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This suburban leaf pile, awaiting city pickup, extends ten feet (three meters) toward the curb • 2016 • Cleveland northeast Ohio USA
iPhone 6s with ProCamera 9.5.2 + integrated vividHDR app (takes and auto merges 3 or 5 images) • Photoshop Elements with DxO's ViewPoint 3 plugin
The seemingly endless corridor that leads eventually to the Indein Temple (after a near kilometre walk, trying to avoid making eye contact with shopkeepers all the way, though fortunately they do not try the hard sell). The ruins are located either side of this first section.
Inle Lake is fast becoming one of Myanmar's most popular destinations, with stunning scenery and plenty of 'floating villages' to explore. Most of the buildings here are of wood, standing above the water on 'stilts', allowing plenty of room for changes in the water level of the lake. Near to the settlements are 'floating gardens', huge allotments created on floating reed rafts that are staked into position.
All in all Inle is one of the most picturesque places to visit in the country.
Seemingly made of wood, Binwin the Garden Gnome comes alive when not being photographed. Binwin's hobbies include gardening, being in gardens, and enjoying the company of other garden-oriented creatures.
What is seemingly the most accessible form of the photographic medium – the family photograph – has been transformed into a vital theme in the oeuvre of Swiss photographer Annelies Štrba (1947). Through the depth of her treatment, her ability to see new qualities in what has been viewed a thousand times, she was able to depict the reality of her personal family life in such a way as to transmit a truly valuable, all-embracing message on interpersonal relations.
With breathtaking ease, she transcends the boundaries of the banal and the concrete, bringing the photograph and its resonances into a timeless space yet all the while retaining its tender subtleties. Štrba has for some time developed the family theme through both still photography and video in parallel. One essential shift in emphasis, though, occurred in 1997, when she abandoned photography to concentrate exclusively on work with video and the subsequent computer animation of its individual sequences. Utilising special technical approaches, she began to create self-standing pictures of time-stopped “filmstrips” in fantastic colours, displaying her capabilities of a nearly magical imagination. An essential theme remaining present in the work continues to be the moments of family life – instants that are hardly even remembered thanks to their simplicity and quotidian transience. A second, yet no less vital parallel theme of Annelies Štrba’s is the series, starting from the very outset of her career, of photographs and later videos of cities that she has visited. Modern technology has given the artist the means of self-expression through nearly visionary slices of urban reality, which in certain instances acquire, under the influence of political events, a tragic tone of commemoration of the threats of human civilisation, particularly underscored through their contrast with her other work.
The present exhibition is intended to present a cross-section of all phases of the oeuvre of this truly exceptional creative personality, from her first black-and-white photographs from the late 1970s presented in the form of a slide show up to the most recent series of coloured images depicting the motif of elves. A central element of the project, significantly located in the centre of the exhibit itself, is an extensive series of video films. Štrba works to an unusual extent with real time, thus revealing to the viewers her ongoing method of seeing and the background to her work with artificial colouring in the self-standing pictures.
Even though this important photographer has displayed her work across the world as part of many solo as well as group exhibits, the Prague exhibition is most likely to be her first retrospective show of work outside of Switzerland.
Seemingly about to enter Free Derry. Me doing a bit of touristy stuff on my recent visit to Londonderry.
Then one seemingly ordinary day would turn out to be extraordinary when a masked gunman would break through the security desk and head straight for Bob's cube! Bob, quietly looking into his filing cabinet turned around to see the gunman staring straight back at him. The gunman wanted a particular file from his office. The only problem was that the file in question...wasn't there. Bob had a problem on his hands.
Seemingly oblivious to the crashing surf, five sanderlings scout the receding wave for morsels of food.
A hundred birds sing their morning rituals seemingly all at once. I use my sleeve to pat down my trusty 50D. It's so dark beneath the canopy and cloudy pre-dawn. I'm using trial and error to try and get a good exposure as I don't like raising my ISO when using a tripod and don't yet have a light meter. The rain is getting heavier, I move under a nearby tree fern (Dicksonia antarctica) and wipe my camera down again. it's cold and wet but I'm in one of a handful of temperate rainforests left in New South Wales. I'm thankful the old ways (chop it all down) are no longer the norm. I'm at Rutherford Creek, just off the Snowy Mountains Highway, 50km west of Bega, NSW, Australia, elevation 900m. It's dark and damp and crazy early but I'd much rather be here than asleep in bed like all the softies. ;)
From my October long weekend spent camping at South East Forest National Park on the NSW far south coast.
Seemingly a nailed on 70 working is the 4Z56 Daventry-Coatbridge Liner. More often than not the train stops in the down goods loop which gives the likes of myself a good opportunity to capture a clutter free shot. Seen here is 70011 taking it's turn on the working.
Well, I am now ready to say this. It is really more for me to help process this, but my good friend, Rob, has passed away. I met him when he was the building engineer for the school of which I eventually became the principal. He and I seemingly could not have been more different except for our love of music, especially live music. I cannot tell you how many shows we saw and the fun we had. Through these times we got to know each other very well. It turns out that we were not that different. He wouldn't have admitted it, but he had a very kind soul albeit fractured. He had some rough times, but with the support of friends he overcame most of his major problems. He definitely was a survivor.
However, his health had taken a turn for the worse some years ago. He eventually had to retire from work. After this I didn't get to see him very much. In retrospect this saddens me greatly. I wish I had had more time. We did keep in touch on a regular basis. In fact, I was just talking to him the Saturday before last just as he was going to have quadruple bypass surgery. He had already been in the hospital months before this with a heart issue. When I visited with him then he said he was going to make changes. He did make changes but it seems the damage was already done.
The bypass surgery did not go well. His heart was simply not strong enough. He was placed in an induced coma and transferred to a hospital in Plano Tx from Arlington Tx that could better deal with his condition. He was in ICU a week or week and a half, but I could be mistaken. He never regained consciousness. He left us on 22 November around noon.
I am doing fine. It hurts knowing that I will not see him again or hear his voice. The only tough times are when I remember a concert or a funny comment he made either at work or at show.
One of the funnier times we had was when we attended a Machine Head concert. I was waiting in line. I had bought the tickets. The line was to meet the members of the band. Some roadies were nearby pushing large amps and monitors into the venue. Rob, looking like the ragged, disheveled, overworked laborer that he was, started helping the roadies with the equipment. He walked right into the venue. He didn't show a ticket or any sort of pass to allow him in. Everyone thought he was a roadie. He was waiting for me by the stage when I entered. I told him he owed me money for the ticket he didn't use! :) He bought drinks instead. You can see a pic of him meeting Machine Head in one of the uploaded pics. I met them as well obviously, but Rob couldn't operate my camera. My shots with the band came out blurry. I slapped him upside his bald head for that. We frequently punched each other. I think it stemmed from our time in the circle pits getting pushed around while the younger kids went nuts during the show. He loved to give me kidney punches which I returned as either a hit on his head or hard fist to chest punch. He would just laugh like that was the funniest thing in the world. He also would yell that I was the coolest boss and principal in the world when we met people. I was neither.
The same venue where he just walked in also got to know us so well that on two different occasions, they upgraded our tickets to VIP even though we only paid for a general admission ticket. This venue was the large Gas Monkey Live. It was owned by Richard Rawlings. We met him too when Rob and I saw Dwight Yoakam there. Gas Monkey didn't survive covid, and the smaller Gas Monkey Bar & Grill went into litigation with Rawlings over who knows what. It closed as well this year if I am not mistaken.
Here are some pictures of our fun at shows. These are all just quick snapshots with an iPhone...in other words, they are not great shots, but I like them. If anybody has better pics of him please send them to me. Many knew Rob much longer than I, but in the time I had with him, we had some fun!
Rob, you insufferable pain in the arse, I am going to miss you horribly. Good-bye and may you rest in peace.
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Bueno, ahora estoy listo para decir esto. Realmente me ayuda más a procesar esto, pero mi buen amigo, Rob, falleció. Lo conocí cuando era el conserje de la escuela de la que eventualmente me convertería en director. Él y yo aparentemente no podríamos haber sido más diferentes, excepto por nuestro amor por la música, especialmente la música en vivo. No puedo decirte a cuántos conciertos y otros eventos asistimos. Nos divertimos tanto.
Durante esos tiempos llegamos a conocernos muy bien. Resulta que no éramos tan diferentes. Él no lo habría admitido, pero tenía un alma muy amable, aunque fracturada. Pasó por momentos difíciles, pero con el apoyo de amigos superó la mayoría de sus problemas importantes. Definitivamente fue un sobreviviente.
Sin embargo, su salud había empeorado hace algunos años. Tuvo que jubilarse del trabajo por su salud. Después de esto, no pude verlo mucho. En retrospectiva, esto me entristece mucho. Ojalá hubiera tenido más tiempo con él. Nos mantuvimos en contacto de manera regular. De hecho, estuve hablando con él el sábado pasado, justo cuando le iban a hacer una cirugía de bypass cuádruple. Ya había estado en el hospital meses antes por un problema cardíaco. Cuando lo visité, me dijo que iba a hacer cambios. Los hizo, pero parece que el daño ya estaba hecho.
La cirugía de bypass cuádruple no salió bien. Su corazón simplemente no era lo suficientemente fuerte. Lo pusieron en coma inducido y lo transfirieron a un hospital en Plano Tx desde Arlington Tx que podría tratar mejor su condición. Estuvo en la UCI una semana o una semana y media. Puedo estar equivocado. Nunca recuperó la conciencia. Nos dejó el 22 de noviembre, alrededor del mediodía.
Estoy bien. Me duele saber que no lo volveré a ver ni a escuchar su voz. Los únicos momentos difíciles son cuando recuerdo un concierto o un comentario gracioso que hizo en el trabajo o en un espectáculo.
Uno de los momentos más graciosos que tuvimos fue cuando asistimos a un concierto de Machine Head. Estaba esperando en la fila. Había comprado las entradas. La fila era para conocer los miembros de la banda. Algunos roadies estaban cerca empujando grandes amplificadores y monitores hacia el sitio. Rob, pareciendo el trabajador harapiento, desaliñado y sobrecargado de trabajo que era, comenzó a ayudar a los roadies con el equipo. Entró directamente al lugar. No mostró una entrada ni ningún tipo de pase para permitirle entrar. Todos pensaron que era un roadie. Me estaba esperando junto al escenario cuando entré. ¡Le dije que me debía dinero por la entrada que no usó! :) En su lugar, compró bebidas. Puedes ver una foto de él conociendo a Machine Head en una foto subida. Obviamente, también los conocí, pero Rob no podía manejar mi cámara. Mis fotos con la banda salieron borrosas. Le di una palmada en la cabeza calva por eso. Con frecuencia nos golpeábamos. Creo que se debió a la época en que estuvimos en los fosos circulares (circle pits) siendo empujados mientras los adolescentes y adultos jóvenes se volvían locos durante el espectáculo. Le encantaba darme puñetazos en los riñones que yo le devolvía con un golpe en la cabeza o con un puñetazo fuerte en el pecho. Él se reía como si eso fuera lo más gracioso del mundo. También gritaba que yo era el jefe y director más genial del mundo cuando conocíamos gente. Yo no era ni lo uno ni lo otro.
El mismo lugar donde él acababa de entrar también nos conoció tan bien que en dos ocasiones diferentes, mejoraron nuestras entradas a VIP a pesar de que solo pagamos una entrada general. Este lugar era el gran Gas Monkey Live. Era propiedad de Richard Rawlings. También lo conocimos cuando Rob y yo vimos a Dwight Yoakam allí. Gas Monkey no sobrevivió al covid, y el Gas Monkey Bar & Grill más pequeño entró en litigio con Rawlings por quién sabe qué. También cerró este año si no me equivoco.
Aquí hay algunas fotos de nuestros tiempos divertidos en los espectáculos. Todas son solo fotos instantáneas rápidas con un iPhone... en otras palabras, no son excelentes tomas, pero me gustan. Muchos conocían a Rob desde hace mucho más tiempo que yo, pero en el tiempo que estuve con él, ¡nos divertimos mucho!
Rob, eres un insoportable dolor de cabeza, te voy a extrañar terriblemente. Adiós y que descanses en paz.
A seemingly not so happy monkey in Povoação’s “zoological park”, in which several species of birds and monkeys are kept in rather small, and not so clean-looking, cages :(
Seemingly painted a darker shade of tan than the MkII stock, 078 heads south from Balbriggan with the 11.00 Belfast Central - Dublin Connolly.
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These seemingly random appearing patterns in this metamorphic (sedimentary that has changed) rock increase it's aesthetic value. This is but one portion of wall at the current (old, soon-to-be-former) location of MTMC.
Downtown Orlando, on one side of the At&t building.
Camera: Pentax ME Super
Lens: Tamron 28-75mm f/2.8 (@ f/2.8)
Film: Kodak Ektar 100 (@ ISO 64)
Though seemingly drab compared to the earlier InterCity and GNER liveries, the silver variant of the East Coast livery looked especially striking when reflected in direct sunlight. Class 91 No.91106 demonstrates this superbly as it heads a uniform Mark 4 set towards Holme Green crossing, south of Biggleswade, on 4th April 2012.
A seemingly simple job made more complicated by the fact that the entrants needed to survey the invert of a 30m deep wastewater inlet chamber.
Our teams supervised the confined space safety elements of the entry and supplied equipment and a standby rescue team.
The entrants were lowered in tot he chamber using a basket and mobile crane - CSTS were on hand to provide assistance in case of crane failure or other emergency.
This photo shows the davits set up before the entry.
The ornate carving seen in this seemingly superfluous extra church porch away from the actual church building itself is not just for looks. This is a traditional roof-covered gateway called a "lychgate" or , some people mockingly call it a "lurch gate" due to the somewhat awkward shifting of large objects through it. . A lychgate, also spelled lichgate,
lycugate, or as two separate words lych gate, (from Old English lic, corpse) is a gateway covered with a roof found at the entrance to a traditional English or English-style churchyard that pallbearers carry the coffin and body of a deceased person through to the graveside.
In some more traditional churches in rural communities there is still a small bier for resting coffins upon a center post in the gateway.
The word lych survived into modern English from the Old English or Saxon word for corpse, mostly as an adjective in particular phrases or names, such as lych bell, the hand-bell rung before a corpse; lych way, the path along which a corpse was carried to burial (this in some districts was supposed to establish a right-of-way); lych owl, the screech owl, because its cry was a portent of death; and lyke-wake, a night watch over a corpse (see Lyke-Wake Dirge).
In the Middle Ages when most people were buried in just shrouds rather than coffins, the dead were carried to the lych gate and placed on a bier, where the priest conducted the first part of the funeral service under its temporary shelter.
Compare modern German 'Leiche', Dutch 'lijk' and Frisian 'lyk', all meaning corpseedit] Description
Lych gate, St George's church in Beckenham, South London, claimed to be the oldest in England.[1]
Lychgates consist of a roofed porch-like structure over a gate, often built of wood. They usually consist of four or six upright wooden posts in a rectangular shape. On top of this are a number of beams to hold a pitched roof covered in thatch or wooden or clay tiles. They can have decorative carvings and in later times were erected as memorials. They sometimes have recessed seats on either side of the gate itself.
The gateway was really part of the church. It was where the clergy met the corpse and the bier rested while part of the service was read before burial. It also served to shelter the pall-bearers while the bier was brought from the church. In some lych gates there stood large flat stones called lich-stones upon which the corpse, usually uncoffined, was laid. The most common form of lych gate is a simple shed composed of a roof with two gabled ends, covered with tiles or thatch. At Berrynarbor, Devon, there is a lychgate in the form of a cross, while at Troutbeck, Westmorland, there are three lychgates to one churchyard. Some elaborate gates have chambers over them.
Most were built from around the mid 15th century although some date from earlier, including the 13th century lychgate of St George's churchyard in Beckenham, South London, claimed to be the oldest in England.[1] Several new examples were built to mark the new Millennium, such as those at Lenton, Lincolnshire and Careby.
Traditionally in some parts of England, particularly parts of Yorkshire, at the end of the wedding as the bride and groom leave the church the gates are closed (or where there is an absence of gates a rope is held across) by the local children and the couple have to pay them to let them pass.
The lychgate at this church dates from the late 1800s.
Lisbon's iconic bridge seemingly hovering over the clouds.
More of the same subject seen by the eyes of other photographer friends:
Cloudy River, by Nuno Miguel Correia
Cloudy River II, by Nuno Miguel Correia
foggy in the city, by Luís Amaral
lisboa que amanhece, by João Nogueira
the river of mist, by Pedro Moura Pinheiro
Another seemingly inappropriate topic for a musical that produced a great show. I saw Off the Page Productions' "Typhoid Mary" and it was one of the highlights of my Fringe this year.
A 16th century bridge bearing statues of both Saint Vincent Martyr (died in 3rd century AD) and Saint Vincent Ferrer (died in 1419). This bridge was inaugurated to celebrate the wedding of King Philip III of Spain to Queen Margarita, but it seemingly does not take its name "Real" from "Royal" but from "Rahal", an Arabic word that means orchard or garden.
Valencia, officially València, is the capital of the autonomous community of Valencia and the third largest city in Spain after Madrid and Barcelona, with around 800,000 inhabitants. The 'Port of Valencia' is the 5th busiest container port in Europe and the busiest container port on the Mediterranean Sea. The beaches of Valencia are also renowned and extend over many kilometres overlooking the Mediterranean. But there's so much more to this stunning city - historic monuments, museums and art galleries, statues and imposing buildings including Valencia's incomporable Gothic cathedral which allegedly contains the Holy Chalice (Holy Grail of the Last Supper). There's numerous parks, wide boulevards contrasting with atmospheric narrow streets in the old quarter of the city and plenty of shops! But for many, the highlight of any visit to Valencia is a lazy, unhurried walk through the beautiful Turia Gardens, snaking through the heart of the city alongside the river of the same name, leading inevitably to the 'Ciutat de les Arts i les Ciències' (City of Arts and Sciences); an entertainment-based cultural and architectural complex of quite breathtaking proportions and design. The brainchild of Santiago Calatrava and Félix Candela, it is certainly the most important modern tourist destination in the city and one of the 12 'Treasures of Spain'. For more comprehensive information on Valencia - as ever - refer to wikipedia, en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valencia.
There are plenty more photos of Valencia and other Spanish towns/locations if you take a look at my 'Albums' page, www.flickr.com/photos/36623892@N00/sets/ - thank you.
Among Chiang Mai's seemingly endless array of richly adorned temples, Wat Chedi Luang is one of the most unmissable, consisting of various intricate temple buildings arranged around the massive ruined chedi that gives the complex it's name, a huge brick-built stupa that has remained in it's dramatic earthquake-shattered state since medieval times.
The huge chedi was begun in 1391 and wasn't completed until 1475, at which point it's spire rose to nearly 300ft. The huge stupa only remained complete until 1545 when an earthquake brought most of the upper part crashing down, never to be rebuilt. There was some limited reconstruction in the early 1990s, restoring the form of the tower part of the structure to something like it's original state.
Some of the sculpted decoration has been restored too; originally there was a terrace of lifesize elephants halfway up the base (very little remains of the originals, though those at the south west corner have been reconstructed. The staircases on each side are guarded by the largest, most fearsome nagas we saw, more monstrous than the usual elegant serpents.
The main wihan (prayer hall) only dates from the 1920s but is a particularly beautiful building with facades covered in gilded foliate ornament, and striking Buddha sculptures within.
Seemingly everywhere you look in Slovenia is a photo moment. Possibly the most visually amazing country that i've been to.
By forces seemingly antagonistic and destructive
Nature accomplishes her beneficiant designs
- now a flood of fire
...again in the fullness of time an outburst of organic life.
John Muir
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Song: This is the Last Stop - The Dave Mattews Band from the album Before These Crowded Streets:
Fire
The Sun is well asleep
Moon is high above
Fire grows from the east
How is this
Hate so deep
Lead us all so blindly killing killing
Fools we are if hate’s the gate to peace
This is the stop
For raining tears
(Is) War
The only way to peace
(Well) I don’t fall for that
Raining Tears
Go ahead and dream
Go ahead, believe that you are the chosen one
Raining tears
You’re righteous, so righteous
You’re always so right,
Oh no
Gracious even God
Bloodied the cross
Your sins are washed enough
Mothers cry
“Is hate so deep
Must a baby’s bones this hungry fire feed?”
As smoke clouds roll in
The symphony of death
This is the last stop
Scream
Right is wrong now
Shut up you big lie
This black and White lie
You comb your hair to hide
Your lying eyes
You’re righteous, so righteous
You’re always so right,
But why your lie
Go ahead and dream
Go ahead, believe that you are the chosen one
This is the last stop
Here there’s more than is showing up
Hope that we can break it down
So it’s not so black and white
You’re righteous
You’re righteous
You’re righteous
You’re always so right,
There you are nailing a good tree
Then say forgive me, forgive me
Why
Raining tears
This is the last stop
Here there’s more than is showing up
Hope that we can break it down
So it’s not so black and white.
Lucky residents of Virginia will be treated to a free live concert in Richmond, VA on Sunday, October 26, 2008. The Last Chance for Change performance will be held at the ALLTEL Pavilion at the VCU Stuart C. Siegel Center to encourage Virginians to vote for change.
For ticket locations and additional information, please visit www.barackobama.com/dave.
More info about DMB www.davematthewsband.com/news/
Seemingly oblivious to the event, passengers carry on as normal as the first London Underground S7 train to carry passengers approaches Ladbroke Grove station on the Hammersmith & City Line.
On a seemingly beautiful day in Northern West Virginia, a big tree fell across Route 857 in Monogalia County, near Cheat Lake.
When I pulled up, there was already a half mile of traffic or so, and we didn't know any easy alternate route so my friend and I left my mom to watch the car, and jumped out to see if there was anything interesting to see.
Apparently the big tree just sort of randomly fell down, and the white car came around the bend a bit fast and wasn't able to stop in time. No one was hurt, but the car had some fairly serious damage (not shown) and the road was blocked for about 30-45 minutes.
Finally, just as the road was being cleared, two state troopers came barreling up the hill. The one, noticing my friend and I taking pictures, asked "what are you boys doing, a school project or something?"
The seemingly ordinary elements of one's domain continue to enthrall my lens. From door handles to the sensuous curves of a trusty throw draped languidly across the sofa. These simple, but vital details of life are our contrast companions and they deserve as much attention as the ornate this world, if you ask me.
Among Chiang Mai's seemingly endless array of richly adorned temples, Wat Chedi Luang is one of the most unmissable, consisting of various intricate temple buildings arranged around the massive ruined chedi that gives the complex it's name, a huge brick-built stupa that has remained in it's dramatic earthquake-shattered state since medieval times.
The huge chedi was begun in 1391 and wasn't completed until 1475, at which point it's spire rose to nearly 300ft. The huge stupa only remained complete until 1545 when an earthquake brought most of the upper part crashing down, never to be rebuilt. There was some limited reconstruction in the early 1990s, restoring the form of the tower part of the structure to something like it's original state.
Some of the sculpted decoration has been restored too; originally there was a terrace of lifesize elephants halfway up the base (very little remains of the originals, though those at the south west corner have been reconstructed. The staircases on each side are guarded by the largest, most fearsome nagas we saw, more monstrous than the usual elegant serpents.
The main wihan (prayer hall) only dates from the 1920s but is a particularly beautiful building with facades covered in gilded foliate ornament, and striking Buddha sculptures within.
Seemingly unscathed, this hardy water lily stand beautifully amid chewed and yellow leaves at BBG (Brooklyn Botanical Garden) lily pond.
Seemingly spontaneous aerobics astounded lunch-goers across the state today when flash mobs broke out at 12:10 p.m. on the streets of Denver, Greeley and Grand Junction. More than 100 flash mobbers exercised their enthusiasm for healthy eating and active living in each city when they suddenly disrobed to display retro, 1980’s-inspired workout gear and performed a coordinated aerobics routine.
LiveWell Colorado (http://www.livewellcolorado.org), a non-profit organization committed to reducing obesity by inspiring healthy eating and active living, coordinated the flash mobs to ignite enthusiasm for the launch of its statewide “Challenge,” campaign which encourages Coloradoans to challenge each other and their communities to live well.
Picture Credit: Erik Keith Photography
For Zahrah Alghamdi, material and memory are inextricably intertwined. Many of her works involve large accumulations of material that seemingly layer the histories and cultures of the places from which they come. When Alghamdi, who grew up in the southwestern region of Saudi Arabia, visited Palm Springs, she was struck by the connection between the desert landscapes and architectures. For Desert X, she has created a sculpture that echoes and synthesizes the traditionally built forms from her country with the architectural organization she found in the Coachella Valley. The result takes the form of a monolithic wall comprised of stacked forms impregnated with cements, soils, and dyes specific to each region. It expresses a highly individualized language corresponding to feelings, emotions, and memories associated with place and time.
Zahrah Alghamdi (Al Bahah, Saudi Arabia, 1977) explores memory and history through traditional architecture in both medium and assemblage. Her laborious and meticulous process involves assembling particles of earth, clay, rocks, leather, and water. Her medium and process draw on the notion of “embodied memory” to translate and delineate themes of cultural identity, memory, and loss. Alghamdi represented Saudi Arabia in the 2019 Venice Biennale and participated in Desert X AlUla 2020.
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Para Zahrah Alghamdi, el material y la memoria están estrechamente entrelazados. Muchas de sus obras condensan grandes cúmulos de material cual si fuesen estratos superpuestos de historias y culturas de los sitios de donde provienen. Alghamdi creció en Al Bahah, en la región suroeste de Arabia Saudita, y cuando visitó Palm Springs quedó impresionada por la conexión entre los paisajes y las arquitecturas del desierto. Para Desert X, creó una escultura que sintetiza y hace eco a las formas de construcción tradicionales de su país con la organización arquitectónica que encontró en el Valle de Coachella. El resultado toma la forma de un muro monolítico compuesto por elementos apilados, impregnados de cemento, tierra y tinturas específicas de los procesos de edificación de cada región; expresando un lenguaje sumamente personal que atañe a sentimientos, emociones y recuerdos asociados a un lugar y a un tiempo.
Zahrah Alghamdi explora memoria e historia a través de la arquitectura tradicional como medio y montaje. Su trabajo y meticulosos procesos comprenden el ensamblaje de partículas de tierra, arcilla, rocas, cuero y agua. La noción de “memoria encarnada” sirve como base de producción y prácticas para traducir y delinear temas de identidad cultural, memoria y pérdida. Alghamdi representó a Arabia Saudita en la Bienal de Venecia 2019 y participó en Desert X AlUla 2020.
What Lies Behind the Walls
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Pierson Boulevard between Foxdale Drive and Miracle Hill Road, Desert Hot Springs
On view from sunrise to sunset
Generous support is provided by Ba’a Foundation.
A frog, seemingly lost in thought, in our pond from several weekends ago.
Shot with the Nikon D7000 and Sigma 50-500mm lens @ 500mm. Manual exposure mode, F9, 1/200th second shutter speed, ISO 320, spot metering. Camera was tripod mounted. Processed in Photoshop CS5 and Lightroom 4.
Another "blue" on the way home, a half-sized Holly Blue, about the same size as a Small Blue, but seemingly unaware of its diminutive nature.
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The Holly Blue is primarily found in the southern half of the British Isles, and is a frequent visitor to gardens. This species is renowned for fluctuating wildly in numbers, forming a predictable cycle over a few years, believed to be caused by parasitism from the wasp Listrodomus nycthemerus whose sole host is the Holly Blue. The wasp lays its eggs in Holly Blue larvae, with a single adult wasp eventually emerging from the Holly Blue pupa. In England and Wales this species is widespread and common, south of a line running from Cumberland in the west to County Durham in the east. This species is also found on the Isle of Man and throughout Ireland, but is absent from Scotland except as a scarce vagrant.
You could say Zhao Rui, a young Shaolin monk from China, is rather thick-skulled. In a shocking video doing the rounds online, he can be seen holding a powerful electric drill to his head, without even breaking his skin, let alone fracturing his skull. The 24-year-old Kung-Fu master can also bend an iron bar against […]
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Seemingly surrounded by poles, wires and crossing gates, grain train #47G passes through the west side of Circleville OH.
2019 03 14 1603hrs NS #47G EB Grain 9812, -, Circlevillr OH (Large)
Seemingly unaffected by whatever problems there may have been in Carlisle, an unidentified TransPennine Express "Nova 2" set is on time as it passes Barrow Mill with the 10.12 Edinburgh - Manchester Airport.
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Majorette have seemingly left no stone unturned with their interesting Dacia 1300 casting giving it an array of very different recolours, most of which have been designed for their "Dacia 1300" sub series. I was delighted to discover the full assortment had begun to appear at TK Maxx stores in single format though unfortunately I was unable to locate them all. Salvation has come with the same retailer now getting in the new Dacia 1300 five vehicle set which of course includes all the single releases I couldn't obtain.
Ironically I already have this glossy red version which was its debut colour but who can refuse such a charming model!
Mint and boxed.