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I took this in November, when we still had colour in the backyard. Taken from inside with the sun coming through the blinds.
HSS!
We're in the midst of the snow storm that was predicted - not going anywhere today.
“Printed Word”
corner of an old nursery rhymes book,
within 2 3/4 inches, yes size matters! ;-P
Jiggety-jog!
HMM everyone!
People may hear your Words,
but they feel your Attitude.
( John C. Maxwell )
😄 HAPPY MACRO MONDAY TO EVERYONE 😄
Quote (by Meher Baba) typed into a text field in “WORD”
(< 2” x 2” incl. neg. space) printed with an inkjet printer on paper and
taken a macro of on August 8th, 2019, uploaded for #MacroMondays #PrintedWord
ƒ/2.8
4.5 mm
1/5 Sec
ISO 400
Dedicated to CRA (ILYWAMHASAM)
You just can't live that negative way. You know what I mean. Make way for the positive day. Cause it's a new day... -
Bob Marley
The universe does not know whether the vibration that you're offering is because of something you're observing or something you're remembering or something that you are imagining. It just receives the vibration and answers it with things that match it.” -
Abraham Hicks
The words we choose to use when we communicate with each other, carry vibrations. The word ‘war’ carries a whole different vibration than the word ‘peace’. The words we use are showing how we think and how we feel. The careful selection of words, helps to elevate our consciousness and resonate in higher frequencies. -
Grigoris Deoudis
A no has a different frequency than a yes, and a maybe is all vibration, oscillating between no and yes. My favorite answers have no movement.” -
Jarod Kintz, Xazaqazax
Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! xo💜💜
In Heimboldshausen zagen we HLG klaar staan. Na een klikje ter plaatse reden we snel door naar Widdershausen, waar de trein op de bekende stek in het Werradal opgewacht kon worden.
HLG DE2700-06 met beladen Innofreight kalitrein van Philippsthal naar Gerstungen, door Widdershausen.
... macro mondays ... one word ...
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... I found a small so called happy stone last week, more info here, it is part of a facebook project in the Netherlands called "Keitof" which means someting like "awesome rock" ;) ...
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Miracle Plant ~ The word Aparajita means undefeated ~
~ It's Feng Shui properties are also miraculous -
Having an Aparajita in the house compound
gives the House an Invincible Aura,
which transcends on to it's inhabitants as well.
~ Its roots when grinded with vinegar and applied
on pimples cure it within no time.
~ Aparajita is a destroyer form of Goddess Durga
that destroys the demoniacal energies.
The word “Mitama” means spirit of the deceased and this festival held in mid-July pays homage to those spirits. Taking place in the controversial Yasukuni shrine, it sees some 30,000 lanterns strung up in memory of the dead. The festival started in 1947 just a couple of years following the conclusion of WWII, in which over two million Japanese soldiers lost their lives.
Vorige vrijdag zou samen met zaterdag de laatste zonnige herfstdag worden waarop we nog volop zouden kunnen genieten van de herfstkleuren. Deze herfstkleuren zijn niet overal even gelijkmatig verdeeld, laat staan dat ze gelijktijdig op hun fraaist zijn. Daarom twijfelde ik om die ochtend naar de haven van Gent te trekken want daar zou HSL haar eerder aangebrachte sleep ketels gaan ophalen. Het werd dus weer keuzes maken. Aangezien ik de dag voordien al langs lijn 24 vertoefd had, besloot ik het dichter bij huis te zoeken. Het is immers niet zo dat de haven van Gent dagelijks fraaie treinen ziet passeren.
Zo gezegd zo gedaan. 's Morgens zou fotograferen bij de bocht in Rieme de ideale tijdsbesteding bieden. Helaas was Railtraxx al met vele minuten in de min voorbijgekomen. Het werd dus wachten. Gelukkig bleek HSL al vroeger dan initieel voorzien bij de aansluiting aangekomen. Na vele omzwervingen trof ik de loc uiteindelijk in de bundel bij Gent Darsen samen met enkele andere nieuwsgierigen. Het duurde wel even vooraleer de gewenste foto kon worden genomen. In tussentijd rangeerde de loc wel en konden er wat unieke plaatjes geschoten worden. Uiteindelijk werd het 12uur zonder dat we ons al 1 minuut verveeld hadden. Eens de druk goed zat mocht de trein vertrekken richting Gent Zeehaven. Daar zouden de wagens nog even staan wachten op vertrek naar Aken.
Nu rees de vraag hoe we de namiddag zouden invullen. Uiteindelijk verspreidden de fotografen zich. De ene zou zijn geluk gaan beproeven in de haven van Antwerpen, de ander langs lijn 53 in Bruinbeke. Ikzelf zag er wel iets in om lijn 53 een bezoekje te brengen. Alleen had ik schrik van de opkomende sluiers, achteraf bekeken van geen tel, maar goed. Daarom zou ik wat meer oostwaarts verhuizen. Vanuit Antwerpen kwam er nog een grijze wolk opzetten. Eens die gepasseerd was, werd de lucht opnieuw zo helder als wat. Ik stootte uiteindelijk op een fotopunt bij Baasrode Zuid. Dankzij de herfstkleuren vond ik het onmiddellijk perfect. Het verbaasde mij dat ik hier nog niet eerder foto's van had gezien. Het punt bevindt zich namelijk net even ver/dicht van/bij Gent, Antwerpen als Brussel. Je moet dus wel even binnendoor rijden om er te geraken.
Nu was het zaak om hier nog een trein op foto te krijgen. Het spreekt voor zich dat er al vele treinen gemeld waren (sommigen nog voor ze effectief op Belgisch grondgebied waren). Een van die treinen die voorgemeld werden in Montzen was de P&O trein van Railtraxx. Deze zou iets binnen een klein uurtje voorbij komen. Tegen 14u45 kwam de 266 118 opzetten met aan de haak een fraaie containertrein. De belading was coronagewijs redelijk goed beladen. Slechts enkele containers werden er achteraf digitaal bijgeplaatst. En zo werd deze zonnige vrijdag mooi afgesloten en kon ik voldaan huiswaarts keren.
Für“Smile on Saturday“
Thema:“The word Smile“am 26.12.2020.
Have a“Happy Smile on Saturday“ einen schönen 2.Weihnachtstag
and stay healthy.
A stamped word detail on a Keith Brymer Jones ceramic mug.
www.keithbrymerjones.com/product/standard-bucket-mug-350m...
HMM!
A macro view of finely sliced words sprinkled onto a salad. The frame represents a span of 2¾ - inches across.
word salad: a string of empty, incoherent, unintelligible, or nonsensical words or comments –Merrium-Webster
Strobist info:
The scene was illuminated by two Nikon SB900 speedlights CL/CR. They were fired in Manual mode at ⅛ power (CL) and 1⁄16 power (CR) through 24" gridded soft boxes.
The SB900s were triggered by PocketWizard Plus Xs.
Lens: Tokina AT - X M100 AF PRO D(AF 100mm f / 2.8 Macro).
Mount Santubong's name may have been derived from the Iban word for coffin, but various Chinese derivations have also been suggested (San approximating the word for mountain in many dialects), as well Bidayuh, in whose lands the names of many hills start with S. Investigators have made ascents of the steep mountain to find places of archaeological interest. Around its foot are signs of Hindu occupation which are hundreds of years old which have been investigated by the Sarawak Museum. It was also the home of the early Sarawak Malays until they were driven up to Kuching in about the 1850s owing to continual attacks from the powerful Saribas Dayaks.[citation needed]
The mountain is made of sandstone, although it has been confused by many with limestone tower karst, or a volcanic plug: smaller versions of both appear not far inland. For a long time it interested those in search of gold but without success. There used to be an old theory that all the gold in the First Division of Sarawak lies in a straight line between Bau and Santubong which has some support in that there is a certain amount of gold in the mountain since fishermen in the past used to depend for their livelihood during the monsoon seasons, when the sea was too rough for fishing, by panning gold in the small mountain streams from which they could expect to gain an average of twenty dollars a month.
In this picture you get to see all the "4 iconic Santubongs" of Sarawak.
1. The mountain - Mt Santubong
2. The village - Santubong by the mountain.
3. The river - Santubong River @ Sungai Santubong
4. The famous Santubong Bridge.
Emeraude de Chivor ink: To the fleeting glance the ink appears green. But under varied light and close observation, one finds great nuance with many colors, facets, and flecks of gold present all joining together to make One (word).
Aurora L.E. - Afrika - factory Italic 18 kt nib
Leica 100mm Apo-Macro- Elmar f2.8
My take on the Macro Mondays theme 'One Word.' POV in the image is about one and a half inches in diameter of the cookie.
Ein Lichtblick am späten Nachmittag taucht die Grenze zwischen dem Königreich Belgien und dem Konigreich der Niederlande (mit dem Kirchturm von Thorn) für einige Minuten in winterliches Licht. Wenn hier nicht die Staatsgrenze verliefe, wäre wahrscheinlich auch diese schmale Landzunge auf der Suche nach Kies weggebaggert worden. Ein Blick in die Karte zeigt das Ausmaß der Auskiesungen im Bereich der Maas, heute meist als Natur- oder Freizeitflächen genutzt.
Foto von Do. 28.12.2017 -
“Better than a meaningless story of
a thousand words
is a single word of deep meaning
which, when heard, produces peace.”
—From the Dhammapada (Sayings of the Buddha)
MacroMondays#One Word
This is my husband's bracelet that he got from his parents for his birthday (coming of age) with his name Goran engraved on it. The engraving is in Cyrillic script.
HMM!
You didn't listened a Live concert in SL
If you didn't seen and heard Gabriel da Silva LIVE!!!
"Here I come!"
Sinds 12 april 2021 worden de Winks van Arriva planmatig in de reizigersdienst ingezet. De in totaal 18 nieuwe treinstellen die Stadler heeft geleverd worden momenteel hoofdzakelijk op de routes Leeuwarden-Harlingen Haven en Leeuwarden-Stavoren ingezet.
Daar komt per 14 juni verandering in. De dienstregeling wordt als gevolg van de drukker wordende treinen uitgebreid en ook veranderd de materieelinzet enigszins. Naast de wasomloop naar Groningen wordt er nog een omloop Winks tussen beide provinciale hoofdsteden ingezet.
Terwijl naar Harlingen Haven rond en in het weekend GTW's worden ingezet met extra fietsruimte, blijft de inzet van de Winks op de lijn naar Stavoren ongewijzigd. Op 16 april 2021 is de 10612 "Holwerd aan zee" onderweg als trein 37151 naar Stavoren als het hier een eenzaam Fries paard in de wei bij Workum passeert.
The name for this particular style of eyeglass frames. Located on the inside of the frame.
photo size: 2 in. W by 1 in. H, 5.08cm W by 2.54cm H
Theme: "One Word"
Thank you for taking the time to view this photo, and for the faves and comments you make, thank you.
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The color version of the photo above is here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ticino-best-photos-of-southern-...
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
So far there's only been one photo in my gallery that hasn't been taken in my garden ('The Flame Rider', captured in the Maggia Valley: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/53563448847/in/datepo... ) - which makes the image above the second time I've "strayed from the path" (although not very far, since the photo was taken only approximately 500 meters from my house).
Overall, I'll stick to my "only-garden rule", but every once in a while I'll show you a little bit of the landscape around my village, because I think it will give you a better sense of just how fascinating this region is, and also of its history.
The title I chose for the photo may seem cheesy, and it's certainly not very original, but I couldn't think of another one, because it's an honest reflection of what I felt when I took it: a profound sense of peace - although if you make it to the end of this text you'll realize my relationship with that word is a bit more complicated.
I got up early that day; it was a beautiful spring morning, and there was still a bit of mist in the valley below my village which I hoped would make for a few nice mood shots, so I quickly grabbed my camera and went down there before the rising sun could dissolve the magical layer on the scenery.
Most human activity hadn't started yet, and I was engulfed in the sounds of the forest as I was walking the narrow trail along the horse pasture; it seemed every little creature around me wanted to make its presence known to potential mates (or rivals) in a myriad of sounds and voices and noises (in case you're interested, here's a taste of what I usually wake up to in spring, but you best use headphones: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfoCTqdAVCE )
Strolling through such an idyllic landscape next to grazing horses and surrounded by birdsong and beautiful trees, I guess it's kind of obvious one would feel the way I described above and choose the title I did, but as I looked at the old stone buildings - the cattle shelter you can see in the foreground and the stable further up ahead on the right - I also realized how fortunate I was.
It's hard to imagine now, because Switzerland is one of the wealthiest countries in the world today, but the men and women who had carried these stones and constructed the walls of these buildings were among the poorest in Europe. The hardships the people in some of the remote and little developed valleys in Ticino endured only a few generations ago are unimaginable to most folks living in my country today.
It wasn't uncommon that people had to sell their own kids as child slaves - the girls had to work in factories or in rice fields, the boys as "living chimney brushes" in northern Italy - just because there wasn't enough food to support the whole family through the harsh Ticino winters.
If you wonder why contemporary Swiss historians speak of "slaves" as opposed to child laborers, it's because that's what many of them actually were: auctioned off for a negotiable prize at the local market, once sold, these kids were not payed and in many cases not even fed by their masters (they had to beg for food in the streets or steal it).
Translated from German Wikipedia: ...The Piazza grande in Locarno, where the Locarno Film Festival is held today, was one of the places where orphans, foundlings and children from poor families were auctioned off. The boys were sold as chimney sweeps, the girls ended up in the textile industry, in tobacco processing in Brissago or in the rice fields of Novara, which was also extremely hard work: the girls had to stand bent over in the water for twelve to fourteen hours in all weathers. The last verse of the Italian folk song 'Amore mio non piangere' reads: “Mamma, papà, non piangere, se sono consumata, è stata la risaia che mi ha rovinata” (Mom, dad, don't cry when I'm used up, it was the rice field that destroyed me.)... de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaminfegerkinder
The conditions for the chimney sweeps - usually boys between the age of 8 and 12 (or younger, because they had to be small enough to be able to crawl into the chimneys) - were so catastrophic that many of them didn't survive; they died of starvation, cold or soot in their lungs - as well as of work-related accidents like breaking their necks when they fell, or suffocatig if they got stuck in inside a chimney. This practice of "child slavery" went on as late as the 1950s (there's a very short article in English on the topic here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spazzacamini and a more in depth account for German speakers in this brief clip: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gda8vZp_zsc ).
Now I don't know if the people who built the old stone houses along my path had to sell any of their kids, but looking at the remnants of their (not so distant) era I felt an immense sense of gratitude that I was born at a time of prosperity - and peace - in my region, my country and my home. Because none of it was my doing: it was simple luck that decided when and where I came into this world.
It also made me think of my own family. Both of my grandparents on my father's side grew up in Ticino (they were both born in 1900), but while they eventually left Switzerland's poorest region to live in its richest, the Kanton of Zurich, my grandfather's parents relocated to northern Italy in the 1920s and unfortunately were still there when WWII broke out.
They lost everything during the war, and it was their youngest daughter - whom I only knew as "Zia" which means "aunt" in Italian - who earned a little money to support herself and my great-grandparents by giving piano lessons to high-ranking Nazi officers and their kids (this was towards the end of the war when German forces had occupied Italy).
I never knew that about her; Zia only very rarely spoke of the war, but one time when I visited her when she was already over a 100 years old (she died at close to 104), I asked her how they had managed to survive, and she told me that she went to the local prefecture nearly every day to teach piano. "And on the way there would be the dangling ones" she said, with a shudder.
I didn't get what she meant, so she explained. Visiting the city center where the high ranking military resided meant she had to walk underneath the executed men and women who were hanging from the lantern posts along the road (these executions - often of civilians - were the Germans' retaliations for attacks by the Italian partisans).
I never forgot her words - nor could I shake the look on her face as she re-lived this memory. And I still can't grasp it; my house in Ticino is only 60 meters from the Italian border, and the idea that there was a brutal war going on three houses down the road from where I live now in Zia's lifetime strikes me as completely surreal.
So, back to my title for the photo above. "Peace". It's such a simple, short word, isn't it? And we use it - or its cousin "peaceful" - quite often when we mean nice and quiet or stress-free. But if I'm honest I don't think I know what it means. My grandaunt Zia did, but I can't know. And I honestly hope I never will.
I'm sorry I led you down such a dark road; I usually intend to make people smile with the anecdotes that go with my photos, but this one demanded a different approach (I guess with this latest image I've strayed from the path in more than one sense, and I hope you'll forgive me).
Ticino today is the region with the second highest average life expectancy in Europe (85.2 years), and "The Human Development Index" of 0.961 in 2021 was one of the highest found anywhere in the world, and northern Italy isn't far behind. But my neighbors, many of whom are now in their 90s, remember well it wasn't always so.
That a region so poor it must have felt like purgatory to many of its inhabitants could turn into something as close to paradise on Earth as I can imagine in a person's lifetime should make us all very hopeful. But, and this is the sad part, it also works the other way 'round. And I believe we'd do well to remember that, too.
To all of you - with my usual tardiness but from the bottom of my heart - a happy, healthy, hopeful 2025 and beyond.
Today is a pink day at Color my World Daily and the theme at the fabulous Smile on Saturday! Group is: one word.
One word is a big challenge for me, as you can imagine… I like to talk, and one word isn’t enough for me!! So, I decided to use the color of the day as my word. So here you go, have an awesome "one word/pink" day my friends!!
Since I had a little party yesterday, I will be away since I have lots of stuff to do (which I didn’t do yesterday) and also, I probably have a hung over since I was planning on heavily drinking and eating as much cake as I can have before starting my “healthy eating” thing, once again lol. And as my present self knows my future self: I wasn’t a classy lady, so chances are I did drink like a sailor…. Don’t count on me today…So see you later alligator!
Thank you so much for all your lovely comments / favs/ general support / happy thoughts / positive vibes!! It is truly appreciated! Have a great day and see you soon!!
For the group, Macro Mondays I have captured part of a shaving socket showing clearly that this is for shavers only! Theme today - One Word!
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This series , despite my taking photos of my photos, are true reinventions of original.
With intentional outside elements from my tablet included in frame.
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Why bother reinvented slp?
Rather then let these older moments get lost in archives
I have opted to play with them.
N yes, the boondocks can be stifling.
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