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yet another red Aster.
How can I resist them, so vibrant, pure eye candy.
Have a wonderful day and thank you for your comments... M, (*_*)
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Today (16/3/23) sitting in hazy polluted Bangkok i was missing Inle Lake. It was a bit hazy back then early in 2015, just the time everything is dry already but the hot season hasn't quite started fully yet. And the time when farmers start to burn the fields in preparation for the next seeding before the rainy season. Occasionally the haze and dust was already tangible, at other times it was fairly clear and almost felt pristine with a fresh mountain breeze. Early smoky season so to speak.
I also saw an article in The Guardian today, where a UN report called Myanmar a failed state, with the junta propped up (and enabled) by arms from Russia and China (also Serbia). Quite right. I feel for the many normal people in the country; trapped and no change in sight. What a $#**@! mess. (rant over)
Here is also a frame of this fisherman rowing the boat, shot a little later.
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England’s capital is renowned for cold weather, warm beer and iconic tourist hotspots including some of the world’s most famous bridges.
But a lesser known bridge in Hampstead Heath, suitably know as ‘Sham Bridge’, has been making headlines for the last 200 years.
Most bridges are designed to at least bear the weight of vehicles or pedestrians crossing over them. However, this bridge located in North West London fails to meet these conventional requirements.
Found above the Thousand Pound Pond in Hampstead Heath, this bridge initially appears to be a typical structure. Yet, upon closer inspection from a different perspective, its true nature is revealed.
Given its nickname, the ‘Sham Bridge,’ this ornamental structure near Kenwood House is merely a two-dimensional feature, lacking the practicality for actual crossing.
Its origins can be traced back to the mid-18th century when it was part of the grounds owned by the first Earl of Mansfield.
Canadian National train 101 exits Tunnel 54.8 and crosses the Thompson river in stark and scenic Black Canyon just west of Ashcroft, British Columbia, on September 24, 2015.
Delicate yet feisty.. a beautiful soul through and through.
That is you, my lovely Kiki♥ Thank you for being you..
Help you see a little bit clearer
The light that shines within
No scars to your beautiful♫♪
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Yet another impressive sculpture I stumbled across in Dinan , Brittany a few years ago. As usual I did not make a note of the artist.
It's been a while since I've been to the Lake District, I keep managing to find a photo from my last hike there.. but photo's are running short... I need another visit :-)
It took me 3 days to shoot my London images, one day for editing and still after several month i have not uploaded all my images yet. ;-) This is another one from my staircase series. This staircase can be found in Somerset House which was used as HQ for the Admiralty under Lord Nelson. Therefore the stair is called Nelson stair.
yet through my images I live with them. At the same time, they are symbols. They have a life of their own, but they are also symbols :-)
Bruce Gilden
HGGT! Science Matters! Resist the Delusional Ignorant Orange Cockroach and his Cabinet of Lunatics and Buffoons!
japanese camellia, 'Lemon Glow', sarah p duke gardens, duke university, durham, north carolina
The greater yellownape (Chrysophlegma flavinucha)[1] is a species of bird in the woodpecker family Picidae.
It is found in East Asia from northern and eastern India to south-eastern China, Indochina, Hainan, and Sumatra.
Its natural habitats are subtropical or tropical moist lowland forest and subtropical or tropical moist montane forest.
Khor Virap Monastery (Armenia) with Mount Ararat in the background (Turkey) / Ararat Province / Armenia
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Yet just another teaser.
As sweet as you all are (!!!)
I do promise I'll tell you step by step how to make something amazing out of this. Now is not the best time for me.
I wish you a great week ahead, full of sweet things and happiness.
NIKON D5000
Nikkor 105mm f/2.8
Nikon SB-600
1/200 s at f/5.6, ISO 200
Have a great weekend....dear friends!! :-)
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yet all the time
in every moment
passing
was the song:
the song
was living
and the moments
joined the
song
the song was singing
as I walked (or
wandered)
the song was singing
as I went
(or strayed)
this was the song that was
singing every moment
the song my heart
was hearing
-Robert Lax, In the Beginning was Love,
Contemplative Words of Robert Lax,
Edited by S.T. Georgiou
Not often I am stumped for words, yet here we are.
First, let me say, do you have any idea how many BoM layers I took off when I put this skin on?
I had run out of BoM spaces to the point where it wasn’t even showing I was wearing some of it.
Why did I have to take most of it off just because I put this skin on?
Simple. Didn’t need it on.
This skin just speaks for itself. It’s that pretty.
Available now, at The Fifty, is Jani by Glam Affair.
Jani comes in 10 Ethereal Essence Light shades, and 7 Velour shades.
As always with your chosen skin tone you get a light/dark/no brow option (you could say it’s easy as A B C. Haaaaa!)
So I’m wearing Jani Snow C (the no brow option) on my Lelutka Evo X Avalon head, and I’ve left my MILA Speckled Beauty freckles, my Izzies hollowed cheeks on, there are a coupley other small BoM layers I’m wearing - like the Jack Spoon Hara Eyebag Glitter, and of course my lil face tattoos.
No dewey skin, no highlighter, no contour, all of that was taken off.
And I can toot Glam Affairs horn here because I look so damn cute!
So head to The Fifty, demo demo demo and grab your fave shade.
Just back to my removing BoM layers quickly, I wear the ever loving shit out of my Maeve Brows from WarPaint.
Everybody knows they’re my fave.
But these new Charlotte Brows by WarPaint are up there, especially paired with this skin.
My heart, ugh.
These are available now at Uber. And you gotta know, these aren’t just available in every day colors.
Oh naurrrrr.
They did Fantasy Tones too.
So available in two sets of 10 tones, every day or fantasy.
Bc you know for Halloween this year my ass is recreating Chappell Roans Statue of Liberty look.
These gorg brows are available for
- Lelutka Evo X BoM Classic/Fantasy/Fatpack
- Genus 4K BoM Classic/Fantasy/Fatpack
- SLUV BoM Classic/Fantasy/Fatpack
PLUS in your Fatpack purchase there is a fresh brow cut BoM, which sits at the top part of the upper eyelid.
Check out WarPaints socials for the visuals on this, and head to Uber to demo and fall in love.
And my cute lil fit, is Mimi by epoch. and you can read all about it in my last blog post here.
Mimi is available now at the epoch. mainstore.
IMPORTANT: for non-pro users who read the info on a computer, just enlarge your screen to 120% (or more), then the full text will appear below the photo with a white background - which makes reading so much easier.
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.
Yet another hybrid type duck at Cattawade with the Mallards.Could have a bit of Pochard in it? But quite smart looking.
With spring on the horizon and the 627 soon to be shootable again, here's one from when it was greener (in more ways then one), specifically May of last year.
I only started somewhat recently keeping notes from every shoot outside of my Flickr posts so I don't have much of an idea for what happened on this day. I can see it was a Wednesday, so I presume I had brought my equipment with me that day with the hope that 1462 would lead the 627 west to Aurora that day. Sure enough it did, with a triclops 60M in tow.
I've wanted a shot of a BN leader off of the Pleasant Dale bridge on a sunny evening for a long time and I'm glad I was able to cross it off with this one. Judging by the folder from that day, they must have been making good time as I didn't get back in front of them again until west of Tamora. By that time, the clouds had come in and the sun was gone, so I called it there. Jamison appeared in one of my photos so I know he was out for this chase. Sam, were you there as well? I'm tagging you anyway--I don't seem to get out much unless I'm along with you.
As you can tell from my very infrequent uploads over the last year and a half or more, I have quite the backlog to pull from. I have a process that I go through with cataloging and editing and uploading each image that will keep me sane 30 years from now but is a pain to do every time I shoot a train, so I struggled with the motivation to keep the uploads a regular occurrence. Two weeks after this photo was taken, I was let go from my job, and on top of a lot of other things going on it life, I lost all motivation for pretty much everything, something I'm still working on recovering from.
All that to say, I have a good chunk of photos to upload that I will be working on adding here and there among recent shots. I don't even know what all I haven't gotten around to yet, but I hope to be caught back up again at some point.
BNSF SD60M 1462 leads the Aurora local westbound on the Ravenna Subdivision outside Pleasant Dale, Nebraska, May 14, 2025.
day 2 of the monsoons. At least we don't have the wind today. The dog keeps whining to go out, then puts her nose out of the door and comes straight back in. So looks like a day to catch up on some paperwork - whoopeeeee!
We have had no measurable snowfall in our area since March 15th. The previous record for the date of the latest snowfall was December 20th in 2012. It is supposed to rain overnight tonight, with rain (possibly snow?) on Tuesday.
For any folks that might appreciate winters here, I have dug up this unposted shot. It's a memory from 8 years ago tomorrow. That was the winter of the "Polar Vortex" when Lake Michigan was more than 93 percent iced over.
Hope you are having a nice Boxing Day Sunday!
Hope that you had a happy Christmas Day with many memories.
The Writing of the God is a story by the argentinian writer J. L. Borges. In it, an Aztec priest (embodying prehispanic cultures as a whole) is incarcerated with a jaguar by the Conquistadors.
Many years pass, and trying to remember a magic sentence given by the god Qaholom, he recalls all his knowledge, memorises the patterns on the jaguar's fur trying to find a clue in it. And yet, once he remembers the sentence, he has no motive to escape, for he has trascended his own humanity by using it, ceased to be himself.
This tale is in some ways à metafoor d'or the "imprisonment" of prehispanic cultures and traditions by the spanish Conquistadors
Perhaps Simkha's desires are not very sophisticated. Perhaps he wants to remain a kitten for as long as possible and sleep on my lap, like in this photo. In any case, my wish is for him to be as affectionate, sweet and attached to me as an adult as he is now, when he is not yet four months old. I am lying on the reclining chair and Simha is on my legs.
Thank you all for visits, favs and comments, it's greatly appreciated!
Yet, remember me if I go far away.
If old love gets tangled in meshes of new love,
If I stay close yet you cannot discern
If I exist or not, still remember me.
If tears dangle between eyelids,
If the play ends once in sweetness of night,
Yet, remember me.
If chores are stuck in an autumn morn,
Remember me.
Even in remembrances if eyes do not glisten
Yet, remember me.
Friends, I share a few lines of Tagore as transliterated by my partner, before I take leave.
Yes, leaving tonight for a long trek in the Himalayas. I'll meet you all again on June 21.
With love and best wishes !! And, surely a twilight capture of Mt. Thalaysagar and Mt. Bhrigupanth from the bank of Kedartal. Garhwal Himalayas, India
