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La espera terminó. Después de 4 años vuelve a jugarse la copa mundial de fútbol.
Y allí estaremos una vez más. Para ilusionarnos, para emocionarnos, para sufrir, para llorar, para vivirlo a pleno.
Porque este 2010 puede ser como aquel glorioso 1986.
www.youtube.com/watch#!v=VQOPDj-5rHs
¡Vamos Argentina!
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The wait is over. After 4 years the World Cup is back.
And we'll be there again. To dream, to get excited, to suffer, to cry, to live it again.
Because this 2010 could be like that 1986.
www.youtube.com/watch#!v=VQOPDj-5rHs
Go Argentina go!
Strobist info: SB-900 1/8 200mm zoom on a chair camera left. Triggered by PW.
I spent the day at the hospital with my dad. It's strange, being on the inside.....I'm sure I used to see these scenes from the outside - some tired old man doddering along with his family. I don't remember what it looked or felt like when it wasn't so personal.
It was my mom's birthday - and she was in a horrible mood.....angry at everyone within reach for forgetting - only she attacked everyone before they even had a chance to wish her a happy birthday. I know it's her day, but that isn't an excuse to go on a rampage.
I love Portland, but my mother's presence has tainted the thing that I love most about it - the laid back attitude of everyone who lives here.
PS - Advice from anyone who has let their pro account die? Did you regret it? I just got the pro account eminent death warning....and I can't decide whether the money or the community is a higher cost to an unemployed artist. I mean, it seems like I would be okay with a normal account, or could change my mind with no big issue...right? Is there any reason that it's not an irreversible decision?
Jan 17, 2010
I was driving to Trader Joe's for my wife and noticed these flowers along the edge of the shoppingcenter. Someone said that for the 365 you need to keep your camera with you at all times... well, I'm glad I took their advice.
I forgot that I had the camera on f/4, so even with a 12mm lens, the other flowers are sadly out of focus. I think it turned out OK, but next time I'll be sure to use a much smaller aperture to get that large DOF.
UPDATE: Well, after reading all of your comments, maybe I'll use a narrow DOF again next time. :-) Thanks so much for the encouragement!
UPDATE #2: This photo was just selected to be the front cover of a tourism brochure in Vancouver, CA! www.mediafire.com/?tzmyehqnnjw
Nikon D90
Nikon 12-24 f/4
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).
View Our Lady of Lebanon on Black
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Nikon D810 + 14-24 mm f/2.8 @ 14 mm - 1/15 sec at f/4.5, ISO 1000
Manual mode @ -1/3 EV E.C - Pattern metering - no flash
Subject Distance: unknown
Ario and I were walking around Brooklyn Heights after getting some coffee and were in search of neat architecture. We were talking amongst ourselves about where to find some old churches, when a passerby overheard our chatting. He walked back towards us and told us that we had to check out the Lebanese Catholic church just up the road. We were fortuate to run into him because the interior of the church was absolutely stunning!
This cathedral was constructed in 1844 and was incorporated as a Roman Catholic cathedral in 1903. The exterior doors actually came from the SS Normandie, a french cruise liner which sunk into the Hudson River in 1942. The stained glass in the interior was actually made on site - they had a blast furnace at some point - by a member of their congregation. The interior doors were taken from a mansion of some sort around the turn of the century.
We ran into the pastor who told us all these things and more as we were admiring the interior, and was even kind enough to turn on the lights for me so I could get a better photo. I'm very glad we visited this place!
40°41'39" N 73°59'39" W, 79.1 ft
Our Lady of Lebanon Maronite Cathedral, Brooklyn Heights
Kings County, New York City, New York, United States
Taken on 08.24.2014, uploaded on 09.10.2014.
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Italia a Zandvoort
My stream was kind of dominated by Lamborghini's, after beeing at Italia a Zandvoort, but there were many beautiful Ferrari's too.
Here is a shot of a white Ferrari 430 Scuderia.
Serving as the successor to the Challenge Stradale, the 430 Scuderia (scuderia meaning "stable of horses", but also used in the context of motor racing teams, including Ferrari's own) was unveiled by Michael Schumacher at the 2007 Frankfurt Auto Show. Aimed to compete with cars like the Porsche RS-models and the Lamborghini Gallardo Superleggera (superleggera meaning super light weight), it is lighter (by 100 kg/220 lb) and more powerful (515 PS (379 kW; 508 hp) at 8500 rpm) than the standard F430. Increased power comes from a revised intake, exhaust, and an ion-sensing knock-detection system that allows for a higher compression ratio.[11] Thus the weight-to-power ratio is reduced from 2.96 kg/hp to 2.5 kg/hp. In addition to the weight saving measures, the Scuderia semi-automatic transmission gains improved "Superfast", known as "Superfast2", software for faster 60 millisecond shift-times. A new traction control system combines the F1-Trac traction and stability control with the E-Diff electronic differential. The Ferrari 430 Scuderia does 0-100 kilometres per hour (62 mph) in 3.6 seconds,[12] with a top speed of 198 miles per hour (319 km/h).[13] Ferrari claims that around their test track, Fiorano Circuit, it is faster than a Ferrari Enzo.
When tested on Top Gear, Jeremy Clarkson said "It appears to have been welded together by apes", referring to the exposed metalwork. However, he also said that it was a knife-edge racer, which is how a Ferrari should be. He was deeply impressed with its performance, and said that it blew away any Lamborghini. When given to the Stig to take round the Top Gear Test Track, it completed the cicuit in an impressive 1 minute 19.7 seconds which is faster than a Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren (1.20.9) and a Porsche Carrera GT (1.19.8).
In the foreground of this photo one can see the sow covered vith ash from the volcanic eruption witch is taking place not far from where this photo was taken.
I really like the light that´s coming from the eruption. I also like the clear blue sky and the northern lights are always a treat. Enjoy.
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Garrotxa. Catalonia.
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The Garrotxa Volcanic Zone Natural Park (Catalan: Parc Natural de la Zona Volcànica de la Garrotxa) is a natural park area covering a Holocene volcanic field (also known as the Olot volcanic field) in Catalonia, northeastern Spain. The volcanos, of which there are about forty within the park, are no longer active, with the last eruption (Croscat) occurring about 11,000 years ago.[1] However, the region is still seismically active, and a large earthquake in 1428 caused damage to buildings and twenty deaths in Barcelona, 90 kilometres (56 mi) to the south.
The park covers 12,093.02 hectares, and includes territory from eleven municipalities in the comarca of Garrotxa.[2] The built-up areas of Olot, Santa Pau, Sant Joan les Fonts and Castellfollit de la Roca are completely surrounded by the park. Including these urban areas, the population of the park is more than 40,000 people, and the economic development of the zone is one of the objectives of the park management, while trying to avoid the damage caused by quarrying, urban sprawl and illegal waste disposal. Some 980.86 ha of the park, including the best preserved volcanic cones, are fully protected as nature reserves.
Sometimes all you can do is bury your face in a friend's furry ear and hope that tomorrow will be a better day.
I woke up too early today, got sprayed in the face by my faulty faucet, forgot to eat, had no inspiration for a photo, went out on the balcony just as the sun sunk behind the mountain, stepped on pieces of a broken lightbulb. (Seriously, who leaves shards of glass on a porch?) Picked the pieces out of my foot, realized that my remote has now completely stopped working, (it still winks it's little blue light at me, tauntingly. How cruel.) Set the timer, failed when the dog came out, got my sister to push the shutter button for me, got locked outside by said sister who thought it was hilarious, froze, and realized that all this frustration had been observed all the while by an elderly diplomat in a suit who had been chatting animatedly with his friend on the balcony below. Done complaining, promise. I think I really just need some sleep.
It's funny how one certain person can turn an unusually miserable day around with just one word. I don't think hello has ever sounded so beautiful.
Cathedral of Cologne
Cologne, Nordrhein-Westfalen
Germany
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia:
Cologne Cathedral (German: Kölner Dom, officially Hohe Domkirche St. Peter und Maria) is the seat of the Archbishop of Cologne, Cardinal Joachim Meisner, and is under the administration of the archdiocese of Cologne. It is renowned as a monument of Christianity, of German Catholicism in particular, of Gothic architecture, and of the faith and perseverance of the people of the city in which it stands. It is dedicated to Saint Peter and the Blessed Virgin Mary.
The cathedral is a World Heritage Site, one of the best-known architectural monuments in Germany, and Cologne's most famous landmark, described by UNESCO as an "exceptional work of human creative genius". Cologne Cathedral is one of the world's largest churches and the largest Gothic church in Northern Europe. For four years, 1880-84, it was the tallest structure in the world, until the completion of the Washington Monument. It has the second-tallest church spires, only surpassed by the single spire of Ulm Cathedral, completed 10 years later in 1890. Because of its enormous twin spires, it also presents the largest façade of any church in the world.
The choir of Cologne Cathedral, measured between the piers, also holds the distinction of having the largest height to width ratio of any Medieval church, 3.6:1, exceeding even Beauvais Cathedral which has a slightly higher vault.
Construction of the Gothic church began in 1248 and took, with interruptions, until 1880 to complete – a period of over 600 years. It is 144.5 metres long, 86.5 m wide and its two towers are 157 m tall.
Cologne Cathedral, despite having been left incomplete during the medieval period, eventually became unified as "a masterpiece of exceptional intrinsic value" and "a powerful testimony to the strength and persistence of Christian belief in medieval and modern Europe", as was befitting a worship-place of the Holy Roman Emperor and the traditional shrine of the Three Kings.
More info:
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Let the games begin...
In fact, I "hate" those classical landmarks (too crowded)...but I couldn't miss this special one. A couple of weeks ago, my son david learned about the Romans in school and he knew a lot more about the Colosseum than me or my wife did. So it was quite a big deal for him.
The Colosseum, or the Coliseum, originally the Flavian Amphitheatre (Latin: Amphitheatrum Flavium, Italian Anfiteatro Flavio or Colosseo), is an elliptical amphitheatre in the centre of the city of Rome, Italy, the largest ever built in the Roman Empire. It is considered one of the greatest works of Roman architecture and Roman engineering.
Occupying a site just east of the Roman Forum, its construction started in 72 AD under the emperor Vespasian and was completed in 80 AD under Titus, with further modifications being made during Domitian's reign (81–96). The name "Amphitheatrum Flavium" derives from both Vespasian's and Titus's family name (Flavius, from the gens Flavia).
Capable of seating 50,000 spectators, the Colosseum was used for gladiatorial contests and public spectacles such as mock sea battles, animal hunts, executions, re-enactments of famous battles, and dramas based on Classical mythology. The building ceased to be used for entertainment in the early medieval era. It was later reused for such purposes as housing, workshops, quarters for a religious order, a fortress, a quarry, and a Christian shrine.
Although in the 21st century it stays partially ruined because of damage caused by devastating earthquakes and stone-robbers, the Colosseum is an iconic symbol of Imperial Rome. It is one of Rome's most popular tourist attractions and still has close connections with the Roman Catholic Church, as each Good Friday the Pope leads a torchlit "Way of the Cross" procession that starts in the area around the Colosseum.
The Colosseum is also depicted on the Italian version of the five-cent euro coin.
The Colosseum's original Latin name was Amphitheatrum Flavium, often anglicized as Flavian Amphitheater. The building was constructed by emperors of the Flavian dynasty, hence its original name, after the reign of Emperor Nero. This name is still used in modern English, but generally the structure is better known as the Colosseum. In antiquity, Romans may have referred to the Colosseum by the unofficial name Amphitheatrum Caesareum; this name could have been strictly poetic as it was not exclusive to the Colosseum; Vespasian and Titus, builders of the Colosseum, also constructed an amphitheater of the same name in Puteoli (modern Pozzuoli).
The name Colosseum has long been believed to be derived from a colossal statue of Nero nearby (the statue of Nero was named after the Colossus of Rhodes). This statue was later remodeled by Nero's successors into the likeness of Helios (Sol) or Apollo, the sun god, by adding the appropriate solar crown. Nero's head was also replaced several times with the heads of succeeding emperors. Despite its pagan links, the statue remained standing well into the medieval era and was credited with magical powers. It came to be seen as an iconic symbol of the permanence of Rome.
In the 8th century, a famous epigram attributed to the Venerable Bede celebrated the symbolic significance of the statue in a prophecy that is variously quoted: Quamdiu stat Colisæus, stat et Roma; quando cadet colisæus, cadet et Roma; quando cadet Roma, cadet et mundus ("as long as the Colossus stands, so shall Rome; when the Colossus falls, Rome shall fall; when Rome falls, so falls the world"). This is often mistranslated to refer to the Colosseum rather than the Colossus (as in, for instance, Byron's poem Childe Harold's Pilgrimage). However, at the time that the Pseudo-Bede wrote, the masculine noun coliseus was applied to the statue rather than to what was still known as the Flavian amphitheatre.
The Colossus did eventually fall, possibly being pulled down to reuse its bronze. By the year 1000 the name "Colosseum" had been coined to refer to the amphitheatre. The statue itself was largely forgotten and only its base survives, situated between the Colosseum and the nearby Temple of Venus and Roma.
The name further evolved to Coliseum during the Middle Ages. In Italy, the amphitheatre is still known as il Colosseo, and other Romance languages have come to use similar forms such as le Colisée (French), el Coliseo (Spanish) and o Coliseu (Portuguese).
Canon EOS 60D
Canon EF-S 10-22mm f/3.5-4.5 USM
Aperture: f/8
Exposure time: 1/125 second
Focal length: 13 mm
ISO Speed 100
Processed with PS CS5 and Nik Software's Silver Efex Pro 2
6:47 pm CET -> El mismo río, el mismo punto de vista, un encuadre diferente
Focal length: 15 mm
Aperture: f/10
Exposure: 1 sec
ISO Speed: 100
Manfrotto 190CXPRO4 + 460MG
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Bursaria truncatella tiene un cuerpo transparente y gelatinoso, casi parece una medusa en su suave y parsimonioso bucear entre dos aguas. Como una pequeña bola de humo, nebulosa microscópica, se muestra en el fondo oscuro de esta gota de agua ▷.
Es quizá el más grande de todos los ciliados y pese a estar formado por una sola célula, se puede observar a simple vista, corriendo por entre la gota de agua como un puntito blanco y nervioso del tamaño de la cabeza de un alfiler y es que Bursaria puede sobrepasar el milímetro y medio de longitud.
Al verla de cerca todo cambia, el nerviosismo se vuelve quietud y el punto blanco se desdibuja en un velo plegado y translúcido. Bursaria es un gran saco vivo cubierto de cilios. La antesala de su boca, el peristoma, se abre en todo su extremo anterior y llega casi hasta el fondo. En el interior de esta antesala una hendidura alargada y curva formada por membranas muy finas de cilios deja pasar hacia el interior del cuerpo todo lo que ha entrado en esta gran bolsa que constituye este ser.
Todas las entrañas de la nebulosa de Bursaria , aparecen dibujadas tenuemente con una fina malla, es la que da forma a su cuerpo y está formada por gran cantidad de vacuolas llenas de líquido.
Bursaria truncatella se alimenta prácticamente de todo lo que cabe dentro de su boca…y casi cabe de todo, desde diatomeas, algas verdes, pequeños crustáceos, rotíferos o ciliados forman parte de su dieta.
Bursaria truncatella no es un ciliado exigente ni infrecuente, aparece repartido por todo el Planeta en aguas dulces de muy distintas características.
Transparente y azulado, como un blanquecino velo sedoso hemos fotografiado a Bursaria truncatella a 100 aumentos utilizando la técnica de campo oscuro para resaltar algunos detalles de su interior. Procede de una muestra de agua recogida en un pequeño arroyo en las inmediaciones de Mahíde, en la comarca zamorana de Aliste.
Gracias a Santiago Ortiz por incorporar nuestro proyecto a su magnífico Bestiario.
Con nuestra gratitud también para Pilar Gil por la publicación en Qúo, a Antonio Martínez Ron ...y también Paul/
Puedes tener otra infomación en la exposición LA VIDA OCULTA DEL AGUA
Y en este catálogo
También en la galería de Fotolog
Y nuestro granito de arena por la Paz
Look the links below for a different way to look at my shots/ Regarder ci-dessous les liens pour voir mes photos d ' une autre façon
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Diwali the festival celebrated across India, sweets and firecrackers are two words which come into any ones mind who know about the festival. I have stopped buying firecrackers for more than 10 years now for various reasons. Initially it was child labor which forced me not to go for it. But now I am hearing more about the air and noise pollution because of these firecrackers , there is a village in Tamilnadu named Koonthankulam which have stopped bursting firecrackers because this being the season of migration of birds the sound of these firecrackers will force the birds to fly away. Proud of those people and their deeds, I dedicate this picture to them. This is my first cracker shot so please correct me with some tips and tricks. Hope the Diwali's to come will be pollution free. Thanks for your favs and comments
என் கரிவளியை கரியாக்கி,
என் செவிகளை செவிடாக்கி,
இனிதே நிறைவு பெற்றது இன்னுமொரு தீபா'வளி'
©Karthik photography
- it was a very hot/humid day ... and the water was blardii cold. SYIOK!!!. With the forest providing shade, and the momentary cloud cover, the conditions allowed a longer exposure setting on my P&S to get the silky water effect... perfect. waterfalls are no longer my kryptonite huhuhu :)
Jeram Toi
I'm taking more photos and I'm trying not to be so over critical and instead post more. Took this during my walk on the ice on saturday. I'm afraid I was stalking that poor old couple just to get something human into these shots (there'll probably be more to come). I hope I didn't scare them.
I've been tagged a couple of times so here we go
1. I have 2 days left of high school. it feels so good.
2. I want to go study photography in sweden next year. I'm nervous.
3. I love how much music can affect my mood.
4. I collect quotes, lyrics and beautiful words.
5. I wish I had more time to read.
6. I'm going interrailling through Italy this spring!
7. I have a loud laugh.
8. I've lived in the same house my entire life.
9. I saw 500 days of summer yesterday and Tom is now my imaginary boyfriend. I think more boys should dress like him.
11. Polaroid cameras have always fascinated me, I want one.
12. I love shooting live music.
13. I can't help dancing when I listen to Mumm ra's she's got you high
14. I tend to sing out loud when I walk to school with my headphones on
15. I wouldn't buy another brand than Nokia when it comes to phones.
16. I have a penpal i USA, her name is Alex and she's awesome.
17. I'm gonna learn how to play gnossienne nr.1 on piano before I die.
18. I'm also gonna learn to speak french.
19. I enjoy spending time on my own.
20. I have a test tomorrow and that is why I gladly made 10 extras.
Barcelona. Catalonia.
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The Magic Fountain of Montjuïc (Catalan: Font màgica de Montjuïc, Spanish: Fuente mágica de Montjuic) is a fountain located at the head of Avenida Maria Cristina in the Montjuïc neighborhood of Barcelona, Catalonia. The fountain is situated below the Palau Nacional on the Montjuïc hill and near the Plaça d'Espanya. The fountain, like most of the surrounding developments, was constructed for the 1929 Barcelona International Exposition.
The Magic Fountain was designed by Carles Buigas, who had designed illuminated fountains as early as 1922. The site where the fountain was constructed was the previous location of The Four Columns. The columns, representative of the Catalanism movement, were demolished in 1928 under the rule of Prime Minister Migel Primo de Rivera[1] and were re-erected in 2010 a few meters away from the original location.
Buigas submitted his design a year before the exhibition, with many calling the plan too ambitious, with too little time to complete. The construction project utilized over 3000 workers. The first show took place on May 19, 1929, the day before the start of the Exposition.[2] The fountain was badly damaged in the Spanish Civil War and did not operate until 1955, after Buigas oversaw needed repairs.
A blizzard blew as the ship, loaded with migrants bound for Australia, sat at its moorings awaiting clearance to cast off and begin its epic journey halfway around the world. Streamers thrown optimistically between ship and shore were blown off course by the wind and lost in the driving snow, denying those parting their symbolic breaking of the bonds. Not that it made any difference to him, personally. There was no one in Southampton to bid him farewell. His goodbyes had been said a day earlier on the railway platform in Aberdeen. He was already en route to the Antipodes.
The Beatles had recently released an album to catch the Christmas market and one of its tracks, I’ll Follow the Sun, seemed particularly appropriate for this shipload of migrants. One of the young people on board the vessel had brought with him a copy of the album but had no means of playing it until the ship docked at Port Said and was surrounded by a flotilla of vendors in Bum Boats selling all manner of goods from food, to clothes, to souvenirs, to watches and electronics. He bought a portable record player and from that moment onwards, the ship followed the sun to the sound of The Beatles, through the Suez Canal, down the Red Sea and across the Indian Ocean.
After voyaging for a month since leaving wintry England, they finally docked at the port of Fremantle in Western Australia. It was 106 degrees on the Fahrenheit scale as he stumbled down the gangplank and as the hot, stifling blanket of air enveloped him, almost suffocating him, he vowed to quit this inhospitable land at the first opportunity.
Needless to say, this vow, like so many others sworn on the spur of the moment, was not honored. But he never quite became acclimatized to the rigors of the Australian summer. And every year thereafter, as winter’s chill abated, The Beatles would taunt him with another of their songs: Here Comes the Sun
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
Dicen que de casta le viene al galgo.
En el caso de Estefanía no podía ser menos. Su padre Clifford Luyk -jugador/entrenador de baloncesto- y su madre Paquita Torres -Miss España/Europa- le han aportado buenos genes.
No estaba previsto que la cita se convirtiese en una sesión de estudio, pero es difícil tenerla frente a la cámara y no sentirse Mario Testino por unos instantes.
Iluminación: Elinchrom.
Localización: Why Not, Valladolid.
Agradecimientos: Sandra, Rosa e Israel.
(Muy poco retoque en Ps)
Best viewed Large on Black. It really differs!! فرق كبييييييييير
Best Ranked #242 on FLICKR EXPLORE!! thanx everyone for your comments and faves.
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Another photo from the same day which all 4 photos made it into Flickr Explore...it was last eid very early on a Friday.
Will this make it too? only you can decide ;)
Update: looks like you decided already, this shot made it to explore [#242] thanx to you all!!
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Hilo de la Fotohistoria en Pullip .es: SHIN CALLS GABRIEL (1 of 1) /
SHIN LLAMA A GABRIEL (1 de 1)
(Read in order, this is: SHOT/FOTO 27 of 38) 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.
FOTOHISTORY: In English / En Español
Shin: Now you have the perfect excuse to ask Saw to let you come here some days on holidays... not only to see your mate Shin, but also to know your brand-new-sexy-sister... hahahaha! XD
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Shin: Ahora tendrás que decirle a Saw que te deje venir unos días de vacaciones... ya no solo para ver a tu colega Shin, sino para poder conocer también a tu hermana-maziza... jajajajajaja! XD
LINKS:
- Hilo de las Fotohistorias de Shin y Gabriel en el Foro de Pullips: Pullip .es
- Hilo de la Relación entre Shin y Gabriel en la sección de Penpals de Pullip .es
- FOTOHISTORIAS en casa de Sheryl en el Foro de Pullips: Pullip .es
- Saw Canceled and Sheryl PHOTOSTORIES at Flickr
From www.artic.edu/artexplorer/search.php?tab=2&resource=65:
Will the apples fall off the table? Explore the tension between stability and imbalance in this late still life by Cezanne.
Many of Paul Cézanne's late still lifes depict complex arrangements whose artificial character underscores the artist's role as contriver. They are, however, very different from the seventeenth-century Dutch prototypes to which they are sometimes compared. Cézanne never aimed at illusionism, and his still-life compositions can be anthropomorphic, expressive of psychological tension, in ways never dreamt of by his Baroque predecessors.
The Basket of Apples exemplifies this effect. The theatrical tilt of the basket implies that the apples on the tabletop have rolled out of it; yet the way they huddle and nestle in the crumpled napkin suggests that they possess independent minds. The biscuits on a plate are carefully stacked, but they too seem animate, as if straining to take in the drama unfolding before them. The bottle—slightly askew and off center, teasingly close to stabilizing union with the picture's upper edge—presides over the scene like a dark sentinel. Poised between resolution and imbalance, sensation and ponderation, The Basket of Apples makes tangible the complex eye-mind interplay that determines visual experience.
Cézanne's grave attentiveness to this dynamic gives his art a philosophical cast, but the pleasures afforded by his robust color chords, lively touch, and sure compositional instincts make it seductive. Here, his considered juxtapositions of autumnal hues, like the resolutely disjointed table edges and intentionally "unfinished" contours, draw attention to the deliberative nature of art-making.
Cézanne's determination to recognize the provisional nature of perception derives from Impressionism, but his stress on the tension between optical sensation and aesthetic transformation sets him apart. In his mature work, he found beauty of a new kind in the inherently charged dialogue between contingency and contemplation, thereby facilitating the more radical break with realistic representation effected by the Cubists and other modernists in the early twentieth century.
An examination of Cezanne's dynamic composition of fruit and objects in this still life from the mid-1890s.
Paul Cezanne spent most of his working life in and around the southern French city of Aix-en-Provence and, partially as a result of his self-imposed isolation, was for many years all but unknown in Paris. In 1895, he was persuaded by the dealer Ambroise Vollard to have a one-man show in Paris. The exhibition, held at Vollard's popular gallery, was not an important financial success, but it had a profound effect on the history of French art. It was the first time in nearly twenty years that French artists who had heard about this painter from Provence could actually see his work. Basket of Apples was among the paintings selected by Cezanne and Vollard for inclusion in this exhibition. Like several of the other paintings in the exhibition, it was signed, most probably at the insistence of Vollard, who felt that an unsigned painting might be considered unfinished and, hence, would fail to sell. Cezanne grudgingly complied, and, for that reason, the paintings in the Vollard exhibition are among the few the artist actually signed.
Basket of Apples is among Cezanne's "baroque" still lifes painted in the late 1880's and 1890's. Its pictorial structure derives from seventeenth-century Dutch still lifes. Like the Dutch artists, Cezanne sought to establish a dynamic, asymmetrical arrangement of objects that are held in place only by the painter's compositional skills. Yet, where such an effect of imbalance was merely a compositional device of the Dutch painters, it was an essential element of Cezanne's conception of the still life. Cezanne recognized the fact that the artist is not bound to represent real objects in real space. He was able, therefore, to impart to everything a strength and relative position that could not possibly be duplicated in an actual studio arrangement.
Here, the basket filled with apples tilts improbably on a small base or stand, its contents held in check only by a bottle and a cloth, in whose complex, craggy folds lie many other pieces of fruit. The table, like virtually every one in a Cezanne still life, has four edges that cannot be aligned to form an exact rectangle. At the raised upper right corner of the table, the artist created a latticed "log-cabin" of the French pastry called dents de loup, contrasting the informal and unstable arrangement of the circular apples on the table with the architectonic stack of cookies. Both arrangements vie for dominance around the central form of the bottle, which, with its own silhouette shifting from left to right, acts as an anchor for a composition in endless flux. Thus, the balance that Cezanne achieved is a purely pictorial one: the actual arrangement of objects he painted in his studio could never have possessed the dynamism and tension with which it is endowed in Basket of Apples.
Hilo de la Fotohistoria en Pullip .es: MUSE CONCERT AT BARCELONA: PALAU SANT JORDI (6 of 9): Tha queue. /
CONCIERTO DE MUSE EN BARCELONA: PALAU SANT JORDI (6 de 2): La cola.
(Read in order, this is: SHOT/FOTO 64 of 115) PAG: Entrada, 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, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60, 61, 62, 63, 64, 65, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71, 72, 73, 74, 75, 76, 77, 78, 79, 80, 81, 82, 83, 84, 85, 86, 87, 88, 89, 90, 91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100, 101, 102, 103, 104, 105, 106, 107, 108, 109, 110, 111, 112, 113, 114, 115.
Dolls collaboration:
Nunusite: Lola and Keiko
Kaizoo: Miyavi and Salander
LINKS:
- Las FOTOHISTORIAS de Sheryl en el Foro de Pullips: Pullip .es
One day, Brother Matthias found a mysterious egg lying in the middle of the meditation path outside the monastery walls in the mountains.
He picked it up and brought it back to Redwall, his monastic enclave at the top of the mountain.
Finally, after much searching, he found some old records in the gatehouse stating that it was the egg of the Rary Bird, an extremely rare breed. Abbot Mortimer agreed they could keep the egg.
Once it hatched, the Rary Bird grew very fast and very big, though its wings were too small for it to fly. At first it happily lived on fish, but one day it suddenly attacked one of the friars.
Two novice brothers managed to overpower it before it killed anyone, but they were now stuck with the problem of what to do with the bird. They could hardly keep it tied up forever, and no one dared get close enough to kill it.
Finally, Abbot Mortimer, being the wisest of the monks came up with an idea.
"The bird cannot fly, so we shall bind it and take it to the top of the watch tower at the top of the monastery at the top of the mountain and throw it off."
Reaching the great height, Brother Matthias looking over the edge agreed saying,
"That should do it as ....
(are you ready? you can still turn back, no? okay, but don't blame me)
".... it's a long way to tip a Rary.
It's a long way to go."
ParatIIIssima 2007
Traces
Traces of lives, which traces persist beyond memory.
Traces of a past in a superfluous note that resists the symptoms of time.
Traces of what was and that fortuitous coincidence of events still remains.
Traces inside and outside of those areas in which remote presences are among the dust and dirt, buying right to exist in a specific aesthetic dimension in which the prospect of decadence determines its ephemeral beauty.
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Tracce
Tracce di vite, tracce che persistono oltre la memoria dell’uomo.
Tracce di un passato superfluo in un presente che resiste ai sintomi del tempo.
Tracce di ciò che è stato e che per fortuita coincidenza degli eventi ancora permane.
Tracce all’interno e all’esterno di quegli spazi nel quale remote presenze si rivelano tra la polvere e lo sporco, acquistando ragione di esistere in una precisa dimensione estetica nel quale la prospettiva della decadenza ne determina la propria bellezza effimera.
Alfredo Gigliotti
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The Louvre Pyramid is a large glass and metal pyramid, surrounded by three smaller pyramids, in the main courtyard of the Louvre Palace in Paris. The large pyramid serves as the main entrance to the Louvre Museum. Completed in 1989, it has become a landmark for the city of Paris. The construction of the pyramid triggered considerable controversy because many people felt that the futuristic edifice looked quite out of place in front of the Louvre Museum with its classical architecture.
The Louvre Pyramid is the work of American architect Ieoh Ming Pei. His architectural works are characterized by the search for a certain purity of form combined with functional efficiency. The use of abstract forms and the use of cold materials such as stone, concrete, steel or glass are accompanied by a strong propensity for theatrics and technology challenges.
Listen Silver Ray - Dover
Why don't you talk?
I can't hear a word
it's like you said
if you eat before eight
Silver Ray
Show me the place
it's not too late
just like you said
if you eat before eight
Silver Ray
Now I want you back
tell the clouds that you don't need them
we were four and now we're twelve
tell the clouds that you don't need them
I can't wait to know
how much weight you lost
give me your things
I will deliver'em
In Wordpress In Blogger photo.net/photos/Reinante/ In Onexposure
(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)
I have a new book available which is the most up to date collection of my work...
The Oasis Bar by Allan Ellerby
Earlier collections in a larger format are...
Cunit, Tarragona (Spain).
ENGLISH
Cirrus clouds are characterized by thin, wisplike strands, often accompanied by tufts, leading to their common (non-standard) name of 'mare's tail'. Sometimes these brownish clouds are so extensive that they are virtually indistinguishable from one another, forming a veil or sheet called "cirrostratus". Sometimes convection at high altitudes produces another form of cirrus called "cirrocumulus", a pattern of small cloud tufts which include droplets of supercooled water.
Many cirrus clouds produce hair like filaments made of the heavier [ice] crystals that precipitate from them. These "fall streaks", a form of virga, often indicate the difference in the motion of air (wind shear) between the upper part of the cirrus cloud and the air below it. Sometimes the top of the cirrus cloud is moving rapidly above a slower layer of air, or the streak is falling into a faster moving lower layer. The directions of these winds can also vary.
More info: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cirrus_cloud
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CASTELLANO
Un cirrus o cirro es un tipo de nube compuesto de cristales de hielo y caracterizado por bandas delgadas, finas, acompañadas por "copetes". A veces estas nubes "en voluta" son tan extensas que virtualmente resultan indistinguibles una de otras, formando una hoja o velo llamado "cirrostratus". Ciertas veces la convección a altas altitudes producen otra forma de cirros, llamadas "cirrocúmulos": patrón de pequeñas nubes en copetes.
El nombre "cirrus" deriva del latín "hebra de cabello."
Muchos cirros producen filamentos como hebras de cabello hechas de cristales de hielo más pesados que precipitan. Estas "rayas de verano", una forma de virga, indican la diferencia en el movimiento del aire (viento cortante) entre la parte superior del cirrus y el aire debajo. A veces los topes de estos cirros se mueven rápidamente por encima de una capa de aire, o estas "rayas" se rompen dentro de una capa más baja y más rápida. Las direcciones de esos vientos pueden también variar.
Más info: es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cirrus_(nube)
Caliraya Lake, Laguna, Philippines. i had the privilege of visiting this place last year with a group of 30 some fellow Filipino Flickrites. i believe i had used up every byte of my 8GB CFC card that's why i had to resort to my iPhone. didn't turn out so badly, i must say. i may have another chance to visit this place in January 2010 - that's only 330 days away.
i think i'm going to sound like a broken record, about not having had the chance to visit all your streams the past few days. that pesky work has been getting in the way of my Flickring. i actually just got home less than a couple of hours ago - that's past 10pm west coast time. but i thought i'd post one from my archives so that you won't think i've gone AWOL again. it's almost end of the week! hang in there, you all (that includes me)!
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)
Part of "MY BEST" Set, a collection of Images that I feel represent my skill as a Photographer, as well as reveal my eye for picking good quality Images. View more of MY BEST here.
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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.
Please do not reproduce in any form without prior written consent from the copyright holder. Please contact the photographer through Flickrmail, to inquire about licensing arrangements.
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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.
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Al conseguir el resultado que se muestra recordé la canción de Los Beatles en la que hablan del LSD y, la verdad, debía ser algo parecido a esto por los años 60...
Exif:
Cámara:Nikon D700
Exposición: 67.7s
Apertura: f/4.0
Focal:22 mm
ISO:400
Linternas roja y cálida, cátodos azul y verde y bengalas
Check it out on black or at 1600 x 1000 pixels if you want to see it really big. :)
About this shot
Especially for you I uploaded this in 1600 x 1000 pixels (about 1/3 of the orginal size) - hope you like it. Nobody believes me anymore when I say I'm afraid of heights! ;-)
This is the view from the Haagse Toren (known as 'Het Strijkijzer' or 'Flatiron', at 132m.
Its architecture was indeed inspired by the well known Flatiron building in New York. There was a *very* strong wind, and I battled a couple of showers on top, pfff!
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Date: Taken on May 15, 2012 at 14:31 h / 2.31pm CEST
Exif data
Camera Nikon D700
Exposure 0.003 sec (1/400)
Aperture f/8.0
Focal Length 12 mm (Sigma 12-24mm DG HSM)
ISO Speed 100
Exposure Bias -5/3 EV
Single RAW image processed in Photoshop CS5 plus a contrast plug-in.
Experimenting with flashes and in this case, patience. Unlike the water droplets where droplets were constantly falling, this photo required me to drop the olive with my hand.
Strobist Info:
Canon 430EXII at 50mm pointed a the white card-stock behind the glass at 1/32th. This was triggered by CowboyStudio's NPT-04. Canon 40D with a 50mm F/2.5 Macro lens.
ISO: 100
Aperture: f/8.0
Shutter: 250
Tweaked in Photoshop and Lightroom.
ONLY View On Black
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 /
The countryside outside London is any landscape photographer's fantasy come true.
I took this picture in Salisbury plains from a moving bus on the way to Stonehenge. It had been raining and clouds were even more beautiful than they normally are. I miss driving on my own, setting up a tripod where ever I wanted and taking much better pictures of this heaven on earth. Maybe one day I would return...
THANK YOU ALL for the tremendous support and continous encouragement all through this year.
It's been just over 4 months since I joined flickr..and I must admit that everyday, I've learnt a lot of new things about photography from each one of you!!
Hope you all have a truly MERRY CHRISTMAS and a FAIRYTALE-LIKE 2010 !!
Keep clicking.. Have fun.. Stay safe.. Cheers.
I just couldn't bring myself to give this some cliche title like , I'm feeling under the weather, or brainstorming, or some other similar thing.
this was enspired by asier inhi's photo and Rosei Hardy's photo
and the fact that i am having some sinus trouble and not having fun today!
it is not as good as either of theirs, but it was something i wanted to try,
and im fairly happy with the results!
feedback and tips would be greatly appriceated!
So Yeah, I was tagged by Phian and here go my 10 facts
1. I will be sixteen in 2 months and i get my drivers lisence on my birthday
2. My school has 6th through10th grade and the high school only had 90 people last year
3. I am currently working on my eagle project - ive got it written up and approved and im abou 1/8 th of the way done with it!
4. I have done no back to school shopping to date, becuse i on;y need one pair of pants and a new pair of Vans
5. i want these tortise shell vans that come out later in the fall - so i gotta wait
6. This summer i was on an aiplane for the first time ever
7. My headphones have cpmpletely died, and im not going to have a chance to get new ones for a while... :(
8. My moms birthday is this week.... so i need to get her something
9. once i have some money, im going to geta 50mm f1.4 lense! - im pretty excited about that!
10. All these facts seem really weird and random, so im just gonna quit, i don't have a 10th one
to the eight people that i added to this photo, please do ten facts along with a picture of yourself
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.