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Había un señor viudo que vivía con sus dos hijas curiosas e inteligentes. Las niñas siempre le cuestionaban todo, hacían muchas preguntas a las que el padre a veces sabía responder, pero en ocasiones no se sentía con la sabiduría suficiente como para aclarar las dudas que ellas manifestaban. Como pretendía brindarles la mejor educación, mandó a las niñas de vacaciones con un sabio que vivía en lo alto de una colina.
El sabio siempre respondía todas las preguntas sin siquiera dudar. Impacientes con el maestro, las jóvenes decidieron inventar una pregunta que él no pudiera responder correctamente.
Entonces, una de ellas apareció con una hermosa mariposa azul que usaría para engañar al sabio.
-¿Qué vas a hacer? –preguntó la hermana. –Voy a esconder la mariposa en mis manos y le voy a preguntar si está viva o muerta. Si él dice que está muerta, abriré mis manos y la dejaré volar. Si dice que está viva, la apretaré y la mataré. Así, cualquiera que sea su respuesta, ésta será equivocada.
Las dos niñas fueron entonces al encuentro del sabio que estaba meditando.
-Tengo aquí una mariposa azul, dígame, sabio, ¿está viva o muerta?. Muy calmadamente el sabio sonrió y respondió: -Depende de ti…ella está en tus manos…
Así es nuestra vida, nuestro presente y nuestro futuro. No debemos culpar a nadie cuando algo falla, somos responsables por lo que juzgamos bueno o malo. Nuestra vida está en nuestras manos, como la mariposa azul. Nos toca a nosotros escoger qué hacer con ella y hacernos cargo de las consecuencias
Happy Thursday!!
Slightly oof but I liked it. I am still searching for new things to take pictures of. I need some inspiration!!! Texture by Pink Sherbert Photography.
Happy Cliché Saturday ♥ Apologies for my sporadic absences from flickr over the last couple of weeks. Our house has just gone up for sale. Now we’re ready to sell we’re busy house hunting and can’t find anything (well nothing in our price bracket). For a while we toyed with the idea of staying here and buying a separate flat or small house to rent out … now we are looking at selling this & buying something larger with land ….. but should we put all our eggs in one basket? Ooh I have a headache!
A cliché title … selective colouring … sparkling bokeh … food …. Shallow dof … macro …
I took this today but my camera battery run out and it defauted giving it a date in 2006!
Great visits recently from my Baltimore Orioles today in the neighborhood and put up my feeder again. Taken late May 2020 in Ypsilanti, Michigan.
Op het perron in Putten zijn om de vijf meter deze stickers aangebracht om iedereen te herinneren aan de corona maatregelen. Dit hadden we ons een half jaar geleden niet kunnen voorstellen, en de kans is aanwezig dat deze stickers er over een half jaar niet meer zijn. De wereld verandert snel......
Put me into a land rover or a similar vehicle and let it roll and lurch over rough terrain, following nature's designs and creations and I am a "happy camper." Safari in the lovely language of Swahili means journey. Soon after the sun rose we were off to see some of my favorite wonders, the sand dunes at Sossusviev. This shot was the result of not leaning out of the window enough, but I thought it was worth adding to the images of Namibia.
Better put my shoes on if I am going out tonight don't you think? Still can't remember what I have forgotten no doubt it will become obvious at some point.
I wanted to put into words, the scent of failure and pain, I wanted to quote a well read author, about love and enduring the rain,
My brilliant tapestry of colors, laid out for all to see, then I wanted to point out the patches, the rips and tears inside of me.
I wanted to cover you with it, to show you my warmth and desire, I wanted to protect you from the rain, instead give you passion and desire,
I needed to prove that my inside is as beautiful as it can be, unfiltered and treated gently, with time I am sure you will see,
I put my self down on the ground, only to see myself fly once again, I sought for lost words I messed up and gathered them into a bin,
A box of precious things, they are a steady and sure growth within, in lies my heart, my self confidence and my poetry pen,
I wanted to share my self, show you my tattered and broken soul, how it glimmers and sparkles wonders, more than ever before,
I give you my peace and esteem, to believe in the best of all around, for you too are a miracle, you are a treasure to be be found,
I thank you for treating me so lovely, for giving this healing heart a hand, I am forever grateful and am not worthy, even if you shall say that I am,
I press my lips against yours so gently, I wrap my hand around you so tight, for the path ahead is unknown, but it is something that just feels right
Let your backbone slip..... Kaiser is feeling funky today ! He's 17 years old and still got the moves.
We put our kitty to sleep this morning, which was, as you might imagine, a total bummer. It was definitely time, though. He was a good kitty and had a good life with us for the past seven years (he was four when we got him).
So long, little furry buddy. You will be missed.
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I really like this shot... It was a really fun shoot
I had this glass sitting off the ground about a meter ( level) then i put oil on it to make the little blobs ( looking like water).... . Then i jumped on a chair and snapped away.... Easy said then done.. my 50mm f/1.8 is a manual focus lens so being so close to the ground was very hard to focus easiler. But i did in the end. Setup hereALOT easier to understand once you see the setup
Storbist:
vivitar 285 into silver umbrealla @ 1/4
sb600 into softbox @ 1/2
A quick post and gone for a while [off to China].
I'll visit your streams as soon as i get back guys..... :-))
Happy weekend Flickr friends!!!
Explore, March 14, 2009
Thank you very much Guys!!
They took all the trees, and put em in a tree museum
And they charged the people a dollar and a half to see them
No, no, no, don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got till it's gone
They paved paradise, and put up a parkin' lot
Joni’s – Big Yellow Taxi – Counting Crows
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See where this picture was taken. [?]
Vancouver and suburbs are growing incredibly fast , it is sad to see tree being bulldozed and hills "shaved" but overall this is beautiful city and hopefully will stay beautiful for generations
Thank you for all your comments and faves - Janusz
Put out to grass… Andrew Barclay 0-4-0ST No. 5 "Nora" awaiting the day it might be restored to steam. This loco had the Works No. 1680 and hauled coal trains. It is now on display at the Big Pit Mining Museum at Blaenavon in South Wales.
Thanks for your visit… Any comment you make on my photograph is greatly appreciated and encouraging! But please do not use this image without permission.
A rare picture of maxxxi taking a photo with her new mobile phone taken by me with my new mobile!!
It was father day and the weather was beautiful so I popped up to my dads allotment to try out my new camera phone on dads lovely veg……… there’s a small area put to one side for mum to grow flowers…there I found these amazing seed heads next to some panes of cloche or greenhouse glass. I was trying to capture the multiple refracted reflection of the seeds in the glass ……didn‘t realise till I uploaded to my computer that I‘d captured myself too !!! ……oh well never mind!
maxxxi.
Conditions de prises de vues très diificiles dans cette cathédrale, peu de lumière.
Le culte des reliques ne doit pas être mis en bloc sous le qualificatif de superstitieux, ni rejeté sans nuance comme une forme détestable du sentiment religieux. Quels que soient les abus auxquels il a donné lieu dans le passé, il faut le mettre ici à l'actif du pèlerinage en soulignant l'amour des Commingeois pour le tombeau de saint Bertrand et le désir qu'ils ont eu de l'entourer d'autres reliques, à partir du moment où la nouvelle nef gothique a été terminée.
Au registre médian est racontée la mission évangélique de saint Bertrand au Val d'Azun (Bigorre) avec l'épisode du voyou coupant la queue de la mule épiscopale. Sur le panneau de gauche du même niveau, la suite et la fin de cette histoire sont regroupées dans un habile raccourci: le jour de la Pentecôte, les prêtres commingeois délégués à Arrens viennent recevoir les mottes de beurre préparées par les habitants du Val d'Azun.
Le mausolée de saint Bertrand ne date que de l'épiscopat du cardinal Pierre de Foix (1422-1451). Son neveu et successeur Jean de Foix-Béarn (1466-1501) se chargea de l'achever et d'y transférer les reliques en 1476. On est en droit de penser qu'il a recouvert ou fait disparaître un tombeau plus modeste, probablement construit au début du XIVe siècle, en vue de la cérémonie de l'élévation des restes de saint Bertrand liée au pèlerinage de Clément V, en janvier 1309.
Conçu comme une grande châsse de pierre, le mausolée présente quatre angles amortis par des pilastres terminés en pinacles empanachés, sous lesquels ont été placées des statuettes d'anges.
Au registre médian est racontée la mission évangélique de saint Bertrand au Val d'Azun (Bigorre) avec l'épisode du voyou coupant la queue de la mule épiscopale. Sur le panneau de gauche du même niveau, la suite et la fin de cette histoire sont regroupées dans un habile raccourci: le jour de la Pentecôte, les prêtres commingeois délégués à Arrens viennent recevoir les mottes de beurre préparées par les habitants du Val d'Azun.
Au registre inférieur, enfin, sont développées les cérémonies du 16 janvier 1309: à gauche s'organise le cortège des clercs, des moines et des évêques autour de la châsse de saint Bertrand que portent quatre cardinaux. A droite, le pape Clément V élève lui-même le chef-reliquaire, suivi de deux évêques brandissant des bras reliquaires.
On est en droit de croire que les deux faces étroites du mausolée avaient été également peintes à la fin du XVIe siècle. S'y trouvent depuis le XVIIIe siècle des toiles dont la mièvrerie choque parfois le visiteur moderne. Elle reprennent quelques uns des principaux récits du livre des miracles de 1179, ce qui prouve bien une adaptation constante, au fil des siècles, aux idées force de la religion populaire.
Un petit couloir, ménagé entre le dos du retable majeur et le tombeau, permet au pélerin de s'approcher au plus près des reliques conservées dans un coffre-fort situé sous le tombeau.
Very difficult shooting conditions in this cathedral, little light.
The worship of relics should not be lumped together as superstitious, nor dismissed outright as a detestable form of religious sentiment. Whatever the abuses to which it gave rise in the past, it must be put here to the credit of the pilgrimage by emphasizing the love of the Commingeois for the tomb of Saint Bertrand and the desire they had to surround it other relics, from when the new Gothic nave was completed.
In the middle register is told the evangelical mission of Saint Bertrand in Val d'Azun (Bigorre) with the episode of the hoodlum cutting off the tail of the Episcopal mule. On the left panel of the same level, the continuation and the end of this story are grouped together in a clever shortcut: on the day of Pentecost, the Commingeois priests delegated to Arrens come to receive the lumps of butter prepared by the inhabitants of the Val d' Azun.
The mausoleum of Saint Bertrand only dates from the episcopate of Cardinal Pierre de Foix (1422-1451). His nephew and successor Jean de Foix-Béarn (1466-1501) undertook to complete it and transfer the relics there in 1476. We are entitled to think that he covered or made disappear a more modest tomb, probably built at the beginning of the 14th century, for the ceremony of raising the remains of Saint Bertrand linked to the pilgrimage of Clement V, in January 1309.
Designed as a large stone shrine, the mausoleum has four angles cushioned by pilasters ending in plumed pinnacles, under which statuettes of angels have been placed.
In the middle register is told the evangelical mission of Saint Bertrand in Val d'Azun (Bigorre) with the episode of the hoodlum cutting off the tail of the Episcopal mule. On the left panel of the same level, the continuation and the end of this story are grouped together in a clever shortcut: on the day of Pentecost, the Commingeois priests delegated to Arrens come to receive the lumps of butter prepared by the inhabitants of the Val d' Azun.
In the lower register, finally, the ceremonies of January 16, 1309 are developed: on the left, the procession of clerics, monks and bishops is organized around the shrine of Saint Bertrand carried by four cardinals. On the right, Pope Clement V himself raises the chief reliquary, followed by two bishops brandishing reliquary arms.
We are entitled to believe that the two narrow sides of the mausoleum were also painted at the end of the 16th century. Since the 18th century there have been paintings whose insipidness sometimes shocks the modern visitor. They take up some of the main stories of the book of miracles of 1179, which proves a constant adaptation, over the centuries, to the main ideas of popular religion.
A small corridor, created between the back of the main altarpiece and the tomb, allows the pilgrim to get as close as possible to the relics kept in a safe located under the tomb.
it is too much trouble to put makeup on two faces :-)
Maureen Murphy
tree peony, sarah p duke gardens, duke university, durham, north carolina
One moment winter story.
Lakhta .This small village on the northern shore of the Gulf of Finland, about 15 km northwest of the city, is home to human settlements on the banks of the Neva. It was on the territory of Lakhta that the remains of a man’s parking site of three thousand years ago were found.
In official documents, a settlement named Lakhta dates back to 1500. The name is derived from the Finnish-speaking word lahti - "bay". This is one of the few settlements that has not changed its name throughout its 500-year history. Also known as Laches, Lahes-by, Lahes and was originally inhabited by Izhora. In the last decades of the 15th century, Lakhta was a village (which indicates a significant population) and was the center of the eponymous grand-parish volost, which was part of the Spassko-Gorodensky graveyard of the Orekhovsky district of the Vodskaya Pyatina. In the village, there were 10 courtyards with 20 people (married men). In Lakhta, on average, there were 2 families per yard, and the total population of the village probably reached 75 people.
From the notes on the margins of the Swedish scribe book of the Spassky graveyard of 1640, it follows that the lands along the lower reaches of the Neva River and parts of the Gulf of Finland, including Lakhta Karelskaya, Perekulya (from the Finnish “back village”, probably because of its position relative to Lakhti) and Konduy Lakhtinsky, were royal by letter of honor on January 15, 1638 transferred to the possession of the Stockholm dignitary, Rickschulz general Bernhard Sten von Stenhausen, a Dutchman by birth. On October 31, 1648, the Swedish government granted these lands to the city of Nyuen (Nyenschanz). With the arrival of the Swedes in Prievye, Lakhta was settled by the Finns, who until the middle of the 20th century made up the vast majority of the villagers.
On December 22, 1766, Catherine 2 granted Lakhta Manor, which was then in the Office of the Chancellery from the buildings of palaces and gardens, "in which and in her villages with courtyards 208 souls," her favorite Count Orlov. Not later than 1768, Count J.A. Bruce took over the estate. In 1788, Lakhta Manor was listed behind him with wooden services on a dry land (high place) and the villages Lakhta, Dubki, Lisiy Nos and Konnaya belonging to it also on dry land, in those villages of male peasants 238 souls. On May 1, 1813, Lakhta passed into the possession of the landowners of the Yakovlevs. On October 5, 1844, Count A.I. Stenbok-Fermor entered into the possession of the Lakhtinsky estate, which then had 255 male souls. This clan was the owner of the estate until 1912, when its last representative got into debt and noble custody was established over the estate. On October 4, 1913, in order to pay off his debts, he was forced to go for corporatization, and the Lakhta estate passed into the ownership of the Joint Stock Company “Lakhta” of Count Stenbock-Fermor and Co.
After the revolution, Lakhta was left on its own for a while, here on the former estate of the counts Stenbock-Fermorov on May 19, 1919, the Lakhta excursion station was opened, which existed there until 1932. In the early 1920s, sand mining began on Lakhta beaches, and the abandoned and dilapidated peat plant of the Lakhta estate in 1922 took over the Oblzemotdel and put it into operation after major repairs. In 1963, the village of Lakhta was included in the Zhdanovsky (Primorsky) district of Leningrad (St. Petersburg).
At the beginning of Lakhtinsky Prospekt, on the banks of the Lakhtinsky spill, there was the village of Rakhilax (Rahilax-hof, Rahila, Rokhnovo). Most likely, under this name only one or several courtyards are designated. There is an assumption that the name of the village was formed from the Finnish raahata - “drag, drag,” because there could be a place for transportation through the isthmus of the Lakhtinsky spill (we should not forget that not only the bridge over the channel connecting the spill with the Gulf of Finland was not yet here, the duct itself was many times wider than the current one). The search book of the Spassko-Gorodensky graveyard of 1573, describing the Lakhta lands, mentions that there were 2 lodges in the “Rovgunov” village, from which we can conclude that we are talking about the village of Rohilaks, which the Russian scribes remade into a more understandable to them Rovgunovo. The village was empty in Swedish time and was counted as a wasteland of the village of Lahta.
On the banks of the Lakhtinsky spill, near the confluence of the Yuntolovka River, from the 17th century there existed the village of Bobylka (Bobylskaya), which merged into the village of Olgino only at the beginning of the 20th century, but was found on maps until the 1930s. It is probably the Search Book that mentions it Spassko-Gorodensky churchyard in 1573 as a village "in Lakhta in Perekui", behind which there was 1 obzh. With the arrival of the Swedes by royal letter on January 15, 1638, the village was transferred to the possession of the Stockholm dignitary, Rickshaw General Bernhard Sten von Stenhausen, a Dutchman by birth. On October 31, 1648, the Swedish government granted Lahti lands to the city of Nyuen (Nyenschanz). On the Swedish map of the 1670s, in the place of the village of Bobylsky, the village of Lahakeülä is marked (küla - the village (Fin.)). The village could subsequently be called Bobyl from the Russian word "bobyl."
The owners of Bobylskaya were both Count Orlov, and Count Y. A. Bruce, and the landowners Yakovlev. In 1844, Count A.I. Stenbok-Fermor entered into the possession of the Lakhtinsky estate (which included the village of Bobyl). This family was the owner of the estate until 1913, when the owners, in order to pay off their debts, had to go for corporatization, and the Lakhta estate was transferred to the ownership of the Lakhta Joint-Stock Company of Count Stenbock-Fermor and Co. By the middle of the 20th century, the village merged with the village of Lakhta.
The name Konnaya Lakhta (Konnaya) has been known since the 16th century, although earlier it sounded like Konduya (Konduya Lakhtinskaya) or just Kondu (from the Finnish kontu - courtyard, manor). Subsequently, this name was replaced by the more familiar Russian ear with the word "Horse". In the Search Book of the Spassko-Gorodensky Pogost in 1573, it is mentioned as the village "on Kovdui", where 1 obzh was listed, which indicates that there most likely was one yard. On January 15, 1638, together with neighboring villages, it was transferred to the possession of the Stockholm dignitary, Rickschulz General Bernhard Steen von Stenhausen, of Dutch origin. On October 31, 1648, the Swedish government granted these lands to the city of Nyuen (Nyenschanz). In a deed of gift, Konduya Lakhtinskaya is called a village, which indicates a noticeable increase in its population. Later, on the Swedish map of the 1670s, on the site of the present Horse Lahti, the village of Konda-bai is marked (by - village (sv)).
The owners of Konnaya Lakhta, as well as the villages of Bobylskaya and Lakhta, were in turn Count Orlov, Count Ya. A. Bruce, and the landowners Yakovlev. In 1844, Count A.I. Stenbok-Fermor entered the possession of the Lakhta estate (which included Konnaya Lakhta. This family was the owner of the estate until 1913, when the owners had to go to corporations to pay off their debts, and the Lakhta estate became the property of Lakhta Joint Stock Company of Count Stenbock-Fermor and Co. In 1963, Horse Lahta was included in the Zhdanov (Primorsky) district of Leningrad (St. Petersburg).
As the dacha village of Olgino appeared at the end of the 19th century and initially consisted of both Olgin itself and the villages of Vladimirovka (now part of Lisiy Nos) and Aleksandrovka. In the first half of the 18th century, this territory was part of the Verpelev palace estate, which in the second half of the 18th century was granted to Count G. G. Orlov, then it was owned by the family of landowners the Yakovlevs, in the middle of the 19th century the estate was transferred to the counts of Stenbock-Fermor. In 1905 A.V. Stenbok-Fermor, the then owner of Lakhta lands, divided the lands around Lakhta into separate plots with the intention of selling them profitably for dachas. So there were the villages of Olgino (named after the wife of Olga Platonovna), Vladimirovka (in honor of the father of the owner; the coastal part of the modern village of Lisy Nos) and Alexandrov or Aleksandrovskaya (in honor of Alexander Vladimirovich himself). It is likely that on the site of the village was the village of Olushino (Olushino odhe) - a search book of the Spassko-Gorodensky churchyard in 1573 mentions that there were 1 obzh in the village of Olushkov’s, which suggests that at least one residential the yard. On behalf of Olushka (Olpherius). Most likely, the village was deserted in Swedish time and then was already listed as a wasteland belonging to the village of Lahta. Thus, the name of the village could be given in harmony with the name of the mistress and the old name of the village.
The villages were planned among a sparse pine forest (the layout was preserved almost unchanged), so there were more amenities for living and spending time there than in Lakhta. A park was set up here, a summer theater, a sports ("gymnastic") playground, a tennis court, and a yacht club were arranged.
In the 1910s about 150 winter cottages were built in Olgino, many of which are striking monuments of "summer cottage" architecture. In 1963, the village of Olgino was included in the Zhdanovsky (Primorsky) district of Leningrad (St. Petersburg).
Near Olgino, in the area of the Dubki park, there was a small village Verpeleva (Verpelevo), which consisted of only a few yards. In the first half of the XVIII century. this territory was part of the palace estate "Verpeleva", which in the second half of the XVIII century. It was granted to Count G. G. Orlov, then passed to the Counts of Stenbock-Fermor. The village has not existed for a long time, but the entire reed-covered peninsula (barely protruding above the water of the Verpier-Luda peninsula (Verper Luda (from the Finnish luoto - “small rocky island”)) still existed, and there was another spelling the name of this island is Var Pala Ludo).
Kamenka. The Novgorod scribal book mentions two villages in the Lakhta region with a similar name, referring to the possessions of Selivan Zakharov, son of Okhten, with his son and 5 other co-owners. On the lands of this small patrimony, which, unlike the estate was inherited, peasants lived in 3 villages, including: the village "Kamenka in Lakhta near the sea" in 5 yards with 5 people and arable land in 1,5 obzhi, the village "on Kamenka "in 2 courtyards with 2 people and arable land in 1 obzhu. For the use of land, the peasants paid the owners of the patrimony 16 money and gave 1/3 of the rye harvest. Thus, in the 16th century on the Kamenka River (another name for the Kiviyoki River, which is the literal translation of kivi - "stone", joki - "river") there was one large village of Kamenka near its confluence with the Lakhtinsky spill and the second, smaller, somewhere upstream. On the drawing of Izhora land in 1705, a village under this name is depicted in the area of the modern village of Kamenka. The village of Kamennaya in the middle reaches of Kamenka and on the map of 1792 is designated. Other name options are Kaumenkka, Kiviaja.
In the second half of the 18th century, Kamenka became a vacation spot for Russian Germans. Here in 1865, German colonists founded their "daughter" colony on leased land. Since then, the village has received the name Kamenka Colony (so called until the 1930s). In 1892, a colony near the village of Volkovo "budded" from it. The inhabitants of both colonies belonged to the Novo-Saratov parish and since 1871 had a prayer house in Kamenka, which was visited by 250 people. He maintained a school for 40 students. The house was closed in 1935 and later demolished.
Currently, Kamenka exists as a holiday village, located along the road to Levashovo. Since 1961 - in the city, part of the planning area in the North-West, from the mid-1990s. built up with multi-storey residential buildings and cottages.
Volkovo. The settlement is about southeast of the village of Kamenka - on the old road to Kamenka, on the bank of a stream that flows into Kamenka between the village of Kamenka and the Shuvalovsky quarry. In 1892, a German colony emerged on the territory of the village, "budding" from a nearby colony in the village of Kamenka. The origin of Volkovo is not clear, the village is found only on maps of 1912, 1930, 1939, 1943. and probably appeared no earlier than the 19th century.
Kolomyagi. Scribe books of the XV — XVI centuries and Swedish plans testify that small settlements already existed on the site of Kolomyag. Most likely, these were first Izhora or Karelian, then Finnish farms, which were empty during the hostilities of the late XVII century.
The name "Kolomyag" connoisseurs decipher in different ways. Some say that it came from the "colo" - in Finnish cave and "pulp" - a hill, a hill. The village is located on the hills, and such an interpretation is quite acceptable. Others look for the root of the name in the Finnish word "koaa" - bark - and believe that trees were processed here after felling. Another version of the origin of the name from the Finnish "kello" is the bell, and it is associated not with the feature of the mountain, but with the "bell on the mountain" - a tower with a signal bell standing on a hill.
The owners of Kolomyazhsky lands were Admiral General A.I. Osterman, Count A.P. Bestuzhev-Ryumin, a family of Volkonsky. In 1789, the Volkonskys sold these lands to retired colonel Sergei Savvich Yakovlev. On his estate S. S. Yakovlev built a manor and lived in it with his wife and seven daughters. The once-Finnish population of Kolomyag was “Russified” by that time - it was made up of descendants of serfs resettled by Osterman and Bestuzhev-Rumin from their villages in Central Russia (natives of the Volga and Galich) and Ukraine. Then the name "Kellomyaki" began to sound in Russian fashion - "Kolomyagi", although later the old name also existed, especially among local Finns. And not without reason the indigenous Kolomozhites associate their origin with the Volga places, and the southern half of the village is now called “Galician”.
Yakovlev died in 1818. Five years after his death, a division of the territory of the manor was made. The village of Kolomyagi was divided in half between two of his daughters. The border was the Bezymyanny stream. The southeastern part of the village of Kolomyagi beyond Bezymyanny creek and a plot on the banks of the Bolshaya Nevka passed to the daughter Ekaterina Sergeevna Avdulina.
Daughter Yakovleva Elena Sergeevna - the wife of General Alexei Petrovich Nikitin, a hero of the Patriotic War of 1812, who was awarded the highest military orders and twice a gold sword with the inscription "For courage", died early, leaving her daughter Elizabeth. The northwestern part of Kolomyag inherited the young Elizabeth, so this part of Kolomyag was practically inherited by the father of Yakovlev’s granddaughter, Count A.P. Nikitin, who in 1832 became the owner of the entire village. It is his name that is stored in the names of the streets - 1st and 2nd Nikitinsky and Novo-Nikitinsky. The new owner built a stone mansion on the estate’s estate - an excellent example of classicism of the first third of the 19th century, which became his country house and has survived to this day and has been occupied until recently by the Nursing Home. It is believed that this mansion was built according to the project of the famous architect A.I. Melnikov. The severity and modesty of the architectural appearance of the facades and residential chambers of the Nikitin mansion was opposed by the splendor of ceremonial interiors, in particular the two-light dance hall with choirs for musicians. Unfortunately, with repeated alterations and repairs, many details of the decor and stucco emblems of the owners disappeared. Only two photographs of the 1920s and preserved fragments of ornamental molding and paintings on the walls and ceiling show the past richness of the decorative decoration of this architectural monument. The mansion was surrounded by a small park. In it stood a stone pagan woman brought from the southern steppes of Russia (transferred to the Hermitage), and a pond with a plakun waterfall was built. Near the pond there was a "walk of love" from the "paradise" apple trees - it was called so because the bride and groom passed through it after the wedding. Here, in the shadow of these apple trees, young lovers made appointments.
Under the Orlov-Denisov opposite the mansion (now Main Street, 29), the structures of an agricultural farm were erected, partially preserved to this day, and the greenhouse. Behind the farm were the master's fields. On them, as the New Time newspaper reported in August 1880, they tested the reaping and shearing machines brought from America.
In the 19th century, the provincial surveyor Zaitsev submitted for approval the highway called the Kolomyagskoye Shosse. The route was supposed to connect the village, gradually gaining fame as a summer residence of the "middle arm", with St. Petersburg. The construction of the road ended in the 1840s, and then horse-drawn and country-house crafts became the most important articles of peasant income. In addition, peasants either built small dachas in their yards, or rented their huts for the summer. Located away from the roads, surrounded by fields, the village was chosen by multi-family citizens.
The income from the summer cottage industry increased from year to year, which was facilitated by the summer movement of omnibuses that opened on the new highway from the City Council building. They walked four times a day, each accommodated 16 people, the fare cost 15 kopecks. Even when the Finnish Railway with the nearest Udelnaya station came into operation in 1870, the highway remained the main access road through which public carriages pulled by a trio of horses ran from the Stroganov (now Ushakovsky) bridge.
You put a wooden piggy bank on some cd jewel cases (for the reflections) and use your computer screen for the background. Finally play around with your picture editing programme...and...it's done.
Oh...and "Schwein gehabt" is the german sentence that we use, if somebody succeeded, though he/she didn't put any effort in it. They got lucky...Schwein gehabt!
For this weeks "Looking close... on Friday".
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OMG! It is my second attempt at taking pictures of smoke. What a blast. Very simple setup, just need a flash and black board. THen puting a bit of colors in Light Room 6 and Voila! (this shot, no colors added.)
Put Mr12 in a holiday programme day to learn some mountain bike skills. Drop off was at Wilson Bay, which was beautiful and peaceful, if a bit cool
I put a space shot texture on these flowers in Picnik to honour the final space flight of the US space program. They will be returning to Earth this week. Have a safe landing!
A quick glance might convince you this tree is long-dead. That is how many people tend to see bristlecones -- just a lot of dead wood. (Not being totally immune to this tendency, I keep a very informal mental tally of just how dead a bristlecone can appear while actually thriving. Maybe I’ll put together a Top 10 sometime.)
There certainly is a lot of dead wood here. Probably more than five thousand years worth. But a bristlecone, theoretically immortal, is tough to kill and this tree is not dead. It is downsized -- puttering along in a sort of deep-time version of semi-retirement.
On the backside, out of the wind, are two strips of living bark (one on each side) -- strip bark -- each supporting a luxuriant plume of needles and vibrant, fertile cones. Think vine and arbor -- a millennium or two ago, maybe many such vines. Long before that, a whole tree.
Few trees can do this -- shutting-down sector by sector through time as conditions dictate. It is a capability that allows for perfect morphological adaptation to millenniums of wind, and ice, and erosion, and fluctuating micro and macro climates. The tree is living, in effect, within its long term means. All that dead wood, like the wrinkles of a weathered face, is just history...Just.
The oldest known Great Basin bristlecone pine (in the White Mountains of California) is almost 5070 years old by ring count -- the recently confirmed oldest living individual tree in the world. I like to think this sophisticated lady has a hundred years on that. But we’ll never know for sure because the heartwood is completely gone, the history erased -- a result of rot from the higher precipitation levels in the Snake Range of Nevada as compared to the much drier climate of the White Mountains in the immediate rain shadow of California’s High Sierra.
The tree "Prometheus" was the lone, relatively sound, exception in all of the Snake Range -- largely intact, single-trunk, six-feet in diameter, almost one-hundred forty growth rings per inch, almost five millenniums-old when discovered; oldest known living individual organism in the world. Which, of course, is how it came to be felled fifty-three years ago in the guise of science.
Heart rot would not normally be thought of as having survival value, but for an ancient bristlecone in an era of chainsaw science, that would certainly seem to be the case.
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(For those with a sharp eye: Yes, that is an extremely rare pine hen in the right foreground...probably hatching a clutch of cones. Shhh...she thinks you can’t see her.)
I put a ton of effort into this, and I am happy with it. I can honestly say this is my new personal favorite out of all my creations.
Any feedback is greatly appreciated, always looking to better my PMG skills.
Can I get some favorites on this beast for the PMG underdog that's never had more than TEN faves!?
Cheers to the best online community out there(;
-Judge
PS:Find the S&W .500 sight and you get a cookie. ;D
This officially kicks off a new feature, my RIP album. It will be comprised of my photographic subjects that no longer exist. I never like seeing former subjects disappear but am always glad that I have a record of them.
This neon is one of my earliest posts to the Mick L FLICKR photostream and one of the few times that I knew in advance that the building would be demolished. This version of the P-Club ended forever although a much lesser club resurrected the name later at another location.
I took many outside shots over a few days, and the owner of the club kindly allowed me to photograph interior signs on closing night. I was also a long-time patron of the P-Club, which had some good entertainment at times and always offered excellent free popcorn. It was a major entertainment venue in its halcyon days and many hockey and football stars sometimes visited.
I put 10 photos of other some of the other P-Club pics plus other RIP subjects in the album (see below) and will add more with new posts through time.
Chun Li: NNNGH!
Chun Li: (thinking) Can't put weight on my ankle. He only had it for a second.* I underestimated this guy. I thought he was Zangief strength level but he's way above that.
Bane: GOT YOU!
Havoc: WHAT!? I'm sorry, I didn't- NO! AIIRG!! STOP!!! PLEASE DON-
KRAACK!!
Boomerang: Bane... fella... we're on the same-
Bane: You die too!! YOU ALL DIE!!
Boomerang: (thinking) I'm outta here. No paycheck is worth dealing with him.
Chun Li: (thinking) I've got to get some distance. Get a breath and test my ankle.
Bane: Where you goin, girl!? You not gonna get what he got! Your's is gonna be a lot slower! I'm gonna bend you, and bend you, slowly, till you break!
Chun Li: Bring it!!
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*As painfully seen in issue 1607!