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Seriously.. I was amazed that my camera was reflected in this little guy's eye. I forget the species. I am sorry. Chime in if you know it!
Best viewed full size and on black to see the eye reflection.
Green Vine Snake. Thanks for the identity of this guy, folks!
Explore: Highest position: 423 on Tuesday, May 3, 2011
.First of all credit for this shot goes to Mary who took this on Friday morning while I was struggling to get into work. She took it from our bedroom window and I think it’s a really fine shot (had to say that obviously). Looking at the pic it looks like we live in the middle of nowhere in fact we are fairly close to the City centre, Hull University is just behind the trees. We have lived here 20 years and have never seen it look so wintryTHANKS FOR YOUR VISIT HAVE A GREAT DAY
Mejor pincha aquí para ver en grande sobre negro o pulsa 'L'.
Better click here to view this large on black or press 'L'.
© Derechos de Autor. Esta fotografía no podra usarse sin mi consentimiento escrito.
© All rights reserved, don´t use this image without my permission.
Huesca: Album/Set
Castillos/castles: Album/Set
Paisajes/landscapes: Album/Set
Panoramics: Album/Set
Explore: 16 Jan 2011 in # 9 [Frontpage]
Canon 450D + CANON EF24-105 4L IS USM, @24mm, 1/40 sec, f/22, ISO 100
No Tripod, Date 04/08/2010 19:28:20
Panoramica compuesta por dos tomas, de la cara oeste del Castillo de Lorarre.
Panoramic of two shots, of the west side of Loare´s castle.
Hoy hace un año de mi comienzo en flickr, comienzos casi siempre duros, sino conoces gente que esté introducida en este pequeño mundo. Yo creo que flickr es un cajón en el que hay miles de buenas fotos y personas, que están por descubrir. Mención especial quiero hacer a mi cuñado Jesús, quien me introdujo en este mundo de flickr y me ayudo en mis comienzos.
Quiero agradecer a todos los que vitáis mi galería con asiduidad, a los que la han visitado en alguna ocasión, a los que os gusta comentar, etc... Porque gracias a todos tengo las fuerzas y la motivación para seguir adelante.
Esta fotografía que os quiero mostrar, posiblemente representa una de las variantes fotográficas que más me gusta. En exteriores, donde en gran medida intervienen las condiciones climatológicas y tienes que conjuntarte con ellos para conseguir algo irrepetible. Llevo un tiempo pensando en la fotografía que quería subir este día, y después de varias candidatas esta ha sido la elegida, el resto de ellas están o estarán pronto en mi galería.
En este tiempo, he tenido encuentros y desencuentros, pero sobre todo buenos momentos. He conocido a un grupo de personas con las que he tenido una mayor afinidad y ha crecido una bonita amistad, de la ahora estoy muy orgulloso. Entre ellos están Gema, Eber, Pilar, Teresa, Toñy, Anna, Nathalie, Javi, Raúl, Juanma, Jesús, Rafael, Jesús CM. Con algunos he compartido técnicas, opiniones o simplemente momentos inolvidables e incluso en algún caso conocernos en persona.
Espero seguir compartiendo con todos mi forma de ver las cosas bajo el prisma de mi cámara. Yo como apasionado de la fotografía, disfruto viendo vuestras fotografías, e incluso en muchos casos aprendo de vosotros.
English:
Today makes it a year since I opened my Flickr account. It is always difficult to begin in a place like this when you don't know anyone who has been around here for a while. I believe Flickr is like a big drawer where there are thousands of good photographs and people to be discovered. I'd like to thank my brother-in-law Jesús, who introduced me to Flickr and helped me in my beginnings.
I would also like to thank all the people who visit my photostream regularly, those who visit it occasionally, those who like leaving comments, etc.... because thanks to all these people I have the strength and the motivation to keep going.
This picture that I want to share with you, possibly represents one of the photographic variations I like the most. It's taken in the open, where the weather conditions play an important part and you have to adjust to them to capture something special. I have been thinking for a while which picture I would like to publish today and this has been my choice; the rest of the pictures that were in my final selection will also be published soon.
In this past year I have had good times and also misunderstandings. I got to know a group of people with whom I've shared more and become friends, of which I am very proud; among these: Gema, Eber, Pilar, Teresa, Toñy, Anna, Nathalie, Javi, Raúl, Juanma, Jesús, Rafael, Jesús CM. With some of them I've shared techniques, opinions or simply special moments and I have even met a few in person.
I hope to be able to go on sharing the world as I see it through my camera lense. Being myself passionate about photography, I enjoy looking at your pictures and in many cases, learning from you.
Madrid (Spain).
ENGLISH
The Jardines del Buen Retiro or Parque del Buen Retiro (literally "Gardens" or "Park of the Pleasant Retreat"), or simply El Retiro, the "Lungs of Madrid", is the main park of the city of Madrid, capital of Spain.
The Parque del Buen Retiro is a large and popular 1.4 km² (350-acre) park at the edge of the city center, very close to the Puerta de Alcalá and not far from the Museo del Prado. A magnificent park, filled with beautiful sculpture and monuments, galleries, a peaceful lake and host to a variety of events, it is one of Madrid's premier attractions. The park is entirely surrounded by the present-day city.
In 1505, at the time of Isabella I (r. 1474–1504) the Monasterio de Jerónimos was moved from an unsuitable location elsewhere to the present site of Iglesia de San Jerónimo el Real, and a new monastery built in Isabelline Gothic style. The royal family had a retreat built as part of the church.
King Philip II (r. 1556–1598) moved the Spanish court to Madrid in 1561. Philip had the Retiro enlarged by his architect Juan Bautista de Toledo, and formal avenues of trees were laid out. Here, at the Palacio del Buen Retiro, the king could withdraw during Lent, bringing the court with him.
The "Jardines del Buen Retiro" were extended in the 1620s, when Gaspar de Guzmán, Count-Duke of Olivares, Philip IV's powerful favourite, gave the king several tracts of land in the vicinity for the Court's recreational use. Olivares determined to build, in a place that the king liked, a royal house which should be superior to those villas that Roman nobles had lately been setting up in the hillyt outskirts of Rome. Although this second royal residence was to be built in what were then outlying areas of Madrid, it was actually not far from the existing Alcázar or fortress residence, and the location in a cool, wooded area proved to be ideal.
More info: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parque_del_Buen_Retiro
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CASTELLANO
Los Jardines del Buen Retiro, popularmente conocidos como El Retiro, son un parque de 118 hectáreas situado en Madrid. Es uno de los lugares más significativos de la capital española.
Los Jardines tienen su origen entre los años 1630 y 1640, cuando el Conde-Duque de Olivares (Don Gaspar de Guzmán y Pimentel), valido de Felipe IV (1621–1665), le regaló al rey unos terrenos que le habían sido cedidos por el Duque de Fernán Núñez para el recreo de la Corte en torno al Monasterio de los Jerónimos de Madrid. Así, con la reforma del Cuarto Real que había junto al Monasterio, se inició la construcción del Palacio del Buen Retiro. Contaba entonces con unas 145 hectáreas. Aunque esta segunda residencia real iba a estar en lo que en aquellos tiempos eran las afueras de la villa de Madrid, no estaba excesivamente lejos del alcázar y resultó ser un lugar muy agradable por estar en una zona muy boscosa y fresca.
Bajo la dirección de los arquitectos Giovanni Battista Crescenzi y Alonso Carbonell se construyeron diversos edificios, entre ellos el teatro del Buen Retiro que acogió representaciones teatrales de los grandes del Siglo de Oro, Calderón de la Barca y Lope de Vega. Perduran aún el Casón del Buen Retiro, antiguo Salón de Baile, el Museo del Ejército, antaño Salón de Reinos con sus paredes decoradas con pinturas de Velázquez, Zurbarán y frescos de Lucas Jordán y los jardines.
Éstos se levantaron al mismo tiempo que el palacio, trabajando en ellos, entre otros, Cosme Lotti, escenógrafo del Gran Duque de Toscana, y edificándose una leonera para la exhibición de animales salvajes y una pajarera para aves exóticas. El estanque grande, escenario de naumaquias y espectáculos acuáticos, el estanque ochavado o de las campanillas y la ría chica pertenecen a este período inicial.
A lo largo de la historia, en este conjunto se han ido efectuando modificaciones, no siempre planificadas, que cambiaron la fisonomía del jardín, como el Parterre diseñado durante el reinado de Felipe V (1700–1746), la Real Fábrica de Porcelana del Buen Retiro en tiempos de Carlos III (1759–1788) o el Observatorio Astronómico, obra de Juan de Villanueva, reinando Carlos IV (1788–1808). El rey Carlos III fue el primero en permitir el acceso de los ciudadanos al recinto, siempre que cumpliesen con la condición de ir bien aseados y vestidos.
Más info: es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buen_Retiro
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Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes always perseveres. Love never fails.
1 Corinthians 13: 4-8
In memory of Josh McGee who was laid to rest January 11, 2008. I work with his Mother and Step-Father.
there is nothing I'm more aware of than how fragile I am.
Today is one of those days where I feel like the world is against me and lately that's all the time...school is over on friday, I don't know if it's a good thing or not, I need to pass junior year.
for everyone who is wondering what is written on my hand its talking about how fragile and breakable we are. I also wrote on my fingers "this will all be worth it, keep going" to motivate myself to finish writing all over my hand.
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June 6, 2010
I've had this idea in my head for ages and don't know whether I had it before or after I saw Tim Wallace's (Ambient Life) shot. I like to think it was before, but if not well it's a total rip of his. I've been waiting for the exact conditions to get it and tonight they finally came together. The low sun and cloud formation worked a treat and the sea was sweeping in far enough to eradicate my foot prints but not strong enough to either move or wash away the chair.
All in all I'm pleased.
I left Aaron at 7.30am to go and catch the school bus, it was blizzarding outside really hard and everytime I tried to get out of bed, Aaron tightened his vice-like grip around me. It was torture. i was in school for a total of 1.15hrs, before the snow got so bad I had to go home.
So I got home and we decided to make fajitas and brownies with cranberries in them (thanks Aaron's mom for sending them across!) and then we went hill climbing to my favourite hill! This was probably the most horrifically cold shoot I've ever done. I was freezing. Aaron was freezing, and he was in a big Michelin Man coat, scarf, gloves, hat, everything!!
I fell over like 60 times and Aaron didn't fall once. He captured it on video at one point, so we'll post that on the blog later tonight! You can see how hard it is snowing!
It is so awesome to have him here, I am the happiest person in the world right now. We are going out for food materials tonight, yum!
And a before and after for ClaireBear is now up on our blog! :)
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Inspired by lyrics in this song (Explicit lyrics and content)
Still catching up on editing from my trip to see Hannah. This was the last setup shot we did, though I still have a few other shots I will be editing as well. It's a good thing this was the last shot we did too because the fake blood stained us both pretty badly. And by badly I mean it's a week later and I just got rid of the last of it. Totally worth it though. As I've mentioned in my other descriptions from this trip, it's awesome to work with someone who shares a similar vision. I mentioned this idea to her the first day I got there and instead of looking at me like I was nuts she was already talking details about how we'd do it. I also have to give her major props for interpreting how I was telling her to pose too because I had blood near my eyes and couldn't see what was going on until we were done shooting. It was really cool to get home and see all her different poses and it ended up being very hard to pick which one I liked the most.
YOU REALLY HAVE TO VIEW IT ON BUHLACK! please? :o3
again the title is from Tom Felton's song.
uhh, Time Well Spent. LOL
nice song as usual 8D
one of my favorites.
yay i painted my toesies red!
and my flipflops are green.
so, Happy Christmas? lol.
okay i am corny.
hope ya'll like deez one 8D
i have to go to sleep.
EXAMS TOMORROW.
GEOMETRY and one of the most complicated and misunderstood, MUSIC.
HAHA
pray for me! i'll need it. so bad T_T
night flickr! *hugss*
Strobist Info:
Bare SB24 Camera Right Lighting up Turquoise Wall
SB800 in Shoot Thru Brolly Camera Right to Light up Models
SB24 in Shoot Thru Brolly Camera Right to Light up Brick Wall
Nikon D300
Sigma 18-50mm 2.8
Pocket Wizard Plus II's
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
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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A beautiful song and video..
A photo from the summer. I was commissioned by TreasureDress..blog post and photos on facebook will come soon!
Hope you're all well and happy :)
My Participation for 3rd round of MELO.
www.moc-pages.com/group.php/25974
It was meant to represent something about this region... but I got eliminated.
Listen Moon - George Winston
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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Edie Brickell & New Bohemians - Circle
When I'm by myself it's
the best way to be.
chiudo gli occhi e penso
cavalco le onde del tempo
arrivo sulle radure del passato
(jalesh)
Hare ~ Havergate Island ~ Orford Ness ~ Sufflolk ~ England ~ Saturday July 25th 2015.
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Well, on Saturday I was mostly on Havergate Island in Orford Ness, Suffolk....Where I managed to capture this guy munching away in the early evening sunshine....although to get this shot I had to crawl 200m on my belly with my backpack on my back, to get close enough to get a half decent shot! The hare must have thought I was a giant tortoise lol...either way, he was nonplussed enough to let me get to within 4 feet of him...which was nice.:)
Have a wonderful Thursday Ya'll..:)
Hare ~ From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia ~
"Jackrabbit", "Lepus", and "Leveret" For other uses, see Hare (disambiguation), Jackrabbit (disambiguation), Lepus (disambiguation) and Leveret (disambiguation).
Hares and jackrabbits are leporids belonging to the genus Lepus. Hares are classified into the same family as rabbits and are of similar size, form, and diet as rabbits. They are generally herbivorous, long-eared, and fast runners, and typically live solitarily or in pairs. Hare species are native to Africa, Eurasia, North America, and the Japanese archipelago.
Five leporid species with "hare" in their common names are not considered true hares: the hispid hare (Caprolagus hispidus), and four species known as red rock hares (comprising Pronolagus). Meanwhile, jackrabbits are hares rather than rabbits.
A hare less than one year old is called a leveret. The collective noun for a group of hares is a "drove"
Biology ~ Hares are swift animals: The European brown hare (Lepus europaeus) can run up to 56 km/h (35 mph). The five species of jackrabbit found in central and western North America are able to run at 64 km/h (40 mph), and can leap up to 3m (ten feet) at a time.
Normally a shy animal, the European brown hare changes its behavior in spring, when hares can be seen in daytime chasing one another; this appears to be competition between males to attain dominance (and hence more access to breeding females). During this spring frenzy, hares can be seen "boxing"; one hare striking another with its paws (probably the origin of the term "mad as a March hare"). For a long time, this had been thought to be intermale competition, but closer observation has revealed it is usually a female hitting a male to prevent copulation.
Differences from rabbits ~ Hares do not bear their young below ground in a burrow as do other leporids, but rather in a shallow depression or flattened nest of grass called a form. Young hares are adapted to the lack of physical protection, relative to that afforded by a burrow, by being born fully furred and with eyes open. They are hence precocial, and are able to fend for themselves soon after birth. By contrast, the related rabbits and cottontail rabbits are altricial, having young that are born blind and hairless.
All rabbits (except the cottontail rabbits) live underground in burrows or warrens, while hares (and cottontail rabbits) live in simple nests above the ground, and usually do not live in groups. Hares are generally larger than rabbits, with longer ears, and have black markings on their fur. Hares have not been domesticated, while rabbits are kept as house pets. The domestic pet known as the "Belgian hare" is a rabbit that has been selectively bred to resemble a hare.
Hares have jointed, or kinetic, skulls, unique among mammals. They have 48 chromosomes while rabbits have 44.
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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.
Highly recommended.
This photo was taken one night in The Old Churchyard, an old graveyard located in the middle of Reykjavík.
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pleaseeee
these horses all have native american names, the one on the far left, Cabias(cuh-bye-uh), is the one I grew up riding, the one of the far right is thelittle baby camanche (cuh-man-cheee) (sp) and then juranamo (jur- rana- mo) hahahah is her daddy, in the middle.
Secret, when i was like thirteen i was obsessed with horses and i saved up around 600 or so dollars for one but was told i couldn't have one so i bought an electric scooter instead
hahahahaah
i like this
And a funny thing happened. Once I got the earlier version up on flickr, I saw what was lacking (or so I thought.) I brought it outside and loaded up one of my big 10 inch brushes with some ink and two kinds of gold pigment. I practiced my 'swing' intending to aim the spray across the bulk of the mountian. I swished the brush and a big swath of gold goes right across the moon! Oh no!.. I then notice how sweet it looks dripping down over the mountain, which accomplishes what I wanted anyway, some sense of atmosphere and integration between earth and sky. A few careful spritzs of the spray bottle clears the moon of the gold and its good to go!
Soundtrack: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ioL44VcIjvU
Piece is named after an intriguing piece of modern classical music by the Armenian Composer Alan Hovhaness, who is very mystical in his work I think. I remember in college trying to write a paper I could not stand and hearing the music and my mind instantly wandered far far away from the mundane task at hand
Thank you all my dears Flickr friends for your sweet comments! I do appreciate them very, very much
Heaven's not enough Kanno Youko
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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.
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Out in the middle of nowhere on a desert world, a bustling city rises from the sands.
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This Vid is freaking bloody smoking
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OsoYyybyzFc
One More For My.......... Indigo Girls
Album: Swamp Ophelia
Title: Touch Me Fall
I'm waking from a dream
The neighborhood is green
All the sounds I’ve missed
All the years
Come down to wedding death and fear
I'll I’ve heard has been in vain
Like water on a stain
Touch me
I'm so beautiful
Rub your hands
Across my head
Just like this
Come with me
Now.......... it's not worth it
If you don't
Are you hiding
I am hiding
Cypress moon
bald in June
Like the granite
In a stream
Swamp Ophelia
I'm torn down
Let your waters
Let me drown
Touch me
I'm so beautiful
Rub your hands
Across my head
Just like this
Come with me
Now .......it's not worth it
If you don't
Are you crying
I am crying
Jump jump
Jump so high
Watch me let you down
If I stumble
I will stumble
If I fall
I will fall
I'm trying to hold it
Like rain in a river
Everything is
Getting bigger
Better this
Won't last forever
Touch me fall
Touch me fall
Jump jump
Jump so high
Watch me let you down
If I stumble
I will stumble
If I fall
I will fall
I'm trying to hold it
Like rain in a river
Everything is
Getting bigger
Better this
Won't last forever
Touch me fall
oscar wilde is seriously freakin' magical.
so yeah... this is my favorite dress. it's way too fancy/victorian to wear on non-special occasions, but i waited for ages for it to get restocked on the website i bought it from, and then just blew 60 dollars on the spot as soon as it was. it was painful, but sooo worth it. also, had to break out my grandmother's fake pearls that i wore back in 9th grade when that was still cool, haha. whatever. i'm really happy with this.
i actually tend to do this regularly anyway, just without the nice dresses and pearls. also, after i came inside, i discovered an ant on my boob. not cool.
yesterday i found out my ex is living in my dorm next year. seriously not cool. 20,000 undergrads and you'd think i would be able to get away from one kid.. but nope. repeat of last semester here i come wooooohoooooooooo NOT.
yeah i don't have much else to say, i feel bad, haha. no epic stories. :S i've been a really boring person lately.
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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.
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The Crown Fountain
Unusual to see this early in the morning without the crowd of splashing, yelling children that play in it all during the warm weather.
Designed by Spanish artist Jaume Plensa and inspired by the people of Chicago, The Crown Fountain is a major addition to the city's world-renowned public art collection.
The fountain consists of two 50-foot glass block towers at each end of a shallow reflecting pool. The towers project video images from a broad social spectrum of Chicago citizens, a reference to the traditional use of gargoyles in fountains, where faces of mythological beings were sculpted with open mouths to allow water, a symbol of life, to flow out. Plensa adapted this practice by having faces of Chicago citizens projected on LED screens and having water flow through a water outlet in the screen to give the illusion of water spouting from their mouths. The collection of faces, Plensa's tribute to Chicagoans, was taken from a cross-section of 1,000 residents.
The fountain, which anchors the southwest corner of Millennium Park at Michigan Avenue and Monroe Streets, is a favorite of both children and families. The water is on from mid-spring through mid-fall each year (weather permitting,) while the images remain on year-round.
A fountain is the memory of nature, this marvelous sound of a little river in the mountains translated to the city. For me, a fountain doesn't mean a big jet of water. It means humidity, the origin of life.
-Jaume Plensa
This is captured on a small island in the Norwegian archipelago. The ice age shaped this landscape when the land was covered by glaciers. Another photo from the same island can be seen here. A b&w version with a different crop and treatment is available here.
The picture is inspired by the great works of valpopando.
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This gonna be my last sunrise photo for a little while! You know, waking up at 4:30am, then drive another hour to the location, isn't an easy task to me after all!! =P
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Starlings are small to medium-sized passerine birds in the family Sturnidae. The name "Sturnidae" comes from the Latin word for Starling, sturnus. Starlings occur naturally in the Old World, from Europe, Asia and Africa, to northern Australia and the islands of the tropical Pacific. Several European and Asian species have been introduced to these areas as well as North America, Hawaii and New Zealand, where they generally compete for habitat with native birds and are considered to be invasive species.
Recomiendo verla en grande. Large View.
Esta foto se la quería dedicar a aquellos que les gustan las fotos callejeras, que a mi tanto me gustan pero que por mi vergüenza me cuesta tanto practicar. Me siento extraño robando la intimidad de personas que no conozco.
Se la dedico especialmente a dos maestros en este arte, a mi paisano Ariasgonzalo y a Wilillo, porque me hacen disfrutar mucho con este tipo de fotos.
La foto fue tomada en una callejuela de Segovia y me llamó mucho la atención la forma de la calle y el duro camino que le fataba a la señora por recorrer, con su compra diaria en la mano.
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Los Mallos de Riglos están situados en la localidad de Riglos, en la provincia de Huesca (España), unos 45 Km. al noroeste de Huesca capital.
Situados en el prepirineo oscense, están formados de conglomerados del mioceno, sedimentos con cantos rodados de tamaño significativo cementados por grava y arena, que tuvieron su origen en los conos de deyección de cauces que vertían hacia la antigua depresión central del Ebro. Estos depósitos aluviales han sido elevados por plegamientos de las capas inferiores y posteriormente erosionados, dando lugar a estas impresionantes paredes, de las que hay otros ejemplos menores en la cercana Agüero y en otros puntos del prepirineo.
Es un paraíso de montañeros, escaladores, y amantes de la naturaleza, con fácil acceso superior para unos y con espectaculares paredes verticales de aspecto redondeado para otros y que inspiraron la asignación de sus nombres: El Puro, El Pisón, Castilla, Volaos, Cuchillo, Frenchín, Visera y Fire. Por sus paredes han pasado la mayor parte de los escaladores españoles, incluyendo a los míticos Alberto Rabadá y Ernesto Navarro que abrieron muchas de las vías de escalada de los Mallos de Riglos.
Una leyenda cuenta que anteriormente había en los Mallos de Riglos una aldea, Foz de Escalete, en la que vivía una anciana bruja gigantesca. Su aspecto y tamaño atemorizaban a los aldeanos y cansada de esto, levantó las inmensas rocas y allí se escondió de todos.
La Mussara, Tarragona (Spain).
EnFoCa: 2ª KDD - "Los Castillejos" i La Mussara [22/03/2009].
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La Mussara is a town in Tarragona that has been left about 50 years ago. It is on the edge of a cornice of the Muntanyes de Prades, at 990m. height, and thence there are spectacular views of all Tarragona.
It appears mentioned in documents in 1173 where it states that the town already was inhabited. The church of La Mussara appears mentioned in a bull of Celestine III in 1194. The temple maintained the category of parish until in 1534 it passed to depend on the one on Vilaplana. Nowadays about the church of San Salvador, built on the previous one of gothic style, it only left the four walls and the bell tower of 1859. As peculiar things of this town, it was named ranas to its inhabitants because when it rained a little, it formed a great pool in the only street of the town. Also from here it comes the Catalan saying “baixar de La Mussara” (to lower of La Mussara), equivalent to the Castilian “bajar de la higuera” or “bajar de la parra”.
The Mussara gave up exist officially in January 1960, and nobody knows so that of its depopulation. It is attributed mainly to the phylloxera plague, but that is not a zone in which the culture of the grapevine is important, reason why almost surely that the abandonment could have to the water shortage... or simply that the population was scattered and there they lacked the more basic things like a doctor, a rector, electricity or telephone. All this halo of mystery in the disappearance of the town and the place in which it has given cause to a series of histories and legend that borders the fantasy and the superstition, cataloguing La Mussara like a “damn town”.
Inside the church and in the cemetery black masses are celebrated. Proof of it is the esoteric symbols that sometimes appear painted in the walls. In many corners of the town also they are deposited branches of flowers. There is one who has heard helmets of horses in the neighborhood of the church, or even chimes of the same church (that does not have bell). There is people who say to feel a species of call that it impels to him to go to La Mussara. A friend mine, who is neighboring of the zone, commented me that some years ago a man raised in his car, stopped minutes next to the pool, and soon he went at full speed to the precipice of the viewpoint.
Some hikers who have themselves bold to spend the night there have seen luminous shades, or figures moving between the houses and losing themselves behind the trees. Even there are witnesses of UFO sightings. But in which they agree more most of phenomena it is in the cold fog that appears suddenly and that it disorients people immersed in her, in such a way that what for them can seem minutes, soon they discover in its clocks that have spent hours. The electrical apparatuses also are altered.
From remote times to well entered 20th century, that zone has been land of witches. It counts the legend that during the carlists wars soldiers went to the cemetery of La Mussara to unearth a carlist general called Cercós (really Isidre Pàmies i Borràs, named general for a reason or purpose posthumous by Carlos VII) to shoot it (or to hang it, according to other sources), although already was dead. The fog confused to them and unearthed and shot the body of a old witch (l'àvia Boronada). This caused that the fog thickened still more to his around and that the soldiers fled terrified when occurring account of the error. One tells that this unleashed a curse on them.
Another legend talks about a rock near, which who steps on it or it jumps it passes to a parallel dimension, “Vila del Sis” (Town of the Six). It is know the case of a pair of “boletaires” (pickers of mushrooms) that went by the zone looking for mushrooms in October 1991. They were speaking one with another one calmly, watching the ground, when one of them, Enrique Martinez Ortiz, it let respond, and until now it has not been known nothing else about him. He was neighboring of the place and he perfectly knew the land, reason why doubt that was had lost. Searches by the zone were organized during days, with the participation of soldiers of a close barracks, with unfruitful result.
It is all truth or lie, which is clear is that La Mussara is a place surrounded by natural beauty by its landscape, and of mystery by its undocumented history.
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La Mussara es un pueblo de Tarragona que lleva unos 50 años abandonado. Está al borde de una cornisa de las Muntanyes de Prades, a unos 990m. de altura, y desde allí hay unas vistas espectaculares de toda Tarragona.
Aparece citado en documentos de 1173 donde consta que el pueblo estaba ya habitado. La iglesia de La Mussara aparece citada en un bula de Celestino III de 1194. El templo mantuvo la categoría de parroquia hasta que en 1534 pasó a depender de la de Vilaplana. Hoy en día de la iglesia de San Salvador, construída sobre la anterior de estilo gótico, sólo quedan las cuatro paredes y el campanario de 1859. Como cosas curiosa de este pueblo, a sus habitantes se les llamaba ranas porque cuando llovía un poco se formaba una gran charca en la única calle del pueblo. También de aquí proviene el dicho catalán "baixar de la Mussara" (bajar de la Mussara), equivalente al castellano "bajar de la higuera" o "bajar de la parra".
La Mussara dejó de existir oficialmente en enero de 1960, y nadie sabe el por qué de su despoblación. Se atribuye principalmente a la plaga de filoxera, pero aquella no es una zona en que el cultivo de la vid sea importante, por lo que casi seguro que el abandono se pudo deber a la escasez de agua... o simplemente que la población ya estaba muy diseminada y allí faltaban las cosas más básicas, como médico, rector, electricidad o teléfono. Todo este halo de misterio en la desaparición del pueblo y el lugar en que se encuentra han dado pie una serie de historias y leyendas que rozan la fantasía y la superstición, catalogando La Mussara como "pueblo maldito".
En el interior de la iglesia y en el cementerio se celebran misas negras. Prueba de ello son los símbolos esotéricos que a veces aparecen pintados por las paredes. En muchos rincones del pueblo también se encuentran depositados ramos de flores. Hay quien ha oído cascos de caballos en los alrededores de la iglesia, o incluso campanadas de la misma iglesia (que no tiene campana). Hay gente que dice sentir una especie de llamada que le impulsa a ir a La Mussara. Un amigo mío, que es vecino de la zona, me comentó que no hace muchos años un hombre subió en su coche, se detuvo unos minutos al lado de la charca, y luego se dirigió a toda velocidad al barranco del mirador.
Algunos excursionistas que se han atrevido a pasar la noche allí han visto sombras, o figuras luminosas moviéndose entre las casas y perdiéndose tras los árboles. Incluso hay testigos de avistamientos OVNI. Pero en lo que más coinciden la mayoría de fenómenos es en la fría niebla que aparece de repente y que desorienta a los que se ven inmersos en ella, de tal modo que lo que para ellos pueden parecer minutos, luego descubren en sus relojes que han pasado horas. Los aparatos eléctricos también se ven alterados.
Desde tiempos remotos hasta bien entrado el siglo XX, aquella zona ha sido tierra de brujas. Cuenta la leyenda que durante las guerras carlistas unos soldados fueron al cementerio de La Mussara a desenterrar a un general carlista llamado Cercós (realmente Isidre Pàmies i Borràs nombrado general a título póstumo por Carlos VII) para fusilarlo (o colgarlo, según otras fuentes), aunque ya estuviera muerto. La niebla les confundió y desenterraron y fusilaron el cuerpo de una anciana bruja (l'àvia Boronada). Esto provocó que la niebla se espesara aún más a su alrededor y que los soldados huyeran despavoridos al darse cuenta del error. Se cuenta que esto desató una maldición sobre ellos.
Otra leyenda habla de una roca cercana, que quien la pisa o la salta pasa a una dimensión paralela, a la "Vila del Sis" (Villa del Seis). Se conoce el caso de una pareja de "boletaires" (recolectores de setas) que iban por la zona buscando setas en octubre de 1991. Iban hablando uno con otro tranquilamente, mirando al suelo, cuando uno de ellos, Enrique Martínez Ortiz, dejó de responder, y hasta ahora no se ha sabido nada más de él. Era vecino del lugar y se conocía perfectamente el terreno, por lo que se duda que se hubiera perdido. Se organizaron batidas por la zona durante días, con la participación de soldados de un cuartel próximo, con resultado infructuoso.
Sea todo ello verdad o mentira, lo que está claro es que La Mussara es un lugar rodeado de belleza natural por su paisaje, y de misterio por su historia indocumentada.
Más info: ca.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Mussara, www.franrecio.com/investigaciones/la_mussara_pueblo_maldi...
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A young buck strolls though the park as the sun breaks though the Pacific fog deep in the redwood forest. My wife and while out driving without knowing where we were going had accidentally discovered a nearby redwood park that was often laden with fog from San Francisco Bay. At the time, all I had was a simple point and shoot Olympus camera and we didn't have all the filters you would have with an SLR camera and I had not yet learned to use the manual modes. The walk through the park remarkable but unfortunately the camera just wasn't up to the task of taking the pictures under these conditions.
I never throw away an image and I was glad I held on to this one. As I was digging though my old photographs and realized that this shot had some potential especially given that I've learned a lot about Camera RAW And Photoshop. One of the things I had recently learned was that you could load the old JPEG images in Camera RAW. With a bit of work in Camera RAW and then Photoshop, I had a photograph that reminded me of that day and made hanging on to the image worth it all.
Olympus C5050Z
f / 1.8
s 1/30s
ISO 78
A cheap tripod
Processed in:
Adobe Camera RAW 5.5
Photoshop CS4
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After a 3 day absence...:Flash" came home again...I think he was out looking for a "Special Mate "...lol...we got up to 4 inches of new snow also...I was down taking photos of him...and I always talk to my friend...If my neighbors see me by the brushpile..in the woods...(what appears to them that I am talking to myself)....I am afraid they may call "The Crazy Bus "...to "Happy Hollow "....lol....
Below...Snooping for more "Freebies."...and his "Brushpile"....
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