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I know this has been done to death but I had to try my hand at this shot when I discovered a little carnival down the street from us tonight. Hope you are having a great evening!
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Ver en grande sobre fondo negro
Pues si, ya de vuelta entre vosotros y con ganas de ponerme al día y ver vuestras tomas y como no, enseñaros la mías. Esta toma es un espectacular ocaso que he tenido la suerte de disfrutarlo con tres grandes personas y mejores amigos en Sanlucar, estas tres grandes personas son Marisa Vicario, Pepe Valencia Trillo y Eduardo de los Reyes. ¿Os imagináis estar en esta compañía y además ver esta atardecer? No se puede pedir más de verdad os lo digo.
Mañana pondré unas fotos de esa QDD que se hizo en Sanlucar y que de verdad ha sido un día que jamás olvidare, al igual que toda mi estancia en Andalucía y Ceuta.
Bueno espero que sea de vuestro agrado.
Un beso para vosotras y un abrazo para vosotros.
The château is the seat of the duc de Sully, Henri IV's minister Maximilien de Béthune (1560-1641), and the ducs de Sully. It is a château-fort, a true castle, built to control one of the few sites where the Loire can be forded; the site has perhaps been fortified since Gallo-Roman times, certainly since the beginning of the eleventh century.[1] In 1218, Philip Augustus constructed a cylindrical keep to the south of the present enclosure, of which buried foundations remain. Guy de la Trémoille, inheriting the fortress, undertook the construction of the "Donjon", flanked by four towers, beginning in 1395. To one side was added the Petit Château in the sixteenth century to provide more agreeable accommodation; Sully remodelled it.
Sully bought the domaine in 1602, enlarged the park and the fortress; he strengthened the embankments of the Loire to protect the town from occasional flooding.
The Château de Sully-sur-Loire remained in the possession of the family until 1962 when it became a property of the Département du Loiret, and has since benefited from numerous restorations. It hosts a classical music festival each June. The château contains numerous tapestries (including a set of six seventeenth-century hangings, the Tenture de Psyché), paintings of Sully's ancestors and heirs, and seventeenth-century furnishings. Here is also the tomb of Sully and that of his second wife.
Henri IV never visited, but Mazarin and Anne of Austria took refuge here in March 1652 during the rigors of the Fronde, France's civil war. Turenne stayed here the same year, before his defeat of the Grand Condé at the battle of Bléneau. Later, in 1716 and again in 1719 the château sheltered Voltaire, when he had been exiled from Paris for affronting the Régent, Philippe, duc d'Orléans.
Château de Sully-sur-Loire is listed as a monument historique by the French Ministry of Culture.
Excerpt from www.lecinqueterre.org/eng/arte/montebattista.php:
THE CHURCH OF SAINT JOHN THE BAPTIST
The church of San Giovanni Battista was built between 1244 and 1307, the date inscribed on a rock in the second column on the left looking towards the altar. Remodeled in the Baroque period and more recently between 1963 and 1964, it is a splendid example of Genoese Ligurian Gothic.
The façade is made of alternating vestments of white marble and dark green serpentine, with a slightly splayed pointed portal, flanked by a double pair of marble columns and surmounted by a lunette with an 18th century fresco depicting the Baptism of Christ. The splendid central rose window in white marble is a splendid example of ornate Gothic, attributed to Matteo and Pietro da Campiglio. From the central button, eighteen smooth and twisted columns radiate alternating from which intertwined trefoil arches branch off.
With a basilica plan with three naves, it has a progressive narrowing of the width of the aisles towards the entrance, with the dual effect of creating a perspective illusion and favoring the propagation of sound waves. Inside are preserved the baptismal font from 1360, a canvas of the Madonna del Rosario from the school of Luca Cambiaso, a painting depicting the Crucifixion by an unknown artist, probably a Genoese painter from the 17th century and the high altar from 1734. One of the columns bears an inscription engraved in medieval characters.
The bell tower with Ghibelline battlements rises alongside the apse area, an ancient medieval control tower with a rectangular plan, opened by Gothic mullioned windows with arches decorated with denticles, raised in the 15th century and remodeled in the 18th century after an earthquake.
"A murderer would never parade his crime in front of an open window..."
R is for Rear Window: the classic film directed by one of my favorites, Alfred Hitchcock. A thrilling taste of voyeurism, telephoto lenses, and romance between an invalid photographer and a piece of the Upper East Side's upper crust.
I thought of this shot about ten days ago, and have looked forward to it ever since. I really wanted to have a shot that was clearly inspired by one of my favorite directors and/or films, and I had great success doing it with Lost In Translation. But what sealed the deal with Rear Window was the fact that my stepfather had foot surgery and is in a cast/boot thing for six weeks. Pretty fortuitous ... plus, Jordy already did Psycho (props to him for making it funny and getting away with it), I am not even close to being able to have a scene from The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly, or No Country For Old Men and, well, those covered my favorite films by my favorite directors. I mean, okay. Yeah, I could have done the last two with a lot of time and effort, but it's not my fault the letter 'R' fell on a Monday I had work and two doctors' appointments!
I don't liken myself to Grace Kelly at all, and not just because she's blonde and infinitely more beautiful and royalty, (though those don't help) but because she is much more ladylike and, well, graceful. So ideally, this shot would be without me and in my place, a blonde and/or evidently graceful woman. However, I don't have either of those at my disposal; I was going to use my mother, since it felt a little weird (in theory) to be the Grace Kelly to my stepfather's Jimmy Stewart, but I got over it -- all for art's sake! :)
p.s. It's grainy for the old film feel -- but maybe it would be better without. Any thoughts??
p.p.s. two stills from the original movie: one and two
*Explored! Reached #140
Today I began a series at the Riverside Cemetery of Saddle Brook, NJ. I have never done this type of shooting before, and generally try to spend as little time as possible in a cemetery, considering that sooner or later I will do so permanently--anyway. :-)
Unless the light is of dramatic quality, most of the shots are pedestrian and forgettable.
But the beauty of Photoshop lies in its ability to facilitate emotional content in our images. And sometimes an image which finds itself inside the circular file gets a reprieve based on a second, thoughtful look. Such is the case with this one.
I love how the Ivy encroaches on this graveside, but also feel a twinge of sadness for a forgotten person with no more connection to succeeding generations. In many ways that is a more final death.
Back to Cape Cornwall. This is a Panorama from 4 vertical shots (roughly 180degree) , all with bracketing for later DRI blending (see my blog). The dynamic range is huge here because of facing into the sun and also shooting away from it. So actually I did 2 panoramas, one after the sun was out of view without lense flares and one with the sunstar and the magic light. Later in postproc I layered both DRI panos together in PS to paint out the lense flares.
It was quite a lot of work behind this shot, both during the shot where I used my Nodal Ninja and in postprocessing but I'm happy with the result! What do you think, does it keep up with my other Cornwall shots?
PS: You might guess from the dark foreground, that it was still very wet and slippery there and not easy to stay on your feet ;-)
cheers
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View LARGE to see what some pompous jerk wrote in the sky!
What:
Part 2 of the Peggy's Cove tour! :-)
When:
Just as the sun was setting last Sunday evening. About 5 minutes before the last shot I posted.
Where:
Peggy's Cove
Nova Scotia, Canada
About:
So, continuing from yesterday's photo... this was taken from exactly the same spot on the dock in PC but I turned about 90 degrees to right. Guess where the next shot will be taken from? Yep! another 90 degrees right. I bet you just can't wait to see what's at the end of this cove?! LOL
Believe it or not I didn't jack up the saturation here (well maybe a little bit :-), you can see how low the sun was in the last shot and with it behind me instead of in front of me it just made everything absolutely glow! In June it is even better as the sun sets right at the mouth of the cove. It's pretty amazing to be down here after 9pm in June and watch the sun set. There is a group of people that come down every night with lawn chairs and sit up near the lighthouse for the sunset every night.
Processing:
This was shot with the normal 3 frames bracketed (0,-2,+2ev) and I manually blended the exposures in photoshop so I could get the proper sky combined with the proper foreground exposures. I did a layer of curves and a little tweak of the shadows/highlights.
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"Feels like you're miles from here,
in other towns with lesser names.
Where the unholy ghost doesn't tell
Mary or William exactly what they want to hear.
You remember the house on Ridge Road
told you and the Devil to both just leave me alone.
If this is salvation, I can show you the trembling.
You'll just have to trust me. I'm scared.
I am the patron saint of lost causes.
Aren't we all to you just near lost causes?
Aren't we all to you just lost
Tommy, you left behind
something that will mean everything right before you die.
What if you gained the whole world?
You've already lost four little souls from your life.
Widows and orphans aren't hard to find.
They're home missing daddy who's saving the abandoned tonight.
Wish your drinking would hurry and kill you.
Sympathy's better than having to tell you the truth.
That you are the patron saint of lost causes.
All you are to them is now a lost cause.
All you are to them is now, causes.
Billy, don't you understand?
Timothy stood as long as he could and now
you made his faith disappear.
More like a magician and less like a man of the cloth.
We're not questioning God.
Just those he chose to carry on His cross.
We're no better, you'll see.
Just all of us, the lost causes.
Aren't we all to you just lost causes?
Are we all to you lost?
Lost causes
So all we are to you,
Is all we are, is all we are
All we are is all we are
Patron Saint, are we all lost like you?
Take what you will and leave.
Could you kill, could you kill me
If the world was on fire
and nothing was left but hope or desire
And take all that I could require, is this love?
Or am I on the floor over-desperate?
Hold hands streaming of blood again?
And then take full weight of me
Guard my dreams, figure this out,
It's me on my own. Helpless, hurting, hell.
Will you stay strong as you promised?
Cause I'm stranded and bare.
Meanness is washed up and all that I have
is God. Take this and all,
Then grace takes me to a place
Of the father you never had
Ripping and breaking and tearing apart
This is not heaven
This is my hell."
Song: Fin
Played by: Anberlin
Heard this song coming home tonight, and while alot of the words are of Stephen Christian's own personal life experiences, the message and meaning behind this song hit me pretty hard, so i figured instead of going out and ruining it with a self portrait again, ill just do my regular post for today and share the song so you can listen and see if you like it or not. its basically about the dangers of putting your hope in wolves wearing sheep's clothes, and the last few lines are about the pain of purification and the suffering he endured for his faith.
This is another shot from the "secret" spot that John and i went to last week. have a great tuesday everyone!
ENGLISH
It is not a great photo, but it's my way to celebrate that today two years ago I quit smoking, and that has changed my life for better. I take advantage to encourage all the smokers to leave the vice, that although is difficult, it's possible. After 24 years smoking without stop, I chose the difficult walk, to leave it suddenly and without aid of nothing nor of nobody... and I can tell it.
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CASTELLANO
No es una gran foto, pero es mi manera de celebrar que hoy hace dos años que dejé de fumar, y eso me ha cambiado la vida para mejor. Aprovecho para animar a todos los fumadores a dejar el vicio, que aunque es difícil es posible. Tras 24 años fumando sin parar, yo elegí el camino difícil, de golpe y sin ayuda de nada ni de nadie... y puedo contarlo.
¡¡En el puesto 204 de Explore el 12/11/2008!!
"One does not sell the earth upon which the people walk"
~Crazy Horse~
"You are the White Eagle who has come to steal the road. The Great Father (the president) sends us presents and wants us to sell him the road, but the White Chief comes with the soldiers to steal it before the Indian says yes or no. I will talk with you no more. I will go now and fight you! As long as I live I will fight you for the last hunting grounds of my people."
~Red Cloud~
The following is from: montanagroups.com/p20.htm
"Battle of the Little Bighorn. A national monument with museum exhibits, an interpretive center, and ranger-led programs that commemorates the site of the Indian victory over Custer's 7th Cavalry."
"Montana's Little Bighorn Battlefield National Monument memorializes one of the last armed efforts of the Northern Plains Indians to preserve their ancestral way of life. Here in the valley of the Little Bighorn River on June 25 and 26, 1876, more than 260 US Army soldiers and attached personnel met defeat and death at the hands of several thousand Lakota and Cheyenne warriors. Among the dead were Lt. Col. George Armstrong Custer and every member of his immediate command."
"Although the Indians won this battle, they lost the war against the white man's efforts to end their independent plains culture."
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It is interesting to note that there were Native Americans fighting on both sides of this conflict. For some brief, but interesting, accounts of the battle from the Lakota and Cheyenne side of the conflict see the following page: www.snowwowl.com/histcuster.html
Here is one account from that page. It tells the story of Whirlwind, who was 16 years old.
"Whirlwind, a Cheyenne, charged after a war-bonnet Indian belonging with the whites. The enemy Indian bravely charged toward Whirlwind. The two men fired rifles at the same moment. Both of them fell dead. This was on the flat land just east of the river where the soldiers crossed."
There were no first hand accounts from the Custer side of the conflict.
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Listen No Te Olvides de Mí - Diana Navarro
¡Ay que ver, como quema la luna¡
cuando tu no estas aquí
como pesa la noche en mi cama
si me acuerdo de ti
¡ay que ver, como duele en mis venas¡
el amor que te dí
el sabor de mis últimas penas
que pené para ti
iaiaiaiaiaaaaaaa
no te olvides de mí
iaiaiaiaiaaaaaaa
aaaaaa
¡ay que ver, como mata el dolor¡
el frio y el calor
como sabe de ingrato el sabor
del amor
aaaaaaaaaaaaay
aaaaaaaaaaaaay
aaaaaaaaaaaaaay
¡ay que ver, como amargan los besos¡
que al final me perdí
como matan aquellos recuerdos
que se acuerdan de ti
iaiaiaiaiaaaaaaa
no te olvides de mí
iaiaiaiaiaaaaaaa
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aaaaaaaaaaaay
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iaiaiaiaiaaaaaaa
no te olvides de mi
iaiaiaiaiaaaaaaa
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This woman has to be admired for having one of the most amazing voices in Spain. Traditional Spanish songs are reborn with her incredible range and phrasing. She is a Spanish Nana Mouskouri. God bless her!!
The first news of which has its existence dates back to 978. Around the church of Sant Marti, as documented by the year 1088 began to wake up the first houses in this picturesque town that even today retains all its medieval charm.
Historically, work in the field was the main dedication of its people; particular importance was conreo of grapes, from the eighteenth century shifted more traditional forms of agriculture. This was a particularly arduous task given the characteristics of the mountainous terrain, settled in part by building jars at the foot of vineyards, which were used for the storage of must and grapes. Already into the nineteenth century, the phylloxera conditioned conreo and resulted in a significant decline in population. Another important task, until mid-twentieth century, was the development of charcoal, until such time as the electricity found their disappearance. Since then, its people were devoted to another kind of work in line with the changing times. It set up a textile factory in the early twentieth century, which was in operation until the year 1964. Logically, closing it was important socio-economic consequences on the lives of the people, determining the migration of population towards the industrial cities or to neighboring towns. Since then, the physiognomy of Mura se ha ido transforming into a large number of people with second homes, laying the groundwork for a tradition tourist potential. Precisely for the new work and revenue earned from tourism, was very relevant to the creation of the Natural Park Sant Llorenç del Munt i l'Obac, in 1972. Since then increased the number of tourists and visitors. Nobody is aware that, as in many other municipalities of Catalunya, tourism could ensure the future of the people so that asentare solidly its core population.
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The sun is finally shining again
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I went home today to spend Thanksgiving break with my family, and I realized just how much I've missed them over this past semester. They really are the most amazing people in the world and it's going to be so nice to just relax with them over this weekend.
I went on a photoshoot with my younger brother today and along with these, we took a few pictures of he and I that I will post probably tomorrow. He and I have so much fun together, and he's such a good kid. I've missed him a lot. :) Hmm...today was a good day.
P.S. Oh, and thank you all for your kind comments on the last picture I posted. Your words really mean so much to me, you have no idea. Thank you so much
Things are kind of getting back to normal after the earthquake here in Chile..
This may sound cheesy but against mother nature we are nothing. A life time of work can be lost in a few seconds.
ps: about this pic.. yes it looks like Japan's Mount Fuji but it's call "el volcan Osorno"!
Tout va bien ici au Chili. Une très grande peur mais tout le monde que je connais est sains et saufs heureusement. Ça me fait réaliser par contre que nous sommes tous très petits face à tout ça et que nous pouvons tout perdre d'un instant à l'autre au Québec comme au Chili..
I regret so much that I couldn't go in and see the inside beauty because of renovation!!!! Situated at La Plaza de San Francisco, two short blocks from my hotel.
The temple of San Francisco de Quito is the largest religious building in the region. There are House 4 thousand objects, including sculptures, paintings and furniture. The most beautiful monastery of America. With 3.5 hectares, San Francisco is an impressive structure. Since 1983 has been tapped by the Spanish International Cooperation Agency and the Institute of Cultural Heritage. In 1996 he adapted a sector of the temple for the Franciscan Museum. And today at this site are displayed 250 works from authors such as Miguel de Santiago, Caspicara and Legarda. Museum was inaugurated Fray Pedro Gocial Colonial with hundreds of pieces. There are three allegories that are magic to San Francisco, a temple founded by Fray Jodoco Ricke in 1535.
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Evening jogger refreshing himself under the water sprays at Paris Plages. Inspired by Paris Steve's.
Part of "A stroll in Paris"
Cunit, Tarragona (Spain).
... with this song.
... con esta canción.
ENGLISH
The Carnival of Cunit is the oldest of the region of the Baix Penedès as we understand it at the moment since it is being celebrated of uninterrupted way from 1988; they are practically 2 weeks of different playful acts and celebration that has like central event great the cavalcade of carnival.
The cavalcade is celebrated the Saturday of carnival and is headed by Her Majesty Carnestoltes, “king of insolents” and the queen of carnival and her ladies (chosen in an act celebrated in the middle of August of the previous year); behind them it follows to him more than 60 groups of krewes and floats of all Penedès and part of Tarragona with a participation in 2006 of more than 4,500 different people disguised of thematic. The cavalcade leaves the railway station and finalizes in the square of Catalonia (square of the Casal). The route of cavalcade has a length of 3.5 kilometers where they are possible to be reunited up to 30,000 watching people (as much disguised as not). At the end of the cavalcade most of groups they go to the Platja de Calafell to make another cavalcade there.
The midnight after cavalcade is celebrated the great dance of carnival where they are distributed the prizes to the best groups as well as to the more original individual disguises, balconies and showcases of stores better adorned.
Sunday is celebrated the infantile carnival infantile with groups of animation and a "chocolatada" for the assistants when finalizing the act.
The carnivals finalize Wednesday with the burial of the sardine, in which is made a small cavalcade by the town taking for a walk the body of the Carnestoltes and finalizes in the station where is made popular "sardinada".
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CASTELLANO
El Carnaval de Cunit es el más antiguo de la comarca del Baix Penedès tal y como lo entendemos actualmente ya que lleva desde el 1988 celebrándose de manera ininterrumpida; prácticamente son 2 semanas de diferentes actos lúdicos y de fiesta que tiene como evento central la gran rúa de carnaval.
La rúa se celebra el sábado de carnaval y es encabezada por S.M. el Carnestoltes, "rei dels pocasoltes" y la reina de carnaval y sus damas (elegidas en un acto celebrado a mediados de agosto del año anterior); detrás de ellos le sigue más de 60 grupos de comparsas y carrozas de todo el Penedés y parte de Tarragona con una participación en el 2006 de más de 4.500 personas disfrazadas de diferentes temáticas. La rúa sale de la estación de ferrocarril y finaliza en la plaza de Cataluña (plaza del Casal). El recorrido de la rúa tiene una longitud de 3,5 kilómetros dónde se pueden reunir hasta 30.000 personas espectadoras (tanto disfrazadas como no). Al termino de ésta la mayoría de grupos se dirigen a La Platja de Calafell para realizar allí otra rúa.
La medianoche después de la rúa se celebra el gran baile de carnaval dónde se reparten los premios a los mejor grupos así como a los disfraces individuales más originales, balcones y escaparates de tiendas mejor adornados.
El domingo se celebra el carnaval infantil con grupos de animación y chocolatada para los asistentes al finalizar el acto.
Los carnavales finalizan el miércoles con el entierro de la sardina, en el cual se realiza una pequeña rúa por el pueblo paseando el cuerpo del Carnestoltes y finaliza en la estación dónde se realiza una sardinada popular.
Fuente: es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cunit
Listen Angel Sarah Mclachlan
Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always one reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memory seeps from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there
so tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lie
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference
escaping one last time
it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here
LA FAGEDA D'EN JORDÀ
Saps on és la fageda d'en Jordà?
Si vas pels vols d'Olot, amunt del pla,
trobaràs un indret verd i profond
com mai cap més n'hagis trobat al món:
un verd com d'aigua endins, profond i clar;
el verd de la fageda d'en Jordà.
El caminant, quan entra en aquest lloc,
comença a caminar-hi a poc a poc;
compta els seus passos en la gran quietud:
s'atura, i no sent res, i està perdut.
Li agafa un dolç oblit de tot lo món
en el silenci d'aquell lloc profond,
i no pensa en sortir, o hi pensa en va:
és pres de la fageda d'en Jordà,
presoner del silenci i la verdor.
Oh companyia! Oh deslliurant presó!
Joan Maragall (1860-1911)
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Turnaround
every now and then I get a little bit lonely
And you're never coming round.
Turnaround
every now and then I get a little bit tired
Of listening to the sound of my tears.
Turnaround
every now and then I get a little bit nervous
That the best of all the years have gone by.
Turnaround
every now and then I get a little bit terrified
And then I see the look in your eyes.
Turnaround bright eyes
every now and then I fall apart.
Turnaround bright eyes
every now and then I fall apart.
Turnaround
every now and then I get a little bit restless
And I dream of something wild.
Turnaround
every now and then I get a little bit helpless
And I'm lying like a child in your arms.
Turnaround
every now and then I get a little bit angry
And I know I've got to get out and cry.
Turnaround
every now and then I get a little bit terrified
But then I see the look in your eyes.
Turnaround bright eyes
every now and then I fall apart.
Turnaround bright eyes
every now and then I fall apart.
And I need you now tonight
and I need you more than ever
And if you'll only hold me tight we'll be holding on forever
And we'll only be making it right cause we'll never be wrong together
We can take it to the end of the line.
Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time
I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark.
We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks.
I really need you tonight - forever's gonna start tonight
Forever's gonna start tonight.
Once upon a time I was falling in love but now I'm only falling apart.
There's nothing I can do - a total eclipse of the heart.
Once upon a time there was light in my life
But now there's only love in the dark.
Nothing I can say - a total eclipse of the heart.
Turnaround bright eyes
turnaround bright eyes.
Turnaround
every now and then I know you'll never be
The boy you always wanted to be.
Turnaround
but every now and then I know you'll always be
The only boy who wanted me the way that I am.
Turnaround
every now and then I know there's no one
In the universe as magical and wonderous as you
Turnaround
every now and then I know
There's nothing any better and there's nothing that I just wouldn't do.
Turnaround bright eyes
everynow and then I fall apart.
Turnaround bright eyes
everynow and then I fall apart.
And I need you now tonight
and I need you more than ever
...
Once upon a time I was falling in love but now I'm only falling apart...
A total eclipse of the heart
a total eclipse of the heart.
Turnaround bright eyes
turnaround bright eyes
turnaround.
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Another shot from the 2 SiiCK crew of my self and Stephen.....This was shot in an alley near our studio. I had been walking back there quite a bit as I LOVED that wall and that gated door. So we went out and shoot behind the alley after the end of the day and that business had closed down. I was setting up another shot, when Steve saw this shot and mentioned it to me. We lit it up and I took the shot, I think it came out AWESOME.....Me and Steve are really finding our groove working together. Sometimes I see shots while he sets up things and vice versa....things are gonna HEAT up real quick here in The OC.....Here we come!!!
Hector
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The Brittany is still commonly referred to as the Brittany Spaniel, despite the AKC's official removal of "Spaniel" from the breed name in 1982 (read more about this in the history section). The Brittany is quick and curious with an abundant love for running, hunting, and playing. The dog’s good nature and natural eagerness to please make it a great companion pet, but potential owners should be aware that the breed requires plenty of exercise – let your Brittany roam in open areas whenever you can, especially with other dogs. The Brittany is highly trainable and obedient but is also very sensitive to reprimand; take care not to chastise your Brittany too roughly, or it may become shy and fearful. The dog is a natural socializer and gets along exceedingly well with other dogs and children, though small children should never be left alone with a Brittany as the dog’s natural energetic play could cause the child accidental harm.
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:: Brittany / Épagneul Breton
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FAHRZEUGGESCHICHTE
__.__.1976 Auslieferung an DR - Deutsche Reichsbahn "132 384-9"
14.08.1976 Abnahme
01.01.1992 Umzeichnung in "232 384-8"
01.01.1994 => DB AG - Deutsche Bahn AG, GB Traktion "232 384-8"
01.01.1998 => DB AG - Deutsche Bahn AG, GB Ladungsverkehr "232 384-8"
01.07.1999 => DB Cargo AG "232 384-8"
01.09.2003 => Railion Deutschland AG "232 384-8"
01.01.2007 Vergabe der NVR-Nummer "92 80 1232 384-8 D-DB"
16.02.2009 => DB Schenker Rail Deutschland AG "232 384-8"
[NVR-Nummer: 92 80 1232 384-8 D-DB]
28.11.2014 z-Stellung
01.03.2016 => DB Cargo Deutschland AG "232 384-8"
[NVR-Nummer: 92 80 1232 384-8 D-DB]
07.03.2018 ++ [Cottbus]
Olèrdola, Barcelona (Spain).
ENGLISH
Olèrdola is a municipality in the comarca of the Alt Penedès in Catalonia, Spain. It is situated on the northern side of the Garraf massif, and the highest point of the municipality is the Puig de l'Àliga at 468 m.
The name of the municipality is derived from the historical castle, not from any modern settlement. Six villages and two industrial zones (poligons industrials) make up the municipality: Can Trabal, Daltmar, Moja, Sant Miquel d'Olèrdola, Sant Pere Molanta, Viladellops, Poligon Industrial de Sant Pere Molanta and Poligon Industrial el Clot de Moja.
The old walled city is in the hill of San Miguel de Olérdola, of 358 ms of height. In last times was also known it with place name of Olérdula. In a document of the 979 it is named as civitate Olerdula.
The older archaeological findings correspond at the beginning of the Bronze Age (2000-1800 BC), but will not be until the beginning of the next period -Iron Age- that is a town with a wall (centuries 8-7th BC). The iberians, of the tribe of the cosetans, also settled in the mountain taking advantage of the existing wall, and partially constructed trimmed houses on the rock (centuries 6-5th BC).
The territorial organization and social begins to change as of century 2th BC and, specially, during the next century, with the arrival from the Romans to the Iberian Peninsula. The iberians do not leave Olèrdola, but, little by little, they adopt the new customs and they coexist with the Roman soldiers.
During century 1th BC, coexists in Olèrdola the iberians and the soldiers who take care of the Roman fortification. At this moment, they rise infrastructure works (the wall, the cistern and the watchtower) planned and directed by the Roman authority, that they will have, nevertheless, one short stage of total operation, little more than 50 years, with residual or secondary uses during the high and low empire. Castellum of Olèrdola directly was related to the military protection and the control of the territory and the routes of communication around the capital, Tarraco.
The city returned to enter history in year 930 when count Suñer I tried to repopulate the zone and specially this strategic and good position for the defense, that there would be to serve like watchtower outpost against the Muslim invasion and that got to be military enclave until the conquest of Tarragona, gained to the Arabs in 1089.
During that period of time it maintained the category of capital of the Penedés and county. After the conquest of Tarragona it lost its strategic importance and later in 1108 it was destroyed by almoravids. It was repopulated again, but their inhabitants began to settle down themselves in more level places, with a view to the development of agriculture and this way the city of Villafranca of the Penedés arose.
Source: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ol%c3%a8rdola
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CASTELLANO
Olèrdola es un municipio de la comarca del Alto Penedés, provincia de Barcelona, comunidad autónoma de Cataluña, España, y está formado por ocho núcleos o entidades de población: Can Trabal, Daltmar, Moja, Sant Miquel d'Olèrdola, Sant Pere Molanta, Viladellops, Poligon Industrial de Sant Pere Molanta y Poligon Industrial el Clot de Moja.
La antigua ciudad amurallada se encuentra en la colina de San Miguel de Olérdola, de 358 m de altura. En tiempos pasados se la conocía también con el topónimo de Olérdula. En un documento del 979 es nombrada como civitate Olerdula.
Los hallazgos arqueológicos más antiguos corresponden al inicio de la Edad de Bronce (2000-1800 AC), pero no será hasta el inicio del periodo siguiente -Edad de Hierro- que se encuentra un poblado con una muralla (siglos VIII-VII AC). Los íberos, de la tribu de los cosetanos, se instalaron también en la montaña aprovechando la muralla existente, y construyeron casas parcialmente recortadas en la roca (siglos IV-V aC).
La organización territorial y social comienza a cambiar a partir del siglo II aC y, especialmente, durante la centuria siguiente, con la llegada de los romanos a la península ibérica. Los íberos no abandonan Olèrdola, pero, poco a poco, adoptan las nuevas costumbres y conviven con los soldados romanos.
Durante el siglo I aC, conviven en Olèrdola los íberos y los soldados que se ocupan de la fortificación romana. En este momento, se levantan obras de infraestructura (la muralla, la cisterna y la torre atalaya) directamente planificadas y dirigidas por la autoridad romana, que tendrán, sin embargo, una corta etapa de pleno funcionamiento, poco más de 50 años, con utilizaciones residuales o secundarias durante el alto y bajo imperio. El castellum de Olèrdola estaba directamente relacionado con la protección militar y el control del territorio y las vías de comunicación alrededor de la capital, Tarraco.
La ciudad volvió a entrar en la historia en el año 930 cuando el conde Suñer I trató de repoblar la zona y en especial esta posición estratégica y buena para la defensa, que habría de servir como atalaya avanzada contra la invasión musulmana y que llegó a ser enclave militar hasta la conquista de Tarragona, ganada a los árabes en 1089.
Durante ese periodo de tiempo mantuvo la categoría de capital del Penedés y condado. Tras la conquista de Tarragona perdió su importancia estratégica y más tarde en 1108 fue destruida por los almorávides. Fue repoblada de nuevo, pero sus habitantes empezaron a establecerse en lugares más llanos, con miras al desarrollo de la agricultura y de esta manera surgió la ciudad de Villafranca del Penedés.
Más info: es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ol%c3%a8rdola, www.diba.es/parcsn/parcs/p11m114s706.asp
I had A blast shooting with you guys!
Frank does the most amazong butterly shots...well all of his stuff is gorgeous but his butterfly shots are to die for.
Cilinia has amazing animal shots but I gotta tell ya her people pics are outstanding simply amazing the way she captures someone in her pics!
Now Valerie is the Polar Bear Queen but let me tell you what ever she points that Camera at shows all the beauty and color and well it's what's in her heart. These three people are amazing and I am better for having them as my friends!
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Buena e iluminada sema os deseo...
Wünsche eine gute und beleuchtete Woche...
Palau del Baró de Quadras ( back façade)
History and description:
This house was projected by Josep Puig i Cadafalch and built in 1904-1906.
The Baró de Quadras commissioned Puig i Cadafalch in 1900 to build his new house in Barcelona after to finish his palace in Maçanes.
The building is located in a narrow space between two important streets of Barcelona, due to this reason it has two completely different façades.
The main façade on Diagonal Avenue is a mixture of gothic and "plateresc" styles - following Permanyer - whit, as a result, a very rich decoration.
The interior has some Moslem influence and fortunately, don't needed to be strongly modified to adapt it to the Casa Àsia.
The back façade is more conventional with a decoration remembering the Sezesionstyl.
Each day during the year, Flickr employs a 'secret' algorithm to select five hundred images for a daily-posted Explore page —all exemplifying some sort of 'interestingness.'
▶ During 2024, Flickr selected seventeen of my images for Explore:
☞ Percussionist in the green was my most viewed, at 10,310 views.
☞ Lanceleaf coreopsis (sepals & petals) was my most 'faved', with 282 'faves.'
☞ Tree falls into winter received the highest position (no. 78 out of 500), selected on 12 December 2024.
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☞ Tree falls into winter (12 December 2024)
8,534 views; 266 'faves'; 78th/500.
---> This image achieved the highest Explore position of any of my seventeen images selected.
☞ Woodland at Glenn Creek (22 November 2024)
8,766 views; 217 'faves'; 102nd/500.
☞ Purple aster (13 October 2024)
8,992 views; 232 'faves'; 150th/500.
☞ Bird of paradise, against blue wall (13 September 2024)
6,177 views; 188 'faves; 313th/500.
☞ Paddleboard morningtide (28 August 2024)
6,632 views; 128 'faves'; 479th/500.
☞ Strasburg pitches (04) (28 August 2024)
6453; 73 'faves'; 186th/500.
☞ Umbrella in the foliage (12 August 2024)
9,728 views; 171 'faves'; 92nd/500.
☞ Moving Keys (24 July 2024)
7,379 views; 103 'faves'; 351st/500.
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☞ Gnomes' back beat on parade (26 June 2024)
8,358 views; 120 'faves'; 216th/500.
☞ Dancing to the tunes (02) (26 June 2024)
8,514 views; 118 'faves'; 157th/500.
☞ Geese, too? (19 June 2024)
6,882 views; 162 'faves'; 269th/500.
☞ Percussionist in the green (3 June 2024)
10,310 views; 119 'faves'; 85th/500.
---> The most viewed of my 2024 images, 'Explored' or not.
☞ Lanceleaf coreopsis (sepals & petals) (10 May 2024)
9,497 views; 282 'faves'; 98th/500.
---> The most 'faved' of my 2024 images, 'Explored' or not.
☞ Arabia Lake (in early spring) (24 April 2024)
7,658 views; 215 'faves'; 230/500.
☞ Arabia Mountain spring landscape (03) (5 April 2024)
8,822 views; 217 'faves'; 104th/500.
☞ Holy hellebore (5 February 2024)
6,921 views; 207 'faves'; 474th/500.
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☞ Winter beech woodland (12 January 2024)
7,873 views; 210 'faves'; 474th/500.
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View The Tattoo Tat-toe Big On Black
I wonder if anybody knows in which country this special tattoo is used. I have never seen this special tattoos on the fingertips, toes and on the sole of the foot.
Ciò che conosciamo non ci appartiene, poichè non lo abbiamo appreso..ma ci è stato insegnato, il nostro è un secolo di inesperienza, la nostra stessa vita è il bieco riflesso di un prototipo, non impariamo dalla vita, ma da qualcuno che media fra la realtà e noi, da questo si può dedurre che la nostra realtà non è reale, perchè manca di autenticità. Il nostro è il secolo della non-realtà.
Thank you all my dears Flickr friends for your sweet comments! I do appreciate them very, very much
Heaven's not enough Kanno Youko
My Books:
My book "Discover GUIMERÀ" (preview)
My book "Discover SANTA PAU" (preview)
Heaven's not enough
if when you get there...
just another blue
and heaven's not enough
you think you've found it
and it loses you
you've thought of all there is
but not enough
and it loses you in a cloud
"there" most everything is nothin'
that it seems
"where" you see the things you only wanna see
I'd fly away
to a higher plane
to say words I resist
to float away
to sigh
to breath.... forget
and heaven's not enough
if when I'm there I don't remember you
and heaven does enough
you think you know it
and it uses you
I saw so many things
but like a dream
always losing me in a cloud
cause I couldn't cry
cause I turned away
couldn't see the score
didn't know the pain
of leaving yesterday really far behind
in another life
in another dream
by a different name
gave it all away
for a memory
and a quiet life
and I felt the face
of a cold tonight
still don't know the score
but I know the pain
of leaving everything really far behind
and if I could cry
and if I could live what truth I did then take me there
heaven good by
El núcleo de Tarroja de Segarra está situado en la cuesta a la derecha del río Sió, a medio camino entre Cervera y Guissona.
El barrio moderno ha estado edificado hacia el norte, donde la cuesta se transforma en plana, cerca de la carretera, donde también encontramos algunas casas diseminadas. Fuera de los arrabales forma un grupo bastante compacto, casi circular, al abrigo de un cercado más primitivo, que estuvo amurallado, centrado por la plaza de la iglesia, por el que se entra a través de tres portales y callejuelas cubiertas.
La iglesia parroquial de Sant Salvador fue construida durante la segunda mitad del siglo XVIII. Conserva el campanario, edificado durante el siglo XV encima del ábside de la antigua iglesia románica de la cual se conservan unos muros, una portalada y parte de la bóveda de un altar lateral.
Por encima de las murallas, la calle del Raval bordea el camino de Sedó, mientras que a lo largo de la muralla inferior se extiende la calle Gual. En la última línea de casas, al oeste, se ven unos muros que formaron parte del antiguo castillo de los condes de Cardona.
Más allá de la ribera no encontramos población.
A la orilla izquierda del río Sió encontramos la ermita de Sant Julià y, en el sector septentrional del término, la ermita de Sant Antoni.
Tarroja, con su conocida tradición que la relaciona con Colom, cumple quince años de publicación de la revista Terra Rubra, la cual colabora en la investigación de este tema. La Segarra, en donde habitaban familias arraigadas como los Oluja y Sacirera entre otros, muy relacionadas con el descubridor, no defrauda a los historiadores que investigan
Cerca de Tarroja se han producido hallazgos arqueológicos, en el Pla de la Mata cerámica neolítica y en los campos de los Vilassos restos de una villa romana del siglo II.
En Tarroja encontramos ya un polideportivo y unas piscinas municipales.
Tarroja celebra la fiesta mayor el primer fin de semana de agosto, por Sant Salvador. El Lunes de Pascua se hace una reunión en la ermita de Sant Julià y el primer domingo de mayo se celebra la fiesta del Roser.
In Wordpress In Blogger photo.net/photos/Reinante/ In Onexposure
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Kids playing volley and basket in the streets of La Havana, late afternoon. For a brief moment, the 2 balls happened to coincide with both hands of the player. The kind of magic which is too fast for the eye to see, only the camera ! No crop.
Won 2nd place on the French HP Street Photography contest.
Part of Cuba
please view on black
my mom lived in a little apartment in athens. after we lost her, we decided to ship her belongings back to her family's house in chios. they had been delivered to the moving company's warehouse a couple of weeks ago, but i had to go unlock the old, unlived-in, stone house, and let the movers in.
i had just visited the place over the summer with my immediate family and mom... i remember thinking that i might not go to chios again. i never thought that it would be mom who would never return.
there was no point sleeping tuesday night because i had to start early wednesday morning to catch a 6:15 flight. we landed at 7, i picked up the rented car and started to drive towards vrontados. the cold and rain matched my bitter mood as i followed the east coast. i glanced over towards turkey as the world turned blue. there was to be no glorious sunrise -- just troubled, turbulent sky.
i stopped next to the familiar windmills and tried to get a few shots. having no umbrella, i limited my attempts to brief lulls in the rain. finally, it was time for businesses to start their day, so i made my way up to the house and made the phone call to the movers that i'd arrived.
the house is on the slopes of mount epos and faces east. it's very old, built in the 1860s, and not the most comfortable of places -- but we sometimes visit in the summer. in fact, i'd never seen it in the winter. it looked different... the colors were dark and rich -- some trees were stark and brittle, but the normally dry wild grass in the yard was lush.
the movers came and left.
i hugged our neighbor, despina, when i saw her. she had just lost her own mother last year -- and she loved my mom too -- so we had a good deal to talk about, strangely, for the very first time. she was kind to me and even cooked a wonderful lunch. she cried, i cried. it was hard.
as evening fell, i took a last look at the house. this time, i wanted to save a mental picture only. i said goodbye to despina and drove back to the airport. i felt shattered but still wanted to stop at the harbor along the way to snap a few -- i haven't even looked at them yet. i doubt they're ok but, if they're even halfway decent, i'll post them.
i've placed this on the map.
on the blog: toomanytribbles.blogspot.com/2010/01/windmills-of-her-min...
I'm amazed I managed to rally in time to get this shot done today before Lost tonight. Let me back up. I went to Urgent Care this morning to get my leg checked out since I still can't walk. Turns out I tore my calf muscle and fascia in my right leg. The good news is that I didn't rupture my achilles tendon, so I won't need surgery. The bad news is that it's going to be 4-6 weeks before I can even think about running, jumping, playing soccer, or anything else that I actually want to do with my leg. But I'm thankful because it could be worse. I have to keep reminding myself of that. Anyway, the doctor gave me a prescription for Percocet to help with the pain. I had some issues with nausea when I took Vicodin a few years back, so he thought Percocet would be a good alternative.
WRONG!
About forty-five minutes after taking it, I hit a brick wall of nausea and was completely laid up for the rest of the afternoon, petrified that I was going to throw up. Did I mention that I do NOT throw up? I do everything in my power to avoid it at all costs, no matter what. Even when I know I will feel better afterwards. No thank you. Anyway, today sucked. That's pretty much the point of the story. But I managed to get this shot off for this week's Emulation Challenge in My Face is My Canvas. Can you believe this is our 25th week of emulation challenges??? If you haven't already checked out the group and you have even the slightest interest in face art photography, you owe it to yourself to stop by. And for those of you who haven't played in a while...hey, we miss you! ;)
Ok, time to watch the rest of last week's Lost in preparation for tonight's episode. Michelle and Daynna, prepare for the onslaught of texts and BBMs.
**Explored**
365 Days (self portraits): Day 343
My Face is My Canvas: Emulation #25