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Siedlung Hüttenheim in Duisburg. Die Werksiedlung wurde 1912 für die Arbeiter eines nahegelegenen Blechwalzwerkes erbaut. Noch heute bestimmt das Stahlwerk, die Hüttenwerke Krupp Mannesmann, das Bild des Stadtteils im Duisburger Süden. Das historische Bild zeigt einen Jungen der Siedlung in den 50er-Jahren.
The urban area Hüttenheim in Duisburg, Germany. The workmen's dwellings were built in 1912 for the workers of a nearby steel-mill. Until today the area is affected by the steelworks.The historical picture shows a boy of the quarter in the 1950s.
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Un pensiero, un profumo, una luce...quella sensazione istantanea che ti fà sentire bene.
L'universo in te...tu nell'universo...
un tutt'uno....
Quell'attimo presente che ti fà sentir vivo più che mai.
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Still not quite fully recovered from a nasty bug we cought almost 3 weeks ago. I hope we soon get to enjoy these last beautiful autumn days again.
"Read the street in front of you by saying to yourself everything that you see happening both near you and coming toward you (the text of the street) and the picture will present itself." - Joel Meyerowitz
Street Photography Now Project Instruction #49. Other photos made for the project: www.flickr.com/photos/motel_noir/sets/72157626761422656/
The holidays are finally here. No time like the present to start decorating, making things merry and bright, getting in the spirit of things, and spreading goodwill and cheer to all.
When the guys showed up early for Movie Night, Stormtrooper Bruce asked if they'd be willing to help him decorate his quarters again. It's a yearly tradition so of course they said yes.
The present altar in this chapel is a triumph of colors, created by marbles from various quarries and very well modeled and combined in this work. The colors of the marbles (compounds from nature based on the presence of other substances in addition to the calcium carbonate white) or where they came from, gives it the name:
• the Green Ancient columns and the central fund;
• the Verona Yellow bases and capitals of the columns, Festoon behind the tabernacle cross and palm trees around the sculpture of God the Father;
• the Siena Yellow Pavilion over the icon of the Madonna;
• The Yellow Ancient oval containing the sculpture of God the Father;
• The Jasper (hard stone of various colors) of the vertical part of Sicily access steps to the altar and then again the white marble,
• the Rosso Antico and strips of marble "negro".
Above the classic elements of the altar (the access steps, the plan and the tabernacle) there are four columns of green color, placed on high pedestals, protect the Byzantine icon. The same columns support a tympanum presided over by the Lord (resembling that once present on the top of the sixteenth-century altarpiece) that with the left hand holding the world and with that right blesses with the classic posture of the three fingers in a symbol of the SS . Trinity (also represented by the triangle behind the head).
An admirable marble drapery with over a scroll inscribed "Ave Gratia Plena", a frame and a silver crown, adorning, together, the icon coming from the sea.
There is an incident related to the arrangement of the rear Green right column, come to us through a deed drawn up before witnesses of the fact: during the arrangement of the said column, made through a pulley system, there was a loud noise, like if something had given way; as workers and others, present at that time, did not notice any breakage, he continued with the laying of the column on its stand. At the end of the work, in recovering the rope, it was noted that, at one point, had remained intact only one interlacing rope. According to witnesses (competent people believe) that one string could never support the weight of the column. (fonte: www.cattedralemonopoli.net)
"[T]he present is self-sufficient, but it is not a static present. It is a dancing present—the unfolding of a pattern which has no specific destination in the future but is simply its own point. It leaves and arrives simultaneously, and the seed is as much the goal as the flower."
― Alan W. Watts, The Joyous Cosmology: Adventures in the Chemistry of Consciousness
Found this on the floor outside my door this morning after arriving home very tired after working a night shift when the clocks go back. Nice bit of colour in a dreary, rainy morning x
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Instead of wrapping a small present in Christmas paper, i glued watercolour paper over a small box and painted it.
The design came from a tutorial by Liesl's Artistic Studio.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PbGAJz21vPM
i am enjoying these little projects so much I am tempted to start painting 2026 Christmas cards! 😄
Eu sempre escutei que com o passar do tempo, vamos nos acostumando com as coisas, que elas estão ali em nossa frente e começamos a achar tudo normal, inclusive as belezas da natureza, tá ali, sempre ali e pensamos: a hora que eu quiser posso ver de novo, posso vir aqui.
Nessa viagem fiz minhas próprias viagens, de frente para o mar, percebendo que cada momento, cada segundo é único.
Vi a Lua mais linda em toda a minha vida, estava sem a câmera, até cheguei a pensar: "Ah, amanhã tem mais!"
Não consegui, corri em casa pra pegar a câmera, lembrei que não tinha tripé, usei a cabeça da minha amiga de tripé rsrsrs, ISO no mais alto dos altos, realmente a foto não ficou essas maravilhas, não conseguiu registrar a imensidão daquele momento. E nem que a foto ficasse boa conseguiria!
Me senti presenteada por aquele espetáculo, uma luz maravilhosa refletindo nas águas.
Nos outros dias teve Lua? Teve!!! Porém nenhuma delas tão linda quanto o deste dia. ;D
AÃ vai um texto que tia Janine me passou por e-mail e que lembrei quando comecei a escrever aqui!
Eu sei , mas não devia
Marina Colasanti
Eu sei que a gente se acostuma.
Mas não devia.
A gente se acostuma a morar em apartamento de fundos e a não ter outra vista que não as janelas ao redor. E porque não tem vista, logo se acostuma a não olhar para fora. E porque não olha para fora, logo se acostuma a não abrir de todo as cortinas. E porque não abre as cortinas, logo se acostuma a acender mais cedo a luz. E porque à medida que se acostuma, esquece o sol, esquece o ar, esquece a amplidão.
A gente se acostuma a acordar de manhã, sobressaltado porque está na hora.
A tomar café correndo porque está atrasado. A ler jornal no ônibus porque não pode perder o tempo da viagem. A comer sanduÃches porque já é noite. A cochilar no ônibus porque está cansado. A deitar cedo e dormir pesado sem ter vivido o dia. A gente se acostuma a abrir a janela e a ler sobre a guerra. E aceitando a guerra, aceita os mortos e que haja números para os mortos. E aceitando os números, aceita não acreditar nas negociações de paz. E aceitando as negociações de paz, aceitar ler todo dia de guerra, dos números da longa duração. A gente se acostuma a esperar o dia inteiro e ouvir no telefone: hoje não posso ir. A sorrir para as pessoas sem receber um sorriso de volta. A ser ignorado quando precisava tanto ser visto. A gente se acostuma a pagar por tudo o que deseja e o que necessita. E a lutar para ganhar o dinheiro com que paga. E a ganhar menos do que precisa. E a fazer fila para pagar. E a pagar mais do que as coisas valem. E a saber que cada vez pagará mais. E a procurar mais trabalho, para ganhar mais dinheiro, para ter com o que pagar nas filas em que se cobra.
A gente se acostuma a andar na rua e ver cartazes, a abrir as revistas e ver anúncios. A ligar a televisão e assistir a comerciais. A ir ao cinema, a engolir publicidade. A ser instigado, conduzido, desnorteado, lançado na infindável catarata dos produtos.
A gente se acostuma à poluição. À luz artificial de ligeiro tremor. Ao choque que os olhos levam na luz natural. Às besteiras das músicas, às bactérias da água potável. À contaminação da água do mar. À luta. À lenta morte dos rios. E se acostuma a não ouvir passarinhos, a não colher frutas do pé, a não ter sequer uma planta.
A gente se acostuma a coisas demais, para não sofrer. Em doses pequenas, tentando não perceber, vai afastando uma dor aqui, um ressentimento ali, uma revolta acolá. Se o cinema está cheio, a gente senta na primeira fila e torce um pouco o pescoço. Se a praia está contaminada, a gente só molha os pés e sua no resto do corpo. Se o trabalho está duro, a gente se consola pensando no fim de semana. E se no fim de semana não há muito o que fazer, a gente vai dormir cedo e ainda satisfeito porque tem sono atrasado. A gente se acostuma para não se ralar na aspereza, para preservar a pele.
Se acostuma para evitar feridas, sangramentos, para esquivar-se da faca e da baioneta, para poupar o peito.
A gente se acostuma para poupar a vida.
Que aos poucos se gasta, e que, de tanto acostumar, se perde de si mesma.
I have been thinking of something I could buy with some money that I received after the passing of my brother and I decided to buy myself something that I didn't really need, but have been wanting for a long time. I decided to buy a secondhand Canon 1DX and whenever I use it, I will think of my brother whilst doing something that I love.
I have shown you so many Romanesque churches from Saintonge over the past weeks that I was sure I would end up boring even the most faithful of those who are kind enough to watch my stream... Therefore, I skipped some, and in particular the Saint Quentin church in the village of Chermignac.
However, as I was tidying up, I found these two lovely photos of some beasts and human faces that were so funny and attractive I simply couldn’t throw them away.
Monsters in the Middle Ages were very present, both in the tales people told and in the religious context. Monsters were serious business. They were associated with Evil, Satan, bad deeds, sins, Hell and the like. They were supposed to scare the members of the congregation, and that’s primarily why they were sculpted on churches: as terrifying reminders of what would happen to you if you strayed.
However, from time to time, you encountered someone who also liked to make fun of them monsters, and in the case of this wonderful artist who sculpted at Chermignac, you obtained those lovely, not at all scary creatures that will make you smile, maybe laugh, allowing you to walk away with a slightly more relaxed moral stance on the exacting standards of good and bad that the church was trying to nail into your head... :o)
I am drawn into a new life
The path ahead calls me forth
and in the distance a light shines to lead me onward
I will embrace my future with positive energy
76 x 102 cm
Acrylic on Canvas
Flickering lights above reflect
Another life and dimension
we can only wonder
What life beyond the stars, beyond our comprehension
Can bring us in the future
122 x 152 cm; Acrylic on Canvas
inc Laura Morera (Golden Vine) Mara Galeazzi (Woodland Glade) Marianela Nuñez (Lilac), Isabel McMeekan (Crystal Fountain)
Hawes & Curtis salmon pink pussy bow blouse with a black satin wiggle pencil skirt from Coast. Heel's are 5" Christian Louboutin So Kate 120 patent-leather.
St. Nicholas Church - Bay of Kotor | Boka Kotorska - Perast, Montenegro.
Another shot of the church, taken around sunset.
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Dominating the main square of Perast, you can find the present St. Nicholas Church. This church was built in 1616 although it has been said to have replaced an earlier church dating from 1564. Inside the church, there is a rich collection of paintings by famous Perast painter, Tripo Kokolja (1661-1713), as well as other valuable paintings and precious vestments from the 16th and 17th centuries in the treasury. St. Nicholas was named after the saint who is believed to be the patron saint of sailors.
Camera/Lens: Nikon D700; 70-200mm f/2.8;
Exposure: 30 sec.; Aperture: f/3.5; ISO: 400;
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El proyecto M.A.R.T.E ( en español, Experimento Astrobiológico de TecnologÃa e Investigación para Marte ) tiene por objetivos: buscar formas de vida extremófilas en el subsuelo del rÃo Tinto y desarrollar tecnologÃa que algún dÃa podrá ser utilizada en la búsqueda de vida en el subsuelo de Marte.
"El área del RÃo Tinto presenta analogÃas importantes con Marte, que pueden ayudar en la búsqueda de vida, en agua lÃquida, bajo el subsuelo de Marte," según Carol Stoker, investigadora principal del proyecto y que pertenece al NASA Ames Research Center situado en el Silicon Valley, California.
This sweet little girl is a lovely present from my boyfriend, to celebrate our 4years being a couple. She has no name, nothing prepared for her, but my heart is filled with love. <3
insomnia, black and white, me.
reunited at last.
i'm feeling completely uninspired to do this 365 project right now but i know that will pass if/when a new idea presents itself.
in the mean time, i'm trying not to worry about it.
to simply grab the camera and shoot and whatever appears is okay.
i took eleven photos of yours truly tonight. two of them fought for a spot on today's 365, but this one was the victor. just seemed the more genuine of the two.
to me, this photo shows me just as i am in this moment.
rather drained, living a bit in limbo, but very, very present.
and that's enough.
for now.
song of the day: restless, by alison krauss and union station
When I was working on my green Christmas present earlier this month, I spent quite a bit of time focused on the bow. And while I was satisfied with the white number that adorns it, I still thought there was a better way of recreating the tight, round bows that I'm used to putting on presents.
After weeks of tinkering, I landed on a design, but wasn't able to make it happen before the holiday. Good thing I've got a birthday coming up...
Stagecoach 36211 (KX60 LHT) an E200, travels along Oliver Street, Rugby, working it`s designated route 86 to Coventry. 23rd August 2016
Moins présent sur Flrckr, pour quelque temps. Je place plus sur Facebook pour rejoindre ma famille.
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