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Definitively completed in the Swabian period, the Cathedral of Cefalù, which became a World Heritage Site in 2015, can now also be visited in its towers.
Built starting in 1131, its Romanesque style is enriched by Arab influences, and its appearance is pure wonder.
It is also possible to climb its Norman towers, which are different from each other: one is the square-plan tower, with battlements in the shape of flames, which would symbolize the papal miter and the power of the Church; the other is the octagonal-plan tower with Ghibelline merlons which would instead pay homage to the royal crown and the temporal power.
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Definitivamente completato in età sveva, il Duomo di Cefalù, divenuto dal 2015 Patrimonio dell’Umanità può essere ora visitato anche nelle sue torri.
Costruito a partire dal 1131, Il suo stile romanico è arricchito da influenze arabe, e il suo aspetto è pura meraviglia.
E’ possibile salire anche sulle sue torri normanne, diverse l’una dall’altra: una è la torre a pianta quadrata, con merli a forma di fiammelle, che simboleggerebbe la mitria papale e il potere della Chiesa; l’altra è la torre a pianta ottagonale con merli ghibellini che omaggerebbe invece la corona reale e il potere temporale.
"Be kind whenever possible. It is always possible."
Dalai Lama
When floating through life, it's good to find a lifeline.
It is possible that there was a church on this site in Saxon times, and it is known that a church was built here about 1250-70. The record of Rectors of Child Okeford Superior and of Child Okeford Inferior begins in 1297. In 1297 Galfrid de Stocks was presented to the Parish as priest, by his relative Roger de Stocks, who held the land under the King.
The old medieval church was largely knocked down in 1878 and a “new” church built. The new North Chancel Aisle, designed for 52 Sunday School children, was actually occupied by the new Organ. This was built to a specification set by Dr (later Sir) Arthur Sullivan. The Vestry, which had been in the Tower, was also moved to the new North Chancel Aisle, where it remains.
It would be possible to get this shot where I live HOWEVER that is not what happened.
The hawk is my shot that I took while out on a winter hike and although I do have trees like these around here, these particular trees are courtesy Unsplashed. I blended the two together for a little winter wonderland.
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Possible geometries for an impossible daily life
Geometrias possíveis para um cotidiano impossível
São Paulo, Brazil, 2023
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O inevitável cotidiano / The inevitable daily
Coleção: A poesia dos movimentos invisíveis
É inevitável, pontos de conflito, linhas de organização e insurreição, invisbilidades. O tempo passa... por cima.
A poesia dos movimentos invisíveis: um olhar, um passo, um gesto, as linhas da cidade ou um detalhe qualquer, completados pelo olhar, criando uma poética nos movimentos que só existem no encontro entre corpos, fotógrafo, local, pessoas fotografados e quem vê a foto, e isso pode gerar uma potência de presença, uma dança estática.
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The inevitable daily
Collection: The poetry of invisible movements
It is inevitable, points of conflict, lines of organization and insurrection, invisibility. Time passes... over.
A look, a step, a gesture, the lines of the city or any detail, completed by the look, creating a poetics in the movements that only exist in the encounter between bodies, photographer, place, people photographed and who sees the photo, and this can generate a power of presence, a static dance.
Possible geometries for an impossible daily life
Geometrias possíveis para um cotidiano impossível
São Paulo, Brazil, 2023
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Coleção: A poesia dos movimentos invisíveis
É inevitável, pontos de conflito, linhas de organização e insurreição, invisbilidades. O tempo passa... por cima.
A poesia dos movimentos invisíveis: um olhar, um passo, um gesto, as linhas da cidade ou um detalhe qualquer, completados pelo olhar, criando uma poética nos movimentos que só existem no encontro entre corpos, fotógrafo, local, pessoas fotografados e quem vê a foto, e isso pode gerar uma potência de presença, uma dança estática.
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Collection: The poetry of invisible movements
It is inevitable, points of conflict, lines of organization and insurrection, invisibility. Time passes... over.
A look, a step, a gesture, the lines of the city or any detail, completed by the look, creating a poetics in the movements that only exist in the encounter between bodies, photographer, place, people photographed and who sees the photo, and this can generate a power of presence, a static dance.
Peace cannot be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding.
Albert Einstein
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In the evening sun and after the rain: Großer Brachvogel (Numenius arquata) - (eurasion) curlew
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Großer Brachvogel (Numenius arquata) - (eurasion) curlew
de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gro%C3%9Fer_Brachvogel
Der Große Brachvogel (Numenius arquata) ist eine Vogelart aus der Familie der Schnepfenvögel (Scolopacidae). Es werden zwei Unterarten unterschieden. Die Nominatform ist in Mitteleuropa ein zunehmend seltener Brut- und Sommervogel. Die Rote Liste der Brutvögel Deutschlands von 2015 führt die Art in der Kategorie 1 als vom Aussterben bedroht.[1] Er ist während der Zugzeiten ein regelmäßiger Durchzügler und Rastvogel, der gebietsweise auch überwintert.[2]
In Deutschland war der Große Brachvogel im Jahre 1982 Vogel des Jahres.
Beschreibung
Der Große Brachvogel ist etwa 50 bis 60 cm lang und wiegt zwischen 600 und 1000 Gramm. Die Flügelspannweite beträgt 80 bis 100 cm. Die Vögel sind die größten Watvögel, und sie sind in Europa die häufigsten Vertreter der Brachvögel. Charakteristisches Kennzeichen des Großen Brachvogels ist der lange und stark nach unten gekrümmte Schnabel. Das Weibchen ist etwas größer als das Männchen und hat einen deutlich stärker gebogenen und längeren Schnabel. Ansonsten sehen die Geschlechter gleich aus.
Große Brachvögel sind eher unscheinbar gefärbt. Der Kopf, der Hals, die Brust die Körperoberseite sind fahl beigebraun mit dunklen Streifen und Flecken. Die Wangen sind dunkel gestrichelt und kontrastieren dadurch mit dem hellen Kinn- und Kehlfleck. Die Brust ist etwas kräftiger gestreift und wird zum Bauch hin heller. Im Flug wird der weiße Bürzel sichtbar, der mit dem weißen Rücken einen weißen Keil bildet.
Eurasian curlew
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eurasian_curlew
The Eurasian curlew or common curlew (Numenius arquata) is a wader in the large family Scolopacidae. It is one of the most widespread of the curlews, breeding across temperate Europe and Asia. In Europe, this species is often referred to just as the "curlew", and in Scotland known as the "whaup" in Scots.
This is the largest wader in its range, at 50–60 cm (20–24 in) in length, with an 89–106 cm (35–42 in) wingspan and a body weight of 410–1,360 g (0.90–3.00 lb).[2] It is mainly greyish brown, with a white back, greyish-blue legs and a very long curved bill. Males and females look identical, but the bill is longest in the adult female. It is generally not possible to recognize the sex of a single Eurasian curlew, or even several ones, as there is much variation; telling male and female of a mated pair apart is usually possible however.
The familiar call is a loud curloo-oo.
The only similar species over most of the curlew's range is the whimbrel (N. phaeopus). The whimbrel is smaller and has a shorter bill with a kink rather than a smooth curve. Flying curlews may also resemble bar-tailed godwits (Limosa lapponica) in their winter plumages; however, the latter have a smaller body, a slightly upturned beak, and legs that do not reach far beyond their tail tips. The Eurasian curlew's feet are longer, forming a conspicuous "point".
The curlew exists as a migratory species over most of its range, wintering in Africa, southern Europe and south Asia. Occasionally a vagrant individual reaches places far from its normal range, such as Nova Scotia[3] and the Marianas.[4][5] It is present all year in the milder climates of Ireland and the United Kingdom and its adjacent European coasts.
Not 100% sure but I suspect it's ticks that are damaging the birds eyes, if you zoom in just under the eye there's something that looks like a fresh tick. Sorry Jean Marie but your comment made sense, I think you are right it's the ticks that's damaging the eyes..
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Possible geometries for an impossible daily life
Geometrias possíveis para um cotidiano impossível
São Paulo, Brazil, 2023
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Coleção: A poesia dos movimentos invisíveis
É inevitável, pontos de conflito, linhas de organização e insurreição, invisbilidades. O tempo passa... por cima.
A poesia dos movimentos invisíveis: um olhar, um passo, um gesto, as linhas da cidade ou um detalhe qualquer, completados pelo olhar, criando uma poética nos movimentos que só existem no encontro entre corpos, fotógrafo, local, pessoas fotografados e quem vê a foto, e isso pode gerar uma potência de presença, uma dança estática.
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Collection: The poetry of invisible movements
It is inevitable, points of conflict, lines of organization and insurrection, invisibility. Time passes... over.
A look, a step, a gesture, the lines of the city or any detail, completed by the look, creating a poetics in the movements that only exist in the encounter between bodies, photographer, place, people photographed and who sees the photo, and this can generate a power of presence, a static dance.
A major urban regeneration operation that Palermo has not seen for decades and which gives the city its port back, making it possible for those who are not there to travel to experience it.
The "Palermo Marina Yachting" has been inaugurated, the new district which extends between the ancient port of Cala and the current commercial port and which sees the light after three years of works for a total of 30 million euros of investments.
Una grande operazione di rigenerazione urbana che Palermo non vedeva da decenni e che ridà alla città il suo porto facendolo vivere anche a chi non è lì per viaggiare.
Inaugurato il "Palermo Marina Yachting", il nuovo quartiere che si estende fra l’antico porto della Cala e l’attuale porto commerciale e che vede la luce dopo tre anni di lavori per un totale di 30 milioni di euro di investimenti.
ein Gebäude, das ich seit ca. 10 Jahren fotografiere ...
und zum ersten Mal erlebte, ohne eine Wasserfüllung im Becken.
Das Wasser war sicher aus Sanierungsgründen abgelassen worden.
So konnte ich in die Beckenmitte gehen, bis zu einer kleinen Regenpfütze, die sich gebildet hatte.
Dort nahm ich einen tiefen Standpunkt ein um die Teilspiegelung des Gebäudes auf der Wasseroberfläche in mein Bild aufzunehmen.
Ich hatte damit die garantiert richtigen Spiegelungsproportionen des bildwichtigsten Bereiches, eines Teiles des Gebäudes.
Den Rest habe ich dazu gemalt und kann sicher sein, dass so schnell ein ähnliches Bild nie wieder entstehen kann.
Durch das Sichtfenster in der Betonwand, im inneren des Gebäudes, beobachtet das Kassenpersonal den Eingangsbereich und stürmt bei gestiefelten Regelüberschreitern direkt nach draußen ;-) ...
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I went back to this cave after 6 years and found it really changed (see my first version of this picture here:flic.kr/p/2fcf8Ry). Storm surges on the North Atlantic coast had partially blocked it for years, but recently it's been possible to get in again.
Possible geometries for an impossible daily life
Geometrias possíveis para um cotidiano impossível
São Paulo, Brazil, 2023
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Coleção: A poesia dos movimentos invisíveis
É inevitável, pontos de conflito, linhas de organização e insurreição, invisbilidades. O tempo passa... por cima.
A poesia dos movimentos invisíveis: um olhar, um passo, um gesto, as linhas da cidade ou um detalhe qualquer, completados pelo olhar, criando uma poética nos movimentos que só existem no encontro entre corpos, fotógrafo, local, pessoas fotografados e quem vê a foto, e isso pode gerar uma potência de presença, uma dança estática.
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Collection: The poetry of invisible movements
It is inevitable, points of conflict, lines of organization and insurrection, invisibility. Time passes... over.
A look, a step, a gesture, the lines of the city or any detail, completed by the look, creating a poetics in the movements that only exist in the encounter between bodies, photographer, place, people photographed and who sees the photo, and this can generate a power of presence, a static dance.
The under side of this glass bowl is painted with berries and leaves. This glass glazed painted strawberry is approximately 19mm/.75". Bought this bowl at a second hand store decades ago, and I still love it.
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"But since everything and anything are always possible, the miraculous is always nearby, and wonders shall never, ever cease." Robert Fulghum, b 1937, author and minister
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Taken for the Macro Mondays theme "Glazed"
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This was the first image I shot, at this new favorite place. The composition is similar to my previous post; however the lighting is very different. Shot during sunset, I was able to record a wide range in contrast of light. A neutral density grad is necessary to keep both the sky and canyon details as correctly exposed as possible. Adjusting white & color balance in post-processing keeps tones looking very close to the way my eyes witnessed the scene.
It’s still possible in these mesh-charged days in Second Life to get a perfect gorgeous gown that’s still essentially an old-fashioned flex offering, and here’s a brand new example from Sascha’s Designs. Though the basic dress is mesh, all of the trimmings are decidedly flex and move and float with your body in a frankly adorable way! The beautiful hair is the new offering from D!va at the current C88.
CN 2032 leads an empty limestone train around an S-curve in Culver, MN bound for Proctor.
Going home with a sunny shot here didn't seem possible as our first day was cloudy, and the following two days had no southbounds running late-morning. All hope was lost since the weather forecasted was cloudy. However, the clouds broke free and we were able to get two trains in sun here.
Eurasian Jay (Garrulus glandarius)
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THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO: MY LONG AND ARDUOUS JOURNEY TO BIRD PHOTOGRAPHY
If you've set yourself the challenge of exclusively shooting the wildlife in your own back yard, you might find - as I did - that bird photography is really, really hard.
It's not that reptiles are easy to photograph either, mind - but at least the ones in my garden stay (for the most part) on the ground, and one can learn how to carefully approach them with a camera. They're also clearly egoists, which from a photographer's point of view is is a great character trait: if a lizard detects a human in its vicinity, it's only interested in saving its own skin, and it won't alarm its buddies.
But birds... oh man. Over the years, my feathered friends and I have developed a lovely routine that now defines our peaceful co-existence. As soon as I as much as open a window (let alone the door), I'm instantly greeted by an eruption of panicky fluttering and hysterical shouts from my garden: "SAVE YOUR WOMEN AND CHILDREN AND FLY FOR YOUR LIVES: THE HAIRLESS, PINK MONSTER IS COMING!!! (Yes, I speak bird, and I know that this is exactly what they are shouting 😉).
Needless to say, with the exception of the redstart I already showed here, all my efforts to get the kind of detailed shots I usually strive for with my nature photography ended in complete failure and utter disillusionment. I was ready to give up on stalking the winged misanthropes in my garden altogether, but then winter came - and changed everything.
One day this past January I observed my neighbor Signora P - a kind, elderly Italian lady - putting something on the low garden wall in front of my house. At first I thought she was just putting some treat there for her cat Romeo; the young tom patrols that wall constantly (it's his favorite spot in the garden, and during the warmer months he usually lurks in the thick foliage next to it to prey on lizards).
But once I detected a lot of movement on that wall through my window, I understood she had put a little pile of bread crumbs there; she was feeding the birds who soon arrived in flocks. This was certainly well-intended on my neighbor's part, but her noble action came with a catch, and I'm afraid quite literally.
When I took a stroll through my garden the next day I discovered a suspicious amount of feathers on the ground next to the wall. Romeo had apparently switched from his low-calorie summer diet (lizard) to more energy-rich meals consisting of "fowl" (it was winter after all, so from a nutritionist's point of view this made sense).
I would find fresh traces of Romeo's victims (mostly feathers, but also the odd wing) in my garden over the following days; so my first intuition that my neighbor was feeding her cat hadn't been that far off after all, as Romeo was now clearly being "served" fresh birds on a daily basis. And although the hungry visitors seemed to be aware of the danger and became slightly more prudent, they just couldn't resist the tasty snacks Signora P put on that wall - and neither could Romeo.
It was obvious that I had to act, but talking to my neighbor - who is as stubborn as she is kind - would have been futile, I knew that much. I pondered the matter long and hard - until a light bulb went off in my head. The idea was genius. If successful, what I had in mind would not only increase the birds' chances of surviving Romeo's appetite, but also greatly benefit my own photographic endeavors.
I started to enact my master plan the very next day by buying a giant bag of bird feed (consisting mainly of sunflower seeds) from the store. Then I dragged a huge piece of a tree trunk (approx. 120 cm in height) that we normally chop firewood on in the shed out into the garden and emptied almost half of the bag's content on top of it. Signora P's buffet for birds (and cats) was about to get some serious competition 😊.
My reasoning was as follows: not only would the birds be lured away from the fatally low garden wall to a place where they were safe from the cat - there was nothing around that tree trunk that provided cover for a predator, and the birds had a nice 360° view around it at all times - but I was also able to photograph them while hiding in the shed.
However, in order for my plan to work there was one little extra measure I had to take, and it was one that risked lowering my own life expectancy considerably once the owner of the property - my mom - discovered it. You see, our shed is completely windowless, so if I wanted to use it as a blind, I had no choice but to cut a hole into one of its wooden walls... which I promptly did (I figured all's fair in love - and photography 😉).
Granted, I have absolutely zero carpentering skills, and it showed. That hole was an ugly mess: the shed's wall seemed to have had an encounter with Jack Nicholson's ax-wielding lunatic character from the film 'The Shining'. Needless to say, I was incredibly proud of my work (I mean, come on: there now was a hole where before there wasn't a hole, and it was big enough for the lens of my camera to peek through, so it was mission accomplished as far as I was concerned).
Now all I had to do was wait for the birds to discover the tree trunk. In the meantime I started to mentally prepare myself for the inevitable confrontation with my mom and go through possible explanations for that splintering hole in the wall (it was either gonna be a rabid woodpecker attack or an emergency rescue mission with a feeding tube for a little kid that had accidentally locked himself inside the shed - both seemed valid options, though I slightly preferred the locked-in kid due to the involved drama and heroism 😉).
A whole day went by, and not a single bird visited the sunflower seeds. I had expected that it might take a few hours until the first of the ever curious great tits or blue tits would show up, but given how tiny my garden is, an entire day seemed excessive. Then another day came and went: the birds kept flocking to the bread crumbs on the wall, and my tree trunk kept collecting dust. To add injury to insult, a few fresh feathers on the ground were proof that Romeo was still feasting.
It was incredibly frustrating: I provided my winged guests with a much better view - plus a higher chance of surviving the cuisine - than Signora P's place; I risked (almost) certain death at the hands of my own mother (OK, the act of vandalism on the shed I had committed for my own benefit, but still), yet the birds kept ignoring me.
Then, after three days, just before sunset, I spotted a single blue tit on the tree trunk picking away at the sunflower seeds.
When I got up the next morning I immediately realized that the loud noise that accompanies each and every tit activity had shifted from the wall to the shed. At last the dam had broken: there was a flurry of movement around the tree trunk, and I counted at least 5 different species of birds feasting on the sunflower seeds.
From day 4 onward my plan worked beautifully: the birds now indeed mostly ignored Romeo's "snack wall" and kept to the tree trunk. And yes, I was able to play peeping tom from behind the shed's wall and photograph them!! 😊
Thus, dear readers, I finally managed to produce some acceptable bird photos, and I had even saved my feathered friends from a deadly foe in the process. All through winter and spring I took advantage of my new bird hide, and in late May I started mixing some cherries with the sunflower seeds. The idea was to attract a Eurasian jay (Garrulus glandarius), and as you can see, it worked!
It took me almost three weeks and more than a few tricks to capture that clever fella, but given how long I've been rambling here already, that's a story for another day. As for my mom, she still doesn't know about the hole in the wall, so please don't snitch! 😉.
I hope you like the photo and wish you all a wonderful weekend! Many greetings from Switzerland, and as always: let me know what you think in the comments 🙏 😊 ❤!
P.S. if anyone has their own funny tale about the obstacles we photographers are prepared to overcome for a desired photo, please write it in the comments: I love such stories 😊
Fancy staying away from it all in Sussex? Despite how crowded it is there are still places where it is possible. Pretty long walk to the car park from here and an evening pub visit might be tricky...
Awesome is a word that's probably used too often
But that description is the only possible description for a muskox
A bull weighing in at 800+ lbs it is almost certainly the biggest land animal I'll ever photograph
This was as close as he got
Maybe a good thing?!
This is the first image in a two-frame sequence: This wee four-day-old piping plover had been hunting for insects on the beach when it suddenly stopped and began scratching at its beak. Finally, one last swipe as it flung a tiny bug to the ground. You can see it a little if you zoom in on this first image. The second image is the very next frame, post-extraction. Perhaps that’s one of the hazards of hunting live insects. They're not always cooperative when you're trying to eat them. I had been alone with them, laying as flat and unobtrusive as possible when this one came super close to where I laid. July 11, 2019
Possible geometries for an impossible daily life
Geometrias possíveis para um cotidiano impossível
Lisboa (Lisbon) Portugal, 2023
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“Trust the wait. Embrace the uncertainty. Enjoy the beauty of becoming. When nothing is certain, anything is possible”
― Mandy Hale
Happy Sliders Sunday ( I almost missed it!)
This is another shot from my backlog archives that was taken at the Gardens by the Bay. I am not sure what flower is this unfortunately. Was done with as few edits as possible to keep it close to its natural state. Stay safe and stay at home everyone!
Parc Angrignon - Montréal
Je trouve extraordinaire de pouvoir capter des images très près de ces beaux oiseaux! Parfois j'ai droit à des moments assez uniques! Il était un pêcheur très habile, mais chaque fois, il répétait le même scénario: il capturait sa pêche, l'apprêtait à souhait, puis, étrangement, la laissait morte dans l'étang. Un détail, si vous grossissez l'image, au niveau de l'oeil, il est possible d'apercevoir la paupière intérieur à demi tirée.
Merci de vos visites, commentaires et favoris, toujours grandement appréciés.
Great Blue Heron
I believe it is an opportunity to be able to observe very closely these beautiful birds. This Heron was a gifted fisher, he would capture his fish, would get it ready to swallow, but would strangely leave it dead in the lake... If you enlarge the picture at the eye level, it is possible to see the interior eyelid, half pulled.
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PLUIE DE LUMIÈRE (V-2)
Peut-on rêver mieux, sous un ciel bas et pluvieux?
Oublier notre précieuse solitude, dissimulée, avec peine, sous un parapluie incolore…
Est-ce possible?
Et si on redécouvrait ce rire d’enfance, devenu muet avec le temps qui passe?
Le temps d’un émerveillement vrai devant la beauté de notre îlot vivant dans la vastitude de l’Univers.
Le temps d’une folle poésie lumineuse.
Le temps d’une pluie de lumière.
Le temps nous presse de rêver mieux
Sous ce ciel bas et pluvieux que nous partageons tous.
PATRICE (Inspiré d’Alphonse de Lamartine et de Charles Baudelaire)
N.B. Mes images ne sont pas conçues ou générées par des Intelligences artificielles. Il s'agit d'un travail artisanal dont je suis l’auteur.
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RAIN OF LIGHT (V-2)
Can we dream better, under a low, rainy sky?
Forget our precious solitude, hidden, with difficulty, under a colorless umbrella...
Is it possible?
What if we rediscovered that childhood laughter, muted with the passing of time?
The time for true wonder at the beauty of our living island in the vastness of the Universe.
The time for a wild, luminous poetry.
The time for a rain of light.
Time is urging us to dream better.
Under this low, rainy sky that we all share.
PATRICE (Inspired by Alphonse de Lamartine and Charles Baudelaire)
N.B. My images are not designed or generated by artificial intelligence. This is an artisanal work of which I am the author.
The river has meant power supply. Electricity makes it possible to take the power anywhere, where people live.
A southbound Union Pacific coal load crosses over Wyoming’s Logan Hill with trailing DPU unit KLWX No. 9530 bringing up the tail on June 28, 2024. This basic black 4,400 hp Knoxville Locomotive Works product is apparently testing on UP coal trains in Powder River Basin to see if a Tier 4-compliant remanufactured locomotive is possible equipped with a Cummins prime mover. The unit started out life as Burlington Northern EMD SD70MAC No. 9530.