The Ardid Palace, in the "Calle Mayor", is a 16th century building that follows the typology of Aragonese palaces.

This century can be considered as the Golden Age of Alcañiz. A true reflection of this is precisely the large number of palatial houses that were built.

At present it has undergone a deep restoration and is home to the Municipal Library and Archive.

El Palacio Ardid, en la Calle Mayor, es un edificio del siglo XVI que sigue la tipología de los palacios aragoneses.

Este siglo puede ser considerado como el Siglo de Oro de Alcañiz. Fiel reflejo de esto es, precisamente, el gran número de casas palaciegas que se construyeron.

En la actualidad ha sufrido una profunda restauración y es sede de la Biblioteca y Archivo Municipal.

Comarca del Bajo Aragón

Alcañiz (Teruel/ Comunidad autónoma de Aragón/ Spain).

This is what the lady said, after seeing, what I took a picture of. This Birdo mural is one of his newest. Less colours then usual, but still Pretty Good, Eh.

Birdo (Jerry Rugg) murals are some of the most visible wall art pieces in the city. Precisely executed, vibrant and imaginative. He paints everywhere; from a 5 story building to a bedroom fantasy decoration. His dream to paint CN Tower is still a dream at this point. One day.....

510. TMR Toronto 20. Nov, 2020, P1430982; Uploaded 22. Nov, 2020. Lmx -ZS100.

or, more precisely, during the night...

I think there should be a saying like "He has the patience of a crab spider." They just sit there, totally still, waiting for a random flying insect that's not too big to land in precisely the right spot. This was the first time I recall ever seeing one in a butterfly-weed. Photographed in the Holland Sand Prairie State Natural Area near Holmen, Wisconsin.

I had never seen such marvellous peonies and my friend Fernanda had them , so I asked her if I could take pictures, and I think the colors have come out precisely natural, these flowers were simply fantastic and so big ! They had exactly the same light and color as some Flemish paintings , that Flemish look, as I call it !

I was green. Unaware, untested, still carrying the remnants of the relative gullibility that accompanies fortunate children into adulthood, before life strips it away. And with that came that particular brand of arrogance young men are often guilty of— the flaw in the inexperienced exercise of agency, exacerbated by delusions of invincibility, of power, of control. I couldn’t be conquered – or so the delusion went.

I took things in stride, with the kind of calm that can only be born out of complete ignorance. The lattice of carefully selected words, deployed so deliberately and so precisely, was flawlessly constructed. A noose, expertly applied, on a subject lacking in insight to see it for what it is.

Life would later usher the understanding that none of it had been accidental, the understanding of the weight of intent. The deliberateness of an older, more capable adult, deploying a honed skill. With patience born of certainty, and with certainty born of experience. With absolute mastery in creating the illusion of choice.

It began mildly enough, testing the malleable boundaries of the untested. In time, the nature of the fabric revealed itself, something woven out of denial and shame, consumed then regurgitated drenched in bile. Not violently, but quietly, with the skill of someone who truly understood the momentum of words. Verbal constructs that grew tighter and tighter, fueled by a visceral resentment if not outright hatred, forging a mental noose.

The thing about the young and inexperienced is how slowly something cerebral registers. My body was safe in stature, and my heart was safe in detachment, but I hadn’t accounted for my mind – a grave error. I hadn’t considered the pieces of myself that were methodically carved out, replaced by pieces of him. For his voice, embedded into deep recesses, clashing with everything I was and everything I stood for. For the inevitable conflict – the way the seams pulled along the lines of our vast differences, and the way they tore when my confrontational streak surfaced. I hadn’t accounted for how these rips would be branded as failures of control, of character, indicators of fundamental defects, and for the corrosive nature of such pronouncements.

It gave him proverbial standing – he had become Goliath. And Goliath was no longer tightening the noose; he was waging an outright war. Goliath, at my final frontier, singularly determined to reduce the core of personhood to rubble. A war fought with careful words and weaponized silences.

The gravity of such an approach is why I still occasionally think about this.

I am not rebellious by nature. People mistake those who follow the beat of their own drum for rebels, but rebellion is externally rooted. The beat of one’s own drum is wholly internal, and following it is instinctive – the guide to the only viable route in a world of choices. It is neither directed at, nor is it for the benefit of others. And in an outright war, the internal drums became war drums.

It took a long time to understand what triggered that change – like everything else, clarity came with age and a better understanding of myself. But I had understood the threat for the shape that it took, the death sentence to agency – no longer an adjustment or a compromise, but an absolute, nullifying dismantling. Now I know it to also be the grave miscalculation made in betting on the sentimentality of a pragmatist.

The thing about pragmatists is they deal in naked truths and tallies that can seem transactional in nature, but are grounded and inevitable. A cold calculation of net losses and gains - what is given and what is taken, in sharp relief. Including the manufactured reliance – a psychological construct that, when examined closely, had no substance. A voice he’d embedded in spaces he’d created – spaces, it turned out, that can be easily reclaimed.

For something that had become remarkably excruciating, the other truly remarkable aspect of it is how rapidly it came apart from there. Not in days and weeks, but in hours. Years of construction, collapsing like a house of cards. It dissolved not into rage, not into resentment, but into indifference.

Goliath, stripped of the magnitude psychological violence had granted him, was nobody.

He revealed his hand to someone who had finally learned to read the tells and call the bluff. When strategic silences didn’t work, he appeared to pretenses of magnanimity. When he was dismissed, he threatened. When the threats were dismissed, he groveled. And when everything failed, he left – on a lengthy stream of insults against the character he’d ultimately failed to completely break. Words that once held power, but rang hollow overnight.

Nearly two decades have passed. I’ve navigated adult relationships, and done the unthinkable in his book, in building a life with another man without shame. I’ve learned the appropriate terminology for what had been done to me. But more importantly, I’ve come fully unto myself; the good, the bad, and the undoubtedly ugly – knowing, deliberate, and unflinching. A pragmatic, tallying streak that runs deeper than sentimentality. A low tolerance. A readiness to excise. An unwillingness to compromise, for better or for worse, on specific sets of preferences, principles, or simple truths. An assortment of parts, of varying merit, equally owned and retained.

In those decades, his news always found their way to me — because offenders of all persuasions often emerge from one’s own circle. News of someone I cannot comment on, because his truth is not mine to disclose, in disclosing a shared past. He carried the lie so far, I believe the infamous closet swallowed him whole and chewed thoroughly. When he finally emerged, it wasn’t into the open world — the closet spat him into an early grave.

I remember him now through the lens of a man at the tail end of 30s. And through that lens, I remember the most unsettling element – the pattern. The deliberate preference for the defenselessness of inexperience against the words crafted by someone both remarkably underhanded and experienced. Never had the weight of his intent felt heavier than it did, when I approached age he was when he approached me, coming face to face with the colossal chasm between the person I once was, and the person I had become, and with it the gravity of actions.

And I remember him through the lens of my younger self. I remember the anger and resentment, palpable entities that drove him to destroy self-acceptance wherever he found it in others, like a misguided act of revenge against those the arbitrary injustice inflicted upon him didn’t reach. And beneath them the guilt and shame that he wasn’t – nor could he ever be – who he believed he should have been.

As I sit and reflect over the news of his premature passing, I find myself unmoved. The standard gamut of acceptable sentiments – sympathy, empathy, and other…athies, the sentiments provoked by those who take their own lives, are simply absent. But neither is there a trace of relief or reveling. I find the indifference he’d eventually engendered all those years ago to hold true, even in death.

It’s fitting that this final recollection is scattered into the oblivion of this unending stream.

Üsi Rechnig isch begliche. Zwüsche üs git’s weder Richter no Gschwornig, weder Groll no Gfüehl. Nume d’Zyt – und jetzt nume no Äsche un Staub.

Ade.

Y el último rayo de sol , precisamente el último , se enamoró de una hermosa nube , y así fue como le sacaron los colores al cielo...

And the last ray of sunlight, precisely the last, fell in love with a beautiful cloud, and that's how the colors were brought out of the sky...

"You do not need to know precisely what is happening, or exactly where it is all going. What you need is to recognize the possibilities and challenges offered by the present moment, and to embrace them with courage, faith and hope."

— Thomas Merton

The more precisely a photographer knows what it is he wishes to do, the better the chances are that he will do it :-)

Andreas Feininger

HBW!! Climate Change Matters! Resist the Despicable Orange Cockroach and his Cabinet of Stooges and Buffoons!!

Gatsby Pink oakleaf hydrangea, 'JoAnn', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina

La capitale dei trulli, straordinarie testimonianze di edilizia in pietra a secco a lastre dal tetto a forma conica o piramidale, che dal 1996 sono entrati di diritto nella World Heritage List dell’UNESCO.

L'intera Valle d’Itria si caratterizza proprio per la presenza di queste pittoresche costruzioni che affondano le proprie radici nell'era preistorica, ma è proprio ad Alberobello che si trova la massima concentrazione di esemplari meglio conservati.

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The capital of the trulli, extraordinary examples of dry stone slab construction with conical or pyramidal roofs, which have entered the UNESCO World Heritage List since 1996.

The entire Valle d'Itria is characterized precisely by the presence of these picturesque buildings which have their roots in the prehistoric era, but it is precisely in Alberobello that the greatest concentration of the best preserved specimens is found.

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.

www.iranykomarom.hu/en/fort-monostor-en

A fiery sky occurs every so often where I have been visiting for a while at St. Mary's (Tasmania, Australia). The town is about a 20 minute drive to the North-East coastline. More precisely the scene is along the ridges at nearby St. Patricks Head. The mountain peak is a jagged 694-metre rocky peak, with steep climbs and 360-panorama views of the valley and coast.

Explore, April 5, 2026

Every sunrise reminds me that the world cannot be taken for granted – a sign of light that shows me how precious every moment is, precisely because it never returns.

“Sometimes, when people have a low opinion of their own worth—or, perhaps, when they refuse responsibility for their lives—they choose a new acquaintance, of precisely the type who proved troublesome in the past. Such people don’t believe that they deserve any better—so they don’t go looking for it. Or, perhaps, they don’t want the trouble of better. Freud called this a ‘repetition compulsion.’ He thought of it as an unconscious drive to repeat the horrors of the past—sometimes, perhaps, to formulate those horrors more precisely, sometimes to attempt more active mastery and sometimes, perhaps, because no alternatives beckon. People create their worlds with the tools they have directly at hand. Faulty tools produce faulty results. Repeated use of the same faulty tools produces the same faulty results. It is in this manner that those who fail to learn from the past doom themselves to repeat it. It’s partly fate. It’s partly inability. It’s partly … unwillingness to learn? Refusal to learn? Motivated refusal to learn?” Jordan B Peterson

Painting: 'Own Light' (2017)

Artist: Lara de Moor

Location: Museum MORE, Gorssel, The Netherlands

"""Nothing within her compositions occur by chance. The often monumental interior scenes are carefully orchestrated still lives. As part of het creative proces, Lara de Moor, constructs installations using precisely positioned objects, either in her own home or in other characteristic spaces. She photographed these scenarios and then translates them into oil on canvas.

By blending familiar elements with unsettling ones, here representations appear infused with emotions or thoughts, acting as a filter over the depicted spaces or even distorting the overall image."""

Info: Museum MORE

A very merry unbirthday to me

To who?

To me

Oh you!

A very merry unbirthday to you

Who me?

Yes, you!

Oh, me!

Let's all congratulate us with another cup of tea

A very merry unbirthday to you!

Now, statistics prove, prove that you've one birthday

Imagine, just one birthday every year

Ah, but there are three hundred and sixty four unbirthdays!

Precisely why we're gathered here to cheer

A very merry unbirthday to you, to you

To me?

To you!

A very merry unbirthday

For me?

For you!

Now blow the candle out my dear

And make your wish come true

A merry merry unbirthday to you!

Songwriters: Mack David / Al Hoffman / Jerry Livingston

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.

www.iranykomarom.hu/en/fort-monostor-en

Eine exakte Bestimmung ist schwierig, da die Scheckfalter sich meist nur durch die Flügelunterseite genau bestimmen lassen.

An exact determination is difficult because the checkered butterflies can usually only be identified precisely by looking at the underside of their wings.

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!

After the brilliant sunrise we had, the day became progressively more overcast. Then finally, in the late afternoon, the heavens opened and a storm passed over Tullah. It is precisely for this reason that Lake Rosebery was constructed in the first place.

The title says it all.

Quote Of The Day:

"When you get into politics, you find that all your worst nightmares about it turn out to be true, and the people who are attracted to large concentrations of power are precisely the ones who should be kept as far away from it as possible." (Ken Livingstone)

Precisely detailed Common Sootywing Skipper butterfly at rest for a moment.

Considered uncommon for this area. Easily mistaken for a tiny wasp.

EN: Worldwide known are the vineyards of the Douro Valley and their precious good in the shape of exquisite wines or the famous port wines. In autumn, the vineyards literally glow and invite tourists from all over the world.

A special spectacle for the railroad fans is the use of the around 60 years old diesel locomotives of English Electric. Built for the Portuguese railroads as the 1400 series, the locomotives have a design that takes a lot of getting used. However, it is precisely the design that makes the locomotives so special! Originally intended for storage, a lack of traction units led to a rebirth and the locomotives can be seen daily with the cars of the same generation on the interregional trains between Porto and Pocinho.

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DE: Weltweit bekannt sind die Weinberge des Dourotals und ihr kostbares Gut in Form von exquisiten Weinen oder den berühmten Portweinen. Im Herbst leuchten die Reben förmlich und laden Touristen aus der gesamten Welt.

Ein besonders Spektakel für die Eisenbahnfans ist der Einsatz der rund 60 Jahre alten Diesellokomotiven von English Electric. Für die portugiesische Eisenbahn als Serie 1400 gebaut, weisen die Loks ein sehr gewöhnungsbedürftiges Design auf. Gerade dies macht die Loks jedoch so speziell! Ursprünglich zur Abstellung vorgesehen, führten Triebfahrzeugmangel zu einer Wiedergeburt und die Loks sind mit den Wagen gleicher Generation täglich an den Interregiozügen zwischen Porto und Pocinho anzutreffen.

26-October-2023

This is the little area of the western sinkholes at the foot of Mount Škalun (1106m a.s.l., Javorniki), transformed into resurgences with the filling of the aquifers, and covered by water.

The Cerknica basin is approximately 40km2 wide, 38 of which can be submerged by water during periods of heavy, prolonged, repeated and frequent rains!

The maximum size has not been reached for many years, but once the water arrives from all sides it is quite easy (generally for a short time) to cover the entire plain which has the same altitude.

Cerknica town and villages are all built a few meters above this limit, precisely because the flood phases are recurrent and it has been seen that, beyond a certain limit, the permeable calcareous soil resumes and therefore the water (except for very rare extreme occasions) begins to be absorbed before reaching the homes.

07-march-2021: the Prominence of Cima dei Preti from Cimoliana valley (almost 2100m, or the height of the mountain not from sea level, but from where it REALLY RISES) is one of the most massive in the South-Eastern Alpine Sector.

Although it is a "Natural Park" and even if it is an asset of humanity for UNESCO, it is precisely this "humanity" that cannot benefit from the splendid excursions in this fascinatingly wild area!

The area, despite taxes and European funds, is left to its FATE, as is for the naturalists, hikers and old mountaineers who would like to get to know it better (without risking a heart attack).

From a certain point of view, being also a very tormented area from an orographic and morphological point of view, the fact of leaving it to itself, without wanting to develop any form of mass tourism, can be a good thing to preserve the virginity of these mountains, of their vegetation. and their animals, BUT to find only closed roads, barred, with no access everywhere (roads that would be used and were used to avoid walking 15 and pass kilometers of paved roads on the long and flat valley floor, reaching the real starting point of the excursion not already sweaty and annoyed!) is far too demoralizing.

The territory is also quite small, they would have only 3 asphalted streets to keep in order that flow on the bottom of the 3 main valleys of the area, the Zemola, the Settimana and, of course, the Cimoliana, but all three are closed from the start at 600m a.s.l.

It's okay to preserve Nature, but for this to make sense, the area must, in a contingent and intelligent way, be able to access and use them, otherwise everything is an end in itself and a good way to spend citizens' taxes in other ways... Which??

It is not a problem that concerns only the Friulian Dolomites (although only here you can reach 100% inaccessibility), there are many mountain areas that keep mountain roads closed (essential for an average walker), using several excuses as the restoration of the road following a landslide, but landslide was in 2018...and no one works there...

The reachability of Nature, I repeat, with intelligence, is fundamental for the harmony and symbiosis between Man and Nature, but if this were not enough, I would add that it is a Human Right to be able to access the public domain, within the limits of their own safety, that of others and the utmost education.

This scene, of course, comes from a zoo, more precisely: from the Zoo am Meer in Bremerhaven, northern Germany. There is a huge underwater aquarium, in front of whose glass this moment was captured.

He often sees swiftly an entire scene that most people would pass unnoticed. His vision is objective, primarily. His focus is on the world, the scene, the subject, the detail. As he scans his subject he sees as the lens sees, which differs from human vision. Simultaneously he sees the end result, which is to say he sees photographically :-)

Berenice Abbott

The Environment Matters! Resist the Despicable Ignorant Orange Cockroach and his Cabinet of Stooges and Buffoons!!

Gates Pass, Tucson, Arizona

Pas de FAV sans commentaire.

No FAV without comment

Non, nous ne sommes pas dans quelque désert de l'Arizona, mais bien dans le Puy de Dôme,

Plus précisément dans la carrière du puy de la Nugére, où est exploitée la pouzzolane.

Bonne journée à tous.

Merci pour vos visites et commentaires

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No, we are not in some desert in Arizona, but well in the Puy-de-Dome,

More precisely, in the career of le puy of the Nugére, where is operated the pozzolan.

Good day to all.

Thank you for your visits and comments

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Nein, wir sind nicht in irgendeiner wüste in Arizona, sondern in der Puy de Dome, %%, genauer gesagt in der karriere des puy der Nugére, in denen ausgenutzt wird, die puzzolan.

Guten tag an alle.

Danke für eure besuche und kommentare

es ---------------

No, no estamos en el desierto de Arizona, pero también en el Puy-de-Dome, %%, Más precisamente, en la carrera de le puy-de la Nugére, donde se opera la puzolana.

Buen día a todos.

Gracias por sus visitas y comentarios

nl ---------------

Nee, we zijn niet in een woestijn in Arizona, maar ook in de Puy-de-Dome,

Meer precies, in de carrière van le puy van de Nugére, waar is geopereerd pozzolan.

Goede dag allemaal.

Dank u voor uw bezoeken en opmerkingen

it ---------------

No, non siamo in qualche deserto in Arizona, ma nel Puy-de-Dome, %%, Più precisamente, nella carriera di le puy dei Nugére, in cui è gestito il pozzolana.

Buona giornata a tutte.

Grazie per le vostre visite e commenti

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Não, não estamos em algum deserto no Arizona, mas bem no Puy-de-Dome, %%, Mais precisamente, na carreira de puy do Nugére, onde é operado a pozolana.

Bom dia a todos.

Obrigado por suas visitas e comentários de

Steps on Water

Two crows, quiet residents of our parks, stepped into a shallow puddle as if checking what the night had left behind. Their slow rhythm, the tilt of their heads, the careful picking through tiny leaves and grasses — everything feels like a small morning ritual of nature that usually goes unnoticed unless you truly stop and look.

There is something calming in their steps on the water: as if they’re gently parting the surface of the world, opening for a moment a window into a simpler, quieter time. And the water, always patient, remembers every one of their movements and returns it as a trembling reflection — like a sentence that remains unspoken.

Small things. Ordinary birds. A moment that could easily disappear — and precisely because of that, it becomes even more precious.

Koraci po vodi

Dvije vrane, tihe stanovnice naših parkova, zakoračile su u plitku baru kao da provjeravaju što je noć iza sebe ostavila. Njihov usporeni ritam, nagib glave, pažljivo prebiranje po travkama — sve djeluje kao mali jutarnji ritual prirode koji prolazi nezapaženo sve dok ne zastaneš i pogledaš stvarno.

U njihovim koracima po vodi ima nečeg smirujućeg: kao da razmiču površinu svijeta i na kratko otvaraju prozor u jedno jednostavnije, tiše vrijeme. A voda, uvijek strpljiva, pamti svaki njihov pokret i vraća ga u obliku odsjaja koji titra poput neizgovorene rečenice.

Male stvari, obične ptice, trenutak koji bi lako nestao — ali baš zato vrijedi još više.

The Ponta do Escalvado Viewpoint is a lookout located on the west coast of São Miguel Island, precisely at Ponta do Escalvado. Its main attraction is the spectacular view it offers of the sea and the west coast of the island.

Always liked how the towers in the downtown core reflect first light at sunrise.

This is a blend of two frames, one taken precisely at sunrise at 8am and earlier at 7:26am. I wanted to add a little more contrast behind the Ice District towers.

Thanks to my Icelandic contact I now know what this place is called its Mosfellskirkja.

Thank you Thorsteinn Egilson

Not sure precisely where this was taken, somewhere on the main road between Reykjavic and Pingvellir National Park. It was my first full day in Iceland and almost every turn of the road brought forth a new amazing sight. I loved the way this church just sits in this landscape though I am not quite sure were the congregation came from

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As the name implies the Meeting of the waters is where Killarney's famous lakes converge. The Upper lake, Middle Lake (also known as Muckross Lake) and Lower Lake (Lough Leane) all come together at this beautiful spot. It is a little haven of tranquility and can only be reached by foot. It's precisely because I ventured ( and clambered!) through a woodland of moss covered trees to eventually find the bridge, that this is one of my personal favourite shots from our trip to Ireland.

..И вдруг поймёшь, что в мире бренном,

Где все надежды хороши,

Дороже всех прикосновений -

Прикосновение души.

Душа должна души коснуться

И от касанья - задрожать.

Ожить, оттаять, встрепенуться,

Тиски свои на миг разжать.

Понять устойчивость к пожару.

На ощупь. В ширь и глубину.

Как пальцы, взявшие гитару

С опаской трогают струну.

Душа с душой должна сливаться.

В один аккорд, в единый стон,

Не прекращая изумляться,

Что можно просто. В унисон.

Душа должна другую душу

Понять мгновенно и принять

И научиться молча слушать

Или, точнее, осязать...

Тогда (Восьмое чудо света!)

Вскипит, разбуженная кровь,

Являя в дымке предрассветной,

для вас рождённую Любовь!

Автор (Злата Литвинова)

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..And suddenly you realize that in the mortal world,

Where all hopes are good,

The touch of the soul is more precious than all touches.

The soul must touch the soul

And from touch - to tremble.

Come alive, thaw out, wake up,

Loosen your vise for a moment.

Understand the fire resistance.

By touch. wide and deep.

Like fingers picking up a guitar

They gently touch the string.

Soul with soul must merge together.

In one chord, in one moan,

Never ceasing to be surprised,

Which could be simple. In unison.

The soul must have another soul

Instantly understand and accept

And learn to listen in silence

Or, more precisely, to touch ...

then (the eighth wonder of the world!)

the awakened blood will boil,

Appearing in the predawn haze,

Love is born for you!

Author (Zlata Litvinova)

This pretty ground-hugging Geranium or Cranesbill was - among many other names - once described at 'lancastriense', and more precisely as endemic to Walney Isle, the largest of the Furness Islands, British in the Irish Sea off the coast of Lancashire. Here it's in our Hortus, where there are lots of Geraniums and Pelargoniums.

This street artist, named Bordalo II, uses wastes to build improbable bas-reliefs …

This one was posted on a Paris' street …

Precisely rue du Chevaleret.

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Ce street artiste, nommé Bordalo II, utilise des déchets pour construire d'improbables bas-reliefs...

Celui-ci est accroché dans une rue de Paris…

Précisément rue du Chevaleret dans le XIIIe arrondissement.

I opened this Flickr account in order to share some pictures I took during a trip around the world. It's precisely during this journey that I (re)discovered photography. And because storing thousands of images takes so much time, I kept on shooting in the meanwhile. That's why my gallery is now quite hybrid and is not really related with travel anymore. However, I want now to go back in time and post a little serie of pictures taken in Cambodia ...

USAF personnel moving bombs as part of a loading competition. In the background is the Boeing (Rockwell) B-1B Lancer jet bomber her team is working on. Despite participating in this timed competition, the service personnel followed protocol very precisely without undue hurry. Very reassuring!

AVE Madrid - Sevilla a cargo de un S-100 de Renfe. El 21 de abril de 2017 se cumplieron 25 años desde la puesta en marcha de la alta velocidad en España, precisamente en la LAV Madrid - Sevilla y con los trenes S-100 de Renfe. 14/01/2017

Renfe S-100 in charge of an AVE Madrid - Seville service. On April 21, 2017, 25 years have passed since the launch of high speed railways in Spain, precisely in the Madrid - Seville line and with the trains S-100 of Renfe.

This very exotic looking flower isn't a carnivorous plant, even if it's somehow looking like it would bite any moment.

This is the flower of a pumpkin and to be more precisely of a button squash. You can see the fruit already at the bottom. I almost missed this hidden beauty, because it's hiding really good below large leafs. I thank my wife, that she did draw my attention to it.

Diese sehr exotisch aussehende Blüte ist keine fleischfressende Pflanze, auch wenn sie irgendwie aussieht als würde sie gleich zuschnappen. Das ist die Blüte von einem Kürbis, um genau zu sein einem Patisson. Die Frucht ist am unteren Ende auch schon zu sehen.

Diese versteckte Schönheit hätte ich fast übersehen, denn sie versteckt sich wirklich gut unter großen Blättern. Ich danke meiner Frau, dass sie mich darauf aufmerksam gemacht hat.

more of this on my website at: www.shoot-to-catch.de

Beautiful Salamanca's Puente romano - construction date of the bridge not is precisely known, but is among the mandates of the Emperors Augustus (27 B. C.-14 D. C.) & Vespasian (69-79), making it a bimillennium architectural monument. Salamanca is truly one of many Spains must see cities.

I can tell you a little more precisely where we are here than the title suggests.

This photo was taken somewhere in Glencoe National Park in the west of Scotland.

Now that I've just looked back at the photos from my last visit, I feel an almost painful longing for this indescribably fascinating region.

Let's see, maybe I'll make it here a third time. After all, they say that all good things come in threes.

Ein klein wenig genauer, als es der Titel vermuten lässt, kann ich es schon sagen, wo wir uns hier befinden.

Und zwar entstand dieses Foto irgendwo im Glencoe Nationalpark im Westen Schottlands.

Jetzt, wo ich die Fotos meines letzten Besuches gerade wieder angesehen habe, verspüre ich eine fast schmerzhafte Sehnsucht nach dieser unbeschreiblich faszinierenden Region.

Mal sehen, vielleicht schaffe ich es ja noch ein drittes Mal hier her. Man sagt ja, dass alle guten Dinge drei sind.

You've heard of "Turkey in the Straw" now here is "Turkey on a Toyota" (on the luggage rack precisely).

The Ballarò Market is the oldest market in the city of Palermo and the largest. It is located (of course) in the heart of the old city. Its origins date back to the 10th century, therefore to the Arab domination, precisely for this reason, it strongly recalls the Arab souk. The name is thought to derive from the term Balhara, which means mirror. In fact, it is as a mirror market that it was built in the 10th century.

A small glimpse of the forest in Denmark’s Thy National Park, more precisely in the Hanstholm Wildlife Reserve. Just seconds before, a deer slipped quietly through the idyll.

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.

www.iranykomarom.hu/en/fort-monostor-en

On a small, hidden meadow—somewhere between heaven and heart—she stands in the grass of thoughts.

The flowers sway gently in the wind, as if whispering something to her. Dragonflies dance around her, and in her hands floats a shimmering soap bubble, light as a wish, fragile as a secret.

She knows that each bubble exists for only a moment. And that is precisely why she smiles.

Because sometimes it is not the things that remain – but the moments that enchant us.

With every breath she takes, she fills the air with hope; with every glance, she lifts a little piece of heaven.

And for a tiny, perfect moment, the world seems to stand still – just for her.

This is a branch of Bacchiglione River called Tronco Maestro (Master Trunk) where, until 1884, up to thirty-four water wheels of as many mills mounted on boats operated.

The name derives precisely from the numerous water mills, 34 in 1300, once floating on the river, decreased to 24 towards the eighteenth century and all remaining removed 1883-1884.

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.

www.iranykomarom.hu/en/fort-monostor-en