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La Ceja, Colombia; 2.300 meters above sea level.
Stilpnia heinei (Black-capped Tanager / Tangara capirotada)
The black-capped tanager (Stilpnia heinei) is one of the many species of Neotropical bird in the family Thraupidae. It lives in mountains of Ecuador, Colombia and Venezuela year-round.
The black-capped tanager was described in 1851, from a type specimen collected in Colombia. It is a member of the genus Stilpnia, in the tanager family, Thraupidae.
The genus name Stilpnia was proposed in 2016 instead of Tangara for T. heinei in order to match the phylogenetic relationships among tanagers.
Macro Mondays "Redux 2018 - My favorite theme of the year " [Double Exposure]
January 8: Double Exposure
Life is a Rainbow - One year in colours
Black - 52/52 weeks
Thank you very much for your visits, faves, and kind comments - Chandana
Relationships can be complicated. Whispering sweet nothings nonetheless. :)
- Cow Bay, Prince Rupert, British Columbia, Canada -
Elephants and cattle egrets have a special symbiotic relationship. The elephants benefit by having dangerous critters removed from their bodies, and the egrets get a snack and a free ride.
This moment was captured in Amboseli National Park in Kenya in a swamp, truly one of the most memorable places to see and photograph elephants.
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A young Coyote tests the wind for scents - something interesting, something promising. I think predators like this are hungry most of the time; at the very least they have a different relationship with hunger, quite unlike ours.
I've seen packs of Coyotes hunting in the national park, but never making a kill. Mostly I witness lone animals taking a prairie dog, or smaller rodents including mice and voles. They will climb into buffaloberry thickets in the fall to snack on the red, sweet-soapy berries. Last winter I saw one Coyote with a face full of porcupine quills, almost a certain death sentence in the wild. It's a hard life out there.
But with its acute senses of smell and hearing, its agility and wiles, the Coyote survives year round in this most unforgiving of landscapes. They are extremely wary of humans in the surrounding ranch lands, where the landowners shoot them on sight. Within the national park, however, it is possible to have close encounters like this, where the animal basically ignores me and on lucky days I can get close, detailed shots of them doing what they do. My biggest compliment as a wildlife photographer is to be considered innocuous, boring, unworthy of a second look.
Photographed in Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission © 2025 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
…are the pepper in the soup,
the best ones last from childhood onward.
Everyone in the rooms has a connection to one another.
(Through thick and thin—but not through stupid and agressive :)
This lovely bird, together with a blue and yellow macaw (Ara ararauna), lives in Christopher Columbus House in Gran Canaria.
• Red-and-green macaw / green-winged macaw
• Guacamayo rojo / guacamayo aliverde
• Arara-vermelha / arara-verde
Scientific classification
Kingdom:Animalia
Phylum:Chordata
Class:Aves
Order:Psittaciformes
Family:Psittacidae
Genus:Ara
Species:A. chloropterus
The Casa de Colón (Columbus House) is an architectural complex located in the center of the old Vegueta neighborhood in Las Palmas de Gran Canaria. It is believed that the renowned navigator stayed there while fixing one of his caravels during his first voyage to the New World in 1492. The project incorporates a number of the houses which currently take up the entire block and includes a library, a museum, and a dedicated study center inside.
The Columbus House was established to study, research and disseminate the history of the Canary Islands and their relationship with the Americas. The museum is divided into five thematic areas. The first contains various information panels showing the settlement of the New World, and the cultures and peoples of Pre-Columbian America. The section entitled "Columbus and his Voyages" recreates the explorer's expeditions, while an exhibit in another room examines Columbus’ time in the Canary Islands. The Columbus House also has a collection of paintings from the 16th to the 19th centuries.
2018,Osaka Japan.
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He sat at a coffee shop, gazing out the window. The city buzzed around him, but his thoughts were interrupted by the sight of his therapist walking by, looking stunning in casual clothes. Their sessions had been helping, bringing a glimmer of hope.
He wanted to call out, to connect beyond their professional boundary, but he held back. *She's my therapist,* he reminded himself. The rules were clear—therapist and patient relationships had boundaries for a reason. Yet, seeing her like this made it hard to resist.
As she disappeared into the crowd, he felt a strange pull, a mix of curiosity and something darker. He reminded himself to make another appointment, but the thought lingered—what would their next session bring? Would it unveil new insights, or only deepen the mysterious shadows within him? The mystery of his own emotions seemed to intertwine with the uncertainty of their encounters, casting a dark, seductive shadow over his thoughts.
Tᴏ Bᴇ Cᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ.....
....For in a good portrait there is a revelation: the subject reveals some truth about himself or herself and the photographer reveals some truth about himself or herself. So a good portrait is about human truth :-)
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HFF! Fight Like Our Democracy Depends Upon It! NY Times editorial board, May 4, 2025
alstroemeria, 'Casablanca', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
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The color version of the photo above is here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ticino-best-photos-of-southern-...
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
So far there's only been one photo in my gallery that hasn't been taken in my garden ('The Flame Rider', captured in the Maggia Valley: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/53563448847/in/datepo... ) - which makes the image above the second time I've "strayed from the path" (although not very far, since the photo was taken only approximately 500 meters from my house).
Overall, I'll stick to my "only-garden rule", but every once in a while I'll show you a little bit of the landscape around my village, because I think it will give you a better sense of just how fascinating this region is, and also of its history.
The title I chose for the photo may seem cheesy, and it's certainly not very original, but I couldn't think of another one, because it's an honest reflection of what I felt when I took it: a profound sense of peace - although if you make it to the end of this text you'll realize my relationship with that word is a bit more complicated.
I got up early that day; it was a beautiful spring morning, and there was still a bit of mist in the valley below my village which I hoped would make for a few nice mood shots, so I quickly grabbed my camera and went down there before the rising sun could dissolve the magical layer on the scenery.
Most human activity hadn't started yet, and I was engulfed in the sounds of the forest as I was walking the narrow trail along the horse pasture; it seemed every little creature around me wanted to make its presence known to potential mates (or rivals) in a myriad of sounds and voices and noises (in case you're interested, here's a taste of what I usually wake up to in spring, but you best use headphones: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfoCTqdAVCE )
Strolling through such an idyllic landscape next to grazing horses and surrounded by birdsong and beautiful trees, I guess it's kind of obvious one would feel the way I described above and choose the title I did, but as I looked at the old stone buildings - the cattle shelter you can see in the foreground and the stable further up ahead on the right - I also realized how fortunate I was.
It's hard to imagine now, because Switzerland is one of the wealthiest countries in the world today, but the men and women who had carried these stones and constructed the walls of these buildings were among the poorest in Europe. The hardships the people in some of the remote and little developed valleys in Ticino endured only a few generations ago are unimaginable to most folks living in my country today.
It wasn't uncommon that people had to sell their own kids as child slaves - the girls had to work in factories or in rice fields, the boys as "living chimney brushes" in northern Italy - just because there wasn't enough food to support the whole family through the harsh Ticino winters.
If you wonder why contemporary Swiss historians speak of "slaves" as opposed to child laborers, it's because that's what many of them actually were: auctioned off for a negotiable prize at the local market, once sold, these kids were not payed and in many cases not even fed by their masters (they had to beg for food in the streets or steal it).
Translated from German Wikipedia: ...The Piazza grande in Locarno, where the Locarno Film Festival is held today, was one of the places where orphans, foundlings and children from poor families were auctioned off. The boys were sold as chimney sweeps, the girls ended up in the textile industry, in tobacco processing in Brissago or in the rice fields of Novara, which was also extremely hard work: the girls had to stand bent over in the water for twelve to fourteen hours in all weathers. The last verse of the Italian folk song 'Amore mio non piangere' reads: “Mamma, papà, non piangere, se sono consumata, è stata la risaia che mi ha rovinata” (Mom, dad, don't cry when I'm used up, it was the rice field that destroyed me.)... de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaminfegerkinder
The conditions for the chimney sweeps - usually boys between the age of 8 and 12 (or younger, because they had to be small enough to be able to crawl into the chimneys) - were so catastrophic that many of them didn't survive; they died of starvation, cold or soot in their lungs - as well as of work-related accidents like breaking their necks when they fell, or suffocatig if they got stuck in inside a chimney. This practice of "child slavery" went on as late as the 1950s (there's a very short article in English on the topic here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spazzacamini and a more in depth account for German speakers in this brief clip: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gda8vZp_zsc ).
Now I don't know if the people who built the old stone houses along my path had to sell any of their kids, but looking at the remnants of their (not so distant) era I felt an immense sense of gratitude that I was born at a time of prosperity - and peace - in my region, my country and my home. Because none of it was my doing: it was simple luck that decided when and where I came into this world.
It also made me think of my own family. Both of my grandparents on my father's side grew up in Ticino (they were both born in 1900), but while they eventually left Switzerland's poorest region to live in its richest, the Kanton of Zurich, my grandfather's parents relocated to northern Italy in the 1920s and unfortunately were still there when WWII broke out.
They lost everything during the war, and it was their youngest daughter - whom I only knew as "Zia" which means "aunt" in Italian - who earned a little money to support herself and my great-grandparents by giving piano lessons to high-ranking Nazi officers and their kids (this was towards the end of the war when German forces had occupied Italy).
I never knew that about her; Zia only very rarely spoke of the war, but one time when I visited her when she was already over a 100 years old (she died at close to 104), I asked her how they had managed to survive, and she told me that she went to the local prefecture nearly every day to teach piano. "And on the way there would be the dangling ones" she said, with a shudder.
I didn't get what she meant, so she explained. Visiting the city center where the high ranking military resided meant she had to walk underneath the executed men and women who were hanging from the lantern posts along the road (these executions - often of civilians - were the Germans' retaliations for attacks by the Italian partisans).
I never forgot her words - nor could I shake the look on her face as she re-lived this memory. And I still can't grasp it; my house in Ticino is only 60 meters from the Italian border, and the idea that there was a brutal war going on three houses down the road from where I live now in Zia's lifetime strikes me as completely surreal.
So, back to my title for the photo above. "Peace". It's such a simple, short word, isn't it? And we use it - or its cousin "peaceful" - quite often when we mean nice and quiet or stress-free. But if I'm honest I don't think I know what it means. My grandaunt Zia did, but I can't know. And I honestly hope I never will.
I'm sorry I led you down such a dark road; I usually intend to make people smile with the anecdotes that go with my photos, but this one demanded a different approach (I guess with this latest image I've strayed from the path in more than one sense, and I hope you'll forgive me).
Ticino today is the region with the second highest average life expectancy in Europe (85.2 years), and "The Human Development Index" of 0.961 in 2021 was one of the highest found anywhere in the world, and northern Italy isn't far behind. But my neighbors, many of whom are now in their 90s, remember well it wasn't always so.
That a region so poor it must have felt like purgatory to many of its inhabitants could turn into something as close to paradise on Earth as I can imagine in a person's lifetime should make us all very hopeful. But, and this is the sad part, it also works the other way 'round. And I believe we'd do well to remember that, too.
To all of you - with my usual tardiness but from the bottom of my heart - a happy, healthy, hopeful 2025 and beyond.
I have met semi-literate village intellectuals with a lot of wisdom and highly educated scholars not in control of their motivations. The relationship between wisdom and knowledge is a tricky one. Let us try this formulation: wisdom without knowledge is an impossibility, knowledge without wisdom is vacuous. The point here really is the definition of knowledge or, more precisely, the privileging of a certain type of knowledge (let us call it, for lack of a better term, the academic variety) over other types. Such other types may be emotional knowledge, or social and cultural abilities. The whole sector of artistic expression should be mentioned as well. Just to make the point again: wisdom is based on knowledge, it is not a "return to childhood". So, little cherub, go out into this world and make yourself knowledgeable, you might get wisdom, too. Leica M 246 Mono, Leitz Elmar 4/135.
Joy Runs Beside Her
She walks steady and barefoot into the quiet tide, and he — oh, he brings the celebration.
Leaping, splashing, completely alive — a little ahead, a little wild, all heart. He doesn't need her to look. He just needs her to be there.
One calm, one leaping. One grounded, one flying. Different rhythms, same shore. And in that quiet difference, there is perfect harmony.
Sometimes the people who walk quietly beside us are the ones who give us the courage to run — and sometimes, they bring the joy that runs ahead.
Way ahead,
When her friends asked.. who are you going next with, sub or dom? and she doesn't have an answer... it makes her realized that....
For some relationships that had to end with the truths, still remain so haunted that she lost interest to move on her next step..
Sometimes what we experienced makes us don't want to continue walking..
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The fact that some people don't want hear
The fact that some people pretend to forget it
Even though I don't want to say but need to be told that..
" Lying has its cost as well..
Even the lies that people don't value...
Still need some value to get them... "
In the world where people want us to lie...
... lie that we love
... lie that they are special and important
... lie that it's possible
In the world where people think that lies are free without any cost that they can be easily expected from others. But to me and in reality, lying has its cost as well.
and when the cost to be lost is greater than the gain it makes us don't have a good enough reason to lie to make someone feel good.
That's why I strongly emphasize that people should develop themselves to become real valuable people who're worthy enough for someone to truly love, truly give real care, importance and possibility.
Why some people prefer telling the truths ?
Sometimes it's not always because the people are honest,
But because some peple never worthy of even a lie to make them happy.
A: Can't you just lie?
B: I can't
A: 'Cause you're so honest with me?
B: 'Cause your feelings never worth even a lie
My lies may be valuable and so meaningful to someone's life and the pathetic fictitious world that he tried to build out of all his worthlessness,.. but not his to me.
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Good and bad have formed her too long to change for anyone.
If he can't be happy with her, with today and what he has. She can't allow him to secretly expect, dream, hope, believe and live in his twisted dreams decieving himself any longer. He must awake to live in our reality.
If he can't, she'll finish it for him..
The fact may hurt only once but at least it's over.. better than suffering endlessly with the impossible expectations and fantasies about her.
Let it hurt to Learn and Remember well...
If the last time was not hurt enough to learn, Let this time be so that he doesn't have to come back to hurt repeatedly again and again in the same place, the same expectations with the same person who will never change and lie for him.
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" Lying has its cost as well..
Even the lies that people don't value...
Still need some value to get them... "
🎧 Mood 🎵
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wJnBTPUQS5A
♫♪.. we live, we love, we lie ?? ...♫♪
....something about relationships........
Photographic Art by Hal Halli
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2018,Osaka Japan.
My photos are not complete with just one photo. What matters is the relationship with other photographs. Therefore, I recommend you to view the following series. Please feel the city of Osaka through my photos,”OSAKA STREET FRAGMENTS” www.flickr.com/photos/153962322@N05/albums/72157719832072690
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There, users introduce photographers' photos and styles from a unique perspective. I want to know myself deeply. In addition to dialogue with oneself, the perspectives of others are also essential for self-understanding. In that sense, there is nothing more appropriate than "Testimonials." If you would take your precious time to tell me about me, I would like to say "Thank you!" from the bottom of my heart.
My series, “Something.”
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Cat portrait series,"Memories of stray cats" www.flickr.com/photos/153962322@N05/albums/72157690113266...
"In explore" www.flickr.com/photos/153962322@N05/albums/72
"OsakA"
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Thank you everyone.
Woodland Relationship
One of those cold and frosty misty mornings in the Eden Valley. Its always nice to find a nice wee woodland that you can spend a couple of hours walking about just taking in the atmosphere of the place, and actually take the time to look for views that you think will work for a shot.
Eden Valley, Cumbria
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This rare one off 1954 Aston Martin DB2/4 by Bertone is one of seven built by Bertone, and is the only coupe of the seven. Powered by a modified 2.9L, 140hp engine, and seen and photographed at the 2024 Greenwich Concours Show. Here is it's story by Sotheby's:
The tale of Stanley H. “Wacky” Arnolt II is well-known to sports car enthusiasts, but bears a rapid repeating: The Warsaw, Indiana businessman made his first fortune as a manufacturer of marine engines, then branched into the selling of British automobiles in Chicago in late 1950. In 1952 he commissioned Italian coachbuilder Bertone to build a limited run of custom-bodied MG TDs, known as Arnolt-MGs, for sale through his showroom. This relationship soon expanded, with Bertone collaborating with “Wacky” on, most famously, the Arnolt-Bristol, as well as Bertone-bodied Alfa Romeos, Bentleys, Ferraris, and other fabulous coachbuilt creations.
There were seven Aston Martins dressed by Bertone under Arnolt’s auspices, or, as the relentlessly self-promoting Arnolt would have preferred they be known, Arnolt-Aston Martins. Their designs differed from series to series and car to car, but DB2/4 chassis number LML/765 is the only coupe. It was and remains a thing of beauty, with lines that are more crisp and elegant than some of the other Bertone creations, arguably more finely tailored and cohesive and especially striking as a coupe. As noted by historian Stanley Nowak in his article on the Bertone Astons in Automobile Quarterly, Vol. 26 No. 4, the car’s dramatic creases in its flanks and a pronounced wraparound rear window were both signature touches of Bertone’s Franco Scaglione.
Build records at Aston Martin Dorset indicate that LML/765 was commissioned by Arnolt on 20 August 1954 for “Monsieur Henrey Pagezy” of Paris and delivered on 7 January 1955. Given the somewhat mangled spelling, it is believed that this client was actually Henri Pigozzi, founder of Société Industrielle de Mécanique et Carrosserie Automobile, better-known as Simca. This is likely, as a few features on LML/765, most notably the taillights, were borrowed from Simca automobiles—an impressive signature.
According to Nowak, Arnolt’s Bertone representative claimed that the coupe was intended to have been the first in a small run of cars, but by the time it appeared Aston Martin had refused to supply any more chassis to the effort. Supporting this statement, the car was shown, well after its completion, at both the 1957 and 1958 Turin Motor Shows—finished in white and then in blue, respectively—each time on the Bertone stand. It is believed that the coachbuilder borrowed the car back both years in an effort to entice Aston Martin to consider them as a new firm to develop the upcoming DB4, a role that eventually went to another Italian coachbuilder, Touring of Milan.
The Bertone coupe later made its way to the United States in 1976, into the hands of John G. Gyann. It was subsequently owned by Dr. Jim Pavlatos of Palos Heights, Illinois, and restored under his care, then passed through the hands of Chicago-based sportscar dealer Bill Jacobs and the Blackhawk Collection. In 1987, it was acquired from Blackhawk by Roger Karlson of California, who would own the car for eleven years and spent much time and spared no expense meticulously sorting the mechanicals of the largely cosmetic restoration that had been undertaken prior to his ownership. The car was shown later in 1987 at Pebble Beach while under Mr. Karlson’s ownership.
In 2019, the special Bertone Aston was acquired by the current owner, who commissioned Aston Martin specialists Kevin Kay Restorations in Redding, California to undertake a full concours restoration. As part of this work, the car was faithfully returned to its “show stand-correct” metallic blue shade, matched to traces of the original finish located below the headlight bezels and in the trunk area. In addition, the correct front bumper and taillights, which had been modified over the years, were fabricated to replicate the original 1955 units, as was the bonnet trim, sun visors, and much of the interior trim hardware. Down to the original red exhaust tip, visible in a surviving 1958 color photograph, no small detail was overlooked during this extensive restoration, which cost over $800,000 and was completed just in time for the Pebble Beach Concours d’Elegance in 2023. The restored car retains its original numbers-matching drivetrain, per its build documentation, with the original engine having been rebuilt to a high-output specification with elevated compression, DB MK III-style valves and camshafts, and an uprated oiling system.
At completion of the work, the car was debuted at the 2023 Pebble Beach Concours d’Elegance, where it was honored with First in Class, a remarkable achievement. It has yet to be shown publicly since, leaving the door open for the next caretaker to enjoy participation in virtually any top-level concours event on the planet. In fact, the Bertone Aston has already been invited to be displayed and compete at the Concorso d’Eleganza Villa d’Este. Accompanying the sale is a document file featuring restoration photographs and invoices, as well as a copy of the Automobile Quarterly article and other historical information, including a detailed letter account by dedicated former owner Roger Karlson.
This unique Aston Martin DB2/4 is a singular and exquisite automobile, representing the epitome of English sporting heritage, but inspired by American ingenuity, passion, and ambition, and styled and built by Bertone and Italy’s finest artisans. In so many ways, the Bertone Aston represents the ultimate iteration of company owner David Brown’s “gentleman’s express.” A lively, smooth performer, it is a consummate English gentleman indeed, but clothed in a bespoke Italian suit.