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The Shenyang Olympic Sports Center Stadium (沈阳奥林匹克体育中心) opened in 2007 and was originally built as a multipurpose stadium to replace the older Wulihe Stadium (五里河体育场) which was demolished in 2007 and replaced by - a shopping mall (well, what else in modern China... 😋).
The stadium was finally named "Olympic Sports Center Stadium" after it hosted a couple football matches during the 2008 Summer Olympics.
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That's what I decided to do when I spotted these Sunflowers. I started with What if and finished with Why Not : )
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The Sunflower:
Helianthus is a genus comprising about 70 species of annual and perennial flowering plants in the daisy family Asteraceae commonly known as Sunflowers. Except for three South American species, the species of Helianthus are native to North America and Central America.
The best-known species is the common sunflower (Helianthus annuus), whose round flower heads in combination with the ligules look like the Sun. This and other species, notably Jerusalem artichoke are cultivated in temperate regions and some tropical regions as food crops for humans, cattle, and poultry, and as ornamental plants.
(Nikon Z6, 24-120/4.0 @ 84 mm, 1/20 @ f/4.5, ISO 100, edited to taste)
Red Legged Partridge - Alectoris Rufa aka French Partridge
The red-legged partridge (Alectoris rufa) is a gamebird in the pheasant family.
It is sometimes known as French partridge, to distinguish it from the English or grey partridge.
This partridge breeds naturally in southwestern Europe (France, Iberia and northwest Italy). It has become naturalised in flat areas of England and Wales, where it was introduced as a game species, and has been seen breeding as far north as Cumbria and eastern Yorkshire and the western Isle of Man. It is replaced in southeastern Europe by the very similar rock partridge (Alectoris graeca). It is a non-migratory terrestrial species, which forms flocks outside the breeding season.
This species breeds on dry lowlands, such as farmland and open stony areas, laying its eggs in a ground nest.
The natural range of the red-legged partridge is France, Spain and Portugal. However, it was introduced from France to Great Britain in the 18th century, and has since become an important gamebird there. As it is a mediterranean species, it thrives in hot, dry areas with sandy soil. The ability to breed two clutches simultaneously has led to it being extensively reared in captivity, and released for shooting. The breeding of chukars (Alectoris chukar) and red-legged/chukar hybrids is prohibited, due to its impact on wild populations of red-legs. The red-legged partridge is believed to be in decline across its range.
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The Prince Edward Point Lighthouse, built in 1881, is a squaretapered wooden lighthouse with an attached dwelling. The lighthouse is located on the eastern tip of Prince Edward Point, Ontario. Besides the combined 7.8-metre (26 foot) lighthouse and keeper’s residence, the lightstation also includes a detached shed. The lighthouse was automated in 1941 and operated until 1959 when it was replaced by a steel skeleton tower.
The lighthouse is associated with various shipwrecks that occurred in this area, colloquially called the “Graveyard of Lake Ontario”.
The Prince Edward Point Lighthouse supported the shipping industry, marking a safe avenue for commercial ships travelling through the waters of Lake Ontario for nearly 80 years. The lighthouse marks the only protected harbour for a distance of approximately 60 nautical miles.
Prince Edward Point Lighthouse was recognized as a Heritage Lighthouse in 2015. (Parks Canada)
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The end of the trail at the Prince Edward Point Bird Observatory, the lighthouse is a good spot to look for sea ducks during migration, as well as gulls and cormorants. Over 300 species of birds have been recorded on the trails and lake.
Prince Edward Point Bird Observatory, Ontario, Canada. June 2022.
These folks have replaced the traditional barking dog with ‘guard cacti’. Really who says cacti in everyday speak? The fence is only in the front of the property and does not extend around the side. Obviously there are plans for more cactus plants in the future. I think there should be a sign saying, “Beware of Cacti. Get the point? You could be stuck until the police arrive.” As Robin would say, “Holy prickly situation, Batman.”
I continue to replace images that I posted before with a new version that I like better. Morning Glory is one of my favorite flowers in the garden. I start them from seed and enjoy seeing than blossom. Each stage of the flower is fascinating to photograph.
Replaced the original portrait image with this landscape one as it suits the fine scene at the top of Padley Gorge better.
The gardens evolved from an earlier formal Baroque garden laid out around Stowe House, home of the Temple-Grenville family. In about 1718 Richard Temple, Baron (later Viscount) Cobham decided to replace that formal garden with one that was more in keeping with his own sense of what a garden ought to be.
The North Carr is Scotland's last remaining Lightship which is now moored at Victoria Dock in Dundee.
The vessel weighs 270 tons and is equipped with a light and a foghorn and was painted bright red to warn seafarers of the dangerous North Carr rocks - a set of rocks near to the turning point for ships sailing between the Tay and Forth estuaries.
The North Carr didn't have an engine or a rudder so it had to be towed out to near the rocks and then rely on its anchor to keep its position.
The North Carr Lightship was decommissioned in 1975 and replaced by a buoy. It was bought by the charity Taymarra in 2010 and is now undergoing refurbishment.
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Aw !!!!! As you can see in my today's photos, their blooms are soooo adorably and deliciously formed, so gracefully colored!!! The plants are so generously built and colored !! The Divine Creator was full of inspiration and joy , really, while creating the blooms of these Beauties : Hydrangeas or Hortansias! ( Hydrangea = Hydra+Gea = Filled with water + earth, in Greek, implies that Hydrangeas are really fond of humid soil and atmosphere!!)
In my garden, they replace in July certain large-bloomed Roses in blooming, while these first ones carry faded rose blooms, and are being prepared for their second wave of blooming!! Therefore, the garden remains colorful non stop!! Which was really my target-aim while organizing its creation and planting in the mixed borders.…
Hydrangeas are generally carrying two types of blooms in various sizes and colors, according to the unique characteristics of each plant! They are either round bloomed-– Hydrangeas Mopheads--- or disc-like bloomed –Lacecup Hydrangeas Macrophyllas!
You can read here in this BBC ’s special gardening website how to grow them successfully!! www.gardenersworld.com/how-to/grow-plants/how-to-grow-hyd...
Pop Corn Beaches are beaches where the sand has been replaced by a kind of carbonaceous shells that have a morphology and color reminiscent of popcorn. These are calcium carbonate skeletons synthesized by a species of red algae that inhabit the Canary coasts at shallow depths, called rhodoliths.
Rhodoliths occur extensively around the shores of Fuerteventura Island in the Canary Archipelago, with Lithothamnion cf. corallioides being the most prominent species.
It is by the action of the waves, that over the decades, a large number of rhodoliths end up being washed ashore, whose remains contribute to the formation of the sediments that make up the modern beaches, so these unusual beaches have been formed very slowly.
Although rhodoliths are resistant to a variety of environmental disturbances, they can be severely affected by storms, harvesting, ocean acidification and global warming, and the beds are known to be between 20 and 100 meters deep in most parts of the Canary Islands.
Along the beaches there are panels explaining what these "popcorn" are and that their extraction is forbidden, in spite of which the plundering is still very frequent. Unfortunately, every year tourists and locals remove a considerable amount of rhodoliths from the beaches, which represents a threat to these ecosystems, since, as I mentioned before, the remains of dead rhodoliths contribute greatly to the sediments that form contemporary beaches.
Majanicho, La Oliva, Fuerteventura, Islas Canarias
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The Bridge....
Saturday Karen and I made our way to the south end of Heart Lake Conservation Area; The fall is a fickle time. some years the leaves changing colours are okay and others they don't change much at all. some years they last for a long time others a sudden storm and strong winds and its all over.
This is probably the last weekend for shooting fall colours in southern Ontario, the colour display is off the charts, so may varied shades of red, yellow and burnt orange.
this shot is of the bridge in the middle of the park, it is showing signs of its age and will probably be replaced with a much better newer one, but i do love the old worn out version.
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This is the old road to the trailhead parking area for Black Slate Falls and Quartzite Falls near L'Anse, Michigan. Both waterfalls are short hikes, one upstream and one downstream. Today, just to the right of the frame, a bridge has replaced driving through the Slate River.
Replacing the wall at St Fagans National History Museum.
The arch has always been a lovely feature of the wall.
These cute but shy little birds have the sweetest little peeps. They don’t really like to be watched, so I had to get the photography blind set up just to get a photo. Well worth it, though.
Sefton Park, Liverpool.
This was made with my first attempt to create a texture. It's quite basic made using watercolor paper and charcoal, scanned into the computer. Unfortunately I hadnt realised the paper was too large for the scanner so it was quite what I had wanted. The photo has had the usual treatment in photomatix and photoshop.
U61 comes to a stop at CP Luke to cut the J81 pusher off, before heading west to Beech Creek on the Pokey Main. Like several of the Buchanan Branch CP's, Luke is on the agenda to be replaced with safetrans soon. *Update, CP Luke has been cut in with safetrans.
My dear friend Caterina trusts me with making her sims for years. This is the last one, mostly water, which I had the honor of making for her. But a new design is to replace this soon, so these images are what will remain of the memories here.
ENG: The Schäzlerpalais Staircase in Augsburg can be seen, this museum houses the municipal and state art collection. It is located at the Herkulesbrunnen, directly at the corner of Maximilianstraße and Katharinengasse and used to be the city palace of a banker.
The former Palais House on site was replaced by a new building in 1765. This rococo palace was built according to plans by the Munich court architect Karl Albert von Lespilliez. The construction work took four and a half years. In October 1958, Wolfgang Freiherr von Schaezler (fourth generation) donated the building to the city of Augsburg on condition that it never be sold and used exclusively for cultural purposes.
GER: Zu sehen ist das Augsburger Schäzlerpalais Treppenhaus, dieses Museum beherbergt die städtische und staatliche Kunstsammlung. Es liegt am Herkulesbrunnen, direkt an der Maximilianstraße Ecke Katharinengasse und war früher das Stadtschloss eines Bankiers.
Das ehemalige Palais Haus vor Ort wurde ab 1765 durch einen Neubau ersetzt. Dieses Rokoko-Palais entstand nach Plänen des Münchner Hofbaumeisters Karl Albert von Lespilliez. Die Baumaßnahmen dauerten viereinhalb Jahre. Im Oktober 1958 schenkte Wolfgang Freiherr von Schaezler (in vierter Generation) das Gebäude der Stadt Augsburg mit der Auflage, es niemals zu veräußern und ausschließlich für kulturelle Zwecke zu nutzen.
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The Saint Sophia church (Church of God's Wisdom) in Ohrid has a fascinating history! It replaced two earlier predecessors and dates to the end of X century when Tsar Samuil moved the capital of the Bulgarian Empire to Ohrid at the time of its greatest power and extent, and designated this church to serve as the main cathedral of his realm and the seat of its own Patriarch. Its frescos date to XI century; although they are obviously damaged, they are one of the outstanding examples of the Byzantine art from that time, along with those in the eponymous cathedral in Kyiv. The church has survived almost intact because the Ottoman Turks who had conquered the Balkans in XIV-XV centuries converted it into a mosque during their rule rather than had it destroyed.
История Софийской церкви в Охриде очень интересна! Она была построена в конце Х века на месте двух предшественниц царём Самуилом, сделавшим Охрид столицей Болгарского царстваа в эпоху его наибольшего могущества, как главный храм своей державы. Фрески XI века, несмотря на очевидные повреждения, являются одним из выдающихся памятников византийского искусства той эпохи наряду с фресками тёзки этой церкви в Киеве. Софийская церковь сохранилась до наших дней практически без изменений потому что турки-османы, захватившие Балканы в XIV-XV веках, не разрушили её а обратили её в мечеть на время их владычества.
The National Railway Museum has an interesting collection of railway rollingstock. On the left of this shot a "Red Hen" railcar which were the backbone of Adelaide's metropolitan rail system from the late 1950s until the early 1990s.
On the right, TV-Class Tank Car No.4872 used by The Vacuum Oil Company for carriage of petroleum products on the broad gauge South Australian Railway network. The Vacuum Oil Company began operating in Australia in 1895, introducing its Plume brand of petrol in 1916. The Flying Red Horse (Pegasus) logo was introduced in 1939, and in 1954, the Plume brand was replaced by Mobilgas. I have a faint recollection of the Plume brand.
The Church of the Tikhvin Icon of the Mother of God (other name is the Old Ascension Church)
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Camera: Nikon F 80;
Lens: Sigma 24-105mm f/4 DG (OC)* HS I AF;
Film: Agfa CT Precisa 100 (process before 2015.08);
Filter: No filter;
Exposure: as ISO 80 - 2020.01;
Scanned: Minolta Dimage Scan Elite 5400 by VueScan
The Church of the Tikhvin Icon of the Mother of God (other name is the Old Ascension Church) is a wooden Orthodox church in the city of Torzhok, Tver Region of Russia.
The first mention of the temple in the clerical record dates back to 1653. The wooden building was built on the right, high, bank of Tvertsa. The height of the temple is 34 meters. Since the temple was wooden, it was redone many times. In the 1780s, a foundation of white old stone was laid under the building (on one of them the year 1782 was knocked out). In 1783, the back roof was replaced by iron, in 1806 the porch was built, and in 1828 the head was redone. By 1854, the temple was dilapidated and it was decided to build a new stone one in return.
In the middle of the XIX century, parishioners decided to build a new stone Ascension Church near the wooden church. It was supposed to destroy the old church, and use the material from it in a new one or sell it in another parish. But the Archbishop of Tver Filofei (Uspensky) forbade the demolition of "such a wonderful church both in antiquity and in architecture." As a result, a new stone Ascension Church was built, in 1858 the warm Zosimo-Savvatievskaya church was demolished, but the old wooden Ascension Church remained standing.
However, the temple was not demolished, but was transferred to the Staritsky tract. By 1883, the temple was reconstructed and on October 5 it was re-consecrated in honor of the Tikhvin Icon of the Mother of God.
In Soviet times, church services ceased in 1929. There was a plan to transfer the temple to the Museum of Wooden Architecture in Vasilevo near Torzhok.
In the mid-1970s and early 1980s, restoration and research work was carried out. In the 2000s, worship services resumed in the summer.
The temple preserved painting of the XVIII century, and in the lower tiers of the painting of the second half of the XIX century. In the ceiling of the upper tier is an octagonal niche with the image of the New Testament Trinity.
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I replaced the small perch wih a stick I had found at one of the rapids in the Rio Grande. I put the camera on the tripod a few feet way. Then I set up my Canon R7 to be controlled by the Canon app in my iPhone while I was inside the house. Then just waited, and waited. And then waited some more. Finally, my small friend showed up late in the day as the light was going down. In my excitement I did not raise the ISO. I was lucky to get one sharp frame at 1/15 sec.
UPDATED Image replaced 13-02-2026 (found during a Lightroom Catalogue re-build) The image on the LEFT was the ORIGINAL POST, the image on the RIGHT is the REAL COLOUR of LEO (being confirmed that it IS him) a neighbours cat (in MORNING light) who sadly passed away over 10 years ago.😭😭😭
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Betnava Castle
Schloss Betnava
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The modern Betnava mansion replaced a medieval court, which was first mentioned in medieval written sources in 1313 as the court of Rudolf, a Maribor citizen and former provincial clerk in Breg near Maribor. The second reliable mention of Betnava can be found in a document from 1363: it is mentioned as Paldrumss hoff – Paltram's manor, i.e. the manor of Rudolf's son Paltram (I). In a document from 1378, Rudolf's grandson Paltram (II) is referred to as von Wintnaw – from Betnava – and this is the first explicit mention of Betnava. Probably at the beginning of the 16th century, but certainly before 1526, the Auerspergs became the owners. In 1555, Volf Engelbert Auersperg sold the estate to his brother-in-law Luka Szekely, and in 1587, the Herbersteins became the owners. In 1677, Janez Jakob Count Khisl bought the castle, but it burned down in 1685. The building was supposedly only restored by the Counts of Brandis, who inherited Betnava along with other associated estates in 1727. Betnava remained in the possession of the Brandis family until 1863, when it became the summer residence of the bishops of Lavant. In 1941, the German occupiers took the manor away from the diocese, and after the war it became state property.
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Das moderne Herrenhaus Betnava ersetzte einen mittelalterlichen Hof, der erstmals 1313 in mittelalterlichen Schriftquellen als Hof von Rudolf, einem Bürger von Maribor und ehemaligen Provinzbeamten in Breg bei Maribor, erwähnt wurde. Die zweite zuverlässige Erwähnung von Betnava findet sich in einem Dokument aus dem Jahr 1363: Es wird als „Paldrumss hoff“ – Paltrams Hof, d. h. der Hof von Rudolfs Sohn Paltram (I) – erwähnt. In einem Dokument aus dem Jahr 1378 wird Rudolfs Enkel Paltram (II.) als „von Wintnaw“ – aus Betnava – bezeichnet, und dies ist die erste explizite Erwähnung von Betnava. Wahrscheinlich zu Beginn des 16. Jahrhunderts, aber sicherlich vor 1526, wurden die Auerspergs zu den Eigentümern. Im Jahr 1555 verkaufte Volf Engelbert Auersperg das Anwesen an seinen Schwager Luka Szekely, und 1587 wurden die Herbersteins zu den Eigentümern. Im Jahr 1677 kaufte Janez Jakob Graf Khisl das Schloss, das jedoch 1685 niederbrannte. Das Gebäude wurde vermutlich erst von den Grafen von Brandis wieder aufgebaut, die Betnava zusammen mit anderen dazugehörigen Gütern 1727 erbten. Betnava blieb bis 1863 im Besitz der Familie Brandis, dann wurde es zur Sommerresidenz der Bischöfe von Lavant. 1941 nahmen die deutschen Besatzer das Gut der Diözese weg, und nach dem Krieg ging es in Staatsbesitz über.
The Wesleyan and Primitive Methodists and Church Army all used 'Gospel cars' in the nineteenth and early twentieth century. Within Methodism, horsedrawn wagons were partly replaced by hand-pushed 'trek carts' in the inter-war years, and finally by deaconess' caravans in the 1950s. Gospel Cars were used for ministry in markets, fairgrounds, at overnight moorings for barge and boat people, and to traveller camps, and to reach rural locations.
This faithful reproduction of Car No 11 was built in 2011, and is currently housed on the Boat Dock at the Black Country Living Museum. This serves to link it within the museum campus with one of the historically marginalized groups - the boat and barge people - to whom the Gospel Car missioners were reaching out. The inside of the Gospel Car can be viewed from the front platform even when no-one is specifically on duty, so visitors can see for themselves how the Gospel Car operated. It was a little home on wheels - what are seats during the day were beds at night. It was a little church on wheels - the bigger audience would be addressed from the platform while the smaller audience would be invited inside. It was a little audio-visual centre - see the organ and the pictures hanging from the wall. What you may not see, because they are stored out of sight, are the gramophone, the percussion band instruments and the magic lantern. It sounds wonderful, but with walls of just a single plank thick it would certainly be very very cold on many a winter night.
A photo from this morning.
I was hoping there might be some snow around but sadly that wasn't the case.
The fence up here is looking a little worse for wear now and materials are on the ridge to replace it, looks like it will be a wire fence so it won't be as interesting as this one unfortunately.
Farmall 656 tractor sitting next to a couple of grain bins near Alvo, NE. The coffee can on the exhaust is not a factory item.
Destined to replace the 06 series, the 56 series was introduced in 1965 with a single model: the 656. International’s Farmall 656 was billed as a 12-month worker, efficient enough to handle lighter utility work and powerful enough to pull a 4-5 bottom plow.
The Farmall 656 was released as an individual model without much fanfare. In the first production year, only Farmall versions of 656 were available. Customers could order their 656 with one of two available six-cylinder engines. The C-263 gasoline or LP engine provided about 64 horsepower at the power takeoff. The D-282 diesel offered about the same power but with more torque, longevity, and fuel efficiency.
The OLI motor had been bouncing back and forth on the Zephyr for a few weeks as I was prepping my move from Ottumwa. Despite being a filthy mess, the front end still looked decent in the sun. This day had been fairly cloudy for most of it, but the sun came out at the right time for the late station stop. I wanted to be sure to grab this view that will be impossible in short order as the platforms are being replaced and the depot will soon be shielded by a beautiful new canopy.
Quite apart from its famed cathedral, the old town of Chartres is, itself, endlessly fascinating. Its narrow winding streets and alleys lead steeply down from the cathedral to the Eure river, passing rows of shops, a Romanesque church and several half-timbered houses. In medieval times Chartres was in fact two towns: a pilgrim village centred around the cathedral and an industrial town along the river. These days the mills and waterwheels of the industrial town are long gone, replaced by private houses, gardens and picturesque stone bridges. Their quiet charm forms a relaxing counterpoint to the high drama and magnificence of the cathedral.
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Il terzo giorno a Bridgetown, di primo mattino, arriva un taxi dell'agenzia d'appoggio alla nave e mi conduce al porto. zona banchine per navi da crociera. La vedo ed è amore a prima vista, gran voglia di scattarle subito una foto, ma sarebbe indelicato, così salgo a bordo, mi presento al Primo Ufficiale che dovrò sostituire e disbrigo tutte le pratiche, prendendo anche conoscenza della nave che non conoscevo (mia prima volta a bordo di un veliero) Solo verso il tramonto mi prendo 5 minuti per scendere a terra e immortalarla. I velieri sono più belli in mare aperto, con le vele spiegate e gonfie di vento. Ormeggiate in banchina, come anche ancorate in rada, le vele sono raccolte e quasi invisibili. Ma io la guardo e il cuore mi batte più forte
On the third day in Bridgetown, early in the morning, a person from the ship's support agency arrives and takes me to the port. dock area for cruise ships. As I see her it's love at first sight, I really want to take a photo right away, but it would be indelicate, so I get on board, introduce myself to the Chief Officer who I will have to replace and take care of all the paperwork, also getting to know the ship that I didn't know (my first time on board a sailing ship) Only towards sunset I can take 5 minutes to go ashore and immortalise her. Sailing ships are more beautiful in the open sea, with their sails unfurled and billowing in the wind. Moored at the quay, as well as anchored in the harbor, the sails are gathered up and almost invisible. But I look at her and my heart beats faster
St. Dwynwen's Cross.
On what is probably the highest point of Llanddwyn Island stands the huge St Dwynwen's cross, hewn from stone. Dwnwen is the Welsh patron saint of lovers, her day - 25th January - is still marked by some in Wales by the sending of cards and flowers. The cross is inscribed 'On the sixtieth year of Queen Victoria', which is a clue to when it was erected, 1879.
The Lighthouse.
Twr Mawr (big tower) was, from 1845 until 1976, the lighthouse which marked the rocky peninsula near the south west corner of Anglesey known as Llanddwyn Island. Built in a conical style, perhaps inspired by the design of Anglesey's windmills, this 35ft tower with an effective height above sea level of 82ft was visible from 7 miles away.. The lighthouse was replaced by ‘Twr Bach’ beacon; which stands just across the bay, and has a directional flashing light, in 1976
On 19/07/90 during my lunch break from the Travel Centre at Nottingham station, the Immingham-Brownhills tanks are trundled through by 31207 & 31243, seen from the NCP car park which has been torn down and replaced by new offices over the last 18 months. Print scan.
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1/5 second handheld image, 14mm (35mm equivalent), f2.8, the little Olly done a half decent job on this,
Look up at the dome, and you can see the replaced 5 panels where the bomb pierced the dome.
"The design of the present church is based on the Pantheon in Rome, has the THIRD-largest unsupported dome in the world, and is Malta's largest and most famous church. The church narrowly avoided destruction during World War II when on 9 April 1942 a German aerial bomb pierced the dome and fell into the church during Mass, but failed to explode. This event was interpreted by the Maltese as a miracle." © Wikipedia
Nylon strings are traditionally tied behind the bridge, but I've found that after years of use strings begin to saw through the wood where they are tied. I've found that using tiny blocks of wood to secure the wood avoids the issue.
Part 1: www.flickr.com/photos/glenbledsoe/50506435473/in/photostr...
Sony ILCE-7M2 | Tamron 35
Charles's Notes
The morning sunlight had replaced the rain.
Ingrid's kitchen felt different now.
Softer.
Warmer.
The three women sat around the kitchen table with coffee cups and the remains of last night's conversation still lingering in the air.
Photographs covered the table.
Letters from Sweden.
Names.
Faces.
Lives.
The younger Clara was sorting through one of the shoeboxes when something caught her eye.
"Wait."
The others looked up.
"What is it?" asked Ingrid.
Clara carefully pulled a folded piece of paper from the bottom of the box.
Unlike the photographs, it wasn't a letter.
And unlike most of Charles's notes, it contained more than a few words.
The paper had yellowed with age.
The handwriting was unmistakably Charles's.
The older Clara leaned closer.
"Read it."
The younger Clara unfolded the page.
At the top, Charles had written only one thing:
For my own sanity.
The kitchen grew quiet.
Then she began to read.
For my own sanity.
I am writing this because I no longer trust my memory.
Father would say I imagined everything.
Perhaps he was right.
When I was a boy in Stora Malm, Mother used to tell stories about those who walk beside us.
Not angels.
Not ghosts.
Not demons.
Simply souls unable to find their way home.
Father hated such talk.
Whenever I repeated those stories, there was usually an argument.
Sometimes there was worse.
I still remember telling him about seeing Pinntorpafrun near Eriksberg.
I must have been ten years old.
I could describe her dress.
I could describe her face.
Father called me a fool.
Then he slapped me hard enough to split my lip.
Mother waited until he left the room before cleaning the blood from my mouth.
She never told me I was mistaken.
In fact, she admitted that strange things had happened to her too.
She spoke of wandering spirits.
Of lonely roads.
Of figures standing where no living person should stand.
I never knew whether to believe her.
And perhaps that uncertainty has followed me my entire life.
More than once I swore I would leave that God-forgotten village forever.
The last time I said it aloud, Father slapped me again.
Even now I can still hear him.
"Use your head, boy."
Perhaps I should have listened.
Perhaps I am simply losing my mind.
Several years ago I found myself inside a hospital.
Not as a patient.
At least not officially.
A doctor seemed convinced that I required observation.
He asked too many questions.
Questions about things I had seen.
Things I could not explain.
He looked at me the same way Father used to.
With concern.
And with doubt.
I left before any decisions could be made.
Still, I remember the ward.
Rows of beds.
People coughing through the night.
A sickness I did not recognize.
The air itself felt heavy.
Like death waiting patiently in a corner.
There was one child I cannot forget.
A young red-haired girl.
Very pale.
Far too pale.
I knew she was dying.
Nobody told me.
I simply knew.
Sometimes she sat upright and stared toward the doorway.
Not at the nurses.
Not at the doctors.
At something else.
Something none of us could see.
More than once she pointed.
There was never anybody there.
At least nobody visible.
The other patients ignored it.
The nurses ignored it.
I could not.
The child seemed to be watching someone standing beyond the threshold.
Someone waiting.
One of the nurses was a colored woman named Daisy.
A good woman.
Kind.
Patient.
The sort of person who remembered every patient's name.
The little girl trusted her immediately.
So did I.
Daisy treated people as though they mattered.
That is rarer than most people realize.
What troubles me is this:
I am nearly certain I met her before that day.
Not in the hospital.
Somewhere else.
Perhaps another neighborhood.
Perhaps another year.
I cannot place it.
The memory feels wrong somehow.
Like a dream remembered in fragments.
I asked Daisy whether we had met before.
She smiled and said she did not think so.
Perhaps she was right.
The rational explanation is that I have mistaken her for somebody else.
God knows that would be the simplest answer.
Yet I cannot shake the feeling that I recognized her the moment she entered the room.
If Father were alive, he would laugh at me.
If the doctor read these words, he would probably lock me away.
Perhaps they would both be right.
But I have learned something over the years.
There are things in this world that refuse to fit inside ordinary explanations.
I do not know whether they belong to God.
Or madness.
Or something else entirely.
All I know is that I have seen them.
And I am tired of pretending otherwise.
— Charles Karlsson
When the younger Clara lowered the paper, nobody spoke.
The kitchen had gone completely silent.
Ingrid stared at the page.
The older Clara looked troubled.
But it was the younger Clara who spoke first.
Very quietly.
"That girl."
The others looked at her.
She swallowed.
Then pointed to the passage.
"The red-haired girl."
No one answered.
The old house seemed to hold its breath.
And for the first time since arriving at Ingrid Lund's home, all three women wondered the same thing.
Was Charles remembering a dying child from long ago?
Or had he somehow seen the girl from Ward 8 long before any of them knew her name?
I replaced my old Nikon F mount macro lens with the Laowa 100mm manual focus Macro lens and tried it out on this cricket. Also used a flash and small diffuser. I missed the focus on the eyes a bit but I still like the picture a lot. More motivation to get it perfect next time :).