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Captured 11/01/2021, Samburu NP, Kenya. Elephant babies this small cannot control their trunks precisely, and must practice!
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Anghiari è situata a circa 30 km da Arezzo, quasi al confine tra la Toscana e l' Umbria, nella cosiddetta Valtiberina toscana. Anghiari è un piccolo gioiello medievale incastonato su di una collina di ghiaia accumulatasi nel corso dei secoli per il passaggio del fiume Tevere, che fino alla metà del 1200 scorreva ai piedi della città.
Per la sua posizione strategica Anghiari rivestì un ruolo molto importante nel Medioevo. Nella pianura appena sotto il borgo nel 1440 si svolse la famosa Battaglia di Anghiari, nella quale le truppe fiorentine sconfissero quelle milanesi, permettendo così a Firenze di assumere il governo della città. Il celebre affresco della Battaglia di Anghiari di Leonardo da Vinci, andato purtroppo perduto, fu commissionato proprio per onorare questa vittoria.
Anghiari, con il suo caratteristico borgo protetto da imponenti mura duecentesche, conserva intatti l' atmosfera ed il fascino delle piccole città medievali.
Passeggiando per le strette vie del borgo si respira quasi un' aria d' altri tempi ed i ritmi frenetici ai quali siamo abituati appaiono dopo poco quasi un ricordo lontano. Le case in pietra, affacciate sulle strette vie della città, hanno finestre piccole, imposte e porte di legno, talvolta un po' sconquassate, ma assolutamente caratteristiche. Gli ingressi ed i davanzali delle abitazioni sono spesso impreziositi con fiori e piante, che contribuiscono a scaldare e colorare i vicoli di Anghiari, rendendoli ancora più graziosi.
La città di Anghiari è considerata uno dei "borghi più belli d' Italia" ed ha ottenuto la Bandiera Arancione dal Touring Club Italiano.
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Anghiari is located about 30 km from Arezzo, near the border between Tuscany and the Umbria, in the so-called Tuscan Valtiberina. Anghiari is a small medieval jewel set on a hill of gravel accumulated over the centuries for the passage of the river Tiber, which until the middle of 1200 ran at the foot of the city.
For its strategic position Anghiari played a very important role in the Middle Ages. In the plain just below the town in 1440 he took place the famous Battle of Anghiari, in which the Florentine troops defeated those of Milan, allowing Florence to take the city government. The famous fresco of the Battle of Anghiari by Leonardo da Vinci, went unfortunately lost, was commissioned precisely to honor this victory.
Anghiari, with its quaint village protected by imposing thirteenth-century walls, still preserves the 'atmosphere and charm of the small medieval town.
Walking through the narrow streets of the village exudes almost a 'Air' s past and the hectic pace we are used to appear shortly after almost a distant memory. The stone houses, overlooking the narrow streets of the city, have small windows, shutters and wooden doors, sometimes a little 'battered, but absolutely characteristics. The entrances and the sills of the houses are often decorated with flowers and plants, which contribute to heat and color the streets of Anghiari, making them even more charming.
The town of Anghiari is considered one of the "most beautiful villages 'Italy' and got the orange flag from the Italian Touring Club.
Morning on a beach near Hua Hin in Thailand. Or more precisely, a small village just south of it.
The local fishing fleet is getting ready to begin their work for the day.
To witness something like this, you have to get up very early, because that's exactly what the hardworking fishermen do. When I arrived, it was before sunrise. And I wasn't the first one there.
Morgens an einem Strand bei Hua Hin in Thailand. Oder genauer gesagt einem kleinen Dorf südlich davon.
Die örtliche Fischereiflotte macht sich gerade bereit, ihrem Tagwerk nachzugehen.
Um so etwas mitzuerleben, muss man schon sehr früh aufstehen, denn das tun die fleißigen Fischer auch. Als ich hier ankam, war das noch vor Sonnenaufgang. Und da war ich nicht der Erste.
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The Monostor Fortress - the largest modern fortress in Central Europe - was built between 1850 and 1871. A UNESCO World Heritage Site, the neoclassical military monument is a fascinating sight with its huge walls of precisely hewn stone, the 3-4 metre thick earthen ramparts covering the defences and its network of underground passages (kazamata) several kilometres long.
Its monumental dimensions are evidenced by the following figures: The fortress covers 25 hectares, the total area including the firing ranges is 70 hectares, the floor area of the buildings is 25 680 m2 and the number of rooms is 640.
After the fortress was built, it served generations of soldiers of the Hungarian Defence Forces. Its tasks included the defence of the central fortress (North - Komárom) and the control of shipping on the Danube. It was never used in combat and served mainly as a training centre and weapons depot. During the First World War it was used as a conscription and training centre. During the Second World War, the 22nd Infantry Regiment had its headquarters at Fort Monostor, and the soldiers of the 1st and 2nd Infantry Regiments were stationed there. After the Second World War.
Between 1945 and 1990, the Red Army's Army Group South set up the largest ammunition depot in Central Europe in the fort. With their withdrawal, the military function of the fortress ended forever.
Today the fort is a popular destination with a military history exhibition, Cold War vehicles, a bread museum, a boat exhibition and numerous events.
beauty of nature
Nature. The most beautiful thing in the world is, precisely, the conjunction of learning and inspiration. Oh, the passion for research and the joy of discovery!
A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
Goldentail morays (Gymnothorax miliaris) are usually brown with tiny yellow spots, see here). Every once is a while you find one that is yellow with some brown to form a honeycomb. (Or more precisely, instead of small yellow spots, there are large yellow spots.)
This was a small one, maybe 15cm long in total. The trick is to get it to be out of its hiding hole enough to get the strobes to light the moray without hitting the background coral.
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Great Egret hunting in the meadow
Every summer this Great Egret comes to our house and hunts the open land around us. He knows precisely where to find his summer fare of lizards, snakes and voles. His movements bring to mind nature's form of Tai Chi as he slowly and precisely moves through the landscape always coming away quite satisfied...
DE: Auf der Leerfahrt vom Handelshafen zurück zum Rangierbahnhof, um dort den zweiten DHL Paketzug an den Haken zu nehmen, überquert 294 616 die denkmalgeschützte Mühlau-Hubbrücke. Der Wettergott hatte wohl ein Einsehen und so war genau im richtigen Moment die Sonne zur Stelle.
EN: On the empty run from the commercial port back to the marshalling yard to pick up the second DHL parcel train, 294 616 crosses the listed Mühlau lift bridge. The god of weather must have had a good eye and so the sun was at hand precisely in the right moment.
The warmth of the sun still lingers on her skin as she walks barefoot along the path.
One last glance back at the water, a quiet smile – it is precisely these moments that linger.
She’s returning from sunbathing, her thoughts light, her head clear. In one hand her sandals, in the other her bag – and on her back, her new radio bag from Royal Bags.
Unobtrusive, yet somehow exactly the detail that completes the moment.
Music plays softly, barely audible to others, but just right for her.
A personal soundtrack for this little stroll between sunshine and everyday life.
It’s not a grand statement – more that quiet feeling of ‘everything’s just right right now’.
And perhaps that’s exactly what makes this rucksack so special:
It accompanies her without imposing itself… and turns a simple walk home into a little summer moment.
Many thanks to Remy for this lovely gift :)
The bag is available for men and women in six different colours.
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being knowledgeable is essential, because, to me, nothing appears quite so difficult as to pose a model well and light him correctly, for the very reason that it seems so simple to do.
In the interest of photography and photographers I cannot urge amateurs enough to understand that photography is not a trade but an art and that, as a consequence, their feeling and their knowledge must be reflected in their works just as the feeling of a painter is reflected in his paintings :-)
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St Albans Cathedral. We are now in the 14th century, and this clock would precisely indicate when and at what time we would have the next solar eclipse whilst pilgrims would arrive and marvel at the holy remains of Saint Albanus. Richard of Wallingford was a scholar and the Abbot of what was then St Albans Abbey. He designed this astronomical clock (here a replica made in 1988) which was finished around 1355 (and demolished when Henry VIII confiscated the abbey and made sure that the shrine of St Albanus was flattened). Fuji X-E3.
Another image from my wonderful journey to California this summer of 2019 with my west coast damsel who took me to the city by the bay, or more precisely across the Golden Gate Bridge into Marin County, on the grounds of what once was a military installation defending San Francisco and Northern California but today is largest urban national park in the United States, the Golden Gate National Recreation Area (GGNRA). While at the San Francisco Bay Area and as we traveled up the Pacific Coast Highway, I was constantly hampered or tasked by the eerie fog or marine layer which is the result of prevailing northwest winds actually change because of the in the summer the inland temperatures are quite hot, 90’ + so the bay is often subject to low clouds and fog. I was forewarned by my sweet companion but it’s one of those things that you got to see to believe. So the day we ventured into Sausalito into the Marin Highlands was such a day and in addition, the hand carved passage tunnel to the Point Bonita Lighthouse was closed which a very kind and helpful NPS Ranger informed us and told us of vantage point that the Point Bonita Lighthouse could be view. We hiked up there, the constraining marine layer notwithstanding, I was able to capture this image of the Point Bonita Lighthouse through substantial fog from that vantage point, thank you NPS Park Ranger. I hope to convince my west coast damsel to venture here again on my next trip out west, so we may venture to the actual lighthouse.
Vancouver Island is just coming out of a major wind storm.... more than 100 power outages on South Vancouver Island alone and we were without power for most of the day yesterday. It is currently snowing heavily... much nicer than a couple of days ago... and I am still hopeful for good photography in the snowy environment.... This being said... It is curious that when you feel you would have time to do all kinds of things that have been on the back of your mind for a while, is the day where you precisely can't do them... there are not much you can do without electricity.... and the moment the electrical power is back... you are too busy doing the things that were on mind when you were without … c'est la vie... These will be my last postings on Flickr for the next little while... Have fun! Wishing you all the best photos opportunities... as always...
This little bird appeared out of nowhere or, more precisely, it startled up from near my feet and landed on a nearby acacia. It watched me closely, as if its burrow lay just out of sight. I took a few shots, then quietly continued my walk.
(Pardalotus punctatus)
The Heel Stone at Stonehenge is a natural stone, which has not been worked by tools, and extends someway underground. It weighs around 35 tonnes. It marks precisely the direction of the midwinter sunset and midsummer sunrise in relation to the main group of stones. Unfortunately, I dn't quite get the sunset I hoped for at Winter Solstice 2023, but there was at least some colour in the clouds.
I live only a short drive from Stonehenge, dating to around 2,300 BC in its current form, is one of the world's most mysterious and iconic sites, but I don't often go there to take photos: it's expensive to get in and the crowds can make it difficult to get good shots.
One of my parishioners asked me to take her there so she could watch the winter solstice sunset. Around 6,000 people had been there to see the sunrise that morning, but at sunset there were maybe 100 or 150. The horizon was cloudy at sunset itself, but I did get some great shots of the stones about 20-30 minutes before sunset. It was a very windy afternoon.
From a bird hide in the Netherlands, I had the chance to capture this kingfisher. At first, everything was in shadow, but a little later the kingfisher was precisely lit by the sun, while the background was still dark. Which produced this very cool image
So exciting, I've just got the test roll of a new old vintage M4. I can't wait until MP right in place. Sorry pal, maybe I'll get one in the future.
All the test frames are exposed accurately as expected. I am using a Gossen 1° spot meter for light metering.
No light leak, low-speed shutter responds precisely, evrything works outstaningly and the OVF is remarkablely crystal clear.
I am wondering if I should get an additional light meter in terms of mobility(Gossen Digiflash II) at the moment.
Remark: sorry about the low resolution scan from the out-tasking film development shop.
Or better: Hippeastrum is a genus in the family Amaryllidaceae.
The name Hippeastrum, given to it by William Herbert, means "Knight's-star-lily", although precisely what Herbert meant by the name is not certain.
For many years there was confusion among botanists over the generic names Amaryllis and Hippeastrum, one result of which is that the common name "Amaryllis" is mainly used for cultivars of this genus, often sold as indoor flowering bulbs particularly at Christmas in the northern hemisphere.
By contrast the generic name Amaryllis applies to bulbs from South Africa, usually grown outdoors. The genus is native to tropical and subtropical regions of the Americas from Argentina north to Mexico and the Caribbean.
And although the 1987 decision settled the question of the scientific name of the genus, the common name "Amaryllis" continues to be used.
Bulbs sold as Amaryllis and described as ready to bloom for the holidays belong to the genus Hippeastrum.
I love the more theatrical dramatic light for some flowers: the 'divas', LOL.
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Tower of Hercules
The Tower of Hercules is a tower and lighthouse located on a hill on the peninsula of the city of La Coruña, in Galicia (Spain). Its total height is 55 meters, and dates from the 1st century. It has the privilege of being the only Roman lighthouse and the oldest in operation in the world. It is the third lighthouse in Spain, behind the Chipiona Lighthouse (62 m. N. M.) And the Maspalomas Lighthouse (60 m. N. M.). On June 27, 2009 it was declared a World Heritage Site by Unesco.
There are several legends related to the construction of the Tower of Hercules. One of them tells that Hercules arrived by boat to the coasts that currently surround the Tower, and that it was precisely there that he buried the head of the giant Gerión, after defeating him in combat. This legend represents the continuity of the Roman legacy of Hercules over the tarthetic-Phoenician legacy of Geryon.
Likewise, historians identified the tower as the place where the Breogan Tower could have been located, a mythological tower that appears among others in the Irish mythological cycle (more specifically in the Leabhar Ghabhála Érenn, written around the 11th century), and from the that Ith, the son of Breogan, would have sighted the coasts of Ireland. This suspicion is heightened by the place name Brigantium, which is highly possible that it derives from Breogán, and it has sustenance in the tradition of the Romans when it comes to identifying their own gods or heroes, in this case Hercules, with the autochthonous ones.
Mythology says that «there was a giant named Geryon, king of Brigantium, who forced his subjects to give him half of their goods, including their children. One day the subjects decided to ask for help from Hercules, who challenged Gerión in a great fight. Hercules defeated Geryon, buried him, and raised a burial mound that he crowned with a great torch. Near this burial mound he founded a city. However, this story dates from the end of the 13th century from a general chronicle used in Mediterranean mythology to elaborate a history of the Brigantia lighthouse. The myth takes the Greek hero Hercules. The Castilian myth says that these people were brought from Galatia, in Anatolia, and that "that's why that land was called Galizia". This legend inspired by Mediterranean mythology will be promoted during the 19th and 20th centuries, [citation needed] when the Brigantium lighthouse is renamed "Tower of Hercules" changing Breogan for Hercules, as the first person to arrive was a woman called Cruña (or Crunia), Hercules gave the city this name », a version that appears in the Estoria of Spain.
Torre de Hércules
La Torre de Hércules es una torre y faro situado sobre una colina en la península de la ciudad de La Coruña, en Galicia (España). Su altura total es de 55 metros,y data del siglo I. Tiene el privilegio de ser el único faro romano y el más antiguo en funcionamiento del mundo. Es el tercer faro en altura de España, por detrás del Faro de Chipiona (62 m s. n. m.) y del Faro de Maspalomas (60 m s. n. m.). El 27 de junio de 2009 fue declarado Patrimonio de la Humanidad por la Unesco.
Hay varias leyendas relacionadas con la construcción de la torre de Hércules. Una de ellas cuenta que Hércules llegó en barca a las costas que rodean actualmente la Torre, y que fue precisamente allí el lugar donde enterró la cabeza del gigante Gerión, después de vencerle en combate. Esta leyenda representa la continuidad del legado romano de Hércules sobre el legado tartésico-fenicio de Gerión.
Asimismo, historiadores identificaron la torre como el lugar donde pudo haber estado situada la Torre de Breogán, una torre mitológica que aparece entre otros en el ciclo mitológico irlandés (más concretamente en el Leabhar Ghabhála Érenn, escrito alrededor del siglo XI), y desde la que Ith, hijo de Breogán, habría avistado las costas de Irlanda. Esta sospecha viene acrecentada por el topónimo Brigantium, que es altamente posible que derive de Breogán,y tiene sustento en la tradición de los romanos a la hora de identificar a sus propios dioses o héroes, en este caso Hércules, con los autóctonos.
La mitología dice que «hubo un gigante llamado Gerión, rey de Brigantium, que obligaba a sus súbditos a entregarle la mitad de sus bienes, incluyendo sus hijos. Un día los súbditos decidieron pedir ayuda a Hércules, que retó a Gerión en una gran pelea. Hércules derrotó a Gerión, lo enterró y levantó un túmulo que coronó con una gran antorcha. Cerca de este túmulo fundó una ciudad. No obstante esta historia data de finales del siglo XIII de una crónica general recurrida de la mitología mediterránea para elaborar una historia del faro de Brigantia. El mito coge al héroe griego Hércules, Dice el mito castellano que esa gente fue traída de Galatia, en Anatolia, y que "por eso fue llamada aquella tierra Galizia". Esta leyenda inspirada en la mitología mediterránea será promocionada durante el siglo XIX y XX,[cita requerida] cuando el faro de Brigantium es rebautizado con el nombre de "Torre de Hércules" cambiando a Breogan por Hércules, como la primera persona que llegó fue una mujer llamada Cruña (o Crunia), Hércules puso a la ciudad este nombre», versión que aparece en la Estoria de España.
Uitgerekend op de dag waarop de lucht afgelopen week onbeschrijflijk mooi was, had ik mijn camera niet bij mij. De dag erna ben ik daarom trouw met camera en statief in m’n tas naar mijn werk gefietst. En hoewel het kleurenspel rond zonsondergang geenszins teleurstelde, was de lucht bij lange na niet zo mooi als de dag ervoor. Zul je net zien…
Precisely on the day that the sky was indescribably beautiful last week, I didn't bring my camera. Therefore, I staunchly packed my camera and tripod before biking to work the day after. And while the colours during sunset were by no means disappointing, the sky wasn't nearly as beautiful as the day before. Naturally...
I watched in sordid fascination as the man levered his car back and forward, trying to park it in precisely the spot he’d chosen, each clumsy movement reminiscent of the death throes of some large beast. We were at Chippenham Services, on the way home from the rugby international at Twickenham. Once he’d finally manoeuvred his steed exactly as planned, neither he nor his wife could get out of the car without having to hold in the doors carefully for fear of smashing them into those of the two they’d squeezed in between. The row behind was completely empty. Thirty spaces or more, with not a single vehicle, and no discernable disadvantage in pulling up in one of them, other than having to walk an additional four yards to get to the queue for McDonalds. And this was a young couple, neither of them blighted by any apparent mobility issues. They’d lost far more time with all of that elaborate back and forth, and then having to escape from the car like contestants on The Krypton Factor. Why on earth didn’t he park in one of the spaces in that huge empty row? Why had nobody else parked in that gloriously unsullied swathe?
It’s one of my prime sources of first world irritation. I’m the one who parks as far away as I can from the supermarket door, just to give myself the best chance of returning to my car to find it standing alone with at least one space on either side. And if I really must park next to another car, it will be a brand new Mercedes or BMW - something like that, where the owner is going to be particularly precious about their paintwork. Never a Citroen Picasso, or anything that has a sticker saying “Baby on Board.” And If I do emerge with my purchases to find my car has formed some kind of union with a new neighbour in an otherwise empty row of spaces, Captain Grumpy takes over. I mean, why park next to the one other car when there are twenty unused spaces on either side? Even when I write about this imaginary (but sometimes real) scenario, I can feel my heckles rising. Is it that humans want to bond, or do they just mostly follow each other in a trance-like form of psychological programming? Is my compulsion to go out of my way to keep my distance from everyone else just another sign that I’m a loner at heart? Probably.
I was making this point most forcibly as we parked at Morrison’s in Tavistock, having of course selected as isolated a parking space as I could find. Dave and Lee, having heard this all before, had stuffed their ears with cheese so as not to have to endure it again. “Don’t start him off again,” Dave sighed, as Lee banged his head on the tarmac to see if it would stop him hearing my tirade. “And then there’s George Ezra!” I continued with a non-sequitur so obscure that it even surprised me. “What about George Ezra?” came the response. “Well his songs are all the same. He does a high bit, and then he does a low bit, and then he does it all again!” Quite why I’d chosen a random celebrity songsmith to rant about next, not even I could tell you, but even the mere notion of someone unnecessarily parking alongside sets me off into a world of fury. Imagine if George parked next me in a huge empty row, wound down his window and started singing at me? And there’s another one. Other people’s music choices being played at me. I can’t stand that either. Not even when it’s bands that I like. Maybe I need to relocate to a Pacific atoll and live on coconuts and bananas. One with good sunsets of course. Some of us just aren’t cut out for the wider world. Dave did concede that I had a point about George Ezra.
It was a good job that we were going somewhere quiet and remote this morning; a forest where we could spread out and roam alone. A place which wasn’t feted as a togs’ hotspot. But we’d passed it as evening drew in on the way back from our outing the previous afternoon and immediately added it to the itinerary. We made it our first port of call the following morning, and after picking up our lunch without any parking related commotion at Morrison’s we pulled up here, piled out of the car and disappeared into the dark mist filled spruce columns.
And talking of oddballs and loners, there were one or two interesting characters lurking under the canopy. I’ll bet nobody’s brave enough to park right alongside this one when he takes the Land Rover into Widecombe on the Moor to stock up on fresh supplies of moss and woodlice. With his unicorn horn, he’s not going to be taking any nonsense from anyone is he?
He wasn’t the only oddball we found in the woods, so I may bring you back here for another story. Next time I promise not to rant about anything at all. But just in case you happen to parking in a supermarket in West Cornwall, and you notice a metallic blue Skoda Yeti sitting over there in the far corner on its own, please don’t feel the need to pull up alongside it if you don’t mind. You never know what kind of spleen venting monster you might set off when the owner returns. Especially if your surname is Ezra and you like a bit of a sing song now and again.
Morning exercises !!.
A beautiful ,very approachable Duck.
One of only two " Torrent Ducks" in the world and if not more carefully looked after there shall only be one.
As a boy in the bush with my Dad they were very abundant and he could gauge the amount of rain over summer qualitatively not precisely by how far out of the river bed these birds chose to nest.
If I remember rightly it was pretty accurate.
Why has God given animals far better judgement in some areas to us?..
The abbey of Piona, or more precisely of the Priory of Piona ( Italy ) . In this place you can breathe a relaxed and peaceful atmosphere. It is still inhabited by Cistercian monks and makes forget the hustle and bustle of everyday life and the chaos of the city.
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Safranbolu (from Greek: Σαφράμπολις) is a town and district of Karabük Province in the Black Sea region of Turkey. It is about 200 kilometres (120 mi) north of Ankara and about a 100 km south of the Black Sea coast, or more precisely about 9 km north of the city of Karabük. Former Turkish names of the town were Zalifre and Taraklıborlu and in Greek Theodoroupolis, Θεοδωρούπολις (i.e. city of Theodorus or female Theodora) and latter Saframpolis, Σαφράμπολις. It was part of Kastamonu Province until 1923 and Zonguldak Province between 1923 and 1995.
The Old Town preserves many old buildings, with 1008 registered historical artifacts. These are: 1 private museum, 25 mosques, 5 tombs, 8 historical fountains, 5 Turkish baths, 3 caravanserais, 1 historical clock tower, 1 sundial and hundreds of houses and mansions. Also there are mounds of ancient settlements, rock tombs and historical bridges. The Old Town is situated in a deep ravine in a fairly dry area in the rain shadow of the mountains. The New Town can be found on the plateau about two kilometers west of the Old Town.
The name of the town derives from 'saffron' and the Greek word 'polis' (city),[citation needed] since Safranbolu was a trading place and a center for growing saffron. Today saffron is still grown at the village of Davutobası which is 22 km east of Safranbolu and probably one of the best quality saffrons in the world.
Safranbolu was added to the list of UNESCO World Heritage sites in 1994 due to its well-preserved Ottoman era houses and architecture.
The moment the safehouse lights flickered, Frank knew the intel had been compromised—again. He pressed himself against the cold concrete, breath shallow, as footsteps echoed too precisely down the corridor to be coincidence. Hours earlier, He had handed over encrypted files to Marcus, the only person He trusted in a city stitched together by lies, and now every exit was sealed. Through the cracked door, He caught a glimpse of him; calm, composed, speaking into a comms device with the kind of ease that only comes from choosing a side long ago. Betrayal didn’t sting; it clarified. With sirens rising and shadows closing in, Frank made his choice: burn every secret, vanish into the chaos, and leave Marcus with nothing but the realisation that even when your back’s to the wall, survival belongs to the one who sees the truth first..
storytelling in black and white.
This morning we have gone from bright sunshine to a hail storm - - - British spring time.
This is precisely why Phill shouldn't consume as much of that cured dried meat as he does. The effects are starting to affect my ability of Astral Conjecture, as you can see by the scattering of my particles. It must be something to do with the levels of noxious gas, built up over the last 2 hours. Jeezuz!
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This is a view of the fortress (more precisely, of part of its wall) from the opposite, western side. The photograph was taken in the evening, and the backlight hit the lens. But I like it.
The weathercock atop the church tonight was positioned precisely to reflect the red sunset sky to the west and above was the waxing moon. This picture was created from the three photos. Der Wetterhahn auf der Kirche stand heute Abend genau so, dass er den roten Sonnenuntergangshimmel im Westen reflektiert hat und oben stand der zunehmende Mond. Aus den drei Fotos ist dieses Bild entstanden.
Apparently, blue is "in" this Autumn...
“Precisely the least, the softest, lightest, a lizard's rustling, a breath, a flash, a moment - a little makes the way of the best happiness.”
~ Friedrich Nietzsche
A bronze by Leopoldo Emperador (1954). It's situated along the promenade on the outskirts of Arrecife, Lanzarote, Spain (more precisely near la Playa del Reducto).
The history of the renowned pencil manufacturer Koh-i-Noor goes back to the 18th century. Koh-i-Noor became known worldwide through the innovative invention of Joseph Hardtmuth, who in 1792 developed a new method for pressing and burning pencil leads. It is made entirely of metal and therefore heavy, but precisely because of this it lies perfectly balanced in the hand.
Pentax DA* 55mm/f1.4, developed with ACDSee Photo Studio Professional 2020
Or better: Hippeastrum is a genus in the family Amaryllidaceae.
The name Hippeastrum, given to it by William Herbert, means "Knight's-star-lily", although precisely what Herbert meant by the name is not certain.
For many years there was confusion among botanists over the generic names Amaryllis and Hippeastrum, one result of which is that the common name "Amaryllis" is mainly used for cultivars of this genus, often sold as indoor flowering bulbs particularly at Christmas in the northern hemisphere.
By contrast the generic name Amaryllis applies to bulbs from South Africa, usually grown outdoors.
The genus is native to tropical and subtropical regions of the Americas from Argentina north to Mexico and the Caribbean.
And although the 1987 decision settled the question of the scientific name of the genus, the common name "Amaryllis" continues to be used.
Bulbs sold as Amaryllis and described as ready to bloom for the holidays belong to the genus Hippeastrum.
I love the more theatrical dramatic light for some flowers: the 'divas', LOL.
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a capture of Cattleya park in the city of Jakarta that precisely located in Palmerah sub-district, West Jakarta, Jakarta, Indonesia.
"Thank you very much for all your faves and stay healthy" 😃
I went for a walk today, or more precisely, climbed. Since I brought only a film camera, this "report" is a mobile phone photo. Forests, lakes, and mountains surround my small hometown. I climbed 2 km to get up here.
The former Berlin-Rummelsburg power plant.
It is precisely what is different, what is unusual, that captures our attention. What is different broadens our horizons.
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Das ehemalige Heizkraftwerk Berlin-Rummelsburg.
Das Andere, das Ungewöhnliche ist es doch, dass unsere Aufmerksamkeit erregt. Anders erweitert unseren Horizont.
"Listening and watching of a Great Grey Owl".
I watched this Great Grey Owl as she flew silently over the meadow watching but more precisely listening for voles.
You can see how she suddenly changes her focus as she obviously heard something from a completely different direction.
Beija-flor
Very small hummingbird,
about 8 cm
Beija-flor muito pequeno,
cerca de 8 cm
I can't say precisely what species this hummingbird is.
Não sei dizer com precisão qual é a espécie desse beija-flor.
Topetinho-vermelho (Fêmea)?
Besourinho-de-bico-preto?
Beija-flor-de-papo-branco?
Beija-flor-de-barriga-branca?
Apodiformes (Ordem)
Trochilidae (Família)
Pássaro Silvestre
Software: Windows Paint 3D; AI-S24Ultra;
Pixlr
Água Mineral
Parque Nacional de Brasília
Brasília, Brasil
On our hike up from Adeje to the Boca del Paso, Olymp suddenly spotted this particularly beautiful fly on a rock face. Just look at its forehead!
I was not entirely sure what it is more precisely but Thijs de Graaf (see below) helped me on the way. Dave - also below - helped me as well. It does look like Gonia ornata but there's a discussion among fly experts that it might be Gonia bimaculata given the season.
One of those od shots that I don't really know precisely what or how it happened.
Vistula bank, Wielkie Stwolno, August 15
Precious few context clues precisely define the date of this scene. Were it not for small VIA Rail signage wedged in the back of plush dome seats or piles of Georgian Bay lake effect snow cloaking all the trailing locomotive save the prominent rear carbody extension, this stainless steel spectacle framed in the quarter-round window of the "Park" dome car would pass for 1955.
Or 1975.
Or 1995.
Both literally and figuratively, the 13 Budd-built cars of VIA Train 2, the eastbound Canadian, charge valiantly past Bala Subdivision milepost 69, which stands just this side of the Trans-Canada Highway 12 road crossing, somewhere in a snowy cloud on the leeward side of the train. Train 2's youngest cars, built in April 1955 for Canadian Pacific Railway, have achieved milepost 69 as a measurement of age and all 13 cars within the train will have hit the 70-year mark by the time these southern Ontario snows begin to melt. While Train 2 must throttle down slightly to observe the 65 mph permanent slow order ahead at mile 68.1, that's the only indication this rolling stock is slowing down anytime soon. With VIA Rail's "Request for Qualification" for prospective long-distance, regional, and remote-service cars issued only in December 2024, this train's collective in service time — currently 988 years across the 13 cars and two locomotives — will almost certainly exceed the millennium mark before replacements arrive.
Evening light is shaping this lovely Swiss landscape. Panoramic view from Mount Gurten (864 m), Bern’s local mountain. The Swiss Alps (more precisely the Bernese Alps) are visible in the background.
Many thanks for your visits / comments / faves!
Two photos overlayed that show the Canada Geese and Snow Geese. The Canada Geese overlayed more precisely and showing the wings in two positions.
Bombay Hook NWR, Delaware.
Narai-juku ist eine historische Poststadt im Kiso-Tal in der Präfektur Nagano, Japan. Während der Edo-Zeit (1603-1868) war Narai-juku eine wichtige Station an der Straße Nakasendo, die Kyoto mit Edo (heute Tokyo) verband. Sie war die wohlhabendste der 69 Poststädte entlang des Nakasendo und lag genau in der Mitte zwischen Kyoto und Edo. Aufgrund ihres Wohlstands und der großen Anzahl von Gasthäusern und Geschäften, die Reisende versorgten, wurde sie manchmal "Narai der tausend Häuser" genannt. Die Stadt florierte als wichtiger Rastplatz, an dem Feudalherren, Kaufleute und andere Reisende auf ihrer langen Reise Unterkunft, Verpflegung, Vorräte und Unterhaltung finden konnten.
Viele der historische Häuser sind erhalten geblieben oder wieder aufgebaut worden und säumen die ca. 1 km lange alte Hauptstraße durch den Ort.
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Narai-juku is a historic post town in the Kiso Valley of Nagano Prefecture, Japan. During the Edo period (1603–1868), Narai-juku was an important stop on the Nakasendo road, which connected Kyoto with Edo (present-day Tokyo). It was the wealthiest of the 69 post towns along the Nakasendo and was situated precisely halfway between Kyoto and Edo. Due to its prosperity and the large number of inns and shops that catered to travelers, it was sometimes called "Narai of a Thousand Houses." The town flourished as an important rest stop where feudal lords, merchants, and other travelers could find lodging, food, supplies, and entertainment on their long journeys.
Many of the historic houses have been preserved or reconstructed and line the approximately 1 km long old main street through the town.