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When the Jungfernstieg subway station was built in 1932, construction workers came across several old driven piles that belonged to the Alstermühlendamm weir built in 1250, the forerunner of the later Jungfernstieg. Professor Richard Luksch, who at the time taught at the Hamburg School of Arts and Crafts (now the HFBK), designed one of the piles as a gift to the Hanseatic city to become the Jungfernsäule. Seven maidens, as symbols of the seven centuries that the pile had already endured at that time, decorate the column all around at different heights. The design of each young woman is based on a particular century, sometimes in medieval garb, sometimes modern.
This is the color version of one of the images from my black and white series 'Into The Cypress Swamps' that won me the overall title in the Travel Photographer of the Year competition a few months ago.
This one also has a more panoramic look, which was not possible for the bw version as that one was part of a series. It’s my favorite shot of the series, clearly because I’m in it. And the light isn’t too bad either.
The image was shot with a remote control - the camera was on a tripod that I carefully positioned in the water.
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Marsel
©2016 Marsel van Oosten, All Rights Reserved. This image is not available for use on websites, blogs or other media without the explicit written permission of the photographer.
I bet you thought I was going to finish with “start to fall…”. I do love that song especially covered by Eva Cassidy. But I did actually mean leaves as in left but is leaving now… And when Autumn leaves – I get sad. Autumn is like a soothing balm to my spirit, a time when my already sensitive soul is even more sensitive, more contemplative and more raw. Autumn is the beginning of a goodbye. Winter IS the goodbye. And just like life, when you know your about to lose someone or if you are one of those people who strive to live as if every day were their last, you make some beautiful memories. It’s as if a loved one were told that they had cancer and that the time you had with them was suddenly shortened into months. Every moment you spend with that person will be in the moment. At present. The emotions will feel stronger, fuller and more substantial because you are reminded that these moments though precious are fleeting.
I lost someone precious, someone so dear to my heart that the absence of this person is a crushing weight on my soul, every day a reminder of the loneliness I grieve in her void. I lost my sister. And I lost her in the Winter.
Every time Autumn comes around I am stunned by the rich colors, vibrant and passionate palettes of gold hues, fiery oranges, provocative reds. I don’t just notice it, I live in it, I revel in it’s beauty. I embrace the color with my whole soul. When I drive pass a lineup of red maples dancing in dappled light along the street, something stirs in my spirit. A deep, deep connection. I am touched. I am moved. A yearning, a smile, even tears take place. And it’s inevitable, I think of Rebekah.
I can’t help it. I associate my beautiful sister to Autumn. She was diagnosed with cancer in the fall and began treatments for it in the late fall. Just like the leaves changing and the chemical process that takes place, my sister would lose part of herself in the rigorous rounds of chemo and radiation. Behind the beautiful colors of the changing leaves a process is happening: the chlorophyll is breaking down. The amazing chemical that drinks in the sunlight all year to give the leaves that green color of life shuts down. But in the death of the chemical and the energy it gave, something incredible happens. The leaves turn even more glorious than before. In their last days of life they are the most beautiful they will ever be.
In Rebekah’s hardest days she was most beautiful. She showed passion, vibrancy, a determined will to live life fully. She was strong. She was brave, so very much braver than I will ever be. She was young. She was diagnosed with cancer at 17, the year before she would embark on the adventure of adulthood.
The Autumn of 2010 ended like every other Autumn does every year, the cold set, the chill arrived. And so did bad news. The leukemia that was attacking my sister’s blood was back and it was too aggressive to be stopped. Every trial, transplant and round of chemo that could be done had been done. The Autumn ended with news that my sister had a few weeks to live. Autumn passed and my sister followed gracefully on December 29th, 2010.
Her whole life was glorious, but it was the ending that showed every element of color in her life, every aspect of her character, her faith and her love. For those she loved, she loved deeply.
The cold is fast approaching, the color is gone when I look out my window… I hear the beautiful song in my mind but I feel Rebekah everywhere.
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if you made it this far thank you for taking the time to
read my thoughts. This is from my blog a year or so ago. I had Rebekah on my mind tonight and when I walked this very path a few weeks ago. It seemed so very appropriate as I watched the last few leaves on the bare branches surrounding my house, flutter to the ground. I always feel a sense of sadness watching the end of Autumn and this explains why... Thank you for listening to my ramblings as always xx
Rachel
When the time comes, and i hope to be standing there, trying to capture it,, sometimes, we get the shot,, if, not,, do we need that reason to comeback
Une silhouette anonyme contemple une croix colorée … entre ombre et lumière, le regard devient miroir de nos goûts.
Car face à l’art, chacun y voit ce qu’il veut, ce qu’il peut, ou ce qu’il ressent 🤔
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An anonymous silhouette gazes at a colorful cross … between shadow and light, the viewer becomes a mirror of taste.
In art, everyone sees what they wish, what they can, or what they feel 🤔
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When my friend arrived on the summit of Cheam Mountain this summer, she pointed in this direction and said how much she liked it. I got all animated and told her and everyone else (3 people) that "wow! really?! that's my favourite part of this 360 view too. I took that exact photo 10 minutes ago! blah, blah..." She told me to be quiet. Maybe she's right, I'm a dork sometimes.
Due to a temporary working conflict, we must have a more professional friendship. Outings like this will have to wait.
So, until then. I hope she enjoys the view. :)
Made {explore} - Highest position: 146 on Thursday, October 28, 2010
The wind was lifting up the clouds of steam from the valley that the storm earlier had caused, while the last rays of the setting sun colored the hat of the nearby peak. At the same time the junipers, located on the lake shores, were waiting still submerged for spring to free them up from the dead grip of the thick and heavy snow.
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p.s. The remaining of the ice submerged into the lake and the junipers trapped under the water were solid enough to withstand normal human weight without yielding. The cracking sounds of slow melting ice and the bubbles popping-up on the surface from time to time reminded me not to force my luck too much and go any further.
A male adonis blue butterfly on a field scabious in a sheltered hollow on the edge of Minchinhampton Common in Gloucestershire. This was taken yesterday morning on a glorious late summers day when I met up with flickr member Rod Holbrook in the Stroud valleys.
Taken nr Bingley, WYorks, UK. Moc and I saw no picnicking bears, but as you see, it was better than nice there :-)
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Sincere thanks to all who view, comment upon or make a favourite of my shots, for each is a help and pleasure in equal measure. Phil :-)
.... on your birthday......
You can always make a special coffee....with real whipping cream!!
In special mugs we got for Christmas...with eagles on them.
MMMMM>>>>>>>>
However, yesterday I decided I was darn well baking some cake in my little B & D toaster oven for somebody else's birthday ....and, what the heck?!@! Why did I hesitate?
I baked the most perfect layers in that little oven. The best I have ever baked really. You know how you don't want cake to dome up?... well, it was lovely. Barely rounded on top and baked at least 10 minutes sooner than the recipe said it would... I'm still shocked.....
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Named after the engineer that designed it, Clifford M. Holland, the Holland tunnel when it opened in 1927 was the first Hudson River vehicular crossing and was at the time of its opening the longest underwater tunnel for vehicular traffic in the world. The Holland Tunnels length is 8,558 feet from portal to portal on the North tube, and 8,371 feet on the South tube at a height of 12 feet, 6 inches tall. Initially the state commission considered a bridge or a tunnel at the turn of the century, but the cost of acquiring the land to build a bridge with a minimum height of 200 feet to allow for marine traffic made it cost prohibitive. Biggest challenge outside of digging a tunnel under the Hudson River was ventilation. Four ventilation buildings 2 on each side of river, exchange the tunnel air every 90 seconds, though being in the tunnel in traffic over the years, the smell of diesel fuel is something I always remember in my dad’s un-airconditioned vehicle. This image is entry from Canal Street in Manhattan at the start of 8,371 foot journey to Jersey City New Jersey. - [ ] #developportdev @gothamtomato @developphotonewsletter @omsystem.cameras @apple #excellent_america #iphone13pro @bheventspace @bhphoto @adorama @tamracphoto @tiffencompany @nycprimeshot @nycurbanism @nybucketlist @kehcamera #usaprimeshot #tamractales
I’m still getting the hang of the new R6. I couldn’t imagine taking night photos as clean as this with the old EOS T7 Rebel.
The Acalypha Wilkesiana or Fijian Fire Plant, at the end of our garden, is one of the places I check for Dragon and Damselflies every day. This morning, though, there were no odonata but, surprisingly, this False Garden Mantis in search of some preys. It is the very first Mantis that I find in that tree.
A bottle of beer, a glass of wine or a shot of whiskey? No go for the liquid gold - cider.
Drinking alcohol can be a great pleasure, but you have to know when you are "too relaxed".
The drinkers paradox: Unfortunately the difference between "mellow, relaxed" and a "gibbering idiot" can be slim. So when the room starts to blur you know its too late - or you would if it wasn't already too late.
Even seasoned drinkers can get caught out. Take care.
Mount Assiniboine Provincial Park, British Columbia, Canada.
Back to stitching a few shifts of the 24mm T/S-E. I'm liking the square format again, and, of course, the higher rez.
In a world where power crackles in the air and tension smoulders beneath the surface, one moment can ignite everything.
Captured in the split-second between calm and chaos —
Magic? Mayhem? Or just the beginning?
Redcliffe was originally part of the Manor of Bedminster, and belonged to Robert Earl of Gloucester in the early 12th century. It was the Earl who established the settlement on a marsh to the south of the existing town of Bristol. Settlement in most of Redcliffe and Temple began in the early 12th century.