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Love...this feeling that make us be crazy, desperate, happy, sad... Just say we are fragile sometimes, so if you love someone, please, give him/her everything you can and build a wonderfull life because we are in this crazy world, but we dont know what happened tomorrow...Happy Valentines Day...:))
PD: Sorry my english is not perfect...
Skin - Quarantine - Fragmented Love Vintage Doll
Shape - SuPerBia Shapes - MoToKo
Hair - Boudoir - Irena
EyeShadow - SuPerBia EyeShadow - Black Life
Tattoo - SuPerBia Tattoo - Fragile...Dont Crush (slurl.com/secondlife/The%20Slums/87/79/52)
I've managed to spend the entire day home, but rather than focus on, well, anything I've had to spend the day cleaning *gag*. So when I did get a break and wanted to take a photo I just quickly did a little blue makeup.
I had the awesome chance of trying new makeup from Harajuku Hunnies and I'm so madly in love! The colors I used here come from their "Boys Day" Quadriset and it's so pigmented it just pops beautifully! I used my NYX jumbo pencil in Milk under it but truthfully you don't even need it, the colors are stunning on their own.
You so must go and check them out at www.harajukuhunnies.com and if you'd like to get 10% off your order just enter in "Jacqueline" when you checkout and you can thank the fabulous Jacqueline herself aka A Brilliant Brunette for that! <3
Make sure to also check out Jacqueline's blog. She has some gorgeous Halloween looks up and more to come as well as various looks from Harajuku Hunnies.
Now, I'm off to go and be lazy <3
The Gaol was erected in 1826 under the direction of Captain James Butler who taken over as commandant of the penal settlement the previous year. Butler had adopted the ideas of Jeremy Bentham, the English philosopher and social reformer. In the area of prison reform Bentham advocated abolishing the practice of flogging and argued instead for the use of sensory deprivation in silence and darkness as a means of discipline. The notion was that under these conditions the miscreants would be caused to reflect and realise the errors of their ways. Following these theories, Butler constructed the gaol on Sarah Island to be, in his words, a reformatory. The cells were approximately three feet wide, seven feet long and eight and a half feet high; and they were completely dark except when warders were observing a prisoner through a system of shutters. For convicts who had broken the rules, Butler saw this as a more humane form of discipline than flogging with the cat-o'-nine-tails. However, the practice was eventually discredited because the sensory deprivation drove many men insane.
For other photographs and further information about the Sarah Island penal settlement, see my images 0224 and 0225. For photographs and information related to the convict system in general (and to the Port Arthur penal settlement in particular), take a look at my images 0254 to 0262.
© Irwin Reynolds, all rights reserved. If you are interested in using one of my images or would like a high quality fine art print, please send an email to irwinreynolds@me.com.
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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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.
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Sahyadri is one of the toughest mountains in the world. You can enjoy it's beauty in various places. Shivthar Ghal is one of such places. It is comparatively a small and rare place but must be seen and especially in the rainy season.
It is a place where Samarth Ramdas had written 'Dasbodh'- his famous manuscript. You must be amazing about this place and why Ramdas Swami had chosen this place, for his holy book but you never know it until you enter a small hall where Ramdas Swami used to sit, pray and write.
Shivthar Ghal is an area of silent beauty consists of lush green views of trees, mountains, a big waterfall and a river. Its a place where you can enjoy the clam and quite nature and really concentrate. It took almost 12 years to complete Dasbodh as Ramdas Swami dictated it and Kalyan Swami wrote it down. Now a days, the place is maintained by Shri Samarth Seva Mandal' and 'Sundarmath Seva samiti'.
Shivthar Ghal is a place worth to visit and enjoy the quite beauty of the nature and remember the famous saint in Maharashtra - Saint Ramdas and his Dasbodh.
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 :)
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
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.
Please View 'Crown Jewels' Large On Black
America isn't known for castles or treasure from past kings on display in countless museums. America's crown jewels are it's wilderness, landscapes and natural wealth. Nothing probably signifies that more than Yellowstone, our first National Park.
Here we have an icon of the Park that has to be one of the most photographed things on earth: Old Faithful Geyser erupting. Behind lurks another national treasure: Old Faithful Inn.
Designed by architect Robert Reamer, Old Faithful Inn is a magnificent example of “Parkitecture” on a massive scale. From the National Park Service:
The building is an exposed log and wood-frame structure of rustic design and gigantic proportions: nearly 700 feet in length and a central core seven stories high.
Old Faithful Inn is one of the few remaining log hotels in the United States. The Inn is a masterpiece of rustic architecture in its stylized design and fine craftsmanship. Its influence on American architecture, particularly park architecture, was immeasurable in its uses of natural materials to create a feeling of high-style rusticity. In a broad sense the design of the Inn parallels architectural ideas being used in hotel construction today with its enormous multi-story lobby surrounded by levels of galleries.
Old Faithful Inn undoubtedly is the queen of rustic hotels in the national parks. Its use of natural materials, allusions to pioneer building techniques, and strong ties with its site through the use of onsite materials are three key principles of rustic design with which National Park Service architects worked through World War II.
fr: Un coup d'oeil sur la bastide à travers les arcades III, Monpazier, Périgord, Dordogne, France
*"HDR" from 3 different exposures - no Photomatix - blending mean + minimum of 3 pictures - EXIF from -1ev Exposure - Tripod - WB asjusted to 3000K High fluorescent.
you REALLY have to view it BIGGER On Black or the boogeyman will get you! :-)
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The real challenge on this series is to find the right WB setting for a consistant look and feel. Still more pictures from this series coming soon...
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*History: This town was founded in 1284 by the English King, Edward I, who was also had the title of Duke of Aquitaine. It is an example of an almost completely preserved bastides, which were fortified towns, built in the areas disputed by England and France in the 12th century. This attractive and peaceful village has a turbulent and violent history at the hands of various protagonists.
*Histoire: Monpazier est sans nul doute la bastide anglaise la mieux conservée du périgord par sa place à arcades, ses ruelles, ses maisons, ses églises et les vestiges de ses fortifications.
La ville forme un quadrilatère de 400 mètres sur 220 mètres dont le grand axe est orienté du Sud vers le nord. Toutes les maisons sont d'égales dimensions et sont séparées par d'étroits intervalles (andrones) prévus pour limiter la propagation des incendies.
Cette bastide fut fondée le 7 janvier 1284 par Edouard 1er, roi d'angleterre et duc d'angleterre sur des terrains cédés par le baron Pierre de Gontaut Biron. Ses habitants bénéficiaient de nombreux avantages comme l'exemption d'impôt et l'abolition du droit seigneurial.
Pendant la guerre de cent ans, Monpazier changea plusieurs fois de main. En 1637 une révolte de 8000 croquant naquit à Monpazier.
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Icy wind blows between the houses, flashes quickly in the night on the streets of the rotten city. A shade, a woman, her eyes are shiver and charm, her look magnetize you, it won't let you go.
The photoshoot shows the creature in an own perspective, who became nowadays very popular in books, films and series. The vampire. The immortal being of the past, the present and the future.
Look at the whole series!
Az időn át - Vámpír krónikák (a jövő)
Jeges szél süvít a házak közt, fürgén cikázik az éjszakában a romlott város utcáin. Egy árny, egy nő, a szeme borzongás és igézet, megbűvöl a tekintete, nem ereszt.
A sorozat saját szemszögünkből mutatja be azt a lényt, aki mára oly divatossá vált könyvekben, filmekben és tévésorozatokban. A vámpírt. A múlt, a jelen és a jövő alakját, aki halhatatlansággal bír.
Nézd meg a sorozat többi darabját is!
Info:
Concept, model: Ágnes Vincze
Makeup artist: Dóra Vízhányó
Hair stylist: Gábor Antal
Clothing designer: Zsuzsa Pócs
Strobist info:
Metz 58 AF-1 @ 1/2 power + Carena CA21 @ full power at camera left 45º into a reflective white umbrella, fired with Phottix Tetra PT-04II wireless trigger
Strobist.hu info:
Metz 58 AF-1 @ 1/2 teljesítményen + Carena CA21 @ max. teljesítményen kamera bal 45º-ról, fehér visszaverő ernyőbe Phottix Tetra PT-04II-vel indítva.
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.
Vista dalla terrazza di La Morra (CN) -Italia.
View from the terrace of La Morra (CN) -Italy
Agli albori del II millennio la città di Alba Pompeia iniziò a dissodare le colline circostanti: fu allora che nacque il villaggio di Murra sulla cima del colle (Murra significa recinto per le pecore). Nel 1340 passò sotto il dominio della famiglia Falletti; nel 1402 si diede propri Statuti nei quali sono citati per la prima volta in zona il vitigno Nebbiolo (Nebiolium), dal quale trae origine il vino Barolo, e il Pignolo (Pignolium), ormai scomparso dal territorio lamorrese.
Oggi La Morra è diventato un paese molto ricco grazie al grande valore assunto dall'oro rosso, il vino Barolo, su cui il Paese basa la propria economia. Negli ultimi decenni, infatti, il turismo a La Morra è aumentato tantissimo, trasformando il paese in tutto e per tutto.
Altezza 513 mt sul livello del mare.
At the dawn of the second millennium the town of Alba Pompeia began to break up the hills surrounding it was then that he was born the village of Murra the top of the hill (Murra means enclosure for the sheep). In 1340 it passed under the dominion of the family Falletti, in 1402 he began his in-laws who are cited for the first time near the grape Nebbiolo (Nebiolium), from which originates the Barolo wine, and Pignolo (Pignolium), vanished lamorrese territory.
Today La Morra has become a very rich country due to the great value that gold red, Barolo wine, on which the country bases its economy. In recent decades, in fact, tourism has increased a lot in La Morra, transforming the country in every way.
Altitude 513 meters above sea level.
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.
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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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I'm a day behind on posting and likely won't post today's until tomorrow because I can't find my USB cord! I hate when that happens but like I've said, if it goes in my hands, odds are I'll lose it :D
Yesterday was a nice easy going day though but we spent nearly all of it looking at houses which can be so exhausting! We'd like to find just the right house too which is stressful since none of us really agree on what we want...But hey, as long as my dogs have a nice yard and I have a phone outlet in my room for my laptop, I'm pretty much happy...
The otehr day though my mum let Dash out with Tanda by accident. I've been keeping the two apart because Tanda has such a srong hatred toward him. She seriously looks like she'd enjoy ripping his head off...
Well, she let's Dash out by accident and in a split second Tanda attacks him. Now, Dash is okay, Mum yelled and Tanda left him alone in a second, but it left everyone shaken up...I wasn't home for this though which of course made Mum more nervous...
I didn't get upset with Tanda though because really, in her mind she's asserting her territory and place as Alpha and Dash is the new little Omega popping his head around...I'm concerned about what to do though...I don't want either dog being harmed but I would like them to get along...I have a few plans though:
1. Tanda will be spayed and soon. I'm calling the vet Tuesday morning and finding out how much it will cost. This will balance her hormones a little and she really needs the boost for her immune system because even the vet advised it because of how badly in shape her body used to be.
2. I want to take Tanda and Dash to a park and walk them around. I know that might sound odd but see, each dog believes they're the Alpha and I believe if I remove them from their own territory into foreign land, they'll of course be more interested in what's going on around them than each other. I'm hoping by doing this they'll get used to being in each other's presence and will eventually start to tolerate each other's company and hopefully one day not want to attack one another. It will also exhaust them and therefore also tone down aggression on both ends...
Of course I would really appreciate any and all input advice :D
Now I'll work on TODAY'S photo hehe and post it tomorrow because I feel so worn out...I need more sleep please :D
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Hlavní železniční trať spojující Rusko s Mongolskem vede mezi městy Ulan-Ude a Sükhbaatar. V pohraniční oblasti trať využívá údolí řeky Selenga, která dosahuje délky toku 5539 km, což jej řadí na páté místo mezi nejdelšími řekami světa. Zároveň se jedná o největší přítok jezera Bajkal. Ve zmíněném údolí trať na několika místech přetnula původní tok této řeky a vzniklo několik slepých ramen, které s oblibou využívají rybáři. Na jednom takovém místě mezi mongolskou pohraniční stanicí Khoit a stanicí Sükhbaatar byl dne 2. října 2024 zachycen kontejnerový vlak, který směřoval z Ruska do Číny, v jehož čele byla ruská lokomotiva 2TE10M-2102 z depa Ulan-Ude. V roce 2024 zajišťovaly přeshraniční vozbu Ruské železnice (RŽD - Rossijskije železnyje dorogi), které se na této vozbě střídají v ročním intervalu s Mongolskými železnicemi (UBTZ - Ulaanbaatar Temer Zam).
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* 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". ;)
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Please - NO INVITES and AWARDS from now on - Thank you...
Taken on the 9th of September by Taty while on the way to Enkhuizen. She's on another antibiotic now as the previous two did not work.
Wishing to all of you a splendid Sunday from me Willem and - Taty.
No Post Processing used - no treatments, except for cropping, and added is the water mark - signature.
Dando un paseo por la urbanización que está cerca del campo de golf de la manga, llegamos a un sitio que no había estado en mi vida, y las vistas son extraordinarias, a parte de las vistas, el sentir el aire acariciar tu cara y respirar esa brisa marina no tiene precio, he buscado en el mapa de google para encontrar su ubicación y esta calita esta en dirección la manga Golf oeste- Atamaría (Murcia)
Nota: Si ponéis en el mapa de google, Atamaría , y seguís un camino hasta la costa os lleva al sitio,he puesto la foto en el mapa de Flickr y me ha concretado el lugar y la playa- Playa el Negrete (Murcia)
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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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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
Strobist info:
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.
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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...
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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.
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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 ≈
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both taken with 50mm f1.4G lens at f1.4
square cropped, (i love my 5x5's!), preset applied, sharpened.
this is for our still life theme; does it count? hell, i'm counting it! and the two still-life's (still-lives?) i did this weekend since they are technically taken within the right time frame.
First half decent high speed result.
Setup: home made flash trigger with light beam to activate when drop passes. Trigger is connected to an eBay wireless flash trigger to set off the flash. Single 540EZ to camera right at about 45 degrees set to 1/128 power. Tin foil reflector camera left. White plastic card as base and black plastic card as background. EOS 350D 60mm macro lens.
The photo has not been converted to B&W, that's all the colour there is although I do intend taking some more colourful versions in the future.
This was from my second session with my high speed trigger and I'm reasonably happy with the result although there's a long way to go before I get the sort of results some people are getting. Quite pleased with the reflection.
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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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A couple of stories about today! This might be a long description, but please read! I love conversing with all of you! :)
SOOO...last night I went to my best friends house for the night. I was driving home this morning, going down this road that no one EVER goes down, and the speed limit is forty for some reason. So I'm just cruising at around 55-60. So, I come around a corner, and there's a lovely little Sheriff doing his duty. Of course I KNEW he was going to pull me over, even if I slowed down, he would've pulled me over because I still would've been way over. So that completely ruined my day it seemed. I have a lovely little yellow ticket now, a court date, I can already see two or three hundred bucks coming out of my paycheck, AND my insurance going up. OH JOY. I'm not going to court though, you can call a number on the back and just pay it :)
So, I get home, and I was all stressed so of course when I show it to my parents I start crying cause I was so mad. I'm such a child...oh well.
THEN, I GO to work, and find out my shift was cut. Which kinda sucked.
So I go back home, and prepare for our HUGE yard sale. We are going through our three room attic and all the rest of our house and selling as MUCH as we can from 10 cents and up. My step niece Katelyn, (she's 7), comes over and really cheers me up. She helped me put price stickers on everything, and was SO helpful. She really looks up to me, and she's so sweet. It's funny how children can really cheer you up.
Speaking of the yard sale, if you happen to live near me, hit me up with a message and you can come! :)
The yard sale is next weekend and my parents picked the PERFECT time to have it. The (5th?) Annual Classic Car Show in Senoia Georgia. :D
It's literally right next to my house. SO many cars come...and I'm a SUCKER for classic cars. So sleek, fashionable, and unique. People always park in our yard, >:O , so they can park this time and come and see our yard sale. We'll get lots of business that way.
So of course, every year, I take my camera down to the car show and go crazy. There are so many cars to take pictures of, and so many interesting things going on. I'm SO excited. Plus, I get boiled peanuts...my favorite.
The camera above was found today in our attic. I was ECSTATIC. It's a Canon AE-1. It has a 50mm 1.4 lens on it. It also has a wide angle lens as well. Not only that, but it's in MINT condition. Right now the film isn't developed and the battery is dead, so we're going to get all that fixed and see what lies in the film! I can't wait to learn a thing or two with this film camera! :D
I hope everyone is doing well! :)
A FEW QUESTIONS:
What was your most expensive speeding ticket, and how fast were you going over?
Classical cars, or modern and futuristic cars?
Digital or Film photography?
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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Gelsomino d'inverno o di San Giuseppe
Generalità: questa specie di gelsomino è originaria della Cina, ed è un arbusto a foglie caduche, resistente al freddo. Si presenta come un ciuffo, più o meno denso, di sottili rami verde scuro, dritti e rigidi; le foglie sono lucide, leggermente cuoiose, verde scuro anch'esse, e sono costituite da tre piccole foglioline. Questo arbusto verso la fine dell'inverno ci regala una splendida fioritura di piccoli fiorellini gialli, che sbocciano a partire dalla base dei rami, prima della comparsa delle foglie. Il gelsomino spesso tende a crescere abbondantemente, raggiungendo anche i 2-3 metri di altezza, per ottenere una forma compatta è consigliabile potarlo appena dopo la fioritura; ogni 3-4 anni è possibile procedere ad un rinnovo totale dei rami, potando il gelsomino a 10-15 cm dalla base. Il portamento parzialmente strisciante rende la pianta adatta anche come tappezzante, oppure come rampicante, ma solo se collocata a ridosso di apposite strutture su cui farla crescere.
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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.
El Arde Lucus es la segunda fiesta más importante de la ciudad de Lugo.
La fiesta consiste en un representación de la ciudad del siglo III en la que los romanos eran los que mandaban en nuestra bella ciudad amurallada patrimonio de la humanidad. Para ello todo el mundo se viste de época con las características togas, sandalias y capas de estos antiguos ciudadanos romanos. La fiesta es muy popular y la población se mete mucho en el papel, por lo que lo raro será ver gente vestida normal, y abundaran los niños y mayores caracterizados de esta manera. Como en toda fiesta medieval que se realiza por nuestras tierras la ciudad se viste de colores y se llena de mercados medievales, exposiciones, conciertos, desfiles y demás diversiones.
Tienen un especial atractivo la lucha de gladiadores, los juegos romanos en los que caballeros pelearan montados a caballos y harán varias pruebas de habilidad, y la carrera de cuadrigas.
No dudéis en ver también la representación de las bodas celtas, conciertos de música tradicional y moderna, la narración de leyendas por cuenta cuentos, tambores de fuego, talleres de panadería, Gincanas celtas, espectáculos de magia realizados por los druidas celtas, demostraciones de soplado de vidrio, preparación de caballos para Roma, Venta de esclavos, conciertos de arpas o incluso la representación de alguna batalla