Rule 63 Cosplay (Gender-Bent)
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Talkin' in my sleep at night
Makin' myself crazy
(Out of my mind, out of my mind)
Wrote it down and read it out
Hopin' it would save me
(Too many times, too many times)
Oh, he makes me feel like nobody else
Nobody else
But my love, he doesn't love me
So I tell myself, I tell myself
One, don't pick up the phone
You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone
Two, don't let him in
You have to kick him out again
Three, don't be his friend
You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you're under him
You ain't getting over him
I've got new rules, I count 'em..
Jewelry from British India (1912), commemorating George V.
Macro Mondays, theme: Gold or Silver.
50-image focus stack with Helicon Focus.
For an image with scale, see here:
Two of my trusty rules to get the size of the macros frames, one steel rule and the other an inside/outside caliper done in inches and mm which makes it super easy to convert inch to mm. This was an 1-5/8 inch frame or 41mm.
... well composition wise! Going agains the rule of thirds and getting the sun dead centre but sometimes rules need to be broken! Lockdown rules sadly have to be obeyed and we are still not allowed to see family nor travel. Can't wait for lockdown to ease!
Clothing
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Song
Macro Mondays "Say Cheese"
Many thanks to all those who view, comment and or fave my photos....It is greatly appreciated ......Chandana
Happy Macro Monday Everyone!!!
Ruled by gravity and surface tension.
A water drop falling by the rule of gravity and held together by the rule of surface tension. For Macro Mondays theme of "rule." This shot also captures the point in time where gravity ultimately rules over the surface tension of the water.
Happy Macro Monday and thanks for viewing!
I created this image for the group Our Daily Challenge and its theme ONE COLOR RULES. The bright yellow of the ragwort dominates the entire frame, showing how a single color can set the mood and define the whole composition.
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Wenn Gelb das Sagen hat
Dieses Foto entstand für die Gruppe Our Daily Challenge zum Thema ONE COLOR RULES. Das Jakobskreuzkraut zeigt, wie Gelb die Szene vollständig beherrscht – lebendig, klar und voller Energie.
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LAVAROCK POSES
Friends Pose 2 @ The Mainstore & Market Place
Mens couple pose
L'EMPORIO
Fidelio @ The Mancave Event
Militarty style cap and mask. Unisex. Texture HUD, Resizable
"Rule by decree is a style of governance allowing quick, unchallenged promulgation of law by a single person or group, and is used primarily by dictators, absolute monarchs and military leaders" (Wikipedia). The UK government's anti-Covid laws are such decrees - they are laws neither discussed or passed by Parliament. People are not amused!
Close-up, flash, ND filter.
If you'd like to know about the inverse square law go here.
A thetrahedron with 9 triangles in 3 colours.
HaPpY CrAzY Tuesday
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Yes ! we can sit at a terrace again !
The difference of a lonely person before and after the lockdown
The 1958 Scarab Mk II, one of 3 legendary vehicles built by Lance Reventlow, who at age 21, and also the heir to the Woolworth fortune, sought to challenge European dominance with American innovation and Chevrolet V8 power
This Mk II Scarab, is the second of 3 Chevy small block front engined racers, and the one that actually won the US Grand Prix in Riverside, California, against a gaggle of the biggest and best from Europe, including Phill Hill in his monster Ferrari 412S.
The Scarabs absolutely dominated American Racing through 1962, and continued to be successfully raced for several more years. But for the late 50s rule change in European Formula 1 racing limiting the engine size to 3 liters, Lance could never fulfill his dream (shared with Briggs Cunningham) of conquering European road racing with Yankee ingenuity.
For a vivid description of the great race win in 1958, read this.... www.classicandsportscar.com/features/all-american-hero-dr...
And still considered by many to be the most beautiful sports car racer of it's era. And I am with them.
When King George V ascended to the throne on the May the 6th 1910, there was a whole year to plan and prepare for his Royal Coronation, which took place on the 22nd of June 1911. This included the production of any number of Coronation souvenirs, from booklets to teacups, medals to postcards, posters to tins: as mania for the great day took off amongst the patriotic British populace. Not only were Royal Coronation souvenirs sold in Britain, but throughout the British Empire, which in those days was the “Empire on which the sun never set”, spanning places like India, Canada, New Zealand and Australia amongst many other countries. Souvenirs varied greatly and accommodated every budget. Whilst companies like Royal Doulton made expensive porcelain pieces, this George V Coronation pin, affixed to a collar by a brass safety pin and decorated with a patriotic ribbon containing the colours of the Union Jack, featuring a photograph of the monarch on one side and Queen Mary on the reverse, would only have cost a few pence to acquire, and would have been produced in their thousands. Yet such ephemera was easily discarded or lost in the ensuing tumult of the Twentieth Century, and to date, this George V Coronation pin in my possession, is one of only two I have ever seen.
The theme for "Smile on Saturday" for the 18th of January is "flag unflagged", where the idea is to show the colours of a country’s flag, but not the flag itself. In this case I have chosen this little piece of memorabilia from the Coronation of King George V and Queen Mary on the 22nd of June 1911. The patriotic ribbon features the blue, white and red of the Union Jack. I have photographed the pin against a tourist photograph of Buck House (Buckingham Palace) from a pack of twelve famous views of London. I hope you like my choice for this week’s theme, and that it makes you smile!
Katarina lounges in the rule of thirds. As usual I cropped this photo into the 4:5 aspect ratio and lamented the fact that my camera does not default to this shape, especially for vertical compositions. My rant is over!
IMPORTANT: for non-pro users who read the info on a computer, just enlarge your screen to 120% (or more), then the full text will appear below the photo with a white background - which makes reading so much easier.
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.
Odd weather and the 3 tulips.
Taken this morning, 21th of April 2017!
"Rule of Odds" - The Flickr Lounge
"42. Weather" - 52 in 2017 Challenge
With CN rebuilding 90s power left and right, the Coronado Subdivision is slowly starting revert to what it was long before my time - a line where SD40s ruled the rails. The big, fancy, modern AC units are too big for the over century-old branch line, leaving CN with little to no choice but to run the vintage power. I, personally, have no problem with that.
CN Coronado Subdivision
CN L55751 (Local Freight)
CN SD40-2W 5272
CN SD40-2W 5350
IC C44-9W 2706
Canon EOS R6 | Canon 16-35 f/4
July 26, 2025 - 7:52 AM MT