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These pigs were on sale at the National Gallery of Victoria Gift Shop.
(http://www.photologium.com/in_detail/translucent_piggery.html).
In the Jardin des Plantes, Paris
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Taken in 2011.
This "phantom church" is an image of Emanuel de Witte's Interior of the Oude Kerk, Amsterdam (1660) that was printed on a translucent banner hanging in the atrium of the Peabody Essex Museum in Salem, Massachusetts. It announced (and celebrated) the museum's 2011 exhibit, Golden: Dutch & Flemish Masterworks, in which the actual painting appeared.
The red Hibiscus was found growing next to the white ones, just a few days ago. It sure dresses up the nearby fence.
Happy Fence Friday!
Nikon D5100 , Tamron 70-300 DI LD Macro
Handheld , Manual Focus , Lens Macro Mode , 70mm , 1/200 , F8 , ISO - 400
3 Extension Tube 12+20+36=68mm
Lens Default Magnification : 0.25
Magnification Gained By Extension Tube : 68/70=0.97
New Magnification Ratio :- 1.22 : 1
Single RAW processed.
Faculty af Architecture Sao Paulo University 1962-69
Architect: Joao Battista Vilanova Artigas
The entire building is simply an airy, naturally ventilated shelter, with few lateral facades, topped by what from the outside appears a massive concrete slab. The inside reveals the roof as no more than a light, translucent grid.
forgot what this is called. they are bell shaped and hang from small trees. they are kinda big and I've been waiting for the light breezes to stop so I could get under one without it constantly moving around. I needed the morning light too. I think it came out pretty good. I might try again tomorrow morning to do a little better. we'll see.
In the North of Arnhem, there is an oversized archive depot. Quite large and in an illogical place. The enormous complex was therefore never intended as a storage facility. It was the command centre of the first fighter division of the Luftwaffe that settled here in 1942 at Fliegerhorst Deelen. This division bundled all available information from listening and radar stations, gathered during the night-time air war. The bunker was put into use between June and August 1943. The command centre was given the code name Diogenes with the 'D' from Deelen. The bunker was 62 metres long, 40 metres wide and 23 metres high. 65,000 m3 of concrete was processed in the colossus. Diogenes had all kinds of facilities and the most modern techniques, such as a central map of translucent plastic measuring almost 12 by 14 metres and a climate control system. The large map was in the central space with ascending stands on either side. This was where the female communications personnel, the Luftnachrichtenhelferinnen, also known as Blitzmädels, were stationed. After the airborne landings in September 1944, the German occupiers abandoned the most advanced air command centre in the world and disabled the equipment. The bunker proved to be well prepared for its task and as such remained undamaged.
Brisbane Ranges National Park is located broadly between Bacchus Marsh & Geelong, west of Melbourne. Whilst it may not have the visual stunning features of some places, it is a very quiet place for contemplation (esp mid week).
Translucent leaves - just another element of visual splendor.
Finnish pendolino train on its way to Kuopio in Hiltulanlahti.
Taken with Canon EOS 5D + Zeiss Distagon T* 21mm f/2.8 ZE
Words (James Watkins)
There are words above all others-
that fix themselves like stars-
bright beacons in the darkness-
lights hidden in the heart.
They stand alone like armor
against the tides of life-
in bold array of power-
small armies clothed in might.
As seeds that fall on watered ground-
form fertile flowing fields-
grow gentle guides in patience pruned
with perfect plural yields.
Established on foundations strong-
bold bulwarks built to last-
against the rule of raging time-
eternally recast.
Triumphant- time-transcendent-
translucent, touched and twirled-
the truth unbound and glorious-
runs rampant through the world.
To conquer mountains standing tall
across the pilgrimed path.
And give new birth to visions small-
the unseen to our grasp.
And leaving doubt behind us-
chaff driven by the wind-
each enemy of hope and faith-
unchallenged to an end.
Now standing hard behind us-
there thronged by secret thralls-
authority and mercy meet-
beyond the cloistered walls.
To loose the power petrified,
by fear’s unyielding grip.
Torn from years of solitude-
a single, silent trip.
Bought before on battlegrounds
beyond the mortal veil-
pursued by death- prevailing -
through ancient rights assailed.
Passed from grave to live again-
new formed a narrow path.
Within the reach of every man-
a highway firm and fast.
Brought now to bear the tidings glad-
entrenched in solid ground-
to waking realms of glory-
a kingdom newly found.
Where promises now harvested,
join late and early rain-
appearing at the altar bold-
the circumstances plain.
To stand behind each spoken word-
against each darkened lie-
that proudly boasts against us-
before an open sky.
And crushing all resistance-
birth victories large and small-
in every realm of being-
delivered from the fall.
Extending out beyond ourselves
we yield to greater need-
To find that loss, in giving,
Makes every word-a seed.
JHWatkins 7-04