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-->> That's what it was all about, Man .. growin' up in the '90s, Man - - it was alla'bout "BREAKIN' ALL THE RULES" randomly, Man. Not conformin' to society's standards, Man .. and provin' to the world you were a real stinker, Man .. and you enjoyed every single fuggin' minute of it, Man !!
Dive' bomin' a RANDOM ..steamin' hot slice'a pizza,Man - WITH YOUR EYES CLOSED. Vibrant Neon ball-caps tilted to the side let society KNOW ..YOU WERE A NON-CONFORMIST,MAN .. YOU WEREN'T PLAYIN' BY THEM B8TCHES RULES !!
"No, Siree BOB'AROO-SKIE" .. as we used ta say in the '90s, Man. We rode our skateboards down random, obscure suburban streets - causing all sortsa of'a rukus and shenanigans just like out hero Bart Simpson, Man.
Yeah, Man .. we wore our sneakers with the laces untied IN SPITE OF THE LAW, MAN !! !! !! And about a 1/4 of us usually fell off the skateboards, tripped over the laces & slammed our skulls on the pavement rippin' up our fancy Turtle fleeces, and gettin' our blocks knocked off ( as well as our neon ball-caps ) by the big bully that usually had less than flattering things to say about out freakish '90s decorum. Yeh, there's pizza on ya face, Kid !!
Awe' - these fuggin' ol' ad clippings are pretty awesome, Man.
Oi !!
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The darkness of the temple was all-encompassing. Their hololamps felt like comically weak attempts to fight back, as dim and small as they were. The huge, empty halls seemed to call out to them as they passed. More than once, Nathan thought he’d heard someone.
“What was that?” he’d asked Ozz, who stared at him with concern.
“Nothing, kid. Just like last time. Get a grip, would ya?”
Something glinted in Ozz’s light. He peered at it, trying to get a closer look.
Eefo, their guide, (and current victim of blackmail) led from the front.
“Come,” she said. “The deep archives are this way. If there are any records related to Balaam’s Heart, we will find them there.” Then she added, more bitterly, “We can only hope this excursion does not doom the known galaxy.”
Nathan frowned over at her. “Or maybe it’ll keep it safe. If we don’t find the Heart, Pyerce might. It’s worth the risk.”
“Woah, woah, woah!” Ozz exclaimed, and his excited cry echoed in the tunnel. He hurried over to what he’d found—a pile of artifacts, gleaming beneath the dust and sand. “These babies look valuable!”
Eefo and Nathan stood in the entrance of another hall, pausing to look back at him. Eefo couldn’t hide her disgust with his priorities.
“Artifacts for processing, not what you seek.”
“Yeah, not what we came here for,” Nathan said. “Come on, Ozz. Sooner we get out of here, the better.”
Of course, Nathan should never have said that, because that’s the exact kind of thing that leads to ironic catastrophe. And so it did.
The rumbling began quietly, but was deafening before they had a chance to react. The walls were trying to shake apart. The ground bucked underneath them. The tunnel was filled with the cacophony of shouting and the crashing of rock as they all dodged rubble dropping from overhead and dived for cover. What felt like forever was over in just a few seconds.
Nathan pushed himself off the ground and looked frantically for his friend.
“Ozz, Ozz!”
“Nerd?” came the weak reply, through a layer of fallen rock.
“Ozz!” Nathan shouted again, trying to pull away rubble. His efforts were in vain.
“I’m alright, kid! Just…in a different room. You got our bounty?”
Nathan felt a mixture of relief and annoyance surge through him, and he took several deep breaths. Eefo was getting to her feet nearby.
“You okay?” he asked. She replied with a thumbs up.
“Yeah, she’s okay,” he told Ozz. “Hey, we’re gonna make it out of this. Listen, try and go back the way we came, or find another path out. We’ll all join back up at the entrance, got it?”
“Sure, sure. Me, worried? About the dark? Nah. See ya in a bit, no problem.”
Nathan took a moment to rest after the stress of the cave-in. “He’ll be fine,” he told himself.
“Perhaps he will,” Eefo replied dryly. “Forgive me for my lack of concern.”
“Okay, Ozzie, okay. You’re gonna be okay,” Ozz whispered, casting his hololamp around the rubble to find a good path out. The way they’d come in was blocked, so he chose the next best doorway and started trudging along. “No worries, no worries. Think happy thoughts. You’ll get paid! Oh—“ he turned back and—at least something was going right—a few of the gleaming artifacts were strewn across the floor.
“Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo!” Ozz hooted in glee, scooping up a few golden discs to stuff into his jacket. “Come to Ozzie! Now we just gotta find a way outta this pit, and Papa Ozzie can find a nice fence to hock to you to!”
He was glad Nathan wasn’t here to see him talk to treasure.
Now weighed down with future fortunes, Ozz trudged ahead into the dark tunnels and empty halls of the temple, all by his lonesome. He hummed to himself to ward off any fears. He really needed to start carrying a blaster. Nothing like a blaster to make you feel safe.
“Your pockets are heavy, thief.”
Ozz spun around, looking for the source of the voice. “Whosaidthat!” he cried, brandishing one of the discs.
“A denizen of this sacred place,” said the voice from nowhere.
“Oh…oh great, now I’m really going crazy. Amazing. Just ignore it, Ozzie, keep walkin’…”
“Ignoring a thing does not make it go away. Your name is Ozzie?”
“What? No, it’s…Ozzamandes. Hey, I’m not talkin’ to you. You’re just a voice in my head. Guy might look crazy talkin’ to himself like that.”
“I am not a manifestation of insanity, but of the force.”
“Ha, the force! Good one, brain.”
Suddenly, a creature appeared before him, a woman who seemed both there and not there at the same time, who shone with a ghostly blue glow. Ozz froze in place and stared at her, stunned.
She spoke with power and grace, and her face was severe. “A faith is a necessity for a creature, Ozzamandes. Woe to them who believes nothing. Woe to you, for I sense this void...within you.”
Shocked, Ozz’s grip went limp. A disc fell to the floor with a ‘clang’.
“Follow me,” Eefo said. “I will find us a way out of the tunnels.”
Nathan stopped in his tracks. “Wait a second. I want to get out too, but not before we find what we came for.”
Eefo’s face twitched. “Don’t you want to find your friend?”
“Yeah, but he’ll be fine, and ticked off at me if we leave this place with nothing to show for it. Can we still get to the archives after the cave-in?”
Eefo had been caught trying to wiggle out of showing him the archives, and she looked accordingly hateful.
“…Yes,” she spat. “Come, do not lose the way.”
As they walked, Nathan questioned her.
“The Scriptist’s madness, or whatever…he mentioned spirits. That’s just you, right? You’re gaslighting your mentor?”
“The spirits are real. The sabotage is mine, but the drain on his mind…the spirits are real. Dark things.”
This was not exactly the answer Nathan had wanted to hear while spelunking in a pitch-black tunnel.
“Oh, I see,” he said, shining his light behind him and hurrying to catch up.
“So what was your life like around here, huh? See any good holos?”
“As a Jedi scholar, I forbade myself from material pleasures, if that is what you ask.”
“Sheesh, aren’t you a bucket of fun.”
Ozz now continued his journey through the tunnels with the ghost woman at his side.
"You scoff. There is moral grandeur in this, no? The renunciation, the sacrifice this station requires? The self-exile, the remembrance of mortality, the committing of one's spirit to mystery and thought rather than toil?"
"Hah, I'd love to see you tell that to my pops. He loved toil."
"You use the past-tense. Your father is one with the force?"
"He's dead, if that's what you're askin'. We didn't see eye-to-eye, so wouldn't make much of a difference if he wersen't."
“But now you have another family? One of your own?”
“Hah! A family, nah. Just this kid mooching off my ship.”
“You have a child?”
Ozz shook his head, muttering to himself before replying. “No, no. Human’s name is Nathan, we’ve been working together for a few weeks. Can’t stand the guy, honestly. Always going on about safety and stuff. Takes himself too seriously. Got me fired once! For something I didn’t do, I’ll have you know.”
The woman smiled softly. “I sense care in your voice.”
“Pah! You’re hearin’ things too, then.”
“Love finds us in unlikely places. When it crosses our path, we are often slow to embrace it. We deny ourselves the comforts of familial care in order to protect our vulnerable, fragile egos.”
Ozz raised an eyebrow up at her and grimaced. “Geez, you get personal, lady. Bet you were a weirdo as a kid.”
They were stopped by sounds up ahead, strange howls and whispers that seemed to slither by in a tunnel before them. The woman flew in front of Ozz, her expression stern.
“What the keff was that!” Ozz cried, covering his head and looking around for danger.
“Dark spirits. My counterparts. The other side.”
“Well geez, terrible roommates! You just all hang out in the temple together? Just a big spirit party, good and bad?”
“I do not wish it to be this way. Their presence is a desecration.”
“Okay, okay…why don’t you evict ‘em then? You’re all glowly, I bet you could get rid of ‘em.”
“It’s not a question of my power, but of my purpose. I pledged myself in life to study and knowledge, it is not my place to raise hands against evil, but to equip those who do. I put them out of mind, and avoid their distraction.”
“Hm, couldn’t you make, like, an exception?”
She rounded on him, her expression fierce, her eyes wide.
“Does my life sound like one of exceptions, Ozzamandes?”
Ozz shrunk back from the frightful display. “Well, no. No, that’s a good point. But…”
The look on her pale face told him not to continue, but he was never good at listening to warnings.
“Well, you don’t really have a life, anymore. You’re—sorry if I’m the first one to tell you this—but you’re dead, lady.”
“I know this. Don’t insult my intellect.”
“Well then, you did good! You held to your pledges! They were pledges for life, right?”
She looked thoughtful, her brow knit. She said nothing.
“Besides, weren’t you the one that told me…ignoring something doesn’t make it go away?”
The deep archives were once locked behind doors that required power to open, powers neither Nathan nor Eefo had. But time and war wears away all things, this time to Nathan’s benefit. The doors were long since destroyed, and their access unblocked.
It was a narrow hall. Rows and rows of old books, many of them destroyed, lined the shelves.
Eefo gestured forward. “Feast away, you fool.”
Nathan shot her a look. “Kind of unnecessary, but…thank you for bringing me here. Where do I start?”
“Balaam’s Heart? I recommend ‘B’.”
“Oh, it works like that? Huh, I expected something weirder,” he said, and he stepped forward to scan the massive stacks.
Eefo looked on the shelves—the sheer amount of terrible, dangerous knowledge—and at the young man now searching amongst the tomes. Fear clutched at her heart. Her mind went to the blaster under her robes.
“You speak sense. Most unexpected,” the ghostly woman said.
“Oh, nice,” Ozz grunted. “I’ll try not to be offended about how you said that.”
“My apologies. Perhaps, as a spirit, my purpose is something different than what I was bound to in life. Perhaps I must evolve, as my being has evolved. Perhaps I must oppose the dark things here, and purify this temple. Thank you, Ozzamandes, for speaking with me. It has been most enlightening.”
“Sure, sure, any time. Now, I gotta get outta here, any chance…?”
“We have been following that path for some time. I have been leading you to your friends while we talked. They are just ahead.”
Ozz blinked in surprise. “No kidding? You’re alright, lady.”
“Ozzamandes,” she said, and her voice became serious and heartfelt. “Do not deny your care for your friend. You would rob yourself of greater riches than those you carry in your coat.”
Ozz avoided her gaze, nodding vaguely. “Oh, uh, sure, sure. Yeah, thanks for the advice.”
“And Ozzamandes,” she said again.
“What?”
“Please leave behind the things you’ve pilfered from my temple, if you please.”
“Oh,” Ozz blushed, and he casually removed the golden discs from his pockets and dumped them on the floor as gently as he could. “Sure thing, of course.”
She smiled. “Thank you. Farewell, I hope we meet again.”
“Me too, ‘cept I got no plans to come back to this joint. But uh, I’ll see ya when I see ya.”
A fondly amused expression was the last thing on her face before she faded away, and he was left in the dark. A door stood in front of him.
Ozz smiled proudly. “’Most enlightening’…Old Ozzie, who woulda thought!”
Ozz entered the deep archives. The first thing he saw was Eefo, hand on her blaster, and an unaware Nathan. Something in his chest swelled up, and his eyebrows furrowed. She was gonna blast his partner? Not on her life.
“Hey, what’s the big idea?” he shouted, and Eefo spun in alarm. She hastily drew her blaster. “Nate, look out!”
Ozz threw himself into the Rodian researcher, knocking both of them to the floor. The blaster went off harmlessly, a bright red bolt striking an ancient tome and completing its transition to nothing more than a pile of ashes.
Nathan ducked and swiveled. He stared at the prone Eefo. A few seconds and he would’ve been toast.
“Woah, woah! Thanks Ozz!” He suddenly grasped that Ozz was here, and grinned widely. “Ozz! You made it!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Ozz said, dusting himself off. Eefo looked trapped. “Had some help. I’ll tell ya about it later. Geez, once a spy, always a spy, huh!”
Eefo glared at him defiantly. “You’ll bring ruin to the galaxy!” she said, her voice trembling.
She stood on shaking legs, and occasionally her eyes darted towards the shelves, wide with fear. She was like an animal, and Nathan felt, most of all, pity. He understood what was driving her.
Nathan grabbed Ozz's arm and pulled him aside. He whispered, "Hey, I'm trying to honor what you said on Yavin, I'm telling you before I do something crazy."
Ozz looked at him warily. "...Kid, whatever you're thinking, you better not risk our profit, here. We're in a golden spot with this!"
"No, I'm not okay with how we've done this. Catching spies is one thing, but blackmailing, threatening deserters to get what we want?" He shook his head firmly. "That's not how I want us to do things."
Ozz looked between his eyes, searching for a way to convince him otherwise. There was no chance. He had no choice but to back down.
"That's...another payout lost, kid. I hope you know what you're doing: we need credits! Finding your girl is gonna take credits, you understand?"
"I know, we'll figure it out! I'm sure we can pick up a side job or something, but...I want to let Eefo go free. She's not even a spy anymore."
Ozz threw up his hands. "Have it your way. But you're the least lucrative partner I've ever had."
"This pays off in other ways, Ozz.” He turned back to the Rodian, approaching her cautiously.
“Hey, I’m not mad that you wanted to shoot me, alright? It’s…well, it’s not okay, Eefo. But I get it.” He stepped forward, and she flinched. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he told her. “We’re going to let you go free. You don’t have to worry about us leaking anything, or telling anyone where you are, okay?”
Eefo raised a brow skeptically. She waited for him to continue.
“Now, I know you think what we’re doing is wrong. But…I wish you could trust me. My intentions are nothing but good, I swear. You’re right that this is dangerous stuff. The Empire is looking for it, and I can’t leave whether they find it or not up to chance. Please, you don’t have to agree, but…don’t shoot me?”
She met his gaze, and gradually seemed to calm. Her eyebrow still twinged in frustration, but she sighed, and the fight had left her.
“Yes. Alright.”
“Great,” Nathan nodded. “Ozz, help me find this book!”
Ozz was already by the stacks, and held up an old pile of slates bound together with rope. “Was it ‘Balaam’?”
“Yeah, why—“
“Here ya go.”
He passed the slates to Nathan. Sure enough, Balaam’s name was on them.
“No way,” Nathan said, staring. “Ozz, thank you!”
“No problem,” he shrugged, unaware of his partners efforts to do what he’d just done in one glance.
“We’ve got what we needed. Let’s go see sunlight again, huh?”
Eefo led them back through the tunnels until they found the staircase they’d originally descended. They were cheered to see the light flooding through the open archways of the temple doors. Cold wind filled their ears as they crossed the old atrium floor and ventured out into the open air.
They gasped in horror when they saw the sky.
An Imperial Light Cruiser lay in the upper atmosphere. A small, white shape was gliding down towards them; a shuttle.
“Aw, hell,” Ozz grunted, slumping hopelessly.
“No!” Eefo screamed. “No! They’re coming for the temple!”
Nathan blanched, and held Balaam’s slates tightly under his arm. “We’ve got to get out of here. We can’t fight that thing.”
“The temple is bad enough, but we must not lead them to the Searchers! The unencrypted archives, the research, they cannot be allowed to have it!”
His jaw firmly set, Nathan made a decision. “Ride back to the outpost, I’ll hold them here.”
“Kid,” Ozz said weakly. “What the keff are you gonna do?”
A plan was formulating in his mind. Nathan approached the small conductor Eefo had planted in the ground when they’d arrived.
“Eefo, show me how to work this thing. Then you both go, get to safety!”
“Hey, kid,” Ozz said, his tone full of worry in a way Nathan had never heard.
“Yeah?”
“We’re gonna come back for you. Just hold out, okay? Trust in the…the force, or whatever. You better be alive when I get here.”
“I’ll do my best,” Nathan shrugged. “Chances aren’t great.”
A grin broke on Ozz’s face. “Oy, bring back the optimism. You’re downright depressing, you know that?”
“I’ll bring back the optimism when we make some money, how about that.”
“Oh, so never.”
“Well, never say never!”
“Ha! There it is,” Ozz grinned. He patted Nathan on the side. “Take care, kid. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“Geez, what’s gotten into you?”
“Oh, shut up. I dunno, had some time to think while I was in those tunnels. Anyway, enough dwaddling! Let’s get this show on the road!”
“Yeah, I’ll see you in a bit, Ozz.”
A few minutes later, Ozz and Eefo sped back towards camp, Balaam’s slates in hand.
Alone at the entrance to the temple, Nathan waited for the shuttle to touch down.
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Tunage: The Doors- Riders on the Storm
I don't want to sound lame, but this photo kind of represents how I've been feeling recently. I feel like I'm the small dinosaur and all these problems piling up are the huge dog. Problems and just stuff that come with growing up. I'm excited and looking forward to it all, but for the love of God, I just want to be a teenager for the rest of my life, haha. I love being care free, but if change comes then I will embrace it.
I've had this toy ever since Jurassic Park came out, or sometime around then. I used to have way more but my mom gave them away to those less fortunate, so at least they made another kid happy, eh?
AW YEA. Time to go play Skyward Sword. PEACE!
I sang this to the boys when they were babies:
All the things you said to me today,
Change my perspective in every way.
These things count to mean so much to me,
Into my faith, you and your baby.
It's out there. It's out there.
It's out there. If you want me I'll be here.
I'll be dreaming my dreams with you.
I'll be dreaming my dreams with you.
And there's no other place,
That I'd lay down my face.
I'll be dreaming my dreams with you.
It's out there. It's out there.
It's out there. If you want me I'll be here...
I'll be dreaming my dreams with you.
I'll be dreaming my dreams with you.
And there's no other place,
That I'd lay down my face.
I'll be dreaming my dreams with you.
Dreaming my dreams with you.
I'll be dreaming my dreams with you.
And there's no other place,
That I'd lay down my face.
I'll be dreaming my dreams with you.
...night night!
RAMMSTEIN
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This is one of artist Dale Chihuly's glass art displays at the Desert Botanical Garden in Phoenix, Arizona. The exhibition at the Garden is named "Chihuly: The Nature of Glass" and Chihuly's work is displayed from November 22, 2008 to May 31, 2009. The Nature of Glass exhibit features new and unique works of glass artfully located throughout the Garden. Dale Chihuly is known for his innovative glass sculptures, and his work is immediately recognizable for its grand scale and vibrant colors. This is Chihuly's first exhibition in an outdoor desert environment.
“The artist permits and encourages photography of the artwork in this exhibition for educational and non-commercial use only.”
INFORMATION ON ARTIST DALE CHIHULY:
Dale Patrick Chihuly (b. September 20, 1941 in Tacoma, Washington, United States) is an American glass sculptor. Chihuly graduated from high school in Tacoma. Supported by his mother, after his brother George's death in a flight-training accident in Florida and his father's death of a heart attack, he enrolled at the College of the Puget Sound (now University of Puget Sound) in 1959.
In 1967, he received a Master of Science in sculpture from the University of Wisconsin-Madison, Chihuly lives and works in his 25,000 square foot (2300 m²) studio, nicknamed "The Boathouse" for its former use, on Lake Union. Since losing the vision in one of his eyes in a car accident in 1976, Chihuly (who wears an eyepatch) no longer has the depth perception necessary to handle the molten glass himself. Instead, he conceptualizes each project with paint and canvas and then employs a team of artists to do the work.
About his work: His fascination with abstract nature forms comes from his mother's garden in Tacoma, Washington. One of his sculptures would be prominently displayed on the sitcom Frasier, which is set in nearby Seattle. His love for the ocean and its creatures is also reflected in his art.
Over the past forty years, Chihuly's glass sculptures have explored color, design, and assemblage. Although his work varies in size and color, he is best known for his multipart blown masterpieces. Also interested in Irish culture, he has produced a sizeable volume of "Irish cylinders," which are more modest in conception than his blown glass works.
Some of Chihuly's works cover whole ceilings of casinos and hotels, while others are hand-sized abstract flowers. Chihuly uses intense colors to bring his work to life. He is also known for using neon and argon.
Chihuly uses nature as a setting for his pieces, and tries to create his pieces as though they are part of nature. He sometimes entwines his pieces around tree branches and trunks. He also suspends them in space and floats them in water. Although it is not widely known, some components of Chihuly's installations (for example, the stacked aqua-colored chunks that decorate the Tacoma "Bridge of Glass") are made of an acrylic-type material rather than glass.
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INFORMATION ABOUT THE DESERT BOTANICAL GARDEN:
Nestled amid the red buttes of Papago Park, the Desert Botanical Garden hosts one of the world’s finest collections of desert plants. One of only 44 botanical gardens accredited by the American Association of Museums, this one-of-a-kind museum showcases 50 acres of beautiful outdoor exhibits. Home to 139 rare, threatened and endangered plant species from around the world, the Garden offers interesting and inspiring experiences to more than 300,000 visitors each year.
A charter member of the Museum Association of Arizona and National Center for Plant Conservation, the Garden is fully accredited with the American Association of Museums and American Association of Botanical Gardens and Arboreta. It continues to build on its 63-year legacy of environmental stewardship, and has become nationally and internationally renowned for its plant collections, research and educational programs.
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50/365
okay, i know i haven't posted a 365 in a couple of days, so i'm going to start making up for them. i'll probably post another two tonight; one for today's and one for yesterdays. i'll still be missing one, but i don't want to have four photos in a row from the same shoot.
sorry for disappearing for a couple days, i got really frustrated with my pictures and i didn't want to post any of them. i hate shooting in my room and since my harddrive crashed i can't even post any old photos. but today i finally got home early enough to shoot outside and hopefully i'll have a snow day tomorrow so i'll be able to do a lot more shooting.
explored #162
Yesterday, I went back to the nesting spot and I have to tell you I have good luck..As soon as I got there they were changing "shift" They don't waste time..In out and that's that. (I like that) I watched the head popping in and out for quite sometime..too long...actually. I decided to pack it in.........Of course as soon as I looked the other way one flew back & they changed shift again..I missed a great shot of the two parents completely out of the nest..just for a few moments.(figures right?) I have been wanting to catch the two of them "chatting" together outside the nest..for days now lol...I watched as one flew off and the other took over the nest ;) Anyway, here's the shot I got of the two happy parents. They don't waste time either..
"Northern Flickers are large, brown woodpeckers with a gentle expression and handsome black-scalloped plumage. On walks, don’t be surprised if you scare one up from the ground. It’s not where you’d expect to find a woodpecker, but flickers eat mainly ants and beetles, digging for them with their unusual, slightly curved bill. When they fly you’ll see a flash of color in the wings – yellow if you’re in the East, red if you’re in the West – and a bright white flash on the rump".
"It takes about 1 to 2 weeks to build the nest which is built by both sexes of the mating pairs. The entrance hole is roughly 5 cm to 10 cm wide."
"Northern Flicker feeding juvenile at nest cavity entrance. A typical clutch consists of 6 to 8 eggs whose shells are pure white with a smooth surface and high gloss. The eggs are the second largest of the North American woodpecker species, exceeded only by the Pileated Woodpecker's. Incubation is by both sexes for approximately 11 to 12 days. The young are fed by regurgitation and fledge about 25 to 28 days after hatching."
Enjoy! Best viewed LARGE..Have a great long weekend to all my Canadian flickr friends ;)
La Jara Pringosa es un arbusto de hasta 2,5 m de altura, cuyas hojas, alargadas y estrechas están abundantemente impregnadas de una sustancia pegajosa, el ládano, resina fuertemente olorosa, que les da un aspecto brillante y se adhiere fácilmente a las manos y ropa. Sus flores son muy grandes (10 cm) y con cinco pétalos blancos que, en la variedad maculatus, presentan una mancha púrpura en la base.
Reino: Plantae
Subreino: Tracheobionta
División: Magnoliophyta
Clase: Magnoliopsida
Orden: Malvales
Familia: Cistaceae
Genero: Cistus
Especie: Cistus ladanifer
Propiedades:
El ládano (resina) se tomaba en jarabes para la tos.
Como linimento se usa diluido en alcohol.
Datos de la toma:
1/250 s - f/8 - ISO 100
HDR para los petalos y textura para el fondo.
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Captured close to one of the main entrances of the Forbidden Palace in Beijing about a week ago ...
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Gay & Lesbian Pride March 2010
It’s back in 2010, the event that stops traffic… On Sunday February 7th, the 15th annual Pride March takes over Fitzroy St, St Kilda in a blaze of colour, noise and movement!
Pride March 2010 is an open air celebration culminating in a Pride March down Fitzroy Street St Kilda and finishing with performances on the foreshore. Pride March is to express courage, solidarity, pride, diversity and a strong sense of community.
Gay & Lesbian Pride March
Down Fitzroy Street to Catani Gardens
Sunday 7 February 2010
Fitzroy St, St Kilda Victoria 3182 Australia.
Telephone: 03 9513 3054
Turning 30 in 2010, St Kilda Festival is one of Australia’s best known and Melbourne’s most loved events. It utilises St Kilda’s stunning foreshore and celebrates the cream of Australia’s musical talents.
Saturday 6 February is Yalukit Wilam Ngargee: People, Place Gathering, an outdoor Indigenous festival featuring music, dance, children’s activities and more that welcomes people to St Kilda for the week ahead, O’Donnell Gardens.
From 7-13 February experience Live N Local: St Kilda venues throw open their doors to host a variety of local bands, musicians, performers, artists and comedians in a series of one off and special events - everything you love about St Kilda and more.
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Op vrijdag 9 oktober jl. was er in het Theater aan het Spui (Den Haag) het eerste Nederlandse Blog-art festival.
Ik heb over mijn ervaringen tijdens dit festival een artikel geschreven en een fototreportage gemaakt.
Dit complete verhaal staat sinds vanmiddag on-line op de website van idealize.
© 2009 Pieter Musterd
Úbeda, Jaén (Spain).
ENGLISH
The main parish church of Santa María de los Reales Alcázares displays the most significant mixture of architectural styles, to be found in the city. The buildings historic and artistic patronage is complex and its solid external appearance is of a defensive fortification.
Built on an archaeological site where remains of bronze and Roman civilisations have been found, the Church rests of the foundations of the main mosque of Muslim Úbeda. According to tradition the Romans built a temple here dedicated to Diane. After the conquest of the town by Ferdinand II the Saint, in 1223, the Mosque was consecrated in the Catholic faith with the title High Parish Church of the Royal Alcazares and of Our Lady of the Ascension. In 1259 it achieved the rank of High Collegiate Church. In 1852 the Church's collegiate rank was withdrawn, reversing to the rank of High Parish Church. Being the principal temple of the city, it has preserved important archives and a multitude of treasures. The latter being donations and numerous priviledges bestowed by Popes, Kings and bishops.
Its external appearance blends Medieval and Classicist styles. Being built on to the ols walls of the fortress, Santa María church has been the main witness to the great changes and strife of Úbeda. Today it still offers a special attraction to the town which is due to its great historical character and the population's identification with its heritage.
Source: www.ubedainteresa.com/portal/
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CASTELLANO
Asentada sobre un subsuelo arqueológico de la Edad del Bronce, y con mínimas diferencias ocupando el emplazamiento dé la antigua mezquita mayor de la ciudad, la tradición dice que en el mismo sitio los romanos tuvieron un templo dedicado a Diana.
Tras la conquista de la ciudad en 1233 por el rey cristiano Fernando III el Santo, la entonces mezquita fue transformada al culto católico bajo la advocación de Iglesia Mayor Parroquial de los Reales Alcázares y de Nuestra Señora de la Asunción. Desde 1259 fue titulada Iglesia Mayor Colegial y desde 1852 ostenta el título de Iglesia Mayor Parroquial.
Iglesia principal de la ciudad, durante siglos ha conservado un importante archivo y multitud de obras de arte y joyas, fruto de donaciones y de numerosos privilegios concedidos por reyes, papas y obispos.
Con una imagen exterior entre medieval y clasicista, adosada al primitivo muro del alcázar, Santa María ha sido la iglesia que históricamente más movimiento y ajetreo ha tenido de toda la ciudad, y aún hoy sigue ofreciendo para el ciudadano de Úbeda una atracción especial que le viene dada por su fuerte carácter histórico y el grado de identificación conseguido con la ciudad y sus habitantes, al albergar desde los meses de mayo a septiembre a la Stma. Virgen de Guadalupe, patrona de la ciudad.
Fuente: www.ubedainteresa.com/portal/
Lumbier, Navarra (Spain).
ENGLISH
The Foz de Lumbier is carved out of the limestone rock by the river Irati at the western end of the Leyre range of mountains, at the foot of the Navarrese Pyrenees. It is one of the most spectacular gorges in Navarre, a landscape created over millions of years by the waters of the river Irati, which have left their mark on this sanctuary of nature day by day. The gorge was declared a Nature Reserve in 1987.
Lumbier is a narrow and small gorge, just 1,300 metres long, but of spectacular beauty. Its vertical walls reach a maximum height of 150 metres and large birds of prey live in the cracks and ledges, with species such as griffon vultures whose flights will accompany you in your visit to the gorge. It is also a refuge for foxes, boar, badgers and owls, and is strewn with gall and kermes oaks and bushes such as thyme, lavender and gorse that hang from the cracks, vegetation that is transformed into woods of poplars, willows and ash trees at the entry and exit of the gorge.
In contrast to many other canyons, you can walk through Lumbier along an easy track that runs along the bottom of the cliffs for 2.6 kilometres. The route was created for the old Irati train (the first electric train in Spain) that linked Pamplona with Sangüesa between 1911 and 1955.
The signposted path runs along the river and crosses the rock through two tunnels (206 and 160 metres long) that do not have artificial light. Towards the end of the path the route goes around the rock and reaches the remains of the Puente del Diablo (Devil's Bridge), which was built in the 16th century with a raised arch 15 metres above the river. It was destroyed by the French in 1812 during the War of Independence, and owes its name to a legend that says that its builder asked the devil for help to finish it.
More info: www.visitnavarra.es/eng/organice-viaje/recurso/relacionad...
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CASTELLANO
La foz de Lumbier es un desfiladero excavado por el río Irati sobre la roca caliza en el extremo occidental de la sierra de Leire, al pie del Pirineo navarro. Es una de las gargantas más espectaculares de Navarra, un paisaje labrado a lo largo de millones de años por la acción del río Irati que, día a día, sigue marcando su huella en este santuario de la naturaleza, reserva natural desde 1987.
La de Lumbier es una hoz estrecha y pequeña, de 1.300 metros de longitud, y de una belleza espectacular. Sus paredes verticales alcanzan en su cota máxima 150 metros de altura, y en sus grietas, roturas y repisas viven grandes rapaces, entre los que abundan los buitres leonados, cuyo vuelo le acompañará en su visita al desfiladero. La foz, que también sirve de refugio para zorros, jabalíes, tejones y alimoches, está poblada de quejigos y coscojas, además de arbustos como tomillo, espliego y ollaga que se cuelan por las grietas, vegetación que se transforma en bosques de álamos, sauces y fresnos a la entrada y salida de la foz.
A diferencia de otras gargantas, la de Lumbier puede ser recorrida a través de un sencillo camino que discurre al pie de los acantilados, a lo largo de 2,6 kilómetros. El trazado fue realizado para el tren Irati, el primer tren eléctrico de España, que comunicó Pamplona con Sangüesa entre 1911 y 1955.
El camino está señalizado, discurre junto al río y atraviesa la roca a través de dos túneles, de 206 y 160 metros de longitud, que no poseen luz artificial. En la parte final del sendero, el camino bordea la roca y llega hasta los restos del Puente del Diablo, construido en el siglo XVI, con un arco elevado 15 metros sobre el río. Destruido por los franceses en 1812, durante la Guerra de la Independencia, debe su nombre a una leyenda según la cual su constructor pidió ayuda al diablo para levantar el puente.
Más info: www.visitnavarra.es/esp/organice-viaje/recurso.aspx?o=303...
Hilo de la Fotohistoria en Pullip .es: TRIP TO IRELAND (1 of 9): Day 1 – Swords: Cíen's answer /
VIAJE A IRLANDA (1 de 9): Día 1 – Swords: Contestación de Cíen
(Read in this order) PAG: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22.
LETTER from SUN to CÍEN: In English / En Español
Cíen: (that's a real trouble... I consider myself a patient person but... this guy wins the golden medal... ·_·u)
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Cíen: (menudo marrón... y yo mira que me considero una persona paciente... pero este se lleva la medalla de oro... ·_·u)
SHERYL LINKS:
- Pullip .es: Las Fotohistorias de Sheryl
- Sheryl's Flickr: Photostories 2011 - Sketches 2011 / Photostories 2012 - Sketches 2012
Música: Ella y Él.
No mires hacia atrás, Pepa, disimula y sigue leyendo, pero creo que he visto a mi Ginés con otra mujer cinco filas más atrás de nosotras y le estaba haciendo toda clase de carantoñas.
Mira que me lo decía todo el mundo y no me lo quería creer, qué pedazo de sinvergüenza , me lleva diciendo toda la semana que el viaje a Madrid era para ver un aparato para el laboratorio.....pero no me dijo el capullo que el aparato que quería ver fuera un aparato reproductor femenino. Me estoy encendiendo Pepa!!!... Me esta hirviendo la sangre !!!Creo que me voy a levantar yy....!!!!....
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Bien podría estar basado en un hecho real....y es que historias de este tipo o de cualquier otro se repite en todas partes sin importar mucho el lugar dónde suceden ni la procedencia, ni el status social de las personas.
Y es que hay hombres -( y también mujeres ,claro está)- que son de naturaleza infiel y que no se conforman con una sola mujer....pero también hay otros que lo son por otros motivos y no por tener el acento inherente de D. Juan. Con ello no quiero excusar de ninguna manera la infidelidad pero se podía uno/a parar a pensar en las causas más frecuentes de estas infidelidades, a veces, es la falta de comunicación en la pareja, el no compartir aficiones o actividades conjuntas, la rutina, la falta de ilusión, la dejadez.....y muchísimas más cosas que de seguro much@s podrían tener en mente mientras leen estas líneas y son estas cosas las que permiten que se vaya llenando el vaso imaginario de la relación, con gotitas amargas de insatisfacción que vamos bebiendo día a día , siendo éstas un veneno para nuestra salud física y mental... y empieza el caos en la relación de pareja y es entonces cuando se busca , o sin querer se encuentra, otra bebida más dulce que te hace olvidar la amargura e infelicidad en la que crees que está abocada tu existencia.
Si pensáis que esto tiene moraleja que la aporte cualquier otro, yo voy a "abrocharme el cinturón", no vaya a ser que vengan baches por contar estas historias.
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Continuación de la Historia: la mujer de Ginés aguantó hasta que el avión tomó tierra y no le dijo nada a su marido hasta que volvió a casa.
Él , por supuesto, lo negó todo, y quiso incluso hacerle creer a su ,- hasta ese día-, ... ella creía ,...querida esposa que esa mujer era una loca que le perseguía, que se le había abalanzado ese día en el avión, que jamás había visto a esa mujer en su vida ni mucho menos había tenído relación íntima con ella....y sabéis qué? Ginés, por llamarle de alguna manera, había estado liado con esa mujer nada más y nada menos que cinco años.....pero le salió bien a Ginés y es que tiene una verborrea , un carisma, un don innato encantador ...y de contar historias y echar mentiras, ....que parece que haya nacido para el teatro...y no para estar metido en una oficina y mucho menos ser militar.
La tonta de ella le creyó. Eso sí, llevará cuernos mientras viva ,porque hay hombres que no cambiarán nunca ( que si, que si, y mujeres también!!)
María.-
Cubelles, Barcelona (Spain).
ENGLISH
Surf fishing is the sport of catching fish standing on the shoreline or wading in the surf. A general term, surf fishing may or may not include casting a lure or bait, and refers to all types of shore fishing - from sandy and rocky beaches, rock jetties, or even fishing piers. The terms surfcasting or beachcasting refer more specifically to surf fishing from the beach by casting into the surf at or near the shoreline. With few exceptions, surf fishing is done in saltwater.
More info: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surf_fishing
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CASTELLANO
El surf-casting es una modalidad de pesca deportiva o de afición, consistente en la pesca con caña de pescar, que se realiza desde la orilla de la playa. Es una forma de pesca muy conocida y relajante, excepto cuando es de competición.
La palabra surfcasting es un término que procede del inglés, que traducido al castellano significa, "lanzando al oleaje". En español debería llamarse a esta modalidad, pesca de lanzado aunque se adquiere la forma inglesa para diferenciarla de otras modalidades. La variedad más extendida es el surf casting, pero si se realiza desde escollera o muelle ó en playas sin oleaje, siempre y cuando el fondo sea de tipo arenoso, el surf casting se ha mutado en otra variedad en que no se emplea el lanzado pesado sino que se usa un plomo más ligero y se denomina surf-fishing.
Este tipo de pesca puede ser muy tranquilo y relajante, pero también se practica de manera deportiva orientada a la competición, donde las condiciones climatológicas, y las propias características de esta pesca, pueden convertirla en una disciplina bastante dura y agotadora, que se ve recompensada con grandes capturas, que pueden llegar a pesar varios kg en la mayoría de las especies. En esta modalidad, es muy cotizada la lubina, el sargo, la dorada y otras muchas preciadas especies.
Puede ser practicada casi en cualquier condición, indistintamente de la hora o las condiciones climatológicas, aunque hay surf-casters que encuentran su mayor atractivo practicándola por la noche, y con mal tiempo.
El material usado consiste en una caña de pescar, preferiblemente de 3 tramos enchufables, un plomo de entre 80 y 130 gramos, y una cameta o anzuelo atado a un cabo de línea más flojo que el de la línea principal, que es donde colocamos el cebo adecuado para el pez que queremos pescar. Actualmente, se está empezando a usar bastante la caña telescópica, debido a su comodidad, y a que cada vez se asemeja mucho más a las características de las cañas por tramos.
Más info: es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surf-Casting
i took like 60 different shots for today. i love the way this turned out.
shannon is not here cause shes pet sitting. 7 dogs, 2 cats, 5 miniature horses and a llama. no i'm not kidding.
this week is gonna be all about reading the script for the show im designing at the begining of Sept. y'all gotta stay on me to get it done!
365 - 7.26.09
Esta foto es muy parecida a una que subí anteriormente, y que os la recordaré en el primer comentario, en dicha foto, es más que nada para usarla como fondo de escritorio, y esta que os pongo es un encuadre similar pero esta vez en vertical, y cada vez que hago más fotos verticales sobre el mar, las rocas. Etc., mejor es el resultado, muchas veces le pregunto a mis amigos, que porqué no hacen fotos verticales, y la respuesta es porque no se ve bien en el ordenador, con el tiempo me he dado cuenta que las fotos verticales para sacarlas en papel también quedad muy bien, después de esta reflexión os explicaré el procesado:
Nota: El procesado como siempre, un doble revelado a partir de un mismo RAW, una foto para el cielo y otra para el reflejo, siempre estoy hablando con objetos inteligentes, cuando más o menos he tenido el resultado a mi gusto, he seleccionado la parte del cielo, le he creado una, máscara de capa, he desenfocado las máscara con un desenfoque gaussiano con unos parámetros a gusto del consumidor para unir las dos fotos.
Una vez terminado con el cielo, me he ido al reflejo, aplicando unos ajustes muy similares a los del cielo para que parezca aún más real, después procesado por zonas en la parte del reflejo para obtener más textura aún si cabe, y aplicando sus respectivos desenfoques, cuando más o menos he tenido la foto a mi gusto, he acoplado todo en una foto, luego he duplicado otra vez, le he aplicado un desenfoque gaussiano con un valor de 8 pixeles, y me he ido a capas y le he cambiado el modo de fusión a luz suave, y le he bajado la opacidad a un 20% más o menos, para eliminar un poco la mini aparición de ruido por la parte más oscura.
Cámara: D40
Modo De Exposición: Manual + Trípode
ISO: 200
Velocidad: 0.3
Focal: 19.0 mm
F/ 22.0
Filtro: PL
Objetivo: 18.0-55.0 mm F/ 3.5 -5.6
Procesado: Light room 2
Camera Raw 4.3
Photoshop Cs 3
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"Home baked pie" in classical soft focus and blurred vignette background treatment, this is my interpretation of the past; I made it a bit blurry as I may not know how the place may really looked like but in my vision, this is my own rendition.
Feel the melancholy of the past... Image taken at the Heritage Stewart farm house Circa 1894.
The house was beautifully restored by the city council... feel the nostalgia and find out how people lived in the 1800's....
You may say that we are lucky to be born in this modern era, where everything is ready and served and water source is readily available within our reach :o)
Photography © 2010, ™Lisa M., All Rights Reserved
I shot it at the festival of CHHATH.
Chhath Puja is a very joyous and colorful festival. Chhath Puja is the holiest Hindu festival of people in northern India. Mostly the Chhath Puja is being observed in Bihar and Jharkhand(INDIA) and the festival comprises rituals for four days. The Chhath Puja begins a week after Diwali. The word Chat denotes the number six in Hindi. The Chhath Puja begins on the sixth day of the Kartik, a holy month as per Hindu calendar. Some people spell Chath Puja as Chat Puja, Chatt Puja, Chhath festival, etc
Chhath Puja is dedicated to worship the Sun God. The Chhath Puja is known as ‘SuryaShashti’. People observe Chhath Puja to thank the Sun for bestowing the bounties of life on earth, as also for fulfilling particular wishes. People believe that by observing the Chhath Puja they can fulfill their desires. The Chhath Puja has been observed since long time in India. On Chhath Puja day, all the people dress up in their best and new clothes are a must. Folk songs are sung both at home and on the riverbank. Millions of people take dip in the holy water of river Ganges, and other rivers.
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It was Kim's turn to pick the theme this week. She loves bokeh so I was unsurprised when she said "you've got to be out of focus in the background somewhere." I really wondered what to do.
I had two trips to London on business last week. The head office is just next to St. Paul's Cathedral and I love the short walk out to the Millennium Bridge. On the train on the way down I thought of this shot and at an appropriate moment, snuck out of the office and quick took some shots. As I've so often found, it's not until I get the images onto my computer screen that I can really see what is going on and spend a little time reviewing the process and my thoughts. I took some good shots but none that were great. Fortunately I knew I had another opportunity for a reshoot.
On the train on the way down the second time I was worried, the weather was dull, grey and overcast and whilst the forecast predicted it would clear, one of the things I loved about the first shoot were the wonderful fluffy clouds and deep blue skies. When I did manage to get out of the office, the skies had cleared somewhat. What I did achieve though, were much better compositions. In the end it was an easy decision which way to go.
Just for fun, I've included below two situational shots from the first shoot and an outtake from the second shoot.
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Next week, Kim and I are doing our thing. However, I'm really loving the themes and I think we might come back to it again but we need some ideas. Anyone got any?
My self-portrait project involves taking a picture each week that I post the following week on a Thursday. Feel free to critique - I welcome it. Thanks
Ballygluin is now best remembered as the station in the opening scene of John Fordes Irish epic “The Quiet Man”. Ballygluin posed as “Castletown” station as a bemused John Wayne steps from the train, enquiring from curious locals for the way to his ancestorial home of “Innisfree” in the 1952 academy award winning movie.
Ballygluin was opened as part of the Athenry and Tuam Railway in 1860. Ballygluin was also part of the long straggling route of the Waterford, Limerick & Western Railway. The station saw it’s last regular trains in 1975, Part of this 185Km line (Limerick to Athenry) is due to reopen this year after a multi-million euro refurbishment, when it’s the turn of Athenry to Collooney section is now anybody’s guess. For more info visit www.westontrack.com
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Best Days by Matt White
Every time I look at you
You always look so beautiful
Driving on the road again
The chevys packed up
and its dusk
And I would take some photographs
So I can dream of you
Can't say I've felt such a twisting in my heart this
way
We pitch a tent and i wont sleep i just stay awake .
Fires burning , softly singing songs .
So close to you .
Do you believe
In love at first sight
I think you do
We're lying naked under the covers
Those are the best days of my life.
Can't take away those times
We stayed up and we talked all night
Chain smoking cigarettes and
Three bottles of red wine
Falling asleep together
Holding your body close to mine .
Oh and in the morning
Your eyes opened so innocent
The sun is blazing , we are sweaty
You look lovely
Nothing else matters anymore 'cause you're
In my arms again
Do you believe
In love at first sight
I think you do .
We're lying naked under the covers
Those are the best days of my
Those are the best days of my
Those are the best days of my life
Oh Ill never want to be without you
So just stay with me
I will love you endlessly .
Oh darling, darling
Those are the best days of my
Those are the best days of my .. life
Do you believe
In love at first sight
I think you do
We're lying naked under the covers
Those are the best days of my life
Those are the best days of my
Those are the best days of my
Those are the best days of my life
I never used to drink coffee. After I moved to Guelph a few years ago I tried it. Then I tried our local Planet Bean Coffee...... and it was all over. I now buy freshly roasted coffee every week or so.... and grind it in my new burr grinder right before I brew it in my french press. I have somehow become a coffee snob. Never saw it coming.
A bonus of drinking Planet Bean coffee is that it is Fair Trade and Organic!
Camera: Nikon D700 [ISO 200]:[5s] Lens:135mm 2.8 AIS [f4]
Strobist: SB900 @ 17mm 1/8th power, into 28" wescott softbox camera right. Used a whiteboard to attempt to reflect some of the light back to left side of subject.
Triggered by PWII's.
After the flash went off, I used a small pen flashlight and made quick circles in the air during the remainder of the 5 second exposure. I kind of like this one because the "halo" is all messed up. it sure is hard to draw a straight line while reaching over your setup in the dark. single exposure, no photoshop editing.
Large on black or at BEST 1280 x 850 pixels.
New group: Overschie!
I started a new group - couldn't believe it didn't exist yet - about Overschie, Rotterdam!
Overschie is a neighbourhood in the north of Rotterdam, with +15.000 inhabitants. It has a lot of beautiful spots, but also the A13 running through it and the Kleinpolderplein traffic junction (another group I started, btw). Feel free to throw all your Overschie shots in this new group. Ta!
About the picture
Trying to slipstream the Dutch Masters... ;-)
With the sun coming up behind my back I suddenly noticed this atmospheric view of 'vintage' Overschie, a rootsy Rotterdam neighbourhood - all this while I was reporting the demolition of a modern appartment at the other side of this bridge.
This is HDR, but I processed it in a different way, I was trying to make it look like an old Dutch painting, or something. :-)
Hope you enjoy it. Ta!
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Date: Taken on January 24, 2012 at 8.51 am CET
Exif data
Camera Nikon D700
Exposure 3x (1/125) for HDR
Aperture f/2.8 / f/5.6 / f/8
Focal Length 50 mm (Nikon 50mm f/1.4)
ISO Speed 200
3 shots into Photomatix Pro into Photoshop CS5 for further processing.
my power animal is the orca : )
The Orca is found in all seas from the Arctic to the Antarctic. The familiar black and white coloring of the Orca is significant. From a spiritual point of view it represents lessons of a soul nature regarding polarity. Orcas assist us in acquiring balance within a world of opposites.
From a physical point of view it is a strategy of camouflage. Seen from above their dark back blends in with the darker water below them, while from below, their whiter bellies blend in with the sunlit waters above. This symbolizes the ability to move through life seen or unseen depending on the situation. Learning the art of camouflage is advantageous for those with this medicine. Proper action and reaction, observation and expression are all linked to this art.
The orca swims in formation either in a line or in rows. This indicates good organizational skills and the ability to work cooperatively with others.
Each pod has its own distinctive dialect which allow members of the same pod to recognize one another even if they get separated. Those with this medicine are able to instantly identify members of their original soul group. Although personalities may differ a strong sense of family is known. Life lessons as well as spiritual aspirations are similar. Reuniting with members of the same soul group can trigger a sense of great joy or it can awaken heart felt grief as memories surface about a previous loss. Those with this totem should remember that once a reunion has been established, emotional support for one another will always be available.
Orca medicine people are very creative although they can have a tendency to keep their creativity hidden or allow their creativity to rule their lives. Those with this totem should pay attention to the way in which the orca appears to them. If it is seen breaching out of the water it is asking you to surface from the depths of your inner reflection and express yourself outwardly in a grounded and creative way.
If seen injured or beached it could indicate a need to take care of your health. Orcas often get parasites, bacterial and fungal infections. Hodgkin's disease has been recorded in killer whales. From an emotional perspective this disease is linked to low self esteem and the fear of being accepted. The orca holds the teachings of fearlessness, beauty, power and balance. It can awaken these same qualities within you. All you need to do is ask."
Estábamos en una zona de Osona que conocíamos poco. Los pueblos de los alrededores del pantano de Sau son pequeños y coquetos. Algunos se componen unicamente de una masía grande, una iglesia, su estafeta y el ayuntamiento. Una calle Mayor con casas bajas donde se agrupan la panadería y un bar, pequeño y cuidado, en donde disfrutar de un buen bocadillo de productos del lugar es lo mas apropiado.
Estábamos saboreando del aroma de las piedras centenarias de la iglesia de Vilanova de Sau, y disfrutando del silencio de su cementerio, pequeño y muy cuidado, cuando un estruendo nos trajo de nuevo a este mundo. No supimos discernir si el maremágnum de pitos, bocinas y griterío vario era una manifa de agricultores, o una repentina y no deseada aglomeración de coches con intenciones de aparcar junto a la iglesia, situación que me hubiera sacado de mis casillas, pudiendo ser el inicio de un altercado entre domingueros jubilados y yo mismo, algo siempre muy embarazoso, ya que por la experiencia tenida, esas embestidas siempre dan en fracaso y bochorno, saliendo del lugar con mala leche y sin hacer agua clara.
No fue el caso... la algarabía que se oía en la Calle Mayor era, no una mani de gente en desacuerdo con alguna autoridad, o jubileo, si no una bonita quedada como hoy se dice, de moteros con sus respectivas monturas, todo salido así como de una película de los años 40, tales eran las trazas de las motocicletas y sidecares, así como los cascos y gafas de los dueños de ellas. Ibamos a por piedras añejas y terminamos fotografiando Sanglas y Ducatis de época, algo que no teníamos previsto, pero que nos lleno de gozo.
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Inside the old, abandoned High School in Toyah, Texas.
Story continued from this image...
Alright, so having discovered the existence of another opening on the other side of the building, I quickly folded up my tripod and made for the basement exit. I hustled around to the east end of the old school building, and whadya know...there's a big steel door standing wide open, it's 4 x 8 plywood having been removed and lying down on the concrete steps down to this basement entrance. I made my way down the step and shined my streamlight inside...nothing very impressive here either; just a hallway with a couple doorways off either side. I stepped in, and examined to room to my right.
This room was completely empty except for a non-professionally made wooden table, about 3x6 feet, of about the size and height someone might lay down on. The rest of the room was basically fairly clean of debris...it began to look as though this building had remained sealed for several decades, and had only been breached very recently. There was no tagging to be seen anywhere, which was quite refreshing compared to most places like this that I visit. Whoever forced their way in at least had respect for the place...perhaps an urban explorer type, rather than drunk teenagers looking for a place to party.
One other thing I forgot to mention about this side...the ceiling here is normal height, not 5 feet like on the other half. Not sure how they worked that, but it was a relief to not have to walk around all bent over.
The second door on the right side of this hallway was actually just a second exit door for the room with the table, which was the largest room I'd seen here yet. So I wandered across the hallway to the lone door on that side, which was right next to the outside door through which I entered.
This room turned out to be the bath & shower room you see in the photo above. The blue paint was both rich and in surprisingly good condition, other than a few minor peels here and there. I looked at that shower head arrangement and thought about how cramped together 3 young men would be trying to simultaneously shower there. I didn't like that mental image so I switched it to three young women...there, that's better...
Anyway, I decided to snap this photo of it, and as I stepped back into the hallway to fire off the red strobe, I managed to get my $500 Marchon Airlock glasses hooked on my stretch knit cap, and because they were so cold, the arms snapped right off. Flyin' blind now!
OK, so the other thing in this hallway, at the very end on the left, is the stairway up to...what? I didn't know yet, but it was time to find out. I was as giddy as a schoolgirl in a 3-head shower as I made my way up the creaky, unstable wooden steps, covered with dust and rubble from years of deterioration, all highlighted quite coldly in the flat, bluish light from my LED flashlight.
Hmm...what's that sound coming from above?
To be continued...
I took a lot of photos that looked much nicer than this, but my view finder did not tell me what was really happening… I was using my 12mm lens with a circular polarizer filter which when used together make a huge dark blue blob in the middle of the sky. I am now going to sell off that filter… och! Funny thing was just before I took this trip I found an article warning not to use a CPF with a wide angle lens for just this very exact reason… yeah, I need to learn to listen, but it was exactly because of that warning that I took this one shot without it on.
"L'invitation au voyage"
Charles Baudelaire
Mon enfant, ma soeur,
Songe à la douceur
D'aller là-bas vivre ensemble !
Aimer à loisir,
Aimer et mourir
Au pays qui te ressemble !
Les soleils mouillés
De ces ciels brouillés
Pour mon esprit ont les charmes
Si mystérieux
De tes traîtres yeux,
Brillant à travers leurs larmes.
Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté,
Luxe, calme et volupté.
Des meubles luisants,
Polis par les ans,
Décoreraient notre chambre ;
Les plus rares fleurs
Mêlant leurs odeurs
Aux vagues senteurs de l'ambre,
Les riches plafonds,
Les miroirs profonds,
La splendeur orientale,
Tout y parlerait
À l'âme en secret
Sa douce langue natale.
Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté,
Luxe, calme et volupté.
Vois sur ces canaux
Dormir ces vaisseaux
Dont l'humeur est vagabonde ;
C'est pour assouvir
Ton moindre désir
Qu'ils viennent du bout du monde.
- Les soleils couchants
Revêtent les champs,
Les canaux, la ville entière,
D'hyacinthe et d'or ;
Le monde s'endort
Dans une chaude lumière.
Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté,
Luxe, calme et volupté.
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Sturnus unicolor
El estornino negro (Sturnus unicolor) es un ave paseriforme de la familia de los estorninos, Sturnidae. Está estrechamente relacionado con el estornino pinto, pero tiene una distribución mucho más limitada y no es migratorio. Este estornino es residente de la península ibérica, noroeste de África, Sicilia, Córcega y Cerdeña.
Su color negro y característica silueta con sus cortos cuello y cola hacen su identificación sencilla con la única posibilidad de confusión durante el invierno, cuando los estorninos pintos también están en la misma región. Los estorninos negros en invierno tienen un color negro grisáceo ligeramente moteado aunque no tan abundante y marcado como el pinto. Aunque al llegar la primavera pierden todas las pequeñas motas y adquieren un plumaje más negro y más brillante que el del estornino pinto, en especial los machos. Las patas son rosadas y sus estrechos y puntiagudos picos tienen tonalidad amarilla, más intensa en los machos durante la temporada de cría. Los estorninos negros andan en lugar de brincar y tienen un vuelo fuerte y directo. En vuelo se pueden apreciar sus alas en forma triángular y su cola corta. Sus polluelos son de color marrón apagado y los juveniles son de color gris oscuro motedado muy similares a los del pinto.
El estornino negro se puede encontrar en cualquier lugar abierto, incluso dentro de los núcleos urbanos. Al igual que el estornino pinto esta especie es omnívora y se alimenta de invertebrados, bayas, etc. También es gregaria y forma bandadas grandes durante el invierno, aunque no tan grandes que las del estornino pinto. Es un ave ruidosa y puede imitar sonidos muy bien. Su canto es semejante al del estornino pinto pero es más claro y tiene un tono más alto.
Esta especie suele anidar en cavidades, que pueden ser un hueco en un árbol o agujeros en los edificios. Normalmente ponen cuatro huevos.
"I had closed the door upon my heart
and wouldn't let anyone in
I had trusted and loved only to be hurt
but that would never happen again
I locked the door and
tossed the key as
hard and as far as I could
My heart was closed for good
Then you came into my life and
made me change my mind
just when I thought that
tiny key was impossible to find
that is when you held out your hand
and proved me wrong
inside your palm was the
Key to My Heart
You had it all along"
Nov 1, 2009 #357
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When the winter started to finally go away this year, I had to buy a new set of summer wheels and tires for the MINI. I wasn’t too excited to drain my bank account but having a dedicated summer and winter wheel/tire set is the safest way to handle the roads, especially when driving “spiritedly”. Of course, I added a few other suspension components as well ;-)
I’m really bummed about not having a working flash transmitter & receiver lately. It really has been limiting my creativity. I guess that’s what one can expect when they buy cheapo Cactus triggers instead of something like Cybersyncs or Pocket Wizards. Luckily, the Mt. Clemens General Hospital parking garage just happens to have some very good lighting. I parked myself on the fourth floor and hoped no one would run me over as I set up my tripod. A couple of minutes into rearranging the car and composition and WHAMMO, I got this great shot of the MINI!
Featured in Flickr Explore June 2, 2010
(Explore) #127
The old boat lift was opened in 1899. It was an important structure on the Dortmund-Ems-Kanal without which it would not have been possible to navigate to Dortmund Port. The lift was the biggest and most spectacular structure on the old Dortmund-Ems-Kanal. It was inaugurated by Kaiser Wilhelm II on 11 August 1899.
The lift was able to accommodate the then usual Boat on the Dortmund-Ems-Kanal, 67 Meters long, 8.2 Meters wide, with a draft of 2 Meters and lift it through a height of 14 Meters to the level of the Dortmund Port. A complete descent and lift cycle took about 25 Minutes. This was much faster than possible using normal locks. This method of raising boats also conserved water at the upper elevation which relied entirely on water pumped from the lower elevation for its supply.
This technically very interesting construction managed to lift approximately 1000 tonnes of ship and water filled trough using a relatively small amount of power. The trough was supported by 5 cylindrical floats each immersed in 40 meter deep water-filled wells. The lift from the floats was the same as the load of the water filled trough therefore, only a small electric motor sufficient to overcome friction and viscous resistance was needed to set the trough in motion in either direction. Four steel worm gears, 20 meters long and 280 mm in diameter were used to direct the trough in the appropriate course.
El elevador de barcos de Henrichenburg, en su día único en su género, fue inaugurado en 1899 por el emperador Guillermo II y permitía salvar un desnivel de 14 m sobre el canal Dortmund-Ems (1892-1899), que comunica el Ruhr con el Mar del Norte.
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I'm sorry for my English-speaking friends... Here is a poem writes by my sister on the timelessness of seascapes. Enjoy !
Il reprit accidentellement le chemin de la dune
Piétinant chardons, fleurs et herbes brunes
Laissant le sable, attrapé dans sa main
Glisser le long de ses grands doigts fins
Il sent la chaleur peser sur son corps
Et la douleur que produit cet effort
Il grimpe la pente aride et ensablée
Désirant au plus fort atteindre le sommet
De là, il sait qu’il verra la mer
Enfin il retrouvera un repère
Il attend impatiemment cette rencontre
Lorsque la mer et le ciel en un s’estompent
Ses pas se font lourds sur ce sol mou
Ses pieds s’enfoncent dans le sable doux
Doux mais pourtant traître et piégeur
Car il désespère de ne pas arriver à la bonne heure
Il veut parvenir au sommet pour pouvoir admirer
Le soleil plongeant et coulant dans la mer bleutée
Il veut pouvoir voir comment le vent léger
Balaie et fait danser les hautes herbes des dunes ensablées
Il imagine le bruit sourd des vagues blanches
Les rochers et ses mares sur lesquelles il se penche
Espérant voir de cette jungle et faune maritime
Un poisson ou un crabe délogés de son lieu intime
Il présume que la pointe du rocher aperçue dernièrement
Est à présent dévoilée et se dresse fièrement
Et que la dune recule invariablement et sans volonté
Face au vent violent et à la mer déchaînée
Il se voit s’allonger dans les grains de sable blond
Respirant l’air chaud et pur à pleins poumons
Profitant de ce qui règne ici soit la quiétude
Et que soit balayée sa perpétuelle inquiétude
Il sait qu’il sera étourdi, ébloui et impressionné
Comme à chaque fois que l’aventure est renouvelée
L’histoire d’une rencontre avec une harmonie visible
L’histoire d’une rencontre avec un soi illisible
This Julie's Pond or as more well known, The Heart Shaped Pond, please read the brief explanation
From Wikipedia
Prince's Lodge was named for the estate His Royal Highness Prince Edward, Duke of Kent resided in while in Halifax in the 1700s .In 1794, Prince Edward arrived to serve in Halifax.with his French mistress Julie St. Laurent. The Duke was often entertained at the "Friar's Cell" and liked it so much that Wentworth felt obliged to offer it to him during his stay in Halifax. Prince Edward accepted, and renovated the residence and developed the gardens around the estate by landscaper from England. The result was what is today Hemlock Ravine Park , 185 acres (0.75 km2) with a heart shaped pond known as Julie's Pond, and was constructed by the Duke in honor of his mistress.
The Wentworth's resumed living in the lodge When Prince Edward returned to England. Now called the Prince's Lodge, it was here that Sir John established the Rockingham Club. But after Sir John died, the estate was neglected. By 1870, in ruins, it was sold at auction and divided into building lots. All that remains of the original estate is the Rotunda,which the Nova Scotia Government acquired in 1959. It is a small, round music room that stands on a knoll overlooking the Bedford Basin.
54/365 - Carolina Drama - The Raconteurs
Today was another really tough day of hard work.
It started badly with the viewing of our work on the "Tea or Coffee" weekly theme with our studio teacher, and the work we did was not what he was thinking about.
We were too late at noon to grab the equipment we needed for the work of the afternoon so we had to eat something as quickly as possible and get back to the studio to finally take away a Mamiya RB67, a studio flash and a 120 Superia 400 ISO film.
We had less then 3 hours to go to town and shoot the film in order to make portraits on location of people working.
I was with Loic, Hugo and Florent with only 1 medium format camera for all of us... 4 different places to go to, including time to meet the guys, set up, find the good light, the good settings, to shoot, and to pack all things again... And be on time at school for the economic course, the "finish to kill" last course of the day until 7.15PM...
Luckily we met Simon who's already done his job and he lend to Loic and I his own RB67.
Loic had a appointment at Corezone shop but first we went to Hurley shop to shoot my film.
I've been there several times to take some testing portrait for shool, and the guys over there are really too nice and cool ! A huge thanks to them !
So this was a testing shot we did with the 7D to test the light before shooting with the Mamiya. Can't wait to see the analog results, this was a test for our studio course and my teacher will judge me on this work.
Also Loic did some cool shot with the Corezone shop's crew who are awesome !
Today I've chosen to quote lyrics from a Jack White's band The Raconteurs because it's a huge song and it's also on the original soundtrack of an awesome surf movie with Rob Machado.
I'm a huge fan of The Raconteurs and Jack White's music in fact.
Rob Machado is the guy on the picture behind Loic, it's an awesome surfer sponsored by Hurley that you should watch surfing !
Link to the trailer of the movie "The Drifter" with Carolina Drama - The Raconteurs music on the OST.
Light :
- 1 flash Elinchrom D-Lite4 with Portalite softbox at min power on the left of the sofa, fired with PC synch cable
Canon EOS 7D - Sigma 24-70mm f/2.8 DG macro EX
Sébastien Huruguen
This is a shot of a local horse farm (don't recall which one) from a couple of years back at about this same time of the year. It's a nice example of how good software can bring out the beauty of a shot that otherwise may not have made much impression. I used Lightroom to adjust the saturation, contrast, vibrance, and a few other things, and to push the yellows in the grass a bit more toward green. So it's probably not as realistic as the actual scene was, but the end-result is more pleasing and allows the lines of the fences and the hills to present a more pleasant image. Pretty much postcard Central Kentucky.
As always, comments, suggestions, constructive criticisms, etc., are welcomed and greatly appreciated. Thanks!
The wife and I got out and i got a little shooting in. Started out driving along the front range and before I new it I was driving up hwy 34 to Estes Park. It was mid afternoon so we grab some lunch and headed into Rocky Mountain National Park. The sun was still high but casting some deep shadows and the snow, well it was just brilliant white. I used a minus 2/3EV to get the details of the white and did a bit of fill in shadows in processing then I burned back shadows deeper where I wanted them. I was also using the polarizing filter and dialed in just the amount of light I wanted in the stream. Moraine Park is a gorgeous area to shoot and we also came across some elk laying in the shadows of the trees. That shot will come another day.
By the way it was T-shirt weather today and even in the mountains. Maybe now we will have a spring.
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Je me suis fait une petite série "gouttes d'eau" pour le délire. J'étais sur qu'il fallait un flash à "haute vitesse" pour réaliser ce genre de photo, du coup je n'avait jamais tenté... Merci à Erwan Bazin pour l'info, le flash intégré fait l'affaire ;-)
Camera : Canon EOS 50D
Lens : Canon EF 100mm f/2.8 Macro USM
Exif : 100mm - ISO320 - 1/250s - f/8
Post Process : Photoshop / Lightroom (single Raw, no hdr)
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View Llao Rock from Wizard Island Map/EXIF
Nikon D7100 + 24-70 mm f/2.8 @ 55 mm - 1/100 sec at f/8.0, ISO 100
Manual mode @ 0 EV E.C - Pattern metering - no flash
Subject Distance: unknown
This great mass of dacite (a sluggish lava) was produced from a vent on the upper slopes of Mazama and hardened after moving only a mile or two. The dacite filled in a former explosion crater. This rock rises nearly 2,000 feet above the water- -the highest vertical precipice on the rim- -and was formed by the most massive single flow apparent in the caldera wall, with a maximum thickness of 1,200 feet.
42°56'21" N 122°8'48" W, 6922.6 ft
Wizard Island, Crater Lake
Crater Lake National Park, Oregon, United States
Taken on 09.04.2013, uploaded on 01.14.2014.
©2013 Adam James Steenwyk. Please contact me at ajamess [at] gmail [dot] com if you would like to use this photo. Blog: www.f128.info