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St. Paul the Apostle is a very revered saint in the Sicilian town of Palazzolo Acreide, the feast in his honor is celebrated on two occasions (very important periods if referring to peasant civilization), on 29 June (the day I took this photo story this year 2025) date of his martyrdom, and January 25, the date of his conversion to Christianity. The "summer party" of June 29, begins with a particular collection of donut-shaped bread (in Sicilian called "cuddura"), donated by the villagers and collected on a cart, this is the "round of bread", these loaves (called "di San Paolo") have decorations that recall snakes: the reference is always to San Paolo, considered the protector from the poisonous bites of vipers, this is the ancestral legacy of an ancient peasant civilization, the wheat harvest period that coincides with the feast, it makes working in sunburnt fields particularly dangerous; once there were characters to whom supernatural gifts were attributed, they were called "ciarauli", capable of protecting from the venomous bites of the viper (This year, a very nice man of Palazzolo Acreide, who was also present last year, was present at the feast to recall these ancient figures. Instead of little snakes, as was once the custom, he had with him a very calm python, also because it was full). The procession takes the name of "sciuta", with reference to the "exit" from the basilica of San Paolo of two floats, first the float comes out with the relic of the saint, carried on the shoulders by the devotees, immediately after, at 13.00 o'clock the exit of the float takes place with the ancient statue of Saint Paul holding a sword in his hand (the iconography represents him with the sword for two reasons, he was beheaded with a sword stroke, and because he, referring to the word of God, defined it more effective and sharper than a double-bladed sword), at this point they begin among the most spectacular and evocative pyrotechnic games that I have ever seen, we witness a phantasmagoric and kaleidoscopic explosion of colors made with enormous colored confetti and with colored ribbons about two meters long called 'nzareddi, which recall the shape and movement of snakes. During the procession we witness the rite of children who, often completely naked, are taken by their parents by the expert hands of two devotees present on the float, they are thus placed in front of St. Paul to ask for his intercession and protection, sometimes these children are adorned with paper money, in fact, the donation of money is part of the rites that accompany the procession. Among these rites is the vow of the "bare shoulder" made by devout bearers, and that of women who walk barefoot by vow. The procession with the two floats then arrives, as a sign of devotion, in the church of the Annunziata.
San Paolo Apostolo è un santo molto venerato nel paese siciliano di Palazzolo Acreide, la festa in suo onore viene celebrata in due occasioni (periodi molto importanti se riferiti alla civiltà contadina), il 29 giugno (giorno in cui ho realizzato quest’anno 2025 questo foto-racconto) data del suo martirio, ed il 25 gennaio, data della sua conversione al cristianesimo. La “festa estiva” del 29 giugno, inizia con una particolare raccolta di pane a forma di ciambella (in siciliano detta “cuddura”), donato dai paesani e raccolto su di un carretto, questo è il “giro del pane”, questi pani (detti “di San Paolo”) presentano delle decorazioni che richiamano i serpenti: il riferimento è sempre a San Paolo, ritenuto il protettore dai morsi velenosi delle vipere, questo è il retaggio ancestrale di un’antica civiltà contadina, il periodo della mietitura che coincide con la festa, rende particolarmente pericoloso il lavoro nei campi arsi dal sole; una volta esistevano dei personaggi a cui si attribuivano doti sovrannaturali, erano chiamati “ciarauli”, capaci di proteggere dai morsi velenosi della vipera (quest’anno era presente nella festa, a rievocare queste antiche figure, un simpaticissimo Palazzolese, presente anche l'anno scorso, che al posto delle bisce, come si usava una volta, aveva con se un docilissimo pitone, anche perchè satollo). La processione prende il nome di “sciuta”, con riferimento alla “uscita” dalla basilica di San Paolo di due vare, dapprima esce la vara con la reliquia del santo, portata in spalla dai devoti, subito dopo, alle 13,00 in punto avviene l’uscita della vara con l’antica statua di San Paolo che stringe una spada in pugno (l’iconografia lo rappresenta con la spada per due motivi, egli fu decapitato con un colpo di spada, e perché egli, riferendosi alla parola di Dio, la definiva più efficace e più tagliente di una spada a doppia lama), a questo punto iniziano tra i più spettacolari e suggestivi giochi pirotecnici che io che io abbia mai visto, si assiste ad una fantasmagorica e caleidoscopica esplosione di colori realizzati con enormi coriandoli colorati e con dei nastri colorati lunghi circa due metri chiamati ‘nzareddi, che richiamano la forma ed il movimento dei serpenti. Durante la processione si assiste al rito dei bambini che, molto spesso completamente nudi, vengono presi dai genitori dalle esperte mani di due devoti presenti sulla vara, vengono così messi al cospetto di San Paolo a chiederne la sua intercessione e protezione, a volte questi bimbi sono adornati con della carta moneta, infatti la donazione di denaro fa parte dei riti che accompagnano la processione. Tra questi riti c’è il voto della “spalla nuda” fatto dai devoti portatori, e quello delle donne che per voto camminano scalze. La processione con le due vare giunge poi, in segno di devozione, nella chiesa dell’Annunziata.
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And my third and final outfit in this fun little shoot. This was another skirt I shortened, that very same morning along with the grey pleated school skirt.
It was a satin midi skirt, but I never wore it because I have a number of faux leather skirts in the same style that I much prefer.
So, I thought a nice little skater skirt could be made out of it instead. It's guaranteed to get more wears that way ;-)
As with the grey skirt, I went for a length just under 14". I could have gone shorter, but I think this is a more appropriate length for wearing out when the pubs open again.
Wast Water is a lake located in Wasdale, a valley in the western part of the Lake District National Park, England. The lake is almost three miles (five kilometres) long and more than one-third mile (500 m) wide. It is a glacial lake, formed in a glacially "over-deepened" valley. It is the deepest lake in England at 258 feet (79 m). The surface of the lake is about 200 feet (60 m) above sea level, while its bottom is over 50 feet (15 m) below sea level. It is considered relatively oligotrophic. It is owned by the National Trust.
"The Cannonball was a small, speedy, and utilitarian locomotive used predominantly by the Draconinan Kingdom as a courier / messenger transport. Where it got its nickname of "cannonball", however, was from its additional use as a "kamikaze" craft that would explode upon impacting enemy railships (this is also why the pilot was seated to the side, to more easily eject just prior to the imminent collision)"
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For LEGO Steampunk's "ROCK and ROLL" contest.
Though not easily visible, it does have working pistons (... and for those with keen eyes, you will also notice the use of a certain "spring-loaded" part just waiting to be triggered upon impacting the smoke-stack...)
I photographed John for the third time today (hence the very original title). I had stopped to show him the last picture I took of him, but he interrupted me to ask me if I would take a picture of his brother too. I said I would be happy to. "Yeah, he's got a good face. He's got a beard." That said, I told John that I absolutely HAVE to get a picture of John and his brother together. More to come, I hope.
The old USA Today Building (hey, so I like the old USA Today Building) on a sunny morning. Arlington (Rosslyn) Virginia
Airbus A330-243MRTT, MRTT056, msn 1919, ex F-WWCS, tempo spanish reg EC-331, marked M3 returning to Getafe factory (LEGT) from the first flight test after conversion to MRTT. She will become T-056, the third (Dutch) Multinational MRTT Fleet.
" NEW RELEASE " " Third Tattoo Unisex " Coming for classic avatar and with applier for: Legacy - Omega - LeL - EvoX - BoM - EXCLUSIVE FOR " The Darkness Monthly Event June Round 2022
For more than a month, we thought that the second attempt to get rid of Billy's abscess had been successful. Yesterday morning, however, he came in after a night out in the garden, and his cheek was swollen again. We took him to our vet straightaway and she decided on this treatment, removing more of the affected skin and underlying tissue. We really hope that this will offer a long-term solution, because we don't want to see him like this again, with his crater face. Billy is more concerned about finding a door which will give him back his freedom again. The hole in his cheek doesn't seem to bother him that much.
Leica MP
Leica Elmarit 28mm f/2.8 III
Ilford Delta 400
Ars Imago FD 1+39
7 min 30 sec 20°C
Scan from negative film
Ever since I watched Jaws 3D as a kid I've had a special love for 3D. Especially the clunkier earlier format with the image split into red and blue versions with the throwaway cardboard glasses with matching coloured eye filters. Apparently this works by means of encoding each eye's image using the filters of chromatically opposite colors. When viewed through the 3D glasses, each of the two images reaches the eye it's intended for, revealing an integrated stereoscopic image. The visual cortex of the brain then fuses this into the perception of a 3D scene. Aren't our brains clever? I've even got a 3D tattoo. So there.
This canvas isn't in the best of shape so I'm thinking she'll make it to the streets some time soon. She can lead a new life with someone else...
Cheers
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Secret Cinema Presents: The Third Man
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Wallerawang Power Station,
New South Wales, Australia.
I organised a weekend away in the NSW Central West with my friends Bez (Bezzzman) and Ken (Tree on the Mountain)
The plan was to spend the weekend on a 100 acre property in the Capertee Valley - one of the largest canyons in the world.
We were basing ourselves there to explore the ruined town of Glen Davis, an important and historical former mining town in the valley.
I’d scouted some potential photography locations, and one that I was very interested in visiting on our way out the property, was Wallerawang Power Station.
I thought that it would be a great location for some long exposure night photography.
So we decided to stop there on the friday night drive enroute to our destination.
We turned off the main highway for a good vantage point for photographing the power station.
The scene was quite surreal with the power station lit up like a Xmas tree and smoke billowing out of the towers.
We pulled our gear out of the car and began setting up our tripods to do some photography.
I reckon we’d been there no more than about 15-20mins when a police car with its lights flashing approached us.
The cops pulled up behind my Subaru and two officers got out of their car.
We crossed the road and approached the police officers to see what they wanted.
They asked us what we were doing there and we explained our reasons for being in the area.
The officers treated us with suspicion, and asked me to open the back of my 4WD.
They shone their torches into the back of the car and began rummaging around our bags.
Then they requested some ID from us, and we reluctantly supplied our drivers licences.
They took our ID’s and went back to their vehicle to check them out.
After a few minutes they returned, after checking our credentials and obviously not finding any problems.
They still seemed keen for us to leave, but we claimed that we were not breaking any laws or trespassing on private property.
So we stayed to continue our photoshoot.
After about another 15mins, another vehicle with flashing lights drove slowly towards us.
This time it was security from the power station.
Again we were given a bit of a third degree about why we there!
The security officer wanted to see some ID, but by now the novelty of the situation had worn off.
We rather bluntly told the security officer to speak to the police as we’d already supplied our info to them.
We repeated that we were not breaking any laws!
Also, we hadn’t been exactly sneaking around in the dark with balaclavas on like terrorists and we were on a road that led to a nearby town.
The security officer persisted with an interrogation about our motives.
Turns out the security officer was mainly concerned that we were environmental guerrillas from an organisation like Greenpeace.
He thought we might’ve been there to do some kind of exposè on global warming and greenhouse emissions.
Eventually, he got the message that we were just a bunch of strange photographers that didn’t pose a threat to national security.
Eventually, we left the power station and headed back onto the main highway that leads northwest.
We decided after all the excitement that a beer or two was in order.
There was a pub at the small township of Capertee just before we had to turn off to head to the Capertee Valley.
Capertee is your typical Aussie small country town with a general store, a petrol station, and of course the obligatory pub.
I rolled slowly into the carpark of the pub.
Before we knew it out of the pub stumbled a couple of rather drunk patrons towards us.
This woman was pretty fired up & reckoned that she’d heard a bang & accused me of crashing into her car.
We just looked at each other, and thought how weird can this night get!?
I settled her down and when she saw that her car was still in one piece, we all headed inside.
Normal transmission was soon resumed and we found ourselves sitting at a table with the publican having a chat & some Coopers pale ales.
After a few beers it was time to head to our home away from home.
I fired up my Subaru Forester and we were soon threading our way through the winding road that heads towards the Capertee Valley.
I may have been driving a bit too quick for my compadres as they both seemed a bit on edge.
My main concern was that I didn’t encounter any wildlife on the road like wombats or roos.
Anyhow, we somehow managed to overshoot the runway & missed the turnoff for the farm.
We doubled back to search for Hilda (the witch) that marked the entrance to the property.
This time we found her guarding the front gate riding her broomstick.
We drove in through the gate and followed the dirt road for a kilometre or so.
The property had some bungalows, and a caravan on it for us to use.
We unpacked and settled back with some more beers and some music to unwind.
It had been a pretty crazy & surreal journey and we had a laugh about the evening’s events!!