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Es característica destacable de la hoz del río Huécar su entorno natural. Espléndido exponente de un bosque de ribera sumergido en un entorno húmedo rodeado de espectaculares paredes de roca caliza, un cañón de origen cárstico por cuyo interior fluyen las aguas del río.
Impresionates las maravillosas vistas que rodean a Cuenca por las hoces de este río.
Cámara Nikon D50
Exposición 0,002 sec (1/640)
Aperture f/8.0
Lente 100 mm
Iso: 200
Objetivo: Nikon 28-100
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Today started off like any other day, rushing to school, trying not to be late to class, and trying to stay awake during lectures. I had two shoots lined up today and i was completely psyched because I haven't done a serious shoot for myself in a while now. One got canceled unfortunately but will be rescheduled for a date coming up soon! :]
Tonight however was definitely unique. My friend Alyssa came up from gardens to see one of my best friends Lisa, so us and a few other people got together and scoped out some places to shoot. After realizing i didn't have a transmitter and running back home to get it, we finally found this pretty sweet place!
We were all really goofing around having some laughs and of course snapping some pictures. This is on of the shots that i got, i really like how it came out, I'm thinking about going into more "depth" with the editing of this, but its going to have to wait till tomorrow at least because I am super tired.
And of course I cant forget driving across town to bring my GF a single egg, bahaha <3 but i got to see her and her doggy moosey :] So it was worth it!
Tomorrow hanging out with Josiah and Zack Ramsey! Can't wait, gonna be a sick shoot! =D Now time for sleep.
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AB800 shot through softbox cam right
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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.
www.derbyshireuk.net/fenny.html
www.ashbournechurches.org/FennyBentley.htm
"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."
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tissington_Trail
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Holi (Hindi: होली, Nepali: होली, Punjabi: ਹੋਲੀ Sindhi: هولي) is a religious spring festival celebrated by Hindus as a festival of colours.
It is primarily observed in India and Nepal. It is also observed by the minority Hindus in Bangladesh and Pakistan as well in countries with large Indic diaspora populations following Hinduism, such as Suriname, Malaysia, Guyana, South Africa, Trinidad and Tobago, the United Kingdom, the United States, Mauritius, and Fiji.
Holi is also known as Phagwah (Assamese: ফাকুৱা), Festival of Colours, or Doḷajātra (Oriya: ଦୋଳଯାତ୍ରା) in Odisha, and as Dol Jatra (Bengali: দোলযাত্রা) or Basantotsav ("spring festival") (Bengali: বসন্তোৎসব) in West Bengal and Assam.
Holi is of particular significance in the Braj region, which includes locations traditionally connected to the Lord Krishna: Mathura, Vrindavan, Nandagaon, and Barsana, which become tourist destinations during the season of Holi.[1]
As per the Hindu calendar, Holi is celebrated on the Phalguna Purnima which comes in February or March in the Gregorian Calendar.
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.
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.
"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)
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.
~Camera Settings:
*Camera Model: Sony ILCA-77m2
*Focal Length: 16mm
*F-Number: F/8
*Exposure Time: 1/125 sec.
*ISO Speed: ISO-100
*Exposure Program: Shutter Priority (A)
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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)
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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.
I'd like to say it's been a good day...Of course I'd also like to say I won the lottery, both of which would be big fat lies...
I need a vacation, a break from my family...I love them dearly but handling them 24-7 is too much sometimes.
My father, I adore him but his brain is never in his head.
My uncle steals my batrhoom for hours at a time. How a man with no hair can spend four hours getting ready is beyond me. Even he admit he will just stand in there and think. What?
Of course there's Mom. I can't be in the same room with her lately without it ending in a screaming match. Since her stroke she's always had a temper, but in the past few weeks have been torture. I understand her reasons, I try my best, and do what I can, but when every single conversation ends with her yelling at me and bringing up things about me that she's hated since I was three, it gets to be too much...
So lately I'm writing more, escaping as much as I can into the world I'm carefully molding. I can say this, my frustration with them, my anger, my hurt, it does at least fuel my work and in the end, a small twisted part of me will likely be grateful.
However, I'm not miserable and I love them. I wouldn't trade them for anyone else, I just need a break.
Who wants a panda cat in there house for a while? ;)
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).
informazioni tratte da Wikipedia
Se ve mejor en grande sobre fondo negro
Del viaje a Port Aventura en Halloween.
Trabajando con HDR suelo hacer autenticas chapuzas, pero esta me ha gustado. Espero que a vosotro@s también.
Muchas gracias por vuestras visitas, comentarios y galardones.
a trip to the post office takes me past a yard with pretty flowers. i'd previously stopped for this one in april.
this time i stopped to shoot some chrysanthemums through the fence and a nice woman stopped to ask me if i was taking pictures. i showed her my shots on the display... it turns out she's one of three sisters who live in the vicinity and one of them owns the said yard. she invited me in to get a better view and all three showed me various flowers and talked about art and painting and loving families.
thank you marousa, antikleia and eleni.
El gato que está triste y azul (Roberto Carlos)
THANK YOU VERY MUCH MY FRIENDS! :)))
¡MUCHAS GRACIAS AMIGOS! :)))
Siberian cat (Brown tabby mackerel).
Born: 26/03/2007 (Italy).
¡¡ Sobran las palabras :)))) !!
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This is one of my favorite pictures from Europe, that is not actually of some monument or amazing scenery. I took this in the grass by the side of the street leading to Buckingham Palace, actually,
I found the words on a random sticky note crumpled up on my desk: I don't even remember when I wrote it down, or why. I am a sticky note fiend: I have stacks of them on my desk, because I always seem to need them.
I could have searched until I found the words that most perfectly fit this picture, but I found those, and it felt right enough I didn't have to keep looking. I make a lot of my decisions that way. If only everything were so easy.
This Maxima belongs to a resident of the same area I live in currently, but his house is more down the road. He is the next-door neighbor of my cousin who owns the Corvette Stingray, and I actually took this shot while the Stingray was being prepared for that day's photo shoot.
I managed to take a 5 exposure HDR just before the older brother arrived and parked his Tahoe next to the Maxima, ruining any chances I had for another angle. I didn't know the man so I wasn't going to be pushy and he was kind enough to tell me I could take as many pictures that I wanted. I didn't meet the Maxima owner however, I'm sure we have a lot in common since we're both NISMO guys.
5 exposure HDR tonemapped in photomatix, this time unlike my previous Corvette shot I wanted this to clearly look like an HDR shot and I have saturated the colors a lot but not too extreme in Lightroom and Photoshop CS2. Couldn't help that tree effect in the upper right corner, it was a windy day.
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Canon EOS 400D.
Lens: Ef 24-105 F4 L IS.
ISO: 100.
Aperture: F/7.1
Focal Length: 24mm.
Ex: Shot on a tripod with cable shutter release.
Location: Somewhere in Kuwait.
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jeje.. no es lo mío eso de fotografiar este tipo de momentos pero es una imagen que me transmite, me salió con mi vieja Canon 10D y le tengo mucha estima... me trae muchos recuerdos y aunque sea vieja que mejor día para volverla a colgar que hoy "."
Un saludete a todos en especial a esos enamoraditos que día tras día hacen lo imposible por estar juntos.. sin amor no hay vida!! Que cursada me acabo de marcar!! pero ahí queda, yo soy uno de ellos ;-)
Por favor, no uses mis imágenes sin mi consentimiento, si estas interesado en alguna ponte en contacto conmigo o visita mi perfil para obtener mas detalles.
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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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.
In Wordpress In Blogger photo.net/photos/Reinante/ In Onexposure
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Where: Portugal, Algarve, Lagos google maps.
When: 20100914
How and why: Simplicity: the strong shape of the rocks and the orange sunrise behind. I liked the idea of the Sea Gulls chatting away on their perches.
Editing: Minor.
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
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
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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.”
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.
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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.
fr: Un coup d'oeil sur la bastide à travers les arcades III, Monpazier, Périgord, Dordogne, France
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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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Hilo de la Fotohistoria en Pullip .es: PULLIP.ES - BCN: Parque Guinardo - 26/02/2011
Meeting!! (2 of 5): L and the sweets /
Kedada!! (2 de 5): L y las chuches
(Read in order, this is: SHOT/FOTO 06 of 07) PAG: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07.
FOTOHISTORY: In English / En Español
Lyann: Here L, if you want we can share mine... Do you like the strawberry ones?
L: O_O T^T O_O T^T
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Lyann: Toma L, si quieres te doy un poco del mío... Te gustan los de fresa?
L: O_O T^T O_O T^T
LINKS:
- Las FOTOHISTORIAS de Sheryl en el Foro de Pullips: Pullip .es
- Sheryl Photostories at Flickr
- Hilo de las Fotohistorias de Shin y Yashiro en el Foro de Pullips: Pullip .es
La dominante verde è dovuta al filtro applicato all'obiettivo.
Wikipedia dice:
Con il termine picnic si identifica quel tradizionale pasto all'aperto compiuto in un contesto turistico o comunque che abbia una funzione sociale e ludica e non solamente alimentare. L'etimologia del termine va attribuita al termine composto piquenique, che in un francese arcaico abbina "pique" (prendere, rubacchiare) e "nique" (oggetto di poco valore). Il termine sembra si sia cominciato a diffondere alla fine del 1600 ed inizialmente si riferiva alla frugalità dell'evento, eseguito al di fuori dei riti imposti dal pranzo, composto da pochi e semplici cibi sottratti direttamente alla cucina.
Nel picnic, come ai nostri giorni, essenziale era il piacere del contatto con la natura e la partecipazione di più persone che provvedevano a portare singolarmente il cibo che veniva poi condiviso, senza avere l'ufficialità e lo sfarzo della classe nobiliare. Quest'ultima, specie nel XVIII secolo, era solita avere un seguito di servitori che imbandivano tavolate all'aria aperta, a seguito di partite di caccia che vedevano le prede essere preparate al momento. Il picnic aveva un'estrazione più popolare, se vogliamo intellettuale, dove il motivo aggregante era la socializzazione e il gusto del contatto con la natura.
Nel XIX secolo ci si riferiva al picnic come alla consumazione di un pasto in allegria e in clima rilassato da effettuarsi sui prati, in riva ad un fiume o sulla spiaggia, perdendo il desiderio di aggregazione in favore di un approccio più intimo, ideale contorno per il corteggiamento. Solitamente erano privilegiati i piatti freddi precedentemente preparati, come pane, salumi, formaggi, uova, insalate, frutta, torte, il tutto accompagnato da bevande generalmente analcoliche o da vini e birre a bassa gradazione.
This large ruin which dates from the 1700's was once a kelp store. It is located on Rathlin Island which is just off the NE coast of Northern Ireland. The Island was bought by the Reverend John Gage from Lord Antrim in 1746 at a cost of £1,750. His family built a manor house that still stands on the island, along with the kelp house, a boat house and other structures. In its time the Kelp Store was also used as a school and as a venue for drama, music and dancing. View On Black
The ruin is now owned by the National Trust, as is the manor house which has been restored and is operated a guest house.
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This picture was taken on the way down form the Cevedale peack (3769 mt) on the italian alps. An easy mountain to climb but with an amazing view on one of the larger glacier of Europe (at least it was in the past)
Questa foto l'ho scattata durante la discesa dal Cevesale (3769 mt) una montagna senza troppe difficoltà, ma che regala una vista incredibile.
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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.]
This is the second Baz Luhrmann film that I'm quoting in this series.
Continuing on with my affinity for twisted love stories....Luhrman's 1996 film Romeo+Juliet is a modern interpretation of the classic Shakespeare, anachronistically juxtaposing Shakespeare's original language against a modern landscape of consumption and capitalism.
As with all of Luhrman's films, the visual style is rich and detailed, vibrantly coloured and surreal. He paints a rather sickening view of modern society, with petty vanities slathered upon the grotesque criminals of upper class society. In the midst of such ugliness, Romeo and Juliet emerge, as yet untouched by the poisonous world around them.
I've read criticism that claims Romeo and Juliet must die in order to keep their love untainted. This film takes that purity one step further: In the end Romeo and Juliet have no choice but to die, or to succumb to the grotesqueries that their parents have grown into.
This film accomplishes the ideal that I believe all film adaptations of stage plays should strive toward: it brings the work of theatre to life in a manner unique to film, using the capabilities of the medium to inform a new, deeper understanding of the original work. The play is incredibly powerful on its own. Luhrmann has built upon Shakespeare's original work to create something contemporary, relevant, beautiful and impassioned. I am in awe of his work.
Big thanks to Happy_Peasant for sending me a bird image just so I could have my wings!
And again....textures by kittykatfish.
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]
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They were part of a group of people having their photo taken for a wedding celebration.
I snapped around the whole scene... but when I got home and saw this picture, I realized she doesn't look like celebrating much... I couldn't believe it... how infinitely sad that look she has is... It almost brings me to one of those usual pictures of Africa, with mothers holding their child in a mute cry for help.
I don't know why this happens to me, but the more I look at this, the deeper her emotion gets into my soul... so I thought I'd share it and reflect or feel together...
Fulton Landing.
Brooklyn, New York
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Let's call it a day for the time being, my friends!! I have closed down the comment box for uploads henceforward. I don't wanna be rude and unfair - receiving comments but not returning any. I don't know when I am gonna reopen the comment box; only time knows, I guess!
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Looking 'inside' a photograph, I always try to unravel the secret of the presented being, all the joy and sorrows, and first of all mysterious human fate.
~ Jerzy Tadeusz Lewczynski - [translation cited in "Archeologia fotografii" ("Archeology of photography") by Jerzy Lewczynski, Wydawnictwo KROPKA, Wrzesnia 2005, p. 51]
My love, at the shutting of this door of night
I ask of you, love, a journey through a dark pound:
shut out your dreams: enter with your sky my eyes:
stretch out in my blood as if in a wide river.
Goodbye, goodbye, cruel clarity that was dropped
into the bag of every day of the past:
goodbye to every gleam of clocks or oranges:
welcome oh shadow, periodic friend!
In this boat, or water, or death, or new life,
one more time we unite, slumbering, resurrected:
we are the marriage of the night in the blood.
I don’t know who lives or dies, sleeps or wakes,
but it is your heart that delivers,
to my chest, the gifts of the dawn.
‘My love, at the shutting of this door of night’
LXXXII From: ‘Cien sonetos de amor’
Pablo Neruda
And, after a month of keeping me entertained, knitting-wise, the knitpicks merino style top-down raglan (no pattern) cardigan can now keep me warm. More info & pics here
A cluster of Pink Lady's Slippers bloom every year in our rock garden. O.K., it's an untended, natural place where wild things grow. LOL One stalk has grown to nine during a 10-year period with seventeen blooms!! Each "slipper" grows to the size of a small egg - very dramatic. We have more rain in the forecast, which really ages these blooms quickly. I was lucky the sun was out this evening.
Lady's Slippers will only grow where a specific fungus exists in the soil. The symbiotic relationship benefits both as the fungus feeds the young orchid, and later, when self-sufficient, the orchid feeds nutrients back to the fungus through it's roots. They may grow, but not bloom for up to 10 years.
Questa è dedicata a me e a tutte le persone care, che mi sono state vicine in questo percorso e soprattutto negli ultimi mesi!!
A 27 anni ci si ritrova ancora a saltare sul letto per aver raggiunto traguardi importanti...un po' come quando da piccoli ci si svegliava la mattina di Natale e sotto l'albero trovavi una quantità smisurata di pacchi regalo!
Questa è la sensazione di gioia!
Per la cronaca, ho scoperto lightroom! <3
well, right now its still december 31st where i am, but for everyone else,
HAPPY NEW YEARRRRRR!! :D
i hope 2011 is filled with happiness and joy for everyone <3
and i hope you guys live the life you love in 2011:)
this year i have learned so many things. ive learned how to become a better photographer, and i have met MANY new friends here on flickr. ive made and lost many friends, ive cried a couple times, and i got my first B. i turned 13 while everyone else turned 14, i made some new best friends while i kept my old best friend, i learned how cruel some people can be, i made all-district band for the first time, ive gotten much better at clarinet, i got my 3rd camera, i got a terrible hair cut, ive gotten even more scared of ghosts, i watched my first "real" scary movie, i had my first sleepover, i had my first 'real' crush, i had taco bell for the first time, i learned how to hate algebra, y=mx+b, i hate slope, i realized that i wish i hadnt quit piano, and i realized that 2010 is over in 11 hours.
come on 2011! im ready for yaa:D
im starting a 365 january first, aka tomorrow!:D im also going to continue my 52 weeks!
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EXPLORED. thank you guys so much! great way to start the new year<33
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