses bloom in winter's gloom
Then will my love return to me
Irish folk song