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To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star
This is my quest
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far
To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march into Hell
For a heavenly cause
And I know if I'll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest
And the world will be better for this
That one man, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star
HDR processing from 5 exposures in photomatix and then processed in photoshop. Blakemere Moss, Delamere Forest, Cheshire
Some great clouds appeared over the area today, so after work I decided they looked good enough to climb down the cliff to the Davenport Pier. At the top, there used to be a big cement slab that jutted over the top of the cliff and you would have to duck under it as you climbed down. Someone sawed it off since the last time I was there. I'm not sure why, but there's that much less to grab onto at the top. There's just a piece of rebar and a hunk of rail now.
If you want to shoot here, take my advice and bring at least 50 feet of rope. You can tie it off on a pipe at the top of the cliff and throw it down the "trail" so you have something to grab onto. Almost no one ever goes down the "trail", so there's no convenient foot or handholds. And what you grab onto is just as likely to come off in your hand as not. If you fall, you'll be in pretty bad shape. If you're lucky. It's a long way down.
Once I got down to the beach, conditions were excellent, unlike the last time I shot here, when the surf had me on the run. It was very peaceful with the surf only reaching the base of the first pier from time to time. As the sun set, I thought there would be a lot of color. It didn't quite turn out as I had hoped. There was some nice color, but it was fairly muted.
I started out with a couple of long exposures, of which this is the best.
I'll post one or two regular exposures later on, I think.
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a 3D rendering I made for a small competition with the title "Sustaining Infrastructure"
Only the blurred background is a photo. Everything else is pure 3d.
Fall colours at Deer Lake in Burnaby near Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada.
About this photo: Fall is my favourite season and that season starts tomorrow! I am so excited and can't wait for the leaves to change colours soon. In the mean time I will share a photo I took last year around mid October at beautiful Deer Lake in Burnaby near Vancouver. This place is only about 10-15 minute drive from my place, so I will be checking it out over there frequently and hope that the colours will be as vibrant this year as well.
~Camera Settings:
*Camera Model: Sony ILCA-77m2
*Focal Length: 85mm
*F-Number: F/8
*Exposure Time: 1/40 sec.
*ISO Speed: ISO-160
*Exposure Program: Manual Mode (M)
Thank you for dropping by!
Ann :)
Some information on Deer Lake Park: Burnaby is a city which belongs to the Greater Vancouver area and is about 10-15 minutes from downtown Vancouver. Deer Lake is a relaxing 5 kilometre/3 mile walk around an urban lake just outside of Vancouver. The walking trail around the lake is good any time of year and is very popular with dog walkers in and around Burnaby. Trails in the park lead to a kids playground, washrooms, a boat launch and picnic tables. In the summer months Deer Lake Boat Rentals offers canoe, kayak and pedal boat rentals. Gas or electric motors are not allowed on this lake.
Deer Lake is also home to the Burnaby Art Gallery, Shadbolt Centre for the Arts, Burnaby Village Museum and Century Gardens. The Burnaby Art Gallery manages the City of Burnaby's permanent art collection while the Shadbolt Centre for the Arts is a multi-purpose community arts facility providing public exhibitions, performances, festivals and art classes. The Burnaby Village Museum depicts life in the area from the 1920's. They have reconstructed 31 full scale buildings over 10 acres, with staff in costumes like in the 1920's.
Deer Lake Park is a great place for outdoor activities and cultural life in Burnaby. Whether you want to visit an art gallery or see an outdoor concert, Deer Lake Park is the place you will find it. Your kids will love the park for the beach, the playground, the water activities and the Burnaby Village Museum. In the summer months the park comes alive with outdoor concerts and lake activities and in the off season it is a relaxing park to go for a quiet walk around the scenic trails.
[scritto nella mia agenda, il 21 marzo, mentre aspettavo con marcello davanti ai cancelli, l'apertura della seconda data]
AC/DC per la seconda volta, ad accompagnare gli stati d’animo un po’ assopiti dalla stanchezza, in un futuro molto prossimo largamente ripagati.
Il 19, prima cazzo di data, dopo una giornata stesa al sole, tremante, fremente, AGITATA sono corsa, una FOLLE CORSA sugli scalini verso l’inferno, AC/DC pensavo, e correvo sugli scalini, li facevo a 3 a 3, a 4 a 4, nessuno mi fermava, i muscoli fremevano e io andavo sempre più forte con un solo unico pensiero in testa; finiti gli scalini in salita, per una frazione di secondo ho visto il mondo dall’alto e ho un gridato un “CAZZO!!!” VENUTO DAL CUORE, MA NON C’ERA TEMPO, SONO RIPARTITA, le gambe vibravano, ho rischiato di cadere ed essere travolta, ma no, non è successo…ho corso, madonna se ho corso, vista la passerella e sorpassata, “L’ANGOLO TRA BRIAN E ANGUS era vuoto…SIIIIII, non ci credevo, ero lì, cazzo ero lì, butto la borsa, mi giro e vedo manu che correndo mi raggiunge, subito dietro Stè, C’ERAVAMO TUTTE!! Buttiamo le borse e urliamo gioia, lo staff guarda, capisce e sorride…CI SONO...mi chino sulla transenna, di spalle al resto delle persone che arrivavano stremate, mi chino e il pensiero va ad angelo, indosso avevo la sua maglietta, scendono due lacrime, sono forte, mi sonto forte, mi alza, SONO IN PRIMISSIMA FILA! Davanti ai miei occhi un maestoso ma umano palco, tutti i giochi degli AC/DC erano in fila pronti a essere usati, pronti ad essere acclamati, tutti gli show sono pronti ad accadere.
alle 8 in punto cominciano i "The Answer", un miscuglio tra Led Zeppelin ed AC/DC, bravi, da approfondire, ma vogliamo gli ac/dc....ok, ci siamo!
BUIO, si urla, nessuno si trattiene...nel megaschermo parte un'animazione con Angus sopra il "rock'n'roll train" che getta carbone per far andare più veloce, getta adrenalina....continua il video malizioso alla AC/DC, splendido!!
ESCONO....è IL DELIRIO...cominciano con "ROCK'N'ROLL TRAIN", poi, dopo "HELL AIN'T A BAD PLACE", si sente ta, tadada tadada, ta, tadada, tadada...BACK IN BLACKKKKKKK....a seguire Big Jack, bellissima dell'ultimo disco...e poi OI OI OI OI .....DIRTY DEEDS Done Dirt Cheap....SPLENDIDA DOSE DI ADRENALINAAA...mamma mia e pi l'assolo di Thunderstruck...non ci potevo credere, mani alzate e urla, mi provenivano dal fegato, non era la mia voce, non sentivo la mia voce, era Thunderstruck, la stavano facendo mio dio!!!
in "The Jack" mi hanno inquadrato nel megaschermo... ;) e poi ecco che cala la campana dell'inferno, tutti capiamo, tutti urliamo, urla disumane e il salto di quel quasi sessantaduenne che finisce sulla corda della campana, favoloso, esaltante...Hells Bells....
Hanno fatto T.N.T. ....la mia mente ora si stà annebbiando, non riesco a ricordare, a raccontare in modo lineare, mi emoziono, mi agito, tremo ancora, T.N.T. si...oddio non ho parole per descriverla, poi ROSIE, poi Let There Be Rock....breve, brevissima pausa per poi vedere fumo sul palco, tanto fumo e un piccolo Angus completo di corna salire da sotto il palco con la sua Diavoletto pronta a sbraitare...Highway to Hell....ceee...non si può immaginare esperienza migliore...infine per saluto ci regalano i cannoni con "For Those About to Rock We Salute You"...non ho piu parole, il ri-raccontare tutto mi ha fatto esaurire le poche forze rimaste...
Lo spogliarello, la pedana che si alza con Angus che rotola dentro imponendo un assolo maestoso...oddio oddio, le mie aspettative erano altissime ma loro le hanno superate travolgendo ogni cosa...
MI SONO VISTA GLI AC/DC....sono riuscita anche a prendere il plettro di Angus e la scaletta...mio dio, non ci credo ancora....
"Pretty in Ink" - Chrissy is the fourth young lady to participate in my Tatt'ed Sheets Sessions
Model: Chrissy
MUAHS: Kate Alley
Strobist Info:
Key: AB1600 86" PLM Camera Left 1/32 power
B/G:RPS160 Monolight 64" PLM with BOC behind b/g. Power
Fill: AB400 with 42" RPS Octabox Camera Right 1/8 Power
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¬So when i grow my hair long i will never leave it down. I will always have it up in some crazy hair style or what not. and pig tails hell no i hate those crackas! I think i might not cut my hair(in the back) ,for layers and such,until it's past my neck. I got this hair idea from one of the snsd members from the video oh! i had to use sooo many bobby pins to hold up the bottom layer of my hair haha. but the rest of my hair was long enough to go up in the tiny bun..it's so cute. my hair is so thin..i've grown to love and accept it
¬"simple pleasure/little things that make me happy"
¬waking up all cozy and reading in bed
¬the smell of peppermint room spray
¬the crazy things that jonel says
¬cuties or tangerines mmm and the way they feel in your hands, and the way the peel feels as you peel it
¬long hott showers
¬the feeling of erasers against my lips
¬long texts from my best friend, adela
¬so i know i've said this before but this time i really think i'm really going to do it. i want to become fluent in spanish i'm tired of not knowing spanish fluently. I want to read, write, and speak it fluently. I mean my bf is 100% colombian and i'm 50% cuban, duh i need to learn spanish fluently..also when i have kids in my 30s i want them to grow up speaking spanish fluently, first then learn english. nothing against english haha. i just want that. how sexy will that mix be? 50% colombian 25% cuban 25% european. my kids are going to have a great mix. hehe
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Think of me as programmable soda
Too much cherry?
Baby then you can just add cola
Think of me as programmable soda
'Cause you can
Can be a cruel fella
So okay, then I just back off
The vanilla
Think of me as programmable soda
'cause I've come
I've come to accept that
For lovelies you are a fanatic
But I can't
I can't let that throw me
Into a genital panic
Think of me as programmable soda
Too much cherry?
Baby then you can just add cola
Think of me as programmable soda
When you think
And boy when you drink
When you think of me
~Tori Amos
(in case anyone's curious there are 7 skins and 6 hairstyles all mashed together)
Ok now I finally took the time to process one of my favourite shots from the trip to cornwall. I usually tend to get a bit anxious when it comes to processing the shots which during vacation just looked so gorgeous and about which I was the most excited. I often fear that I don't do the scene justice with the shot and the processing. As you can guess this is not out of camera, that wouldn't have been enough for me to convey the emotions connected to this scene. It's a focusstacked DRI image. And I did a little more than usual to enhance the color contrasts between warm and cool and green and magenta.
It's such a bliss when after a clouded day the sun comes into view for sunset. I was desperately waiting for this moment since I knew it would come to bath the foreground into a warm light and give the sky a kind of ethereal look... Well might also be that this is only how the scene looked or felt for me, but I hope you guys also like it!!
cheers
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Listen L'Amor - Arianna Savall
Arianna Savall (born 1972, Basle, Switzerland) is a classical singer, harpist, and composer. Bella Terra, her first solo recording was released in 2003. She is the daughter of composer and viol player Jordi Savall and singer Montserrat Figueras, and the sister of Ferran Savall.
The first news of which has its existence dates back to 978. Around the church of Sant Marti, as documented by the year 1088 began to wake up the first houses in this picturesque town that even today retains all its medieval charm.
Historically, work in the field was the main dedication of its people; particular importance was conreo of grapes, from the eighteenth century shifted more traditional forms of agriculture. This was a particularly arduous task given the characteristics of the mountainous terrain, settled in part by building jars at the foot of vineyards, which were used for the storage of must and grapes. Already into the nineteenth century, the phylloxera conditioned conreo and resulted in a significant decline in population. Another important task, until mid-twentieth century, was the development of charcoal, until such time as the electricity found their disappearance. Since then, its people were devoted to another kind of work in line with the changing times. It set up a textile factory in the early twentieth century, which was in operation until the year 1964. Logically, closing it was important socio-economic consequences on the lives of the people, determining the migration of population towards the industrial cities or to neighboring towns. Since then, the physiognomy of Mura se ha ido transforming into a large number of people with second homes, laying the groundwork for a tradition tourist potential. Precisely for the new work and revenue earned from tourism, was very relevant to the creation of the Natural Park Sant Llorenç del Munt i l'Obac, in 1972. Since then increased the number of tourists and visitors. Nobody is aware that, as in many other municipalities of Catalunya, tourism could ensure the future of the people so that asentare solidly its core population.
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“It's very good jam,” said the Queen.
“Well, I don't want any TO-DAY, at any rate.”
“You couldn't have it if you DID want it,” the Queen said. “The rule is, jam to-morrow and jam yesterday--but never jam to-day.”
“It MUST come sometimes to "jam to-day,"“ Alice objected.
“No, it can't,' said the Queen. “It's jam every OTHER day: to-day isn't any OTHER day, you know.”
“I don't understand you,” said Alice. “It's dreadfully confusing!”
“That's the effect of living backwards,” the Queen said kindly: “it always makes one a little giddy at first--”
“Living backwards!” Alice repeated in great astonishment. “I never heard of such a thing!”
“--but there's one great advantage in it, that one’s memory works both ways.”
”I'm sure MINE only works one way,” Alice remarked. “I can't remember things before they happen.”
”It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards,” the Queen remarked.
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Former Sounding ship of the water and shipping office Cuxhaven
Since 2010 out of service
IMO: 7642182
Technical data:
Length overall: 38.27 m
Width, overall: 8.03 m
Draught, max. 3,95 m
Max Speed: 12 knots
Area of operations: national
Built: 1946
Shipyard: Naval Shipyard Wilhelmshaven
GRT: 310
NRT: 100
Displacement: 420 tons
GL-class ship: +100 A5 E Survey Vessel
GL-Class Engine: MC
Crew: 7 people
Main drive: 1x MAK MAU 423 A, 552 kW at 360 rpm
Auxiliary Diesel: 2 x MAN D 0024 M, 37 kW
Auxiliary Diesel: 1 x MAN D 2156 MT, 132 kW
2 Surveying boats on board for use in shallow waters
Length: 6.70 m
Width: 2.30 m
Draft: max. 0.90 m
Speed: 14.5 knots
Drive. Volvo Penta AQD 40 A 280B 6 cyl, 110 kW and AQD 41A 290A 6cyl. 110kW at Aqua Master 290A (Drive)
Responsibilities:
Hydrographic surveys in the North Sea Elbe and Oste river for traffic safety of the fairway and anchorages, for the dredging requirement and control (actual and desired depths), providing data for hydromorphology and measurements for building inspection.
Yearly average of 22,000 sounding kilometers in the area of water and shipping office Cuxhaven
Yellow ragwort, light green lichen on rocks, and white blossoms of red diamorpha: native and endemic spring flora on a granite monadnock.
DeKalb County (Stonecrest), Georgia, USA.
27 March 2024.
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▶ "Once part of a quarry, Arabia Mountain is now protected as part of the Davidson-Arabia Mountain Nature Preserve. This otherworldly rock outcrop is a monadnock, a geologic formation that has seen the ground around it erode. Arabia Mountain also contains a variety of rare and endangered plants, such as diamorpha, which grows in the fragile solution pit ecosystems that appear on the rock face."
— Arabia Mountain Heritage Area Alliance.
▶ "Stone cutters especially appreciated Arabia Mountain for the unique quality of its granite (a mix of granite and gneiss referred as 'migmatite'), known for its high density, colorfastness, and attractive appearance. When it formed deep below the surface of the Earth, bands of light and dark minerals twisted to create distinctive swirls that broke the stone’s granular appearance, giving it the fitting name, 'Tidal grey' "
— Virginie Kippelen (in the Atlanta Studies Journal).
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Ensaio Geral
O balet conta uma história onde a fantasia e magia, típicas de um romantismo, contam as aventuras de um quebra-nozes de aparência humana, vestido como um soldado, mas que tem as pernas e a cabeça de tamanho desmensurado. A heroína, Clara, gostava tanto da sua aparência que o pediu como presente de natal ao seu padrinho. Assim o padrinho Herr Dosslmeyer fabricante de relógios disse "Era precisamente para ti", logo em seguida Clara experimenta-o e vê que ele quebra as nozes sempre sem perder o seu sorriso e também com grande eficácia. Seu irmão Fritz, que tinha visto como o quebra-nozes funcionava, também quis usá-lo, mas escolhe as nozes maiores que havia no cesto. Então o quebra-nozes, sendo usado grosseiramente pelo irmão dela, acaba quebrando um de seus braços. Diante das reclamações da pobre Clara, seu pai o juiz Stahlbaun, entrega à filha o seu quebra-nozes como propriedade exclusiva, tendo Fritz que sair para brincar com os seus brinquedos. Logo em seguida Clara pega no chão o braço de quebra-nozes e o consola abraçando-o em seus braços até ele dormir e Clara, também acaba dormindo. Com o adormecimento, Clara sonha... Clara volta ao esconderijo onde havia colocado o seu quebra-nozes, mas encontra o salão cheio de ratazanas enormes que o seu padrinho Dosselmeyer criou. A casa desapareceu e no lugar onde ficavam os móveis estavam árvores gigantescas. Não foi só isso que mudou; o Quebra-Nozes de Clara agora é um soldado de carne e osso e que tem às suas ordens um pelotão de soldados como ele. Começa uma batalha entre as ratazanas e o pelotão do Quebra-Nozes. Jogando enormes sapatos até às ratazanas, os soldados vencem a batalha, e com isso o rei das ratazanas e também as suas ratazanas fogem rapidamente. O bosque se transforma numa linda estufa de inverno. E o Quebra-Nozes transforma-se num lindo príncipe que leva Clara até o Reino das Neves, onde apresenta ao rei a rainha a menina e dançam juntos. Fim do 1º Acto.
Acto II
- 2º Ato
No início do 2º acto Clara e o príncipe Quebra-Nozes despedem-se e seguem para o Reino dos Doces pelo Caminho da Limonada, onde pastéis de todos os reinos do mundo dançam com os dois. Depois deste sonho tão mágico e fantástico Clara acorda e percebe que havia sonhado,ficando triste por isso. Deste modo, vai se despedir do padrinho mago, que tinha ido para casa na companhia do sobrinho. Então, para surpresa de Clara, o tal sobrinho é na verdade o príncipe Quebra-Nozes. Assim acaba o 2º Acto.
A Companhia de Dança Ana Unger apresentará o espetáculo 'Quebra Nozes', no Teatro da Paz, de 2 a 6 de dezembro, às 16h30 e 20h, e dias 16 e 17 de dezembro, no mesmo horário, com participação da Orquestra Sinfônica do Theatro da Paz. O ingresso à venda na bilheteria do teatro custa a partir de R$ 10. Informação: (91) 3223-1929.
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Inside parisian subway. In waiting the last train.
J'aime beaucoup cette photo pour le contraste des gens fatigués et assis au dynamisme des personnages de l'affiche.
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Several years ago, my son and I were given a pre-show, back-stage tour before one of Jack's appearances here in Florida as a guest of Mr. Hanna. We were able to hold and pet the visiting baby fennec fox which was a great thrill. (The Ocelot was a different story--we kept our distance!) We always enjoy seeing these lovely little animals again when Mr. Hanna is in town. Jack's daughter, Julie is the handler. Julie works for the Columbus, Ohio Zoo in the Promotions Department as an animal educator and specializes in the care of baby animals.
Fennec foxes are among the most attractive desert mammals. Their most outstanding features are enormous ears, which are up to six inches long. Their ears have the dual purpose of helping track prey while remaining alert to enemies, as well as acting as a radiator to rid their small bodies of excess heat.
* These small canines are only 14 to 16 inches longs, and weigh approximately 3 pounds
* Their fur varies from reddish cream to pale fawn with long, bushy, white or black-tipped tails about 7 inches long
* Fennec foxes are primarily nocturnal whose large, dark eyes provide good night vision
* They have thick hair between their toe pads to move quickly and quietly across sandy surfaces
Fennec foxes live in arid regions of North Africa, the Sinai and Arabian Peninsulas. Primarily found in sandy areas, they usually live in burrows lined with a collection of soft materials such as feathers and bits of fur. The fennec fox is similar in appearance and life-style to the North American kit fox. --background information from livingdesert.org.
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I took a trip to one of Brisbane neighbouring Islands this weekend just gone and rode around on the pushy with my best mate, camera in tow of course. We managed to stumble up on these dead trees, some nice jetties and beautiful beaches! I love little explorations!
A re-visit to these fellas at sunset is a must!
Pnyx (upper terrace). This hill is where the People Assembly (Ekklesia) used to meet, where the great Athenian orators (Themistocles, Pericles, Demosthenes…) addressed the people of Athens.
Sun Moon Lake, situated in Nantou County’s Yuchih Township, in the center of Taiwan, and is the island’s largest lake. It is a beautiful alpine lake, divided by the tiny Lalu Island; the eastern part of the lake is round like the sun and the western side is shaped like a crescent moon, hence the name “Sun Moon Lake”.
日月潭位於台灣本島中央南投縣的魚池鄉，是台灣最大的淡水湖泊，也是最美麗的高山湖泊。潭面以拉魯島為界，東側形如日輪，西側狀如月鉤，故名日月潭。她的美是由山與水所共同交融、創造出來；748.48公尺的中高度海拔，造就日月潭宛如圖畫山水，氤氳水氣及層次分明的山景變化，一景一物皆渾然天成，詩畫般的意境，足以讓人流連忘返。
簡介取自日月潭國家風景區
View on black -- Explore #56
This is not a montage.
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Je rentre chez moi après une journée de boulot déprimante... pas le moral. Je tourne la tête et voilà ce que je vois par ma fenêtre : Le beffroi de l'hôtel de ville de Lille avec un magnifique arc en ciel ! Mère nature nous réserve parfois de petites surprises pour nous remettre de bonne humeur :)
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I came back home after a depressing working day... I was feeling very down. I stared out the window and saw this : the Lille town hall bell tower with this magnificient rainbow ! Sometimes mother nature gives us some good surprises to give us our good mood back :)
Paras Beach Resort is just a short ride from the capital town of Mambajao and a three minute boat ride away from the crystal clear blue waters and white sand beaches of the famous white island.
Source: www.parasbeachresort.com/index.php
Dedicated to my friend Kenneth Paige of Washington
cause everybody knows (shes a femme fatale)
The things she does to please (shes a femme fatale)
Shes just a little tease (shes a femme fatale)
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks
This Emilie Simon en Tim Keegan version is my favorite
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zvsc9KFz96Q
Anyway, after therapy had my hair cut. Needed to
spoil myself a little. I Never go to the hairdresser, maybe twice a year. And now I just wanted the splitted ends cut, but the hairdresser said that it would be nice to also dye it and make it more white (now it was from top: Yellow, White, Yellow, White, Whiter because I always dye it myself). I'm very very pleased with it! She made it very straight, which is so much different then I'm used to! But I love it! Hope I can do it like this myself. I feel like a whole different woman. Kinda femme fatale :)
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Tutta la pianta dell'oleandro (Nerium oleander) è mortale, perchè contiene cianuro, non solo i semi.
Se ne mangi solo uno, al massimo stai solo un pò male... ma più di uno ti rischi di avvelenarti, provocando il soffocamente a livello cellulare.
Pensa che usando il legno dell'oleandro, per fare la carne allo spiedo, rischi un'intossicazione mortale.
Vuoi la prova della tossicità della pianta? Prendi un fiore, o una foglia... stropicciala con le dita, e sentirai odore di mandola. Quell'odore è dato dai composti contenenti cianuro.
We might have walked together here
Angry, you stayed in the car
You hated to admit it
That you couldn't walk that far
You googled "Diabetes"
So insulin might bring you back
But it was just the alcohol
On the attack
I look back on our years gone by
You were dying by degrees
Peripheral neuralgia
From your toes up to your knees
And you chose to keep on drinking
Not to hear my anxious pleas
Although I sit alone here now
Your body buried deep
I carry you within me
Like a treasure I can keep
When I fill up with sadness
As I do at times each day
There's no despair or desolation
Love will never go away
This song by Eva Cassidy says so much so well. I cannot believe how loved and held I feel by Gilli. She may be gone, but the love in her eyes shines through her picture on my screen with all the power of life itself. www.youtube.com/watch?v=ISipJs6I1w4
Ranked #10 of about 508,000 for peripheral neuralgia.
This morning, seeing my stuff appearing on front page Google I explored further into peripheral neuropathy. It seems alcohol is sometimes used peripherally to tackle the pain. There is also a connection with lupus,which has been investigated around her sister's symptoms. There is clearly a strong family connection here. Her father has had trigeminal neuropathy most of his life. I had it myself briefly.
With Gilly, the peripheral disease may have been alcohol caused but it is very chicken and egg. The disturbance of the central nervous system as in the epilepsy seem much less likely to be caused by the alcohol. In fact, I think it is much more likely that the heavy drinking relates to her attempts to calm her brain, which was always too fast. The effects of alcohol as a CNS are well known.
Dr Blake described Gill as a self destructive person. I just cannot square that with her wonderful work as a teacher and her deep love for me, the boys and people in general.
i took this shot in snowdonia in a place called cwm idwal it was the first national reserve in snowdonia which is in north wales this is a hdr image view large View On Black
Looking down at Uniontown Pa.
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I recently visited Morro Bay , specifically Morro strait a section of beach that words can barely descibe. Kids, dogs, and coulples just walking along this beach cannot help but be awestruck by the immense size of the rock and the atmosphere it seems to generate. The waves lap along the shore and the sun seems to just hover and play with the outline of the rock. Here is the series of shot I took this day as the sun slowly went down.
a must see for anyone visiting pismo beach or highway 1 on the California coastline. PS the riders of these horses asked me to post this as they said "they have no shots of them riding on this beach" I hope this finds you well.
Brønden. View On Black
- A prism of words, for the lucky who reads Neruda in spanish …
Poema El pozo
de Pablo Neruda
A veces te hundes, caes
en tu agujero de silencio,
en tu abismo de cólera orgullosa,
y apenas puedes
volver, aún con jirones
de lo que hallaste
en la profundidad de tu existencia.
Amor mío, qué encuentras
en tu pozo cerrado?
Algas, ciénagas, rocas?
Qué ves con ojos ciegos,
rencorosa y herida?
Mi vida, no hallarás
en el pozo en que caes
lo que yo guardo para ti en la altura:
un ramo de jazmines con rocío,
un beso más profundo que tu abismo.
No me temas, no caigas
en tu rencor de nuevo.
Sacude la palabra mía que vino a herirte
y déjala que vuele por la ventana abierta.
Ella volverá a herirme
sin que tú la dirijas
puesto que fue cargada con un instante duro
y ese instante será desarmado en mi pecho.
Sonríeme radiosa
si mi boca te hiere.
No soy un pastor dulce
como en los cuentos de hadas,
sino un buen leñador que comparte contigo
tierra, viento y espinas de los montes.
Ámame tú, sonríeme,
ayúdame a ser bueno.
No te hieras en mí, que será inútil,
no me hieras a mi porque te hieres.
...
Mother, mother
Everybody thinks we're wrong
Oh, but who are they to judge us
Simply because our hair is long
Oh, you know we've got to find a way
To bring some understanding here today
Picket lines and picket signs
Don't punish me with brutality
Come on talk to me
So you can see
What's going on
What's going on
Tell me what's going on
I'll tell you ya, what's going on
Right on, baby
...
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1. 29 across, 2. 29 across (precision design), 3. 29 across (floral version), 4. 29 across (warped version)
Created with fd's Flickr Toys.
Sometimes I wonder where I am going to go with all this photography malarkey at the end of the day. I am very lucky, in that I have an audience of great people on here who are willing to read and look at what I have to say, so it makes sense for me to say something worth reading, right?
Lately I've been wondering alot about art, mostly modern, and what it actually says about anything. I get so frustrated when I see a piece of modern "art" and all it is is a load of dots that I'm sure I have as wallpaper somewhere. When I develop my photos more I want to be able to say something through them. I love banksy because his concepts are clear and well thought out, he has something to say and he says it. I hope I can be like that one day. Even if I was struggling to make enough money and no one wanted to hire me, I'd be satisfied in that my work had a purpose and wasn't pure crap passed off as "art". Fingers crossed by audience will hang around and want to see it ;)
"Never in the field of human history has so much been used by so many to say so little" - Banksy on modern art (my favourite quote!)
Blog! for a before and after of this shot :) and a big fat update in general
Cámara: Nikon E4600
Exposición: 0,003 sec (2/609)
Aperture: f/5,6
Lente: 8,4 mm
Velocidad ISO: 50
(83) Explore # 67 Dec 29, 2008
This is actually my Aunt and Uncle's back yard. I took the image on a trip
to Oregon. Nearly all of Western Oregon is forested except where they have
logged. Log cabin homes sit amongst the trees and the green grass. It
would be heaven if not for all the rain. Oregon is quite wet compared to my
home state of California. Typically the underbrush in this area would be
so dense you could not walk through it but my aunt had the land cleared and
the meadow grass grew in naturally. You can still see the dense blackberry shrubs in theback. Blackberry plants have taken over much of Oregon and you find them
growing throughout the state. I think I hear that the plant was not native
and the state was under efforts to reduce the amount of wild blackberries.
Visit in the fall and you will have all you could possibly eat. If you are
from or plan to pass though California, plan on having them confiscated at
the state border unless you have them canned.
-Darv
© Darvin Atkeson
California Photographer
Taken in Oregon
Sorry for a crappy face shot. I was really busy today and by the time I was 1/3 done with my work it was nightime...
I'm pretty much started to hate what I'm doing, I'm irritable, I'm getting catty, I'm getting overly defensive. I sleep everywhere I go (I swear, even when I'm eating I can fall asleep)
I feel that ever since I entered this school I've changed for the worse. It makes you a more fucked up person. You got through so much shit, stress and drama that sometimes you change into the person you hate without really realizing it. ,
I used to love getting critique, my teachers used to say that they never met a student more willing to listen to criticism. But after I entered design school it started to irritate me. Well, depending on how the critique was phrased.
Sometimes critique sounds very rude and tactless. I've gone through harsh and at times, unreasonable critiques from lecturers.
Sometimes what they're saying is just "That's ugly, please re-do it." but they have to put you through at least 5 minutes of how ugly they think it is, and in front of the whole class. They don't even tell you how you can work on it to improve.
I'm so sick of this place, we work nearly 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, it changes you, it warps you into someone you don't want to be, now I finally understand why so many of my schoolmates quit.
1. You change (for the worse). 2. You get constantly backstabbed and bitched about. 3. You face unreasonable lecturers. 4. Your skin turns bad, you develop eye bags, you feel tired all the time 5. You don't get enough time to sleep, rest etc.
And yet all your hardwork doesn't ensure that you'll get a good grade because after all that hard work you can be just put down in front of the class.
3 more days of torture. Then freedom for a short while.
I can't wait.
My entry for Round 2 of The Tourney.
My category was: Possibly one of the strangest and most dangerous semi-sentient creatures in the lands, fire trolls are known to live deep underground near lava reservoirs; their unnaturally heat-resistant skin allows them to survive the high temperatures found there. Another strange feature is their ability to breath fire; this is thanks to a liquid they spray from glands in their mouths. This liquid is incredibly valuable as it is used to make Enalican Fire. Your character’s job is to hunt down one of these trolls and harvest the liquid. While an underground scene is encouraged, it is not required.
My guild is the Archdukes of Chaa-Buk-Buk, and my opponent is LegoFin. Good Luck!
As you may be able to see, I did not have time for a scene. I did, however, have time for a quite massive troll (by my standards, at least). My main focus was on articulation: I included joints at the ankles, knees, hips, waist, neck, elbow, and two joints per finger. The shoulders have two different joints to allow for three directions of rotation. As such, this figure is very pose-able. Most of my time was spent on the head, which took me three hours to get right.
My apologies for the bad pictures. They were taken at the last minute to make the deadline. I may be retaking them next weekend.
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The church was built on the site, around the year 600AD the present church is mostly of around 1500, but there are said to be signs of a much earlier, perhaps 8th century building here. Dendrochronological dating suggests a felling date of 1502-1530 for the roof timbers.
wall paintings that can be seen today, are post- mediaeval.Most impressive is the "memento mori", the figure of Death, on the west wall, rediscovered in 2003. It shows a traditional skeletal figure holding a scythe and standing over a grave in which a skull and bones can be seen. It was probably painted in the 16th or 17th century. the upper portion was cut away, presumably when a gallery was built against the west wall.
a very rare survival is the wooden double horse- bier . these were used in the mountainous regions of Wales and Scotland, for the easier transportation of the dead from remote farms , for burial. this one continued in use here into the 20th century.(dates back to the seventeen hundreds)
In the period from 1618 , over 2500 burials are recorded in the small patch of ground. today there are 270 gravestones . only a few burials took place after 1842.the oldest surviving legible stone is marked "KO1696 "
Abram Wood, the gypsy king, was buried here in 1799.
the church stands on a cliff, some 1300 feet above the sea, at the foot of Cefn Bodgadfan overlooking Cardigan Bay.
today the church has one service per month.
Hdr image from 5 raw`s ,photomatix , cs3 ,orton.
Have a party to go to tomorrow night, this is the invite:
[We are having a little party to celebrate the re-publication of...]
** SKY PIRATES...
** DRAGon LadIES...
** RazoR GirLS...
** Prim SmuggLERS...
** AndROID SlaVERS...
** And a FEW
JUST plain
F R E A K S.
CHARACTER & COSTUME
WE expect YOU to come in character of course...
but in the 'ZONE, character... CHARACTER?
... well, it is a matter of intensity, not form.
And if you are still mystified, read the accompanying history, in this loooooong, involved, tedious note.
Above is what I came up with, below are the details.
Style Card:
Hair: .+*Inem*+.Silver [MS]
Skin: ND/MD Galaxia masked skin
Ears: .: Black Heart :. Cyber Neko Ear I Blue Preset
Tail: .: Black Heart :. Iron Scorpio Tail ((Modded to invis the scorpian stinger))
Bracers: .: Black Heart :. Solaris Patrol Forearm I
Dress: *League* Scoop! Dark Grey/Black
Boots: Blaze* Stiletto Boots - Black
Shape: Alady
Model: Bianca Bender