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The quintessential medieval moated castle, Burg Vischering is Westphalia’s oldest (1271), and the kind that conjures romantic images of knights and damsels. Surrounded by a system of ramparts and ditches, the complex consists of an outer castle and the main castle, now a museum.
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Proverbs 31:10-12 King James Version (KJV)
10 Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.
11 The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil.
12 She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life.
“Vischering was originally built at the orders of the Bishop of Munster, due to a personal feud, in 1271. A fire caused severe damage in 1521, and the castle had to be rebuilt. However, the original sandstone foundation was used. The difference in the original stone and that of the subsequent building is clearly visible. Amazingly, that original foundation now approaches it’s 750th anniversary.
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Vischering Castle (German: Burg Vischering) in Lüdinghausen, North Rhine-Westphalia is the most typical moated castle in the Münster region of Germany. This region has one of the highest German concentrations of castles, palaces and fortifications, Lüdinghausen having three by itself. The castle consists of outer defensive courtyard, defensive gateways, moat, drawbridge, main building and chapel. The sandstone walls, the red tile roofs as well as their reflection in the moat provide many harmonious views from the wooded surroundings.
“She was cold by nature, self-love predominating over passion; rather than being virtuous, she preferred to have her pleasures all to herself.”
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Burg Vischering is a moated castle on the northern edge of the North Rhine-Westphalian town of Lüdinghausen, Germany. Despite an almost complete rebuilding in the 16th century (a fire destroyed most of the castle in 1521), the castle has largely retained its fortified character. Among the numerous castles and palaces in Muensterland, it is one of the oldest and best-preserved fortifications in the region.
The tower was also used as a watchtower in the past, and the uppermost of its storeys is occupied by a guardroom with a window on each of the eight sides. The slate-covered roof of the tower is crowned by a wooden crown with metal cover and a weather vane.
Today, the castle complex serves as a cultural centre for the district of Coesfeld. Concerts and lectures, for example, take place in the Rittersaal, while the rooms on the upper floor are used for temporary exhibitions of art and cultural history.
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Ataraxia (Ἀταραξία "tranquility") is a Greek term used by Pyrrho and Epicurus for a lucid state, characterized by freedom from worry or any other preoccupation.
For the Epicureans, ataraxia was synonymous with the only true happiness possible for a person. It signifies the state of robust tranquility that derives from eschewing faith in an afterlife, not fearing the gods because they are distant and unconcerned with us, avoiding politics and vexatious people, surrounding oneself with trustworthy and affectionate friends and, most importantly, being an affectionate, virtuous person, worthy of trust.
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a) Sony ILCE-7RM3 + Sony G-master Fe 24/70mm F.2,8 GM alla Focale 70mm;
b) Tempo 1/45s apertura a f.4,0 (a mano libera) + 2/3 di diaframma;
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d) Lettura Esposimetrica impostata “Spot” con esposimetro della macchina (Effettuate cinque letture a Luce Incidente sui due lati estremi opposti della scena, una quasi centrale in corrispondenza del viso (fra il mento e il violino) le altre due “sulle zone chiare e scure”), il risultato è stato confrontato con una lettura esterna con l’esposimetro Gossen Lunalite a Luce Riflessa. I parametri ottenuti dal confronto delle due misurazioni sono stati sommati e il ricavato t/d è stato modificato di n-1,5;
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f) Prima Post-Produzione effettuata con Corel Photo-Paint X7 64Bit e Adobe Photoshop CS6;
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Ascoltare guardando l'immagine e leggendo i versi della poesia.
Listen by looking at the image and reading the lines of the poem.
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Abel Korzeniowski - Dance For Me Wallis
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Note di violino
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…sento da lontano,
nel sordo silenzio di
una fresca e buia notte
un suono dolce e soave,
a volte triste e malinconico
ma mai banale. D'un tratto....
...scendono da lassù… a volteggiare
mille stelle splendenti e…
fra le folte chiome degli alberi
iniziano a danzare per poi
nelle cristalline e fresche acque di
una candida fontana andarsi a posare.
Chiudo gli occhi dolcemente
un lungo e profondo respiro
alzo le braccia al cielo ed
inizio a volare su in alto nel cielo scuro
dove i ricordi ti portano indietro, lontano,
….negli infiniti spazi della mente.
Come spiriti danzanti volteggiano tutt’intorno
coi loro bianchi veli che al dolce suon di un violino
in un soffice abbraccio ti coinvolgono
ti trascinano indietro in quella vita passata
in quei preziosi momenti quando
in compagnìa di un "Fiore"....d’amor parlavi.
Note romantiche, virtuose, scuotono
il tuo cuore innamorato, è quel violino
incantato, invisibile ai tuoi occhi ma che
risuona con prepotenza nella tua mente
si mescola col profumo dolce ed inebriante
dell’aria di primavera.
Ma,….alle primi luci dell’alba
in una città quasi ancora addormentata
le sue note lentamente si diradano, si perdono
e i dolci profumi con i ricordi di quella vita
tristemente si confondono con il nulla.
Si allontana, oramai, quella vita passata,
inesorabilmente....per sempre l’ho perduta.
………………………………..Luigi Mirto
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Notes of violin
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... I hear from afar,
in the dull silence of
a cool, dark night
a sweet and gentle sound,
sometimes sad and melancholy
but never banal. Suddenly....
... they come down from there ... to whirl
a thousand shining stars and ...
among the thick foliage of the trees
they begin to dance and then
in the crystalline and fresh waters of
a white fountain to settle.
I close my eyes softly
a long, deep breath
I raise my arms to the sky and
I start flying up high in the dark sky
where memories take you back, far away,
…. In the infinite spaces of the mind.
Like dancing spirits they whirl around
with their white veils than to the sweet sound of a violin
in a soft embrace they involve you
they drag you back into that past life
in those precious moments when
in the company of a "Flower" .... you were talking about love.
Romantic, virtuous notes shake
your heart in love, is that violin
enchanted, invisible to your eyes but what
resonates with arrogance in your mind
it mixes with the sweet and intoxicating perfume
of the spring air.
But, .... at the first light of dawn
in a city still almost asleep
its notes slowly thin out, are lost
and the sweet scents with the memories of that life
sadly they are confused with nothing.
Now that past life goes away,
inexorably .... I have lost it forever.
………………………………..Luigi Mirto
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Abel Korzeniowski - Abdication - Dance for Me Wallis
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Questa immagine è tratta da un reportage in continua evoluzione che sto effettuando nella ricerca di particolari volti che esprimano particolari sensazioni, scene di particolare enfasi ambientale, espressioni e sentimenti profondi trasmessi attraverso semplici sguardi, di particolari posture del corpo o anche dai semplici abiti e decorazioni fisiche.
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This image is from a report in continuous evolution that I am making in the search for specific faces expressing particular feelings, scenes of environmental emphasis, expressions and deep feelings conveyed through simple look, a particular posture of the body or even from simple clothes and decorations individuals.
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These images will be collected in a "Artistic Photography Technical Manual" which will describe the special filming techniques, materials, photographic equipment, sites and scenic environmental conditions.
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Before Love breaks through and before she transports us out of ourselves and so touches us with herself that we become one spirit and one being with her and in her, we must first offer her fine service and suffering: fine service in all the works of virtue, and suffering in total obedience to her. Thus we must stand with renewed vigor and with hands which are ever ready for virtuous work, and with a will that is ready for all those virtues in which Love is honored, with no other goal than that Love should take her rightful place among us and in all creatures, according to our debt to her. This is to hang on the cross with Christ, to die with him, and to rise again with him. May he always help us to this end.
-HADEWIJCH OF BRABANT
(MID-THIRTEENTH CENTURY)
Well now I’ve started on a short hike through the archives and turned left at the Iceland folders, I’m going to keep on going a little bit further. Next stop Haifoss and a slightly longer hike to the bottom of the canyon. Until a couple of weeks before Lee and I returned to Iceland we didn’t know it was possible to get down here without a set of climbing ropes, crampons and hard hats. Hadn’t even considered the possibility of it in fact. We weren't even trying to find out whether we could - we were quite content at the prospect of taking photos from the top of the ridge on the opposite side of this huge waterfall. But then, and with remarkably fortuitous timing, one of our YouTube regulars took a workshop group down to the base and photographed it from the river. Suddenly an hour or two at most morphed into a half day or more of potential, and any last thoughts of trying to shoehorn a diversion to Gulfoss into the itinerary were abandoned. Gulfoss would be inundated with visitors anyway, and we’d rather avoid the Selfiegrammers. Haifoss was for the hardcore only, with the road marked as off limits to anything other than four wheel drive vehicles - not that this stopped a few intrepid souls from bouncing and bumping along the last section of rutted road in their Fiat Pandas. Good luck with the insurance excess Girls and Boys!
The hike itself wasn’t too difficult at all - at least the downhill half of it wasn’t. Easy to follow, yet most of the small number of people who’d come this far stayed at the top and peered down into the abyss while we trooped virtuously into the bowels of the landscape. And fortune favours the self righteous when it brings you to a view like this. Ok, there may be one or two rocks in the river that we would happily see being removed, but nobody from the Icelandic Landscape Photographers’ Guild has seen fit to try and drive a JCB down here just yet, so we’ll just have to live with them I suppose. Mother Nature is usually pretty consistent, but I don’t suppose she can be perfect all the time. Maybe I should have worked on the other shot from down here that never saw the light of day instead. Yes, I might have to put some words together for that one too. In fact I’ve just reworked both of them so it’s bound to happen eventually.
This picture of Haifoss isn’t one of the more than twenty pre-prepared and as yet unposted stories from our Iceland adventures, all of which were written and ready more than two years ago. I was mired down in a book project in the hopes that my children might find it gathering dust on a shelf one day in the future after I’m gone. Nobody else is ever going to look at them very much, and they certainly don’t show the slightest interest at present. They keep on complaining about the joys and woes of bringing up a child as if I’ve somehow forgotten what it was like. I mean they only have one benign little toddler each, and I’ve reminded them enough times before that when they were the ages that little Sennen and Alfie are now, I was dealing with both of them, separated by two and a half years and more often than not one of us parents pleading for a ceasefire. And anyone who’s had more than one child knows that when the second baby comes along it’s more like nine more of them just got added to the family rather than one. Boom! There goes the silence…..
Apologies - I’ve digressed, and you can probably already tell that this particular yarn failed to make the coffee table volume which resides beside me on the office desk where nobody else ever sits. Lee bought a copy - I suspect he’s the only other person who’s ever looked at it. He’d see this image in the introductory page alongside a passage of blurb that explains why I like Iceland so much, but no story. And I think it deserves a story. That’s why we’re here now, at the bottom of the one hundred and twenty-eight metre single drop monster, covered in spray and gazing at rainbows. It always impresses me that these huge waterfalls can produce their own microclimates, complete with fairytale rainbows hanging across the scene. A dramatic world in miniature that few will ever find because of the effort required to get here at all. Playing with a curious mixture of focus stacking and time blending because I wanted that rush of texture in the foreground flow, but I’m greedy and I was also after the hanging sheets in the waterfall set against the stubborn brown walls of the canyon.
And yes, I did hike down here in my wellies. All the better to get into the water with, unless I wanted to attempt to cryogenically preserve my feet for the next twenty-thousand years. It seems I’m content to do that with quite a lot of these pictures, so why not add feet to the archive? Perhaps not. And do you know what? I just had a look at the folders where I keep the raw files, and thirty-five groups of images haven’t even been touched at all. Thirty-five! Even I’m shocked by that. Ok, some of them are probably never going to make it into the editing suite, but that’s a lot of images from the biggest landscape photography trip we’ve ever made, just lying around completely ignored for more than three years. I’d forgotten many of them. About time I started re-acquainting myself I think.
Flower salad en virtue
what are thy names
for thy stable heart wavers much
in the rose of things
___ virtuous needs a dressing bar
the gambit be nimble spin
in the weller seed
Thy fragrance is like a leaf
dearer to the ground in sound
than in part
__ what mazes me
dressel craft
my known stored certain
actualize the minimizer
oh on
__ thy own sweet hand
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As the beloved companion of Indra, the god Erawan is considered to be the lord of all elephants in the universe. He is, moreover, taken to be a symbol of Indre himself, of virtuous action, and of prosperity. For artistic reasons, he is usually portrayed with only three heads, rather than 33 heads in the myth.
... or it will be in vain to seek for purity of life.
He who attempts to build up a noble,
virtuous character independent of the grace of Christ is building his house upon the shifting sand.
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Vietnamese version of Wikipedia writes that the architecture has influences from three cultures, namely, Chinese, Hmong and French. To my eyes, the entrance looks very Chinese.
The slogans on both sides of the entrance write:
家積善賢人出入
The house (where) the virtuous and wise people come in and out
門風流貴客往来
The gate (where) the sophisticated and respected guest ply.
The translation is only my guess as I have never learned Chinese. And I feel the slogans would be grammatically influenced by the Vietnamese or Hmong language.
Ataraxia (Ἀταραξία "tranquility") is a Greek term used by Pyrrho and Epicurus for a lucid state, characterized by freedom from worry or any other preoccupation.
For the Epicureans, ataraxia was synonymous with the only true happiness possible for a person. It signifies the state of robust tranquility that derives from eschewing faith in an afterlife, not fearing the gods because they are distant and unconcerned with us, avoiding politics and vexatious people, surrounding oneself with trustworthy and affectionate friends and, most importantly, being an affectionate, virtuous person, worthy of trust.
For the Pyrrhonians, owing to one's inability to say which sense impressions are true and which ones are false, it is the quietude that arises from suspending judgment on dogmatic beliefs or anything non-evident and continuing to inquire. The experience was said to have fallen on the painter Apelles who was trying to paint the foamy saliva of a horse. He was so unsuccessful that, in a rage, he gave up and threw the sponge he was cleaning his brushes with at the medium, thus producing the effect of the horse's foam.
The Stoics, too, sought mental tranquility, and saw ataraxia as something to be desired and often made use of the term, but for them the analogous state, attained by the Stoic sage, was apatheia or absence of passion
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According to ancient history,Lucretia was a virtuous patrician who got raped by Sextus Tarquinius,son of the last king of Rome.She stabbed herself after suffering this indignity and her death ushered in the abolition of the monarchy and the establishment of the republic.The episode's relevance to monarchical France is unclear but the reclining format a bravura re-enactment the expiring heroine's acceptance of the daggers thrust,she kicks one leg free as an involuntary response.Bertrand showed the marble at the Salon of 1704.
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" My name is "ΥΠΑΡΧΩ = I EXIST ... ", said the little Boat in the Messenian Gulf.
Look at Her! Isn't She Charming?
Loved her name and her White-Blue Apparel of Summer.
Yes, ΥΠΑΡΧΩ = I EXIST,for those who have sent Flickr e-mails wondering where I have been.Exciting travel adventures and the prolonged Greek summers always keep me away from Flickr.
Well,I exist ... ,you exist,we all exist and enjoy our temporal infinity as we evolve and devolve our experiences.Our life is a virtuous circle,a loop of actions and events,which allow the loop to be repeated with self-reinforcing practices and processes.
Eternal Return
If Space and Time are Infinite,then Logic follows that our Existence must Recur an Infinite number of Times ...
Yes,I am still alive & thankful to you all for your concern.
"Be silent or let thy words be worth more than silence." Pythagoras
" Όλοι ελεύθεροι σαν τα πουλιά ... "
From the Land of Grace ...
Dürnstein was first mentioned in 1192 when, in the castle above the town, King Richard I of England was held captive by Leopold V, Duke of Austria after their dispute during the Third Crusade. Richard the Lionheart had offended Leopold the Virtuous by casting down his standard from the walls at the Battle of Acre, and the duke suspected that King Richard ordered the murder of his cousin Conrad of Montferrat in Jerusalem.
If we thought we were going to be alone up here, we very quickly realised we were wrong. Huddled at the summit beside the trig point sat a trio of sunrise seekers, huddled in colourful matching blankets and looking a little like the Andean pipers from The Fast Show all those years ago. It seemed as if they might be frozen solid and I wondered how long they’d been sitting here. It was ten to five, and sunrise was just about fifteen minutes away. If they’d come up here to watch a soft yellow orb dissolve the clouds away in the first hours of daylight, they were going to be disappointed. Maybe we should have checked to see whether they were still alive, as our arrival didn’t seem to have registered with them at all, sitting there as still as the grave. We weren’t exactly overjoyed either if I’m honest. No fog or cloud inversions to speak of, despite the forecast, and no gaps in the sky for the sun to filter through and warm the highlights or throw contrast over the land. Still, we were here and black and white had been the odds on favourite in any case. No heather, no autumn golds, just green and more green in front of the grey sky. Not for the first time we discussed whether we should have come here much later in the year.
For the second time in three mornings, we had crawled out of bed before dawn and trundled through the empty streets of Buxton towards the edge of the fells. This was our second outing to Mam Tor - we came here less than an hour after checking in at our rented cottage on Friday night for the first adventure among the Peaks. So at least we knew where we were going as we arrived at the National Trust car park, a few vehicles already dotting the spaces around us. A brief spell of oxygen deficit disorder later and we were up on top, gazing doubtfully at the scene. To be honest, we could just as easily have come here five hours later and come away with pretty much the same shots as the ones we were about to take. It was Monday, the start of the working week for normal people, and while it would no doubt be ticking over later on, it wouldn’t be anywhere near as overwhelming as the Three Shires Head trip the previous evening.
We headed down the opposite slope across a long gently shelving ridge, gradually making our way to the famous gate that’s been photographed so many times before. I already had a pretty good idea of what I was going to try and began to set up just after we’d passed through it, not bothering with the option to include it in my own composition. Meanwhile, as he so often does, Lee ignored the big money shot and headed on along the path, crossing the ridge and disappearing rapidly over the next summit in the direction of Back Tor and its lone tree. He’s like a little gazelle when he’s on a mission. A few minutes later Dave followed, and I saw neither of them for the next hour or two.
Just a few passers by came and went. A young South African lady with a small dog stopped for a brief chat, and a couple of hikers nodded silently as they walked into my frame. Well I could hardly tell them to wait while I decided the moment was right, could I? For the most part, I stood here alone, with no real change in the conditions to stir the shutter. After a while I walked to the next summit to see if the others were still in view, and then I returned to my spot. Now and then I swapped cameras to bring in the long lens and draw the triumvirate of midground hilltops closer, but that was about as racy as it got. Those familiar leading lines from the famous viewpoint weren't going to deliver a classic image this morning, but once you’ve actually managed to get out of bed early (which isn’t very often at all in my case), you begin to enjoy the fact that there’s hardly anyone else around yet. Down in the valley on the Old Mam Tor Road that leads out of Castleton, I could see a string of motorhomes full of slumbering occupants; perhaps minus the three hardy blanket wearers, who for all I knew had turned into ice statues far up on the summit of Mam Tor behind me.
Not long after seven, my companions reappeared on top of the ridge in the distance, and after a few final shots we headed back down to the car park. My step counter was already past nine thousand for the day. We drove back toward Buxton, joining the morning commuter traffic, passing through the village of Dove Holes where kids waited for the bus in their school uniforms. For us it was time to go and lie low for a few hours - to get some sleep before a much more strenuous outing later in the day.
The celebrated sunrise spot hadn’t surrendered all that it might have done, but if you don’t go, you’ll get precisely nothing at all. And when the occasion calls for it, a good old fashioned black and white conversion can often cover up one's incompetence with colours. Especially at five in the morning when you’re still rubbing the sleep from your eyes and fantasising wildly about coffee. And as you roll back into bed after a bowl of porridge, you can’t help feeling virtuous - all the more so when you’ve stood on top of a fell before sunrise. I really should try to do this more often. I might get to like it in time.
From the same morning - Peak Preparation Pains:
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Ataraxia (Ἀταραξία "tranquility") is a Greek term used by Pyrrho and Epicurus for a lucid state, characterized by freedom from worry or any other preoccupation.
For the Epicureans, ataraxia was synonymous with the only true happiness possible for a person.
It signifies the state of robust tranquility that derives from eschewing faith in an afterlife, not fearing the gods because they are distant and unconcerned with us, avoiding politics and vexatious people, surrounding oneself with trustworthy and affectionate friends and, most importantly, being an affectionate, virtuous person, worthy of trust.
The focus stick, a vital cog in the machinery of life. OK, so maybe I'm talking crap but what about Aristotle...
“There are some jobs in which it is impossible for a man to be virtuous”
I know it's not at all relevant, but it sounded intelligent.....
This is the broom handle I use to help with the focus though....yes, it's bedtime
Vishnu and Garuda.
The tale of Garuda and Vishnu is a well-known story from Hindu mythology. It involves two important characters: Garuda, a divine bird, and Lord Vishnu, one of the principal deities in Hinduism. This tale showcases the bond between devotion, duty, and the concept of dharma (righteousness).
Garuda's unwavering dedication to his mother and his determination to fulfill his duty to save her from slavery showcase his virtuous character. During his quest, Garuda encountered Lord Vishnu. Impressed by Garuda's devotion and determination, Vishnu granted him a boon. Garuda was asked to be the mount of Vishnu, carrying him on his back. Vishnu also blessed Garuda with immense strength and immortality.
In Vaishnavism, a major Hindu tradition that worships Vishnu as the supreme divine being, followers believe that Garuda possesses "infinite physical power" and can bear the weight of the entire universe on a single feather. Garuda is said to be able to manipulate fire and to cause heaven, earth, and hell to stop spinning by flapping his massive wings.