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Agra. India.
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The Taj Mahal ( /ˈtɑːdʒ/ or /ˈtɑːʒ məˈhɑːl/;[1] Hindi: ताज महल, from Persian/Urdu: تاج محل "crown of palaces", pronounced [ˈt̪aːdʒ mɛˈɦɛl]; also "the Taj"[2]) is a white Marble mausoleum located in Agra, India. It was built by Mughal emperor Shah Jahan in memory of his third wife, Mumtaz Mahal. The Taj Mahal is widely recognized as "the jewel of Muslim art in India and one of the universally admired masterpieces of the world's heritage."[3]
Taj Mahal is the finest example of Mughal architecture, a style that combines elements from Persian, Turkish and Indian architectural styles.[4][5]
In 1983, the Taj Mahal became a UNESCO World Heritage Site. While the white domed marble mausoleum is the most familiar component of the Taj Mahal, it is actually an integrated complex of structures. The construction began around 1632 and was completed around 1653, employing thousands of artisans and craftsmen.[6] The construction of the Taj Mahal was entrusted to a board of architects under imperial supervision, including Abd ul-Karim Ma'mur Khan, Makramat Khan, and Ustad Ahmad Lahauri.[7][8] Lahauri[9] is generally considered to be the principal designer.
Another shot from Sunday morning out with the Ramble with Amble gang. As i had took many shots of the groyne in my earlier post i decided i would head for the eroded outlflow structure posts up towards the pier on Blyth Beach. As i splodged back to dryish sand i nnoticed that it was very close to sunset and began running as its quite a distance across to them and also i could do with shedding the winter flab lol. Anyhoo half way there i was dying and as i turned the sun broke the horizon! Not one to lose an oppurtunity i thought what the hell and planted the tripod if not only to rest on it haha. I took 2 shots here at different exposures with some blending in mind. Back in Photoshop i have opened both exposures then unveiled the darker exposure in the horizon area using a 50& Opacity right on the horizon then faded it back with a 30% opacity either side of the central area. Ive had to drop saturation abit to try and control the sun (must get a Reverse Grad) and messed a touch with curves and an unsharo mask.
What a morning this was! Thanks again to all of the Ramble Posse for being so friendly and helpfull and sorry for uploading yet another Blyth shot as youre all probably sick of them haha.
Location i shot from... The 2 areas i ran between are at the very bottom to very top of this Flash Earth shot VVV :O
Aerial Shot of Blyth Beach and where i stood
The Exhibition is still on if anyone in or around the North East fancies a deeky...
A Ramble with Amble @ Arts Centre Washington
The rest of the Gang who are also displaying at Washington..
La foto sopra è stata scattata da sopra i gradini della splendida villa che vedete qui sotto,purtroppo non ho potuto visitarla ma ritornerò quando il giardino sarà completamente fiorito.
Villa Carlotta.
Villa Carlotta è un luogo di rara bellezza, dove capolavori della natura e dell'ingegno umano convivono in perfetta armonia in oltre 70.000 mq visitabili tra giardini e strutture museali. La splendida dimora venne commissionata alla fine del 1600 dal marchese Giorgio Clerici: un edificio imponente, ma sobrio, circondato da un giardino all'italiana con statue, scalee e fontane venne così edificato in una conca naturale tra lago e montagne, di fronte ad uno scenario mozzafiato sulle dolomitiche Grigne e la penisola di Bellagio. Ma fu con Gian Battista Sommariva, il successivo proprietario, che la villa toccò il sommo dello splendore, arricchendosi di opere d'arte e divenendo importante tappa nei percorsi del Grand Tour. Sommariva, imprenditore e collezionista d'arte, acquisì la proprietà di Tremezzo agli inizi dell'Ottocento: egli volle che parte del giardino fosse trasformato in uno straordinario parco romantico e che la villa venisse impreziosita con opere di Canova, Thorvaldsen e Hayez: Palamede, Amore e Psiche, Tersicore, l'Ultimo bacio di Romeo e Giulietta sono solo alcuni dei capolavori che fanno ancora oggi della villa uno dei templi dell'arte ottocentesca. Alla metà del XIX secolo la proprietà venne donata dalla principessa Marianna di Nassau alla figlia Carlotta in occasione delle sue nozze con Giorgio II, duca di Sachsen-Meiningen; quest'ultimo, appassionato botanico, si prodigò per lo sviluppo e l'arricchimento del vasto giardino paesaggistico, oggi di grande pregio storico e ambientale. Favorito, infatti, dalla fertilità del terreno dovuta al deposito da parte di antichi ghiacciai di un sedimento particolarmente acido, il parco di villa Carlotta è celeberrimo per la stupefacente fioritura primaverile dei rododendri e delle azalee in oltre 150 varietà. Tuttavia ogni periodo dell'anno è adatto per una visita: in un itinerario tra antichi esemplari di camelie, cedri e sequoie secolari, platani immensi e essenze esotiche si susseguono infatti sorprendenti incontri: il giardino roccioso, la valle delle felci, il bosco dei rododendri, il giardino dei bambù, il museo degli attrezzi agricoli e straordinari scorci che ben giustificano la fama di questo luogo, fin dall'Ottocento considerato "un angolo di paradiso".
Dimanche après-midi, le DAL (Droit Au Logement) a occupé un gymnase rue du Renard pendant quelques heures. Après la promesse d'un rendez-vous avec Delanoë la semaine prochaine, les 150 à 200 militants et familles ont quitté les lieux vers 20h30, après une brève manifestation jusqu'à la place de l'Hôtel de Ville.
Dans le gymnase, les enfants passent le temps en jouant, sautant des espaliers sur les matelas.
Merci de lire les explications en début d'album / Please read the explanations at the beginning of the set
Part of Droit Au Logement (Recommended as a slideshow)
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Město Sighetu Marmației bylo připojeno k železniční síti dne 4. prosince 1872 otevřením úseku Bustyaháza–Máramarossziget (Sighetu Marmației) na železniční trati Debrecen –Máramarossziget. Trať tehdy provozovala Északkeleti Vasúttal (Severovýchodní železnice MÉKV) a od roku 1890 trať převzaly Maďarské dráhy (Magyar Államvasutak). Na konci první světové války byla trať rozdělena na čtyři části: západní úsek z Debrecenu do Nyírábrány zůstal Maďarsku, úsek z Carei do Halmeu přešel na rumunské území, úsek z Diakova do Teresvy na československém území a z Câmpulung la Tisy do Sighetu Marmației opět na rumunském území. V důsledku dvou vídeňských diktátů z března 1939 a srpna 1940 se celá železniční trať dostala na několik let pod maďarskou kontrolu. Po skončení 2. světové války byly částečně obnoveny hranice z roku 1938, ale Karpatská Ukrajina již nebyla vrácena Československu a byla zařazena do Sovětského svazu. S rozpadem SSSR v roce 1991 přešla sovětská část trati na ukrajinské území a je provozována UZ. Stanice Sighetu Marmației je vybavena elektromechanickým zabezpečovacím zařízením a disponuje 16 kolejemi normálního rozchodu a třemi kolejemi o rozchodu 1 520 mm, z nichž čtyři jsou využívány pro osobní vlaky, tři pro nákladní vlaky. Další čtyři koleje slouží pro nakládku a vykládku vozů a osm kolejí slouží pro posun.
Připomeňme, že minulosti, počínaje rokem 1883, bylo město Sighetu Marmației centrem úzkorozchodné železniční sítě (760 mm), která pronikala do pahorkatiny z jihovýchodu města a dosahovala severního okraje vulkanických hor Gutâi. Celá síť úzkorozchodných železnic s centrem v Sighetu Marmației byla zrušena počínaje rokem 1975 masivním zavedením motorových vozidel do lesní těžby. Až do zrušení těchto úzkorozchodných tratí byla stanice Cămara Sighet jedinou stanicí v Rumunsku, kde byly přítomny tři rozchody: úzký (760 mm), normální (1 435 mm) a široký (1 520 mm).
Dříve rušná stanice tak dnes zeje skoro prázdnotou. Denně se zde obrací čtyři páry osobních vlaků, přičemž nejzajímavější je spoj 4114/4116, který veze lůžkový vůz z/do Bukurešti. Nákladní doprava je zde nulová. Přímé vlaky do Temešváru, Mangalie a Budapešti byly zrušeny v roce 2013. Vlaky z ukrajinské Teresvy do Sighetu Marmației zajížděly v letech 1998–2007.
Na snímku ze 7. července 2024 se v ranních hodinách představuje u mechanických vjezdových návěstidel lokomotiva 60.1115 s vlakem R 4652 [Sighetu Marmației – Vișeu de Jos].
…After nearly endless days of overcast skies, due to either rainy or snowy weather, I think this little junco was enjoying the sun as much as I was…?…You never know. ;-) Anyways, the welcomed sunshine and bright blue sky, had me humming the tune below, nearly all day... :-)
I Can See Clearly Now:
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Thanks for looking, and if this picture or any further ones I add to my photo stream move you to leave me a comment, or fave it for that matter, I thank you for that. I just want you to know you needn’t hurry though, as once it’s uploaded it’s not going anywhere that I know of, and only if you wish, you can peek at my pictures anytime. ;-)
Also, because of the way my life away from flickr is right now, I’m most certain I won’t be able to keep up as I have in the past..which really hasn’t been all that good lately anyways, but I‘m sure going to try. Have a wonderful sunshiny day, and again thanks for looking. :-)
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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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night time city lights in Chicago... with a reflective twist...
so i am out for a walk listening to Micheal Buble on the hotels ipod that they let you use and i get back into the hotel and there is this guy playing the piano singing this Micheal Buble song to his girfriend... Chicago to me has always meant music... so it was kind of appropriate that i got the chance to hear a great voice sing a great song...
Haven't Met You Yet...
I'm Not Surprised
Not Everything Lasts
I've Broken My Heart So Many Times,
I Stop Keeping Track.
Talk Myself In
I Talk Myself Out
I Get All Worked Up
And Then I Let Myself Down.
I Tried So Very Hard Not To Loose It
I Came Up With A Million Excuses
I Thought I Thought Of Every Possibility
And I Know Someday That It'll All Turn Out
You'll Make Me Work So We Can Work To Work It Out
And I Promise You Kid That I'll Give So Much More Than I Get
I Just Haven't Met You Yet
Mmmmm ....
I Might Have To Wait
I'll Never Give Up
I Guess It's Half Timing
And The Other Half's Luck
Wherever You Are
Whenever It's Right
You Come Out Of Nowhere And Into My Life
And I Know That We Can Be So Amazing
And Baby Your Love Is Gonna Change Me
And Now I Can See Every Possibility
Mmmmm ......
And Somehow I Know That It Will All Turn Out
And You'll Make Me Work So We Can Work To Work It Out
And I Promise You Kid I'll Give So Much More Than I Get
I Just Haven't Met You Yet
They Say All's Fair
And In Love And War
But I Won't Need To Fight It
We'll Get It Right
And We'll Be United
And I Know That We Can Be So Amazing
And Being In Your Life Is Gonna Change Me
And Now I Can See Every Single Possibility
Mmmm .....
And Someday I Know It'll All Turn Out
And I'll Work To Work It Out
Promise You Kid I'll Give More Than I Get
Than I Get Than I Get Than I Get
Oh You Know It'll All Turn Out
And You'll Make Me Work So We Can Work To Work It Out
And I Promise You Kid To Give So Much More Than I Get
Yeah I Just Haven't Met You Yet
I Just Haven't Met You Yet
Oh Promise You Kid
To Give So Much More Than I Get
I Said Love Love Love Love Love Love Love .....
I Just Haven't Met You Yet
Love Love Love .....
I Just Haven't Met You Yet
Artist : Jaume Plensa - Spain
Location : Sunset Beach Park, Vancouver
Media : Aluminum
One of the feature installations in the 2009-2011 Vancouver Biennale, is WE, 2008 by Jaume Plensa, a work that celebrates the linguistic diversity of the human race by putting multiple alphabets together on a single human form. Sitting proudly, without a face, the larger-than life figure is made up of characters from eight alphabets, Latin, Greek, Russian Cyrillic, Hebrew, Hindi, Japanese, Arabic and Chinese. Characters make up the skin of the androgynous body form and open the work, both physically and metaphorically for interpretation by a global and multi-lingual Vancouver audience. The 16 foot, painted stainless steel sculpture (powerfully lit from below at night), draws us away from the daily distractions of a constantly bustling city and helps us appreciate the beauty of linguistic diversity.
Plensa, who works both in Barcelona and Paris, is a widely acclaimed artist who has received numerous national and international awards and has exhibited in public museums across Europe, Japan and North America including: Institute Valencia d'Art Modern, Valencia and Musée d'Art Contemporain, Nice, France (2007), Museum of Modern Art, New York (2006), and most recently, inclusion in the prestigious 53rd International Art Exhibition, Venice Biennale (2009).
For more information visit www.jaumeplensa.com
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).
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
Steal my heart and hold my tongue
I feel my time, my time has come
Let me in, unlock the door
I've never felt this way before
And the wheels just keep on turning
The drummer begins to drum
I don't know which way I'm going
I don't know which way I've come
Hold my head inside your hands
I need someone who understands
I need someone, someone who hears
For you, I've waited all these years
For you I'd wait 'til kingdom come
Until my day, my day is done
And say you'll come and set me free
Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me
In your tears and in your blood
In your fire and in your flood
I hear you laugh, I heard you sing
I wouldn't change a single thing
And the wheels just keep on turning
The drummers begin to drum
I don't know which way I'm going
I don't know what I'll become
For you I'd wait 'til kingdom come
Until my days, my days are done
And say you'll come and set me free
Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me.
Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me.
Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me.
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Ruba il mio cuore... e fammi tacere
io sento che... che il mio momento è arrivato
lasciami entrare... chiudi la porta
non mi sono mai sentito così prima
e il volante continua a girare
il batterista comincia a suonare
non so in che modo io stia andando
non so in che modo io sia arrivato
stringi la mia testa... tra le tue mani
ho bisogno di qualcuno... che capisca
ho bisogno di qualcuno... qualcuno che ascolti
per tutti questi anni ho aspettato te
per te aspetterei...
fino a quando il mondo finisce
fino al giorno... al mio ultimo giorno
e dici che verrai... e mi libererai
dici solo che aspetterai... aspetterai me
Nelle tue lacrime... e nel tuo sangue
nel tuo fuoco... e nel tuo flusso
ti sento ridere... ti ho sentita cantare
non cambierei una singola cosa
e il volante continua a girare
il batterista comincia a suonare
non so in che modo io stia andando
non so in che modo io sia diventato
per te aspetterei...
fino a quando il mondo finisce
fino ai giorni... ai miei ultimi giorni
e dici che verrai... e mi libererai
dici solo che aspetterai... aspetterai me
New York City.
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New York is the most populous city in the United States and the center of the New York metropolitan area, one of the most populous urban agglomerations in the world.[6] The city is referred to as New York City or the City of New York to distinguish it from the State of New York, of which it is a part. A global power city,[7] New York exerts a significant impact upon commerce, finance, media, art, fashion, research, technology, education, and entertainment. The home of the United Nations Headquarters,[8] New York is an important center for international diplomacy[9] and has been described as the cultural capital of the world.[10][11]
On one of the world's largest natural harbors,[12] New York City consists of five boroughs, each of which is a county of New York State.[13] The five boroughs—the Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, and Staten Island—were consolidated into a single city in 1898.[14] With a census-estimated 2013 population of 8,405,837[4] distributed over a land area of just 305 square miles (790 km2),[15] New York is the most densely populated major city in the United States.[16] As many as 800 languages are spoken in New York,[17][18] making it the most linguistically diverse city in the world.[19] By 2013 census estimates, the New York Metropolitan Area's population remains by a significant margin the United States' largest Metropolitan Statistical Area, with approximately 19.9 million people,[20] and is also part of the most populous Combined Statistical Area in the United States, containing an estimated 23.4 million people.
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.
Photo taken for the MMU photography competition under the category entitled "Enlarge The Tiny". Contest ends 21st February 2010 (weshootstuff.com/memoirs).
Model: Lindsay Sommerauer
Device: Canon Powershot G9
Focal Length: 7.4mm
Exposure: f/2.8 at 1/50th of a second
Location: D Floor Taylors University College
Morocco.
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The Koutoubia Mosque (Arabic: جامع الكتبية) is the largest mosque in Marrakech, Morocco. The minaret was completed under the reign of the Almohad Caliph Yaqub al-Mansur (1184-1199) and was used as the model for the Giralda of Seville and for the Hassan Tower of Rabat.
The name is derived from the Arabic al-Koutoubiyyin for librarian, since it used to be surrounded by sellers of manuscripts. It is considered the ultimate structure of its kind. The tower is 69 m (221 ft) in height and has a lateral length of 12.8 m (41 ft). Six rooms (one above the other) constitute the interior; leading around them is a ramp by way of which the muezzin could ride up to the balcony. It is built in a traditional Almohad style and the tower is adorned with four copper globes.
According to legend, the globes were originally made of pure gold, and there were once supposed to have been only three globes. The fourth globe was donated by the wife of Yacoub el-Mansour as compensation for her failure to keep the fast for one day during the month of Ramadan. She had her golden jewelry melted down to flab the fourth globe.
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As vezes eu gostava de ser uma boneca, viver num conto de fadas.
Isso simplesmente não existe, não existe ninguém perfeito como uma boneca, que não fale , logo não erre.
Não existe simplesmente alguém que possa ser comandado por outro alguém.
As nossas acções são simplesmente as nossas acções, temos de pensar e agir.
Tudo depende de nós, não existe um Mundo de bonecas, um Mundo mágico.
Mas com a nossa ajuda pode existir um Mundo melhor.
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meu amor, isto sim é Photoshop :b
o que vale é que me conheces em todos os estados, até naqueles que eu acordo toda despenteada e cheia de sono.
Tu conheces-me, de verdade !
Amo-te mais que tudo meu Filipe Pereira Fernandes e serei sempre tua !
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Gentee, é quase Natal , já escreveram a vossa carta para o Papai-Noel ? *-*
Ainda nem escrevi a minha, mas vou fazer isso e na próxima fotografia coloco :D
Ae eu quero saber o que vocês querem também, quem alinha numa brincadeirinha?
Tirar uma fotografia Natalícia, e colocarem a carta ao Pai Natal ?
Fico a espera *-*
Beijão para todooos !
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The Sydney Harbour Bridge is one of Australia's most well known and photographed landmarks.
The dramatic view of the bridge, the harbour, and the nearby Sydney Opera House is an iconic image of both Sydney and Australia.
It is the world's largest (but not the longest) steel arch bridge with the top of the bridge standing 134 metres above the harbour.
The Sydney Harbour Bridge (Sydney's greatest tourism icon) - on a par with San Francisco's Golden Gate Bridge, New York's Statue of Liberty, London's Tower Bridge and the Eiffel Tower in Paris - took eight years to build and opened in March 1932. Once nicknamed the 'coathanger' it is now simply called 'the bridge' by Sydneysiders.
Linking the city with North Sydney, it carries eight lanes of road traffic and two railway tracks which form part of the city's rail suburban network.
The Sydney Harbour Bridge has a pair of granite clad pylons at each end, they are actually there for show and do not support the great arch which is 530 metres (1650 feet) long and connected to huge hinges tied to bedrock at either end - technically Dawes Point in the south and Milsons Point in the north.
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.
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Železniční doprava v Mongolsku se potýká s velmi drsným vnitrozemským podnebím. To je charakterizováno letními teplotami i okolo 30 °C, naopak v zimním období se teplota může propadnout až na –50 °C. K tomu je třeba přičíst silný vítr, který s sebou unáší velké množství prachu. Tato kombinace klade vysoké nároky na spolehlivost hnacích vozidel a právě po roce 2000 začala spolehlivost, převážně sovětských lokomotiv M62, 2M62 a 2TE116 postupně klesat. To přimělo mongolské železnice (UBTZ - Ulaanbaatar Temer Zam) řešit obnovu části vozového parku formou rekonstrukcí. Dobré zkušenosti z provozu amerických lokomotiv Dash 7-001 a 002 (typ GE C30-7) vedly k rozhodnutí použít při rekonstrukcích agregáty právě od firmy GE (General Electric Company). Rekonstrukce se prováděly v depu Ulánbátar za pomoci amerických techniků. Při rekonstrukci zůstala z původní lokomotivy jen kabina strojvedoucího a kompletní rám s pojezdem. Nově bylo změněno skříňové uspořádání na kapotové a původní motor byl nahrazen novým motorem 7FDL GE. První "dvojičky" rekonstruovaných lokomotiv byly dokončeny v roce 2005 a dostaly označení 2ZAGAL (v překladu dva bílé koně). Celkem bylo rekonstruováno deset "dvojiček", kdy osm vzniklo rekonstrukcí lokomotiv řady M62 a 2M62 a zbylé dvě pak rekonstrukcí řady 2TE10M. Nutno zmínit, že z mongolských lokomotiv byly k rekonstrukcím použity pouze 3x 2M62M a 2x M62UM, zbylé stroje byly pořízeny ze zahraničí. V případě 2M62 se jednalo o stroje z pobaltských zemí a dvojice 2TE10M pocházela z Ruska. V provozu se modernizované stroje osvědčily a i po téměř dvaceti letech je možné je stále spatřit v čele těžkých nákladních vlaků. To dokládá i snímek ze dne 24. září 2024, na kterém je zachycena "dvojička" 2ZAGAL-006 (ex 2TE10M) v čele, na místní poměry kratšího, vlaku loženého čínským uhlím. Vlak byl zachycen v obloucích před stanicí Bayan, kde již měl nejtěžší stoupání za sebou a čekalo ho ještě několik desítek kilometrů klesání do hlavního města Ulánbátar.
Os recomiendo que la veais en tamaño grande
Bueno esta foto la llevo pensando desde que me compré la cámara hará ya un año, y era subirme al mirador de la muela para hacer esta foto, después de estar mirando una y otra vez las fotos de esta noche, he conseguido sacarle punta a varias, claro como está tan oscura, buscar la línea del horizonte demasiado complicado, asique en esta foto normal, con mucho negro tanto por arriba como por abajo, he decido hacerla panorámica para contrarrestarlo, y por eso me gusta este resultado, es una pena que terminen las fiestas, pero por otro lado, ya tenía ganas de que terminaran para poder descansar en condiciones normales.
También tengo que mencionar y denunciar que el castillo de fin de fiestas ha si dodo de lo más penoso en muchos años, ya que no llegó ni a los 10 minutos, según dicen, por el tema de la crisis, pero si se pueden gastar 30.000€ en hacer una jura de bandera para todo el mundo, luego pones una bandera de España en el Balcón, porque ha ganado la selección española y te señalan con el dedo, pero bueno, dicho queda. Alhama De Murcia (Murcia)
Nota: Foto tal cual sale de la cámara, unos mínimos ajustes, para poder quitar un poco de polución, y mascara de enfoque, quiero dar las gracias a la gente que ha hecho fotos de fuegos artificiales y ha dejado que podamos ver los datos Exif, de ahí he podido sacar una media de los parámetros necesarios para este tipo de fotografías.
Cámara: D40
Modo De Exposición: Manual + Trípode
ISO: 200
Velocidad: 7.5 Segundos
Focal: 18.0 mm
F/ 8.0
Objetivo: 18.0-55.0 mm F/ 3.5 -5.6
Procesado: Light room 2
Camera Raw 4.3
Photoshop Cs 3
Foto Explore #289 13 - Oct. 2009
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).
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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
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.
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When the tides came in at the dusk, the beautiful world I saw at the Ruby Beach has been divided into three parts, the sky, the waves, and the sandy beach! Here I tried to capture the main elements of the beauty around the dusk, all in the blue! :-)
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Ruby Beach, Olympic National Park, WA, USA
- ISO 200, F16, 13 sec, 35mm
- Canon 5D Mark II with EF 16-35mm f/2.8 L lens
- sunset @ 8.52pm / shot @ 9.25pm, 2011//7/29
- high tide 8.8m @1.40pm / low tide 2.8m @ 6.58pm
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Železniční trať z Veselí nad Moravou přes Myjavu do Nového Mesta nad Váhom si již roky žije svým poklidným životem, který je zastoupen pouze osobními vlaky a velmi vzácně se buďto na české nebo slovenské straně trati objeví nákladní vlak. Většinou se jedná o manipulační vlaky, ale jednou za dlouhý čas je zde možné spatřit i nákladní vlak, který touto tratí tranzituje. V roce 2025 zajišťuje osobní dopravu v úseku Veselí nad Moravou – Myjava dopravce Arriva a ve zbylém slovenském úseku trať obsluhuje dopravce ZSSK. Potkat tedy na této trati jinou soupravu, než motorovou jednotkou, je doslova "zázrak". K tomu však došlo dne 25. ledna 2025, kdy se do stanice Velká nad Veličkou vydal z Brna vlak Pn 52489, který vezl devět vozů řady B k dlouhodobému odstavení. Právě stanice Velká nad Veličkou je pro tento účel vhodná, jelikož je v ní dostatek volného místa pro odstavení. Dopravu vlaku zajistil "brejlovec" 754.077, díky čemuž bylo možné po letech spatřit tuto lokomotivní řadu na této trati, a to ještě v čele dlouhé "klasické" soupravy. Snímek zachycuje průjezd tohoto vlaku bývalou stanicí Lipov, kde byla v roce 2002 zavedena výluka dopravní služby a v současnosti je zde pouze nákladiště se zastávkou a vjezdová návěstidla plní funkci automatického hradla. Samotné nasazení lokomotivy řady 754 na této trati umožnilo, se na pár chvil přenést o několik desítek let nazpět, kdy v letech 1981 až 1982 vozily bratislavské "čtyřky", tehdejší řady T478.4, po této trati noční rychlík 178/179 "Devín" [Bratislava hl.st. – Nové Mesto nad Váhom – Veselí nad Moravou – Brno hl.n. – Praha hl.n.] a zpět. Ten dopravovaly v úseku Bratislava–Brno a zpět. Následně pak v letech 1997 až 1999 zajišťovaly veselské "čtyřky" vozbu manipulačních vlaků 84221/84220 z Veselí nad Moravou do Velké nad Veličkou a zpět. V čele těchto manipulačních vlaků se několikrát objevil i na snímku zachycený stroj 754.077, jelikož byl toho času deponován ve veselském depu. Od května 1999 je tak jakákoliv návštěva "čtyřkových brejlovců" v těchto končinách poměrně velkou raritou, která stojí za zdokumentování i v nepříznivém počasí.
6:47 pm CET -> El mismo río, el mismo punto de vista, un encuadre diferente
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Aquesta foto - tan poc habitual a la meva galeria - està dedicada a en Jordi Brió, que em va convidar a participar en l'Agrupació Fotogràfica d'Esparreguera.
Si teniu temps, visiteu la galeria d'en Jordi Brió, segur que us agradarà.
Aquesta fotografia la vaig fer durant la darrera sessió de foto-estudi de l'AFE. És la primera vegada que faig fotos d'estudi.
També és el meu primer intent provant tècniques de suavitzat de pell. Podeu veure l'original més avall. Qualsevol suggeriment per a millorar, serà benvingut.
Model: Nerea
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This picture - quite unusual in my photostream - is dedicated to Jordi Brió, who invited me to particpate in the Agrupació Fotogràfica d'Esparreguera (Esparreguera Photo Club, AFE).
If you can spare some time, please visit Jordi Brió's photostream, you will like it very much.
I took this picture in the last photo-studio at AFE. It has been the first time I've done studio photos.
This is also my first attempt trying skin softening tecniques. You can find the original picture below. Any suggestions to improve, will be welcome.
Model: Nerea
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.
Tagged By: Kysh
6 names you go by:
1. Mstee4eva
2. Tonya
3. Mommy
4. MiMa
5. Applebttmz
6. BabyCake'z
3 things you are wearing right now:
1. Wife Beater
2. Panties
3. A hair clip
4 things you want very badly at this moment:
1. Olympus E30
2. Coffee
3. A Bagel
4. More from last night
2 things you did last night:
1. Tripl X ~Censored for web~
2. Enjoyed The Censorship, lol
the last 2 people you talked to on the phone:
1. Monnie's Mom
2. Jeff
2 things you are going to do tomorrow:
1. Take Ms. Monnie to the park
2. Get on Flickr
3 favorite drinks:
1. Coca Cola
2. LeBleu Water
3. Peach Orchard Tropicana
I'm tagging, Etaway / RichBrat / PaisleyPatches
Hilo de la Fotohistoria en Pullip .es: ODETTE ARRIVES /
LA LLEGADA DE ODETTE
(Read in order, this is: SHOT/FOTO 08 of 17) PAG: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17.
FOTOSTORY: In English / En Español
L: Sheryl... just wondering... didn't you think of making Watari to share the responsibility of taking care of all the children? ¬¬
Sheryl: XD I'm not clear about Watari yet, but I advance that Mello will be here very soon.
L: … Great... u_u
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L: Sheryl... por un casual... no se te ha pasado por la cabeza hacer a Watari para no cargar yo con toda la responsabilidad? ¬¬
Sheryl: XD Watari no lo sé aun, pero el que si que vendrá en breve será Mello.
L: … Genial... u_u
LINKS:
- Las FOTOHISTORIAS de Sheryl en el Foro de Pullips: Pullip .es
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
Ålesund is a city and municipality in Møre og Romsdal county, Norway. It is part of the Sunnmøre region. It is a sea port, and is noted for its unique concentration of Jugendstil architecture.
Ålesund was established as a municipality on 1 January 1838 (see formannskapsdistrikt). Borgund was merged with Ålesund on 1 January 1968. Sula was separated from Ålesund on 1 January 1977. Ålesund received city rights in 1848. It is the administrative center of the municipality as well as the principal shipping city of the Sunnmøre district. Ålesund municipality has a population of 41,385 as of 2007, while the Ålesund agglomeration has a population of 45,299.
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Ålesund è una piccola città-museo, ma anche uno dei porti pescherecci più attivi della Norvegia. Sorge nella parte settentrionale della regione dei fiordi, su tre piccole isole collegate fra loro. La città ha una conformazione molto pittoresca in quanto occupa sette isolette della costa occidentale norvegese. Ålesund ha un clima marittimo con inverni miti e ventosi. È il centro più importante del distretto di Sunnmøre e durante gli anni '50 e '60 era uno dei centri più importanti per la pesca dell'aringa. Tuttavia Ålesund viene riconosciuta ancora oggi come la capitale norvegese del pesce.
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."
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El género Cosmarium es, dentro de la familia de los désmidos, uno de los géneros de más discreta belleza, pero también de los más extensamente representados y en el que se han reconocido más de mil especies.
Todas estas pequeñas algas, comparten con el resto de los géneros de esta familia un cuerpo simétrico, dividido en dos porciones por una estrecha constricción en cuyo centro se sitúa el núcleo.
La cubierta externa de Cosmarium presenta la misma composición de celulosa y pectina que la que tienen sus géneros hermanos, pero carece del modelado y los espectaculares recortes que pueden aparecer en Euastrum Staurastrum o Micrasterias.
La delicada sencillez de la mayor parte de las especies de Cosmarium, como la de este probable Cosmarium lundellii, parece estar diseñada, para flotar y desplazarse por el agua, a diferencia de lo que ocurre con los extraordinarios adornos que recortan el cuerpo de Staurastrum o Micrasterias, que dificultan su navegación.
Quizá, por este motivo, debido a esta facilidad para flotar y desplazarse, la mayor parte de las especies del género Cosmarium tengan una amplia distribución, frente a limitada y específica localización de otras algas estrella.
Cosmarium es sencillo, intensamente verde de día, pero contiene en sus colores de la noche la hermosura latente de la vida que comparte con sus hermanas estrelladas.
La fotografía, tomada 400 aumentos con la técnica de campo oscuro y polarización, procede de unas muestras recogidas hace un mes en la Laguna Negra de Neila.
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☁ la nube negra de una justicia pervertida en nuestro país, movida por la envidia y la venganza, permanecerá aquí, hasta que soplen los vientos limpios que todos necesitamos. La Justicia es uno de los cimientos necesarios para la Paz. Desde aquí todo nuestro apoyo al Juez Baltasar Garzón -el buen Juez de Saramago- y a las personas de buena voluntad como él que trabajan por la Justicia.
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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.
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The Gothic loftiness of Notre-Dame dominates the Seine and the Ile-de-la-Cité as well as the history of Paris.
Notre-Dame de Paris is a church, a place of Roman Catholic worship, where Christians come together to pray. It opens its doors to people to participate in services or to freely visit the cathedral all year long.
Notre Dame de Paris was among the first buildings in the world to use the flying buttress (arched exterior supports). The building was not originally designed to include the flying buttresses around the choir and nave. After the construction began and the thinner walls (popularized in the Gothic style) grew ever higher, stress fractures began to occur as the walls pushed outward. In response, the cathedral's architects built supports around the outside walls, and later additions continued the pattern.
For a look at the upper parts of the church, the river, and much of Paris, climb the 387 steps to the top of one of the towers.
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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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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.
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