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El santuario de la Estrella se encuentra a orillas del río Montleó. El lugar tienen fama de poblado maldito. Los habitantes del Maestrazgo conocen las negras leyendas de La Estrella y evitan bajar al inhóspito paraje.En el lugar reina un silencio absoluto,el paisaje es desolado y endiablado. El santuario fué construido por los templarios y el convento se dedicó para acoger en vida monástica a mujeres amantes de personajes de la corte e hijas ilegítimas de reyes y nobles. Los habitantes de las masías le llamaban la "Paridera del Rey". Cuenta la leyenda que una de estas mujeres dió a luz en el convento y el niño se lo arrebataron; entonces invocó a la virgen para vengarse del hombre que le había quitado al amor de sus entrañas, pero la virgen le negó la ayuda por tener demasiado odio. Desesperada subió a lo alto del Castillo del Mallo y se le apareció un joven alto y seductor que le prestó ayuda, a cambio de su alma. La mujer dijo: "Si en verdad tienes poder, arrasa este pueblo miserable que está a las órdenes de nuestgros verdugos". Al dia siguiente, una tormenta ocasionó una riada que arrasó el pequeño poblado dejando 26 cadáveres...
The sanctuary of the Star is on the banks of the river Montleó. The place they have reputation of damned settlement. The inhabitants of the Dignity of a military order know the black legends of The Star and avoid to go down to the inhospitable place. In the place he(she) reigns an absolute silence, the landscape is desolated and devilishly. The sanctuary was constructed by the Templars and the convent devoted itself(himself,herself) to receive in monastic life women lovers of prominent figures of the court and illegitimate children of kings and nobles. The inhabitants of the farmhouses were calling him the " Paridera of the King ". It(He,She) counts(tells) the legend that one of these women gave birth in the convent and the child they snatched it; then it(he,she) invoked the virgin to take revenge for the man who him(her) had removed to the love of his(her,your) entrails, but the virgin denied the help to him(her) for having hatred too much. Desperate it(he,she) rose to the high of the Castle of the Croquet and one appeared a high young man and seducer that gave him(her) help, in exchange for his(her,your) soul. The woman said: " If really you have to be able, it(he,she) devastates this wretched village that is to the orders of nuestgros hangmen ". The following day, a storm caused a flood that devastated the small settlement leaving 26 corpses...
So. Where have I been? I've been putting this off for a while, and have been sort of reluctant to share this. But I feel like it's something I need to say.
After realising and accepting the fact I am addiced to painkillers that they were running my life and and I was way out of control, with the help of my parents, I checked myself to rehab. I learned a lot. I've been sober for over 2 months now. I've never felt better. My head is clearer. I'm thinking more rationally. I feel like I can finally feel again. When I feel happy, it's such a great feeling, because I know it's true happiness, not some side affect of a pain pill. It's hard sometimes because I'm not numb anymore, and the things that hurt emotionally feel like they hurt more and deeper. I'm still trying to learn how to deal with my sad, depressed feelings now, because I can't push them back and ignore them the way I could when I was using. My back pain isn't half as bad as it was while I was taking them. It still hurts. Every single day. And it's still a struggle, every single day. There are still days where I wish I just had one pill to make everything stop hurting and make my feelings go away, but now I know that I'm better without them. I can't believe how many years I've wasted wallowing in my pain, sitting on the couch popping pills, feeling sorry for myself when I could have been working and going to college and making something out of my life. I have a lot of regret. I have a lot of guilt for what I put my family and friends through. I look back and I'm shocked at the way I've acted the past few years. I've been nasty and ugly and mean to the people I love the most. I've said and done some horrible things. I wasn't a nice person to be around. I'm lucky that I got a second chance at life. Because if my parents hadn't shown me some tough love and intervened, those pills would have killed me.
I think everyone deserves a second chance.
Au fond d'une vallée, douce et accueillante, se blottit à la croisée des chemins le château d'Escorolles... ou du moins ce qu'il en reste.
Les châteaux s'égrènent dans la vallée de Cheylade comme dans un pays de Cocagne !
De celui d'Escorolles, propriété privée agricole, s'élève encore de nos jours la tour du XVème siècle avec ses corbeaux soutenant le sommet portant la poivrière couverte de lauzes.
Elle est attenante au logis du XVIIIème, remanié au XIXème. L'architecture en pierre et les toits couverts de lauzes illustrent parfaitement la traditionnelle robustesse de l’habitat cantalien.
On distingue en arrière-plan le célèbre Puy Mary, sommet emblématique des Monts du Cantal qui domine fièrement par sa forme pyramidale le plus grand volcan d'Europe... De ses 1787 mètres d’altitude, le Puy Mary offre un panorama époustouflant, sept vallées glaciaires rayonnent en étoile autour du sommet. Le Puy de la Tourte qui sur la photo semble vouloir donner un coup de tête à la tour du château, côtoie le grand seigneur avec humilité... pour nous offrir de merveilleuses randonnées.
( Château d'Escorolles, vallée de Cheylade, Cantal, "Parc national des volcans", Auvergne, France - www.parc-volcans-auvergne.com )
Shot it at Kumbha Mela 2010.Its a greatest show on Earth.
In Hindu mythology, its origin is found in one of the popular creation myths and the Hindu theories on evolution, the Samudra manthan episode (Churning of the ocean of milk), which finds mention in the Bhagavata Purana, Vishnu Purana, the Mahabharata, and the Ramayana.
The Gods had lost their strength, and to regain it, they thought of churning the Ksheera Sagara (primordial ocean of milk) for amrit (the nectar of immortality), this required them to make a temporary agreement with their arch enemies, the demons or Asuras, to work together with a promise of sharing the nectar equally thereafter. However, when the Kumbha (urn) containing the amrita appeared, a fight ensued. For twelve days and twelve nights (equivalent to twelve human years) the gods and demons fought in the sky for the pot of amrita. It is believed that during the battle, Lord Vishnu flew away with the Kumbha of elixir, and that is when drops of amrita fell at four places on earth: Prayag, Haridwar, Ujjain and Nashik, and that is where the Kumbh Mela is observed every twelve years.
First written evidence of the Kumbha Mela can be found in the accounts of Chinese traveller, Huan Tsang or Xuanzang (602 - 664 A.D.) who visited India in 629 -645 CE, during the reign of King Harshavardhana.
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I'm so so sorry I have no idea what to title this photo :( AHHH!
I really thought every photo would end up as a disaster, I'm thankful they did not.
I tried playing with the lighting using a lamp.
I had this feeling I would not be able to come up with a proper photo and end up uploading a crappy one, I hope this isnt crappy, I tried playing with different tones, I hope they look ok on your computer because as usual, I'm having colour problems, it looks pretty fine on my laptop so I hope it looks fine on your screen! :)
I'll be uploading the other shots from this shoot, this is my new white wig, I love it! It's so cute and fun!
Christmas is coming! I hope everyone's having fun!
*I dont know if anyones reading my descriptions but can you see my mole? I never actually knew I had one there until a few days ago*
*This photo got explored thank you all!*
View along Rannie Road just before Pitt Lake in Pitt Meadows near Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada.
About this photo: Well, we've been battered by some snow storms here on the west coast of Canada in the last couple of weeks. In the area where I live we must have received about a foot (about 30cm) of snow if not more. The last dump of snow came to us on Monday morning and since then it has been freezing cold with temperatures below freezing, but the snow was replaced by blue skies and sunshine. I finally have been able to go out and enjoy the sunshine in the last couple of days, although it's very cold outside.
I had to take my mother in law to the hospital in Maple Ridge for cataract surgery a few days ago. She would be there for about 3 hours and while she was getting her eye drops done and the procedure I decided to venture out and drive to beautiful Pitt Lake which was not far away. I stopped near the dykes first which is only a few km before Pitt Lake. The views from here are always so beautiful. There was still snow around and the surrounding mountains looked all white as well. What a beautiful day it was.
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Some information on the Pitt Lake area: Pitt Lake is located in Grant Narrows Regional Park in Pitt Meadows which is about 45 minutes east of downtown Vancouver. Pitt Lake is the second-largest lake in the Lower Mainland of British Columbia, being about 53.5 square km (20.5 square mi) in area. It is about 25km (15.6mi) long and about 4.5km (2.8mi) wide at its widest, and is also one of the world's largest tidal lakes, its confluence with the Fraser being only a few miles upstream from that river's estuary into the Strait of Georgia. Its southern tip, where the Pitt River resumes, is 40km (25mi) east of downtown Vancouver.
The upper Pitt River valley is a typical U-shaped glacial valley in the Coast Mountains of British Columbia. The over-deepening of the lower end of the valley over the span of the Wisconsin glaciation created a trough over 140m (462ft) below current sea level. After initial glacial retreat at around 13,000 years ago a saltwater fjord occupied this basin when relative sea levels were still ca 120m (396ft) to 140m (462ft) above current levels in the region. Unlike neighbouring Indian Arm and Howe Sound farther west this fjord basin became cut off by sedimentation of the lower Fraser River by ca 10,500 years ago and is now considered a tidal fjord lake.
The community of Pitt Meadows occupies the marshy lowland at the southern end of the lake, some of which has become drained and is known as the Pitt Polder. Just southwest of the lake is the community of Port Coquitlam, which is across the Pitt River from Pitt Meadows. At the north end of the lake is a locality named Alvin, which is a transport and shipping point for logging companies and their employees. The Upper Pitt, meaning the valley upstream from the lake, is considered BC's best fly-fishing rivers and one of its best steelhead streams.
The lake is popular with boaters and canoeists, but is prone to heavy winds and rains as well as big waves (due to its great depth). The mountain range on its east flank comprises Golden Ears Provincial Park, its basin to the north is in southern Garibaldi Provincial Park, while the mountain range on its west, northeast of Vancouver's Coquitlam Lake watershed reservoir, is Pinecone Burke Provincial Park. The waterfront and foreshore of the lake and river are public-access and include extensive migratory wildfowl habitat. There is a destination golfing resort in the Pitt Polder area called Swan-e-set.
The area along the east side of the lake is somewhat famous for being the reputed location of Slumach's lost gold mine, the location of many failed and sometimes disastrous searches for the alleged murderer's lost gold mine. (Info from Wikipedia)
I love those beautiful buds, tight, the next generation... before unfurling into splendour...
Originating in the West Indies, Mexico, and Central and South America, the Lisianthus is known botanically as Eustoma grandiflorum. The common name comes from the Greek words lysis, meaning 'dissolution' and anthos, meaning 'flower'. Colours include white, light and dark pink, lavender and deep purple. Double and single-flower varieties exist.
Many people do not know what it is, but everyone loves it!
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"H is for HITMAN"
So AriesEffects finished his 365, and somewhere around his 250th photo
i decided i would tribute him by doing my own set of Agent 47 photos.
if you havent seen his work OR his awesome Series
... well, you are just really missing out.
Aside from being a really funny,creative guy... he has a style
all his own. I cant even figure out how he gets his images to look
the way they do, but i always know from the thumbnail,its his.
Go congratulate him,and check out his stream.
OR ELSE.
For TOTW " Alter Ego"
because the hitman games have been one of my favorites,
and not just because we both sport the same hairstyle.
aside from being addictive and awesome, the game really
makes you think thru how to progress thru it.
Ontop of that it has consistently one of the best soundtracks
in any games, thanks to Jesper KId.
He has gone on to do the scores for many games,
most notably Assassins creed I and II. me and my brother
have collected almost all of his soundtracks,he kicks ass.
big thanks to my brother for helping me with this photoshoot,
he saved me alot of time in setting up the frame.
I have wanted to do a shoot like this for awhile,and finally
got to use my spiffy suit again in my 365.
(the red tie and the pistols were bought JUST for this tribute. :P)
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St. George Slays the Dragon - Taken in the Village Church in Fenny Bentley on the Tissington Trail in Derbyshire.
From the Wikipedia Article: "St George's Day is celebrated by the several nations, kingdoms, countries, and cities of which Saint George is the patron saint. St George's Day is also England's National Day. Most countries which observe St George's Day celebrate it on April 23, the traditionally accepted date of Saint George's death in 303 AD.
St George's Day was a major feast and national holiday in England on a par with Christmas from the early 15th century. However, this tradition had waned by the end of the 18th century after the union of England and Scotland. In recent years the popularity of St George's Day appears to be increasing gradually. BBC Radio 3 had a full programme of St George's Day events in 2006, and Andrew Rosindell, Conservative MP for Romford, has been putting the argument forward in the House of Commons to make St George's Day a public holiday. Although Saint George is the Patron Saint of England, it is believed that St George was not English and it is not certain that he ever visited England, although legend has it that St George was born in Coventry at Caludon Castle in Wyken, though some say he was born in Cappadocia, an area which is now in Turkey"
Close to the town of Ashbourne, Fenny Bentley is a picturesque little village consisting of little more than a school, a pub and the church of St Edmunds possibly dating as far back as the 14th century. The church has an alabaster tomb of the Beresford family. Sir Thomas Beresford had fought at the Battle of Agincourt.
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"The Tissington Trail is a bridleway and walk/cycle path in Derbyshire, England. Opened in 1971, and now a part of the National Cycle Network, it runs for 13 miles (21 km) from Parsley Hay in the north to Ashbourne in the south, along part of the trackbed of the former railway line connecting Ashbourne to Buxton. It takes its name from the village of Tissington, which it skirts."
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Yesterday morning we returned from our trip to The Gambia. Now I understand why they call it The Smiling Coast... People are extremely friendly and despite their poorness they all look so happy. We 'spoiled' people have still a lot to learn!
Again, we have had such a wonderful trip and met a lot of great people. With a rented car we explored the beautiful country by ourselves. We have visited many (national) parks and have seen the most gorgeous (tropical) birds, monkeys, lizards, snakes, bats, crocodiles and hippo's.
It has been a trip which I will not forget but ofcourse way too short...
*This image shows some fishermen on the river Gambia who return home in the late afternoon. Captured during a boattrip right after we had seen the hippo's near Janjanbureh, formerly known as Georgetown.
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Israel is using weapons with white phosphorous which rains down on people, in the same way these sparks from fireworks at a festival in Barcelona are 'raining down on people'. One is fun and safe the other dangerous and illegal, can you guess which is which?
White Phosphorus produces a thick white smoke when exposed to oxygen, but can cause severe burns and melt flesh to the bone if it comes into contact with skin.
“There was an explosion and white smoke. I saw my cousins screaming . . . I saw them burning and their clothes burning. I saw their skin melting.”
[Muhammad Tahseen, 20, sitting outside his home in Al-Qarara when a shell exploded above]
“The use of white phosphorus in densely populated areas of Gaza violates the requirement under international humanitarian law to take all feasible precautions to avoid civilian injury and loss of life,”
[Human Rights Watch]
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Shoebill stork--"Balaeniceps rex", Latin for King Whalehead. In Arabic, his name means: "Father of the Shoe"
It lives in tropical east Africa in large swamps from Sudan to Zambia.
This species was only discovered in the 19th century when some skins were brought to Europe. It was not until years later that live specimens reached the scientific community. However, the bird was known to both ancient Egyptians and Arabs. There are Egyptian images depicting the Shoebill, while the Arabs referred to the bird as abu markub, which means one with a shoe, a reference to the bird's distinctive bill.
Shoebills feed in muddy waters, preying on lungfish and similar fish, as well as frogs, turtles,carrion, and even baby crocodiles. They nest on the ground and lay 2 eggs.
The population is estimated at between 5,000 and 8,000 individuals, the majority of which live in Sudan. BirdLife International have classified it as Vulnerable with the main threats being habitat destruction, disturbance and hunting.
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Tampa, Florida
El rey Joao II ideó una barrera defensiva que consistiría en tres fuertes: el Fuerte de San Sebastián de Caparica, la Torre de San Antonio en Cascais, y una tercera fortificación en Belém.
La torre de Belem, originariamente llamada Torre de San Vicente de Belém, en homenaje al patrón de Lisboa, fue construida por el arquitecto Francisco de Arruda, orientado por Diogo Boitaca, que por entonces estaba a cargo de la construcción del Monasterio de los Jerónimos, situado muy cerca de esta. Los trabajos comenzaron en 1514 y finalizaron en 1520.
Con el tiempo la estructura fue perdiendo su caracter defensivo original y fue utilizada como aduana, puesto telegráfico, faro y como prisión para presos políticos en el nivel inferior. Algunos historiadores sostienen que debido a su altura y a su ubicación, poco disimulada en el paisaje, la torre fue creada en realidad para funciones administrativas más que defensivas.
Si se compara con las clásicas construcciones medievales, mas bien austeras, la Torre de Belem se diferencia por su abundante decoración, que refleja el gusto del rey Manuel I, un estilo que con el tiempo se conocería como "manuelino".
Es una torre cuadrangular que se eleva sobre un bastión con forma de hexágono irregular que apunta hacia el río. Una sencilla pasarela permite acceder desde la orilla y tras atravezar un puente levadizo se entra directamente al bastión.
La torre tiene una altura de 35 metros y consta de cuatro pisos y terraza, desde la que hay una extraordinarias vistas del río Tajo.
Fue declarada Monumento Nacional en 1910.
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Man Mo Temple or Man Mo Miu (traditional Chinese: 文武廟) is a temple in Hong Kong, China, that reveres the God of Literature, Man Tai (文帝), Man Cheong （文昌） and the God of War, and Mo Tai (武帝) or Kuan Ti, Kwan Yu（關羽).
The temple itself also made an appearance in the video game Shenmue II for the Dreamcast and Xbox consoles. You can explore the temple and its grounds, however its location in the game is different from its true location.
The one on Hollywood Road, Sheung Wan was built in 1847. It has been managed by Tung Wah Group of Hospitals since 1908. It is one of Grade I historic buildings in the District.
Montseny. Catalonia.
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Montseny Natural Park is a natural park that protects part of the Montseny massif. It was established in 1977 and is managed by the Barcelona Provincial Council since 1977 and the Council of Girona since 1978. Also since 1978 is a biosphere reserve by UNESCO. It was established as a national park in 1987. It covers part of the municipal Aiguafreda El Brull, Campins and Cànoves Samalús, Figaro-Montmany, hotbed of Montclús, La Garriga Gualba Montseny Palautordera St. Stephen, St. Peter Vilamajor Seva Tagamanent Arbúcies Breda , Rails Montseny, Sant Feliu de Buixalleu and Viladrau. The top of the park is the Turó de l'Home 1706.7 meters.
Switzerland.
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Switzerland (German: Schweiz[note 3] [ˈʃvaɪts]; French: Suisse [sɥis]; Italian: Svizzera [ˈzvittsera]; Romansh: Svizra [ˈʒviːtsrɐ] or [ˈʒviːtsʁːɐ]), officially the Swiss Confederation (Latin: Confoederatio Helvetica, hence its abbreviation CH), is a federal parliamentary republic consisting of 26 cantons, with Bern as the seat of the federal authorities. The country is situated in Western and Central Europe,[note 4] where it is bordered by Germany to the north, France to the west, Italy to the south, and Austria and Liechtenstein to the east.
Switzerland is a landlocked country geographically divided between the Alps, the Swiss Plateau and the Jura, spanning an area of 41,285 km2 (15,940 sq mi). While the Alps occupy the greater part of the territory, the Swiss population of approximately 8 million people is concentrated mostly on the Plateau, where the largest cities are to be found. Among them are the two global cities and economic centres – Zürich and Geneva.
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Ve dnech 19. až 26. června roku 2024 probíhala rozsáhlá napěťová výluka v úseku Púchov–Bytča. Důvodem této výluky bylo přepínání stejnosměrné trakční soustavy 3 kV na střídavou soustavu 25 kV a 50 Hz. Jednalo se o další krok postupného sjednocení trakční soustavy na síti slovenských železnic. Samotná napěťová výluka Púchov–Bytča byla doplněna i výlukou jednotlivých traťových kolejí a staničních kolejí ve stanici Považská Bystrica. Díky tomu se v celém úseku Púchov–Bytča jezdilo jednokolejně s křižováním ve stanici Považská Bystrica. To mělo za následek nízkou propustnost daného úseku a vznik zpoždění vlaků kategorie R "Povážan", Ex "Tatran" a IC až na více než jednu hodinu. Osobní vlaky byly v úseku Žilina–Púchov nahrazeny náhradní autobusovou dopravou. Pro přetahy vlaků v beznapěťovém úseku byly nasazeny tři lokomotivy řady 754 a 757. Jednou z nich byla i "štvorka" 754.014, která byla na snímku zachycena společně s "Vectronem" 383.106 v čele expresu 610 "Tatran" [Košice – Bratislava hl.st.] mezi zastávkou Nosice a stanicí Púchov. Jako záložní se pak na přetazích objevily i lokomotivy řady 742 a 749.
New York City.
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New York is the most populous city in the United States and the center of the New York metropolitan area, one of the most populous urban agglomerations in the world.[6] The city is referred to as New York City or the City of New York to distinguish it from the State of New York, of which it is a part. A global power city,[7] New York exerts a significant impact upon commerce, finance, media, art, fashion, research, technology, education, and entertainment. The home of the United Nations Headquarters,[8] New York is an important center for international diplomacy[9] and has been described as the cultural capital of the world.[10][11]
On one of the world's largest natural harbors,[12] New York City consists of five boroughs, each of which is a county of New York State.[13] The five boroughs—the Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, and Staten Island—were consolidated into a single city in 1898.[14] With a census-estimated 2013 population of 8,405,837[4] distributed over a land area of just 305 square miles (790 km2),[15] New York is the most densely populated major city in the United States.[16] As many as 800 languages are spoken in New York,[17][18] making it the most linguistically diverse city in the world.[19] By 2013 census estimates, the New York Metropolitan Area's population remains by a significant margin the United States' largest Metropolitan Statistical Area, with approximately 19.9 million people,[20] and is also part of the most populous Combined Statistical Area in the United States, containing an estimated 23.4 million people.
Scale 1:20, Kaiyodo (DinoTales 5), Late Cretaceous Asia
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The world is never quiet, even its silence eternally resounds with the same notes, in vibrations which escape our ears. As for those that we perceive, they carry sounds to us, occasionally a chord, never a melody.
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El monasterio femenino de Sant Joan de les abadesses, se fundó en el año 887 por el entonces conde de Barcelona, Girona Guifré el pilos, bajo el nombre original de Sant Joan de Ripoll, y bajo las reglas benedictinas con el propósito de cumplir dos objetivos: ayudar al proceso de repoblación de la zona recién arrebatada a los musulmanes y aportar patrimonio a la familia del conde, en concreto a su hija Emma, destinada a ser la primera abadesa del monasterio.
Hasta que Emma ejerció en el cargo de abadesa en el año 898, el monasterio quedó bajo la tutela del conde de Barcelona y sobretodo del obispo de Vic, Gotmar. A partir del gobierno de Emma, el monasterio contó con una comunidad de mujeres, que se vio ampliamente beneficiada por Gotmar y por un precepto de Carlos el Calvo, del año 899, en el que se le dotaba al monasterio de una total inmunidad y protección de sus bienes, sobretodo frente a cualquier poder civil o político. Probablemente fue Gotmar el que gestionase las condiciones de dicho precepto, conocedor de la familia de Emma, ya que poco después se demostraron los recelos y demandas que los hermanos de Emma realizaros en contra del monasterio. Mas adelante, ya en el 913, todas las villas y aldeas de la Vall de Sant Joan quedan bajo la jurisdicción y protección del monasterio, confirmándose incluso el derecho de los residentes del valle a no acudir a la 'host' (huestes) convocadas por el conde. Todos estos beneficios adjudicados hicieron que el poder económico del monasterio creciese rápidamente e, las donaciones se ivan sucediendo y las posesiones de la abadesa se extendían hasta Perpiñan y Girona, fundando iglesias y parroquias por todos las zonas repobladas, llegando casi hasta los límites de la misma ciudad de Barcelona.
Las abadesas del monasterio se fueron sucediendo, siendo siempre personas vinculadas a las familias condales catalanas. En total hubo 5 abadesas
Hasta la fundación del monasterio de Sant Pere de les Puelles en Barcelona en el año 945, fue el único gran monasterio femenino de los condados catalanes de la época. El final de la comunidad femenina fue trágico y penoso, al menos así nos lo cuentan los textos que de ellos nos hablan: el mes de diciembre del año 1016, el conde de Besalú, Bernat Talalferro, acudió a Roma con un notable séquito, del que formaban parte sus hijos Guillem y Guifré, su hermano Guifré, conde de Cerdaña y Oliba, abad de Ripoll, así como una representación de dignatarios del obispo de Vic, el ardiaco, el primiciero y el sacristán. Ante el papa, en Roma, acusaros a la abadesa y a las monjas de una conducta moral escandalosa, antes ya habían informado de este hecho los abades de Ripoll y Camprodón. La personalidad y integridad demostrada por el entonces abad de Ripoll y luego obispo de Vic, el abad Oliba, hacen creer que las acusaciones podrían ser ciertas. En realidad, la tradición del desmadre de las monjas de Sant Joan a pasado a ser un hecho popular, ligado desde hace mucho tiempo a las leyendas del 'Comte Arnau'.El papa Benito VIII expidió una bulla el 26 de enero de 1017, en la que tras acusar de ' meretrius de Venus ' (meretrices de Venus) a las monjas, abolió la comunidad y colocó en su lugar una comunidad de clérigos bajo la regla canonical aquisgranesa, sujeta a la Santa Sede. Dejando a un lado si los hechos fueron verdaderos o no, esta claro que Bernat tenia buenos intereses personales y económicos si desaparecía la comunidad del monasterio, ya que a parte de conseguir la desaparición de la comunidad, el papa también le concedió la creación del obispado de Besalú, dentro del ámbito del cual quedaba inscrito el monasterio. Así Gufré, hijo de Bernat, se convertía en obispo de Besalú y abad de Sant Joan de Ripoll y Santa María de Besalú. Posteriormente, la diócesis perdió su lugar y desapareció y el monasterio quedo bajo el gobierno de la comunidad de San Víctor de Marsella, al igual que el resto de monasterio del condado de Cerdaña (incluidos Ripoll), hasta el 1111, que bajo la orden agustiniana quedó de nuevo bajo la jurisdicción de la Santa sede.
La iglesia que nos queda hoy en día se consagró en el año 1150, concretamente el 2 de noviembre, fechándose una anterior consagración de un templo existente ya en el año 887, momento de la fundación del monasterio.
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These two beautiful Mute Swans sharing a tender moment together is a nice way of ending August don't you think? See you all in September!! ;)
•Large, all-white waterfowl.
•Long, curved neck.
•Orange bill and black face.
"The Mute Swan is reported to mate for life. However, changing of mates does occur infrequently, and swans will remate if their partner dies. If a male loses his mate and pairs with a young female, she joins him on his territory. If he mates with an older female, they go to hers. If a female loses her mate, she remates quickly and usually chooses a younger male."
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The weight is unbearable, she wanted to say. But her heart was pounding and she was out of breath and her words were barely a whisper. She had lost the will to stand, and she was crying and crawling, hand over fist, clawing her way up a mountain that she could never master.
I could just let it go, and I would be lighter, free.
I could race up this hillside and on the other side of the shadow there would be sunlight and life and happiness.
But she held fast to her burden, carrying it between her teeth, for she had no hand free to hold it close.
She opened her eyes, and through the soft focus of tear-swelled eyes, she saw that there were others all around her, lifting their bodies against the pull of gravity, focusing on the cold earth beneath their fingers, whispering secrets to themselves as they blindly climbed uphill.
Take my hand, said a familiar voice.
There was a woman just beyond her reach, outlined in silhouette against the sky.
And so she pressed on, until she could take hold of the woman’s body, and together they continued climbing, climbing, alone in each other’s company.
When they reached the peak, the sunlight was fading, and she could just see the outlines of a lush green valley in the soft light of evening.
What have you carried all this way? asked the woman.
She spat her burden into the palm of her hand. It glistened in the golden light of the dying day, dark, throbbing hot against the chilly air.
My heart, she murmured.
Foggy winter morning at Pitt Meadows near Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada.
About this photo: Well, we've been battered by some snow storms here on the west coast of Canada in the last couple of weeks. In the area where I live we must have received about a foot (about 30cm) of snow if not more. The last dump of snow came to us on Monday morning and since then it has been freezing cold with temperatures below freezing, but the snow was replaced by blue skies and sunshine. I finally have been able to go out and enjoy the sunshine in the last couple of days.
This morning I had to take my mother in law to the hospital in Maple Ridge for cataract surgery. She would be there for about 3 hours and while she was getting her eye drops done and the procedure I decided to venture out and drive to beautiful Pitt Lake which was not far away. As I approach the lake I see lots of fog and when I am walking towards the lake the sun starts hitting the fog and I am in awe standing there while the fog rises and swirls around me. What an amazing sight. I cannot capture that feeling in a photo, but I hope this photo will give you an idea of how beautiful it was to stand there!
~Camera Settings:
*Camera Model: Sony ILCA-77m2
*Focal Length: 16mm
*F-Number: F/8
*Exposure Time: 1/60 sec.
*ISO Speed: ISO-100
*Exposure Program: Shutter Priority (A)
Thank you for dropping by!
Ann :)
Some information on the Pitt Lake area: Pitt Lake is located in Grant Narrows Regional Park in Pitt Meadows which is about 45 minutes east of downtown Vancouver. Pitt Lake is the second-largest lake in the Lower Mainland of British Columbia, being about 53.5 square km (20.5 square mi) in area. It is about 25km (15.6mi) long and about 4.5km (2.8mi) wide at its widest, and is also one of the world's largest tidal lakes, its confluence with the Fraser being only a few miles upstream from that river's estuary into the Strait of Georgia. Its southern tip, where the Pitt River resumes, is 40km (25mi) east of downtown Vancouver.
The upper Pitt River valley is a typical U-shaped glacial valley in the Coast Mountains of British Columbia. The over-deepening of the lower end of the valley over the span of the Wisconsin glaciation created a trough over 140m (462ft) below current sea level. After initial glacial retreat at around 13,000 years ago a saltwater fjord occupied this basin when relative sea levels were still ca 120m (396ft) to 140m (462ft) above current levels in the region. Unlike neighbouring Indian Arm and Howe Sound farther west this fjord basin became cut off by sedimentation of the lower Fraser River by ca 10,500 years ago and is now considered a tidal fjord lake.
The community of Pitt Meadows occupies the marshy lowland at the southern end of the lake, some of which has become drained and is known as the Pitt Polder. Just southwest of the lake is the community of Port Coquitlam, which is across the Pitt River from Pitt Meadows. At the north end of the lake is a locality named Alvin, which is a transport and shipping point for logging companies and their employees. The Upper Pitt, meaning the valley upstream from the lake, is considered BC's best fly-fishing rivers and one of its best steelhead streams.
The lake is popular with boaters and canoeists, but is prone to heavy winds and rains as well as big waves (due to its great depth). The mountain range on its east flank comprises Golden Ears Provincial Park, its basin to the north is in southern Garibaldi Provincial Park, while the mountain range on its west, northeast of Vancouver's Coquitlam Lake watershed reservoir, is Pinecone Burke Provincial Park. The waterfront and foreshore of the lake and river are public-access and include extensive migratory wildfowl habitat. There is a destination golfing resort in the Pitt Polder area called Swan-e-set.
The area along the east side of the lake is somewhat famous for being the reputed location of Slumach's lost gold mine, the location of many failed and sometimes disastrous searches for the alleged murderer's lost gold mine. (Info from Wikipedia)
HAY QUE VERLA EN GRANDE. LARGE VIEW.
Otra Polaroid, un poco alargada para que me entrase el reflejo de abajo. Supongo que ya todos sabeís dónde fue tomada y lo que miraban. Y los que no lo sepan aún que investiguen.
Estas semanas no tendré tiempo de comentaros las fotos, asi es que mi forma de deciros que he visto la foto y me ha gustado será añadirla a favoritos.
These weeks i haven't time to comment on all your photos, so my way of saying that I have seen the picture and I liked, it will add to favorites.
Peregrine Falcon; an immature
Found in Golf of Aden about 50 km at sea (North Of Somalia) It was about 30 cm heigh sitting on the ships deck and very shy.
Peregrine Falcon
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
The Peregrine Falcon (Falco peregrinus), also known simply as the Peregrine,[2] and historically as the "Duck Hawk" in North America,[3] is a cosmopolitan bird of prey in the family Falconidae. It is a large, crow-sized falcon, with a blue-gray back, barred white underparts, and a black head and "moustache". It can reach speeds over 320 km/h (200 mph) in a dive, making it the fastest animal in the world.[4] As is common with bird-eating raptors, the female is much bigger than the male.[5][6] Experts recognize 17–19 subspecies, which vary in appearance and range; there is disagreement over whether the distinctive Barbary Falcon is a subspecies or a distinct species.
The Peregrine's breeding range includes land regions from the Arctic tundra to the Tropics. It can be found nearly everywhere on Earth, except extreme polar regions, very high mountains, and most tropical rainforests; the only major ice-free landmass from which it is entirely absent is New Zealand. This makes it the world's most widespread bird of prey.[7] Both the English and scientific names of this species mean "wandering falcon", referring to the migratory habits of many northern populations.
While its diet consists almost exclusively of medium-sized birds, the Peregrine will occasionally hunt small mammals, small reptiles or even insects. It reaches sexual maturity at one year, and mates for life. It nests in a scrape, normally on cliff edges or, in recent times, on tall human-made structures.[8] The Peregrine Falcon became an endangered species in many areas due to the use of pesticides, especially DDT. Since the ban on DDT from the beginning of the 1970s onwards, the populations recovered, supported by large scale protection of nesting places and releases to the wild.[9]
When A Man Loves A Woman - Percy Sledge
The Monastery of Sant Benet de Bagés is a former Benedictine monastery, in the Catalan comarca of Bages. The Romanesque monastery was thoroughly restored at the beginning of the twentieth century by the Catalan architect Josep Puig i Cadafalch.
The monastery was founded about 950 by the noble Salla and his consort Ricarda, of the house of the viscounts of Osona . According to the founding legend, Salla traveled to Rome to have his institution authorized, and to have it depend directly on the Holy See, the usual method for preserving the community from interference from the bishop of Vic, in whose diocese it lay. The abbey church was consecrated 3 December 972, witnessed by a gathering of notables: Borrell II, Count of Barcelona, the bishops Frugifer of Vic, Guisad of Urgell and Pere of Barcelona, the viscount Guadald of Osona, and three of the four offspring of the recently deceased founder, his son Isarn and the sisters Quíxol and Ego, at the head of witnesses both laymen and priests, in a grand ceremonial recorded in the surviving act of consecration.
The community was dedicated to the Holy Trinity and to Benedict of Nursia (Sant Benét in Catalan) founder of the order, and Peter and Andrew, all guarantors of its future orthodoxy. The founder secured dispensations that the future abbots would be chosen from among their descendents, making the abbey a form of proprietary church, an agreement that would soon lead to disputes among the various branches of their lineage as to choice of abbots.
From 965, the abbey church held the supposed relics of Saint Valentine, enclosed in a wooden reliquary with plates of silver depicting miraclesa of Saint Valentine, rediscovered in 1863 in the church of Navarcles.At the beginning of the eleventh century the monastery passed under the direction of the Abbey of Saint Peter of Tomeras at Narbonne, from which the community freed itself in 1108. In 1125 Sant Benet de Bagés suffered from an attack by Moors that required a rebuilding, financed by local nobles who required in return the right to be buried in its consecrated ground.
The most splendid age of Sant Benet de Bagés was in the fourteenth century. The Black Death left the community with only two survivors, in a period that witnessed the beginning of its decline. On 9 November 1593, by order of Pope Clement VIII the community passed under the direction of the Abbey of Montserrat, and remained so until it was suppressed in 1820, serving as a place of retirement for Montserrat's community of monks. By the "law of desamortización" of 1835, all religious orders in Spain were required to render upo their possessions.The crumbling ancient structure attracted the interest of intellectuals who organised visits to it in the late nineteenth century. The architect Puig i Cadafalch and the painter Ramon Casas encouraged the mother of Casas to buy the property in 1907; in 1910 it passed into the hands of Casas, who commissioned Puig i Cadafalch to restore it. Since 2000, when it was purchased from Casas' heirs it has belonged to the Caixa de Manresa, a financial institution that has undertaken its maintenance.
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Sahyadri is one of the toughest mountains in the world. You can enjoy it's beauty in various places. Shivthar Ghal is one of such places. It is comparatively a small and rare place but must be seen and especially in the rainy season.
It is a place where Samarth Ramdas had written 'Dasbodh'- his famous manuscript. You must be amazing about this place and why Ramdas Swami had chosen this place, for his holy book but you never know it until you enter a small hall where Ramdas Swami used to sit, pray and write.
Shivthar Ghal is an area of silent beauty consists of lush green views of trees, mountains, a big waterfall and a river. Its a place where you can enjoy the clam and quite nature and really concentrate. It took almost 12 years to complete Dasbodh as Ramdas Swami dictated it and Kalyan Swami wrote it down. Now a days, the place is maintained by Shri Samarth Seva Mandal' and 'Sundarmath Seva samiti'.
Shivthar Ghal is a place worth to visit and enjoy the quite beauty of the nature and remember the famous saint in Maharashtra - Saint Ramdas and his Dasbodh.
Hilo de la Fotohistoria en Pullip .es: PULLIP.ES - BCN: Parque Guinardo - 26/02/2011
Meeting!! (2 of 5): L and the sweets /
Kedada!! (2 de 5): L y las chuches
(Read in order, this is: SHOT/FOTO 06 of 07) PAG: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07.
FOTOHISTORY: In English / En Español
Lyann: Here L, if you want we can share mine... Do you like the strawberry ones?
L: O_O T^T O_O T^T
/
Lyann: Toma L, si quieres te doy un poco del mío... Te gustan los de fresa?
L: O_O T^T O_O T^T
LINKS:
- Las FOTOHISTORIAS de Sheryl en el Foro de Pullips: Pullip .es
- Sheryl Photostories at Flickr
- Hilo de las Fotohistorias de Shin y Yashiro en el Foro de Pullips: Pullip .es
Todos sabemos ya que Castilla y León es una comunidad que atesora grandes valores naturales. Entre ellos, se encuentra el Parque Natural de las Hoces del río Duratón, en la provincia de Segovia.
El Duratón es un afluente del Duero, del que toma su nombre: "Duero pequeño", ya que "-ón" actúa en este caso como diminutivo, y no como aumentativo (como ocurre con "tapón", "ratón", etc.). Nace en Somosierra (Madrid) y desemboca cerca de Peñafiel (Valladolid). Durante su curso, se va encajando en las rocas dolomíticas que hoy día lo circundan.
Ese encajonamiento progresivo es el que va dando lugar a las hoces, llamadas así por su parecido con dicho apero de labranza. No es una tarea fácil. El río ha necesitado millones de años para disolver el carbonato cálcico y magnésico a la vez que trazaba, caprichoso, meandros como el que se aprecia en la imagen.
Cabe destacar entre la fauna más característica la colonia de buitre leonado, una de las mayores de toda Europa. No es difícil ver los nidos de estas aves en los cortados de las hoces.
No son los únicos que habitan en el parque. La diversidad es enorme. Se han llegado a catalogar 445 especies animales (130 de ellas son aves). ¡Ahí es nada!
Respecto a la vegetación es preciso distinguir los diferentes biotopos que podemos encontrarnos aquí: las parameras en la zona superior, los cortados y los bosques de ribera en el fondo del cañón, sin olvidar los pinares sobre la arena. Todo ello condiciona una amplia variedad de hábitats y, consecuentemente, una elevada biodiversidad: 572 son las especies vegetales registradas.
Para finalizar, quisiera hacer una breve reseña a la localidad de Sepúlveda, municipio en el que se encuentra la casa del parque. Su nombre "Septem Publica" se debe a las siete puertas de su muralla. La historia ha quedado reflejada en sus calles y sus monumentos. Su pintoresca estampa no escapa a los ojos del visitante.
En definitiva, el Parque Natural de las Hoces del Duratón es un lugar totalmente recomendable para visitar, disfrutar y aprender, tanto de la biología y geología del lugar, como del arte y la historia de sus municipios, sin olvidarnos de su exquisita gastronomía :)
Esto era solo una pincelada.
...♪♫♪♪ (...my eyes)
Es siempre tan especial esta hora, esta noche, este destino.
Es siempre tan oscuro y tan perverso,
siempre tan revelador... como el mejor de los engaños.
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It is always so special this hour, this night, this destination.
It is always so dark and so mean,
always so illuminating... like the best of the deceits
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plaza Murillo - la Paz
Bolivia
.- Este Busardo ratonero fue encontrado con heridas de perdigon (probablemente causadas por algun cazador). Llevado al Centro de Recuperacion de Fauna del Parc Natural dels Aiguamolls de l'Empordá, donde lograron recuperarlo y finalmente devolverlo a su medio en libertad. Este es el momento de su liberación. Foto realizada en condiciones controladas.
.- Wounded by a shotgun (probably by hunters), this Buzzard was found and took to the recovery unit in the Parc Natural dels Aiguamolls de l'Empordá (Girona, Spain). With great success, this is the moment of his release. Picture made under controlled conditions.
www.snakecatchers.com.au/snake-information.php
The common death adder (Acanthophis antarcticus) is a species of death adder native to Australia. It is one of the most venomous land snakes in Australia and globally. While it remains widespread (unlike related species), it is facing increased threat from the ongoing Australian cane toad invasion.[citation needed]
The common death adder has a broad flattened, triangular head and a thick body with bands of red, brown and black with a grey, cream or pink belly. It can reach a maximum body length of 70–100 centimetres (2.3–3.3 ft). Death adders possess the longest fangs of any Australian snake. Unlike the common or European adder (Vipera berus), the common death adder is a member of the Elapidae family, rather than the Viperidae family of snakes, which are not found in Australia.[2]
Distribution and habitat[edit]
The common death adder occurs over much of eastern and coastal southern Australia – Queensland, New South Wales, Victoria and South Australia. It is more scarce in the Northern Territory, Western Australia and the west parts of South Australia.[2] It is also native to Papua New Guinea.[1]
Common death adders are found in forests, woodlands, grasslands and heaths of the eastern coast of Australia. The death adder is a master of camouflage, due to its band stripes, hiding beneath loose leaf litter and debris in woodland, shrubland and grassland.[2]
Diet[edit]
Common death adders eat small mammals and birds as a primary diet. Unlike other snakes, the common death adder lies in wait for its prey (often for many days) until a meal passes. It covers itself with leaves—making itself inconspicuous—and lies coiled in ambush, twitching its grub-like tail close to its head as a lure. When an animal approaches to investigate the movement, the death adder quickly strikes, injecting its venom and then waits for the victim to die before eating it. The death adder is not aggressive and less of a threat to humans.[2]
Reproduction[edit]
Unlike most snakes, death adders produce litters of live young. In the late summer, a female death adder will produce a litter of live babies, approximately 3–20, however over 30 young have been recorded in a single litter.[2]
Oloron-Sainte-Marie, Pyrénées-Atlantiques (France).
♪♫ Listen / Escuchar (Celine Dion - Ave Maria) ♫♪
Vertorama of 2 shots.
ENGLISH
Oloron-Sainte-Marie is a commune of the Pyrénées-Atlantiques département in southwestern France.
Oloron Cathedral (Cathédrale Sainte-Marie d'Oloron-Sainte-Marie) is a Roman Catholic cathedral located in the town of Oloron-Sainte-Marie, France. It was the seat of the Bishopric of Oloron, suppressed by the Concordat of 1801.
Sources: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oloron-Sainte-Marie, en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oloron_Cathedral
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CASTELLANO
Oloron-Sainte-Marie es un municipio del sudoeste de Francia situado en el departamento de los Pirineos Atlánticos (64), en la región de Aquitania. Tiene, según el censo de 1999, 10.992 habitantes.
El nombre proviene de la fusión decretada en 1858 de los dos municipios vecinos de Oloron y Sainte-Marie. El nombre tradicional gascón es Auloron, escrito modernamente Aülourou. Auloron a su vez proviene del ibero Iluro, nombre con el que era conocida una ciudad situada en el lugar de la actual Oloron en la época romana.
La catedral de Santa María de Oloron es un edificio religioso construido por el vizconde de Bearn Gastón IV el Croata. Fue la sede episcopal de la antigua diócesis de Oloron, suprimida en 1802.
Su construcción comienza en 1102, año en que Gastón IV volvió de las cruzadas. De este primer estilo románico sólo queda la fachada esculpida por dos artistas. El primero realizó el tímpano (descenso de la cruz), cuatro capiteles y la entreventana.
El «Maestro de Santa María», tal como se conoce al segundo escultor, tenía mayor talento aún: la arquivolta más alta evoca el cielo con los 24 viejos de la apocalipsis. De cada lado surge un grupo esculpido: a la izquierda, un monstruo se traga un hombre, condenado por sus pecados; a la derecha, un caballero pisotea un enemigo vencido, la cara del cual muestra el espanto. Estas obras continúan siendo tradicionales por el tema, pero son originales por la variedad de las actitudes y el vigor de las expresiones. La otra arquivolta ofrece un contraste total: consagrada a las escenas de la vida terrestre, enseña una cacería de jabalí, la pesca de salmones y los diversos preparativos de un festín: todas estas figuras son sorprendentes por su vida y naturaleza.
El resto del edificio es de estilo gótico, y comprende una torre campanario, dos torres cuadradas y una cabecera con capillas radiantes.
Más info: es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oloron, ca.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catedral_de_Santa_Maria_d'Auloron
It won't dissapoint. View On Black
It was a nice autumn day. The weatherman said it will be a a little warm today. I just woke up and stared at the window. The fountain was still on. I forgot to turn it off last night and there was barely enough water to keep it flowing. I saw a couple of birds just basking and frolicking in the fountain...just enjoying their hearts content. I wish I had my camera ready to take a snapshot but I had errands to do. So in the afternoon when I got back, I set up my camera on a tripod by the window and hoped the birds would come back. I've waited and waited. 2 hours had passed. My patience was wearing thin. I was ready to call it a day when this bird just magically appeared on the fountain. I managed to snap three shots before it flew away when the pug, Milo, came and decided to check out the scene. I love how the late afternoon autumn sun cast a soft glow on the bird. It was worth all the wait, i thought.
"Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave the way open for [God's] wrath; for it is written, Vengeance is Mine, I will repay (requite), says the Lord"
(Romans 12:19, AMP).
We all go through situations where we’re not being treated fairly. Maybe somebody is talking behind your back or trying to make you look bad, maybe you were overlooked for a promotion or cheated in a business deal. When we’re being mistreated, the natural thing is to try to defend ourselves and set the record straight. Human nature wants to get even and get revenge. But the scripture says, “Vengeance is Mine… says the Lord.” That means God wants to make your wrongs right. He wants to pay you back for every unfair thing that has happened. He is a God of justice.
Notice what today’s scripture says: you can either avenge yourself or you can let God be your avenger, but you can’t have it both ways. If you take matters into your own hands, then God is going to step back and say, “Go ahead, do it your way. Looks like you don’t need My help.” But on the other hand, if we choose to stay on the high road and say, “No, I’m going to let God be my avenger and trust God to bring justice into my life”, then you are leaving the way open for God to move mightily on your behalf!
-Joel Osteen
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Hlavní železniční trať spojující Rusko s Mongolskem vede mezi městy Ulan-Ude a Sükhbaatar. V pohraniční oblasti trať využívá údolí řeky Selenga, která dosahuje délky toku 5539 km, což jej řadí na páté místo mezi nejdelšími řekami světa. Zároveň se jedná o největší přítok jezera Bajkal. Ve zmíněném údolí trať na několika místech přetnula původní tok této řeky a vzniklo několik slepých ramen, které s oblibou využívají rybáři. Na jednom takovém místě mezi mongolskou pohraniční stanicí Khoit a stanicí Sükhbaatar byl dne 2. října 2024 zachycen kontejnerový vlak, který směřoval z Ruska do Číny, v jehož čele byla ruská lokomotiva 2TE10M-2102 z depa Ulan-Ude. V roce 2024 zajišťovaly přeshraniční vozbu Ruské železnice (RŽD - Rossijskije železnyje dorogi), které se na této vozbě střídají v ročním intervalu s Mongolskými železnicemi (UBTZ - Ulaanbaatar Temer Zam).
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when habanero is the very first ingredient listed on the nutrition label, you know its gunna be hot. this sauce is rated at 50,000 scoville units. to put that in perspective, a jalapeno is between 2500 and 8000. habaneros are between 100,000 and 580,000. the scale goes up to 16,000,000. a couple drops of this is all you need to warm a bowl of chili. this is one of the latest additions.. i love hot sauce.
shot taken for strobist sundays, theme fruits & vegetables.
im also gunna use this for macro mondays, theme nuts.. cuz you've gotta be nuts to eat this stuff straight up!
strobist: lumopro lp120 fired via rf-602 at 1/1 power at wall behind subject with black foam core gobo. 580exii fired via rf-602 at 1/4 power held in my hand above subject. see setup shot below...
explored..
Icy wind blows between the houses, flashes quickly in the night on the streets of the rotten city. A shade, a woman, her eyes are shiver and charm, her look magnetize you, it won't let you go.
The photoshoot shows the creature in an own perspective, who became nowadays very popular in books, films and series. The vampire. The immortal being of the past, the present and the future.
Look at the whole series!
Az időn át - Vámpír krónikák (a jövő)
Jeges szél süvít a házak közt, fürgén cikázik az éjszakában a romlott város utcáin. Egy árny, egy nő, a szeme borzongás és igézet, megbűvöl a tekintete, nem ereszt.
A sorozat saját szemszögünkből mutatja be azt a lényt, aki mára oly divatossá vált könyvekben, filmekben és tévésorozatokban. A vámpírt. A múlt, a jelen és a jövő alakját, aki halhatatlansággal bír.
Nézd meg a sorozat többi darabját is!
Info:
Concept, model: Ágnes Vincze
Makeup artist: Dóra Vízhányó
Hair stylist: Gábor Antal
Clothing designer: Zsuzsa Pócs
Strobist info:
Metz 58 AF-1 @ 1/2 power + Carena CA21 @ full power at camera left 45º into a reflective white umbrella, fired with Phottix Tetra PT-04II wireless trigger
Strobist.hu info:
Metz 58 AF-1 @ 1/2 teljesítményen + Carena CA21 @ max. teljesítményen kamera bal 45º-ról, fehér visszaverő ernyőbe Phottix Tetra PT-04II-vel indítva.
there is always loads of sunshine the week of Thanksgiving-slash-my birthday. and this always irritates me slightly.
by now, i'm more than ready for cooler weather. and usually we've had a taste of it in the weeks prior. colder nights, sweater weather during the day, sometimes a bit of rain.
so, when Thanksgiving rolls around, i'm always disappointed at the flip flops and t-shirt weather that accompanies this handful of days.
i don't know why it seems to happens so frequently, but i can count on one hand the number of times that this week has actually been properly cold in the past dozen or so years (well, properly cold for Los Angeles, anyway).
i'm so ready to swap out the flip flops for a pair of comfy flat boots that i can tuck my jeans into. and some rain. and some hot cocoa.
EDIT: i'm well aware that it's a bit silly to be complaining about the weather when i live in Southern California. i love love love our weather for the most part. and no, i wouldn't want to live somewhere that goes freezing and hurls snow at me.
but dammit! i just would love it if it was BELOW 70 degrees for Thanksgiving! :)
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"3 x 5," by John Mayer
maybe I will tell you all about it when I'm
in the mood to lose my way
but let me say
you should have seen that sunrise with your own eyes
it brought me back to life
you'll be with me next time I go outside
no more 3x5's
El palacio fue proyectado por el arquitecto inglés Selden Wornun, en 1888, pero fue llevado a cabo por Benito Olasagasti, bajo la dirección del arquitecto José Goicoa. El palacio consta de sótano y tres plantas, las dos primeras eran las de uso privado y la última, abuhardillada, estaba reservada para la servidumbre.
San Sebastián se había convertido en la capital del turismo desde que a mediados del siglo XIX la familia real española comenzara a veranear en la ciudad. Esto dio lugar a que el Ayuntamiento empezara a barajar diferentes ubicaciones para edificar una residencia digna de los monarcas.
La Corporación Municipal finalmente optó por la ubicación actual tras desechar el adquirir el Palacio de Aiete, propiedad de la Duquesa de Bailén, y que, desde 1887, era utilizado por los Reyes como residencia de verano.
Sin embargo, la Reina María Cristina, "por no querer aceptar el sacrificio que supondría para el Ayuntamiento", compró, en 1888, la posesión que el Conde de Moviana tenía en Miraconcha
La primitiva finca ha ido ampliándose con diferentes adquisiciones, lo que le ha permitido crear un entorno envidiable de jardines y bosque.
La finca y Palacio de Miramar es, desde agosto de 1972, propiedad del Ayuntamiento de San Sebastián. Su situación sobre la Playa de La Concha y la Playa de Ondarreta hacen de él uno de los lugares más visitados por los donostiarras y por aquellos que visitan la ciudad.
Please View 'Crown Jewels' Large On Black
America isn't known for castles or treasure from past kings on display in countless museums. America's crown jewels are it's wilderness, landscapes and natural wealth. Nothing probably signifies that more than Yellowstone, our first National Park.
Here we have an icon of the Park that has to be one of the most photographed things on earth: Old Faithful Geyser erupting. Behind lurks another national treasure: Old Faithful Inn.
Designed by architect Robert Reamer, Old Faithful Inn is a magnificent example of “Parkitecture” on a massive scale. From the National Park Service:
The building is an exposed log and wood-frame structure of rustic design and gigantic proportions: nearly 700 feet in length and a central core seven stories high.
Old Faithful Inn is one of the few remaining log hotels in the United States. The Inn is a masterpiece of rustic architecture in its stylized design and fine craftsmanship. Its influence on American architecture, particularly park architecture, was immeasurable in its uses of natural materials to create a feeling of high-style rusticity. In a broad sense the design of the Inn parallels architectural ideas being used in hotel construction today with its enormous multi-story lobby surrounded by levels of galleries.
Old Faithful Inn undoubtedly is the queen of rustic hotels in the national parks. Its use of natural materials, allusions to pioneer building techniques, and strong ties with its site through the use of onsite materials are three key principles of rustic design with which National Park Service architects worked through World War II.
It was a sunny Tuesday afternoon and it was approximately 84 degrees outside.
You were sitting in my room complaining about how hot it was. I didn't complain because you already knew how much I adored this weather. I observed you, and I could see this expression of "I'm dying." upon your face. I suggested we go to the beach for a while. You got up right away and said "You're so smart. That's a great idea." I giggled because even you could have come up with that, but I suppose you were too hot to even think.
I changed into some denim ripped shorts and a flowy tank top. You, of course, we're screwed because you wore jeans and a t-shirt. but it didn't matter.
you always seemed to manage.
i grabbed some sun-block and towels and we headed out to your car.
It was pretty hot in there. I said "Wow, I can't even breathe." and so we rolled down the windows. We got on the 10 freeway and there wasn't much traffic, which was awesome because the faster we got there, the better. We put on our ipods, you started off with some loud hardcore music, i didn't mind. I was actually getting the hang of it and even started building a like for it. Then, I blasted some Taylor Swift. You weren't such a big fan, but you didn't mind it either. While you kept your eyes on the road, I kept my eyes on the sky and started imagining all the fun we were going to have on this really hot day.
You held my hand and I started playing with your fingers. We held hands until our palms started getting sweaty. We released them, and we started giggling saying "ewwwwwww." we were such children.
we're about 5 minutes away and we can already see the pier and the ocean. we make our way into the parking lot. once we're parked, we get out of the car and I start running away from you, making my way towards the sand. you go after me and say "Girl, where do you think you're going?" I laugh and let you catch up to me. You wrap your arm around me and we see what looks like a huge family of seagulls. You look at me and give me that smirk. I already know what you're thinking. I say "Honey, leave them alone. They're just cute little birds. They aren't doing a thing to us." You laugh because I always had the habit of defending animals. You take me by the hand and start running. I couldn't stop myself and so there we were. We chased after the seagulls making funny noises at them, scaring them away. I couldn't help but to just laugh. You say "Wasn't that fun?" I reply "it was a workout." after the seagull chase, we find ourselves a nice spot to lay our stuff down. There's children everywhere playing with their shovels and buckets, making mud pies. I suggest that we build a sandcastle. and so we do. at the end, we're both very satisfied with our castle and I proudly declare that you're the prince and I'm the princess. you give me a soft kiss on the cheek and call me "dork."
the sun kissed our skin beautifully with its warmth and its rays shining down upon us.
you roll up your jeans halfway and we start to walk towards the ocean. as the waves come crashing down, I start squealing because I can feel the cold water wash over my feet. You begin splashing me with your hands and I kick you on the side of your leg. I then start splashing you back. You don't care that you didn't bring extra clothes. you simply enjoy the moment you're having and forget about everything that doesn't matter. After an hour of spending some time in the water, we walk back to our things and I dip my little red-painted toes in the sand and giggle like a child as I move them around. You pull up and sit next to me. We both start shivering because we got completely wet. I grab a towel and wrap it around our frail little shoulders. I ask how you're feeling and you reply "Much better, I'm so happy we did this." As you look up into the sky, I look at you. Amazed. Of what? Only I knew. We never had a day like this. It felt completely magical. As the sun starts going down, we question if we should stay or leave. In the end, we decide to stay. We fall asleep for a while on the towels we laid out.
we wake up and its already dark. you help me up and we walk towards a lifeguard dock. we then just sit there, observing the stars. I look afar, and I see what looks like a big sparkly star. Amused, i say to you "oh my gosh! do you see that star?! its so big! and it sparkles like no other!" You look, and then you reply "Oh baby. That's not a star, that's a helicopter." To my dissapointment, you were right. I look down feeling stupid, and you simply lift my chin up and say "You know, some things aren't what they seem. But you and I, we're real. We're up in the night sky, and we sparkle, twice as much as all the other stars." You point out a star, one that I had not seen, and it was sparkling, so bright. It made its reflection upon the ocean, and you were right. Once again.
I lay there in your arms, with my head resting upon your chest, and I can feel your heartbeat. As I'm there, the lyric "You belong with me, not swallowed in the sea." makes its way into my head.
The night was perfect.
Our day at the beach, it was perfect.
and it will forever remain in my heart.
[P.s. Ta-da! I hope you enjoyed this little story that I made up lol. I'm working on my writing and story-telling soooo, bear with me. One day I'll write a perfectly nice story that makes sense. :) and I uploaded this photo in the past, but deleted it, and uploaded it once again to tell this story.]
fr: Un coup d'oeil sur la bastide à travers les arcades III, Monpazier, Périgord, Dordogne, France
*"HDR" from 3 different exposures - no Photomatix - blending mean + minimum of 3 pictures - EXIF from -1ev Exposure - Tripod - WB asjusted to 3000K High fluorescent.
you REALLY have to view it BIGGER On Black or the boogeyman will get you! :-)
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The real challenge on this series is to find the right WB setting for a consistant look and feel. Still more pictures from this series coming soon...
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*History: This town was founded in 1284 by the English King, Edward I, who was also had the title of Duke of Aquitaine. It is an example of an almost completely preserved bastides, which were fortified towns, built in the areas disputed by England and France in the 12th century. This attractive and peaceful village has a turbulent and violent history at the hands of various protagonists.
*Histoire: Monpazier est sans nul doute la bastide anglaise la mieux conservée du périgord par sa place à arcades, ses ruelles, ses maisons, ses églises et les vestiges de ses fortifications.
La ville forme un quadrilatère de 400 mètres sur 220 mètres dont le grand axe est orienté du Sud vers le nord. Toutes les maisons sont d'égales dimensions et sont séparées par d'étroits intervalles (andrones) prévus pour limiter la propagation des incendies.
Cette bastide fut fondée le 7 janvier 1284 par Edouard 1er, roi d'angleterre et duc d'angleterre sur des terrains cédés par le baron Pierre de Gontaut Biron. Ses habitants bénéficiaient de nombreux avantages comme l'exemption d'impôt et l'abolition du droit seigneurial.
Pendant la guerre de cent ans, Monpazier changea plusieurs fois de main. En 1637 une révolte de 8000 croquant naquit à Monpazier.
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