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A pair of swans on the frozen lode. I hear that swans succumb to the same upsets as with human relationships, but some stay together for life! All the parallels between humans and other animals are endlessly interesting to me
Il progetto di collegamento tra piazza Chiaves e
piazza Carrara attraverso una passerella ciclopedonale è nato nell'ambito di Torino Città d'Acque, il
programma della Città mirato alla creazione di un
vasto parco fluviale e alla riqualificazione di circa
settantaquattro chilometri di sponde fluviali,
collegate a formare una successione ininterrotta di
aree verdi attrezzate.
Oltre a collegare le aree verdi sulle sponde opposte
del Po e facilitare l'accesso alla rete dei sentieri
collinari e delle piste ciclabili da San Mauro e
Moncalieri, con la nuova passerella si è voluto
anche favorire il rapporto tra Borgata Vanchiglietta
e Barriera di Casale, due zone della città separate
dal fiume
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Turin - Chiaves footbridge over the river Po.
The connection project between piazza Chiaves and
Piazza Carrara through a cycle and pedestrian walkway was born in the Turin City of Water, the
City program aimed at creating a
vast river park and the redevelopment of approx
seventy-four kilometers of river banks,
linked to form an unbroken succession of
equipped green areas.
In addition to connecting the green areas on the opposite banks
of the Po and facilitate access to the network of trails
hills and cycle paths from San Mauro e
Moncalieri, with the new catwalk we wanted
also favor the relationship between Borgata Vanchiglietta
and Barriera di Casale, two separate areas of the city
from the river
Frogs are not unlike humans in that individuals have very different personalities. Some are terrified of people, screeching and diving under water at the first hint of proximity. With others, one can gradually forge a relationship of trust.
Wild frogs of the right temperament can be slowly approached by gently talking to them with a musical voice. They may not understand words but can sense intent within tonalities and over time become familiar with certain notes.
I built such a bond of trust with the tree frog in this photo during the summer of 2023. With dew lap throbbing in response to my greetings, it remained comfortable as I got very close with my camera.
They are as loving, precarious, loyal, superficial, unconditional, inspiring and forgettable as they are in our first life.
No two of them are alike, but despite the pixels in where we hide, our unique humanity makes them all as beautiful and ugly as each of us are on the inside.
Life is precious, life is worth seeing, friendships are worth building, and love is worth taking chances.
Each one is a chapter in our books, so we continue to live them until "The End".
Have a great peaceful weekend.
*Backdrop from Synnergy
The Plaza de Espana was originally designed and built as the ultimate symbol and the most ambitious project of the 1929 Ibero-American Exposition World’s Fair. The initial idea of holding a World Fair in Seville was promoted in 1909 with the aim of opening the city and, especially, to modernize it. It would be the perfect occasion to achieve civil works, thus improve employment, promote the tourism, enhance the image of Seville and strengthen relationships with American countries.
The Fair was initially going to be inaugurated on April 1st, 1911. It was then delayed to 1914 but World War I (1914-1918) and political issues between Morocco and Spain delayed it further on. It was finally held from May 9th, 1929 to June 21st, 1930.
The works of the Plaza de Espana began in 1914 and where supervised by its creator, the Sevillian architect Aníbal González. He was also the architect chief of the event and designed other buildings such as the Mudejar Pavilion (better known today as the Museo de Artes y Costumbres), the Fine Arts Pavilion (transformed later in the Archaeological Museum) and the Royal Pavilion. All of them can be found in the María Luisa Park, at the America Square (Plaza de América).
It was the most expensive and hard construction of the fair, employing at some point more than 1,000 workers. Obviously, the project went through aesthetical critics and financial difficulties, especially because Seville was in very bad economic shape.
In 1926 Aníbal González resigned from his position and the Plaza de Espana was finished in 1928 by Vicente Taverner, who added the central fountain. It was also the place where Alfonso XIII inaugurated the Fair.
Black-browed Albatross are monogamous and often mate for life. So no surprise that both, "Bikering and Beakering" can mark their relationship from time to time. They generally live 30 years but apparently can live up to 70 years... Juveniles return to the colony after 2 to 3 years but only start breeding around the 10th year, until then, they will only practice courtship rituals. The rituals could be quite elaborated and involve mutual feeding, beak touching and preening between mates. They use their fanned tail in courting displays... so, this seems to be a "non-bickering" session here...
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
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A striking, medium-sized bird found along the Pacific coast from southern British Columbia through California and into Baja California. About 27–31 cm long with a 39 cm wingspan, it is an easy to sight bird, active throughout the day in the countryside and even in the suburbs.
These birds are commonly found in dry shrublands, oak woodlands, chaparral, and suburban yards, often in proximity to oaks. Omnivorous, they feed on insects and fruit in spring and summer and shift to nuts and seeds, especially acorns, in fall and winter.
These birds - like Acorn Woodpeckers - have a symbiotic relationship with Acorns. They cache acorns and retrieve it later, helping them thrive in diverse environments. That caching also helps in seed dispersal and helps the Oak trees spread across the areas.
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The purpose of the construction of skyscraper, almost equal to the lighthouse political. which aims to find the grandeur / beauty in relationships between nations in the world.
Each country will compete contest tallest building, in order to become the center of world attention.
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A relationship is like a rose, How long it lasts, no one knows. Love can erase an awful past, love can be yours, you'll see at last. To feel that love, it makes you sigh. To have it leave, you'd rather die. You hope you've found that special rose, 'cause you love and care for the one you chose.
~ Rob Cella
My husband gave me these roses about a week ago and I've been photographing them ever since and didn't like any of the images...until today, at breakfast, the light and as found setting appealed. I'm glad I didn't throw them out before sitting down to eat.
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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
Would you like to write something about my photos? The flickr "About" page has a corner called "Testimonials."
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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.”
www.flickr.com/photos/153962322@N05/albums/72177720313290...
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.
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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.
(Hexalectris grandiflora). Jeff Davis County, Texas.
This unique orchid is, in my opinion, just as spectacular as the Lady Slippers found deep in the Pineywoods. H. grandiflora, like others of its genus, is a non-chlorophyll producing myco-heterotroph. In other words, instead of obtaining energy through photosynthesis like most plants, they obtain their energy and nutrients from mycorrhizal fungi of plant roots. The host associations are not fully understood, but there appears to be a relationship between the genus Hexalectris and various species of white oak.
H. grandiflora has been documented in scattered sites in central and west Texas including the Chisos Mountains, White Rock Escarpment and various sites in the Edwards Plateau. They are apparently rare and seldom encountered in these areas, however, and their real stronghold in the state is the Davis Mountains. Here they occur in high elevation shaded canyons with abundant oaks. They are often found growing along the driplines of large rocks. They typically begin blooming in late June to early July following the arrival of the summer monsoon and may bloom into September in wet years. Outside of Texas they are found in northern and central Mexico.
"Everglow"is about the feeling of warmth or happiness that comes with the sadness you feel when you think about a relationship, situation, or friendship that has now ended or will do someday, but I truly believe that the seeds of love, hope and peace we plant in this world will follow us into the next and the end is not the end, but the beginning of something new; something beautiful and when we look back, we will see that what we have sown we will reap … “ - excerpt from a short story, “Goodbye to H” - AP
Dedicated to my dear friend, Julie who brought me back … you and your Mum are in my thoughts and prayers xx
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EVERGLOW - COLDPLAY
The closer we look the more we find
each precious drop; a diamond from Heaven
each tiny thorn; a poignant reminder
that all have a purpose in this world of ours
sitting in my enchanted garden
a snail coiled beautifully next to me
his iridescent glowing colours
a reminder of life's constancy
overhead the wind blows softly
the pink quince flowers on the bowers
softly blushing against the blue
clear skies always a kind reminder
that Heaven is near and all around you
each step we take a subtleness settles
on gentle shoulders filled with love
your countenance like the beautiful flowers
you photograph; bring peace like a morning dove
no need to thank me for my words
it is I who should be thanking you
and I do my friend with all my heart
for it is your words that brought me back and through
you see the darkness had descended on me
a betrayal by a very close friend
and I could only find words of sadness
but you changed all that; with the words you sent
so here I am in my Heavenly garden
writing these words that you deserve
and praying for you and your dear beloved
mother who brought an angel here to earth
each day is a miracle; each moment a blessing
and no-one knows how our stories end
but while we are here, we should be kind and loving
just like you my sweet, caring friend
I suffered betrayal at the hands of another
but I won't lose hope; I keep open my heart
for an end is not the end of our story
we go on; we live; we love; we start
right back at the beginning
when innocence was bliss
like the first Spring flower on a misty morning
and the sweetness of our very first kiss
our journey in this life may draw to a close
but the suffering we learned from
like the very first rose
we overcame and we blossomed
we gave it our all
and this day hope resurfaced
and we didn't fall.
- AP - Copyright © remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
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Please zoom in if you like to see the bubbles of the cuckoo spit left behind by a froghopper
Dunnock / prunella modularis. Private site, Derbyshire. 11/09/15.
This bird spends much of its time creeping about in one of the large empty buildings where it seems to have sourced an endless supply of spiders and small insects. It has a 'love - hate relationship' with a feisty Robin who also shares this space.
Occasionally the birds will emerge to keep tracks of the bigger picture and find other foods. Fascinating to watch their antics and skirmishes.
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
Would you like to write something about my photos? The flickr "About" page has a corner called "Testimonials."
www.flickr.com/people/153962322@N05/
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.”
www.flickr.com/photos/153962322@N05/albums/72177720313290...
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"
www.flickr.com/photos/153962322@N05/albums/72157689638422...
Thank you everyone.
I have a love/hate relationship with butterflies. They're gorgeous, of course. But they flit around way too fast and randomly for me to easily photograph. Maybe I'm slow. Whatever. Stupid butterflies.
This particular butterfly is a European Cabbage White. It would be responsible for the green caterpillars that are eating my kale at this very moment. I'm sure my kids appreciate that, even if I don't. (Dinosaur kale is good!)
I was able to get a nice shot of this one because it had to take shelter on the underside of a leaf to hide out from some light rain. I'm really happy with the awesome tiny water droplets on the leading edge of the wings.
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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The brown, oval, spiky seed heads of the teasel are a familiar sight in all kinds of habitats, from grassland to waste ground. They are visited by goldfinches and other birds, so make good garden plants. Bumblebees find their densely packed lilac florets an easily accessible source of nectar and pollen, collected with minimal expenditure of energy simply by walking over the inflorescences. But there is a menacing aspect to the relationship between this plant and its pollinators.