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I've brought a corrot to this Nutria..., everybody feeds the ducks and swans.., but nobody this poor little fellow....and he loved it... :-)
Die Biberratte (Myocastor coypus), auch Nutria oder seltener Sumpfbiber, Schweifbiber, Schweifratte, Coypu, Wasserratte genannt, ist eine aus Südamerika stammende und in Mitteleuropa eingebürgerte Nagetierart. Sie wird entweder in einer eigenen Familie, Myocastoridae, oder als Unterfamilie Myocastorinae innerhalb der Stachelratten (Echimyidae) eingeordnet.
Die Biberratte wird gelegentlich mit der aus Nordamerika stammenden Bisamratte verwechselt, die sich gleichfalls in Europa als Neozoon etabliert hat, allerdings kleiner ist und einen seitlich abgeplatteten Schwanz hat.
Die Biberratte erreicht eine Körperlänge von bis zu 65 cm und wiegt erwachsen zwischen acht und zehn Kilogramm. Ihr runder, schuppenbedeckter, kaum behaarter Schwanz hat zudem eine Länge von etwa 30 bis 45 Zentimetern. Die Tiere erreichen damit fast dieselbe Körpergröße wie ein Biber. Männliche Biberratten werden generell etwas größer als die Weibchen. An den Hinterfüßen haben Biberratten jeweils zwischen den ersten vier Zehen Schwimmhäute. Auffällig sind bei erwachsenen Tieren auch die orangefarbenen Nagezähne.
Die Fellfarbe der Biberratte ist rötlichbraun, an der Bauchseite leicht gräulich. Aus Pelztierzuchten entflohene Tiere zeigen daneben eine Reihe farblicher Varianten. Bei ihnen kommen hellgraue, dunkelgraue, schwarze, braune, rötliche, gelbliche oder fast weiße Fellfarben vor.
Die ursprüngliche Heimat der an Flüssen, Seen, Teichen und in Sümpfen lebenden Biberratte ist das subtropische und gemäßigte Südamerika. Dort kommt sie vom südlichen Brasilien bis nach Feuerland vor und stand im 19. Jahrhundert kurz vor der Ausrottung. Grundsätzlich leben die Tiere sehr standorttreu und verteidigen engagiert ihr Revier.
Die Biberratte gilt heute als in weiten Teilen Nordamerikas und Eurasiens eingebürgert.
Der Bestand in Eurasien ist auf ab dem 18. Jahrhundert aus Pelztierfarmen entflohene Tiere wie auch auf bewusste Auswilderungen zurückzuführen. Insbesondere nach dem Zusammenbruch des Pelzmarktes im 20. Jahrhundert entkamen zahlreiche Tiere und konnten sich aufgrund einer nicht mehr stattfindenden Bejagung stark vermehren.
In den USA wurden in den 1930er-Jahren die ersten Tiere nach Louisiana exportiert. Dort wurden sie wegen der Felle in Pelztierfarmen gehalten. Von dort aus haben wieder so genannte Gefangenschaftsflüchtlinge aufgrund des für Nutrias günstigen lokalen Klimas und ihrer hohen Vermehrungsrate sehr schnell eine nach Millionen zählende Population begründet. Auch gezielte Auswilderungen kamen vor.
Vereinzelte Vorkommen gibt es zudem in Kenia (am Naivashasee), Japan (südlich der Stadt Okayama) und West-Australien.
In Deutschland ist die Biberratte an etlichen Gewässern in allen Bundesländern zu finden. Größere und weitgehend beständige Populationen gibt es unter anderem an den Flüssen Niers, Schwalm und Cloer am Niederrhein und an der Spree im Osten Deutschlands, insbesondere im Spreewald. Meistens sind die Tiere, insbesondere in Parkanlagen oder auf Golfplätzen, an den Besuch von Spaziergängern gewöhnt und lassen sich ohne viel Scheu mit Gemüse füttern . Eine wirklich starke Verbreitung findet in Deutschland allerdings nicht statt, weil Mitteleuropa den verwilderten Farmtieren kein günstiges Klima bietet. Manche Populationen brechen daher nach wenigen Jahren wieder zusammen.
The coypu, or nutria (Myocastor coypus), is a large, herbivorous, semiaquatic rodent and the only member of the family Myocastoridae. Originally native to temperate South America, it has since been introduced to North America, Europe, Asia, and Africa, primarily by fur ranchers.[2] Although it is still valued for its fur in some regions, its destructive feeding and burrowing behaviors make this invasive species a pest throughout most of its range.
There are two commonly-used names in the English language for Myocastor coypus. The name nutria (or local derivatives such as "nutria- or nutra- rat") is generally used in North America and Asia; however, in Spanish-speaking countries, the word nutria refers to the otter. To avoid this ambiguity, the name coypu (derived from the Mapudungun word kóypu)[3] is used in Latin America and Europe.[4] In France, the coypu is known as a ragondin. In Dutch it is known as beverrat (beaver rat). In Italy, instead, the popular name is, like in North America and Asia, nutria, but it is also called castorino (little beaver), by which its fur is known.
Nutria and the damage they cause, in particular the damage to the levees before Hurricane Katrina, were featured in a first season episode of the A&E Television series, Steven Seagal: Lawman. Some were shot by police officers and the dead animals were fed to alligators. Seagal, who is a practicing Buddhist, says he is opposed to personally harming another creature without cause and did not actually shoot them. However, he said that he was happy that the food chain was being respected.
The coypu somewhat resembles a very large rat. Adults are typically 5–9 kg (11–20 lb) in weight, and 40–60 cm (16–24 in) in body length, with a 30–45 cm (12–18 in) tail. They have a coarse, darkish brown outer fur with a soft under-fur. Two distinguishing marks are the presence of a white patch on the muzzle, and webbed hind feet. They can also be identified by their bright orange-yellow incisor teeth (unlike rats, which have brownish yellow incisors). The nipples of female coypu are high on her flanks. This allows their young to feed while the female is in the water.
Coypu can also be mistaken for another widely dispersed semi-aquatic rodent that occupies the same wetland habitats, the muskrat. The muskrat, however, is smaller, more tolerant of cold climates, and has a laterally flattened tail that it uses to assist in swimming, whereas the tail of a coypu is round. It can also be mistaken for a small beaver, as beavers and coypus have a very similar body design. They can be differentiated by the tail.
They are herbivorous, feeding on river plants, and live in burrows alongside stretches of water.
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I'm not usually very good at capturing the mood of a place but I like this effort. Can't you just hear the hum of the boilers and unsettling sound of the elevator motors arcing electricity in the background?
This shot is from 3 identical exposures, each ISO 3200, 0.8 sec handheld (!). I aligned and averaged them together in CS4 to reduce noise.
Walt Disney World
Disney's Hollywood Studios
The Twilight Zone Tower of Terror
September 2008
I wonder when I'll be good enough...
*sigh* This is my "creative" photo for Day 8 of my 365.
I told you that stethoscope would be back =]
So, I slept until 1 in the afternoon today. I wanted to stay in bed all day and just.... I don't know, stay there?
My little sister wasn't home, so I had to clean the bathroom, kitchen and living room myself.
I don't mind it. I like to clean when I think or I'm stressed. Which I was both today.
I'm listening to "All The Same" by Sick Puppies. I'm kind addicted to this song. It's a good song to listen to if you're feeling the way I do right now.
"I don't mind where you come from
As long as you come to me.
I don't like illusions I can't see,
them clearly.
I don't care, no I wouldn't dare
To fix the twist in you.
You've shown me eventually,
What you'll do."
"And I'll take you for who you are
If you take me for everything..."
Anywho, my little sister is home now.... She wanted me to kill a bug for her. For being a used-to-be brown belt, she sure is a scardy-cat.
So I told her to do it herself.... She's using the vacuum. Go figure.
My mother and little sister went out to dinner with family friends tonight. It was pretty good...
Oh, and I weighed myself today. 136.8 pounds >.< That's 16.8 pounds heaver than what I want to be.
I'm still working on it.
My sister now has ANOTHER boyfriend.... Well, "boyfriend". She's confusing. But I love her. We tell each other everything.
Most things. Like 99%.
I'll never know some things about her, and vice verse.
She keeps talking about him. She knows I hate it when she does that. Kinda, showing off and bragging to me. She doesn't mean it though. I tell her. She knows how lonely I feel. How much I want "that someone".
So, it's 11.32 at night. Wow, the last time I looked at the clock, it was only 11.01.
I'll save my wish for another night.
a rare, quiet and calm moment captured of caesar just a few moments ago..usually during the day he's so full of energy and just wants to play fetch with his soccer ball and while i got a bunch of shots of him trying to catch a ball in the backyard, those looked boring and plain to me. they show off his physical abilities but i wanted to show his softer, more gentle side.
it took a few minutes to get him to lay like this..the treat i had in my one hand initially made him even more excited but i waited it out and it paid off...if there's one thing this dog teaches me, it's patience. i do love him for that as well as the incredible companionship he provides us all.
technically, someone had asked me about my indoor shots and while i'm not really great at using my (external) flash..i have figured out that bouncing it over and behind my head works best..i shoot with the camera on manual as well as the flash, that way i can take a few test shots then adjust +/- a few stops if need be.
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This photo was taken a while back at the 'hidden beach' between Santa Cruz and Daven port. It was a rainy day and the sunset never really happened as I hoped it would. As you look at the rocks in the foreground, you can just imagine how I set up my tripod! :)
The terrain in this beach changes dramatically! I have never seen anything like it. Every time I visit it, it looks different than the time before. Which is why I really like it.
I haven't uploaded photos for a while. I wasn't really sure about the colors of my monitor and thought best to hold on until I figure it out, so I did my research and bought a monitor calibration tool. I installed it last night and sure enough I found many of my sunset shots had weird color hues. This one though didn't have much color to begin with, and to set the mood right as I felt that day I decided to go for the monochrome. Not much of an expert in black & while tonality, but I hope you like it.
//Update: This photo made it to explore today. Thanks everyone for your comments and favs :)
View Large and on Black. Looks more like a painting, less like a photo. It's supposed to look like a painting, and "over processed".
Watch out, because she's gunna get you. Ok folks, here you go: The first of two insane edits, edited with Corel Painter 9.5. I was going for the "painting" effect. I'm very proud. I think It turned out amazing. If anyone wants to see the originals let me know. Also, my bone structure an everything like that: Not edited. I really do have those type of cheeks, and those lips, and that shaped nose, and those shaped eyes. I just don't have the light green irises, the platinum hair, or the flawless skin. Unfortunately...
Also, this is my alter ego. I really feel if I cracked my personal shell, I would be this daring, dangerous little kitten. Too bad, because that's just my Ideal. I'm far too happy-go-lucky/ real person to pull this off. Oh, only in my dreams. At least I can look it for now. That's the best part about photography: You can just be YOU.
After some comments: I would really like to know how people can rave about photos that are so over processed, like HDR photos, and other 'shopped photos, but when it comes to a photo turned painting (mind you a majority digital artists works this way) or EVERY edit of some woman, gets so much crap. How is adding a dosage of fantasy so horrible in comparison to the extreme edits of fashion photograph? I guess I'm beginning to rant, but I honestly do appreciate the opinions. I just wish people would approach this from a digital artist's P.O.V. rather than a photographers. And by digital artist I don't mean someone who does post processing, and editing, I'm talking about someone who creates art from a photo. What ever though.
PS: When rating photos, don't put something like ':) I like!' with a rating of 4/10. Just an example. It not only pisses me off, but it pisses off EVERYONE who gets ratings like that.
La, la, la. Sorry for the rant, I'm in a pissy mood...
Anyways I was going for something a little elf/ fairy/ nymph ish.
Here is the original. It was dusk out, so I just used the built in flash.
Architect: József Vágó www.art-nouveau.hu/art.php?menuid=2&id=107
Cooperating artists were the greatest Hungarian painters and sculptors of the period:
József Rippl-Rónai
www.hung-art.hu/frames-e.html?/english/r/rippl-ro/index.html
commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?title=Special%3ASearch&...
Béla Iványi-Grünwald
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/B%C3%A9la_Iv%C3%A1nyi-Gr%C3%BCnwald
hu.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iv%C3%A1nyi-Gr%C3%BCnwald_B%C3%A9la
Vilmos Fémes Beck
commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/F%C3%A9mes_Beck_Vilmos
hu.wikipedia.org/wiki/F%C3%A9mes_Beck_Vilmos
Zsolnay:
About the building, architect and owner:
www.sziabudapest.com/text/2011april_en.php
www.sziabudapest.com/text/vago_jozsef_en.php
Magyarul:
hg.hu/cikk/epiteszet/12623-a-szecesszio-elfelejtett-meste...
artportal.hu/kislexikon/vago_jozsef
Magyarul:
vam.gov.hu/muzeum/pages/schiffer_villa.html
There was a fountain in front of the window, work of Vilmos Fémes Beck, it was destroyed during WW2.
Stained glass windows by Károly Kernstok (Budapest, 1873 - 1940)
www.google.hu/search?q=kernstok+k%C3%A1roly&hl=hu&...
One of Hungary's most influential early twentieth century artists, Karoly Kernstok first studied painting techniques at the Budapest School of Design. He then went to Munich in 1892 to study under Simon Hollosy. Karoly Kernstok concluded his formal education at the Academie Julian, Paris, from 1893 to 1895 and at Benczur's School, Budapest, from 1896 to 1899. Kernstok's first major exhibitions took place in Budapest in 1897. Three years later one of his paintings was awarded a bronze medal at the Universal Exposition in the United States.
Karoly Kernstok's initial works were figure studies and genre depictions, largely in the vein of Hungarian turn-of-the-century early social realist painting. By 1906, however, his art began exploring stylized elements and postimpressionist techniques, and thus he became a leading exponent of modernism. In 1910, Karoly Kernstok was a founding member of the Nyolcak (Group of Eight) painters. Briefly this important movement advocated expressionism and an emphasis upon the body within space. It drew upon such divergent forms as Art Nouveau, Fauvism and native Hungarian art forms. The Nyolcak was also somewhat political and, through the art of its participants, attempted to move Habsburg Hungary toward a democratic republic. Karoly Kernstok's 1910 painting, Riders on the Shore, became a major catalyst for the art of Nyolcak (Group of Eight). During this period, Karoly Kernstok designed and painted major frescoes and glass windows for the Schiffer-villa (1911) and the County Hall, Debrecen.
Karoly Kernstok moved to Berlin in 1919. He both lived and exhibited in that city until his 1926 return to Hungary. For the following fourteen years the artist continued to paint and etch major works of art, often exploring and incorporating elements of ancient Etruscan art. As well, Karoly Kernstok established an art school in the Nyergesújfalu region of Hungary.
Today the art of Karoly Kernstok is found in most major Hungarian collections, including the Hungarian National Gallery, Budapest
Kernstok Károlyról (Ady csodálatos versével):
Once upon a time, a beautiful, independent, self-assured princess happened upon a frog in a pond. The frog said to the princess, " I once was a handsome prince until an evil witch put a spell on me. One kiss from you and I will turn back into a prince and then we can marry, move into the castle with my mom and you can prepare my meals, clean my clothes, bear my children and forever feel happy doing so." That night, while the princess dined on frog legs,she kept laughing and saying, "I don't THINK so."
from: best-funny-jokes.com
Have a green, slimy, fun-filled weekend !!!
Firefighters' demonstration in Paris.
Riot police is blocking the way to the "périphérique" (ring road around Paris) near Porte de Vincennes, to prevent the demonstrators reaching it. The reddish / pink color comes from the flares thrown by the demonstrators, and you can see the water canon in action.
Straight out of the camera (no crop, no adjustment).
Part of "Au feu, les pompiers !" (please watch in the order of the set, to better understand the chronology of events)
This is my version of Shades Corvid's Hanger. I tweaked it a bit and had fun with the color choices.
Mobile Frame Zero: Rapid Attack Stats: 2Rh+d8 (flamers) 2B (shields) 1Gd8 (no ranged weapons) 2W. (Attachments are color coded.)
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Katharina Fritsch roots her work in the personal, often drawing from childhood memories of familiar circumstances or chance encounters. Her references engage broad aspects of folklore and culture through meticulous reproductions of everyday objects, which she formally manipulates with shifts in scale and color. Made strange by repetition and siting, her sculptural installations are both seductive and disturbing. In the Proustian sense of activating memory, Fritsch’s works create an unnerving familiarity that is subsequently destabilized by the realization that we are seeing a form, a character, or an object for the very first time.
While Fritsch’s painstakingly handcrafted objects are easily mistaken for manufactured items, the artist employs a complicated and time-consuming fabrication process that begins with sketches and scale models. Molded by hand, worked and reworked, each object is subjected to multiple processes of casting or layering. The completed yet still idiosyncratic forms are then painted in bold, highly saturated colors with matte, nonreflective surfaces, creating a sense of otherworldliness. In Fritsch’s words, “Often my sculptures have a matte surface so that there is no reflection whatsoever from the surroundings. That increases the impression of a vision that one cannot grasp.”
From Wikipedia
The Huntington Beach Pier is a municipal pier located in Huntington Beach, California. At 1,850 feet (560 m) in length, it is one of the longest public piers on the West Coast. (The longest is Oceanside Pier at 1,942 feet). It has been damaged or destroyed four times; in 1912, 1939, 1983 and most recently on January 17, 1988 destroying the End Cafe for the second time in the decade.
The most recent reincarnation of the pier is designed of reinforced concrete to withstand 31-foot (9.4 m) waves or a 7.0 magnitude earthquake and uses an increased space between piles to accommodate surfers - as requested by the City. The pier slopes gently up toward the seaward end in a straight line which alternates with three octagonal platforms and one rotated square (108 feet on a side) that forms a diamond at the pier's seaward end. Not only is the pier structurally sound, it also retains a number of design elements from the original pier including haunches at the pile caps and corbels supporting light standards.
The pier is frequented by sport fishermen as well as surfing spectators. A restaurant is located at the end of the pier.
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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 !!
~ t
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In the calling out to one another
Of the lovers up and down the strand
In the sound of the waves and the cries
Of the seagulls circling the sand
In the fragments of the songs
Carried down the wind from some radio
In the murmuring of the city in the distance
Ominous and low
I hear the sound of the world where we played
And the far too simple beauty
Of the promises we made
If you ever need holding
Call my name, I'll be there
If you ever need holding
And no holding back, I'll see you through
Sky, sky blue and black
Where the touch of the lover ends
And the soul of the friend begins
There's a need to be separate
and a need to be one
And a struggle neither wins
Where you gave me the world I was in
And a place I could make a stand
I could never see how you doubted me
When I'd let go of your hand
Yeah, and I was much younger then
And I must have thought that I would know
If things were going to end
And the heavens were rolling
Like a wheel on a track
And our sky was unfolding
And it'll never fold back
Sky blue and black
And I'd have fought the world for you
If I thought that you wanted me to
Or put aside what was true or untrue
If I'd known that's what you needed
What you needed me to do
But the moment has passed by me now
To have put away my pride
And just come through for you somehow
If you ever need holding
Call my name, I'll be there
If you ever need holding
And no holding back, I'll see you through
You're the color of the sky
Reflected in each store-front window pane
You're the whispering and the sighing
Of my tires in the rain
You're the hidden cost and
the thing that's lost
In everything I do
Yeah and I'll never stop looking for you
In the sunlight and the shadows
And the faces on the avenue
That's the way love is
That's the way love is
That's the way love is
Sky blue and black
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Noche sin luna, ausencia de nubes y mi amiga Carmen y un servidor después de una copita en casa nos lanzamos al ataque fotográfico.
Encuadro, calculo exposición, decido la iluminación y venga, una toma de 40 minutos bien. Hasta aquí todo bien, no?
Pues a los 20 minutos mi querida amiga se cansa y decide cambiar el encuadre a lo que yo le aviso por activo y por pasivo: "Carmen, cuidado con el trípode que le vas a dar al mío". Pues ale, dos golpes!!!!!!!!
No pasa nada. Corto y empiezo otra vez.
Nos alejamos unos 20 metros de mi cámara para hacer fotos con la suya y cuando llevamos más de media hora de exposición.... ZAS! Guardia Civil con más luces que una feria.
El Sr. Agente muy amable pregunta que qué hacemos y yo apunto de matarlo le digo muy amablemente también que disfrutamos de la noche haciendo fotografías y que me ha estropeado la que estaba haciendo.... jeje
El pobre me pidió disculpas. En fin, mejor estas visitas que no otras de indeseados.
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Lo que entiendo por abstracto es algo que surge espontáneamente desde una gama de contrastes, estéticos a la vez que físicos, y que impregnan tanto la imagen como el ojo del espectador con ideas de elementos nuevos y desconocidos. Marc Chagall.
Cita extraída de El lenguaje del arte de José B. Ruiz
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My first upload from our trip to Scotland. This is my favorite out of all the photos I took, though it may not be the best. There is so much about it that just sums up our trip. I took this image on the way from Perth to Inverness. It had been a beautiful day in Perth with blue sky and big white puffy clouds, but as we drove into Inverness the clouds began to get lower (or we were getting higher!) and everything was shrouded in mist. It was wonderful to be able to capture this small country church as we drove by.
First flower to our new rose plant.. and meghana's insistence that i take its photos before she cuts it for Ganapati :).. so here is the result!!
Water Drops.. not dew drops.. its come from water spray!
2011 a year to do less HDR :-)
We usually try a sunset Christmas Day but the forecast was poor so then my friend Mike / Opobs suggested Sunrise Boxing day :-) It was minus 10 degrees brrrrrrrrr nearly missed the sunrise but thats anoither story :-) No tme to set up and check out the location due to the last minute dash ive never been here before and the tide was on its way in so had to be carefully , also the rocks were covered in snow and rock pools frozen Brrrrrrrrrrrrrr
The Porsche 977 Turbo Cabriolet is capable of reaching similar top speeds, and acceleration, of the standard Porsche 997 Turbo Coupe. This is considered an astonishing feat because usually the convertible version of cars are much slower than the hardtop variant, due to its slightly less stable aerodynamics associated with its soft roof, and its extra weight caused by the structural reinforcements made necessary by the absence of B and C pillars.
Specifications:
Max speed: 192.2 miles/h (310 km/h)
0-100 km/h: 3.7 seconds
0-160 km/h: 8 seconds
0-200 km/h: 12.2 seconds
Power: 353 kw (473 bhp / 480 ps)
Torque: 620 Nm (459 lb-ft)
Displacement: 3.6 liters
Engine type: Boxer 6, Twin Turbo, 24v
Engine location: Rear
Gearbox: 6
Drive: All wheel drive
Mass: 1655 kilograms (3641 lbs)
Hilo de la Fotohistoria en Pullip .es: AFTER THE CONCERT (3 of 9): L and Near. Part 2 /
DESPUÉS DEL CONCIERTO (3 de 9): L y Near. Parte 2
(Read in order, this is: SHOT/FOTO 35 of 184) PAG: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 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, 116, 117, 118, 119, 120, 121, 122, 123, 124, 125, 126, 127, 128, 129, 130, 131, 132, 133, 134, 135, 136, 137, 138, 139, 140, 141, 142, 143, 144, 145, 146, 147, 148, 149, 150, 151, 152, 153, 154, 155, 156, 157, 158, 159, 160, 161, 162, 163, 164, 165, 166, 167, 168, 169, 170, 171, 172, 173, 174, 175, 176, 177, 178, 179, 180, 181, 182, 183, 184.
FOTOSTORY: In English / En Español
L: Alright, you asked for it...
Near: … (Finally! ò_ó)
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L: Muy bien, tú lo has querido...
Near: … (Por fin! ò_ó)
LINKS:
- Las FOTOHISTORIAS de Sheryl en el Foro de Pullips: Pullip .es
The European Peacock (Nymphalis io), more commonly known simply as the Peacock butterfly, is a well-known colourful butterfly, found in temperate Europe and Asia. It is the only member of the subgenus Inachis, which is included in Nymphalis genus. The name is derived from Greek mythology, meaning Io, [the daughter] of Inachus.
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home-roasted harar horse lot 14659 ethiopian coffee from sweet marias. this is the third ethiopian coffee i've roasted, looking for something resembling Peet's ethiopian super natural. the absolute best we've had so far is Organic Yirgacheffe beans from Burman Coffee. The green coffee beans cost ~1/3 to 1/2 the price of roasted coffee, and they taste much better than store-bought roasted beans during the first week or two (nothing has lasted two weeks yet).
tahoe soap features this photo in their tutorial on soap ingredients.
copyright © 2007 sean dreilinger
view home-roasted coffee beans - ethiopian harar horse lot 14659 - _MG_4097 on a black background.
Lanuza, Huesca (Spain).
I was driving on the road that borders the marsh, and I could not resist.
Iba yo conduciendo por la carretera que bordea el pantano, y no pude resistirme.
ENGLISH
Lanuza is a small village located in the Pyrenean of Huesca, Aragón, Spain. It is in the left border of the marsh to which it gives name, in that dam up waters of the Gállego river. Lanuza belongs to the municipal term of Sallent de Gállego, in the region of High Gállego.
The name of Lanuza seems to derive from the latinized celtic term moor or wool, that means “slope”, occurring the circumstance that the surrounding place to the town (today submerged) was in its day occupied by extensive prairies and grass. Its existence appears documented from 13th century and in 1488 already it counted on 20 homes. Along with Sallent, it formed one of the three historical "quiñones" in which the Valley of Tena was divided administratively.
Prosperously and eminently cattle dealer in her origins, the construction of the dam in 1976 caused the gradual and forced unhabitation of the locality until being vacated completely in 1978. Victim of plunder and the abandonment, in the decade of the 90 old inhabitants was able to recover the not submerged properties and initiate a revitalization process still active.
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CASTELLANO
Lanuza es una pequeña localidad situada en el Pirineo oscense, Aragón, España. Se encuentra en la orilla izquierda del pantano al que da nombre, en el que se embalsan las aguas del río Gállego. Lanuza pertenece al término municipal de Sallent de Gállego, en la comarca del Alto Gállego.
El nombre de Lanuza parece derivar del término celta latinizado landa o lana, que significa "ladera", dándose la circunstancia de que el paraje circundante al pueblo (hoy sumergido) estuvo en su día ocupado por extensas praderas y pastos. Su existencia aparece documentada desde el siglo XIII y en 1488 ya contaba con 20 hogares. Junto con Sallent, formaba uno de los tres históricos quiñones en los que se dividía administrativamente el Valle de Tena.
Próspera y eminentemente ganadera en sus orígenes, la construcción del embalse en 1976 provocó el paulatino y forzado despoblamiento de la localidad hasta quedar completamente deshabitada en 1978. Víctima del expolio y el abandono, en la década de los 90 los antiguos moradores consiguieron recuperar las propiedades no sumergidas e iniciaron un proceso de revitalización que sigue activo.
Más info: es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lanuza
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I was hoping the whole time i was in hawaii i would catch an awesome sunset, and then this happened while i was on a remote beach by the north shore of Oahu. This is what it looked like when i turned around from taking the photo i uploaded just before this one. Everywhere you looked was amazing.
Other than the hdr merging, tone mapping, and some photoshop curves and levels, i didn't alter or enhance any of the colors.
[...]Su presencia cambió mi vida. La casa de pasillos obscuros y muebles empolvados se llenó de aire, de sol, de rumores y reflejos verdes y azules, pueblo numeroso y feliz de reverberaciones y ecos.
¡Cuántas olas es una ola y cómo puede hacer playa o roca o rompeolas un muro, un pecho, una frente que corona de espumas! Hasta los rincones abandonados, los abyectos rincones del polvo y los detritus fueron tocados por sus manos ligeras. Todo se puso a sonreír y por todas partes brillaban dientes blancos. El sol entraba con gusto en las viejas habitaciones y se quedaba en casa por horas, cuando ya hacía tiempo que había abandonado las otras casas, el barrio, la ciudad, el país. Y varias noches, ya tarde, las escandalizadas estrellas lo vieron salir de mi casa, a escondidas. El amor era un juego, una creación perpetua. Todo era playa, arena, lecho de sábanas siempre frescas. Si la abrazaba, ella se erguía, increiblemente esbelta, como el tallo líquido de un chopo; y de pronto esa delgadez florecía en un chorro de plumas blancas, en un penacho de risas que caían sobre mi cabeza y mi espalda y me cubrían de blancuras. O se extendía frente a mi, infinita como el horizonte, hasta que yo también me hacía horizonte y silencio. Plena y sinuosa, me elvolvía como una música o unos labios inmensos. Su presencia era un ir y venir de caricias, de rumores, de besos. Entraba en sus aguas, me ahogaba a medias y en un cerrar de ojos me encontraba arriba, en lo alto del vértigo, misteriosamente suspendido, para caer después como una piedra , y sentirme suavemente depositado en lo seco, como una pluma. Nada es comparable a dormir mecido en las aguas, si no es despertar golpeado por mil alegres látigos ligeros, por arremetidas que se retiran riendo.
Pero jamás llegué al centro de su ser. Nunca toqué el nudo del ay y de la muerte. Quiza en las olas no existe ese sitio secreto que hace vulnerable y mortal a la mujer, ese pequeño botón eléctrico donde todo se enlaza, se crispa y se yergue, para luego desfallecer . Su sensibilidad, como las mujeres, se propagaba en ondas, sólo que no eran ondas concéntricas, sino excéntricas, que se extendían cada vez más lejos, hasta tocar otros astros. Amarla era prolongarse en contactos remotos, vibrar con estrellas lejanas que no sospechamos. Pero su centro... no, no tenia centro, sino un vacío parecido al de los torbellinos, que me chupaba y me asfixiaba.
Tendido el uno al lado de otro , cambiábamos confidencias, cuchicheos, risas. Hecha un ovillo, caía sobre mi pecho y allí se desplegaba como una vegetación de rumores. Cantaba a mi oido, caracola. Se hacia humilde y transparente, echada a mis pies como un animalito, agua mansa. Era tan límpida que podía leer todos sus pensamientos. Ciertas noches su piel se cubría de fosforecencias y abrazarla era abrazar un pedazo de noche tatuada de fuego. Pero se hacia tambien negra y amarga. A horas inesperadas mugía, suspiraba, se retorcía. Sus gemidos despertaban a los vecinos. Al oírla el viento del mar se ponía a rascar la puerta de la casa o deliraba en voz alta por las azoteas. Los días nublados la irritaban; rompía muebles, decía malas palabras, me cubría de insultos y de una espuma gris y verdosa. Escupía, lloraba, juraba, profetizaba. Sujeta a la luna,a las estrellas, al influjo de la luz de otros mundos, cambiaba de humor y de semblante de una manera que a mi me parecia fantástica, pero que era fatal como la marea.
Empezó a quejarse de soledad. Llené la casa de caracolas y conchas, pequeños barcos veleros, que en sus días de furia hacía naufragar (junto con los otros, cargados de imágenes, que todas las noches salían de mi frente y se hundían en sus feroces o graciosos torbellinos). ¡Cuántos pequeños tesoros se perdieron en ese tiempo! Pero no le bastaban mis barcos ni el canto silencioso de las caracolas. Tuve que instalar en la casa una colonia de peces. Confieso que no sin celos los veía nadar en mi amiga, acariciar sus pechos, dormir entre sus piernas, adornar su cabellera con leves relámpagos de colores.
Entre todos aquellos peces había unos particularmente repulsivos y feroces, unos pequeños tigres de acuario, de grandes ojos fijos y bocas hendidas y carniceras. No sé por que aberración mi amiga se complacía en jugar con ellos, mostrándoles sin rubor una preferencia cuyo significado prefiero ignorar. Pasaba largas horas encerrada con aquellas horribles criaturas. Un día no pude más; eché la puerta abajo y me arrojé sobre ellos. Ágiles y fantasmales, se me escapaban entre las manos mientras ella reía y me golpeaba hasta derribarme. Sentí que me ahogaba. Y cuando estaba a punto de morir, morado ya, me depositó suavemente en la orilla y empezó a besarme diciendo no sé qué cosas. Me sentí muy débil, molido y humillado. Y al mismo tiempo la voluptuosidad me hizo cerrar los ojos. Porque su voz era dulce y me hablaba de la muerte deliciosa de los ahogados. Cuando volví en mí, empezé a temerla y odiarla[...]
O. Paz
Mi vida con la ola
Entre otras cosas porque o te llenas de cardos, o te llenas de barro o te hace la visita típica la Guardia Civil....
Nuevas galerías en www.mariorubio.com y www.fotografonocturno.com
Canal TV en YOUTUBE NightPhotography
Nuevos dominios en www.lightpainting.es y en www.cursosdefotografianocturna.com
Hay ocasiones en que el sujeto en el visor de la cámara es tan fascinante que olvido apretar el disparador. Ken Padley.
Cita extraída de El lenguaje del arte de José B. Ruiz
Exif:
Camera Nikon D700
Exposure 300.7
Aperture f/8.0
Focal Length 19 mm
ISO Speed 200
WB 3300
Blue gelled flash and warm light torch
Exposición LA VIDA OCULTA DEL AGUA; en el Centro del Agua de Daimiel del 21 de diciembre al 20 de febrero.
Hoy con nuestro agradecimiento a Bárbara Barrera por su precioso artículo sobre diatomeas en la revista Vidriooh!
Artículo LA BIODIVERSIDAD OCULTA
Cuando el verde Pediastrum boryanum es iluminado con una intensa luz azul, devuelve en rojo la energía recibida transformándose en flor de pascua del agua. Algunos compuestos químicos como las clorofilas, fundamentales para la vida de los organismos fotosintéticos, presentan esta propiedad singular y devuelven en fluorescencia de baja intensidad la energía recibida con otra longitud de onda de más energía . Éste es el fundamento elemental de la microscopía de fluorescencia que ha permitido obtener esta imagen.
Los cloroplastos de Pediastrum boryanum ocupan el interior de las células que construyen el edificio estrellado de estas algas coloniales que flotan en equilibrio y bajo la superficie del agua en las lagunas y en los ríos de poca corriente en los que estas algas pueden llegar a ser abundantes.
La luz azul despoja de sus vestiduras a Pediastrum y nos deja ver su alma completa de estrella y flor a la vez, flor de mosaico construido por las fuerzas de la naturaleza para lograr ese equilibrio necesario en todos estos seres que necesitan recibir la luz del sol equitativamente repartida.
La fotografía, realizada a 400 aumentos con un microscopio de epifluorescencia, procede de una muestra recogida en una pequeña laguna situada en las inmediaciones de Ajamil en La Rioja y como una flor de pascua se abre aquí con los mejores deseos para estos días en estos próximos días y en los que vengan después.
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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.
Umaid Bhavan Palace ( View it, Large On Black) was built with superficial intentions of providing employment to famine stricken farmers. The Palace now is a five star deluxe palace hotel. The museum of the palace is highly recommended for its display of weapons, an array of stuffed leopards, a huge banner presented by Queen Victoria and an incredible collection of clocks.
Maharaja Umaid Singhji who built this palace was fascinated with western lifestyles so he marshalled the services of a well-known Edwardian architect, Henry Vaughan Lanchester, a creditable equal of Edward Lutyens (architect of New Delhi) to construct a three hundred and forty seven roomed Umaid Palace.
This was to become India last of the great palaces and the biggest private residence in the world.
Image-Processing : HDR from 5 Exp. Color enhancement via digital blending of selectively masked regions. Curves and adjustments in PS. Perspective correction applied!
Exploring Further : You can take a look at my new set Jodhpur 2008 which contains latest images from my travels. I shall be updating this set!
More interesting photos: High Dynamic Range images — Night Shots — People — Paris — I Love You
© 2008 Ayush Bhandari
Hilo de la Fotohistoria en Pullip .es: SHIN'S BASS SOLO (1 of 1) /
EL SOLO DE SHIN (1 de 1)
(Read in order, this is: SHOT/FOTO 05 of 48) PAG: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48.
FOTOHISTORY: In English / En Español
Shin: I can follow you with anything (Sit tight...)
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Shin: Yo te sigo lo que quieras. (Te vas a enterar...)
LINKS:
- FOTOHISTORIAS en casa de Sheryl en el Foro de Pullips: Pullip .es
- Hilo de las Fotohistorias de Shin y Yashiro en el Foro de Pullips: Pullip .es
- Hilo de la Relación entre Shin y Yashiro en la sección de Penpals de Pullip .es
- Ayrin and Sheryl PHOTOSTORIES at Flickr
Taken on a mini meet with some of the great folks that make up the a little corner of Flickr "The Cleveland Camera Club" One of our local land marks the Transporter Bridge at Middlesborough recently celebrated its birthday, and the local council lit the structure up with a moving light show, a static image like this fails to show the moving light etc.
Once again please view large on black
Back in November 2012 I finally saw Madama Butterfly, my all time favourite opera, live. There were evidently a few in the audience who had never seen it or even know of the story - during the applause for the performers, the singer who had the role of B.F. Pinkerton was heckled. In jest, ofcourse.
Then I got to thinking why it is that I like this opera so much. Why do I gravitate towards heart shattering "love" stories where the heroine almost invariably dies (mortally or spiritually) for a man who, on reflection, can more or less be described as the embodiment of fluff... read: Swan Lake (my favourite ballet), The Little Mermaid (the original Hans Christian Andersen story that i first read as a child, not the Disney-ised crap).... Is it because in mortal or spiritual death I can believe that the purity of these heroines' love is preserved?
B.F. Pinkerton offered Cio Cio San nothing but a fog of unreal romance - petals, bubbles, rainbows, glitter... promises of forever, undying love, integrity, songs, poetry... beautiful but fleeting and ultimately insincere.
Why do lesser men, with sweet tongues but with false hearts, attract such extreme devotion and sacrifice? Lately I've been wishing that Cio Cio San had a chance to exact vengeance on Pinkerton...
You took my heart and you held it in your mouth
And, with a word all my love came rushing out
And, every whisper, it's the worst, emptied out by a single word
There is a hollow in me now
So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm trying to hope with nothing to hold
I'm living on such sweet nothing
And it's hard to learn
And it's hard to love
When you're giving me such sweet nothing
Sweet nothing, sweet nothing
You're giving me such sweet nothing
It isn't easy for me to let it go
Cause
I've swallowed every single word
And
Every whisper, every sigh
Eats away at this heart of mine
And there is a hollow in me now
So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm trying to hope with nothing to hold
I'm living on such sweet nothing
And it's hard to learn
And it's hard to love
When you're giving me such sweet nothing
Sweet nothing, sweet nothing
You're giving me such sweet nothing
And it's not enough
To tell me that you care
When, we both know the words are empty air
You give me nothing
The Alabama Theatre was constructed between April and December, 1927 on 3rd Avenue North in Birmingham, Alabama for Paramount's Publix Theater division. The first feature, shown the day after the Christmas 1927 grand opening, was "The Spotlight" starring Esther Rawlson and Neil Hamilton.
This view from 18th Street at the alley between 2nd and 3rd avenues, shows the steel frame being erected in late spring or summer. It was made by commercial photographer A. C. Keily, whose studio was located at 404 1-2 N. 20th St. a few blocks away.
Signs visible in the lower left of this view include the marquee of the Lyric Theatre, a construction sign reading "Steel Erection by Jas. H. Elkins Const. Co, Birmingham, Ala." Another construction sign for "H. W. Peerson Drilling Co. ("Wells drilled. Any size, Any Depth, Any Where"), and a sign on the 2-story building for the Baltimore Medical Institute, above a storefront for "... Silverfield & Son".
This print is mounted on linen with Keily's label affixed to the leading edge.
Currently this is one of my favorite shot, for the (her) beauty, for the use of light, for the treatment and post-production.
It reminds me a lot of the album "Adore" by The Smashing Pumpkins (...yeah, i'm a bit obsessed by this band...).
angel. you know it's not the end
we'll always be good friends
but the letters have been sent on
so please. you always were so free
you'll see, i promise we'll be perfect
perfect
perfect
strangers when we meet
strangers on the street
lovers while we sleep
perfect
you know this has to be
we always were so free
we promised that we'd be
(Perfect - The Smashing Pumpkins)
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Hilo de la Fotohistoria en Pullip .es: DATING AT CINEMA (5 of 5): The cliff lookout /
CITA EN EL CINE (5 de 5): El Mirador
(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, 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, 116, 117, 118, 119, 120, 121, 122, 123, 124, 125, 126, 127, 128, 129, 130, 131, 132, 133, 134, 135, 136, 137, 138, 139, 140, 141, 142, 143, 144, 145, 146, 147, 148, 149, 150, 151, 152, 153, 154, 155, 156, 157, 158, 159, 160, 161, 162, 163, 164, 165, 166, 167, 168, 169, 170, 171, 172, 173, 174, 175, 176, 177, 178, 179, 180, 181, 182, 183, 184, 185, 186, 187, 188, 189, 190, 191, 192, 193, 194, 195, 196, 197, 198, 199, 200, 201, 202, 203, 204, 205, 206, 207, 208, 209, 210, 211, 212, 213, 214, 215, 216, 217, 218, 219, 220, 221, 222, 223, 224, 225, 226, 227, 228, 229, 230, 231, 232, 233, 234, 235, 236, 237, 238, 239, 240, 241, 242, 243, 244, 245, 246, 247, 248, 249, 250, 251, 252, 253, 254, 255, 256, 257, 258, 259, 260, 261, 262, 263, 264, 265, 266, 267, 268, 269, 270, 271, 272, 273, 274, 275, 276, 277, 278, 279, 280, 281, 282, 283, 284, 285, 286.
PHOTOSTORY: In English / En Español
Dom: Hahaha, is that okay? Are you happy now? (well, it worth to spend an embarrassing moment if she gets happy)
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Dom: Jajaja, ya? Ya estás contenta? (bueno, merece la pena pasar vergüenza si es para que ella esté contenta)
COLLABORATION:
- Dom y Akari en el Foro de Pullips: Pullip .es
- Cinema's diorama by Minao. Sweets shop's diorama by Sheryl and Minao Collaboration.
- Little interpretation of Mad_Pullip's Emily as a MUSE fan.
SHERYL LINKS:
- Pullip .es: Las Fotohistorias de Sheryl
- Sheryl's Flickr: Photostories 2011 - Sketches 2011 / Photostories 2012 - Sketches 2012
bighugelabs.com/flickr/onblack.php?id=2742449979&size...
oh this picture is horrible i know.
and it looks so much like my other one i have up here (day twenty seven), i know that as well.
i have been so exhausted this week and i apologize with everything in me.
AH!
ok but enough with the depressing stuff, this incredibly wonderful Flickr user named Lawrence....BOUGHT ME A PRO ACCOUNT.
ha, so really this picture is the exact opposite of what my reaction was to this news.
hmmm i am so thankful.
i had been wanting a pro account for a very long time but was too cheap to pay for it with the amount of money my job pays.
so thank you a million times over you.
i promise i will try harder with my next photographs.
:)
RAMMSTEIN
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FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HISTORY: THE BIG FOUR
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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.
Source: Wikipedia
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.
Source: www.dbg.org/index.php/about
Here is my second photo of today :).
This is my other younger sister who is visiting this week.
I wanted to get a little more creative with my composition, and this is the result. I really like how it turned out :). Lately I have been a big fan of black and white photos as you can see XD.
Enjoy!
Strobist
Bare B800 camera right and behind subject.
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Well, we did it, we went camping. It was so nice when we got there. We got the tent set up had some beers and mom some wine. I went and got us some firewood so we could have a campfire that night. The campfire didn't happen because the rain came in. It was scary, with the lightening and then seconds later the thunder. That storm last a long time and by the time it was over, it was to dark to have a fire and make dinner over it. So we had a sandwich for dinner. The next day the we went fishing in this beautiful little lake but we didn't catch anything but the rocks on the bottom of the lake. After fishing I drove mom around the campground and then around Show Low. When we returned the Ranger told us that the storm the night before was the worst storm they had all summer. We got back to the tent and guess what....you got it, it started to rain. This time it rained for 7 hours straight. It did lighten up enough for me to start a quick campfire to grill our hot dogs but that didn't last long and back to the downpour. In the few days that we were gone, we go to know the inside of our tent very well. I told mom she had to go again because this wasn't what it was suppose to be. So, we will be heading off again one of these weekends.
Thanks to Kim Klassen for the use of your textures.
In viaggio da Macerata diretto a Perugia sono attratto da questo paesino visibile dalla strada. Piccola deviazione, una visita veloce per realizzare questi pochi scatti
Il nome del paese deriva dalla felice posizione geografica ed indica appunto un "Bel Forte" o "Bella Fortezza" che si affaccia sulla vallata del Fiume Chienti.
Il castello costruito nel XII secolo fece parte subito della giurisdizione di Camerino fino al 1255 quando si allea con Tolentino per consegnarsi a quest'ultima città nel 1256. Il passaggio ufficiale a Tolentino avviene sotto Enrico Ventimiglia nel 1260.
Nel 1435 Belforte viene annesso ai domini che già presentava in zona Francesco Sforza.
Successivamente la storia di Belforte del Chienti entra a far parte di quella dello Stato Pontificio prima e del nuovo stato italiano poi.