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Ex #7 First time I had been here when the tide was out, totally different place. I scrambled around for 20mins looking for a spot to get the sunrise, then came back to where I had started.
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La Mussara, Tarragona (Spain).
EnFoCa: 2ª KDD - "Los Castillejos" i La Mussara [22/03/2009].
ENGLISH
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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CASTELLANO
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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Ultimas noticias de la nieve tras la borrasca
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Dans la vocifération blanche
d’une tempête,
on distingue quelquefois un flocon méritant.
Mais le tumulte ne peut se
l’adjoindre.
Délaissé,
il tombera seul, dans la lourdeur tragique
du temps.
(François Jacqmin, Belgique, né 1929.
Extrait de Le livre de la neige publié en 1990)
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Engtre los gritos blancos
de la tempestad,
se distingue a veces un copo benemérito
aislado.
Pero se pierde en el tumulto .
Abandonado,
se perderá en su soledad
y en la trágica inmensidad
del tiempo.
(François Jacqmin, Bélgica, 1929. Sacado de
El libro de la nieve, 1990, versión española K)
Photo: Pic du Midi de Bigorre, descente à ski de la face sud. L'oriflamme rouge.
Foto: Esperando turno junto al precipicio.
Hilo de la Fotohistoria en Pullip .es: SHIN'S BASS SOLO (1 of 1) /
EL SOLO DE SHIN (1 de 1)
(Read in order, this is: SHOT/FOTO 01 of 48) PAG: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48.
LINKS:
- FOTOHISTORIAS en casa de Sheryl en el Foro de Pullips: Pullip .es
- Hilo de las Fotohistorias de Shin y Yashiro en el Foro de Pullips: Pullip .es
- Hilo de la Relación entre Shin y Yashiro en la sección de Penpals de Pullip .es
- Ayrin and Sheryl PHOTOSTORIES at Flickr
King Neptune and his court BIG On Black
King Neptune and his court ready to begin the ceremony.
King Neptune, Queen, five Police, Barber, Astronomer, Doctor and Nurse
Baptism on the line, also called equatorial baptism, is an initiation ritual sometimes performed as a ship crosses the Equator, involving water baptism of passengers or crew who have never crossed the Equator before. The ceremony is sometimes explained as being an initiation into the court of King Neptune.
The ritual is the subject of a painting by Matthew Benedict named The Mariner's Baptism and of a 1961 book by Henning Henningsen named Crossing the Equator: Sailor's Baptism and Other Initiation Rites.
After a rainy day a beatiful sunset.
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The Moon does not orbit Earth in a perfect circle. Instead, it follows an elliptical path that brings it 50,000 kilometres closer to our planet on one side of its orbit. On 12 December, the Moon will enter its full phase, when its disc appears completely illuminated by the Sun, just four hours after reaching its closest point to Earth. This will make it 14% bigger and 30% brighter than other full Moons in 2008. It will be eight years before the Moon appears so big again. Also it is expected to have an effect on Earth's tides.
Photo of the moon taken at its closest point to Earth in the northern hemisphere on 12 December 2008 around midnight. The full Moon will also appear higher in the sky than any other year. At this time the moon will shine down from nearly overhead. The landscape of Château de Peyrepertuse is a PS composite. Photo properties ISO100, 1/400s, f/7.1, zoom 648mm and spot metering
Op 12 december bereikt de maan tevens de kleinste afstand tot de aarde in 356.567 kilometer. De Volle Maan van deze avond dan ook de grootste van het jaar. De maan is 14% groter en 30% lichter als normaal. 's Nachts kunnen we de maan vaak zien. Overdag staat ze ook wel eens aan de hemel, maar dan is ze minder opvallend omdat de zon schijnt. In de avond, de nacht, of in de vroege ochtend zie je haar des te beter. Het lijkt alsof ze licht geeft, net als de zon. Maar de maan geeft geen licht. Ze wordt beschenen door de zon, net als de aarde. Het licht weerkaatst en daarom lijkt het of de maan schijnt. Toch is het zonder maan 's nachts een tikje donkerder dan met de maan. Met een heldere, volle maan kun je 's nachts zelfs een schaduw van jezelf op de grond zien! De maan hoort bij de aarde. Met z'n tweeën suizen ze door het heelal, ieder jaar een rondje om de zon. De maan draait ook nog een ander rondje; ze draait om de aarde. Ze doet er bijna een maand over om één rondje te gaan. De maan is zelf natuurlijk ook heel groot. Ze heeft dus ook haar eigen zwaartekracht. Sterker nog; de maan trekt een beetje aan de aarde. Dat merk je aan het water van de zee. Als het vloed wordt, wil de maan het water als het ware naar zich toe trekken. Dat lukt natuurlijk niet, want de aarde trekt veel harder. Maar je merkt het wel! Het water komt dan veel verder op het strand. Dat gebeurt elke dag twee keer. De maan trekt niet alleen aan het water, zelfs de bergen zijn een paar millimeter hoger als de maan boven hun toppen staat! Het maanlandschap bestaat uit heuvels, kraters, zand en rotsen. Waar de zon schijnt is het gloeiend heet; 100 graden Celsius boven nul. Waar geen zon komt vriest het 150 graden Celsius onder nul.
www.flexijourney.com/blog/greenland-the-beauty/
Explore # 1 // Dec 23 2005
www.vagabondish.com/photo-frozen-monolith-greenland/
www.lounge.fm/ressort/entspannung/
kathika.com/travel-photo-of-the-day-iceberg-off-greenland/
innovationeye.wordpress.com/2009/10/11/community-manageme...
www.squidoo.com/planning-wedding-photography
thelastminuteblog.com/2009/07/29/how-to-keep-cool-during-...
openpolitics.com/2009/04/12/optimistic_assets_the_banking...
www.lounge.fm/2010/07/14/visuelle-erfrischung/
featured.matternetwork.com/2011/1/greenland-next-rare-ear...
triggerpit.com/2011/02/07/incredible-icebergs-37-pics/
wordful.com/5-gentle-seo-tips-for-creative-writers/
salveo.tumblr.com/post/8792045295
the-blue-river.squarespace.com/journal/
www.planetofsuccess.com/blog/2011/the-iceberg-theory-of-s...
twistedsifter.com/2013/07/iceberg-in-northeast-greenland-...
Edgar Degas - PAG7nnYIK8XTTA at Google Cultural Institute, Public Domain,
commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=13358755
Post processed in Topaz Impressionist Filters:
Entered in Timeless Dance Challenge in Mystic Challenge Group, November 2021 here:
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* Recreating Edgar Degas (1834 – 1917) Challenge - November 2021
www.flickr.com/groups/recreatingmasters/discuss/721577219...
Earned 4th place in the contest :)
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“La rana, messa in un recipiente d'acqua bollente, immediatamente balza fuori. Se invece l'acqua è a temperatura ambiente, la rana resta calma, senza manifestare alcun tentativo di fuga. Ora, se il recipiente è posto su una fonte di calore e la temperatura viene lentamente aumentata, dapprima la rana non reagisce e anzi mostra di gradire il tepore dell'acqua. Col crescere del calore, l'animale diviene sempre più confuso, frastornato e debole, tanto da non poter compiere il facile balzo che lo salverebbe. La rana resta ferma e finisce bollita."
Qualche altro scatto qui.
There's a whole year of my life, captured in photographs. There it is. It seemed like such a daunting task at the start, but so very exciting. Things like that are probably the best, though. Things so potentially scary, you just have to go for it, and you know that you're going to finish it, know that you have what it takes to see it through. I've stumbled along the way, I've taken some bad, no, terrible photos, I've missed a few days, but I've tried my hardest to make up for them. There aren't 365 photos in the group though, due to some files having multiple days in, and there are two images I haven't uploaded yet. So there should be 361 in total.
Looking back through the images is so strange. They bring back a lot of memories. Good ones, bad ones. A lot of good ones, though. Snow Day. Seeing so many bands that I love, such as The Flaming Lips, Amanda Palmer, Queens of The Stone Age, Rage Against The Machine, Patrick Wolf, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Nine Inch Nails, Mogwai, Mono, Holy Fuck, Adam Green, Animal Collective, Seasick Steve, and that's just to name a few. Photographing my friends for my University coursework. Hanging out and relaxing with the people I love. Kissing someone for the first time. You probably know who you are. I hope you do.
I can pretty much remember how I felt when I took each photo.
Then, there were also the times where I had too much work to take a decent photo. Where I had done something stupid and didn't know how to make it better (this probably happened more times then it should have done). Bad times. But I cannot stress how much of a fantastic year I've had, really. So much fun. I've made some amazing friends that I probably don't deserve, and kept old friendships going strong.
I was going to try and summarise all of my photos into sections, but there's just too much variety to do that. So here are a few:
I've used ten different cameras. I'm in about sixty of the photos. There are ten shoe/foot photos (so much less than I thought there would be). About seventy one shots are of my friends. Fifty three were shot on film. A bunch were of animals <3. I've broken two lenses in the space of one year.
I've had so much fun doing this project. I don't think it would have been so good if it wasn't for the constant encouragement from my family and friends, both online and offline. This project was as much about me as it was about the people around me. If you've given me positive or negative criticism, feedback, been a model, been an inspiration, helped me with an idea or even just briefly commented on one of my photos in passing, then I cannot thank you enough.
I think I've written too much. I don't really mind. This project has been a major part of my life for an entire year. There is a bug on the inside of my laptop screen.
Here are ten of my favourite photos from my year:
Three Studies for Figures at the Base of a Crucifixion
We Shall Call Him The Man With No Face
I'm well aware that there are twelve choices there. I like them too much.
Right, time for a rest. See you soon, Flickr.
mirandakarlifranjackjohnabbykatyukacrazybobinncourtsylviealiceetoileallansorryifImissedoutanyonesnames youallhelpedmealotthankyou
For the benefit of anyone who reads this, Miranda and I are not on good terms. I just thought it would be nice to say thanks to someone who helped me along the way at the start, even though we're not on good terms now
This fishing boat, Sea Breeze, suddenly appeared out of the fog from the ocean into the Noyo Harbor weighed down with the day's catch. I was a bit intriqued with what was in the baskets in back so zoomed in as he passed by. He was loaded with Sea Urchins, a delicacy of the ocean. After reading about Sea Urchins and their culinary contribution, I'm afraid I'm not a fan. I'll remember them more for the beautiful little sea creatures we found in the tide pools at McKerrichter State Beach.
Sea Urchins View On Black
Tide Pool-McKarrichter State Beach View On Black
The Night Porter... As U Like IT
Considered The Most Controversial Picture Of Our Time!
Set in 1957 Vienna, Liliana Cavani's film, The Night Porter is a disturbing, mesmerizing drama that viewers seem either to love or loathe. To be sure, this is not a film for everyone. Its subject matter is dark and difficult. The fascinating, if twisted, story is about the revival of an intense relationship that had started in a Nazi concentration camp – between Max, an SS officer and Lucia, one of the inmates.
Max is now, in 1957, a night porter in a hotel – the hotel that Lucia happens to visit with her. But when, at the opera, he looks at Lucia, and Lucia cannot resist turning her head to meet his gaze (and at a point in the opera where the words being sung are about how love sweetens troubles and all creatures sacrifice to love), Max, too, is drawn inexorably.
Despite what some reviewers seem to think, The Night Porter is absolutely not a skin flick, and nor is it a Nazi exploitation flick. It is a film about a relationship. It is about the power of a human connection and a little tenderness in an extreme situation – and about the power of extreme situations to create passion. It is about how intoxicating relationships having an element of control/power can be – and how intoxicating a mixture violence and loving tenderness can be. It is perhaps a warning about the all-consuming and potentially self-destructive power of an intense relationship.
The Night Porter has some very memorable scenes, and the acting of the main characters is superb. The subtlety and complexity of Charlotte Rampling's Lucia is staggering. It could have been played so badly, but Charlotte Rampling had the courage and the insight and the ability to give a breathtakingly brilliant performance, conveying strength as well as vulnerability, peacefulness as well as terror, intense desire as well as numbness, power and control as well as submission, lightness as well as darkness, heaven as well as hell.
Liliana Cavani has an eye for psychologically difficult and tension-increasing juxtapositions. In one scene, we hear Mozart's pure and heavenly music about the higher purpose of love and man and wife, while a concentration camp guard buggers a male prisoner, presumably not entirely consensually! In another scene, there is the eroticism of a topless dance together with the ghastly truth that the woman is dancing for the concentration camp guards who hold her and may one day execute her. In another, there is extreme violence mixed with passionate love.
Charlotte Rampling: www.imdb.com/name/nm0001648/
Dirk Bogarde: www.imdb.com/name/nm0001958/
A Short Extract:
au.youtube.com/watch?v=TfSdXK5sMM4
David Gregory-Interviews on The Night Porter with Liliana Cavani:
au.youtube.com/watch?v=_fhG12j9D6g
au.youtube.com/watch?v=L8gW7IDG1DU
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A zoomed 400mm telephoto' shot, taken from West Kirby beach with Hilbre Island to the right and the Point of Ayr on the Welsh coast to the left !
Shot in Raw with a daylight setting when it should have been sunny the whole image has been ' cooled ' down ! Just increased the contrast and added shadow ~ I like it, and I'm here to share it, but it is all subjective !
The two f*****g a*******s, in an attepmt to get to the island, despite warning signs saying not to cross at this point, walked right thro' all the feeding, wading birds, constantly disturbing them as they did so !
A few minutes after this shot was taken the couple were removed from the beach by a Ranger in a Land-Rover and taken to the correct starting point for crossing to the island a mile or so away ! Chatting to him a couple of hours later on my way home, he just shook his head saying the couple were completely indifferent to the birds plight and never even bothered to then cross to the island !
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This is a series of the famous "Victoria Reggia" the biggest Nymphaea in the world (apart from the Botanical Gardens in Rio de Janeiro (which entrance was in my previous picture - you can only find it in the Amazones) ... its most " peculiar" for it is white ... however if you get during the day somehow it turns into this pink colour - alias I did not know that ... I ran a lot and got this just before it was "closing" for the day; I cannot describe to you its beauty for its a huge lake with leaves heart-shapped and the water lilies popping up .. all is as it should be in Nature;
Legend has it that, a long time ago, the Tupis-Guaranis, indigenous people from Northern Brazil, told that every night, when the moon hid behind the hills far off on the horizon, it was going to live together with its favorite young ladies. They used to say that, if the moon could like one single girl, it would transform her into a star of the sky.
One night, the princess saw, in the clear waters of a lake, the image of the moon. The innocent girl wondered if the moon had come down to take her away, so she jumped in the deep waters to join the moon and its lovely young ladies. She was never seen again.
The moon, in return for the beautiful princess's sacrifice, transformed her into a different star, different from the all the others whose light lit up the night sky. So, the moon transformed the princess into a "Star of the Waters", whose flower is the "Vitória Régia".
At that moment, a new plant was born, whose scented white flowers blossom and unfurl only at night. And, when the sun appears in the early morning, the flowers change their color to soft pink:
This photo is dedicated to; my dear friend Irene for her belated birthday and wishing the best recuperation (and the water lilies are her favourites)
To another dear friend Beckie Child of God for her birthday(late) .
To dear Anna Maria also hopping all will be well soon, who loves History and Nature.
This is for dear Ellen for I "took her along" she loves flowers so much ...
and to dear friend ITALA whose hospitality I thank again
Of course to all of you my dear Friends and Contacts .. if you can go and see it its amazing. Of course also an homage to my Brazilian friends.
Pls if you have time do read all the info and Listen to the Music ..it's most relaxing... ENJOY!
Listen to: www.youtube.com/watch?v=xjutQ97DRhw&feature=related
Info see : en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Victoria_amazonica
pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vit%c3%b3ria-r%c3%a9gia
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I am sorry but I am a mostly OFF - so I cannot comment on all of you but will catch up as soon as I can,I am so behind
it has been an exhausting work week. i thought i'd spend the day out photographing but i got too lazy. hahaha. instead i took out an almost forgotten mini collection of Hummels and started photographing them. this figurine is very tiny (about one-inch tall) and it's actually part of a scene. i posted another shot below, but i like the simplicity of this one. hmmmm, i may have a mini series of this collection - don't worry, i only have a few of them. i believe what gave me the idea of photographing the tiny Hummels are those shots of Danbo and Anime toys which i've been seeing a lot lately.
215 days to go before my next trip to the Philippines.
Today*s 2009 Challenge, Day 284: VIOLET.
I didn't feel like getting dressed and going out!! My feet they are still soar, I am preparing for the little fall exhibit where I work or simply laziness, but I had some ideas of what I'll do, besides the challenge was posted late!!
Well, you guessed it!! My sleepy head Amber shows up for a visit and her car seat has violet/purple fabric, I said "don't move her, please!!" grabbed my camera and click click got me few shots!! My two daughters and Susan (Amber's mom) as if rehearsed cried in unison outloud and laughing, "drama queen at work!!!", I smiled and said "Girls, YOU cook lunch/supper!! You could hear their jaws dropping!!! Saweeet!!! Took my sleepy Amber and my two sleepy puppies and moved to my living room/office little corner and voila!!!
Amber saved my day from cooking and gave me subject for photochallenge!! I hear the chatting and cooking, smells good I am sure the menu is: lemon chicken marinated from last night , rice pilaf, salad and cheese ravioli with white sauce.
Now that this is done, I better get ready for printing few fall photos!!!
Thanks for stopping by and commenting!!
But it was lovely on the beach, almost no wind and 23ºC
Thanks for your visit and comments, I appreciate that very much!
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Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm
May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that
Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky, I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home
Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home
And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
'Cause this was not your dream
But you always believed in me
Another winter day has come
And gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home
And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home
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Monday morning wake up knowing that youve got to go to school
Tell your mum what to expect, she says its right out of the blue
Do you went to work in debenhams, because thats what they expect
Start in lingerie, and doris is your supervisor
And the head said that you always were a queer one from the start
For careers you say you went to be remembered for your art
Your obsessions get you known throughout the school for being strange
Making life-size models of the velvet underground in clay
In the queue for lunch they take the piss, youve got no appetite
And the rumour is you never go with boys and you are tight
So they jab you with a fork, you drop the tray and go berserk
While your cleaning up the mess the teachers looking up your skirt
Youve been used, youre confused
Write a song, Ill sing along
Are you calm? settle down
Soon you will know that you are sane
Youre on top of the world again
Monday morning wake up knowing that youve got to go to school
Mum said she had little choice when she was young, so why should you?
Do you went to work in c&a, cause thats what they expect
Move to ladieswear and take a feel off joe the storeman
Tell veronica the secrets of the boy you never kissed
Shes got everything to gain cause shes a fat girl with a lisp
She sticks up for you when you get aggravation from the snobs
cause you cant afford a blazer and youre always wearing clogs
At the interval you lock yourself away inside a room
Heed of english gets you, asks you, what the hell do you think youre doing?
Do you think youre better then the other kids? well get outside.
Youve got permission, but youve got to make the bastard think hes right
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I got out of school early today to go to an orthodontist appointment to make a date to get my braces off!
I'm getting them off in 6 weeks :]
Very exciting. Which means theyll be off by HALLOWEEN! :D
I just have to wear 6 rubber bands for 6 weeks straight :p
Whatever, its worth it :]
Originally named Misión San Antonio de Valero, the Alamo served as home to missionaries and their Indian converts for nearly seventy years. Construction began on the present site in 1724. In 1793, Spanish officials secularized San Antonio's five missions and distributed their lands to the remaining Indian residents. These men and women continued to farm the fields, once the mission's but now their own, and participated in the growing community of San Antonio.
San Antonio and the Alamo played a critical role in the Texas Revolution. In December 1835, Ben Milam led Texian and Tejano volunteers against Mexican troops quartered in the city. After five days of house-to-house fighting, they forced General Martín Perfecto de Cós and his soldiers to surrender. The victorious volunteers then occupied the Alamo — already fortified prior to the battle by Cós' men — and strengthened its defenses.
On February 23, 1836, the arrival of General Antonio López de Santa Anna's army outside San Antonio nearly caught them by surprise. Undaunted, the Texians and Tejanos prepared to defend the Alamo together. The defenders held out for 13 days against Santa Anna's army. William B. Travis, the commander of the Alamo sent forth couriers carrying pleas for help to communities in Texas. On the eighth day of the siege, a band of 32 volunteers from Gonzales arrived, bringing the number of defenders to nearly two hundred. Legend holds that with the possibility of additional help fading, Colonel Travis drew a line on the ground and asked any man willing to stay and fight to step over — all except one did. As the defenders saw it, the Alamo was the key to the defense of Texas, and they were ready to give their lives rather than surrender their position to General Santa Anna. Among the Alamo's garrison were Jim Bowie, renowned knife fighter, and David Crockett, famed frontiersman and former Congressman from Tennessee.
The final assault came before daybreak on the morning of March 6, 1836, as columns of Mexican soldiers emerged from the predawn darkness and headed for the Alamo's walls. Cannon and small arms fire from inside the Alamo beat back several attacks. Regrouping, the Mexicans scaled the walls and rushed into the compound. Once inside, they turned a captured cannon on the Long Barrack and church, blasting open the barricaded doors. The desperate struggle continued until the defenders were overwhelmed. By sunrise, the battle had ended and Santa Anna entered the Alamo compound to survey the scene of his victory.
Texans consider the Alamo to be hallowed ground and a shrine to liberty. It is the most popular attraction in San Antonio. Several Hollywood movies have been made depicting the "Battle of the Alamo" and the phrase "Remember the Alamo" is still used in conjunction with this site
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You come out at night
That's when the energy comes
And the dark side's light
And the vampires roam
You strut your rasta wear
And your suicide poem
And a cross from a faith that died
Before Jesus came
You're building a mystery
You live in a church
Where you sleep with voodoo dolls
And you won't give up the search
For the ghosts in the halls
You wear sandals in the snow
And a smile that won't wash away
Can you look out the window
Without your shadow getting in the way?
You're so beautiful
With an edge and charm
but so careful
When I'm in your arms
Cause you're working
Building a mys
tery
Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully
You woke up screaming aloud
A prayer from your secret god
You feed off our fears
And hold back your tears, oh
Give us a tantrum
And a know it all grin
Just when we need one
When the evening's thin
You're a beautiful
A beautiful fucked up man
You're setting up your
Razor wire shrine
Cause you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully
Ooh you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully
You're building a mystery
Sara McLaughlin
En-route to Haystack from the summit of Warnscale. It is difficult to imagine how strong the wind was from this tranquil view! With my 6 feet 1 inch and 200 pounds frame I could lean against the wind ! :) But the climb was worth every ATP !
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Me llegó el "Juego del 16"
1.Unas de mis aficiones favoritas son, como no, la fotografía y la edición fotográfica.
2.Me considero ahora mejor persona que hace unos años, aunque podría mejorarlo.
3.No tengo grandes metas, o grandes aspiraciones en la vida, solo sueño con ser feliz muchos años junto a mi familia.
4.No tengo muchos amigos de aquellos de los que se dice, de los de verdad, pero conozco a muuuuuuucha gente.
5.Lo mejor que me ha pasado en la vida es tener a mi hija Sandra.
6.No se me da mal la cocina.
7.Fuí una buena estudiante, pero en el instituto me torcí. No llegué a la Universidad.
8.Sufro ante cualquier maltrato, las desgracias ajenas me afectan mucho emocionalmente.
9.A menudo pienso en el pasado y pienso "qué sería de mi vida ahora si yo.....".
10.No me gusta en absoluto a lo que me dedico profesionalmente. Mi vocación es totalmente distinta.
11.Tengo una fuerza de voluntad de cero patatero :-)
12.No consigo dejar de morderme las uñas de vez en cuando.
13.Me gustan los perfumes, no me gusta utilizar siempre el mismo, porque si lo hiciera se me reconocería al momento, me gusta el cambio.
14.Disfruto sobrehumanamente viendo el mar, las olas aproximándose y rompiendo en la orilla, un atardecer.... me relaja y me permite sumergirme en mis pensamientos.
15.No concibo la vida sin música.
16.Lo peor que me ha pasado en la vida es padecer un cáncer
Maiti Nepal was born out of a crusade to protect Nepali girls and women from crimes like domestic violence, trafficking for flesh trade, child prostitution, child labor and various forms of exploitation and torture. A group of socially committed professionals like teachers, journalists and social workers together formed Maiti Nepal in 1993 to fight against all the social evils inflicted upon our female populace. Most of all, its special focus has always been on preventing trafficking for forced prostitution, rescuing flesh trade victims and rehabilitating them. This social organisation also actively works to find justice for the victimized lot of girls and women by engaging in criminal investigation and waging legal battles against the criminals. It has highlighted the trafficking issue with its strong advocacy from the local to national and international levels.
Maiti has no literal translation but it denotes a girl's real family, where she was born into. The word has a sentimental value especially for a married Nepali woman who has no longer any right towards her parents or their property. She then becomes an outsider belonging solely to her husband and her family forever. The famous song, Maiti ghar timro haina paryi ghar jao--meaning "this is not your home, you belong to an outsider (husband)" says it all.
Maiti Nepal however is home to all women and girls—whether married or not—who are exploited, their rights grossly violated and neglected by family and society likewise. It was a crusade to find such victims a home for their protection from social evils that gave birth to this NGO in November 1993.
It was started by a handful of conscious professionals like teachers, journalists, and social workers committed towards combating the social crimes like domestic violence, girl trafficking, child prostitution, child labour and various forms of female exploitation.
Maiti's focus has always been on prevention of girl trafficking, a burning issue for Nepal. Rescuing girls forced into prostitution and helping to find economic alternatives have been our key struggle. Rehabilitation, although not literally possible especially with former prostitutes, is one major challenge we have accepted in our work. The practical steps would be to counsel them and provide non-formal education on health, laws, basic reading and writing. They are also trained to develop income-generation skills and provided Maiti's shelter until they are ready to stand on their feet. The sexually abused girls, abandoned children, potential victims of trafficking, destitute women, prisoner's children, returnees from Indian brothels, girls and children infected with HIV and Hepatitis B, intercepted girls are the major target groups or say, beneficiaries of our programs.
• Maiti Nepal’s Facebook page
Alcatraz, San Francisco
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ISO: 100
Aperture: f4.8
Exposure: 1/640 secs
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Once upon a time Courtney and Ashlie randomly started talking on myspace. they were both sad because they just recently lost their bestfriends because people suck. They started talking and realized they had lots in common so Ashlie was all like "Hey let's be bestfriends!" and courtney was all like "ok!" and they were bestfriends. Then they talked on the phone and stuff every day. One day Ashlie called Courtney and told her to come over and watch Twilight and she did! They hung out and were the bestest friends ever! But one day, the evil ecomony made Ashlie move to Kansas! Courtney cried and cried and the last day they saw eachother was the day this picture was taken. Courtney and Ashlie still talk almost every day. They can't wait for Ashlie to move back to Ohio so they can get an apartment together and be bestfriends again.
I love you Ashlie!
Pink hair, that's meee (:
I gave her that necklace,
she gave me that headband, which I still have!
“I miss you when something really good happens,
because you are the one I want to share it with.
I miss you when something is troubling me,
because you are the one who understands me so well.
I miss you when I laugh and cry
because i know that you are the one that makes
my laughter grow and my tears disappear.
I miss you all the time, but I miss you most when i lay awake at night
and think of all the wonderful times we spent with each other;
for those were some of the best times of my life.”
Shot @ Nandi Hills Banglore
After four sunrises in a row I was finally able to catch some colors on The Quiraing ridge during my recent trip on Skye island (Scotland). The previous evening my MKII was just crushed by a big wave on the coast near Elgol and it was not working anymore, so for this shot I need to thank my friend Paul who lent his new D800 to me :)
The Quiraing is a landslip on the eastern face of Meall na Suiramach, the northernmost summit of the Trotternish Ridge on the Isle of Skye. The whole of the Trotternish Ridge escarpment was formed by a great series of landslips; the Quiraing is the only part of the slip still moving, the road at its base near Flodigarry requires repairs each year!
Ahora en Biodiversidad virtual y en la Fundación Biodiversidad
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Pompholyxophrys es una ameba de nombre difícil y con aspecto de planeta marciano por su forma esférica y sus vivos colores de tierra.
A diferencia de Amoeba y de Mayorella de cuerpo informe y cambiante, Pompholyxophrys siempre es redonda. Ellas caminan echando todo su cuerpo a tierra y engullen así lo que encuentran a su paso cubriéndolo con su cuerpo de lava fría, sin embargo, Pompholyxophrys pasea de puntillas sobre sus pies-manos -filópodos- , como hilos de aire que apenas se ven.
El caminar de Pompholyxophrys ▷ es un caminar ingrávido, flotante… y no por su cuerpo de planeta. Su secreto está en el vestido que la adorna. Son burbujas de espuma, pero una espuma insólita de pompas de cristal. Las pequeñas esferas huecas de sílice recubren el cuerpo de Pompholyxophrys en varias capas y la hacen levitar sobre el fondo de las charcas donde vive al mismo tiempo que protegen su delicado cuerpo rojizo y blando.
Con frecuencia las amebas tienen que buscar protección recubriendo su cuerpo, unas veces lo hacen modelando una cubierta con partículas de mineral que encuentran en los fondos sobre los que pasean, en otras ocasiones fabrican una malla de escamas que les sirve de coraza. La Naturaleza nos sorprende en Pompholyxophrys, la ha vestido con un traje de pompas de cristal, que siendo más pesado que ella, la hace más ligera en los fondos del agua, incluso con finísimos pies de hilo esta ameba consigue caminar.
Pompholyxophrys vive en charcas y lagunas y se alimenta de pequeñas algas. Los colores rojizos y marcianos del interior de su cuerpo proceden de la degradación de los pigmentos de la fotosíntesis de estas algas que forman parte de su dieta.
Pompholyxophrys punicea ha sido hallada en las muestras recogidas en las inmediaciones de la Laguna de Peñalara durante el “Testing” organizado en Lozoya en homenaje a Félix Rodríguez de la Fuente y va dedicada a todos estos amigos con quienes tuve la suerte de compartir este maravilloso proyecto de Biodiversidad virtual. La fotografía se ha tomado a 400 aumentos empleando la técnica de contraste de interferencia.
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☁ la nube negra de una justicia pervertida en nuestro país, movida por la envidia y la venganza, permanecerá aquí, hasta que soplen otros vientos limpios. La Justicia es uno de los cimientos necesarios para la Paz. Desde aquí todo nuestro apoyo al Juez Baltasar Garzón -el buen Juez de Saramago- y a las personas de buena voluntad como él que trabajan por la Justicia.
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A young white-tailed deer crossing a frozen lake covered with fresh snow!
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Erythrina crista-galli
Nombre Español: Ceibo
Es el árbol y la flor Nacional de Argentina.
It is the National Tree and Flower of Argentina.
English Name: Cockspur Coral Tree.
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I swear I must be medically unstable or something, my stream is like a jumble or different crazy people all thrown together!
We managed to find a beach this evening and watched the sun set over the mountains, I think it has to be up there with one of the most stunning views I've ever seen. Sadly, it didn't entirely distract me from the fact that there was almost a foot of snow in places behind me and I had my feet in freezing water :P
The weather was amazing today, starting to wish I could ditch England and it's lovely rain :P I seem to be permanently boiling at the moment so am skiing in a tshirt, oh and the tomato tone facial state is getting increasingly worse :/ I'm going to have to start doing bw photos soon or something haha
Hope you are all having a wonderful weekend :)
Find Me:
I had no idea what to do for today's SP....well, actually I didn't have much time for creativity... This morning I woke up to a car that wouldn't run... At first it looked like I need to replace the alternator...at $350+... I am also dealing with transmission problems. So the place that was looking into the alternator problem took the van over to the transmission place. At this time I do not know what the situation is with the transmission... but I do know that the alternator is alright... whew! But, let me tell you about my van... it is a 98 Dodge Caravan. I have had it since my son was 2 months old...he will be 8 next week... nearly 8 years I have had this van. In that 8 years this van has taken myself and my kids on a round trip vacation from Tennessee to Utah... and then it moved myself and my kids back to Utah in March of 2005 (wow, it is so hard to believe that it has almost been three years since I moved back to Utah). I don't recall exactly how many miles the van had on it when I bought it... something like 60,000... It now has 210,000+ miles on it. It has been a good van. A pretty reliable form of transportation. Many people ask me why I, a mother of only 2, drive a van. Well at the time I purchased it I actually had 4 kids in my family... I had 2 stepsons... we needed the space. Before I purchased my van, my oldest stepson would ask me what my dream car was...my answer was "a minivan". Seriously, it was my dream car... From the time I found out that I was pregnant with my daughter I wanted a minivan. So, yeah, my van has served its purpose and has served me well. In recent years I have put at least $2,000 dollars in it and I have said that if the transmission goes it will be time to say good bye. So today, without knowing the state of the transmission, I did go ahead and test drive some cars. I drove an Explorer (my current dream car) and a Fusion. I love both. I love the feeling of driving an SUV... the feeling of sitting higher... I do not care for the feeling of driving a car... that is until I drove the Fusion. My friend Greg just recently bought a Fusion, and I have thought it was nice to ride in...but wow! What a treat to drive one.... I love it. I do not feel like I am driving a car. The better gas mileage is a major plus...as is the fact that I can buy a newer (2007) Fusion with 5 year warranty for the same price that I can buy an older (2004) Explorer. Anyhow, I was able to drive the Fusion home for the next 2 days and get a real feel for it. Tomorrow I should hear about the transmission. If things are somewhat alright (meaning I can still drive it for a while longer before it completely goes out) I have the decision of whether to go ahead and get rid of the van or drive it to its death.... hmmm, a new car sounds so nice!
The title of this SP, "someone to look up to" is in reference to my mother. She has always been such a help to me... a major help in the past few years. When I called her and told her I was leaving my ex, she flew out to help me move...and let me tell you, if you need someone to help you move (especially in a hurry), it's my mom... she figured out ways to pack every square inch of that van... she stuffed clothing in empty spaces EVERYWHERE!!! She is there when I need her. I am very independent but it is nice to know that I can receive help from her when I need it. And today, she was able to come help me after school with getting around and going to the car dealership to look at cars. So this is to mom.... I love you. You are the greatest, you have gone through a lot in life and have never given up! I appreciate everything you are and everything you do. When I grow up, I want to be like you!
My mom is the smartest woman in the world in my eyes LOVE's to you MOM!!!
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Tsuen Wan Jockey Club Tak Wah Park was designed along the classical Chinese garden theme. The park, with an area of about 1.63 hectares, is located in Tsuen Wan town centre. Being a Chinese-style garden that is rarely found in Tsuen Wan, Tak Wah Park provides a fine place for relaxation in the bustling town area. Sponsored by the Hong Kong Jockey Club, construction works of the park were carried out in 2 phases. Phase I was completed in 1989, while Phase II was completed in 1995. Modelled on the setup of a classical Chinese garden, the park has rock mountains made from Taihu rock, thick foliage, ornamental lakes, ancient village houses, a "pai lau", stone bridge, a stone boat, a pavilion and a verandah. A "Chess Garden" was built in the park, where giant stone-carved pieces of Chinese chess are used to display the endgame for the deliberation of chess lovers. In addition, there are 2 theme gardens in the park, namely, "Camellia Garden" and "Herb Garden", where different species of Camellia and herb are grown. Tak Wah Gallery and Environmental Resources Centre are converted from ancient village houses on the site. They are managed by Leisure and Cultural Services Department and Environmental Protection Department respectively.
This BlueJay had landed on the deck and proceeded to jump to the railing, he did this three time in a row
I know I said I am coming to the end of my Old Tukai Elephant series but I just realised there are a few more shots I would like to share here. I think I am experiencing some kind of inertia about moving over to other animals. I still have tons of photos I like and would love to upload, but I find myself transfixed by the elephants. And Amboseli skies. Does this happen to you guys? Do any of you think back to a particular photo adventure and find it difficult to move on from it?
This photo was in my deleted pile for the longest time as I didn’t like the way the elephants are spaced out, but when I looked at it yesterday night I fell in love with it. This photo is perhaps the most moody of all my Ol Tukai photos; the swirling rain clouds and the solemn elephants present an almost stoic picture. And I love the way their tusks always seem to glow in against their dark skin. Ironic isn’t it, their most impressive asset is also their most cursed
Fall colours at Deer Lake in Burnaby near Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada.
About this photo: Fall is my favourite season and that season starts tomorrow! I am so excited and can't wait for the leaves to change colours soon. In the mean time I will share a photo I took last year around mid October at beautiful Deer Lake in Burnaby near Vancouver. This place is only about 10-15 minute drive from my place, so I will be checking it out over there frequently and hope that the colours will be as vibrant this year as well.
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*Camera Model: Sony ILCA-77m2
*Focal Length: 85mm
*F-Number: F/8
*Exposure Time: 1/40 sec.
*ISO Speed: ISO-160
*Exposure Program: Manual Mode (M)
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Ann :)
Some information on Deer Lake Park: Burnaby is a city which belongs to the Greater Vancouver area and is about 10-15 minutes from downtown Vancouver. Deer Lake is a relaxing 5 kilometre/3 mile walk around an urban lake just outside of Vancouver. The walking trail around the lake is good any time of year and is very popular with dog walkers in and around Burnaby. Trails in the park lead to a kids playground, washrooms, a boat launch and picnic tables. In the summer months Deer Lake Boat Rentals offers canoe, kayak and pedal boat rentals. Gas or electric motors are not allowed on this lake.
Deer Lake is also home to the Burnaby Art Gallery, Shadbolt Centre for the Arts, Burnaby Village Museum and Century Gardens. The Burnaby Art Gallery manages the City of Burnaby's permanent art collection while the Shadbolt Centre for the Arts is a multi-purpose community arts facility providing public exhibitions, performances, festivals and art classes. The Burnaby Village Museum depicts life in the area from the 1920's. They have reconstructed 31 full scale buildings over 10 acres, with staff in costumes like in the 1920's.
Deer Lake Park is a great place for outdoor activities and cultural life in Burnaby. Whether you want to visit an art gallery or see an outdoor concert, Deer Lake Park is the place you will find it. Your kids will love the park for the beach, the playground, the water activities and the Burnaby Village Museum. In the summer months the park comes alive with outdoor concerts and lake activities and in the off season it is a relaxing park to go for a quiet walk around the scenic trails.
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"Never speak to a woman about her defects; many a lover has had occasion to congratulate himself on having observed this very profitable reticence. The wingèd-footed hero, Perseus, never found fault with Andromeda for her swarthy skin. Andromache was, in everyone's opinion, far too tall; Hector was the only one who considered her of the average height. Accustom yourself to the things you don't like; you'll learn to put up with them; habit makes a lot of things acceptable. At first, Love will be put off by the merest trifle. A freshly-grafted branch that is just beginning to draw the sap.
from the green bark will fall off if the slightest breath of wind disturbs it; but if you give it time to grow strong, it will soon resist the winds and, developing into a sturdy branch, enrich the tree that bears it with its alien fruit. Time effaces everything, even bodily defects, and what we once looked upon as blemishes will one day cease to seem so. At first, our nostrils cannot bear the smell of the hides of bulls; they grow used to it in time and bear it without distress.
Moreover, there are words you can employ to palliate defects. If a woman's skin is blacker than Illyrian pitch, tell her she's a brunette. If she squints a little, tell her she's like Venus. If she's carroty, tell her she's like Minerva. If she's so skinny you would think she was at death's door, tell her she has a graceful figure. If she's short, so much the better, she's all the lighter. If she's thick-waisted, why she's just agreeably plump. Similarly, you must disguise every defect under the name of its nearest quality. Never ask her how old she is, or who was consul when she was born. Leave it to the Censor to perform that uncomfortable duty, especially if she has passed the flower of her youth, if the summer of her days is over, and if she is already compelled to pull out her grey hairs. My young friends, that age, and even an older one than that, is not without its pleasures. It is a field that you should sow and one day You will reap your harvest. Labour while your strength and your youth allow. All too soon tottering eld, with noiseless tread, will be upon you. Cleave the waters of the ocean with your oar, or the glebe with your slough; wield with warlike arm the deadly sword, or devote to women your vigour and your care. ’Tis but another kind of military service, and in it, too, rich trophies may be won.
Nor should it be forgotten that women, who are getting on in years, have experience, and it is only experience that sets the seal of perfection on our natural."
Unfortunately this english translation of Ovid's ars amandi by y J. Lewis May in year 1930 is very victorian, epurated of every reference to sex. Here he talks about woman's defects instead of translating it "Believe me you must not accelerate to get the extreme pleasure". Mr. Puritan lives just in another world! Here the link to his translation www.sacred-texts.com/cla/ovid/lboo/
Hilo de la Fotohistoria en Pullip .es: MUSE CONCERT AT BARCELONA: PALAU SANT JORDI (1 of 9): Introducing MUSE /
CONCIERTO DE MUSE EN BARCELONA: PALAU SANT JORDI (1 de 9): Presentando a MUSE
(Read in order, this is: SHOT/FOTO 08 of 115) PAG: Entrada, 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60, 61, 62, 63, 64, 65, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71, 72, 73, 74, 75, 76, 77, 78, 79, 80, 81, 82, 83, 84, 85, 86, 87, 88, 89, 90, 91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100, 101, 102, 103, 104, 105, 106, 107, 108, 109, 110, 111, 112, 113, 114, 115.
LINKS:
- Las FOTOHISTORIAS de Sheryl en el Foro de Pullips: Pullip .es