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Brad Lumb on Static Discharge 23, Zap Crag, Mt Victoria, Blue Mountains, Australia.
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Old Mackinac Point Lighthouse, built 1892, today is a beautiful museum in a park in Mackinaw City at the Straits of Mackinac Bridge. The bridge, which opened in late 1957, made the lighthouse unnecessary, as the lights on the bridge mark the shipping channel. The Mackinac Point Lighthouse was added to the National Register of Historic Places in 1969.
Mackinaw City straddles a county line, and thus lies in both Cheboygan County (to the east) and Emmet County; the lighthouse is in Cheboygan County, but the county line is not far to the west. According to Wikipedia, Fort Michilimackinac State Park -- or just Michilimackinac State Park -- encompasses both the southern end of the Straits Bridge and the Mackinac Point Lighthouse, both seen in this photo. (Another source says the lighthouse is in a city park; however, the NRHP listing for the lighthouse agree with the state park information.)
Lake Michigan and Lake Huron are joined by the Straits of Mackinac; however, a sign near the bridge indicates that the lighthouse is located on the Huron side, so I have counted this as a Lake Huron lighthouse. The Michigan Lighthouse Conservancy lists Old Mackinac Point Lighthouse as a Lake Huron lighthouse, as well.
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أتمنى هالمره تتكرموا علي .. وتعلموني أو تعطوني رابط الاقي فيه ضالتي
كيف أخلي الفوكس على كل الحشرة ..
وكيف أحرك نقاط الفوكس وأرتبها في الكام .. ؟
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لا تنسوا أني مبتدئة وخبرتي بسيطة
Come un nulla senza possibilità, un nulla morto dopo la morte del sole, come un silenzio eterno senza avvenire, risuona interiormente il nero.
Vasilij Kandinskij
One of 12 ink drawings that are part of my show Sketchbook: Chapter Two at Blue Gallery in Kansas City.
acrylic ink on paper
8x10 inches, 2011
Available at www.bluegalleryonline.com
When I was a kid, I wanted to live in a rundown, haunted mansion filled with mummies and bones and the closest thing to this was the Carnegie Museum. I love the building almost more than the exhibits it holds. Tiny doors in taxidermy hall that I believed were for elves, or made just for me. I wanted to sleep in the igloo diorama, bury my face in sealskin. The museum reminds me of Friday library nights with my mother, where every three weeks she’d take my sister and me to the adjoining library branch so we could borrow books. I loved reading in the stacks in the winter evenings, inhaling musty book scent as I flipped through "The Three Investigators" or "From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler." So this is about a good memory of my mother. About the childhood want to live in a museum, or losing myself in fiction when I don’t want to deal with reality. It’s about how the world moves around my family and me as we are left grieving together, and most days, alone.
I love that everywhere he goes right now his tail hairs stand at attention. He crackles while he walks too. So funny.
Here's my final take on the word "conflict" for a Typography I assignment that required the creation of a 3d representation of a randomly assigned word that participated in the scene in some way. It was completed in Seattle, Washington on 2007-11-13.
Lake Michigan from the Pierce Stocking Scenic Drive of the Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore, in Leelanau County, Michigan. Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore comprises 106 square miles, including North Manitou Island and South Manitou Island, visible in the distance here. Some dunes are stabilized by a protective covering of vegetation, while others erode and shift; the dune that gave the area its name no longer looks like a sleeping bear, as it has shrunk from long-time height of 234 feet to 132 feet by 1961, and to 103 feet by 1980. It is a "perched dune" -- a dune that is on top of a plateau that is, itself, high above the lake, and National Park Service information states, "The major cause of the dune’s erosion was wave action wearing away the base of the plateau on which the dune rests." Once shifting commenced, plant cover was disturbed and wind contributed to erosion. Although the dunes as such reach only a bit over 200 feet in height, at one overlook on the Pierce Stocking Scenic Drive a sign indicated that we were 450 feet above the Lake Michigan surface. [National Park Service information on Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore.]
Our recent two-week trip to Ohio (where we stayed several days in the Toledo area with my mother) and Michigan, where we spent several days along the Lake Michigan shore ended Tuesday evening when we returned home. Unfortunately, it rained most of the week we were in Michigan; we had conditions such as those in this picture only one full day and parts of a few others, and the day after this was taken, we left our Traverse City motel only for meals because of the day-long rain. Still, we're glad to have had some pretty periods, such as this.
No. 5 - 5: Exploring Ulmer Münster., Germany:
The north side of the Nave .
The Tabernacle.
It is essential to see this Original in order to better understand the scale of the carving! farm5.static.flickr.com/4070/4541878826_8f5cc7204a_o.jpg
The eye again ranges upward over canopies, pointed arches, pillars and finials to the top pinnacle. This stone pyramid, towering higher than the aisles, ends in a final finial at a height of 26 m. (85 ft.) It ranks as the highest tabernacle in Germany. :Cast stone" is what people long ago called the work created out of limestone and sandstone,
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It was probably erected between 1460 -1489. Another tabernacle stood here earlier, to which the kneeling figure of the donor, Hans Ehinger, called "Habvast", could well have belonged. This praying fihgure of the Parler era, who was mayor of the city (died 1381) and for whom the faithful "I hold fast" served as a name is plain and yet impressive. Does this name not mean: to be held in order himself to be able to hold fast?
Like the pulpit canopy, the tabernacle soars higher and higher until it loses itself above. And like the pulpit canopy, it shields what is below with a heavenly helmet, like protection from above. So it connects above and below, heaven and earth, a stone reference to that bread kept within it which binds man to God.
The work is built up like a`clear crystal.
Above the four canopies it becomes first an octagon and then a square again.
Five stories, with three groups of figures, soar upwards. They point downwards; their banderoles tell of the bread locked its box.
At the top (on the left) Tobias, Malachi, Jeremiah, Solomon, Nehemiah and Sirach. Below them Melchisedek and Elijah. Both groups are carved out of wood and painted.
At the bottom the large stone figures: the lawgiver: Moses with horns - the king: David with crown - the priest Aaron with girdle.
What the helmet from above protects - so it is intended, in the Old Testament: the bread of life.
An old netlike lattice encloses the actual container. The great base on which the lattice rests and out of which it seems to grow is surrounded by branch work formed into Gothic arches. The corner pillars appear light against the mass of the base.
Protected from above and resting firmly in earth - the work of art itself signifies its purpose: the hosts, which it usually contained the boldly of Christ in which God and man are united and with which God unites men.
The Reformation in its doctrine of the Lord's Supper rejected transubstantiation as effected in the Catholic church. The reformers stressed faith alone; he, who receives bread and wine as the body and blood Christ experiences forgiveness and acceptance, has fellowship with God and man; a meal memorizing Christ.
The result is the end of the separation of the sacred from the profane. The holy does not remain in the tabernacle; but my house, our city, the whole world, become holy places, because God wishes it, because the power of love takes effect there - in me a;so, because peace from heaven spreads over those who strengthen their lives by the bread. The tabernacle as container of the sacred has become superfluous. For us it is a sign in stone pointing to God's gift and our mission.
From the left and right steps lead to the tabernacle which from their style seem late than the high structure. On the banisters on each side are 4 figures of marked individuality: 2 popes with tiara, 4 bishops with mitre and 2 lower clergy with beret and surplice. Between is late Gothic tracery of symmetrical proportion. The channels of the handrails are decorated with many small figures called drolleries: beggar and one who prays, men and monks, tigers and animals, beasts and citizens, those who stick out their tongues and those with shaggy hair, monkeys and reptiles. They are the product of unrestrained artist's humour: as if to relieve the tension of one who works in such a demanding form of art.
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Taken on October 17, 2007 at 11:54