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hey guys! :D
i hope you guys are having a wonderful winter break so far! im gonna go see 'tron' later with my friends, EXCITEMENTT:D do you guys know if its a good movie??
haha i also learned how to play poker yesterday thanks to anna's sister. haha we were betting on hugs and stuff. xD were hardcoooore.
thank you guys for all the support! i really, really x10000 appreciate it <3 all the explores ive been getting lately is seriously unbelivable. thank you guys so much i wish i could come to where you guys live right now and give you all massive hugs:D THANK YOUUUUU. <3
haha i know this isnt the type of picture i usually take:\ i guess i wanted to step outside of the triangle;) ....wow, bad pun. =.=
thank you so much rachel for your testimonial! <3
ive been tagged a bunch of times! im sorry it took me so long, i kept forgetting:( here i gooo!
1. Thing you cannot leave the house without? not really anything..
2. Favorite brand of makeup? uhh.. i wear some kind of brown eyeliner. x)
3. Favorite flower? tigerlily!
4. Favorite clothing store? kohls&forever21
5. Favorite perfume? BLECH.
6. Heels or flats? converse?:3
7. Do you make good grades? yess, until algebra came along.. i have 1 'B' imafailasian:)
8. Favorite colors? greeeeen!
9. Do you drink energy drinks? nahh, man.
10. Do you drink juice? yeahh:D
11. Do you like swimming? YESYESYES:D
12. Do you eat fries with a fork? if i wanna feel fancy. x)
13. Favorite moisturizer? uhhmm lotion?
14. Do you want to get married later on in life? i hope so <3
15. Do you get mad easily? if im in a bad mood:\
16. Are you into ghost hunting? O___O
17. Any phobias? ghosts&spiders.. eep.
18. Do you bite your nails? nooppers.
19. Have you ever had a near death experience? severe stomach virus when i was 5.
20. Do you drink coffee? LKSDAFKJSD NO!!! *gags* but i like frappes:3
consider yourself TAGGED. :D
EXPLORED. (but dropped) *passes out* holy d;kajfl. you guys. are. the. greatest. <3
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if you join ill love you forever:D
Happiness.Is.You. / © All rights reserved
(Original shot take with Canon Eos 5, on Ilford 400 Delta Professional)
...and you find yourself longing for a certain drastic context
a dreadful circumstance that will tack great lengths onto your dictionary definition
to soothe your leaden understanding of bread, water, and money
now arriving by an alternate route at where the absence of such things might leave you
mind you, this is not more rich confession of a child actor
and as you would agree completely with a gift cyst as it appeared in your throat
and delight your tiny heart a moment with uncontested omnipresence will...
you've had the wind knocked out of you by something life size and you're afraid to say to your face
you stretch the pen and cheat the sleep
this sort of evening you want to say something you words cannot
note: which leaves your ghost blowing up globes
tying them off with an x axis c-clamp
and setting them down
for 7 days and 7 nights
you've sewn a cloth copy of your nervous system
to a turtle neck and pair tux pants
outside the city's dry all covered in primer
you have lost control of you hair
yesterday you were shot for a magazine cover
fatigue swapped your body build with all urge and by the door
you heard demo's creaking squeezing a squeal from your guilt against the clinging teeth of their cd-tray
all beneath the inner half of the door knob
hissing at its other head
hung in the sun
you're staring at a quill as the lump sum of its parts
and it's begun to look brutal
4 walls of day: and that alone
no empty hallway for you bearing the 100 bright light blocking doors of luck
and here in the favor of life i will
contrive no device against expectation, only announce
i have learned to respect the color yellow
for one reason or another
and in the insurmountable non strength of one's weight
and you're afraid to say to your face
you stretch the pen and cheat the sleep
since you all alone
has always been such the long audience
you spring forth, full with overconfidence
as if to say...superman
(Ghostwork - 13 & God)
The CN Tower stands out amongst the city's Condos here for sure..I took this yesterday while driving in my car.........(It was a good day for me yesterday...I went to a Christmas bazaar and won 3 draws including a 16 lb. Grain Fed Frozen Turkey lol ;)
Hope you enjoy this city view of Toronto as seen from my car........taken with my teenie pocket sony camera ;) I love these city "drive by shootings" so to speak ;)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Orv_F2HV4gk
Enjoy your Sunday everyone.
Best viewed LARGE. (photo taken while driving in my car of the Toronto Skyline)
Reflections of Beauty
(by Emmy Nielsen Reyes de Gaspar)
There is so much beauty in life,
Beauty in the human soul,
Beauty in the heart and in the mind
Of the good man and woman.
There is beauty in nature,
Beauty in the sky and in the clouds,
In the mountains and in the sea.
There is beauty in the creative work of man,
Beauty in true friendship.
And immeasurable beauty in love.
All God's blessings
To delight us in this world.
The movie Iron Man is being released and this movie reminded of a photo I took recently, so I uploaded this one.
Gears: Nikon D50 and AF-S Zoom-Nikkor ED 18-55mm f/3.5-5.6G DX
Location: Airport Reclamation Earthworks, Tok Jembal Beach, Kuala Terengganu, Malaysia
Processing: Unprocessed, in-camera custom white balance and curves
www.eurobricks.com/forum/index.php?/forums/topic/182445-f...
After skirmishing with the Empire on OSSUS, Nathan and Ozz begin their search for the artifact called BALAAM'S HEART. On the mysterious world of DAGOBAH they find both knowledge and danger, and for Nathan, a grueling test of his spirit and will.
Nathan recoiled, slumping in his seat in the Lucky Star. He felt a sudden pang of anguish, a ripping in his soul, as spirits were separated from their bodies back on Ossus. He sensed it only faintly, but whatever caused the sensation was so powerful that it hit him with the force of a wave.
“Kid? Kid! What’s wrong!”
He felt Ozz shaking his shoulder as he drifted into unconsciousness, the strain too much to bear. When he finally woke, it was to Ozz’s worried, ugly face. Nathan stared, as though his eyes were trained on something hundreds of parsecs away.
“The Searchers are dead, Ozz. At least, I think so,” he coughed. “They killed them. Abay…all of them.”
Ozz asked how he knew this, but Nathan couldn’t explain. Finally, Ozz nodded and sighed. He believed him. He’d seen enough strange stuff by now that he wasn’t going to question this one.
They flew in silence for the next few hours.
After a brief stop for fuel (“That’s gonna be our last fill unless we start makin’ some money soon,” Ozz had complained) and the purchase of a few cheap blaster pistols, Nathan and Ozz were set to continue their search.
“I’ll need some coordinates if I’m gonna fly somewhere, Nate.”
Nathan had spent nearly all of the time since Ossus huddled in the bunk with Luke’s journal and the inscribed slates they’d found in the deep archives. He was a quick learner and a voracious student, and with the help of a few runes already translated in the journal, he was able to compile a mostly accurate key for unlocking the old tongue Balaam had used for his writings. He had no idea what it was, but it wasn’t pleasant.
The writings of Balaam were primarily daily accounts and impossible to understand musings, but they also mentioned 'home made among vines and home made among flame, whilst tethered mine soul to the dark lord wert'. Of all the planets Nathan could recall from Mayla's manifest, Dagobah was the one most likely to feature vines. At least, according to their gazette. It might just be a wild bantha chase, but it was worth a short.
The planet Dagobah came into view. It looked musty and small and remote. Sensors revealed it was entirely free of settlers, based on a lack of technology readings. But it was packed to the brim with life.
Nathan leaned over the dashboard controls with interest. "Take us in, Ozz."
"I know, I know..." said the Iakaru, rolling his eyes.
They dipped beneath a dense sea of cloud and Ozz pulled back hard on the throttle, easing them down into what was revealing itself to be a tangled, dark mass of trees.
Nathan felt the planet, just as he had felt Ossus. There, it had been the power, the war, and the secrets, but on Dagobah, he felt life. Wildness and strangeness, the circle of things. Not good, but not evil. Just very alive.
"This place gives me the willies," said Ozz, peering out the viewscreen. There wasn't much to see. It was mostly fog and the shapes of trees.
"I can see a weirdo like Balaam living here..." Nathan mused. "You don’t think he put the Heart here, do you?"
“Nah, that’d be giving me a break. Luck hasn’t done that in years.” He glanced around at the damp, dismal surroundings, his face scrunched with dread. “It ain’t gonna start on this planet.”
Ozz set the Lucky Star down on some alarmingly mushy ground, and powered down the craft. He turned to his companion and shrugged.
"Let's go find out, nerd. And hey, let's stick it to those Imps, ey? What happened on Ossus..."
Nathan understood. He clapped a hand on Ozz's shoulder. “I know.”
They gathered their equipment and trekked out into the woods. The sounds of a million living things filled the air. The smell of mildew and bog water floated up into their noses from underfoot. Tendrils of vine hung down around them from the twisting branches overhead.
"Yeah, this has got to be the place...now, Balaam's writings mention landmarks; the shores of the swamp, a grove of mushrooms, and a magic tree."
Ozz scanned the canopy with the barrel of his blaster. Something flew overhead. He jumped, but held his fire. "Yeesh! How do we know they're not on the other side of the planet?"
That was a possibility, one that tempted Nathan to despair. But he kept his hope.
"Honestly, I don't know," he admitted. "But...I don't think they are. I'm not sure why, but I've got a feeling."
The sounds of creatures and the dense foliage became obstacles they were unwilling to brave. Much to their disgust, this forced them to their only remaining option: the water. Nathan cajoled Ozz into joining him, which says something about the noises in the void of the woods and how they affected them both, that they were willing to wade chest-deep into opaque, smoky water.
"What's that smell?" Ozz groaned, the swamp water inches from his nose.
Nathan, who was miserable, gave him an incredulous look. They were soaked in oily, gunky swampwater, dragging at their clothes and limbs. Something in Nathan's mind considered what else could he dragging at his hands and legs, and images of tentacles and eels had to be forcibly pushed from his brain.
Then they saw the strangest thing.
The flicker of firelight.
They pointed it out to each other and squinted against the tepid mist. It was real.
Just as real, they discovered, were the two men sitting at the campfire, their leaning tents pitched feet away. Tall trees reaching down towards them with roots like cages.
A shore, Nathan thought. Then he remembered this planet had been on Mayla's list. These strangers could be Imperial spies.
Just as he was about to warn Ozz, one of the men called out.
"Hoy, there! I don't believe it -- people?"
"Wet, stinky people," Ozz replied. "You fellas mind if we come on up?"
The man and his companion smiled. "Please do!"
They were rescued from the swamp waters and joined the strangers around the fire. Wings beat the air above them. Something groaned in the water they'd just left. But the fire was safefy.
"We're pilgrims," explained one of the strangers, with an odd grin. "What about you?"
Nathan and Ozz looked at each other. Even Nathan wasn't willing to extend trust this time, not in a situation like this.
Ozz cleared his throat. "Err, real estate," he lied. "Nice planet like this, with no colonies? I don't get it!"
The 'pilgrims' looked at each other, then broke into laughter. "You're a funny guy. Thanks for cheering up the mood."
Nathan felt paralyzed. Fear danced at the corners of his brain, fear of what might happen if they dropped their guard. He thought about the blaster at his side, and if it would work after being submerged. If he should just shoot them both now. They had to be spies, right?
But no. That would be murder. He couldn’t do something like that. You can't just shoot someone for a suspicion. Reacting to a nebulous fear was never the right opening move, and it was wrong, he decided, to try to prevent the possibility of evil by doing something evil first. Besides, the Searchers were pilgrims, maybe these were similar types.
A glow nearby caught Nathan's attention.
Small blue spots of light scattered across the mossy ground, hidden in and among the roots of the trees.
A grove of mushrooms.
Balaam's second landmark.
He felt something pull at him, a force or energy that wanted him to come searching. It was irresistible, and clouded his mind in such a way that he forgot his fears of Imperials and treachery.
He stared long enough that one of the pilgrims caught him looking.
“What are you, uh, looking at there?” the man asked, watching him keenly.
"Oh, nothing,” Nathan said, emerging from his thoughts. “I thought I saw a...an animal, out there. It was nothing. I, uh, better just go check, though."
Ozz half-rose from his spot. "Want a second?"
And expose their backs? No. "No," he said, and he smiled reassuringly. "You keep resting. I'll be right back."
"Sure thing!" Said one of the pilgrims, and the other nodded silently.
Nathan caught Ozz's eye, and flicked his own towards the Iakaru's blaster. Ozz understood.
"I'll be right back," said the young man, who then walked deeper into the woods.
The sound of cracking fire faded into the distance as it was replaced by the hum of forest life. The mushrooms were just the start, they led him like a trail, becoming larger and wilder as he went. Finally, after chasing their path for several minutes, Nathan looked up to see the tree.
It was old. Its bark was like wrinkles, crevices in a face with no features. Its roots splayed out like enormous fingers that raked the ground. It seemed to heave with breath, to pulse, to live. Now in silence, Nathan found he was utterly alone with this ancient thing. The woods shrank back from it, as if from deference or fear. Nothing ventured close.
It beckoned him.
He felt it in his inward being. The draw.
A dark opening in its roots, like a doorway, stood open to him.
Nathan took hesitating steps. His spirit ached with restlessness, a need to see what was inside that burned and fried the edges of his nerves.
He entered the depths of the Magic Tree.
The hollow was dark.
He was alone in a den of soil. Fibrous sinew traced many-forked veins in the earth.
He felt a presence.
"Who's there?" He whispered.
"It's me, Nathan."
Mayla stepped out from behind a gnarl of root. She looked as he remembered. Sharper, even. Her bangs fell over her face, her dark eyes shone in the bare light. She walked with grace, poise, as if compensating for her stature.
"Why are you here?" She asked.
He wanted to reach out, to touch her cheek. "To...to stop the Empire. To save lives and find…something powerful."
He saw the disappointment in her face. The vulnerability, the openness that had drawn him to her in the first place.
"...I thought you were here for me?"
"I am!" He said quickly. "But...Mayla...I don't know how to find you."
She stepped closer and smiled. "I forgot, you think my name is 'Mayla'...that's okay. You've done everything so well, exactly as I wanted."
"Well, that manifest you left us has been our guide. That’s all thanks to you."
"Yes, it is. Just what was needed, right? I was always told I was resourceful."
Nathan stood a hesitant step back. His mind was swirling. Everything felt completely real, the question of how it could be happening seemed distant and foggy and not worth considering. His skepticism seemed to leave him, soaked into the walls of soil. But his reason wasn’t gone entirely, and her words started to raise flags, even in his currently-dim mind. "...What?"
"You've done just what we needed. You'll find what you seek, and the Empire will win."
Nathan started to speak, but she stepped closer, close enough to smell. She held up a finger to his lips, quieting him.
"I know you don't like that, but if you need a consolation prize...we can be together. It's the only way it'll work. Things will happen fast, Nathan."
The way she said his name made his heart flip.
"They'll happen so fast. That's how things happen, when change is coming. Your pilot will die, Syfot, some others...but you and me? We'll be alive, together, forever. And so many others, too. We'll give them safety," she said, and she winked. He could feel her breath as it mingled with the fog.
"I...want...you," she whispered, and his stomach fell. He stared at her eyes as they closed.
No.
"No," he murmured.
She leant forward, her lips parted.
"No," he repeated, and he stepped back. "You're not her," he said. "I don't want this."
Mayla's eyes flicked open, staring up into his. "You do. You want me, most of all," she smiled, her cheeks dimpling. "Remember what you gave up? Everything else -- everyone else --- was just a way of getting to me."
"No!" He stuttered, and he fell back, tripping on a root. "No, no, no!"
Her eyebrow curved. She frowned. "Nathan..."
"Not anymore!" He said. "No, I...I want to find you so bad, Mayla, but...this isn't just about you and me, not anymore. Things have changed. I'm not just in this for you anymore, I've got to…” He shook his head, trying to clear the fog. “…I’ve got to do what's right. I've got to stand up to these people. It's about the Searchers who died on Ossus, and Abay, and Jep, and...and...Ozz."
Nathan blinked, thinking of his friend. He had left his friend, his best friend, with the enemy.
"Ozz," he repeated.
"That monkey? You've got to be tired of being cooped up with that smelly, stupid thing. Trust me," she whispered, her fingers running up his arm. "I’m much better company than he is."
Nathan, eyes wide, said nothing. With all his strength of will, he pulled away, turned, and fled.
Nathan rushed through the woods. He heard screams. His name.
First from behind, in the voice of the girl he loved.
Then from the shore, echoing, hoarse, in the voice of Ozz Sabaran.
"NATE! NAAATE!" Followed by grunts and shrieks of pain.
Ozz.
The firelight flickered in the mist. A dark shape stepped into his path, weapon raised. The blood-red light of blaster fire struck a tree by his head, sparks and smoke burst from the impact.
Nathan was not afraid. He was not angry. He had to help his friend.
Desperate, he raised his hands.
His fingers curled with the warm mist.
Reached with the roots.
Stretched with the beating wings.
Stood with the soil.
He heard one of the pilgrims cry. The thrash of water and wet cloth and arms. Dragged from the shore, he disappeared beneath the surface.
The wildness of life beat like a drum in his ears.
The other pilgrim—Imperial spy—stumbled and entangled himself in the strong vines. Something seized him and pulled into the air, while he flailed his arms to try and break free of the tightening plants. The flying things took notice, their squawking growing agitated and hungry.
His cries ended abruptly, and the flailing stopped.
Nathan rushed to his friend's side. Ozz's leg was bent wrong, blood trickled from his mouth.
"Too...fast...for me," he choked.
Nathan hurried to tear a piece of tent, his hands shaking.
Ozz wiped his mouth. "What...was...?"
"I don't know," Nathan said shakily. "How about we never speak of it again? Kinda freaked out. Are you okay? I can't believe I left you here!” he cursed himself. “What’d they do?"
"Wanted...to know...what we knew. Turns out, they were spies. Can you believe it?" he said weakly, with a hint of irony.
"Your leg is broken," Nathan said gravely. "Rest here, I'm so sorry, Ozz."
"it's okay, kid, I'm alright. We Iakaru are tough sons of -- ouch!"
Nathan let the leg go, the bone now set.
"What was that?" Ozz winced.
"Oh, a trick from the orphanage. I didn't come up with it."
"Geez, rough orphanage.” Ozz shook his head, impressed and relieved. “See? Long as I got you around, I'll be right as rain. Thanks for the save, kid."
"I’ll try to be quicker next time,” Nathan said with a wry look. “Things got weird. Ozz, we have to get out of here."
"You're telling me. Did you uh, get the Heart thing?"
"I didn't get anything, but I found what we need. But I need your help. Will you…” He swallowed his pride, asking his friend openly, “please come with me? I'm...honestly, I’m afraid to go back alone."
Ozz grinned to himself, chuckling at the irony. "You need Ozzie? Even one-legged Ozzie?"
Nathan made a face. "What else is new?"
"Wanna hand me my blaster? I'm really raring for a hike. Gotta get this leg working, that’s the best thing for a hurtin’ leg.”
Nathan stood before the magic tree again, now with Ozz by his side, supported by an old branch.
Nathan had explained what he'd seen to Ozz, but despite Ozz's vigilant eye, nothing appeared from the shadows of the roots.
There was writing on the trunk of the tree. Nathan got as close as he dared. Ozz covered him with the blaster.
"Whatcha got? Anything useful?"
Nathan was scratching down notes in his notebook, thankful for the material Luke had chosen that had endured the bog.
"Coordinates in the Bark, half."
“Coordinates? Like, readable, usable coordinates?”
“Yeah, I guess it’s that simple. Maybe Balaam wasn’t so bad after all. Thanks, pal,” he said quietly to the carving.
"Simple! Ha! You telling me--"
Nathan grimaced. "—He hid the other half on a flame world? Yeah, guess it would be weird for things to get any easier."
Ozz sighed. "Yeesh, another planet with no payout. Can't wait to eat more grayweave..." He shrugged, and gave a lopsided grin to his scribbling companion.
Well, at least we won't get wet again...right, kid?"
Nathan grinned back at him, feeling very glad he was there to joke and lighten the terrible mood. There was no one he could think of he’d rather have by his side.
"Yeah. Right!"
The tree, unmoving, unknown, watched as they left, Nathan supporting Ozz as while he limped along. Soon, the Lucky Star left the atmosphere, and the ancient planet was unchanged for their visit. The roots still dug, the fog still swirled, and the creatures flew between the trees. And despite its appearance, everything was vibrant and alive.
Like it on MOCpages to help the Ashes Rule! Your like matters! This is Decisive Action 3.
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I used to think I was terrible at making aircraft, but I am very happy with how this turned out, and was blessed with excellent pictures too, by some freak, haha, because I'm no good at photography and had a bad camera too, lol. But here are the pictures of my Ground Attack Aircraft made for DA3, and I encourage you to scroll through all the pictures, I don't think you'll regret it!! It features movable wings, opening cockpit, removable landing gear, and three weapon systems, and I think it is my most decaled build to date.
Hope you like it, gentlemen! Thanks for stopping by!
Day 17 - i thought i'd go outside and try to grab some pics of the moon. yeah. that's a little harder than i thought. i need to read up on what i was doing wrong. i just got a big blurry orb. so instead i decided to try a little light painting. this was my fourth photo out of four. it was about a ten second exp. im not sure if it was the full ten... my battery died either during this exposure or immediately after it. no flashes were used. i just used my trusty Energizer Hard Case Tactical Flashlight to paint the blue. the upper branches were painted by my neighbors security light.
on a side note - just found out i could do rear curtain sync with my cheapo triggers... not sure what im going to do with that, but at least i can do it if i want. this photo has nothing to do with that. i just thought i would share that out loud.
This photo and the next photo of the first flight of a Red Tail Hawk are two photos i took this morning.
I had gone to the gym and on the way back i noticed a couple photographers with their big 400's out pointed at the church.
I went home and grabbed my 300 (yes i was envious of the 400's...but i am secure in my manhood hehe)
This is the second year the Red Tails have nested in Galt. This year the mother has three young.
If you want to go shoot them i would go soon, two have now flown and the third will by the end of the week. I do not know how long after they first take flight they leave the nest, but if you want to take some photos up close and personal you might want to head down there in the next two or three days.
25 Octobre: cela fait plus de 3 semaines que plus de 150 familles dorment sur les trottoirs de la rue de la Banque, devant le Ministère de la Crise du Logement. Aujourd'hui, une délégation a été reçue par Christine Boutin, Ministre de la Ville et du Logement, mais sans résultat (apparemment, le Ministère aurait demandé une liste permettant d'identifier les familles les plus démunies afin de solutionner leur problème, mais l'ensemble des mal logés exigent une solution globale, et ont refusé cette offre).
Ici, une petite fille a l'air un peu triste ou fatiguée entre les tentes.
Merci de lire les explications en début d'album / Please read the explanations at the beginning of the set
Years ago, a friend told me a story from her childhood that I'd not heard before, and I think of it often. The story goes like this:
One morning, a little girl was looking across the valley from her house, admiring the beautiful golden windows on a house on the top of the hill.
"Mom," she said, "Do you see that house on the hill with golden windows? It must be so beautiful there, and the people who live there must be so wealthy! I'll bet they have no problems and their lives are filled with happiness every day. I wish OUR HOUSE had golden windows."
"Oh, darling," replied the mother, "no one's life is perfect. Even people who live in a house with golden windows."
"No, I think you are wrong! I want to go see for myself!" So the mother packed the daughter a lunch, and away the daughter went to cross the valley and see how wonderful life was for the people who lived in the house with golden windows.
The girl walked all day long. As she reached the bottom of the valley, she lost sight of the house but kept going. It was dusk by the time she reached the top of the other hill. But to her surprise, all she found was an ordinary house. She saw no golden ornaments, nothing that made the house look different or more special than any other house. The people looked ordinary, just like the people in her own family. She was puzzled.
Disappointed, she turned around to gaze at her own house across the valley she'd just crossed. And to her surprise, her house was ablaze with light. The windows shone with gold as the setting sun lit them up. In disbelief, she looked again at the ordinary house in front of her, then back to her house gleaming across the way.
"MY house has golden windows!" she said in amazement. She stood for a moment, struck by how beautiful her house looked from this side of the valley. She took off running back down the hill, eager to return to her family.
Morella, Castelló (Spain).
ENGLISH
This is the Catxo, the dungeon where Juan II of Aragón had prisoner his own son Carlos, Prince of Viana, in 1461.
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The castle of Morella (Province of Castellón, Spain), constructed at the top of the town on the “Mola” taking advantage of the rock, is a fortification of 13th century of Islamic architecture with later reforms of medieval architecture. It consists of the square of arms (1,070 ms), the palace of the governor, the Rain tank, the tower of the Pardalea, retreats to the flight by where entered the Carlistas in 1838, prison of Cacho, rest of real palaces, towers of Tribute, and official pavilions, by where are passed different forms from civilization and cultures.
In the area of the castle they have appeared prehistoric rest, Iberian and Roman. After it reconquers it began the present walls and the dependencies that already existed were qualified for the Christian kings.
The castle is divided in three levels: a first level located in the lower part of the rock in which there is the entrance and the Palace of the Governor. In the second level the artillery batteries were located. And in the third level would be the castle itself. The lower part this surrounded by walls and towers, of which they are the majority semicircular, that arises from the west part in zigzag form.
The castle, in the upper part, underwent modifications in the war of Succession and during the carlistas wars, being bombed the celoquia tower in 1813. To this more elevated zone it is acceded through stairs, that had 90 steps of which 54 are conserved, that leads to a door that takes step to the square by a passage that ends at the square of arms.
In center of the same one is a rain tank of Roman time, on which there are a sentry box of 19th century and the rest of a guardhouse. In the South part are the rest of a construction composed by semibasement that communicated with the celoquia tower.
To the Southeast is the celoquia tower, that it was the Christian tower of the tribute. It was reformed in 13th century, according to documents of 18th century it has three plants, with vault the ground floor and first, with outer cover to four waters. It did not have stairs, and the interior communication was made by the adjacent buildings. It had in its cellar the chapel of Santa Barbara and Santa Magdalena until 18th century, then become a jail.
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CASTELLANO
Éste es el Catxo, el calabozo donde Juan II de Aragón tuvo preso a su hijo Carlos, Príncipe de Viana, en 1461.
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El castillo de Morella (Provincia de Castellón, España), construido en lo alto de la población sobre la "Mola" aprovechando la roca, es una fortificación del siglo XIII de arquitectura islámica con reformas posteriores de arquitectura medieval. Consta de la plaza de armas (1.070 m), el palacio del gobernador, el Aljibe, la torre de la Pardalea, retretas al vuelo por donde entraron en 1838 los Carlistas, prisión de Cacho, restos de palacios reales, torres de Homenaje, y pabellones oficiales, por donde han pasado diferentes formas de civilización y culturas.
En el área del castillo han aparecido restos prehistóricos, ibéricos y romanos. Tras la reconquista se iniciaron las actuales murallas y las dependencias que ya existían fueron habilitadas para los reyes cristianos.
El castillo se divide en tres niveles: un primer nivel situado en la parte inferior del peñón en el que se encuentras la entrada y el Palacio del Gobernador. En el segundo nivel se situaban las baterías de artillería. Y en el tercer nivel se encontraría el castillo propiamente dicho. La parte inferior esta rodeada de murallas y torres, de las cuales son la mayoría semicirculares, que surgen de la parte oeste en forma de zigzag.
El castillo, en la parte superior, sufrió modificaciones en la guerra de Sucesión y durante las guerras carlistas, siendo bombardeada la torre celoquia en 1813. A esta zona más elevada se accede a través de una escalera, que tenía 90 peldaños de los que se conservan 54, que conduce a una puerta que da paso a la plaza por un pasadizo que desemboca en la plaza de armas.
En el centro de la misma se encuentra un aljibe de época romana, sobre el que hay una garita del siglo XIX y los restos de un cuerpo de guardia. En la parte sur se encuentran los restos de una edificación compuesta por semisótano que se comunicaba con la torre celoquia.
Al sudeste se encuentra la torre celoquia, que fue la torre del homenaje cristiana. Fue reformada en el siglo XIII, según documentos del siglo XVIII tenia tres plantas, con bóveda la planta baja y la primera, con cubierta exterior a cuatro aguas. No tenía escalera, y la comunicación interior se realizaba por los edificios colindantes. Tuvo en su sótano la capilla de Santa Bárbara y Santa Magdalena hasta el siglo XVIII, luego paso a ser un calabozo.
Addendum: it seems the dream is running fast to an end . . . and it is a sad one
A dictator always says "My people!" as if it were a herd to be gathered in a stable, in fences, uses demagogy to get people's consensus and stops freedom of thought, speech, religion and condemns and punishes each diversity.
A wise chief of his state always addresses the free citizens that believed his non demagogist plan to preserve their freedom, and knows that diversities ar richness and fuel for freedom and democracy and protects them and promotes free debate, exchange and peaceful coexistence.
The boundary between Asia and Europe is almost everywhere uncertain, but in one place it's perfectly delineated: along the Bosphorus and the Dardanelles.
So Istanbul, that spans on both sides of Bosphorus Channel, is the only city in the world being subdivided in two continents.
Şemsi Pasha (Üsküdar): Istanbul - Asia
Galata Tower (Beyoğlu): Istanbul - Europe (in the background)
Bosphorus Channel in the middle
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Shot it at GANGASAGAR Fair.
Gangasagar Mela(fair) is the largest fair celebrated in West Bengal. This fair is held where the Ganga and the Bay of Bengal form a nexus. Hence the name Gangasagar Mela. The river Ganga which originates in the Gangotri glacier in the snow clad Himalayas, descends down the mountains, reaches the plains at Haridwar, flows through ancient pilgrimage sites such as Benares and Prayag, and drains into the Bay of Bengal. Sagar Island, at the mouth of the river Hooghly in Bengal where the Ganga breaks up into hundreds of streams, and drains into the sea, is honored as a pilgrimage site.
A dip in the ocean, where the Ganga drains into the sea is considered to be of great religious significance particularly on the Makara Sankranti day when the sun makes a transition to Capricorn from Sagittarius and this town becomes home to vast fairs, drawing visitors and recluses from all over the state. There is a common belief among the locals that the girls who take the holy dip get handsome grooms and the boys get beautiful brides. When they are done with the ritual obligations, they head towards the Kapilmuni Temple situated nearby, to worship the deity as a mark of respect.
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Callier, a childhood friend of Curtis Mayfield, began recording in 1963 but never reached stardom despite a series of regional hits in the 1960s and 1970s. In 1983, he gained custody of his 12-year-old daughter Sundiata and decided to retire from music to look for a steadier income. He took classes in computer programming and landed a job at the University of Chicago in 1984.
He reemerged from obscurity when British DJs discovered his old recordings and began to play his songs in clubs in the late 1980s. Acid Jazz Records head Eddie Piller brought Callier to play clubs in Britain beginning in 1991 and he began to make regular trips to play gigs during his vacation time from work.
In the late 90s Callier began his comeback to recorded music, contributing to Beth Orton's Best Bit EP in 1997 and releasing the album Timepeace in 1998, which won the United Nations' Time For Peace award for outstanding artistic achievement contributing to world peace. Curiously, his colleagues at the University of Chicago never learned of Callier's life as a musician, but after the award the news of his secret life became widely known and subsequently led to his firing.
Callier today is continuing his recording career having currently released five albums since Timepeace.
May 2009 saw his album Hidden Conversations featuring Massive Attack released on Mr Bongo records.
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Despite most popular western beliefs, the sun is honored in a female form as well, in India. Actually, not one, but in three significant forms.
They are Gayatri, Savitri and Sarasvati, respectively. Gayatri is the early morning sun, that peeps out at the crack of dawn. It is presented in the form of a young and beautiful woman, who is initiates action.
Anyone who wakes up at dawn can confirm what a beautiful sight the sun is. And almost always there is absolute stillness before she comes out of the horizon, and when she is up, life springs into action. Birds begin to fly. Peope begin to move about. Flowers begin to blossom. Its a magical time.
This capture was taken at the same place as the previous capture. I could not resist the wires across the sun, and when I framed it, two angels in the form of the birds stopped by. What a glorious moment.
I dedicate this shot to the sun, the source of light, without which photography could not be possible...
Photograph © Kausthub Desikachar
Photographed with a Canon EOS 5D Mark II, and Canon EF 100-400mm F4.5-5.6 IS USM L Lens with Canon EF 2X Extender. Handheld. Yes, thats right. Handheld.
The previous photo I posted yesterday was taken at 16mm, with my super wide angle lens, while this one is with a super telephoto lens and a 2X extender. This one was framed at 660mm.
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Was lucky enough to be let out of work early enough to race to Porthcawl to catch the amazing sunset. This was taken on the edge of a rather large rock pool.
Unfortunately messed up exposing for the shadows and not sure I can do any post processing to fix!
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No photoshop or image processing done, straight from camera. I've used effects function in D7100 to select the blue color and make background BW
'Remembering Old Manila' On Black
The San Sebastian Church in Manila “is the first all-iron church in the world, the first iron edifice in Asia and the second in the world after Eiffle Tower.”
Some historians claim Gustave Eiffel designed the metal structure of the church.
Diptych with Diamonds (Diamonds_in_the_soles_of_her_shoes) for the Diptych This! group.
Left: Plaza del Carmen, Quiapo, Manila.
Right: Diamonds' "Old Manila".
Si recorres sosegadamente las calles y plazas de La Alberca, te irás encontrando, viajero, con atractivos rincones y perspectivas, en los que resalta una arquitectura popular levantada a base de piedras y geométricos entramados de madera.
Destacan los dinteles cincelados con fechas de fundación de las casas, con inscripciones, signos y anagramas religiosos, que quieren ser profesión visible de fe.
Cada una de las plantas superiores va sobresaliendo sobre la inferior, hasta llegar casi a tocarse los aleros de los tejados de las casas que se hallan frente a frente, lo que hace que en las calles se produzca un curioso juego de luces y sombras.
Se ha dicho que la estructura urbana de La Alberca es la de una judería, por lo intrincado, laberíntico y secreto de sus calles. Pero tampoco han faltado quienes, al recorrer el pueblo, lo han asociado con los arrabales de Damasco.
La Alberca es así la unión, a lo largo de los siglos, de las culturas cristiana, islámica y judaica.
Y no debes, visitante, dejar de ver la Plaza, y de detenerte en ella. Con sus fachadas recorridas por dos series de balcones, con la luz de la cal, con sus soportales e hileras de columnas graníticas y con el crucero presidiéndola. Es, sin duda, el eje central de La Alberca.
(Fuente: pagina web del Ayuntamiento de La Alberca)
View Large On Black Photo taken in the park at the corner of Broadway and 10th St in Red Lodge, MT... where we have a vacation home... Red Lodge was included in the National Geographic Adventure 2008 list of Best Places to live at the number 10 position:
10. Red Lodge, Montana
Set beside Yellowstone National Park in the wooded Beartooth Mountain foothills, Red Lodge is the toned-down Jackson alternative—complete with a smaller (and less intimidating) ski resort on its 9,416-foot signature peak. The town’s epic 71-mile Peaks to Prairie triathlon every April shows outsiders what they’re missing.
Population: 2,455
Median home price: $290,760
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This afternoon I found this beatiful car, parked a few feet from my house.
This is actually the first 997 Turbo I've seen that was parked so freely as this one.
That gave the opportunity to shoot some nice pictures of this underrated supercar.
The 997 Turbo debuted in February 2006 at the Geneva Motor Show. It has a new front bumper with turn signals which are LED lights in a horizontal bar through the air intake. The fog lights are moved to the corners of the bumpers. Large air intakes in front of and behind the rear wheels are other obvious visual cues. The retractable rear wing is also one of the highlights, a feature which has been available on the 996 Turbo as well.
The engine is based on the rugged and very reliable 964/GT1 design rated 480 PS (350 kW; 470 hp) and 620 N·m (460 lb·ft). The turbocharger uses two-stage resonance intake system.
The BorgWarner's Variable Turbine Geometry (VTG), first variable geometry turbines introduced to street Porsche 911 cars, uses guide vanes located in front of the turbine wheel that modulates inflow angle and speed. Variable geometry turbines were previously only available to diesel engined vehicles, but a similar approach was used successfully by Garrett starting in 1989 with the Shelby CSX that utilized a computer controlled variable nozzles instead.
2009 Porsche 997 Turbo in Carrara WhiteThe optional Sport Chrono package allows 911 Turbo to overboost for 10 seconds, increasing peak torque over a narrow rev range. According to official Porsche figures, it accelerates 100 km/h (62 mph) in 3.9 seconds with the manual transmission, and 3.7 seconds with Tiptronic S transmission. It has also recorded a 60 mph (97 km/h) time of 3.2 seconds at the hands of US motoring publication Motor Trend, eclipsing all of its major competitors and even Porsche's own Carrera GT supercar. The 997 Turbo has an official top speed of 318 km/h (198 mph) and Jeremy Clarkson getting up to an indicated speed of 322 km/h (200 mph) during his 2008 video special, Clarkson: Thriller.
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Jan Kochanowski (6 VI 1530 - 22 VIII 1584)
TREN VIII
Wielkieś mi uczyniła pustki w domu moim,
Moja droga Orszulo, tym zniknieniem swoim!
Pełno nas, a jakoby nikogo nie było:
Jedną maluczką duszą tak wiele ubyło.
Tyś za wszytki mówiła, za wszytki śpiewała,
Wszytkiś w domu kąciki zawżdy pobiegała.
Nie dopuściłaś nigdy matce się frasować
Ani ojcu myśleniem zbytnim głowy psować,
To tego, to owego wdzięcznie obłapiając
I onym swym uciesznym śmiechem zabawiając.
Teraz wszytko umilkło, szczere pustki w domu,
Nie masz zabawki, nie masz rozśmiać się nikomu.
Z każdego kąta żałość człowieka ujmuje,
A serce swej pociechy darmo upatruje."
J.K.
Tren VIII
Your flight, my dearest, caused
This vast emptiness in my house.
We are so many yet no one's here:
One tiny soul and so much is gone.
You spoke and sang for all alone,
Skipped around in every corner of the house,
Never let your mother fret,
Never let your father brood,
Hugging one and then the other,
Cheering all with joyful laughter.
Now all is silent, the house stands bare,
There's no laughter, song or joy.
From every corner stares remorseless grief
As gnawing heartache vainly seeks relief.
TRANSLATIONS BY ADAM CZERNIAWSKI
/Wystawa prac absolwentów i nauczycieli wiśnickiego Plastyka, Muzeum Okręgowe w Nowym Sączu,
Oddział Zamek w Wiśniczu, 31 maja - październik 2008 /
...just think! would ya?
I've been seeing this particular piece of graffiti around a lot. The first time I saw it was on the trail to the top of Koko Crater and then again etched onto the railway ties while going up. Later I would see it on street signs, buildings, etc., around the Hawaii Kai area (where I live). I wondered what it meant, other than the literal meaning of the word "think!" It was written the same way in this script wherever I saw it tagged. Someone had definitely thought out its design and has some purpose for scrawling it...
While parking at Costco the other day, I saw it written on the concrete base of the light post in front of my vehicle, so I snapped it with my iPhone.
Anyway, I guess we all could pause to "think!" once in a while, eh?
So, think!
Oh, and...
H A P P Y . T H A N K S G I V I N G . E V E R Y O N E !
s it getting better?
Or do you feel the same?
Will it make it easier on you now?
You got someone to blame
You say
One love
One life
When it's one need
In the night
One love
We get to share it
Leaves you baby if you
Don't care for it
Did I disappoint you?
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well it's
Too late
Tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We're one, but we're not the same
We get to
carry each other
carry each other
One
Have you come here for forgiveness?
Have you come to raise the dead?
Have you come here to play Jesus?
To the lepers in your head
Did I ask too much?
More than a lot.
You gave me nothing,
Now it's all I got
We're one
But we're not the same
See we
Hurt each other
Then we do it again
You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a temple
Love is a higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can't keep holding on
To what you got
When all you've got is hurt
One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters and my
Brothers
One life
But we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other
One...
One...
extended version
Can You hear us coming Lord
Can You hear us call
Feel us knocking
We're knocking at Your door
U2 : One
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I shot this scene a few hours ago after I picked up my two kids from kindergarten. We agreed to take a walk and smell some nature along the river-side (the Ems), which is virtually in my backyard, a few meters behind me while taking this shot. I always tend to take my camera with me no matter how where I go. Especially now with my new 70-300mm VR attached, because there's always some wildlife to explore in the middle of the nowhere where I life, some real countryside that is.
In the meantime, while working on some new logo designs for new and existing clients because that's my job, I'm trying to review my archives from our vacation in the Ardennes. Too much treasures here, but little much time :)
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Exposure: + 1/500s . f/11.0 . ISO 400 . 116 mm
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This is for my dearest friend Anna Maria for her birthday, may you dance a lot (in any form) in this your "new" year in your life ... may have lots of joy, happiness and serenity (as you bring so much to yr friends and all) and have most happy day - as this rose of mine seemed to do so as it was loving the sun and the blue sky... cara amica mia ti auguro di tutto e piu,grazie per la tua amicizia ...AUGURI - HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
To all do ENJOY it too ...relax, be zen (sorry Music without adds is NO longer allowed by FLickr)... so close your eyes and image ... and be Happy!
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“Of all the means to insure happiness throughout the whole life, by far the most important is the acquisition of friends.”
― Epicurus, A Guide To Happiness
"I get by with a little help from my friends."
- John Lennon
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I am sorry but I am a mostly OFF - so I cannot comment on all of you but will catch up as soon as I can,I am so behind and busy -
Dandelion-leaf with a guest looking up to the sun!
This week the MM-task "looking up" was very challenging: first of all I didn't know whether I should look up or it should look up or .... then I looked around and found lots of things that looked up or I looked up to, but there was no possibility for a macro shot around.
Finally, I found this dandelion-leaf. It was so cute to see how it sat there alone in the grass and "looked" to the sun.
happy WEV and happy MM!
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I'm not a very crafty person.. but this was a nice little project to do with my son.. we colored them after.. so we might just hang the garland in the xmas tree! who knows!
*edit: on second thought.. I think I like this outtake better !
*** Explored ! :) ***
"Széchenyi lánchíd or Széchenyi Chain Bridge is a suspension bridge that spans the River Danube between Buda and Pest, the western and eastern sides of Budapest, the capital of Hungary. It was the first permanent bridge across the Danube in Budapest, and was opened in 1849.
Its two ends are:
Roosevelt Square (with the Gresham Palace and the Hungarian Academy of Sciences), and
Adam Clark Square (the Zero Kilometer Stone and the lower end of the Castle Hill Funicular, leading to Buda Castle).
The bridge is named after István Széchenyi, a major supporter of its construction. At the time of its construction, it counted as a wonder of the world. It had an enormous significance in the country's economics and life. Its decorations made of cast iron, and its construction, radiating calm dignity and balance, raised it among the most beautiful industrial monuments in Europe. It became a symbol of advancement, national awakening, and the linkage between East and West."
Amazing studio session with Elodie yesterday.
Setup shot is here.
Backstage video is HERE.
Thanks to the team. It was a great afternoon.
Strobist:
Cactus V5s as triggers.
1 LP160 @ 1/4th in Lumodi BeautyDish on the right, behind.
1 LP160 @ 1/4th in 40x60cm softbox on the left, behind.
Several flags to avoid light spills.
Canon EOS 5DmkII with EF 50mm f/1.4 @ 1/125th sec; f/5.0; iso100.
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V rámci asociačného procesu Čiernej Hory k Európskej únii a finančnej podpory z nástroja Investičný rámec pre Západný Balkán (WBIF) prebiehajú v regióne rozsiahle projekty zamerané na modernizáciu infraštruktúry a propagáciu ekologickej dopravy. Súčasťou týchto aktivít je aj vizuálna prezentácia investícií EÚ priamo v železničnej prevádzke. Jednotka 6111.104/105/106 obdržala špeciálny celoplošný propagačný polep Európskej únie, ktorý ju premenil na výrazný "moving billboard" európskych projektov v Čiernej Hore. Polep nesie výrazné grafické motívy EÚ a slogany ako "EU za Crnu Goru" či "Na putu ka EU", ktoré odkazujú na proces európskej integrácie a modernizácie dopravnej infraštruktúry.
Tento "billboard" má silný komunikačný význam, keďže jeho cieľom je vizuálne demonštrovať prínosy európskych fondov pre verejnosť a zdôrazniť investície do udržateľnej mobility a železničnej dopravy. Projekt je súčasťou širšej modernizácie železničnej infraštruktúry v Čiernej Hore, kde Európska únia spoločne s Európskou investičnou bankou (EIB) schválila financovanie vo výške približne 175 miliónov EUR na rekonštrukciu kľúčovej trate Bar–Golubovci, ktorá tvorí dôležitú spojnicu medzi pobrežím a vnútrozemím krajiny.
K oficiálnemu uvedeniu tejto kampane došlo v decembri 2025 na hlavnej stanici v Podgorici. Autor zdokumentoval jednotku dňa 11. júna 2026 ako vlak P 6157 [Podgorica–Bar] pred zastávkou Aerodrom. Fotografia zachytáva jednotku v bežnej prevádzke po jej poškodení v dôsledku vandalizmu, čo bohužiaľ posledné roky (hlavne od pandémie Covidu-19) je na miestne pomery viac než typické.
Maresme. Catalonia.
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Maresme's territory occupies a long and narrow area between the Mediterranean Sea and the hills of Serralada Litoral (Catalonia's coastal mountains), and specifically Montnegre's and Corredor's hills in the northern half and Sant Mateu's hills in the southern half. This particular shape has conditioned both the geography and the history of this comarca. Probably the main distinct elements of its geography are the characteristic rieres (torrents). These short, intermittent water streams, which cross the comarca transversally almost every hundred meters, produce powerful and dangerous floods when it rains.
Canet des de els Tarongers
Maresme has been historically very well connected with the rest of the comarca as well as with Barcelona thanks to old Camí Ral (Royal Way) (actual N-II main road) and railroad (The Barcelona–Mataró railroad route, finished in 1848, was the first ever in all the Iberian Peninsula). Communications were enhanced in recent years with the construction of the C-32's Barcelona–Mataró section (1969), which was the first autopista (highway) ever in Spain, and its subsequent enlargement, the Mataró-Palafolls's section (1995).
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This morning there was no mist. Morning had already broken and the sun rays bathed the surface of the river and the fields around. However, the sun had become so mild, like an Autumn sun.The best season to photograph had just arrived!
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Created for Textures for Layers Challenge #73: China Cat
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Bare with me guys...
I'll see everyone tonight! Miss Ya!
xo
Barcelona. Catalonia.
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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.
Hilo de la Fotohistoria en Pullip .es: NANA FINDS OUT! (4 of 4): Nana finds out! /
NANA SE ENTERA! (4 de 4): Nana se entera!
(Read in order, this is: SHOT/FOTO 47 of 50) PAG: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50.
FOTOHISTORY: In English / En Español
L: … (here we go again... the circus of the day)
/
L: … (Ya estamos... El numerito del día.)
LINKS:
- Hilo de las Fotohistorias de Shin y Yashiro en el Foro de Pullips: Pullip .es
- Hilo de la Relación entre Shin y Yashiro en la sección de Penpals de Pullip .es
- Ayrin and Sheryl PHOTOSTORIES
Aquí va entonces otra toma de este día particular en el cual el cielo tenía aires de fin del mundo.. :P
Esta fue tomada en el Salar de Atacama hace mas de 3 años ya.. Estábamos buscando el lugar de descanso de los flamencos!
Une autre du désert d'Atacama. Cette fois-ci au Salar d'Atacama à la recherche du lieu de repos des flamands roses.
Hope you like this other "divine light", shower of rays kind of picture!!
And a chance to give my "old buddy" Pana FZ50 a second life!! Cheers! =)
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Po tom, čo pravidelné nasadzovanie r. 714 na osobných a zrýchlených (Sp) vlakoch bolo ukončené alebo úplne minimalizované, zmizli aj "vežové" motorové lokomotívy z osobnej dopravy. To sa zmenilo s postupným dokončením modernizácie r. 742 na r. 742.3 pre ČD a zároveň so zavádzaním výhradnej prevádzky ETCS. Táto rada, prioritne do budúcna slúžiaca na rôzne preťahy súprav, vozňov, hnacích vozidiel a napäťové výluky na tratiach vybavených ETCS, sa začala vďaka ešte nedodaným motorovým jednotkám r. 847 používať v osobnej doprave turnusovo.
V grafikone 2024/2025 išlo v okolí Prahy o 3 rôzne pravidelné turnusové dni, pričom 2. deň TS 721 v soboty, nedele a sviatky znamenal nasadenie do Turnova. To nám dokumentuje záber 743.213 na vlaku Sp 1551 Český ráj [Praha hl.n. – Turnov] s vchodovým mechanickým návestidlom do stanice Křinec. Pretože objednávateľ dopravy požadoval vo vlakoch aj niekoľko miest na sedenie v prvej triede, bolo nutné do súprav radiť riadiace vozne ABfbrdtn795, čo môže na súprave obiehanej "kokotkou" (kvôli absencií mobilnej časti ETCS na riadiacom vozni) pôsobiť komicky, až bizarne.
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Je fais souvent ce rêve étrange et pénétrant
D'une femme inconnue, et que j'aime, et qui m'aime
Et qui n'est, chaque fois, ni tout à fait la même
Ni tout à fait une autre, et m'aime et me comprend.
Car elle me comprend, et mon coeur, transparent
Pour elle seule, hélas ! cesse d'être un problème
Pour elle seule, et les moiteurs de mon front blême,
Elle seule les sait rafraîchir, en pleurant.
Est-elle brune, blonde ou rousse ? - Je l'ignore.
Son nom ? Je me souviens qu'il est doux et sonore
Comme ceux des aimés que la Vie exila.
Son regard est pareil au regard des statues,
Et, pour sa voix, lointaine, et calme, et grave, elle a
L'inflexion des voix chères qui se sont tues.
Paul Verlaine
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My familiar dream
I often have this dream, strange and penetrating
of a woman, unknown, whom I love, who loves me,
and who’s never, each time, the same exactly,
nor exactly different, she knows me, she’s loving.
Oh she knows me, and my heart, growing
clear for her alone, is no longer a problem,
for her alone, she alone understands, then,
how to cool the sweat of my brow with her weeping.
Is she dark, blonde, or auburn? - I’ve no idea.
Her name? I remember it’s vibrant and dear,
as those of the loved that life has exiled.
Her eyes are the same as a statue’s eyes,
and in her voice, distant, serious, mild,
the tone of dear voices, of those who have died.
Paul Verlaine
Explored, thanks all :)
பறவைபோல ஒரு மனம் / A mind like a bird...
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How great and peaceful will life be had our mind be exactly like a bird, not worried about anything, exploring the unexplored, flying across oceans without any tiredness, breaking the boundaries laid by others, restricted by nothing. Its just so simple and light. Our mind right now is the most heaviest thing in the world, if the periodic tables have some space for elements which are weighed by emotions then for sure almost all of our minds will be fighting for a spot there. Such crowded is our mind, too many thoughts, some related some unrelated, some simple some complicated, some happy some worrying. There are too too much of thoughts running inside us. Imagine your mind is a bird and life is a tree, yeah a tree cannot move but it keeps growing and its your mind which can fly across and when its tired it has a place to rest. But our mind is too heavy to fly now, its like the tree is on the bird. Unleash your mind at least once in a while, let it fly, let it roam around this world then you will feel how enjoyable life can be. Have a great week ahead.Thanks for your favs, comments and visits
மேகத்தைக் கிழித்து அதில் தேங்கிக்கிடக்கும் நீர்த்துளிகளில் நனைய வேண்டும்,
உயர உயரப் பறந்து எங்கோ தூரமாய்ச் சென்று அமர்ந்து இந்த உலகை ரசிக்க வேண்டும்,
மொட்டு வெடித்து பூ ஒன்று பிறக்கையில் அதை அருகில் இருந்து பொறுமையாய்ப் பார்க்க வேண்டும்,
எரிமலைகளின் கதகதப்பில் குளிர்காய வேண்டும்,
இப்படி எத்தனையோ கடமைகள் காத்திருக்க,
இன்னும் வராத செய்தித்தாள், அடுத்த வாரம் வர இருக்கும் சம்பள உயர்வு,
என்று ஏதேதோ சாக்கு சொல்லி அலைந்துகொண்டிருக்கிறது என் மனம்
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Bethy would want you to View On Black
I'm already feeling the let down now that my 30 Song in 30 Days journey is over. It wasn't the first time I've used music to inspire my photography, and it certainly won't be the last, but I do need a bit of a break. So I tried to think about where to find my source of inspiration and it dawned on me that I am most inspired by the people who touch my life on a daily basis. My friends. So I decided that I am going to spend some time paying tribute to some of the wonderful flickr folks who have inspired me in the past and continue to do so every day that they post their beautiful works of art here for us to see.
In case you couldn't guess, today I am paying tribute to my good friend, Bethy. Bethy was one of my first real friends here in flickrland, and to this day remains one of my closest. Her photography is intense, dark, moody, and emotional. She pulls off this particular genre better than anyone I've seen and in such a perfectly Bethy way. As a person she is honest, open, caring and so fun. I can't believe with as close as we now live to each other, that we haven't gotten together in person yet. However, that is going to change in just a little over a week! And I cannot wait! I had so much fun playing around and trying to capture the essence of her style today. I'm not sure if I really did her justice, but I sure tried my best! I even selected an esoteric Bethy-style quote for my title. :)
Bethy, I love you, girl!
365 Days (self portraits): Day 184
Tributes to My Homies: JustCallMe Bethy