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I've chosen to feature this castle in sepia to emphasize its history, its place in a bygone age and above all, its sense of mystery and yes, even romance.
"The castles which are today such an unmistakable feature of the Rhein landscape date back to the Middle Ages. Their founders were feudal overloards, who, so far from cherishing any romantic notions, built them with one simple aim in mind: to protect their lands from marauders and predatory neighbours. They chose mountain-tops as strategically ideal situations, and we today, looking back through the haze of ninteenth-century medievalism, are still often prone to see them as objects of mystery and splendour, forgetting the warlike function for which they were built and the back-breaking labour of the feudal serfs, whom we must presume to have been forcibly employed in quarring the huge stone blocks and dragging them up the mountain slopes.
Since Roman times the Rhein valley has been a line of communication of vital strategic importance. In the Middle Ages the German emperors used it for their frequent progresses into Italy, and rich merchants sent their goods to and fro along it. Obviously anyone owning a castle overlooking the valley was in a powerful position, since he was able to survey and regulate the flow of traffic across his particular territory and levy tolls on merchants. This accounts for the large number of castles along the Rhein from Mainz to Bonn, particularly in the narrow gorge connecting Bingen and Koblenz. Along this stretch of river, which has a length of only thirty-five miles, there are more castles than in any other river valley in the world. "
Text Taken from:
Castles On The Rhein by Dr Walther Ottendorf-Simrock
2nd Edition Wilelm Stollfus Verlag Bonn
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playing with texture 4 (texture layer from Neil Cowley...thank you)
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Link to the original photo:
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I have to say that being at the top of this Iron Age Hill Fort at dawn with the hill fog all around, was something of a spiritual experience. I could hear no traffic, just the hoot of a barn owl now and again, a few sheep in the pasture far below and my own breathing. In these conditions there is a real "atmosphere".
It seemed a desolate spot - it must have been quite a harsh place to live in winter. I would certainly not want to have been either defending or attacking it!
After a about 20 minutes of frantically trying to get some photos out of this location before the mist took over, I just stopped and listened; and listened; and listened. It is not often that we get to hear "almost nothing". But it's funny - in those few moments when you do, you can "see" so much.
When I was shooting this, my friend said he could see what I'll make of it.... I hope this doesn't fall short of what he expected me to do...
and BTW, for those of you who have been unfortunate enough to see the previous upload, this is the storm that I was talking about.. hehe... :P :D
This is going straight to my portfolio coz this defines me as a photographer and the kind of work I like.
Hope you all like this....
And yes, I'm so touched by all your comments/faves/views on my stream, I read them over and over again inspite of the training that has me running most of the time....
I dedicate this to Ambuj Bhaiya, the one who believed in me so much that he bought and sent me the SLR that I wanted from Japan (My KissX2) inspite of me repeatedly saying "No, That'll be too much." and to Papa, who said, "Go, touch your dream. I'll take care."
I could have done this at the time when I posted my first shot from the SLR. But I was waiting for The photograph that could do what it was supposed to.
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El río Urumea (del euskera, ur, «agua», y mehea, «fina») nace en el puerto de Ezcurra (Navarra), en uno de los lugares más lluviosos de España y desemboca en San Sebastián.
En su recorrido desciende por un valle estrecho y hondo hasta Goizueta. Recibe al Añarbe discurriendo en rápida pendiente a partir de Artikutza, atraviesa los núcleos de Pagoaga y Pikoaga hasta llegar a Hernani. Prosigue por Astigarraga, Martutene, Loyola, separa a Eguía y Gros de Amara y centro de San Sebastián, para desembocar en el Mar Cantábrico entre el Monte Urgull y la playa de la Zurriola. Su cuenca es de solamente 229 km² y tiene 40 km de longitud.
La forma actual de la desembocadura es muy diferente a la de otros tiempos. Entonces era muy ancha, entre los montes Ulía e Igeldo, Urgull era solo un islote que salía en el centro y las aguas discurrían por gran parte del actual Gros y la totalidad de Amara nuevo, formando marismas y terrenos pantanosos.
El río Urumea suele registrar las mayores crecidas en otoño y a principios del invierno , produciéndose ocasionalmente algunas inundaciones en Hernani , Astigarraga y en el barrio donostiarra de Martutene. Al tener una cuenca pequeña y pocos km de recorrido su caudal puede variar de forma rápida, puede subir su nivel en pocas horas y si en unos cuántos días no se producen precipitaciones éste puede descender considerablemente.
View On Black - Vista en grande
"Sé que voy a quererte sin preguntas
sé que vas a quererme sin respuestas".
Mario Benedetti.
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Música : Eres para mi la más bella del mundo
Sabes que para todos no serás el mundo
Pero siempre habrá alguien que para él o ella seas todo su mundo,…
El centro de su universo…
Aquél o aquella que sentirás que te mima y cuida
Que te hará sentir especial y diferente….
Distinto o distinta…..único…única.
Y que te exhibirá orgulloso u orgullosa de ti ante todos...
Y , de repente…
Nos hará sentir ser el más bello centro del bouquet de su vida
Y sin necesidad de preguntas...
Sin necesidad de respuestas.…
Así nos querremos, también,...Tú y Yo.
María.-
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View On Black / / / / / / // View On White
take a look to bart two bart 2
Make a wish
It's up to you
find the 'strenth' inside
then watch your dreams come true
you don't need a shooting star
the magic's right there in your heart heart
Close your eyes
B e l i e v e
and . .
make a wish
~*~
when day time ,turns to night
When the moon ..shines bright
when You're
tuched in tight
when
everything's all right
silp softly to that place
where secret thoughts run FREE ..
And there come
face to face
with who you , ,
want to be
So ,, swim accross the ocean blue
Fly a cocket to the moon
you can changr your life
Or
you can change the World
Take a chance
Don't be afraid ~
Life is yours to " live "
Take a chance
And then the best is yet to come
Make a wish
It's up to you
find the 'strenth' inside
the watch your dreams come true
you don't need a shooting star
a shooting star
the magic's right there in your heart
Close your eyes
B e l i e v e
and ..
make a wish
:)
Se encuentra situado en una colina, y a sus pies pasa el río Matarraña. Rodeado de altas montañas y de pinares. Una de estas elevaciones es Peña Aznar o La Caixa, con forma de mesa (1014 m.). De entre los elementos que definen el paisaje de Valderrobres, pocos son tan característicos como esta roca con forma de antigua caja de caudales, visible desde casi cualquier punto del territorio. La historia asociada a ella es asombrosamente antigua. Restos encontrados en la cima, nos dicen que ya era conocida en tiempos de los iberos, pero su importancia como elemento definitorio empieza en tiempos de la dominación musulmana, cuando algunas fuentes empiezan a asociarla con el Conde Aznar Galindo, fundador del condado de Aragón. según parece, él mismo, o más posiblemente alguno de sus continuadores toma “la caixa” como punto estratégico desde el que dirigir sus ataques a las posiciones musulmanas. Desde entonces será conocida como peña de Aznar Lagaya, siendo este último termino una deformación del vocablo medieval que definía precisamente una caja. Acabada la reconquista, Alfonso II en su documento de donación al arzobispado de Zaragoza, llama al valle en el que hoy se asienta Valderrobres “Valle de la peña Aznar lagaia” definiendo con ella todo el territorio. En los siglos posteriores, La Caixa ha ido acumulando leyendas e historias a su alrededor y ha sido desde refugio de pastores hasta objeto de culto pagano, llegando hasta el presente y siendo el mejor testimonio de las raíces más antiguas de Valderrobres y también de Beceite, municipio vecino, que comparte la mitad de la peña con el municipio valderrobrense.
Se entra al casco antiguo por un puente gótico sobre el Matarraña, Difícilmente podría Valderrobres tener una entrada más espectacular que la que le brinda el impresionante puente medieval y el portal de San Roque. Pieza fundamental de su arquitectura e imagen perfectamente reconocible allí donde se mencione el pueblo. La construcción del puente parece estar asociada a la de sus murallas, así que podríamos fechar el inicio de las obras para construir el mismo en torno a 1390, con la petición que el arzobispo Garcia fernandez de Heredia hace ante Juan I para construir dichas fortificaciones. Mucho más difícil seria afirmar con seguridad la fecha de su conclusión, seguramente a principios del siglo XV y estando Valderrobres bajo la prelatura de Dalmao de Mur responsable también de las plantas más altas de nuestro castillo. Se trata de un puente completamente medieval, de cuatro agujeros, extremadamente sólido y provisto de tajamares en forma de cuña pensados para protegerlo de fuertes riadas y evitar la acumulación de troncos. En el siglo XVI se asienta sobre su último tramo el ayuntamiento, modificando por tanto el aspecto del puente en su tramo final al conectar con la plaza. El puente atraviesa la antigua puerta principal de acceso al recinto amurallado. A finales del siglo XVI este portal fue consagrado a San Roque, protector ante las epidemias y Patrón de la población, quedando hoy en día como uno de los portales mejor conservados de todo el conjunto.
Shot with my very nifty 50mm F1.4. Has to be the best lens purchase I have ever made.
The difference between whether you say, 'I wish I would have,' or 'I'm glad I did,' at the end of your life is whether or not you take DECISIVE ACTION during your life.
Chris Widener
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Between 6th and 7th Street there is a small area that is infested with drug dealers and gang members. I was told many times not to walk in that area. You think I listened? Well, whilst in that area I came across this man. He has caused quite a commotion amongst you. It was a hot day…brilliant sunshine but he was sat in the shade….back resting against a wall. I approached and asked if he minded me sitting next to him for a while. He said no…so I parked my ass down on the curbside. He asked me what I was doing with my cameras and I explained I was a crazy Englishman who didn’t value his life. He laughed of course, which was beautiful to see because I have never seen a face as sad in all my life. I gave him a cigarette. In fact I gave him the whole pack. I went on to explain how I took pictures of homeless people and shared them online. He smiled again. I wondered what I said that was so funny. He went on to explain that there are MANY photographers who go down to that area but in the majority of cases they hang their lenses out of the car window and never get out. “That’s fucking wrong” he retorted. I nodded my head and asked would he mind me taking his picture. “Of course not…you asked” he replied.
We talked some more. Mostly about shit that doesn’t matter but for those few hours or so…it kinda did….you know….
View On Black or, maybe
After a kind suggestion of my dear friend Hendrik www.flickr.com/photos/hndrk/
I realised that the proper soundtrack of this image is any song of the mytical and fantastic White Album of The Beatles
audio
video
Watch it here... ♫♫
and here... ♫♫
and here... ♫♫ =)
Con una rosa hai detto
vienimi a cercare
tutta la sera io resterò da sola
io per te..
muoio per te..
con una rosa sono venuto a te
bianca come le nuvole di lontano
come la notte amara passata invano
come la schiuma che sopra il mare spuma
bianca non è la rosa che porto a te
gialla come la febbre che mi consuma
come il liquore che strega le parole
come il veleno che stilla dal tuo seno
gialla non è la rosa che porto a te
sospirano nell'aria le rose spirano
petalo a petalo mostrano il color
ma il fiore che da solo cresce nel rovo
rosso non è l'amore
bianco non è il dolore
il fiore solo è il dono che porto a te
rosa come un romanzo di poca cosa
come la resa che affiora sopra al viso
come l'attesa che sulle labbra pesa
rosa non è la rosa che porto a te
come la porpora che infiamma il mattino
come la lama che scalda il tuo cuscino
come la spina che al cuore si avvicina
rossa così è la rosa che porto a te
lacrime di cristallo l'hanno bagnata
lacrime e vino versate nel cammino
goccia su goccia, perdute nella pioggia
goccia su goccia le hanno asciugato il cuor
portami allora portami il più bel fiore
quello che duri più dell'amor per sé
il fiore che da solo non specchia il rovo
perfetto dal suo cuore
perfetto dal dolore
perfetto dal dono che fa di sé
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IT WAS DARK AND SCARY.. THEY CAME OUT OF NOWHERE... Yikes...
it is October 31st.. they will be out tonight.. so beware.. IT'S HALLOWEEN AND THERE ARE BATS IN SIAM PARAGON... YES..
This is the proof and the second of the series.... I had my trusty old d300 set on B/W and voila or bingo I captured this instant BAT frenzy.. then ran for my dear life i had all the security personel on my back.. cannot shoot cannot shoot..
I said no not shooting only taking picture with a dumb look pn my face as I casually walked away..and blended sort of with the masses..lol
HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERY ONE.. AND A GREAT WEEKEND TOO.:-)
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Fallait bien mettre en evidence Halloween meme ici en Thailande ou on y comprend que dalle.. mais ou on s'amuse quand meme.. Donc deuxieme de la serie.. Prise a Siam Paragon semaine derniere au cours des preparatifs pour aujourd'hui.. Voila.. Bon weekend a toutes et a tous..
JOYEUX HALLOWEEN AT SUPER WEEKEND (FIN DE SEMAINE) :-)
Oeschinensee near Kandersteg, Switzerland
Oeschinen Lake is a lake in the Bernese Oberland, Switzerland, 4 kilometres east of Kandersteg in the Oeschinen valley. At an elevation of 1,578 metres (5,177 ft), it has a surface area of 1.1147 square kilometres (0.4304 sq mi). Its maximum depth is 56 metres (184 ft).
The lake is fed through a series of mountain creeks and drains underground. The water then re-surfaces as the Oeschibach. Part of it is captured for electricity production and as water supply for Kandersteg.
After a few posts from other parts of Brazil, I am continually drawn back to my favorite location there, Iguazu Falls. The name "Iguazu" comes from the Guarani or Tupi words y [ɨ], meaning "water", and ûasú [waˈsu], meaning "big". wiki That said, I'd be hard pressed to not call this place "land of the waterfalls" or "terra das cachoeiras".
This is a 6 shot vertical pano (w/reverse ND Grad) taken 10 mins. prior to and up stream from this post. With the nice light, I was really hoping this pano would turn out. You can see all of the mist, so I was kept busy wiping off the lens in between shots. I couldn't get Photoshop to stitch these together, so after numerous tries I went a different route and am very glad I was able to salvage it.
Thanks for looking!
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Comments and constructive criticism always appreciated.
Once upon a time, three little girls lived in a cottage in the middle of the woods while their parents went on a business trip.
Goldilocks, Whiteylocks and Hazelocks.
You have most probably read about Goldilocks's story before, but have you heard of what happens next?
After Goldilocks fled from the home of the 3 bears, she was angry and humiliated, being the spoiled little girl she was, she felt that she had done no wrong. She vowed to get them back somehow, some day.
One early morning, Goldilock's youngest sister Hazelocks barged into her room excitedly announcing that a baby bear was in their kitchen. Hazelocks had medium length brown hair, she was tomboyish and did not act like a proper lady, she also had certain strange sadistic habits and was fascinated with torturing insects.
Goldilocks was delighted when she rushed to the kitchen and saw the familiar bear, although it had messed up the kitchen and was even stealing oatmeal from one of their bowls. Hazelocks started jumping around in excitement, and Goldilocks started formulating a plan.
Goldilocks was vain, arrogant and as aforementioned, terribly spoiled. She wanted a fur coat, her parents had promised to buy her one but their business trip was taking forever. She came up with a stupid and cruel plan, she wanted to skin the bear and use the baby bear's fur for a coat.
She told her sister who happily agreed that she would help Goldilocks with any "bloody disgusting" jobs when they skinned the bear. She was as excited as her sister and because of her warped mind, she enjoyed seeing any living organism suffer, except for herself or her family members.
Just then, Goldilock's 2nd sister, Whiteylocks (the middle child) rushed in and in her gentle persuasive tone, tried to stop her sisters from such acts of cruelty against animals. Whiteylocks was demure, gentle, well-mannered and she loved animals. Like all sickeningly sweet fairy tale princesses, she was adored by everyone but her eldest sister who was jealous of her.
Ignoring Whiteylocks, Goldilocks and Hazelocks were still bent on carrying out their plans. Advancing towards the bear cub with a knife, Hazelocks had a murderous look in her eyes as she raised the sharp deadly object.
The bear cub sensed danger and started squealing and calling for its mother in its own bear-speak that none of the three girls understood.
Just then, the girls heard a growl and charging with miraculous speed for an animal so large, the mother bear jumped through the window and continued growling menacingly at the three girls while protectively defending her baby cub.
She recognized Goldilocks as the intruder to her home and roared with anger, firstly, she had stolen their food, ruined their furniture and slept in her baby's bed and now, she wanted to hurt her baby.
Goldilocks and her sisters were already cornered, in her fury, the mother ripped Goldilocks apart and that sent her other 2 sisters screaming and crying, running for their lives. The mother bear turned to chase Hazelocks whom she had seen holding the knife and tore her into shreds. Whiteylocks being well read knew that there were 2 ways to escape a bear,
1. Climb a tree
2. Act dead
and since there was no tree in the house, she sprawled on the floor, trying to hold her breath and keep her calm, faking death. But the mother bear did not hurt her, she and her baby cub left the house which had been so clean a few minutes ago. (In comparison to it's current state the messed up kitchen would have been considered "clean")
Whiteylocks stared at her sister's dead bodies, or rather, what was left of them, and froze, her already semi-white hair turned whiter from shock into a pure white, her naturally pale skin paled further and her large eyes remained opened to the fullest, she couldn't stop shaking, she couldn't talk, she sat there in the house in the same position for days.
Eventually when the parents of the three girls returned, they were shocked to see the blood and the torn up bodies.
Whiteylocks was also dead. She sat in the same position, wrapping her arms around her own body. She had died from the lack of water and food.
And that was the sad end of the three little girls who lived in the cottage in the middle of the woods.
credits: Little-Crow-Stock
for the bear
and
Drezdany-stocks for the garden.
This is a photo you probably already know...i only changed the date so i can write some more...I'm at my grandma's and i don't have any good pix on this computer so...
I feel like i have to thank you all! All my contacts, all my friends, everyone who commented on my work! THANK YOU!!! You are all so great! I wanted to tell you how much i love your streams, your photos!
Peter and his creativity, can make art from anything! :)
MV, you're so talented and beautiful...your portrets are the best on flickr, for shure! =)
Laure, you know how to express your feelings through your photos so well! :)
Mika, I enjoy rerading your e-mails so much! I'm glad we read the sae books, hehe! :)
Noe, your work is absolutely stunning! i just love your portraits so much! Guadalupe is adorable!:)
Kenrick, i miss your original style, i hope you will keep posting soon! :)
Trev, your cat is adorable, i love the photos you take! Hope you keep it up! :)
Well..I think this should be a big hug for you guys! Thank you for all your supporting words and for standing my awful writing style! :D
EXPLORE # 8 - EXPLORE. Thank You very much!
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The river in shallows murmured and chattered,
In deep pools, sighing, swishing, and swirling.
The sun blazing down on great patches of gold.
The Gorse bushes popping, their seed pods exploding.
While the Broom gently swayed, wafting its perfume
On the delicate touch of the breeze from the river.
Nature could not have been kinder
That day, as we walked in its splendour.
We shyly held hands - it was our first meeting.
Then we sat on the grass in quiet conversation.
Long pauses, deep sighs, then trickles of words,
Nervous laughs, like the sounds of the river
As it flowed past our feet.
We turned to each other with lips slightly pouting,
Both of us nervous of that very first kiss.
Our lips barely touched, like a butterfly flutter,
Or was it a puff from the wind on the river?
Your sweet tiny face seemed mounted in gold,
Eyes open wide and Kingfisher blue.
New love, young love, needs time to mature,
But we drifted apart, then found love once again.
True love, mature love, but not with each other.
Yet still the Broom, its perfume heart stopping,
And the Golden Gorse goes on pleasing,
Down by the river, for other lovers walking,
Just as it did when we were so young.
(David Lewis)
Lutry, my favourite village (actually, it's the most beautiful of Switzerland - in my view), my favourite iron bridge, being populated by a couple in love, a mother with her three children (!!), and underneath neatly arranged a few ducks and water birds... All this gently decorated and framed with the last leaves of a large tree.
The small river is leading here into Lac Léman (Lake Leman or Lake Geneva) which again has EVERYTHING, sandy and pebbly beaches, benches, rocks and the most clear and wonderful (and often cold) water... - and NOW let me go back to my day dreams!:)
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Lisboa, 30/04/2011
With the company of mister Nelson Bolinhas.
Despite the bad weather, we decided to shoot another sunrise, to remember how good it feels to wake up at 5:00 ...
The aim was to repeat the visit to the piers in Povoa de Santa Iria, but after an attack of thousands of mosquitoes we decided to look elsewhere, and we went to this place never after photographed.
The weather was bad, the colors and the sun didn't appeared and this was my last record already in the rain.
Apesar do mau tempo, decidimos fazer mais um nascer do dia, para recordar como é bom acordar às 5:00...
O objectivo era repetir a visita ao cais palafítico da Póvoa de Santa Iria, mas depois de uma ataque de milhares de melgas decidimos procurar outras paragens, e fomos até este sitio muito pouco fotografado.
O tempo estava mau, as cores e sol não apareceram e este foi o meu último registo já debaixo de chuva.
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Petit coin sympathique découvert avec Yoann hier après midi accessible à marée basse après une petite marche sur la plage précédente. Cette plage est bordée de très grands palétuviers et le sable recouvert par endroits de feuilles mortes. Quand nous sommes arrivés, le soleil passait déjà sous l'horizon, il a fallut trouver rapidement des éléments de composition (en évitant de se faire piquer par une escadrille de taons :-). Rémire-montjoly (Guyane française) le 20 novembre 2008, route des plages à l'embouchure du fleuve le Mahury.
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Sympathetic spot discovered with Yoann yesterday afternoon accessible to low tide after a small walk on the preceding beach. This range is bordered with very high mangroves trees and the sand covered by places with black leaves. When we arrived, the sun was nearly below the horizon, we had to quickly find elements of composition (while avoiding being bitten by a group of horseflies :-). Rémire-montjoly (French Guiana) on November 20, 2008, road of the beaches to the mouth of the river Mahury.
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Canon EF 17-40 f/4 L (21mm@f/14) | ISO 50 | 30 sec. | Singh-Ray reversed GND3 filter | Lee ND6 filter | Lee ∅105mm Polarizer filter | PP in Aperture/CS4: cleaning, contrast, saturation, sharpening (maybe a way too much :-).This is not a composite nor a HDR image.
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Explore #1, thank you !
A circa 15 mesi dal trasferimento del ramo d'azienda da Gemini S.I. S.p.A. alla Libeccio S.r.L. (successivamente gruppo OMEGA S.p.A.) e dalla nascita della società Video On Line 2 S.r.L. si presenta nuovamente, per uno tra i più grandi Call-Center del cagliaritano, la quinta crisi societaria capace di mettere a repentaglio il posto di lavoro di circa 500 famiglie sarde.
Le vicende della Libeccio (amministratore unico Claudio Marcello Massa, Procuratore Salvatore Riccardo Cammalleri), e del gruppo Omega rischia di travolgere la società Video On Line 2.0 con sede a Cagliari in via Montecassino, polo di eccellenza sardo nel settore dei “servizi di qualità” alle imprese.
Quanto è accaduto a più di 9000 lavoratori e lavoratrici di aziende del gruppo Omega: Agile , Phonemedia, RAF S.p.A., Soft4Web e Multimedia Planet, toccherà presto anche all’azienda cagliaritana che con i suoi 500 dipendenti gestisce l’assistenza tecnica per i clienti di Telecom Italia ed IPSOA.
La vertenza VOL2 riguarda lavoratori che operano per Telecom Italia da più di 14 anni, i quali con l’elevata professionalità riconosciuta dalla stessa Telecom Italia, oltre che dalla clientela 187 e Business, garantiscono al committente standard di qualità e professionalità superiori alla media.
I lavoratori di Via Montecassino a Cagliari vivono, nuovamente, da mesi con la costante preoccupazione che l’azienda fallisca e con essa i posti di lavoro su cui 500 famiglie sarde hanno costruito il proprio futuro.
It is in the municipal area of El Port de la Selva in the province of Girona, Catalonia. It has been constructed in the side of the Verdera mountain below the ruins of the castle of Sant de Verdera that had provided protection for the monastery. It offers an exceptional views over the bay of Llançà, to the north of Cap de Creus. Near the monastery Santa Creu de Rodes is the ruins of a medieval town, of which its preRomanesque style church is the only remains dedicated to Saint Helena.
The true origin of the monastery is not known, which has given rise to speculation and legend; such as its foundation by monks who disembarked in the area with the remains of Saint Peter and other saints, to save them from the Barbarian hordes that had fallen on Rome. Once the danger had passed the Pope Boniface IV commanded them to construct a monastery.The first documentation of the existence of the monastery dates 878, it being mentioned as a simple monastery cell consecrated to Saint Peter, but it is not until 945 when an independent Benedictine monastery was founded, prevailed over by an abbot. Bound to the County of Empúries it reached its maximum splendor between the XI and XII centuries until its final decay in 17th century. Its increasing importance is reflected in its status as a point of pilgrimage.
In the 17th Century XVII it was sacked in several occasions and in 1793 was deserted by the benedictine community which was transferred to Vila-sacred and finally settled in Figueres in 1809 until it was dissolved.The monastery was declared a national monument in 1930. In 1935 the Generalitat of Catalonia initiated the first restoration work. The buildings are constructed in terraces, given its location. Cloisters of XII century form the central part of the complex. Around them the rest of constructions are distributed. The Church, consecrated in the year 1022, is the best exponent of the Romanesque style and without comparison with others of its time. Detailing features plants with three bays and a vault. These are bordered by a double column with capitals influenced by the Carolingian Style. The double column support arches separating the bays. The columns and pillars have been taken from a former Roman building. The bay is splendid with large dimensions with an arch in the apse, this is continued in the two lateral bays. Under the apse is a crypt. The church synthesizes a number of original styles including Carolingian, Romanesque and Roman. The monastery is considered one of the best examples of Romanesque architecture in Catalonia. In the western facade of the monastery is a XII Century bell tower, a square shape it is influenced by the lombards from the previous century. To the side is a defensive tower, that was probably began in the X Century but finished later after several modifications.
This is Fluorite from Dal'negorsk (Дальнегорск), Russia at the Tucson Gem & Mineral Show.
www.mindat.org/locentries.php?p=2635&m=1576
A famous mining region centered on the city of Dalnegorsk in eastern Russia, 300 km northeast of Vladivostok. The name "Tetyukhe" or "Tetjuche" (meaning "valley of the wild pigs") is the old Chinese name for Dalnegorsk and can be encountered on a few old mineral labels.
The Verkhnee deposit was first developed in 1912. Boron mineralization was prospected in 1945.
The region comprises 9 different deposits.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fluorite
"Fluorite (also called fluorspar) is the mineral form of calcium fluoride, CaF2. It belongs to the halide minerals. It crystallizes in isometric cubic habit, although octahedral and more complex isometric forms are not uncommon.
Pure fluorite is colourless and transparent, both in visible and ultraviolet light, but impurities usually make it a colorful mineral and the stone has ornamental and lapidary uses. Industrially, fluorite is used as a flux for smelting, and in the production of certain glasses and enamels. The purest grades of fluorite are a source of fluoride for hydrofluoric acid manufacture, which is the intermediate source of most fluorine-containing fine chemicals. Optically clear transparent fluorite has anomalous partial dispersion, that is, its refractive index varies with the wavelength of light in a manner that differs from that of commonly used glasses, so fluorite is useful in making apochromatic lenses, and particularly valuable in photographic optics. Fluorite optics are also usable in the far-ultraviolet and mid-infrared ranges, where conventional glasses are too opaque for use. Fluorite also has low dispersion, and a high refractive index for its density."
www.visittucson.org/tucson-gem-mineral-fossil-showcase/
"Every year the world-renowned Tucson Gem, Mineral & Fossil Showcase is like a time portal, a trip around the world, and a treasure hunt all rolled into one. Every winter, more than 65,000 guests from around the globe descend upon Tucson, AZ, to buy, sell, trade, and bear witness to rare and enchanting gems, minerals, and fossils at more than 50 gem show locations across the city. If you're planning a winter visit to Tucson, you won't want to miss this three-week-long event filled with shows, related events, a free day at the gem & mineral museum, and much, much more!
"Whether you’re looking for a $5 shimmering crystal necklace or a show-stopping $200,000 crystallized rock from an exotic location, the Tucson Gem, Mineral, & Fossil Shows have something for everyone."
www.visittucson.org/blog/post/gems-and-minerals/
The theme this year was Shades of Green- Experience the Magic. The theme for next year's show will be Red, White, and Blue Celebrate the Spirit of Minerals
xpopress.com/news/article/783/shades-of-green-70th-annual...
TGMS 2025
Tucson Gem Show 2025
EXPLORED
Imagine, it is a serene moonlit night on a river.
The engine is switched off, and the boat is drifting along a gentle current. You are feeling content, happy and lying, face up on the deck of a small wooden country boat together with some of your very close friends. There is no light or lamp burning anywhere, every thing is blissfully quiet, and you can hear the low murmur of your friends voices and the little flip flap sound of the small waves against the hull of the boat. There is no cloud in the sky, whole world is awash in the soft dreamy moonlight and a gentle breeze is playing on your skin. The stars are coming out playfully one by one in the vast canopy of the sky over head and weaving enchantment with the moon beams.
It is going to be a full moon tonight on the Jamuna !
[soundtrack: cara catastrofe - le luci della centrale elettrica]
Tutti i nostri occhi pieni di disordini, di chiavi duplicate di nascosto e poi perse. Cara catastrofe in quei corridoi bianchi interminabili. Cara catastrofe e i tuoi aerei dispersi. Ancora tu e i nostri piatti rotti. I nostri inutili patti atlantici, notturni. Tra il bianco delle lenzuola e tutti gli altri continenti che volevamo andare a volare assieme. E aspettando gli aiuti umanitari guardiamo un po' raitre. Quando per razionalizzare ci siamo scardinati il torace. E per le trasfusioni vuoi la vernice rossa perché è più coreografica. Mi hai detto che all'inizio non ero così. che ti ho fregata. Io te e i nostri scudi di plexiglas. i compromessi storici per non ferirci. E appena sei ripartita è come se avessi sentito sulle gambe il caldo dell'aria che usciva dal tubo di scappamento. Anche nei prossimi anni circoleranno ancora veicoli a benzina. E poi mi ritrovo che cammino come non so chi tra le fabbriche lunghe come l'orizzonte. E non capisco quasi niente. altri minatori sottopagati lavorano diciotto ore nei nostri cuori. e se gli alberghi appena costruiti coprono i tramonti tu non preoccuparti. non preoccuparti
(another in the comments)
I am only back for a moment to say:
My Pro account expires on August 6th and seeing as I had to block the man that gifted me with it last year because it turns out he's addicted to porn....I will be gone for a while longer I suppose.
And several of you have been asking whats wrong with my tumblr, I just changed the url:
I havent gotten a chance to read any messages either so please dont think you are being ignored.
K, that is all.
Thank you.
EDIT:
A beautiful girl just bought me another pro account.
Thank you so much Grace
I owe you the world.
:D
Vine aquí
sé que estàs cansada, els ulls s'et fan petits,
deixa'm abraçar-te
tendrament i calla
que és molt tard i arriba l'hora de dormir.
Posa el cap
a la meva falda i deix la meva mà
espolsar els fantasmes
que t'amoïnen i t'espanten,
tanca els ulls que jo et vigilo des d'aquí.
Dorm tranquil·la i digue'm bona nit,
deix que et porti en braços fins al llit,
jeu ben a la vora,
saps que no estàs sola
mentre et dic a cau d'orella bona nit.
La lluna pel balcó t'esguarda i sé que et fa un petó,
res no té importància
fins demà a trenc d'alba
quan de sobte t'acaroni la claror.
Dorm tranquil·la i digue'm bona nit,
deix que et porti en braços fins al llit,
jeu ben a la vora,
saps que no estàs sola
mentre et dic a cau d'orella bona nit, molt bona nit.
El poeta Carlos Mastronardi ha escrito:
"No tenemos un lenguaje para los finales. Quizá un lenguaje para los finales exija la total abolición de otros lenguajes"
Y yo me adhiero a sus palabras. Vuelvo a emprender otro viaje, por razones de trabajo. Será por varios meses y por lo tanto, estaré alejada de Flickr durante todo ese tiempo. Nunca es fácil decir adiós. Sí quiero agradecerles todo el cariño que he recibido durante este año flickeriano, eso es inolvidable!!!
Mi regalo, una flor de despedida. Una flor de un almendro que me cautivó estando en España y por la que caí (literalmente) por no mirar por donde caminaba, del embeleso que tenía.
¡Un besote inmenso para todos!!! ¡Sigan tomando excelentes fotos!!!
¡EN ALGÚN LUGAR, EN ALGÚN MOMENTO, NOS VOLVEREMOS A ENCONTRAR!!! ¡HASTA LA VUELTA!!!
SI UN ADIÓS DE AMOR FUERA TODAVÍA AMOR
(SI UN ADÉU D'AMOR FOS ENCARA AMOR)
Lluís Llach, Jocs (2002)
Oh, si un adiós de amor fuera sólo el gesto
del dolor compartido
por no haber sabido volar más alto.
Oh, si un adiós de amor fuera todavía amor.
Oh, si un adiós de amor fuera polvo de un camino
sin lugar para reproches,
sólo un paso en el bello don de continuar en el intento,
ese antiguo intento de amar y soñar
desde siempre, para siempre y siempre libremente.
Oh, que nunca acabe tu paso a través de mí,
ni este juego de los sentidos
que ahora nos hacen señales de un amor tan denso,
raro entramado de miedo y deseo del más allá...
Oh, si un adiós de amor fuera todavía amor,
para siempre, desde siempre y siempre libremente.
Explore: 12.17.2008
John 8:32 is a blunt, to-the-point bottom line on why we need the truth. "You will know the truth, and the truth will set you free." Some of us live like the truth will scare us to death or hurt too much. But it can't hurt nearly as much as avoiding the truth about yourself - the truth that continues to poison your relationships, limit your life, and bring you down. Someone may be your "mirror" that is irritating or painful to hear from. But God put those people in your life because He loves you too much to let you keep running from the truth that is costing you so much.
The Bible says, "Iron sharpens iron; so a friend sharpens the countenance of his friend." It may be that someone you might consider an enemy has said some things no one else would say to you about you. And while they mean to hurt you, there may be at least some mirror of truth in what they said.
The truth that might be painful never really goes away. Everywhere you go, you take you with you. God loves you too much to let you keep running, denying, and living a lie. So He's put someone in your life to hold up a mirror. Don't reject what the mirror is trying to show you. And don't blame the mirror - it's the message the mirror is trying to give you, not the messenger that's the issue.
Thank God for the mirror He's given you. The truth may be hard to face. It may mean opening up to someone who can really help you with it. It may mean removing a mask you've been hiding behind for a long time, but it's worth all that and more. Because it's the truth, and only the truth, that will finally set you free.
-Ron Hutchcraft
From My Blog
Kind of funny story with this one... The kid was very enthralled with me taking pictures in the park and so I turned around and pointed at my camera and then at him and his parents were extremely happy so I knew they wouldn't mind me taking a picture so I took one, showed it to them on the LCD, and they walked off.
When I got home I loaded this up and noticed that he had wet himself and his pants were almost totally soaked. I had to crop out a large amount of the photo to keep it clean here as well as extend his shirt with the clone tool.
© Angela M. Lobefaro - Explore - Frontpage -
taken on Lago Maggiore, Piedmont - Lombardy Italy
A legend tells that in 1170 a rich merchant, Alberto (Besozzi family - Arolo), while he was sailing with his boat on the lake, a storm breaks over him. He trusted in S. Caterina (Alessandria) and decided to do penance if he survived the storm; so he avoid dead and once landed, he went to live alone in the place where now is the monastery. In 1195 Alberto stroke against the plague that hit the surroundings and, following the revelation of the angel, he made the "sacello" to be build like the one hosting the remains of S. Caterina on the Sinai. In 1205 when he died his corpse was buried in the chapel near S. Caterina.
The monastery was built after the miracle, so the supernatural help continued to draw his life. When in 600 some stones fell on Alberto's grave, destiny wanted them to stop a few cm from the soil and made them to pose quietly on the land years later. This event contributed to associate definitively the pray zone with the miracle. Since 1379, it was the territory of hermits, in 1670 belonged to the Carmelite friars and afterwards in the 2nd half of 1700 was cancelled. The province of Varese bought and financed long restorations, ended in 1986. Its structure was entitled to some Dominicans friars.
from www.lagomaggiore.net/old/uk/attractions/eremosantacaterin...
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I am organizing again another fundraiser for this project: Stop AIDS at Birth
----therefore I have not much time for flickr... sorry my friends, I'll visit your streams as often as I can ---
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Please consider a donation to this project:
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We popped in to Coventry Cathedral today. I've only been once, years ago, and seeing as we have lived in the next town for the last 5 years we thought we should visit!
This is the gorgeous gorgeous stained glass window, or 'baptistry window'.
My still photos of it were not that great as it was fairly dark - so I tried playing with a longer exposure and moving the camera in a semi-circle. LOVE the results.
Although this shot has been my most popular high alpine photograph, I have never been happy with the processing of my original post. At the time I will admit I really had very little clue about what I was doing with post processing and fumbled it up in my opinion. From setting a poor white balance for the scene to my blending technique and managing dynamic range, I just didn’t know enough to due this photograph justice, so I decided to take another crack at it recently.
This time around I decided from the start to go with the full un-cropped version. It does center my foreground a little, but I found I really loved the beautiful reflection of the more colorful clouds in the lower right. From there I carefully processed each RAW file and then did a meticulous hand blend to try to maximize dynamic range. I paid a lot of attention in Photoshop to try to balance out the light for a more even exposure throughout the scene, despite the use of a filter.
The end result was an image I was much happier with, and one that I feel more accurately represented the scene that morning. I know that in the world of post processing there is a never ending learning curve, so sometimes it pays to go back and revisit an old image. That is one reason why I always keep my original RAW files around. I would love to get some feedback on this shot and see what you all think.
Thanks for viewing and I hope you all have a wonderful week.
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Canon 5D mark II
Canon 16-35L lens @16mm
2 & 3.2 sec. @ F22
ISO 100
Hitech .6 GND Soft
Two RAW files for further dynamic range processed in Lightroom 3
TIFF files hand blended and processed with Photoshop CS4
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O, speak again, bright angel! for you are
As glorious to this night, that is over my head,
As is a wingéd messenger of heaven
To the white, upturned, wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he crosses the slow moving clouds
And sails upon the heart of the wind.
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What do you do if you are an available light freak, but still receive a gift of one of the best flash units in the business from a very dear friend.
Well I accepted the gift and tried it of course, as I did not want to offend my friend.
I was impressed with the flash, and how it handled the lighting.
Check out the details in the subject's shirt in the foreground. Better viewed in LARGE.
Now reconsidering Flash Photography seriously. Hmmmmmm
Photograph © Kausthub Desikachar
Photographed with a Canon EOS 5D Mark II, and Canon EF 50mm F1.2 IS USM L Lens with Sigma DG UV Filter. Handheld. Fired with Canon Speedlite 580 EX II flash, mounted on the camera.
Please do not reproduce in any form without prior written consent from the copyright holder. Please contact the photographer through Flickrmail, to inquire about licensing arrangements.
This Wayside Shrine - in Austria called "Marterl" - is located in Obernberg, Tirol, Austria on the hiking trail to the Lake Obernbergersee. This Shrine should remind the pedestrian to make a quiet pray or put some flowers or a candle into the Shrine. The style, this "Marterl" is built, is typical for Tirol, Austria - Bayern, Germany and Alto Adige, Italy. In other parts of Austria they are built in another style. So this is very unique and beautiful to look at. Most of the "Marterlen" here in Tirol are in a very good condition and they are mostly filled with flowers or candles.
Shot was taken shortly before sunset - as you may see, the sunlight comes from left behind. It was a wonderful and magic moment for a shot. Luckily I had my camera with me...
Comments are very welcome... 8-)
www.ukbutterflies.co.uk/species.php?species=urticae
Small Tortoiseshell
Aglais urticae
Superfamily: Papilionoidea
Family: Nymphalidae
Subfamily: Nymphalinae
Genus: Aglais
Subgenus:
Species: urticae (Linnaeus, 1758)
Wingspan:-
Male: 45 - 55mm
Female: 52 - 62mm
Introduction
The Small Tortoiseshell is one of our most-familiar butterflies, appearing in gardens throughout the British Isles. Unfortunately, this butterfly has suffered a worrying decline, especially in the south, over the last few years. This butterfly has always fluctuated in numbers, but the cause of the most-recent decline is not yet known, although various theories have been proposed. One is the increasing presence of a particular parasitic fly, Sturmia bella, due to global warming - this species being common on the continent. The fly lays its eggs on leaves of the foodplant, close to where larvae are feeding. The tiny eggs are then eaten whole by the larvae and the grubs that emerge feed on the insides of their host, avoiding the vital organs. A fly grub eventually kills its host and emerges from either the fully-grown larva or pupa before itself pupating. Although the fly attacks related species, such as the Peacock and Red Admiral, it is believed that the lifecycle of the Small Tortoiseshell is better-synchronised with that of the fly and it is therefore more prone to parasitism. This is one of our most widespread butterflies, occurring throughout the British Isles, including Orkney and Shetland.
Aglais urticae
This species was first defined in Linnaeus (1758) as shown here (type locality: Sweden).
Phenology
The adult butterflies can be seen at any time of the year, even on the last days of December or first days of January if the temperature is high enough to wake them from hibernation. However, adults normally emerge from hibernation at the end of March and start of April. There are typically 2 broods each year, except in the north, where there is usually only a single brood. Whether single or double-brooded, the butterfly is a familiar sight in late summer as it takes nectar to build up essential fats in preparation for hibernation.
Habitat
This butterfly can turn up almost anywhere, from city centres to mountain tops. As such, it is one of our most successful butterflies. It is most-often seen, however, where nettles grow in abundance, such as field margins. This butterfly is often encountered while hibernating in an outbuilding, such as a garage, shed or barn, where they may be found in the company of other individuals. Other hibernation sites include hollow trees and wood piles.
Larval Foodplants
The primary larval foodplants are Common Nettle (Urtica dioica) and Small Nettle (Urtica urens).
Nectar Sources
Adults feed primarily on Betony (Stachys officinalis), Bramble (Rubus fruticosus), Carline Thistle (Carlina vulgaris), Dandelion (Taraxacum agg.), Devil's-bit Scabious (Succisa pratensis), Field Scabious (Knautia arvensis), Greater Stitchwort (Stellaria holostea), Hawkweeds (Hieracium/Hypochoeris), Heather (Calluna vulgaris / Erica spp.), Hemp Agrimony (Eupatorium cannabinum), Ivy (Hedera helix), Knapweeds (Centaurea spp.), Marjoram (Origanum vulgare), Primrose (Primula vulgaris), Privet (Ligustrum vulgare), Ragwort (Senecio jacobaea), Thistles (Cirsium spp. and Carduus spp.), Thyme (Thymus polytrichus) and Water Mint (Mentha aquatica).
Imago
The two sexes are almost identical in appearance, with the distinctive yellow and orange uppersides providing a contrast with the drab undersides that provide the butterfly a good deal of camouflage when hibernating.
In the afternoon, males set up territories, usually close to a nettle patch, where they rest of the foodplant or ground with their wings open, waiting for a passing female. When a female enters the territory, a most curious courtship begins. The male approaches the female from behind and starts to "drum" his antennae on the hindwings of the female, making a feint sound that is audible to the human ear. The female may fly a little distance, with the male following, where the process repeats. This can go on for several hours with the couple spending a good amount of time basking together. Eventually, usually in early evening, the female will lead the male into vegetation, often a nettle patch, and crawl between stems with the male following, where they eventually mate. They remain coupled until the following morning.
Aberrations
This species displays considerable variation in both the upperside ground colour and the familiar upperside pattern and markings.
Much work has been carried out in this species to discover how temperature shock in the late larval/ early pupal stage can affect the development of pigments in the imago. These experiments have assisted our understanding of how and when the pigments are 'mapped' in the Vanessid butterflies. The Small Tortoiseshell appears to be particularly sensitive to temperature shock, and this species has been widely bred in the past in the hope of producing extreme environmentally controlled aberrations such as ab. semi-ichnusoides.
Extreme shocks of either heat or cold during the last 24 hours of the larval stage and the first 48 hours of the pupal stage can disrupt the natural process of metamorphosis and inhibit the normal processes in which organic chemicals create the colouration of the wing scales.
The expression of aberration through temperature shock is a graduated process; one level of exposure creates ab. semi-ichnusoides, a little more fuses all three black blotches along the costa of the forewing to create ab. conjuncta, and the most extreme exposure produces an almost entirely melanic form known as ab. osborni. The conditions required to produce the latter forms are thought to be so extreme that they lie right on the very cusp of extremes of temperature that would be fatal to the larva or pupa. Consequently these forms are rare in captivity and extremely unlikely to be met with in the wild.
It is difficult to ascertain how frequently any of these aberration occur in the wild, however it is a rare event that exposes the newly formed pupa or transitional larva to the necessary conditions for metamorphosis to be disrupted in this way, and this is supported by the paucity of historical sightings of the extreme aberrations in the wild. That is not to say that the lesser of the aberrations do not occur however, and an ab. semi-ichnusoides presents a particularly striking sight when nectaring on a garden buddleia amongst typical individuals.
It has been speculated that severe late frosts could possibly cause instances of these aberrant forms, as well as a larva/pupa being exposed to particularly strong sunlight after having the normally sheltered pupation site disturbed in some manner.
Environmental influences are not the sole cause of aberration in this species however, and there are many genetic aberrations which the observer could encounter at any time. Occasionally the orange ground colour is replaced entirely by a pale whitish buff (ab. lutea), as well as various transitional shades leading to this. Similarly, sometimes the orange colour is replaced by a brownish-purple hue and this is known as ab. brunneoviolacea.
There are in excess of 105 named aberrations known to occur in Britain. Click here to see a full list of aberrations for this species.
ab. nigrita (Fickert)
On the forewings the two upper black costal spots are united to form a single black blotch. The twin discal spots are absent. Hindwings entirely black with no marginal lunules.
Ovum
The female is quite choosy about where she lays, which is not surprising since she lays her green eggs in large batches and needs to ensure that the location is just right for the developing larvae. Typical sites are nettle patches containing relatively-new growth, and that receive full sun. Eggs are laid on the underside of a nettle leaf, usually one near the top of the stem and at the edge of the nettle patch. The eggs are not laid in neat rows, but piled on top of one another. Egg batches can contain up to 80 eggs which take some time to lay - typically between 20 and 90 minutes. The egg stage lasts between 1 and 3 weeks, depending on the weather.
Larva
On emerging from their eggs, the larvae build a communal web, usually at the top of the nettle, from which they emerge to bask and feed. As the larvae grow, they move to new plants, building new webs along the way. This leaves a trail of webs, decorated with shed larval skins and droppings, that show the passing of time, and allows the patient observer to trace the larvae all the way back to the plant where the eggs were laid. The first experience that some people have of a Small Tortoiseshell is seeing these webs as they extend over stretches of nettle, with the larvae resting communally and quite visibly on the surface of the web, or feeding from nearby leaves.
Larvae have several techniques to avoid predation. When disturbed, a group of larvae will often jerk their bodies from side to side in unison, which must be a formidable sight to any predator. The larvae will also regurgitate green fluid and will, if necessary, curl up in a ball and drop to the ground. Larvae feed by both day and night and there are 4 moults in total.
Pupa
The larvae disperse as they become fully grown, and eventually wander off to find a suitable pupation site. The pupa is formed head down, attached to a stem or leaf by the cremaster. The colour of the pupa is quite variable, often having a beautiful metallic sheen. This stage lasts between 2 and 4 weeks, depending on temperature.
Sites
Arthur's Seat, Bedfont Lakes Country Park LNR, Bryncelyn Hall, Darley, Devil's Ditch, Dundas Castle, Eakring Meadows Nature Reserve, Glenarm, Horsenden Hill, Hounslow Heath LNR, Howardian Local Nature Reserve, Hutton Roof Crags, Hyde, Kenfig Pool, Kinghorn Loch Path, Lavernock, Mansmead wood, Mayford Pond, Meanwood Park, Moss Field, Mynydd Marian, Old Down, Basingstoke, Rookery, Ryton Woods Meadows, Sutton Bingham Reservoir, Tophill Low, Viking Field/LesleySears, West Williamston Salt Marshes, Winkleigh, Winsdon Hill
Conservation Status
Despite being a widespread and common species in certain areas, the declining fortunes of this butterfly, especially in the south, mean that this butterfly is a species of conservation concern.