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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.
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.
Will I believe you when you say
Your hand will guide my every way
Will I receive the words You say
Every moment of every day
Well I will walk by faith
Even when I cannot see
because this broken road
Prepares Your will for me
Help me to RID my endless fears
You've been so faithful for all my years
With the one breath You make me new
Your grace covers all I do
yeah, yeah , yeah, yeah, ya
well i will walk by faith
even when i cannot see
because this broken road
prepares your will for me
Well I'm broken- but I still see Your face
Well You've spoken- pouring Your words of grace
Well I will walk by faith
Even when I cannot see
Well because this broken road
Prepares Your will for me
(Repeat)
Well I will walk by faith
Even when I cannot see
Well because this broken road
Prepares Your will for me...
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Il campanile di Giotto è la torre campanaria di Santa Maria del Fiore, la cattedrale di Firenze, e si trova in piazza del Duomo.
Le sue fondamenta furono scavate attorno al 1298 all'inizio del cantiere della nuova cattedrale, quando capomastro era Arnolfo di Cambio.
La posizione inusuale del campanile, allineato con la facciata, riflette la volontà di conferirgli una grande importanza come segno di forte verticalità al centro della Insula Episcopalis, oltre probabilmente alla necessità pratica di liberare la visuale della zona absidale per la grande cupola, prevista sin dal progetto arnolfiano.
Nel 1334 Giotto di Bondone subentrò nell'incarico di capomastro[1] occupandosi subito della costruzione del primo piano del campanile e disinteressandosi - secondo quanto sostiene una leggenda - del cantiere della basilica.
Giotto fornì un progetto originale del campanile, con una terminazione a cuspide piramidale alta 50 braccia fiorentine (circa 30 metri), secondo cui l'elevazione totale sarebbe dovuta essere di 110-115 metri circa (l'altezza attuale è invece di 84,75 metri).
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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.
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It is strange how the light changes a landscape. I was shooting moving waves and a wonderful sunset at the adriatic coast accompanied by my patient family. When we were about to head back I saw this beautiful photographic scene and decided to do a couple of long exposures to try to capture the moon reflection in the sea. The D80 captured the colors wonderfully and a perfect day got a perfect ending.
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This photo is one of 150 Timelapse photos.
In the fifties of the 19th century, Sir Moses Montefiore initiated the establishment of a new neighborhood outside the walls of Jerusalem due to the high population density in the city within the wall, first established a windmill (1857) that was brought over from England so it would constitute a new source of income for residents.
The neighborhood was called Mishkenot-Shaananim (dwelling of complacent) inspired by The Book Of Isaiah 32,18: "And my people shall dwell in a peaceable habitation, and in sure dwellings, and in quiet resting places". And is designed to reflect the complacency of the residents who dared to leave the security of the city walls. At the end of the building there were hardly any families who would agree to settle there because of fear of robbery and the long distance, so the founders decided to give the houses free of charge.
Today the place has become a prestigious neighborhood and inhabited mostly artists, writers, painters and wealthy individuals.
בשנות החמישים של המאה ה-19 יזם משה מנטיפיורי הקמת שכונה חדשה מחוץ לחומות ירושלים עקב צפיפות אוכלוסין בעיר שבתוך החומה, תחילה הוקמה תחנת רוח (1857) שהובאה במיוחד מאנגליה כדי שתהווה מקור פרנסה לתושבים החדשים, (לפני זמן הוצג גזיר עיתון שהתפרסם באנגליה מאותה תקופה -דרוש עובד לתחנת הקמח בירושלים), השכונה נקראת משכנות שאננים בהשראת פסוק מספר ישעיהו פרק ל"ב, פסוק י"ח: "וישב עמי בנווה שלום ובמשכנות מבטחים ובמנוחת שאננות", ונועד לשקף את "שאננותם" של מתיישביה שהעזו לעזוב את הביטחון היחסי שהיקנו להם חומות העיר, מכיוון שלאחר סיום הבנייה כמעט ולא היו בנמצא משפחות שניאותו להתיישב במקום, מפחד השודדים בלילה וריחוק המקום ממרכז היישוב היהודי. על כן הוחלט לתת את הבתים נחלה לצמיתות. כיום המקום הפך לשכונה יוקרתית .ומתגוררים בה בעיקר אומנים, סופרים, ציירים ואנשים אמידים. צולם בחג הסוכות תשע"ג
Taken at Sukkot holyday in Jerusalem, Israel.
A TImelapse journey through Israel project.
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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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- Marcus Aurelius
Nikon D90 with AF-S DX NIKKOR 35mm f/1.8G
ISO 200, f/22.0, 1/30 sec
Manual focus, aperture-priority mode
Mounted on tripod (Manfrotto 322RC2 Grip Action Ball Head and 055XPROB Legs)
Triggered using Nikon ML-L3 wireless remote
Photomatix - Exposure blend of 3 shots at 0, -2, and +2 EV, Highlights&Shadows-Adjust
Taken at sunrise at the Embarcadero in San Francisco (near Howard Street).
Since I haven't had the time to go shooting lately, I thought I'd go through my archives and see if there's anything I missed posting the first time... I shot this about two months ago and ended up posting one taken before sunrise with the Tokina 11-16mm. Looking back now, I really like the way the sun passed through the bridge during sunrise that day.
I think this shot just makes me feel thankful to be alive, to be healthy, and to have a wonderful family! Have a great weekend everyone!
EXPLORE #104 on 10/16/09!!!
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.
The sky is her blue eyes
Begin to open
The storm is upon me
But I'm chasing the sun
And she's got me down on my knees
Trying to crawl
Through all of the winter
Through all of the fall...
She's like a sweet summer
A sweet summer day
And I can't let her
I can't let her go to waste
She's like a sweet summer day
I want to breathe in her air
I want to crash through the waves
Into her fields where
These memories are made...
Now there's no turning back
I'm lost somewhere deep inside of you
The clouds have been lifted
And you're breaking through...
- The Calling
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I stayed one night in Venice a week ago. During daytime it was crowded but in the evening most tourists left for cheaper hotels in Mestre. So during the dark hours Venice is quiet and peaceful - almost abandoned.
I left my tripod at home so I had to use my creativity to find good angels with the available natural support. This is the view I could get from the steps down to the water. In the back you see the island of San Giorgio Maggiore where the basilica is a famous landmark seen from the Piazza San Marco. The church was finished in 1580. In the front the gondolas move up and down like restless black horses waiting for a ride.
It has been photographed countless times but I still hope you enjoy this capture as a different take on a classic view.
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
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My wife was kindly doing the driving while I gazed out to sea. We rounded
a turn and I caught a glimpse of what I thought was a natural bridge down
below. We had to drive a bit before we found a place to turn out which
meant I was hoofing it back up the hill. There is was, a natural bridge
that looked something like an elephants head with the image dominating Point
Sur volcanic rock in the distance. I timed my shot to coincide with the
light of the Point Sur light station. We were really enjoying watching the
waves roll in off the crystal blue Pacific and turn to a foamy white. A
short ways down the road we discovered a sign indicating that tours of the
Point Sur lighthouse are available on Wednesdays and again on the weekends.
We agreed that we'd revisit the site and take the tour at some future date.
We could see the light from the Point Sur lighthouse as far north as
Carmel's Point Lobos. he weather couldn't have been better so we continued
down California's Highway One headed towards Pfeiffer Beach.
Darv
© Darvin Atkeson
June 16, 2010
this is what you call my bad day.
as i continue to grow older each day i feel more and more like a child.
i cant help but admit i have less and less inspiration/ideas :( i feel as though my creativity is running out or expiring. i tried my hardest to think of a good spell photo for today, but it just didnt happen. tomorrow i have a phobia planned though.
thank you for your kind words everyone. i feel as though it is just today though :P
i do however, love how this one tells a story.
i am reminded everytime i go up to the forest as to why i hate dogs. guhh theyre so annoying, territorial, and make me fear them because theyre so ferocious.
Explored #72 thanks so much :)
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).
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Vertorama of 2 shots.
ENGLISH
Oloron-Sainte-Marie is a commune of the Pyrénées-Atlantiques département in southwestern France.
Oloron Cathedral (Cathédrale Sainte-Marie d'Oloron-Sainte-Marie) is a Roman Catholic cathedral located in the town of Oloron-Sainte-Marie, France. It was the seat of the Bishopric of Oloron, suppressed by the Concordat of 1801.
Sources: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oloron-Sainte-Marie, en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oloron_Cathedral
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CASTELLANO
Oloron-Sainte-Marie es un municipio del sudoeste de Francia situado en el departamento de los Pirineos Atlánticos (64), en la región de Aquitania. Tiene, según el censo de 1999, 10.992 habitantes.
El nombre proviene de la fusión decretada en 1858 de los dos municipios vecinos de Oloron y Sainte-Marie. El nombre tradicional gascón es Auloron, escrito modernamente Aülourou. Auloron a su vez proviene del ibero Iluro, nombre con el que era conocida una ciudad situada en el lugar de la actual Oloron en la época romana.
La catedral de Santa María de Oloron es un edificio religioso construido por el vizconde de Bearn Gastón IV el Croata. Fue la sede episcopal de la antigua diócesis de Oloron, suprimida en 1802.
Su construcción comienza en 1102, año en que Gastón IV volvió de las cruzadas. De este primer estilo románico sólo queda la fachada esculpida por dos artistas. El primero realizó el tímpano (descenso de la cruz), cuatro capiteles y la entreventana.
El «Maestro de Santa María», tal como se conoce al segundo escultor, tenía mayor talento aún: la arquivolta más alta evoca el cielo con los 24 viejos de la apocalipsis. De cada lado surge un grupo esculpido: a la izquierda, un monstruo se traga un hombre, condenado por sus pecados; a la derecha, un caballero pisotea un enemigo vencido, la cara del cual muestra el espanto. Estas obras continúan siendo tradicionales por el tema, pero son originales por la variedad de las actitudes y el vigor de las expresiones. La otra arquivolta ofrece un contraste total: consagrada a las escenas de la vida terrestre, enseña una cacería de jabalí, la pesca de salmones y los diversos preparativos de un festín: todas estas figuras son sorprendentes por su vida y naturaleza.
El resto del edificio es de estilo gótico, y comprende una torre campanario, dos torres cuadradas y una cabecera con capillas radiantes.
Más info: es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oloron, ca.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catedral_de_Santa_Maria_d'Auloron
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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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when habanero is the very first ingredient listed on the nutrition label, you know its gunna be hot. this sauce is rated at 50,000 scoville units. to put that in perspective, a jalapeno is between 2500 and 8000. habaneros are between 100,000 and 580,000. the scale goes up to 16,000,000. a couple drops of this is all you need to warm a bowl of chili. this is one of the latest additions.. i love hot sauce.
shot taken for strobist sundays, theme fruits & vegetables.
im also gunna use this for macro mondays, theme nuts.. cuz you've gotta be nuts to eat this stuff straight up!
strobist: lumopro lp120 fired via rf-602 at 1/1 power at wall behind subject with black foam core gobo. 580exii fired via rf-602 at 1/4 power held in my hand above subject. see setup shot below...
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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.
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.
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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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Walking in the woods at Great Falls Virginia, I happened across this creature. It was huge ... maybe an 8-10" wingspan. It was very still and I thought it might be dead. I bent down and blew on it ... it didn't move. My first thought was, "Fantastic - it's dead! I can take it into a spot with good lighting and go to town with my macro lens!!" I envisioned all the amazing shots I could take while it didn't move. Sweet.
But ... I'm a wimp, and afraid to touch bugs and such. I asked my husband if he would move it for me, but he (a self-described "indoorsy" man) said he would only do so with a stick. I didn't want it to be damaged and I *really* wanted to photograph it, so I screwed up my courage and picked it up by the corner of the wing. I was so proud of my bravery!!
I carried it for a long time and was really itching to shoot it, but our trail wasn't emerging into a more well-lit area so I decided to put it down on a rock and get my fix with a few shots and then I would pick it up again and carry it to a more appropriate spot.
Well, when I put it down, what do you think happened? It *moved*! It was alive. OMG!! It must have been near death because it didn't really go anywhere so I still had the opportunity to shoot it. But, it was quite dark in the woods and I didn't have a tripod so I didn't get the shots I had been fantasizing about, but I did get these and I'm happy to at least have captured it. (Of course, it goes without saying that since I now knew it was alive I was too freaked out to pick it up again.)
It's amazing how huge and fat and furry and white its body was! I guess it needs those ginormous wings in order to carry itself around!
Barcelona.
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Park Güell (Catalan: Parc Güell [ˈparɡ ˈɡweʎ]) is a garden complex with architectural elements situated on the hill of El Carmel in the Gràcia district of Barcelona, Catalonia, Spain. It was designed by the Catalan architect Antoni Gaudí and built in the years 1900 to 1914. It is part of the UNESCO World Heritage Site "Works of Antoni Gaudí".
The park was originally part of a commercially unsuccessful housing site, the idea of Count Eusebi Güell, whom the park was named after. It was inspired by the English garden city movement; hence the original English name Park (in the Catalan language spoken in Catalonia where Barcelona is located, the word for "Park" is "Parc", and the name of the place is "Parc Güell" in its original language). The site was a rocky hill with little vegetation and few trees, called Muntanya Pelada (Bare Mountain). It already included a large country house called Larrard House or Muntaner de Dalt House, and was next to a neighborhood of upper class houses called La Salut (The Health). The intention was to exploit the fresh air (well away from smoky factories) and beautiful views from the site, with sixty triangular lots being provided for luxury houses. Count Eusebi Güell added to the prestige of the development by moving in 1906 to live in Larrard House. Ultimately, only two houses were built, neither designed by Gaudí. One was intended to be a show house, but on being completed in 1904 was put up for sale, and as no buyers came forward, Gaudí, at Güell's suggestion, bought it with his savings and moved in with his family and his father in 1906.[1] This house, where Gaudí lived from 1906 to 1926, was built by Francesc Berenguer in 1904. It contains original works by Gaudí and several of his collaborators. It is now the Gaudi House Museum (Casa Museu Gaudí) since 1963. In 1969 it was declared a historical artistic monument of national interest.
Bueno creo que voy a cambiar un poco el tercio de sacar archivos de mi biblioteca, y vamos a empezar a subir foto recién salidas del horno, esta tarde de domingo he llevado a mi novia después de comer a dar un paseo, por un sitio diferente, hemos ido a caminar por la arena mientras que yo me entretenía haciendo alguna que otra foto en Calnegre, ella no había estado nunca por esta zona, asique como si fuésemos niños jeje…
Nota: Este procesado ha sido cosa de mi novia, yo he ido haciendo cosas y ella me decía, “así mejor, ahora no, ahora sí” Procesado con objetos inteligentes y una capa de niveles para el reflejo.
Esta foto se la dedico a todo el mundo, hay que ver que grandes son las pequeñas cosas…
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"To take away a chapel from the sick, disadvantaged and downtrodden is one of the lowest acts this government could approve."
Today's Advertiser published a reader's letter about the closure of the chapel:
"MANY citizens are appalled at the closure of the chapel on the Glenside campus.
The chapel, a heritage building, is now owned by the Arts Department and a room has been set up in the Grove division of Glenside as a "contemplation room".
This new ownership was confirmed by staff at Glenside.
When I enquired about this room I was ushered down a corridor to a room with six chairs and an organ - this was the substitute:
A contemplation room and it was locked.
What a disgrace. We should be able to pride ourselves on religious freedom.
This would be one of the most disgusting and insensitive episodes on the Glenside campus.
To take away a chapel from the sick, disadvantaged and downtrodden is one of the lowest acts this government could approve.
The "old chapel" has been used for numerous funerals by the next of kin/relations and friends for deceased patients.
Many comments have been made by the loved ones on the serenity and beauty of this chapel during their times of bereavement and sadness.
Many of our forefathers came to this state to seek religious freedom and for this Government to accept and sanction this closure defies description.
Shame on you, Mr Rann, to allow this to happen."
JS, Burnside. From letter to The Advertiser.
After 139 years of being a mental health service facility, patients will no longer be able to sit here and watch the sunset. This has now become the playground for the South Australian Film Corporation as part of the new $43 million Adelaide Film and Screen Hub. The patients will have to wait another 5 years or more until the new hospital and associated non-denominational space are constructed.
Originally built as a combined chapel and dining room in 1880, it was used solely as a dining room until 1970 as well as for screening films for patient entertainment. After renovations were completed in 1970/1971, it became the hospital chapel.
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* am not sure if i'm meant to note that this is my entry in the 64 challenge group
saturday night saw me at my third concert in one year of The Band Who Shall Not Be Named. our seats were off to the side and i was able to capture the near-exact moment that the delicate, rainbow colored, paper butterflies were shot out into the air to float down onto the roaring crowd, during "Love in Japan" it's a brilliant sight and everyone goes mental when they are released.
bonus: the Lead Singer Who Shall Not Be Named is doing his spastic, like-he's-just-been-shot, dance down the runway with his blue jacket flying up behind him.
and still, as i said prior to this:
shhhhhh. for they are my guilty pleasure.
hipsters (and loads of others!) will undoubtedly mock me for lack of "coolness". Coldplay is far too palatable for the mainstream audience to ever have an edge. and being cool and liking bands that are edgy is clearlythe way to go.
so, if you accuse me of liking Coldplay? i will deny it aloud vehemently. maybe.
or perhaps, after this weekend, i think i don't care that much anymore about being "cool". ;)
duncan dhu - una calle de paris
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Es coneix com a Barri Vell la part de la ciutat que es troba –o es trobava– delimitada per les muralles medievals i els baluards d'època moderna. És la Girona d'abans de 1895, anterior a l'enderroc de les muralles del Pla de Girona. Dins seu, hi ha els principals monuments de Girona i tot l'urbanisme primigeni i primitiu de la ciutat. Aquest barri fou objecte d'una profunda renovació a partir de 1982 per part de l'ajuntament, que n'emprengué una rehabilitació i recuperació, tot enfocant-lo vers el turisme. Després de gairebé dos decennis, el Barri Vell és el principal pol d'atracció turística de la ciutat, amb una gran part d'immobles rehabilitats i l'urbanisme recuperat, especialment el del call jueu.
aqui es va rodar la pelicula el perfum dirigida per Tom Tykwer i interpretada per Dustin Hoffman y Ben Whishaw tambe s'ha rodat parcialmente a Barcelona y Munich.
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Se conoce como Barrio Viejo la parte de la ciudad que se encuentra -o se encontraba- delimitada por las murallas medievales y los baluartes de época moderna. Es la Gerona de antes de 1895, anterior al derribo|escombro de las murallas del Plan|Llano de Gerona. Dentro de sede, hay los principales monumentos de Gerona y todo el urbanismo primigenio y primitivo de la ciudad. Este barrio fue objeto de una profunda renovación a partir de 1982 por parte del ayuntamiento, que emprendió una rehabilitación y recuperación, enfocándolo hacia el turismo. Después de casi dos decenios, el Barrio Viejo es el principal polo de atracción turística de la ciudad, con una gran parte de inmuebles rehabilitados y el urbanismo recuperado, especialmente el de la judería judía.
aqui se rodó la pelicula el perfume dirigida por Tom Tykwer e interpretada por Dustin Hoffman y Ben Whishaw tambe se ha rodado parcialmente en Barcelona y Munich.
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Here is another in my new ongoing series. The plan is to pair each picture in the set with a poem by our best known local poet, Byron Herbert Reece, who lived and wrote in the Choestoe area of Union County, Georgia, less than 20 miles from my home. The name Choestoe - pronounced "Chowee Stowee" is a Cherokee Indian word usually translated as "the place of the Dancing Rabbits.
I've started the set with a few pictures that I took in early July at the Byron Herbert Reece Farm and Heritage Center. If you click on the set to the right you can learn more about the poet and the efforts to preserve his legacy.
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Poem # 6:
A GREATER SHINING
Man for his morsel has a dusty bread
served up for nurture from time's under-table
where it was stored to feed him by the dead.
This diet of darkness had suborn him sable
save that his form's wrapped in a shawl of sun
whose needles plying on the crimson course
the blood conducts about his warp of bone
web his frail flesh into that firey source.
When in death's attitude the cells go dark
and earth has back again that flesh that rose
from the primeval posture of repose
to reason and unrest, the sun must mark
its buried atoms, and command them make
a greater shining for the shadow's sake.
from Bow Down in Jericho - 1950
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Last weekend we went to South Stack on Anglesey. The area is an RSPB reserve where many seabirds can be seen nesting on the cliffs. The small island is reached by a bridge and tours allow visitors to climb to the top of the lighthouse.
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Iridonia, the gateway to the Outer Rim.
The red sphere was a dry, harsh world, the home to the hardy Zabrak. The Zabrak had a centuries-long tradition of hyperspace trade, rivalries with the Duros, and a shareholder’s slice of the pie when it came to making decisions about hyperspace tariffs. Their homeworld’s placement provided leverage, leverage that the current regime was glad to exploit.
The House of Kesh had ruled Iridonia for decades. Lord Kesh had proven himself a violent, unstable, vain tyrant who murdered outsiders and made his own people slaves. The rest of the galaxy might have ignored this, but Kesh also made a habit of choking the Coruscant-Dantooine hyperlanes. Hitting people’s bottom lines was a good way to draw their attention.
For over a month, a growing team of CFS diplomats had been hunkered down on Iridonia to try to negotiate a deal with its government, working to arrive at some sort of agreement, both among themselves and the Iridonian leadership. Everyone in the room had different priorities: some represented the CFS Merchant Core and just wanted to relax tariffs, others had the plight of the people in mind. Some wanted to take Kesh before a trial, deal with things peacefully. Others at the table would rather see him dead.
A sandstorm of intrigue surrounded the diplomats since the moment they arrived. Spies hung on every corner and doorway: CFS spies and Iridonian spies, and spies working for individual diplomats, advancing causes unbeknownst to their colleagues. While the gears of diplomacy grinded on, some had initiated more direct action.
Forgun Bohani had been the third diplomat to arrive in the Iridonian court. He was a clever old man, always watching and listening, who found himself on the side of a peaceful transition of power. He had listened to the bickering in the court long enough to decide a fresh voice was needed. He knew exactly who to summon: a young diplomat who had negotiated terms at Kril’Dor after the Pyerce insurrection, a rising star named Lan Honn. Honn seemed intelligent, studious, and honorable, precisely what was needed here. Bohani sent a message asking for Honn’s help, offering himself as a sponsor.
When the message arrived, Lan Honn was struck speechless. Once he had composed himself, calmed his excited nerves, and closed his gaping jaw, he jumped at the opportunity with appropriate seriousness. He became a tireless student of the Iridonian situation as he traveled, pouring over not only the current stakes of the negotiation, but Iridonian culture, art, and history. Anything that might help him understand their point of view. He stared out the viewport of his transport at the grim, dust-red planet’s surface.
Though he would soon join the CFS entourage, he chose to mask his arrival by docking at a swoop slum far from the city center. He traveled in plainclothes accompanied only by his bodyguard, the dangerous Esno Bo’Barbi.
The landing pad was deserted. The only people in sight were offworlders who looked more than worse-for-wear. As Honn and Bo’Barbi walked down the gangplank, a fat, bearded Lannik approached.
Honn turned to his companion. “Here comes Dak Sirah, a rogue if ever there was one, true and merry-faced though he be.”
“Aye,” replied the gruff Bo’Barbi. “Untiring after his own interest. Though if his and ours overlap, he becomes a useful fellow.”
Honn smiled at Sirah. “Dak! It’s good to see you. Live you on borrowed credits, or your own?”
“Lan Honn!” cried the bearded man. “Prince among men! Don’t you look…discrete. For once, I’m the handsomer of us two! For a diplomat, you make a lousy first impression, y’know. Don’t jest about my finances, I try to do my best.”
Honn grinned. “You’ve never once succeeded, though you’re not without other merit.”
Sirah peered at him. “Honest for a diplomat, too. Let’s put aside the squabbling, eh? I’m here on Bohani’s behalf, he got your message and sent me to lead you to the courts. I’d say welcome, but there’s nothing welcoming about Iridonia at present. What do you know about the situation, Honn?”
“I’ve read up on my way.”
“Ah! Of course you have. I should’ve known.”
“But pretend I haven’t. I want to hear it from your perspective.”
Dak sighed. “It’s a port of wolves, Honn. The Iridonians waste no pity or kindness on their own people, much less the Duros or offworlders. Both sides watch each other, constant with their spies. Yours truly, in fact, does some work on the side for Lord Bohani! Though, come to think of it, I wasn’t meant to let on to that.”
“I would think Bohani would bring on tighter-lipped spies. Though he’d be hard-pressed to find one more likable.”
“Ahhh, that’s my trick, there. No one suspects a guy like me to do anything more subtle than a public one-man-show! Keeps ‘em off the scent. It’s a good thing you’re here, Honn. It’s all been infighting and circling so far. Every day new proposals, new amendments, but nothin’ seems to stick. They’ve needed some fresh ideas, I think you’re just the one for it.”
“Thank you, Dak. I mean to be of service.”
Sirah scoffed. “You seem nervous. You kidding me? You’ll do great, you’re a bright guy. A lot brighter than some of the statues they’ve got at the table right now. Scaft, I nearly forgot to greet your bodyguard. Mister Bo’Barbi, the most dangerous man in the galaxy, enemy to nere’do’wells! A title I hope I don’t merit.”
Bo’Barbi raised an eyebrow. “An enemy to flatterers, too, mister Sirah.”
“Ah . . . Point taken. Lovely to make your acquaintance, sir! Ol’ Dak means no harm, no harm at all.” Sirah crinkled his jolly face. “Not unless you’re a bottle of Mantelli Scotch, anyway.”
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just when i thought i found it, i lost it.
today love is the movement. :)
To Write Love on Her Arms is a non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury and suicide. TWLOHA exists to encourage, inform, inspire and also to invest directly into treatment and recovery.
To Write Love On Her Arms Day is a day where anyone can write the words love on their arms, to support those who are fighting against depression and those who are trying to recovering. On this day, just write love on your arms, and show it off, other people will ask why you have love written on your arms, and you tell them you are supporting to write love on her arms day, and how its benefiting a non profit organization helping stop depression, and make love the movement.
i had this on my hand all day today. it's only written on my hand because i wore long sleeves, okay? i thought this was one cool cause, and i know how it feels. i've been adddicted before. i've been so upset before too, my best friend thought i was seriously going to go in depression. believe me. i know how this feels, and this is why i decided to support this. and if any of you want to also for the rest of the day, pick up a marker/pen and go! write "love" on your arms! :)
ps. happy friday the 13th.
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Icy wind blows between the houses, flashes quickly in the night on the streets of the rotten city. A shade, a woman, her eyes are shiver and charm, her look magnetize you, it won't let you go.
The photoshoot shows the creature in an own perspective, who became nowadays very popular in books, films and series. The vampire. The immortal being of the past, the present and the future.
Az időn át - Vámpír krónikák (a múlt)
Jeges szél süvít a házak közt, fürgén cikázik az éjszakában a romlott város utcáin. Egy árny, egy nő, a szeme borzongás és igézet, megbűvöl a tekintete, nem ereszt.
A sorozat saját szemszögünkből mutatja be azt a lényt, aki mára oly divatossá vált könyvekben, filmekben és tévésorozatokban. A vámpírt. A múlt, a jelen és a jövő alakját, aki halhatatlansággal bír.
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Concept, model: Ágnes Vincze
Makeup artist: Dóra Vízhányó
Hair stylist: Gábor Antal
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Metz 58 AF-1 @ 1/2 power at camera right 45º into a reflective white umbrella, fired with PC cord
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Metz 58 AF-1 @ 1/2 teljesítményen kamera jobb 45º-ról, fehér visszaverő ernyőbe szinkronkábellel indítva.
I was crossing the street against the light, jaywalking technically, when this SUV screeched to a halt. He’s honking and I’m cursing and showing him the dainty thrust of my middle finger – it’s long and skinny, see?
But the moment I turn to face him, my gutter girl lips curled and crude, he smiles at me. His white plastic teeth glisten in the street lights. Twenty six identical white orbs, shining between cracked lips. I wave – thanks – and I cross the street. But he doesn’t drive on. He honks at me, and I turn to see if I have dropped anything in the intersection. My phone? My wallet? My shoe?
It hits me fast and hard, heat steaming from the hood, brutal metal force.
I hear my body crack, a sharp snap followed by a percussion of fleshy thumps.
Tires screech. Someone swears somewhere far far away. My ears disappear into a cushion of silence, and everything grows suddenly cold and still. My body spins and glides through the air, a graceful cartwheel, limbs flying to be free.
I tumble along the ground, rocks and cement pressing slowly against my skin until it ruptures and opens to consume.
I stand and brush myself off, feeling oddly loose and free. My body sways as I walk, and I feel a cool rush, like a waterfall is trickling against my skin. In the distance I think maybe I hear someone shouting, but I don’t know, I don’t want to know what’s wrong in their world.
I stumble forward, listening to bells ringing beneath the sound of the city, and I open the nearest doorway. There is a girl behind a glass wall, and she looks upset, but she tells me a number, and I think she means for money.
I hand her a wad of cash from my back pocket. It feels moist and strange in my palm, but she nods, and I walk deeper into the building until I find myself in an auditorium, sitting still.
There are lights and people all around me and I wonder why I'm here, but as I sit the lights go dim and I think I’m blacking out. I hear the sound of violins, calling through the air.
It’s just me and the ringing sound of strings, and the sound is so beautiful it cuts me.
The music breaths, in and out, softly softly, until it grows to a moan and a groan and a low bellow. The cellos are stirring, and they shake me to the core, and there is a world awakening beneath my skin. My bones are buzzing and my skin is crawling, and somewhere someone is shouting, screaming screaming.
I wonder, won’t she stop? I’d like to hear this.
But then I realize she is me.
The music stirs beneath my skin, and I scream and scream as one thousand tiny cracks blossom within my bones.
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the forest fires which are burning all up and down california are of course nature's way
and yet ..
hearts are with the wild animals for whom this was home!
and with the human folks, and their dear pets and pastured animals, who live where the fires are ferociously encroaching...
~
am hesitant to even write of these fires in any personal way ..
yet my heart compels me to ... as two of the places that have been most fiercely engulfed in flames are the places i've most fiercely loved..
big sur and carmel valley
carmel valley is where, right before coming to hawaii, i lived in a cabin in the middle of nowhere ...
owls, bobcat, swallows, rattlesnakes, donkeys, cows and stars were my only neighbors.
on the same land, a little lake was home to many wild things.. including a beloved (albeit crabby :) swan .. many ducks and ducklings .. and fish
and it was a stopover for orchestras of canada geese ...
i so hope this bit of land is safe... have not been able to find out ..
(of all the places i've ever lived, i loved it most.)
and...
over several enchanted years in the 1970's, i lived in four magical places in big sur ... and worked at three.
from what i can tell from the news, all of these homes may be gone .... and all of the places i worked have fire licking at their edges.
the initial big sur fire, called "the coast gallery fire", started from lightning at the coast gallery, high above the sea.
do not know if the gallery, which served all the artists of big sur back then, is now still there..
the "coast gallery" is where i first lived and worked in big sur..
(and where somehow the gallery itself held on when the mountain there collapsed into the sea.. literally right up to my doorstep.. taking with it the sole road, that part of highway 1 .. and, most sadly, a precious soul who was working on the highway in the middle of the night, just after the outset of this sudden landslide.)
the two other places i worked, "ventana" (when it first opened) and the historic "nepenthe", have been evacuated and are in severe danger right now.
the magical house described in another image on my stream .. the one where potato vines grew up and through the walls in my attic home.. then flowered! .. is likely gone.....
as it was above the wonderful "deetjen's big sur inn", where fires came down the mountain and right up to the cottages and restaurant of the inn.
also lived in an artist studio high atop a ridge where the fires have blazed homes..
and, at the other end of big sur, i lived in a cottage with my boyfriend sandy, a harpsichord maker ...
from what i can gather, that cottage and the harpsichord studio that sandy and i built are gone.
so...
these personal connections are only the tiniest of tiny specks in the whole..
but i am sorrowful.
~
my whole heart goes out to everyone whose homes all along the coastal areas of california, and inland, are in danger or have burned ...
and especially to the wild animals and their babies of spring.
≈ prayers for them .. all and each ≈
*
Made my first trip to Midewin National Tallgrass Prairie last weekend. I wasn't all that impressed with the area I hiked around in. In fact, I didn't take a shot until I got back to the parking lot and saw the rays coming from behind these clouds. The original title was "Morning Rays," but after listening to one of my favorite songs while cruising Flickr tonight, I decided to change it. Have a listen. If your from my generation its probably one of your favorites too: www.goear.com/listen/1f4c6bf/Knockin-on-heavens-door-aute
And the most hauntingly beautiful remake of this song I've ever heard, in the last album ever recorded by Warren Zevon: www.goear.com/listen/fb0e5b8/Knockin-On-Heavens-Door-warr...:
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For our Mammoth Lakes workshop, I scouted this spot for a sunrise shoot. We did not get this far south during the workshop and so I will have to return and get this image at sunrise with alpenglow on the Sierra peaks. I took this image about 10AM and already, the light was pretty flat. However, it is a pretty nice shot despite the flat lighting.
There are some landscape photographers who say 'take a nap during the 'flat light' time of day. I say, 'use the light you have'.
When you are photographing in the mid-morning to late afternoon, you need to find scenes that will yield a good photograph in the flatter light. Look for scenes where there is a lot going on with textures and colors. Here, the deep blue color and the ripples on the river give this image an interesting foreground compositional element. The green reeds with the brown above them and the far river bank lend another compositional element and make the middle-ground interesting. The mountains are not too interesting here because of the lack of shadow detail but together with the sky do give a fairly good background.
S-curves in a river can make a nice addition to the composition of a landscape image. Sometimes, like here, you need more height. One of my photographer friends (James Neeley) has a 40-foot tall tripod and a remote control for the head. That's what I needed here to see more of the S-curve. In this image, I framed it so the river leads the viewer's attention deeper into the scene, to Mt Tom in the background.
Welcome to Chattanooga’s hidden jewel, the Chattanooga Zoo at Warner Park! This attraction is drawing more attention with locals and tourists alike. The Chattanooga Zoo sits on 6 acres in the middle of Warner Park, just 2-miles from downtown Chattanooga. It features animals and information from all over the world, including Latin America, North America, Africa, and Asia.
The Warner Park Ranch Exhibit invites visitors to directly interact with the ‘ranch’ animals. The Gombe Forest features chimpanzees, the Himalayan Passage features red pandas, the highly endangered “Bali-Mynahs”, and Asian Elongated tortoises, and the Zoo's newest exhibit, the Cougar Express, features Mountain Lions. Those are just a few of the many exhibits you will see during your journey through our wonderful zoo. Visit the Snow Leopards and Langurs exhibit in the Himalayan Passage.
I will be going back to try to get pictures of Hank...
The Viceregal Lodge, Obervatory Hill, Shimla, India, by Henry Irwin. Completed 1888; tower height increased later by Lord Curzon. Local grey sandstone and light blue limestone, with iron girders, beams, and trusses.
Built on a high 331-acre site, levelled for the purpose, this mock-Tudor or baronial-style building is visible from far down the hillside, and was intended as a proud symbol of Empire. Over the portico at the main entrance is a coat of arms with inscriptions above it naming the architect (Irwin), the executive and assistant engineers (F. B. Hebbert and others) and the Earl of Dufferin as the current Viceroy. Dufferin was the first to occupy the new Lodge. The columned arches along the façade are echoed in the arches of alternating widths supporting the verandas. Just visible to the left of the main entrance, on the first floor, is one of the unobtrusive external iron spiral staircases provided for the lowliest menial staff, the bathroom sweepers.
Inside, the main hall is panelled in teak. The unicorn originally carved over the impressive main fireplace has since been replaced by the Indian wheel of progress. The double-galleried corridor off to the left is lit by mullioned windows and a glass ceiling, and leads to the ballroom, now the library of the Institute of Advanced Studies. On the ground floor were also the dining hall, lounge and drawing room. On the upper floors were the Viceroy's office and rooms. To the right of the main hall is a splendid three-storey high teak staircase, the kind of feature, no doubt, that earned Irwin his eulogy in the Madras Mail, to the effect that his genius was displayed in his interiors. In the morning room and visitors' lounge on this side, finishing touches like a walnut ceiling with a Kashmiri design, lavish wall-coverings (some of which remain more or less intact), an original chandelier and so on, can still be seen. Maple & Co, London, were the western suppliers. A large picture of one of the Vicereines, Lady Elgin, hangs over the fireplace of the visitors' lounge.
For its day, the Lodge had state-of-the-art technology. It had its own steam generator, and was the first building in Shimla to employ electric lighting. Indeed, Lady Dufferin, the first Vicereine in residence, is said to have first used an electric light switch here. The original light panel is still in place (with an added fusebox). The Lodge also had running hot and cold water, together with a sophisticated system for collecting and storing bath and rainwater, including two tanks under the front lawn.
Outside in the landscaped grounds stands a tall tulip tree, a rarity in an area dominated by pines and deodars. It was planted during the stay of the Marquis of Lansdowne, the Viceroy who replaced Dufferin in 1888.
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L'Alpe d'Huez is one of the main mountains in the Tour de France. The climb is 13.8 km at an average 7.9 per cent, with 21 hairpin bends. It was first included in the race in 1952 and has been a stage finish regularly since 1976.
The race was brought to the mountain by Élie Wermelinger, the chief commissaire or referee.[1] He drove his Dyna-Panhard car between snow banks that lined the road in March 1952, invited by a consortium of businesses who had opened hotels at the summit.[2] Their leader was Georges Rajon, who ran the Hotel Christina.[3] The ski station there opened in 1936. Wermelinger reported to the organiser, Jacques Goddet, and the Tour signed a contract with the businessmen to include the Alpe.
La catedral de Cuernavaca (Templo de Nuestra Señora de la Asunción) se encuentra ubicada en el Centro Histórico de la Ciudad de Cuernavaca.
En 1525, cuatro años después de la conquista, llegaron a las costas de México varios grupos de misioneros, siendo los primeros en establecerse en el Valle de Morelos los 12 primeros frailes franciscanos; procedían a edificar la capilla abierta para colaborar en convertir a la fe cristiana a los indígenas. En 1529 se ratificó la fundación formal del monasterio. En 1891 fue elevado a la categoría de Catedral por Leon XIII.
De la primera etapa constructiva sólo sobreviven el casco de la iglesia y las arcadas de la planta baja del convento.
La Catedral de Cuernavaca esta formada por un conjunto de tres templos: Dolores, del Carmen y de la Tercera Orden, una capilla abierta de San José, el atrio, la Iglesia de La Asunción y el propio convento.