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S.Berillo è un antico e fatiscente quartiere nel centro della città, ed è lo storico quartiere della prostituzione. Oggi è popolato da "professioniste" extracomunitarie e dei paesi dell'Est europeo, ma vi si trovano ancora abitanti anziane che sono una fonte di informazioni storiche sui trascorsi fasti del quartiere.
(foto digitale del negativo - ripetuta con illuminatore migliore)
Negativo con velo a causa di un errore di preparazione del Caffenol (25g. di soda anziché 15).
Ma forse - dato anche il soggetto - non tutto il male vien per nuocere.
Because a mistake in calculations the amount of soda in mixing Caffenol was 25 g instead of 15 g, This resulted in heavy fogging. The right recipe should have been 25g instant coffee + 15 g anhydrous soda + 7.5 g vitamin C for 600 ml of solution
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A daytime landscape captured at Rikugien Garden in Tokyo during the peak of the koyo (autumn foliage) season.
This image illustrated how things can go wrong and end up right with HDR.
I ran out of the house and traveled to one of my favorite spots upon seeing this sunset. It's close by and easy to get to.
In my haste I forgot to get out of Shutter Priority mode. I dutifully shot 5 brackets at what I thought was -2/-1/0/+1/+2 EV and then went home because the magic was gone.
When I was processing the pictures in Photomatix, I realized something was wrong. It kept telling me there were exposures with the same EV. How could this be?
The camera was changing aperture to get the brackets and keeping shutter speed constant. I was shooting 1 second photos with different apertures and simply ran out of apertures the lens could go to. In the end, I had 3 photos that were different out of 5, bracketed at f/5.6, f/9 and f/13.
Needless to say, everyone, including me, will tell you this is a recipe for disaster. Changing aperture changes depth of field. You should be changing shutter speed.
But, in the end, you have to look at the photos. This is a magical shot of a blue and purple sky after sunset with a calm river and wonderfully lit building.
Nikon Capture NX 2. Photomatix Pro. Photoshop.
Nikon D200, f/5.6, f/9, f/13, 1 second, Sigma 10-20mm F4-5.6 at 20mm.
It strikes me that the Spanish Army (Ejército de Tierra) has picked the wrong camouflage for this environment.
The trailing vehicle is a Santana Anibal, an all terrain 4x4 utility vehicle (more than 1,500 in the fleet).
Spain joined NATO in 1982.
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Thought I like the photo, the focus is not right. But I am too tired to look a better picture.
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Apesar de eu gostar desta fotografia, o foco não está no local ideal. Mas estou demasiado cansada para procurar uma imagem melhor.
The Wilson River Highway, OR 6, is a 48-mile rural road that connects Banks and Tillamook. It's a popular route for tourists and an important commercial connection between the Oregon Coast and the Portland metro area. In recent years, safety has become an increasing concern for the local communities and people who use this route.
"Um sir, that's the wrong map."
As some of you may have noticed Eomer is using Jack Sparrow's map in his latest adventure :)
35-365
in the real world alice could had died for something like this ¬¬ ... you DON'T drink of strange bottles!,...Does your mom ever told you that?........ LOL
You don't need X-ray eyes, or super intelligence, or need to be a gifted visionary nor a scientist or mathmatical genius to realise that this is so.
So... is Skeletor waving a big purple flower around, or something?
Featured on Life in Plastic: nerditis.com/2014/02/21/life-in-plastic-toy-review-glimme...
Dir: Rob Schmidt
Stars: Eliza Dushku, Jeremy Sisto, Emmanuelle Chriqui, Desmond Harrington
Six people find themselves trapped in the woods of West Virginia, hunted down by "cannibalistic mountain men grossly disfigured through generations of in-breeding."
Check the movie here: www.primewire.ag/watch-1979-Wrong-Turn-online-free
Oh, the pain that George Michael had to go through in order to crack the high notes of "Careless Whisper".
We made our annual trip to London in November. We travel down by coach from Slaithwaite and stay at The Cumberland Hotel at Marble Arch. It’s actually a weekend ladies shopping trip that is run as a fundraiser for Slaithwaite Brass Band – I’m the only bloke that goes every year! We decided ( the two of us) to stay down in London until Thursday this time as we wanted to see weekday London and be able to explore a bit further afield on foot. We covered up to 16 miles a day, which is tough going on crowded pavements with hundreds of busy roads to cross. I photographed anything that looked interesting but I bent a contact in the CF card slot, fortunately I had quite a few SD cards with me and the 5D has dual slots so I was able to carry on using it. It’s currently at Lehmann’s getting fixed.
With it being close to Christmas the decorations are up everywhere so there was plenty of colour at night. In Hyde Park the Winter Wonderland was in full swing, we’ve never bothered going to it before but I went twice at night this time. It is massive this year, I couldn’t get over how big it is and the quality of some of the attractions. The cost and effort involved must be phenomenal – it was quite expensive though. It was very difficult to photograph, with extremes of light (LED’s) and darkness and fast moving rides into the bargain. I think I have some decent usable stuff but at the time of writing I am only part way through the editing process so I don’t know for sure.
We set off at around 8.15 am every day and stayed out for at least 12 hours. The weather was poor for a day and a half with drizzle and very dull grey conditions, fortunately we had some pleasant weather (and light) along the way as well. Being based at the end of Oxford Street – Europe’s busiest shopping street – meant that I did quite a bit of night shooting on there. Although I carried a tripod everywhere I only used it once and that was during the day! Because there is always a moving element in almost every shot it seemed pointless using a tripod. I would have got some shots free of movement – or I could have gone for ultra-long exposures to eliminate people and traffic but it would have been problematic I felt. In the end I wound the ISO up and hand held – fingers crossed.
We walked out to Camden Market and Locks but it had been raining and we were a bit early as many were only just setting up for the day. We tried to follow routes that we hadn’t used before and visit new places. We paid a fortune to get in St Pauls but you can’t use cameras. This something that I fail to see the point of, ban flash if you want but if you are going to encourage tourism why ban cameras when there is nothing in particular happening in there. It’s a rule that seems to be applied arbitrarily in cities around the world. Fortunately we could take photos from the outside of the dome, which was real reason for visiting, and we had some great light. Expensive compared with a couple of euros in some famous cathedrals. I’ve wanted to walk to Canary Wharf for a number of years and this year we did. We crisscrossed the Thames a few times and tried to follow the Thames path at other times. We covered around ten miles but it was an interesting day. It was also very quiet for the last four or five miles. We got there about 12.00 and managed to get a sandwich in a café in the shopping centre at the foot of the high rise office blocks before tens of thousands of office workers descended from above. It was mayhem, packed, with snaking queues for anywhere that sold food. We crossed to the other side of The Isle of Dogs and looked across to the O2 Arena and the cable car, unfortunately there isn’t a way across for pedestrians and it was around 3.00 pm. With darkness falling at around 4.30 we decide it was too late to bother. We made our way back to the Thames Clipper pier to check the sailing times. They sail every twenty minutes so we had a couple of glasses of wine and a rest before catching the Clipper. Sailing on the Thames was a first in 15 trips to London. The Clipper is fast and smooth, the lights had come on in the city and there was a fantastic moon rise. It was nigh on impossible to get good shots at the speed we were traveling though and there were times that I wished I could be suspended motionless above the boat. Again, hopefully I will have some usable shots.
We felt that the shopping streets were a little quieter, following the Paris massacre it was to be expected, I might be wrong as we were out and about at later times than previous trips. I think I have heard that footfall is down though. It was good to get into some of the quieter backstreets and conversely to be stuck in the city business district – The Square Mile- at home time. A mass exodus of people running and speed walking to bus stops and the rail and tube stations. It was difficult to move against or across the flow of bodies rushing home.
Whilst the Northern(manufacturing) economy is collapsing, London is a giant development site, it must be the tower crane capital of Europe at the moment. It was difficult to take a shot of any landmark free of cranes, it was easier to make the cranes a feature of the photo. It’s easy to see where the wealth is concentrated – not that there was ever any doubt about it. The morons with too much money are still driving their Lambo’s and Ferraris etc. like clowns in streets that are packed with cars , cyclists and pedestrians, accelerating viciously and noisily for 50 yards. They are just sad attention seekers. From Battersea to Canary Wharf we walked the Thames Embankment, the difference between high and low tide on the river is massive, but the water was the colour of mud – brown! Not very attractive in colour. We caught a Virgin Train from Kings Cross for £14.00 each – a bargain!. We had quite a bit of time to kill around midday at Kings Cross so I checked with security that I was OK to wander around taking photos, without fear of getting jumped by armed security, and set off to photograph the station and St Pancras International Station across the road. I haven’t even looked at the results as I type this but I’ll find out if they are any good shortly. Talking of security, following Paris, there was certainly plenty of private security at most attractions, I don’t know if it was terrorism related though, I can’t say I noticed an increased police presence on the streets. It took us three hours and five minutes from Kings Cross to being back home, not bad for a journey of 200 miles. I can’t imagine that spending countless billions on HS2 or HS3 is going to make a meaningful (cost effective) difference to our journey. Improving what we have, a little faster, would be good. There are some bumpy bits along the route for a mainline and Wakefield to Huddersfield is the equivalent of a cart track – and takes over 30 minutes – it’s only a stone’s throw.
Acho q se perdeu e procurava o caminho de casa... mal sabia onde tava se metendo... hehehe
It might had got lost and was looking for the way to home... Probably didn´t know that wasn´t the right one...
Blackpool Corporation Transport, Leyland Atlantean AN68D/2R5 bus 364, Starr Gate, Blackpool S.S. Saturday 03 July 2021
This bus along with others took part in the rather fragmented “100 Years of Blackpool Buses” parade along the Promenade from Starr Gate to the Tower Headland as part of the Blackpool bus centenary celebrations on the above date.
Both 364 and sister bus 363 were delivered and entered service during the week ending Saturday 22 September 1984. Fitted with coach style seats the two buses were painted in a special livery and used on private duties often for National Travel as well as in normal passenger service. As far as I am aware 364 has always carried the registration B364 UBV although it was originally allocated A364 PCK.
364 was the last Blackpool Atlantean to be taken out of normal passenger use this being as late as Monday 30 November 2009. Thankfully the bus was retained by Blackpool Transport and after a few years of storage it was repainted during 2016 in to an approximation of its original semi-coach style livery which it carried from new until December 1988. 364 is now only used for private hires or heritage bus events. The bus currently carries the fleet number 864 I presume because it is no longer in the day to day operating fleet which the 3xx series numbers are reserved for.
Despite the many colour photographs of 363 and 364 being taken showing the two buses in their original livery including an official Blackpool Transport photo of 363 at the main gates of Stanley Park (which was sold as a post card from 1985) the livery now carried on 364 is incorrect. The most noticeable difference are the two wide light green bands between the lower and upper deck which should be lime green rather than the neon green (or spring green) as applied. The two narrow dark green horizontal lines between the two decks are also in the wrong position the front one is too high up and the rear one is too low. What I fail to understand is that when 364 was recently painted in to this livery a lot of time and effort must have gone into it so why apply the livery incorrectly, it would not have cost anymore for it to be right. Once again sadly it just seems to be yet another case of “It will do”.
Blackpool Transport should have records of the official paint colours and shades used either in the bus manufacturer’s specification or in the paint shop records unless of course they have been thrown out or stolen by enthusiasts. Hopefully at a future repaint the livery will be done correctly. .
Externally I know that there are body differences from when 364 was new and I understand that budget restraints will be the reason why they have not been restored to their original appearance. Just for information when new below the headlights was a black ribbed panel which had a fog light mounted in it below each headlight. The windscreen originally had square corners rather than rounded.
Photograph copyright: Ian 10B.
I am glad to have finally have seen inside St Giles.
This must have been my 3rd or 4th attempt, finding the way up to the walkways, then seeing the church in the distance but the skyways take me in the wrong direction. Like some Kafkaesque dream, so near and yet so far.
I visit The Barbican on my first phototrip to London 9n 1987, just one shot inside the Centre and one of the fountains outside, and that is all that I have to remember. But then without those two shots, I would say I had not been here at all.
Dad used to work in The Barbican. Brooke Marine had a contract to refurbish kitchens of flats when somebody new moved in. And that's how he met Clive James one day. In a lift. Those Japanese are mad aren't they? Is the sum total of Dad's conversation with Clive. James had just started his "on TV" series, and the Japanese game show, "Endurance" was all the rage..
Dad also escaped the Aldgate Tube disaster by a few minutes, catching the next train down the line, thus avoiding crashing into the buffers. I did not realise for years how close he came to the end that day.
St Giles is almost impossible to get to, I walked round The Barbican, then under it, and then through the Centre before being directed up some stairs.
And then seeing it wasn't enough, almost like keep it in your peripheral vision so it don't know you're looking for it.
But I did get there, and it was open.
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St Giles has the most startling setting of perhaps any English medieval church. A foundation of the 11th Century, the church was rebuilt after a fire in 1545, that is to say right at the very end of the Medieval period, and looks what it is, a big late Perpendicular East Anglian church, the tower rebuilt in the 17th Century but otherwise looking as if it might be beside the market place in a small Norfolk or Suffolk town. This is disingenuous of course, because the reason for it is the same in both cases, fabulous wealth on the eve of the Reformation.
Historically this was for centuries the largest parish in the City, and the most populous. It was certainly the poorest. The parish was particularly badly affected by the Great Plague of 1665, losing perhaps a third of its entire population. St Giles was too far north to be burned in the Great Fire, but reaped a benefit from it because of the large number of people relocating to the parish from nearer the river. The drains were culverted, and there was plenty of money for repairs and refurbishments. In the 19th Century the church was made more Gothic than it was already with the addition of battlements along the aisles and clerestories.
Along with most of the area to the north of Cannon Street and the south of Old Street, St Giles was completely destroyed on the evening of 29th December 1940, when high winds and the lack of firewatchers due to the Christmas holidays conspired to fan the flames created by wave upon wave of German bombers. For more than ten years St Giles stood a ruin, as the City Corporation pondered what to do with the area. That St Giles would be rebuilt was not in question, but it would need to be as part of the unified whole envisaged for the area north of London Wall, the largest single bomb site in the whole of the British Isles. The usage of the area would need to be largely residential, as the Corporation was concerned about the depopulation of the City, but should also include spaces for arts, recreation and education. Cost was not a factor, there was plenty of money available.
The result was the largest single building project in England during those post-war years. The Corporation accepted the plans submitted in 1956 by its favourite architectural practice Chamberlin, Powell & Bon. The new area would be home to high-rise and low-rise residential buildings all linked together through gardens, with an arts centre at the core. Significantly, it wasn't intended that retail spaces would form a significant part of the scheme. In a brave and revolutionary gesture, the new scheme would be entirely traffic free, the road carried under the site through a tunnel. A revised plan of 1959 allowed for the walkways of the new scheme to be linked into the raised walkways planned to spread like a web throughout the City - although fortunately, apart from London Wall and Upper and Lower Thames Street, this web was never built. The new scheme took its name from the main street which had run through the site, which in turn was named for a medieval fortification to the north of the Wall. And so the Barbican began to rise from the ashes.
With the scheme underway St Giles could be restored, and it reopened in 1960 to the design of Godfrey Allen. Bearing in mind that the interior had been entirely destroyed, and considering the modernist city which was arising around it, the restoration was very conservative, the new interior replicating as far as possible what was there before, some of the furnishings coming from the demolished church of St Luke, Old Street, which had been put in storage. The east end of the chancel was new, but based on architectural details which had survived the 19th Century restoration. There is some decent post-war glass, and memorials to some of the church's worthies including John Milton.
And so it is only outside that St Giles is extraordinary. After twenty years of work the Barbican was opened in 1981, the last great post-war repair project to be completed. The church floats like a great ship in a sea of concrete, an illusion furthered by its position beside one of the Barbican waterways. Some memorials have been reset in the brick and concrete. Beyond is the Barbican Centre, and above rise the great shafts of the towers. When they were built they were the tallest residential buildings in Europe, unashamedly modernist in their concrete jaggedness. And yet there is a pleasing harmony to the whole, the contrasting tower of St Giles sticking up perpendicularly to join them. Of course, you wouldn't want every church in this kind of setting, but I think it works here. And, as in centuries past, St Giles remains the most populous parish in the City.
There was, of course, an emotional reasoning behind rescuing the City churches after the Blitz, because they had become emblematic of the 'London can take it' attitude. Wandering around the City I am struck that with the possible exception of 30 St Mary Axe, the Barbican towers are still the most refreshingly Modern buildings in the Square Mile, and they are now almost forty years old. Much of the corporate architecture along Bishopsgate is simply dire, especially the awful Heron Tower, and it is hard to remember that the NatWest Tower or whatever it is called now ever looked Modern.
Simon Knott, December 2015
Fimmvörðuháls, Iceland. 26.06.2011.
Bolli took a wrong route at this moment, he went over the lavafield instead of taking the normal route. I followed him and after a while we saw that it was not very wise to continue this way over the rough lava. We turned back and got on the normal route again ;)
Read about the eruption here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fimmv%C3%B6r%C3%B0uh%C3%A1ls
About this hike:
I try to hike every time I come home to Iceland in the summertime. This time I hiked with my friend Bolli Pétur who is a priest in North-Iceland. We hiked the famous route Fimmvörðuháls which starts in Skógar and ends in Þórsmörk (you can also do it the other way round).
We decided to do it in two days instead of the usual one day and stayed in a hut between the glaciers (Eyjafjallajökull and Mýrdalsjökull). The hut, Fimmvörðuskáli, lies only few hundreds meters away from a recent eruption in Fimmvörðuháls and on one site you have Eyjafjallajökull which recently erupted and on the other site you have Mýrdalsjökull with the infamous volcano Katla which is predicted to erupt very soon. I admit that I didn´t sleep much that night..... ;)
You can see the route explained in this picture of mine: www.flickr.com/photos/sigfus/6225915030/
About Fimmvörðuháls:
Fimmvörðuháls is the area between the glaciers Eyjafjallajökull and Mýrdalsjökull in southern Iceland. The route between Skógar and Thórsmörk goes through this pass and is one of the most popular walking routes in Iceland, despite being 22km long and involving 1000m of climbing. At Fimmvörðuháls there is a modern comfortable mountain hut owned by Útivist, one of the Icelandic hiking associations. Also nearby there is an older, less equipped hut called Baldvinsskáli. The route from Skógar is particularly beautiful as numerous waterfalls are passed along the way. The route is only accessible between mid-June and late-August. On the night of 16 May 1970, three travellers died on the mountain pass in a snowstorm.
Read more here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fimmv%C3%B6r%C3%B0uh%C3%A1ls
I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique
Wrong
Wrong
There's something wrong with me chemically
Something wrong with me inherently
The wrong mix in the wrong genes
I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means
It was the wrong plan
In the wrong hands
The wrong theory for the wrong man
The wrong eyes on the wrong prize
The wrong questions with the wrong replies
Wrong
Wrong
I was marching to the wrong drum
With the wrong scum
Pissing out the wrong energy
Using all the wrong lines
And the wrong signs
With the wrong intensity
I was on the wrong page of the wrong book
With the wrong rendition of the wrong look
With the wrong moon, every wrong night
With the wrong tune playing till it sounded right yeah
Wrong
Wrong
(Too long)
Wrong
(Too long)
I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique
Wrong
(Wrong, Depeche Mode 2009)
These guys are on the wrong racing line! They were still quite a way from me but I must admit I did step back a bit!
They are Howard Baker and Mike Killingsworth on their 600cc Honda / D & J Bikespares, Lincoln They did their second lap in 22 40.69 with an average speed of 99.823 mph. They were clocked at 137.000 mph on the Sulby Straight.
This photo was on their first lap and the bike made quite a few loud noises as it passed me. I was surprised they did a second lap.
She was on me, she layed on me.
Let me go! I could not move, I could not escape.
It was hard to scream, words stopped in my throat and died slowly.
Consciousness froze me, my conscience prevailed.
She was on me.
She layed on me, and I cryed.
Indecision, the leap of consciousness flows, life.
The struggle and pain, hands intertwine and leave no escape.
The inner self calls, cries out your name, prevents you from doing.
It's right.
Or it's wrong.
Just a selfpotrait. View in light.