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The 1890 Empress Flour Mill on Queen Street is category C industrial heritage building, which means that its removal is a permitted activity. There are two plaques on the front of the building, one relating to the 118 year old structure and the other to the 1921 grain silos. With a height of 35 metres the category B listed heritage silos are the town's most prominent landmark. They're still in use and will not be demolished.
Adjunto una interpretación fantástica de Cusco.
Pulsar CTRL al mismo tiempo que el símbolo ♫♫
Entre las distintas denominaciones cristianas no existe consenso en la interpretación de la Biblia, lo cual ha sido la principal causa de las divisiones históricas y presentes en la doctrina y práctica cristiana. La posición más extrema en cuanto a la literalidad y conservacionismo del contenido de la Biblia cristiana se ha denominado “fundamentalismo cristiano” y se asocia principalmente al protestantismo. Esto tiene relación a uno de los principios de la Reforma, que es la sola scriptura, de acuerdo a lo cual, se ve a la Biblia como la única y final fuente de fe y doctrinas y asume que cualquier creyente cristiano es capaz de interpretarla
Ver y escuchar al grupo "Corquieu" en la canción Bratislava:
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Among the various Christian denominations there is no consensus on the interpretation of the Bible, which has been the main cause of the historical and present divisions in the Christian doctrine and practice. The most extreme position on conservatism and the literal content of the Christian Bible has been called "Christian fundamentalism" and is mainly associated with Protestantism. This relates to one of the principles of the Reformation, sola scriptura is, according to which, he sees the Bible as the sole and final source of faith and doctrine and assumes that any Christian believer is able to interpret
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This photo relates to the flood in Gdańsk, about which I have written here, but I think I will rewrite the story again and provide a better view on the story background.
It's one of trains diverted from electrified mainline into secondary diesel route: originally nigh train no. 38209 from Kraków Płaszów to Koszalin. SU46-039 on the train head yet in original paint scheme from Żagań depot. After the diesel - here "cold" originally employed to this train EP07-338. The train is passing Gdańsk Osowa station entering two-track section towards Gdynia. July 11, 2001.
Photo by Jarek / Chester
9 lipca 2001 roku w Gdańsku to był całkiem ładny dzień, przynajmniej taki się zaczął i trwał do południa. Koło niego nadciągnęły ciemne chmury, zapowiadając kolejną letnią gwałtowną burzę. Jak spadały pierwsze krople deszczu, nikt nie przeczuwał, że w ciągu popołudnia na miasto lunie dwa razy więcej wody, niż w całym typowym lipcu. Każdy metr kwadratowy przyjął prawie 130 litrów, a tylko między 15 i 17 spadło, a w zasadzie dosłownie polało się strumieniem z nieba 90 litrów na metr kwadratowy. Ulice leżące na zboczach moreny dennej falistej, bo miasto to nie tylko wybrzeże, ale i morenowe pagórki, zamieniły się w dna potoków spływających w dół. No a w dole, głównie na południu, u brzegu płaskiego terenu ujścia Wisły zaczęło tworzyć się jezioro.
Wpływająca od południa z Kaszub niewielka Radunia przerwała w paru miejscach kanał, w którym biegła i zalała południowa część miasta, dzielnice od Oruni (dolnej), przez Lipce do Świętego Wojciecha. Powódź dotknęła też nasypy linii kolejowej, uszkadzając torowisko w paru miejscach. Pod wodą były też tory samego Gdańska Głównego. Ruch kolejowy między Pruszczem Gdańskim (a w zasadzie Tczewem) i Gdańskiem na kilka dni zamarł.
Ponieważ jednak mówimy o czasach, gdy kolej była jedna, wielka i niepodzielna (choć podzielona na sektory), naprędce wypracowano rozwiązanie, które w dzisiejszych czasach byłoby nie do pomyślenia - skierowano objazdem wszystkie dalekobieżne pociągi pasażerskie na trasy objazdowe. I tak pociągi z Gdyni w kierunku Bydgoszczy jechały starą Magistralą Węglową przez Kościerzynę i Wierzchucin i dalej na Łódź, czy Katowice. Pociągi w kierunku Malborka i dalej Olsztyna czy Warszawy jechały zaś przez Kościerzynę, Bąk, Czersk i dalej "Ostbahnem" do Tczewa, gdzie powracały na normalne trasy. Oczywiście na trasach objazdowych zastosowanie miała trakcja spalinowa, a elektrowozy ciągnące pociągi nie zostawały odczepiane (oprócz paru wyjątków) i odbywały podróż "na zimno" na objazdach.
Z punktu widzenia podróżnego te objazdy to rozwiązanie tylko po części rozsądne - dzisiaj zapewne wprowadzono by komunikację autobusową od Tczewa do Gdyni, przez co nastąpiłoby wydłużenie jazdy może sumarycznie o godzinę. Wtedy, przez wprowadzone objazdy, pociągi doznawały kilkugodzinnych opóźnień, a całkiem niedawna likwidacja niektórych stacji na "węglówce" drastycznie pogorszyła przepustowość dwutorowej linii. Z drugiej strony, pasażer w kuszetce, czy sypialnym z głębi kraju na Hel, dotarł do celu podróży w tym samym łóżku, tyle, że 3-6 godzin później.
Sytuacja awaryjna trwała parę dni, po czym przywrócono ruch po głównej linii, z pewnymi ograniczeniami (ograniczenie prędkości w miejscach podmycia nasypu). Jeszcze parę dni po przywróceniu ruchu część pociągów towarowych kursowała niezelektryfikowanym objazdem z uwagi na problemy z przepustowością.
Na zdjęciu SU46-039, jeszcze w oryginalnych żagańskich szatach, z nocnym pociągiem 38209 z Krakowa Płaszowa do Koszalina, opuszcza stację w Gdańsku Osowie. Za dieslem - elektrowóz oryginalnie ciągnący nocnego "kuriera" - EP07-338. 11 lipca 2001 roku.
Fot. Jarek / Chester
Magnus relating the history of the Viking realm of the Southern Isles (ie: the Western Isles of Scotland and I of Man)
Relating to a blog I posted today about how I'm fine taking my clothes off in abandoned buildings yet totally afraid to pose clothed in public view, I went outside to take a photo. Granted, it was just on the corner of my street, but someone even walked by while I was setting up the camera and nothing bad happened! Baby steps. That's what it's all about.
Captured at a D Day revival event held in the village of Southwick, Hampshire. Members of the public can take the opportunity to celebrate the event by wearing costumes relating to the 1940's.
While I support the artform known as graffiti, I do not condone any act or form of vandalism or any illegal activity relating to such whether it be to private, commercial, or public property.
I have two extremes - I-NEED-IT-RIGHT-NOW-I-CAN-NOT-WAIT-EVEN-FOR-A-SECOND and ... this. :(
Actually this picture was my very old idea, just a self-irony about the story how I was dying from curiosity and I wanted to ask a question for two years in a row, but I never asked, so I still don't get an answer for my question, and I'm still curious.
But the reason why I finally decided to bring this scene to life is that right now the others probably can look at the picture and feel like it's relatable for the reasons that has nothing to do with my original idea.
Are the things that are not....
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"My brain played tag with the unconscious
and one day they finally collided.
I realized reality was actually only tangible,
and the only thing that was real....
were the things that were not.
I had to be convinced the story was in fact fictional,
so in return I could realize I was the one that wrote it.
Time is only moving forward because of the thoughts that drive it.
I hear the hours of time like you hear the music on the radio.
I hear god and myself in the music because I became aware of my existance.
I became aware because of the conversations I had with myself when my eyes divided dimensions.
I see because I always have,
I hear because I can relate with the stories being told."
-Allison Malachowski (mycoronaborealis.tumblr.com/)
Seriously. These blooms are the size of a baseball and this tree is about 2 stories tall. I shot this from a sort-of balcony inside a conservatory, so was able to be at eye level with the highest branches. Cheap thrills!! I know my Flickr friends can relate. : ) Straight out of the camera.
Our last stop in Cappadocia was the old town of Mustafapasha. Once a Christian town, it was converted to Islam, and residents were given the option to either convert or leave. Today it is a modern town with nice shops and restaurants, and the old relics serve as tourist attractions.
These are old Greek buildings that are still intact. Perhaps these old buildings are maintained so European tourists can relate to them – I don’t know! But looking at the people in the area, they seem pretty cosmopolitan, so these are not just for tourists, I think.
A particular situation that relates to Poverty;
Gregory White - is a homeless man in Louisiana who was arrested for stealing food from a grocery store. The retail
value of the food was $39. He was assessed $339 in fines and fees and was jailed. His charges were later changed
to community service because he could not pay the fines. But when he could not pay the bus fare to complete his community service, he went back to jail. He spent a total of 198 days behind bars, and his incarceration cost the City of New Orleans $3,500.
(American Civil Liberties Union, “IN FOR A PENNY: The Rise of America’s New Debtor’s Prisons.”)
Can anybodyout there relate to this adult burrowing owl (dad)? I feel that I can ... seems to me that it's just looking for a little bit of shade from the heat and a bit of solitude from its routine busy day duties.
See, this dad had numerous burrowing owlets to provide for and a mate that also requires a bit of attention. The owlets can be quite demanding at times ... not to mention noisy. Where better can there be than to fly off to a nearby tree that the young can't quite navigate yet. LOL
It's an absolutely gorgeous day here on the western slope of Colorado, though I honestly wish it would be a bit cooler. Hopefully it won't be that long, though the cold weather from a few weeks ago got me anxious for more.
Happy Weekend everyone. Hope that you're out there enjoying it.
© 2017 Debbie Tubridy / TNWA Photography
"A Warm Embrace:" I honestly cannot compare anything else in the world to the feeling of the sun's last rays in the evening enveloping me and warming me, even against the impending nightfall's threat of cold. The long shadows that I find in the fall somehow visually magnify this effect for me. All I can say is I completely relate to the lizard mounted on a rock trying to soak in those last rays of the sun. I get cold extremely easily and will probably need to start looking back at this photo to remember this feeling as we start sliding into winter. I hope this image helps bring you all a feeling of warmth inside too.
I can relate, LOL! This made me laugh, as did the yellow squash in the previous post. I mean, usually you see them in a more passive pose at the grocery store. This was at the roadside market on Hwy 60 in east Brandon, FL. Hugs and thanks for viewing! I hope this makes you smile as it did me! =o)
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I can relate to this surfer's race to beat the setting sun. The big kid in me is always on the lookout for one last adventure before the end of the day. With this kind of daydream/sunset who can resist not getting one last ride before the days end?
Pacific Ocean Sunset
Southern California, USA
Mike D
Behind the Camera:
I'm off today and have loads of chores to do around the house. It's cold and rainy outside. All I care to do is sit around and surf the web or go out on a photo walk. Yes its the winter of my discontent.
I do relate so well to this quote....art is my solace no matter the end result....the only time my brain isn't running at high speed... the only time I'm quiet...it's my meditation.
Thank you to borealnz for the texture.
Whilst looking at things relating to Plaxton of Scarborough, its probably worth sharing this picture too. I think it was taken on the occasion of a coach operators association visit.
To the fore we have a very nice Supreme bodied Leyland Leopard for Martindales of Ferryhill, PPT 400P . . . which helps date the pictures to '75/6.
The next two Supremes in line are, I suspect, two Bedford YMTs for Harry Shaw of Coventry, NVC 3 & 10P. Further down is the only sevice bus in view which would probably be a Ford 'Derwent' for East Kent.
In a split second after I took this photo she walked away, and I couldn't help but wonder what her thoughts were as she had lingered at the artwork for quite a while before I took this photo. The white clothing she wore, plain and simple, made me think she could relate to the minimalistic and simple artwork she seemed to be admiring.
Split ist die zweitgrößte Stadt Kroatiens. Sie ist die größte Stadt Südkroatiens und gilt daher im Volksmund als „Hauptstadt Dalmatiens“,
Die Keimzelle der heutigen Stadt Split ist der Diokletianspalast: Kaiser Diokletian ließ ihn um 300 erbauen.
Spätestens ab dem Frieden von Aachen (812) war Spalatum Teil des byzantinischen Themas von Dalmatien.[4] Slawische Fürstentümer entstanden im Hinterland.
Als die Republik Venedig unter dem Dogen Pietro II. Orseolo ihre Macht auf die romanischen Restgebiete auszudehnen begann, aus denen Byzanz sich zurückgezogen hatte, akzeptierte Spalatum – wie andere dalmatinische Städte und Inseln – die venezianische Oberhoheit.[5] Das trug dem Dogen den zusätzlichen Titel Dux Dalmatiae (Doge/Herzog von Dalmatien) ein.[5]
Im Zuge des Fünften Osmanisch-Venezianischen Krieges (um Zypern) fielen 1571 mit Solin und Kamen (Sasso di Spalato) Teile des Landgebietes der Stadt an die Türken.
Mit der sukzessiven Zurückdrängung der Osmanen im frühen 18. Jahrhundert rückte die Bedrohung auch territorial weit von Spalatos Landgebiet. Die Stadtbevölkerung wuchs, und die Zugereisten aus dem Hinterland verbreiteten das Kroatische als Umgangssprache, auch gefördert durch die Illyrische Akademie.[28]
Die Stadt wurde von den Partisanen im Jahr 1944 befreit, und wurde als Republik Kroatien in dem Nachkriegsbund Jugoslawien aufgenommen,. Im Jahr 1991 trennte sich Kroatien aus Jugoslawien nach dem kroatischen Unabhängigkeitskriege.
Split (Croatian pronunciation: [splît]; Italian: Spalato, see Name section) is the second-largest city of Croatia and the largest city of the region of Dalmatia. It lies on the eastern shore of the Adriatic Sea, centred on the Roman Palace of the Emperor Diocletian. Spread over a central peninsula and its surroundings, Split's greater area includes the neighboring seaside towns as well. An intraregional transport hub and popular tourist destination, the city is a link to numerous Adriatic islands and the Apennine peninsula.
Split is one of the oldest cities in the area. While it is traditionally considered just over 1,700 years old counting from the construction of Diocletian's Palace in 305 CE, archaeological research relating to the original founding of the city as the Greek colony of Aspálathos (Aσπάλαθος) in the 4th century BCE establishes the urban history of the area as being several centuries older.
Split became a Byzantine city, to later gradually drift into the sphere of the Byzantine vassal, the Republic of Venice, and the Croatian Kingdom, with the Byzantines retaining nominal suzerainty. For much of the High and Late Middle Ages, Split enjoyed autonomy as a free city, caught in the middle of a struggle between Venice and the king of Hungary for control over the Dalmatian cities.
Venice eventually prevailed and during the early modern period Split remained a Venetian city, a heavily fortified outpost surrounded by Ottoman territory. Eventually, its hinterland was won from the Ottomans in the Morean War of 1699, and in 1796, as Venice fell to Napoleon, the Treaty of Campo Formio rendered the city to the Habsburg Monarchy. In 1805, the Peace of Pressburg added it to the Napoleonic Kingdom of Italy, and in 1809, after the Treaty of Schönbrunn, it was included directly in the French Empire, as part of the Illyrian Provinces. After Napoleon's defeat in 1814, it was eventually granted to the Austrian Empire, where the city remained a part of the Austrian Kingdom of Dalmatia until the fall of Austria-Hungary in 1918 and the formation of Yugoslavia.
The city was liberated again by the Partisans in 1944, and was included in the post-war Federal Yugoslavia, as part of its republic of Croatia. In 1991 Croatia seceded from Yugoslavia amid the Croatian War of Independence.
(Wikipedia)
Facciamo un sondaggio:
-Quanti di voi sanno di essere vivi?
Cazzate! Siete soldatini di plastica in una fangosa guerra in miniatura!
Avanti...quanti di voi pensano di essere vivi,quanti di voi sanno di essere veramente vivi?
I looked around for some objects I thought would relate well with these shadows and in the end looked in my art cupboard - one that rarely gets opened these days. I found a few coloured pencils and similar which I picked up rrandomly to place in the picture..
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This entry relates to the north-eastern most part of Arnhem Land, Northern Territory, that receives the first light as the sun rises in the east. This is the landscape during April and the start of the harvst season following the wet, when the earth receives sudden showers during what is meant to be the dry. This artwork was painted on a huge piece of bark and tells the story about a group of spirit women who appear as stars in the night sky.
I met this giraffe doing a feeding type of this and boy was he only there for the food and that’s it which is obviously pretty relatable I think
By formal rule OXPL-784D / we have decided / that all that relates to the old order / must be placed right.
I was starting to forget how to actually take pictures that don't directly relate to my dreary life so thought I'd be a swot today to make up for my reckless weekend.
I can relate, Teddy.
I took this shot last fall and made it a B&W for a challenge. I really like the original, though, and I feel a sense of anguish from seeing this little bear up there.
15 years ago yesterday my sweet Momma went on to the next place. As I told my friends yesterday, that's 5,475 days of me missing her. Make that 5,476 now.
RED relates to the BASE chakra situated at the base of the spine
The organs to which this chakra relates are the kidneys and bladder .(The kidneys are formed within the pelvis and here they link with the base chakra energy, although prior to birth they rise to the position in the loins with which we are more familiar). The vertebral column, hips and legs are also areas related to this chakra. The endocrine gland to which this colour relates is the adrenal gland.
On the psycho-spiritual level, this chakra relates to self awareness. That is to say our awareness of ourselves as human beings and our place on earth. It is the area of survival and relates to our basic human instincts of fight or flight. Red gives us courage and strength. The colour relates to stability and security.
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This is my art installation for ONE BILLION RISING, a call to action based on the staggering statistic that 1 in 3 women on the planet will be beaten or raped during her lifetime. It is an one-day-only event that is happening on Feb 14, 2019, the seventh year where men and women in Second Life will join activists, writers, thinkers, celebrities, and people across the world to Rise, Resist and Unite as a show of unity, individual strength, and the need for change.
OBR Website:
onebillionrisingsl.wordpress.com/
My Artist Statement:
My artwork for One Billion Rising tries to capture the moment when a person who has endured rape, sexual abuse, or violence of any kind finally breaks free of the pain that they've experienced, be it physical or emotional. The rising hand-drawn particles of women floating up is a literal interpretation of "one billion rising", as they join in the collective celebration to end the abuse and suffering, rising from the darkness of their painful past. I made each particle to be scaled to our human size so that they are more relatable, and visitors could feel that they are a part of the collective.
I really wanted to give the feeling that pain or abuse - represented by black splotches in the background and on the 3D hand sculptures - doesn't have to last. This is especially expressed in the animated textures on some of the hands, representing change. As we grow as individuals, the pain that has been brought on us takes on a different form, one that can unite us to become stronger than who we used to be.
I'll bet many of you can relate to this image, huh? Let me make this analogy clearer ... the three birds representing the weekend days, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and the crab representing the abrupt arrival of Monday. Let's try our best to usher it away. LOL. OK, I know, that's quite a bizarre interpretation of the image, but it's the best that I can do on an early Monday morning. :-)
Actually, the least terns are nesting on the sunny Florida beaches ... some still courting, some sitting on eggs, some taking care of their newborns. These little birds are quite aggressive with each other ... and the on-lookers ... as they don't like anything or anyone entering their "home space". Can't blame them either, since it's quite crowded on the inn. ;-)
So if those close quarters aren't enough, enter the ghost crabs which call the area their home as well. These territorial terns, who were infighting just a few moments ago, unite in fight that benefits them all. See, as the ghost crabs emerge and begin to intermingle with the nesting terns, an all-out war is waged ... terns working together ... to eliminate the threat to the colony. Several will make the approach to the crab, wings out and upward, squawking away, puffing up, and jumping around, as the crab tries to defend itself, but eventually retreats. It's 3 against 1! LOL. I can't remember when I've been so amazed at the behavior of birds (OK, it probably wasn't that long ago, seeing how it's baby bird season, but it was quite entertaining).
Nature is quite amazing and birds are quite smart, at least they seem like it to me. I guess "pack behavior" extends in all forms of life. :-)
Hope that everyone, in their own way, can find something to be happy about on this Monday morning. Welcome to another week ... not sure about you, but mine have been flying by!
Thanks for stopping by to view and especially for sharing your thoughts and comments too.
© 2015 Debbie Tubridy / TNWA Photography
Indeed grand from this viewpoint, the North Rim. I'm sure others can relate, but for me, majestic landscapes like this have two lives: the one at the moment the picture was imagined and snapped, and the one(s) later when there's time to zoom in on the amazing details of nature's creation.
I felt like I could understand this guy.
I'm having an Icelandic-Horse themed week with my photography, and this guy is a prime specimen of what it means to be an horse of Iceland, in my opinion. Long and luxurious mane, sturdy body, longer hair all around... and friendly! We were struck by how happy the horses were to come up to the fence and hang out with us whenever we came by to visit #horsesoficeland #icelandichorses
“Urban art is a style of art that relates to cities and city life. In that way urban art combines street art and graffiti and is often used to summarize all visual art forms arising in urban areas, being inspired by urban architecture or thematizing urban live style.
The notion of 'Urban Art' developed from street art that is primarily concerned with graffiti culture. Urban art represents a broader cross section of artists that as well as covering traditional street artists also covers artists using more traditional media but with a subject matter that deals with contemporary urban culture and political issues.”http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Urban_art
“Wild Flowers are not weeds"
Street Art is the modern, urban wildflowers
What's the difference between Graffiti Tagging and Street Art?
1. Street Art is constructive, Graffiti Tagging is destructive.
2. Street Art adorns the urban landscape, Graffiti Tagging scars it and accelerates urban decay.
3. Street Art stretches your mind, Graffiti Tagging is a slap in your face.
4. Street Art is about the audience, Graffiti Tagging is about the tagger.
5. Street Art says "Have you thought about this?", Graffiti Tagging says "I tag, therefore I exist".
6. Street Art was done with a smile, Graffiti Tagging was done with a scowl.
7. Street Art takes skill, Graffiti Tagging takes balls.
8. We mourn losing Street Art and celebrate losing Graffiti Tagging.
Good Street Art is great, good Graffiti Tagging is gone!
”http://www.graffitiactionhero.org/graffiti-tag-vs-street-art.html
Additional interesting sites
www.osnatfineart.com/urban-art.jsp
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Street_art
Graffiti_27 LR
Insects in the family Tettigoniidae are commonly called katydids (in Australia, South Africa, and the United States),[1] or bush crickets.[2] They have previously been known as long-horned grasshoppers.[3] More than 6,400 species are known. Part of the suborder Ensifera, the Tettigoniidae are the only extant (living) family in the superfamily Tettigonioidea.
They are primarily nocturnal in habit with strident mating calls. Many katydids exhibit mimicry and camouflage, commonly with shapes and colors similar to leaves.
Tettigoniids range in size from as small as 5 mm (0.20 in) to as large as 130 mm (5.1 in).[9] The smaller species typically live in drier or more stressful habitats which may lead to their small size. The small size is associated with greater agility, faster development, and lower nutritional needs. Tettigoniids are tree-living insects that are most commonly heard at night during summer and early fall.[10] Tettigoniids may be distinguished from the grasshopper by the length of their filamentous antennae, which may exceed their own body length, while grasshoppers' antennae are always relatively short and thickened.
The lifespan of a katydid is about a year, with full adulthood usually developing very late. Females most typically lay their eggs at the end of summer beneath the soil or in plant stem holes. The eggs are typically oval and laid in rows on the host plant. The way their ovipositor is formed relates to its function where it lays eggs. The ovipositor is an organ used by insects for laying eggs. It consists of up to three pairs of appendages formed to transmit the egg, to make a place for it, and place it properly. Tettigoniids have either sickle-shaped ovipositors which typically lay eggs in dead or living plant matter, or uniform long ovipositors which lay eggs in grass stems. When tettigoniids hatch, the nymphs often look like smaller versions of the adults, but in some species, the nymphs look nothing at all like the adult and rather mimic other species such as spiders and assassin bugs, or flowers, to prevent predation. The nymphs remain in a mimic state only until they are large enough to escape predation. Once they complete their last molt, they are then prepared to mate.
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Risin og Kellingin are two sea stacks just off the northern coast of the island of Eysturoy in the Faroe Islands close to the town of Eiði. The name Risin og Kellingin means The Giant and the Witch and relates to an old legend about their origins. The Giant (Risin) is the 71m stack further from the coast, and the witch (Kellingin) is the 68m pointed stack nearer land, standing with her legs apart.
A legend tells how, once upon a time, the giants in Iceland were envious and decided that they wanted the Faroes. So the giant and the witch were sent down to the Faroe Islands to bring them back.
They reached the north-westernmost mountain Eiðiskollur, and the giant stayed in the sea while the witch climbed up the mountain with a heavy rope to tie the islands together so that she could push them onto the giant's back. However, when she attached the rope to the mountain and pulled, the northern part of the mountain split. Further attempts were also unsuccessful, and they struggled through the night, but the base of the mountain was firm and they could not move it.
If the sun shines on a giant or witch, it turns to stone. So it was that as they continued to struggle they didn't notice time passing, and as dawn broke a shaft of sunlight put a stop to their efforts by turning them to stone on the spot. They have stood there ever since, staring longingly across the ocean towards Iceland.
The 1890 Empress Flour Mill on Queen Street is category C industrial heritage building, which means that its removal is a permitted activity. There are two plaques on the front of the building, one relating to the 118 year old structure and the other to the 1921 grain silos. With a height of 35 metres the category B listed heritage silos are the town's most prominent landmark. They're still in use and will not be demolished.
While at the park with my children I was doing some reverse macro freelensing as a way to help myself cope with the intense struggles I face and was struck by this tiny piece of a torn leaf. From my vantage point it looked like a tiny, fragile heart turned upside down, trapped within a crack where two pieces of concrete joined together. I could deeply relate to what I saw—it reminded me of myself and my own experience. To me, it was amazing that I even noticed this tiny leaf—the reverse macro actually makes the leaf appear much larger than it looked to the eye without the magnification. I am thankful I didn’t miss the opportunity to see this meaningful scene.
[image created on 5–29-2024]
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As a way to cope with circumstances beyond my control, survive and work to keep fighting for life I decided to try to take at least one photo (or more) each day. I call this “a photo (or more) a day.” Practicing this form of therapeutic photography helps me work to focus on the present moment, gives me something familiar and enjoyable to focus on as I use photography skills that have become like second-nature to me and being able to view the images I capture helps me recall what I was thinking, feeling and noticing at the moment when I created the photos. More of the photos from this series can be seen on my Instagram account
I may not always have the energy, time or capacity to share photos from this series—especially with the very challenging circumstances my family and I are experiencing—and will do my best to continue taking a photo (or more) a day even if I’m not able to share.
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The title of this relates to an article I read some time ago by Ken Rockwell, www.kenrockwell.com/index.htm, in which he explains what is "Good Bokeh", I found it interesting because I happen to be one of those people that think the word good when describing a medium such as photography is subjective and even sometimes what is generally "bad" can be "good" every now and again, if you know what I mean. He even has a chart showing what "poor", "neutral" and "good" bokeh looks like, and I am proud to say I have achieved what I think he describes as "neutral" or "poor" bokeh. Yeah for me!!! :-)))
In truth, I don't disagree with him in looking at this image there is something a little too harsh in the blobs of light here. It certainly is not the "smooth and silky" kind of bokeh. But you know after drinking a few of those glasses of what is in the foreground, nothing was in focus, and that is clearly seen in this image (as nothing in the shot is clearly in focus), so I call the shot a success!! :-))))
Here is a link to the entire story (which is a great read, seriously), www.kenrockwell.com/tech/bokeh.htm, and an excerpt is below.
"Bokeh describes the appearance, or "feel," of out-of-focus areas. Bokeh is not how far something is out-of-focus, bokeh is the character of whatever blur is there.
Unfortunately good bokeh doesn't happen automatically in lens design. Perfect lenses render out-of-focus points of light as circles with sharp edges. Ideal bokeh would render each of these points as blurs, not hard-edged circles."
So I guess I have a good lens and a "neutral" or perhaps "poor" bokeh shot to show for it! All of this is posted in good spirits, hope it reads that way! Cheers!!! :-))
HBW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!