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explored #100
flares are sooc. the sun was beautiful .
explore has been lovin' me lately. it's weird because i went so long with NO photos at ALL in explore and now, it seems like every other one is in it. i don't understand. haha.
Preparazione di una risaia
Come accade per tutte le specie coltivate sin dall’antichità, è difficile precisare l’esatta zona di provenienza del riso quasi certamente originario dell’Estremo Oriente, dove ancora oggi vivono due tipi di riso selvatico.
Le prime notizie certe sulla coltivazione del riso risalgono al 2800 a.C. Recenti scoperte archeologiche hanno stabilito che anche sulle assolate colline della penisola indocinese questa attività era in atto nello stesso periodo, grazie alla realizzazione dei famosi terrazzati che rappresentano una delle più geniali e pittoresche soluzioni inventate dall’uomo per vincere i dislivelli naturali.
seen after an little evening cruise at Lucerne Saturday evening !
.... Und das geht hin und eilt sich, dass es endet,
und kreist und dreht sich nur und hat kein Ziel.
Ein Rot, ein Grün, ein Grau vorbeigesendet,
ein kleines kaum begonnenes Profil -.
Und manchesmal ein Lächeln, hergewendet,
ein seliges, das blendet und verschwendet
an dieses atemlose blinde Spiel ...
Fragment aus
Rainer Maria Rilke
Das Karussell
Jardin du Luxembourg
And it goes on and hurries to its end,
and circles about itself and has no goal.
A red, a green, a gray is sent along,
an outline small and hardly yet begun—
And sometimes a laughing face will turn again,
a blessing, that dazzles and just as quickly fades,
in this blind, breathless play . . .
(all tr. Cliff Crego)
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If anyone could tell me what the heck is this thing, I would really appreciate it, lol. It's very small and very fragile unlike its thorny look
A strobist attempt to outdoor macro shot. Sunlight from the right and SB25 set up at 1/64 from the left.
La musica, la sinceridad, el amor, el arte, un buen libro y una copa de buen vino... por todas esas cosas y muchas mas... Hallelujah........
"He oído que existe un acorde secreto
que David solía tocar, y que agradaba al Señor.
Pero tú realmente no le das mucha importancia a la música, ¿verdad?
Era algo así como la cuarta, la quinta
cae la menor y sube la mayor.
El rey, confundido, componiendo un aleluya.
Aleluya…
Bueno, tu fé era fuerte,
pero necesitabas una prueba.
La viste bañarse en el tejado.
Su belleja, y el brillo de la luna, te superaron.
Te ató a la silla de su cocina.
Rompió tu trono, y cortó tu pelo.
Y de tus labios arrancó un aleluya.
Aleluya…
Cariño ya he estado aquí antes.
He visto ésta habitación y he caminado sobre éste suelo.
Solía vivir solo antes de conocerte.
He visto tu bandera sobre el arco de mármol,
pero el amor no es una marcha victoriosa.
Es un frío y roto aleluya.
Bueno, hubo un tiempo en que me dejabas saber
que era lo que realmente sucedía allá abajo.
Pero ahora nunca me lo enseñas.
Pero recuerda cuando me uní a tí,
cuando la paloma blanca volaba también,
y cuando cada suspiro que dibujábamos era un aleluya.
Aleluya…
Bueno, quizá haya un dios allá arriba.
Pero todo lo que he aprendido sobre el amor
fue cómo dispararle a alguien que ha desenfundado más rápido.
No es un lamento que oigas por la noche.
No es nadie que haya visto la luz.
Es un frio y roto aleluya."
La versión de Jeff Buckley es la que mas me gusta, una canción que me eleva y excita mi mente.
Podeis leer la letra original y oir la cancion:
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Canoë Forever, Mont-Tremblant National Park, Quebec, Canada
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This is a Rabaska canoë which is a traditional north canoe, it comes in three lengths, 20 ft, 25 ft. or 32 ft. and can accommodate up to 20 paddlers. Original were made out of tree bark.
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Excerpt from www.thetreemuseum.ca/pages/history.php:
The Tree Museum was established in 1997 and is a site set on the pre Cambrian shield amidst the cottage county-side of Muskoka. It is located on Ryde Lake near the town of Gravenhurst, Ontario. The site is undeveloped and includes both waterfront and forest. For the participating artists, this opportunity represents a rare occasion to realize major outdoor artworks in an uncultivated environment.
1998-2019, artists, both National and International, have created unique projects relating to the site of the Tree Museum. These works engage the complex reality of the relationship between man and nature; adoration, reliance, and exploitation. Collectively, the projects explore concepts of identity, memory and territory in respect to nature and natural processes, while underscoring the imbalance that characterizes our current relationship to the environment.
We are also cognisant of our responsibility as conservators of the land where the work is created. Eighty percent of the pathways are temporary and as the work disappears, or is removed, so too is all evidence of its presence. Some of the works are permanent and others are of a transitory nature, with the elements and nature determining their life span. We tread very lightly on the land.
Sometimes life is so hard,
and at that particular time we feel that we are all alone and no one could understand us,
and we will keep it all to our self.
Crying is the most useful weapon,
pillow is the most comforting friend,
if people try to talk, we think they know nothing about about problem,
and therefore we ignore what ever their opinion is,
But then fed up with misery will take us up and wakes us from unpleasant feelings,
We...we could go out and smell the roses,
give them path into our brain, give them power to over take us,
where ever the fragrant goes just let it flows,
When that kind of moment happen, one by one path to walk on will appear in front of us,
and that is the time to make a decision to stay rather to stay miserable or walk forward towards the happiness.
With love,
Larose
Music while you all my dear friends are reading the description above ~!!
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*Elpiani Rassini, everything will be OK..~!HUGS~!!
(her hubby will have surgery on Thursday, there is a lump in his right tummy... will go to their place on Wednesday....)
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Parkour, también conocido como l'art du déplacement (en español: el arte del desplazamiento), es una disciplina que consiste en desplazarse de un punto a otro lo más fluidamente posible, usando principalmente las habilidades del cuerpo humano. Esto significa superar obstáculos que se presenten en tu recorrido, lo cual podría ser cualquier objeto en el ambiente que rodea como vallas, muros, paredes. Esta disciplina puede ser practicada en áreas tanto rurales como urbanas. Los practicantes del parkour son denominados como traceurs (traceuses en el caso de las mujeres).
Esta modalidad deportiva fue fundada por David Belle, quien enfocó al parkour como una práctica de movimientos eficientes para el desarrollo del cuerpo y la mente del traceur para superar obstaculos en una emergencia.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gRtmkNuQ7h8&feature=related
Break this bittersweet spell on me
Lost in the arms of destiny
The Little River is home to some of the largest brown trout in the park and attracts fisherman from all over the country.View On Black
Great Smoky Mountains N.P.
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Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted I bought them for you
Graceless lady, you know who I am,
You know I can't let you slide through my hands
Wild Horses, Couldn't drag me away,
Wild, wild horses, Couldn't drag me away...
I watched you suffer a dull, aching pain
Now you decided to show me the same
No sweeping exits or offstage lines,
Can make me feel bitter or treat you unkind
Wild Horses, Couldn't drag me away,
Wild, wild horses, Couldn't drag me away...
I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie,
I have my freedom but I don't have much time
Faith has been broken tears must be cried,
Let's do some living after we die
Wild Horses, Couldn't drag me away,
Wild, wild horses, We'll ride them someday ♪♫♪♫
Wild Horses, Couldn't drag me away,
Wild, wild horses, We'll ride them someday
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{Wild horses - The Rolling Stone}
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No usar esta imagen en páginas web, blogs u otros soportes sin mi autorización, © Todos los derechos reservados.
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“Y estos derechos... a respetarlos, ¿eh? ¡No vaya a pasar como con los diez mandamientos!” (Mafalda)
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Ermita de san Jorge
Se inspira fielmente en los templos clásicos. Es de estilo neoclasico. Tambíen se la conoce como ""El Partenón"", por estar edificada a la manera de un templo de orden corintio.
Mandada construir en 1890 por los duques de Santo Mauro, que igualmente mandaron construir el Palacio de Hornillos que se encuentra al lado.
Es una iglesia muy interesante dada la escasez de monumentos neoclásicos puros en Cantabria.
Thank´s to Pareeerica for the texture
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View on black -- Explore #4
FR
Une compo assez classique avec un peu de recherche dans le traitement on arrive à en faire quelque chose... enfin je crois...
EN
A quite common compo. With some efforts in the treatment i managed to turn it to something nice... i guess...
This was my view out the front window of a tour bus. The Manhattan Bridge joins Brooklyn with Manhattan. For a proper perspective you can see it here just to the north of the Brooklyn Bridge
Recomiendo verlo en grande. Large View.
Voy a actualizar con una nueva versión este palomar de mi pueblo. Fue la primera y única vez que iba en coche conduciendo y he parado para hacer una foto. Y es que esas nubes es muy extraño encontrarlas así. Eso unido a un palomar precioso creo que hacen una gran foto.
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This is the first time ever I enjoy seeing this building, on the left the skating rink...large
muzak ;-)
I don't repost often old shots, but tonight this is perfect to mean what I feel - shot and quote and music too ... so, please, don't mind - I feel blue - but a good kind of blue! - and curry, yes, more curry than blue! - and I feel lucky :-)
good night you all!, and thank you very much for your friendship and appreciation ...
"Voici mon secret. Il est très simple: on ne voit bien qu'avec le cœur. L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux."
"Here is my secret. It is very simple. It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; What is essential is invisible to the eye."
"Questo è il mio segreto. È veramente semplice. Si vede bene solo con il cuore. L'essenziale è invisibile agli occhi."
(Le Petit Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry)
Another in the Frostbite Series, but at this moment the frost and the mist were almost gone. You see on the left nice green grass, frost free, and at the left there is still some frost. The sun started to heat up rather quick, but still, I had cold toes!
Take a look at my Frostbite Series Set to have an impression of that awesome sunrise outdoors.
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El monasterio benedictino de Ripoll fue fundado por el conde Guifré el Pilós en el año 879. El 20 de abril del año 888 el monasterio de Ripoll fue solemnemente consagrado y dedicado a Santa María.
La creciente importancia del monasterio de Ripoll como centro cultural, con biblioteca,scriptorium y escuela monástica medieval, motivó sucesivas ampliaciones del edificio, siendo la efectuada por el abad Oliba (1008-1046) la que conformaría sus formas definitivas : 60 por 40 metros en un edificio petreo de formas austeras y macizas, de cinco naves, con un cuerpo de edificio delantero encima del cual se levantaron dos torres de campanarios y en la parte posterior un grandioso transepto coronado por un ábside central y tres absidiolos a cada lado.
El templo ha sufrido diversas restauraciones. En especial la realizada tras el terremoto de 1428 y la de 1830 que redujo a tres las cinco naves originales.Las dimensiones de la nave principal son las originales : 60 m. de largo por 9 de ancho. En el crucero y en los muros de la nave central se hallan las tumbas de muchos delos condes de Besalú y Barcelona como Guifré el Pelós, Ramon Berenguer III y IV.
La obra principal del monasterio y de la escultura románica de Catalunya, es la portada del siglo XII. Se divide en siete franjas horizontales donde se representan escenas bíblicas, históricas y alegóricas. La rica iconografía combina los grupos temáticos entre motivos florales de gran exuberancia y ornamentaciones de líneas geométricas, sin ningún lugar en que el cincel no se haya dejado sentir.A ambos lados del portal están las imágenes mutiladas de San Pedro y San Pablo.
El claustro del templo consta de dos pisos. Fué iniciado en siglo XII, quedando paralizada la construcción hasta fines del siglo XIV. La galería superior quedó completada en el siglo XVI. Tiene forma trapezoidal y consta de 112 arcos semicirculares y 252 columnas de capiteles esculpidos con motivos religiosos, mitológicos y populares.
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Esco al fresco vento della sera e come al solito guardo in alto, sperando che uno squarcio di cielo mi sorrida tra quei nuvoloni carichi di pioggia.
Niente. Abbasso lo sguardo sconsolato...
E mi fermo senza parole scrutando l'occidente. Cercavo l'azzurro, ma non vedo che una piccola macchia di fronte alla miriade di colori che mi soffoca. L'orizzonte sembra una prateria data alle fiamme, avviluppata nelle calde tonalita' color arancio, mentre il fuoco danza tra le nubi in un esplosione cremisi ed ocra. Poco sopra, il cielo e' colorato di rosa. Tenui bagliori violetti colorano le nuvole, quasi ad irridere l'esplosione sottostante... uno specchio che riflette le stesse tonalita' piu' in basso, ammorbidite, come un dolce cuscino che teme di scottarsi.
Ancora piu' in alto il greve grigio delle nuvole... e molto piu' in basso la terra comincia a tingersi di nero. Ed in mezzo l'azzurro... il blu che ho sempre amato e che ora mi sembra cosi' lontano, cosi' piccolo ed insignificante... e la scoperta mi riempie di gioia, nonostante la voglia di piangere.