new icn messageflickr-free-ic3d pan white
View allAll Photos Tagged moveable

Studio 26

 

Located on scenic farmland just 20 minutes from central Cape Town, Studio 26 is a dedicated location facility consisting of two components constructed exclusively for production use. It caters to both stills and cine productions of any size and description.

 

The Open Air Studio: An outdoor studio consisting of an open roofed building structure, stairs, deck area, doorways, open windows and plenty of neatly paved floor space. With limitless angles to shoot from, it is a favourite with catalogue photographers and provides a blank canvas for art directors to turn into any scene imaginable.

 

The Lake Houses: Custom-built to give Cape Town the one thing it did not have - a rustic timber, lake-side cabin complete with classic jetty and a set of shabby-chic huts. Referencing both the American north, Alpine cabins and the Caribbean in one spot, the Lake Houses have been used extensively for countless outdoor themes. Moveable decking sections and a vintage pick-up truck are some of the props provided to complete the picture.

“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.”

― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

   

The ferry could not handle the strongly increased traffic in the 60’s anymore and the need for a good north-south connection grew. That’s why, in 1963, the province of Zeeland finalises the order for the Zeeland bridge between Schouwen-Duiveland and Noord-Beveland to be built. With its 5 kilometres in length, the bridge – then still called the Oosterschelde bridge – becomes the longest in the Netherlands. The Zeeland bridge exists of 54 pillars with spans at intervals of 95 metres. There is also a passageway for ships by making part of the bridge, which is 40 metres wide, moveable.

 

The bridge is officially opened on 15 December 1965 by Queen Juliana. In April of 1967, the Oosterschelde bridge is renamed Zeeland bridge. Until 1993, users of the bridge had to pay toll, after then the bridge has been toll free. The opening of the Zeeland bridge makes Schouwen-Duiveland a lot more accessible. This leads to mass tourism to Schouwen-Duiveland. Especially the Westhoek with its dunes and 18 kilometres of beach profits from this.

Framing the Painting

"We are such things as dreams are made of;’

– yes, Friends, seem we not as breathings upon glass " °

 

the picture framer framed, playing cards with friends

in The Framing Workshop°

 

selected to be the cover photo for the group

L2 Gestalt PERFECTION

 

texture own; Gerard Dou 074-004

   

When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.

— Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

 

Let us be as good and kind as spring ifself 🌷❤

 

Lawrence, thank you for this opportunity and for all your wonderful ideas and energy you put in to this community!

 

The ferry could not handle the strongly increased traffic in the 60’s anymore and the need for a good north-south connection grew. That’s why, in 1963, the province of Zeeland finalises the order for the Zeeland bridge between Schouwen-Duiveland and Noord-Beveland to be built. With its 5 kilometres in length, the bridge – then still called the Oosterschelde bridge – becomes the longest in the Netherlands. The Zeeland bridge exists of 54 pillars with spans at intervals of 95 metres. There is also a passageway for ships by making part of the bridge, which is 40 metres wide, moveable.

 

The bridge is officially opened on 15 December 1965 by Queen Juliana. In April of 1967, the Oosterschelde bridge is renamed Zeeland bridge. Until 1993, users of the bridge had to pay toll, after then the bridge has been toll free. The opening of the Zeeland bridge makes Schouwen-Duiveland a lot more accessible. This leads to mass tourism to Schouwen-Duiveland. Especially the Westhoek with its dunes and 18 kilometres of beach profits from this.

The ferry could not handle the strongly increased traffic in the 60’s anymore and the need for a good north-south connection grew. That’s why, in 1963, the province of Zeeland finalises the order for the Zeeland bridge between Schouwen-Duiveland and Noord-Beveland to be built. With its 5 kilometres in length, the bridge – then still called the Oosterschelde bridge – becomes the longest in the Netherlands. The Zeeland bridge exists of 54 pillars with spans at intervals of 95 metres. There is also a passageway for ships by making part of the bridge, which is 40 metres wide, moveable.

 

The bridge is officially opened on 15 December 1965 by Queen Juliana. In April of 1967, the Oosterschelde bridge is renamed Zeeland bridge. Until 1993, users of the bridge had to pay toll, after then the bridge has been toll free. The opening of the Zeeland bridge makes Schouwen-Duiveland a lot more accessible. This leads to mass tourism to Schouwen-Duiveland. Especially the Westhoek with its dunes and 18 kilometres of beach profits from this.

Nature of secure bonding - The balance between save haven and curious exploration

 

Networkism

Lightfall´s balance

Beyond the night

Is the interface the message?

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZkIAVGlfWk

www.ted.com/talks/manuel_lima_a_visual_history_of_human_k...

www.ted.com/talks/tom_wujec_on_3_ways_the_brain_creates_m...

www.ted.com/talks/aaron_koblin

www.ted.com/talks/elizabeth_nyamayaro_an_invitation_to_me...

Looks as if the water is running out - to keep the glass half full .

 

The race we must not loose, the human race. - D.R.

 

WHAT TO REMEMBER WHEN WAKING -2

(What you can live wholeheartedly will make plans enough)

 

In that first

hardly noticed

moment

 

In which

you wake,

coming back

 

To this life ,

from the other

 

More secret,

moveable and frighteningly

honest

world

 

Where everything

began,

 

There is

a small

opening

into the new day

 

Which closes

the moment

you begin

your plans.

 

What you can plan

is too small for you

to live.

 

What you can live

wholeheartedly

will make plans

enough

 

For the vitality

hidden

in your sleep.

 

To be human

is to become

visible

 

While carrying

what is

hidden

as a gift

 

To others.

 

To remember

the other world

 

In this world

 

Is to live

in your true

inheritance.

 

You are not

a troubled guest on this

earth,

 

You are not

an accident

amidst other accidents

 

You were invited

from another

and greater

night

 

Than the one

from which you have just

emerged.

 

Now, looking through the slanting light

of the morning window

toward the mountain presence

 

Of everything

that can be

 

What urgency calls you to your one love?

 

What shape waits

in the seed of you

 

To grow and spread its branches

against a future sky?

 

Is it waiting in the fertile sea?

In the trees beyond the house?

In the life you can imagine for yourself?

 

In the open

and lovely

white page

on the writing desk?

 

(by David Whyte)

 

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Compartment_(development)

 

Malaya the Snow Leopard strikes an iconic pose that echos an illuminated chapter heading inscribed by monks during the dark ages - from before Gutenberg invented moveable type....!

 

Friday night during the golden hour of sunset and the first hours of the Brookfield Zoo Holiday Lights festival, Malaya and her mate Sabu were more active than I've seen them! Here Malaya frolics with some extra something in a green bag that her caretakers gave her - is there such a thing as Leopard-Nip? Because she was pretty cranked up!

 

Panthera Uncia at the Brookfield Zoo.

Frieden kannst du nur haben, wenn du ihn gibst.

Marie von Ebner-Eschenbach (1830-1916), östr. Schriftstellerin

The Burlington-Bristol Bridge, a strong truss bridge across the Delaware River, opened on demand by tall boats... you can now get a text or email alert to avoid sitting in your car waiting for the closing, always an oh-no moment. And it’s a $4.00 toll to go from one little town to the next.

 

Nearly devoid of the normal rush of weekday evening passenger traffic, Milwaukee North Line train #2143 taps across the moveable points at Tower A2 with 2 of our superstar MP36's.

“My momma always said, “Life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get.”

 

- Forrest Gump

 

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=1tnqnXJl9qE

SWEETS FOR MY SWEET – THE SEARCHERS

 

A box of deliciousness given to me

I am spoiled for choice and very hungry

they are rich; they are home-made

they are filling and sweet

I ate one; I ate two

and I was replete

washed down with real coffee

a sumptuous treat

two dozen less two

twenty-two still to eat

I will try to eke them out

maybe one or two a day

how long they will last

I really cannot say

should be another eleven days at least

I carry the box; it's a moveable feast

as I pop one small morsel into my mouth

I close my eyes and enjoy

the experience is lovely

I forget all my worries

leave behind all my cares

and find renewed joy

how can something

so small yet so pretty

have such a profound and soothing effect

mmmm well I don't really know

I don't have all the answers

but for me in this moment

my life is perfect.

 

- AP - Copyright © remains with and is the intellectual property of the author

 

Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission

 

PERSONAL CHALLENGE : 3. STILL LIFE

Though it didn't remain still for long, ha ha!!! ; 0)))))

  

The Silvretta Alps are a mountain range of the Central Eastern Alps shared by Tirol, Vorarlberg (both in Austria) and Graubünden (Switzerland). The Austrian states of Tirol and Vorarlberg are connected by a pass road (Silvretta Hochalpenstraße at 2032 m). The majority of the peaks are elevated above three thousand metres and are surrounded by glaciers. Thus, the area is also known as the "Blue Silvretta".

 

According to the Alpine Clubs, the Silvretta Alps are outlined from other groups by the following borders: St. Gallenkirch - Ill river as far as Partenen - Zeinisjoch - Zeinisbach - Paznauntal as far as Ischgl - Fimbertal - Fimber Pass - Val Chöglias - Val Sinestra - Inn River from the mouth of the Branclabach to the mouth of the Susasca - Val Susasca - Flüela Pass - Davos - Wolfgang - Laretbach - Klosters - Schlappinbach - Schlappiner Joch - Valzifensbach - Gargellental - St. Gallenkirch

 

The Silvretta Alps are surrounded by the Rätikon, Verwall and Samnaun ranges.

 

The Piz Buin is not the highest, but the most popular peak of the range. It can relatively easily be ascended from north or south through glaciers and stretches of easy climbing.

 

The Silvretta is famous for its skiing especially its many backcountry skiing possibilities. In the 1920s Ernest Hemingway was staying in the region for a winter (he lived at Schruns in Montafon, Austria). Later, he wrote a couple of short stories about his skiing experiences in the Silvretta. Some of these short stories are to be found in A moveable feast.

 

source: Wikipedia

After the C&NW/Milw diamond crossing at 2nd Street was retired they went to the arrangement seen here at 5th Street using some hand throw crossovers to get across the C&NW double track Chicago-Omaha main line. C&NW's Clinton Car shops is on the right. The cars shops are gone and the crossovers were later moved east to 4th Street and powered up and signalled. Note the train order forks loaded for the Milwaukee train. 5th Street became a make shift operator/switch tender office after 2nd Street Tower was closed. I can't recall what the semaphore governed but I think it was a non-moveable distant signal for the BN/MILW jointly operated Davenport Rock Island & North Western (DRI-Line).

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,

 

Enwrought

with golden

and silver

 

Light,

 

The blue

and the dim

and the dark

 

Cloths

 

Of night

and light

and the half light.

  

WHAT TO REMEMBER WHEN WAKING

by David Whyte

 

In that first hardly noticed moment in which you wake,

 

Coming back to this life

from the other

more secret,

moveable and frighteningly honest

world

 

Where everything began,

 

There is

a small opening

into the new day

 

Which closes the moment

you begin your plans.

 

What you can plan is too small for you to live.

 

What you can live wholeheartedly

will make plans enough

 

For the vitality hidden in your sleep.

 

To be human is to become visible

while carrying what is hidden as a gift to others.

 

To remember the other world in this world

is to live in your true inheritance.

 

You are not

a troubled guest on this earth,

 

You are not

an accident amidst other accidents

 

You were invited

from another

and greater night

 

than the one from which you have just emerged.

 

Now, looking through the slanting light of the morning window

 

Toward the mountain presence of everything

that can be

 

What urgency calls you to your one love?

 

What shape waits in the seed of you

to grow and spread its branches

against a future sky?

 

Is it waiting in the fertile sea?

 

In the trees beyond the house?

 

In the life you can imagine for yourself?

 

In the open and lovely white page on the writing

desk?

  

THE MIND

 

which is created quick to love,

is responsive to

 

everything

that is pleasing,

 

soon as by pleasure

It is awakened into activity.

 

Your apprehensive faculty

draws an impression

from a real object, and

unfolds it within you,

 

so that it makes

the mind turn thereto.

 

And if, being turned,

it inclines towards it,

 

that inclination is love;

that is nature,

 

which through pleasure

is bound anew

 

within you.

 

Dante Alighieri

"If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast."

 

Ernest Hemingway, The Moveable Feast

 

That's why we all are crying for Paris

 

Einstürzende Neubauten - Redukt

 

My hands, my arms, my legs, my body, my head and I

The immutable, indestructible, self, I

The center, the cell, the nucleus, the sum of the human cell culture.

Am I, is me, in every cell?

Thought hardly is "I" the sum of genetic material

As if the music were programmed into the radio's wiring.

Is there anything redundant, ossified*, that can be peeled off,

That can be discarded like ballast, like sandbags out of a hot-air balloon?

Layer for layer, epidermis, mesenchyme and derma,

Fibers, mucles, tendons, flesh, capillaries, veins, aorta, fatty tissue, synapses

Bones, marrow, skeleton. And which or what remains?

The "I" makes its claim, so long as a tongue, a fidgeting hand:

Can still lay claim to "I"? And if possible that too is claimed headlessly

(Like Cephalophors, with a single stroke one head shorter)

 

Redukt!

 

What happens in love, outreaching or overstepping

Or the numbness, up to a point, that point where "something" still remains.

The hollow nut (which had not developed), at any rate: development,

As if something had been enveloped, Ariadne's thread, unrolled to its fullest length,

Needs to be used up. Always along the wall, dead certain,

The way out of the garden, the garden maze.

I wander to while away the time, as if otherwise time would collaps in on me,

Like a carrion-eating beast.

 

Redukt!

 

Let's just let everything reduce!

 

Redukt!

 

Let's peer into the stream of the perished,

Now being swept down the passage of time, through the delta towards the mouth,

Out into the gaping, cosmic ocean.

Are there any more coming? To the corpses have something to say for themselves?

Besides: Look! Scandal! We are those that you will become!

We are there! You are not!

But death stays hated to all of human nature

It tears down hope almost to the ground

 

Redukt!

 

The foundations are in the wrong place,

This house should have been set in the heavens,

So the gods could die, regularly and in temporally classical proportions.

The golden cross-section through the throat of a venerable celestial body,

That then ejaculates its divine blood in short spurts

Into the divine summer morning, because it is always summer,

Until man/woman, myself included, can say:

Finally, infinitely, left in peace, but moveable,

Free to make noise, without guilt.

 

Redukt...

“The merest breath reached out to me in the wilderness and halted me in my tracks. I cocked my head to listen intently to the rhythm of the earth; for the direction of the wind; to the whisper of the trees and in that one defining moment, my mind was made up and I stepped out boldly into the unknown direction of the path that will take me who knows where, but it is the beginning of a new and exciting journey and all I had to do to reach this point was to stand still; to listen; to observe; to be guided by the instincts within me that served me so well in the past and in so doing now, I leave the past behind and my heart and soul are glad to be separated from the weariness that had settled so heavily on my shoulders. My steps are light as is my entire being as I begin again …funny, I only just noticed that begin and being are anagrams of each other … “ - AP

 

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=gsA-Xc6gWDE

DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU'RE GOING TO? - DIANA ROSS

 

Life from a snail's point of view and mine too ; 0))

 

Which way shall I go?

UP?

ACROSS?

DOWN?

what a dilemma

I cannot decide on a whim

WHAT IF …

too many what ifs …

while I wait I am silent

I try to think strategically

1. Supposing I reach the top

and don't like what I see!

2. Supposing I go across

sideways and merge my colours

subtly into Mother Nature's palette

3. Suppose I go back down

no WAIT!

I already came so far

to go back would be wasteful

of the time

of the experience

mmmm … the wall has tiny microscopic little beasties

they taste good though the wall itself is roughly hewn

a moveable feast

Who am I?

What am I?

A snail carrying her home upon her back

free to roam the open road

oh well, ok … the open wall if you please

I passed a slug a little while ago

a slug is surely just a homeless snail …

I should be more content with who I am

after all I am not homeless

I am not helpless

I am shielded from predators

I am the queen of my own castle

I hear a bird

a Dunnock I think, perhaps two

one is thin; the other fat and round as a Robin

they sing so prettily

I have no audible sound

but my heart sings

my mind thinks

I feel and climb this wall to evade capture

and to avoid being trodden underfoot

vain creatures; humans … they love my slime

they apply it to their skin

it heals and makes them smooth

I can heal myself if my outer shell cracks

I am tired now

I want to sleep but I have not yet decided

UP?

ACROSS?

DOWN?

It is quite a conundrum for a snail

oh there she is with her camera

I cry to her to make sure she gets my best side

of course she does not hear me or does she?

I think she might well do

she is in tune with nature

in harmony with her surroundings

she is in my domain

and I am in hers

together we can do great things

she has a profound effect on me

suddenly I decide

to enjoy the ride

the wind in my hair

oh wait!

Do I even have hair?

So much I do not know

I teach her

she teaches me

together we coexist

she leaves me to my meanderings

while she goes off a-wandering

tomorrow is another day

I will decide then, perhaps

UP?

ACROSS?

DOWN?

What's that she's saying?

“Au revoir little humbug”

What on Earth is a HUMBUG??? *

 

- AP - Copyright © remains with and is the intellectual property of the author

 

Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission

 

* Humbug is a boiled sweet that is striped like a little snail and very sweet : 0)

  

It is a typical Irish stone tower mill, with a moveable cap turned by means of an automatic fantail, ensuring that the sails always faced into the wind. When the wind blows directly onto the sails the blades or vanes of the fantail are not moved. However, if the wind veers, it catches the blades and the whole cap turns on an iron ring or ‘curb’, bringing the sails back into the wind. As well as the ground floor the mill has three storeys – a ‘drive’ floor, ‘stone’ floor and ‘hopper’ floor, from the first to third level respectively. The rotating cap sits above the hopper floor. Three pairs of millstones sit at the ‘stone’ floor – one set for making wheatmeal, one for shelling the grains of corn (a process which separated the useless ‘hulls’ from the valuable ‘seeds’ or grain) and a set for grinding grains into oatmeal. The power of the wind is transmitted back from the sails or ‘sweeps’ by means of the central ‘windshaft’ passing back into the cap. On the inner end of the rotating windshaft is the ‘brake wheel’ which drives a bevel gearwheel or ‘wallower’ perched on top of the main (vertical) driveshaft. This power turns the three sets of grinding stones below. The sails would have been covered with canvas sailcloth. The amount of sailcloth used determined the amount of power and this would have been adjusted from within the cap, even while the sails were turning, to suit the particular grinding requirements at any given time. Ballycopeland produced oatmeal and wheatmeal for human consumption, as well as animal feed such as shelled and bruised oats, yellow meal (from maize), kibbled (crushed) grain for poultry and ground peas and beans.[3]

The visitor centre at the miller’s house features an electrically operated model of the mill and hands-on experience of milling. There is also a restored corn-drying kiln.

Interlocking towers. At one time, these structures could be found across the country on almost every rail line. Towards the end of the 20th century, their numbers were endangered. In 2020, they are very close to extinction.

 

In Chicago, the Midwest rail capital of the country, towers were commonplace. They were everywhere. Short of facts and figures, I would venture to say that Chicago had more interlocking towers than any other city in the U.S.

 

While the lion's share of towers now exist in only film or memory, a precious few still survive. These towers guard and the control the most complex of interlockings; those of which were too large to automate or require too much attention to manage. Western Avenue Tower falls into both of those categories.

 

Welcome to Tower A-2, an epic interlocking that has no equal within several hundred miles. The tower was built to control the Milwaukee Road's crossing of the Chicago and North Western. Each line had 4 mainline tracks!

 

The easiest, and most common, method for one railroad to cross another is by the use of diamonds. At Western Avenue, the installation of diamonds was not possible due to the angles at which rails would intersect one another.

 

At Tower A-2, trains traverse a maze of doubleslip switches and moveable point diamonds on their journey into and out of Chicago. The huge Union Switch and Signal Model 14 Interlocking Machine allows operators to operate these switches and keep the steady parade of trains moving without delay.

 

In my early years as a fan in Toledo, I spent many hours in Conrail's Alexis Tower and Ann Arbor's Hallett Tower. Of the two, Alexis was the largest and busiest. Both pale in comparison to A-2 in ever way.

 

One aspect of towers that made them most enjoyable were the operators. The men that worked in Alexis and Hallett were very good to me as a yound fan. The same goes for the professionals staffing A-2 today. Thank you for the visit!

 

As a locomotive engineer with 26 years at the throttle, I have seen my share of towers padlocked. In total, on territory which I am qualified from Pittsburgh to Chicago, 13 interlocking were closed. A few towers still stand today, but most were sadly razed. I miss sharing a friendly wave with the operators that once worked them as we passed by.

 

Fingers crossed for longevity A-2. It truly is a Western Avenue Wonder!

New Year 2015. Mummers Parade

 

The Mummers Parade is held each New Year's Day in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA. It is believed to be the oldest folk festival in the United States.

 

Local clubs (usually called "New Years Associations") compete in one of four categories (comics, fancies, string bands, and fancy brigades). They prepare elaborate costumes, performance routines, and moveable scenery, which take months to complete. This is done in clubhouses – many of which are on or near 2nd Street

 

The Barton Swing Aqueduct is a moveable navigable aqueduct in Barton upon Irwell, Greater Manchester, England.

 

It carries the Bridgewater Canal across the Manchester Ship Canal. The swinging action allows large vessels using the ship canal to pass underneath and smaller craft, both narrowboats and broad-beam barges to cross over the top. The aqueduct, the first and only swing aqueduct in the world

It could, I guess, be called a counterfactual. I can't really imagine that I would like to be 'out of the swing of the sea', as a favorite poet of mine sings. In fact, one of the things I aesthetically don't appreciate about the Apocalypse is the statement that there will in Future Paradise no longer be a sea. Anyway... I don't want now to argue with the theologians, ;-).

Here I was high up in the Hound's Snout Barrico with my back to the Sublime Sea (see inset).

Scrounging around in all its dryness I saw on a flowering shrub of Tenerife Stinkweed this moveable Halved Plasterer Bee. The 'dimidiatus' is for its appearance as two halves; just look at that narrow waste. And aren't the eyes to die for!

Now this , my dear friends ,

is pure art ! ;-)

 

metacognitively

obviously

 

"DREAM" reflected

 

www.davidwhyte.com/english-poetry/#Mameen

www.youtube.com/watch?v=9fOw-T4HdRA

 

Thank you in advance to everyone that comments and/or faves my picture. They are all immensely appreciated.

 

May the silence make you strong.

 

Love After Love

 

The time will come

when, with elation

you will greet yourself arriving

at your own door, in your own mirror

and each will smile at the other's welcome,

 

and say, sit here. Eat.

You will love again the stranger who was your self.

Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart

to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

 

all your life, whom you ignored

for another, who knows you by heart.

Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

 

the photographs, the desperate notes,

peel your own image from the mirror.

Sit. Feast on your life.

 

Derek Walcott

  

WHAT TO REMEMBER WHEN WAKING

 

In that

 

first

 

hardly noticed moment

 

In which you wake,

 

coming back

 

To this

 

life

 

from the other

 

More secret,

 

moveable and frighteningly honest

world

 

Where everything began,

there is a small opening

into the new day

 

Which closes the moment

you begin your plans.

 

What you can plan

is too small for you

to live.

 

What you can live

wholeheartedly

will make plans enough

 

For the vitality

hidden

in your sleep.

 

To be human

is to become visible

 

While carrying

what is hidden

as a gift

 

To others.

 

To remember the other world

in this world

 

Is to live in your true inheritance.

 

You are not

 

a troubled guest on this earth,

 

You are not an accident

amidst other accidents

 

You were invited from another

and greater

 

night

 

Than the one

from which you have just emerged.

 

Now, looking through the slanting light of the morning window

toward the mountain presence

 

Of everything

that can be

 

What urgency calls you to your one love?

 

What shape waits

in the seed of you

 

To grow and spread its branches

against a future sky?

 

Is it waiting in the fertile sea?

 

In the trees beyond the house?

 

In the life you can imagine for yourself?

 

In the open and lovely white page on the writing desk?

 

David Whyte

 

www.flickr.com/photos/macaco9/7448381872/

 

Leeuwenstein Castle;

Seat of the local government in Vught, the Netherlands

 

Located in the center of Vught amid a clutch of historic buildings, the elliptically shaped new town hall stands out both for its striking shape and site.

 

Its inclining structure flows from five to six levels. The ground floor looks transparent, which gives rise to the feeling that the main tower floats above it. A large natural lake, symbolizing « Vught, » which means « moisture, » surrounds the complex.

The council of Vught opted to accommodate all municipal functions, excluding the council chamber, in the new building. At the main entry, located at the corner of two streets, the entrance is recessed from the envelope of the building.

 

Although the level of the floor in the central chamber is approximately one foot lower than the connecting pavement, visitors rarely notice the incline since they are instead captivated by light emanating from the open interior. A central atrium with a glass roof forms the building’s heart. Offices wrap around this open space. Walls on the perpendicular axes of the facia are clad by densely perforated moveable timber partitions, while glass comprises most other walls and doors, creating an enormous feeling of spaciousness.

 

Due in part to its deeply recessed bands of windows, the elliptical tower expresses a powerfully horizontal thrust. In the facia, each level features two bands of windows. The lower band projects at eye level, providing views from the staff offices inside, while the upper band is located directly under the ceiling, allowing daylight to penetrate deep into the building.

 

On the east and north sides, these bands of windows are larger than on the south and west sides—this difference takes advantage of the sun’s orientation. Anthracite-colored ceramic slates clad other striated bands in the facia.

 

Formal name of project: Town Hall

Location: Vught, The Netherlands

Gross square footage: 59,200 sq. ft.

Total Construction Cost: $11.3 million

Owner: Vught Municipal Executive

 

source: adesigndaily.wordpress.com/2012/08/20/town-hall-vught-the...

 

_______________________________________________

 

Raadhuis Vught ‘Leeuwenstein’, Leeuwensteinplein 5, Vught

 

Een van de opvallendste gebouwen in de gemeente Vught is het fraaie raadhuis. Voordat dit gebouw daadwerkelijk als raadhuis gebruikt werd, stond het bekend als landhuis Leeuwenstein.

In 1753 bouwde de beroemde jurist en historicus mr. Johan Hendrik van Heurn het pand als buitenverblijf. Zijn zoon Johan moest in 1794 op Leeuwenstein, ’s-Hertogenbosch overgeven aan de Franse generaal Pichegru.

 

In 1901 liet de bankier Herman van Rijckevorsel de oude villa afbreken om plaats te maken voor de huidige Villa Leeuwenstein.

Deze villa is gebouwd in een neogotische architectuur met statige trapgevels, kantelen en torens. In 1937 werd de villa door architect Valk verbouwd tot raadhuis.

Veel (lokale) kunstenaars en ambachtslieden leverden een bijdrage. De buitenzijde werd wit geschilderd.

 

source: Wikipedia

Another shot from my visit to Bloomberg’s new European Headquarters for Open House on Saturday 22nd September. Many buildings only have one standout area for photography. For this one there are 2 with the spiral stair in the upper atrium in the previous image and this location in the ground floor reception area. It is called the Vortex and is a twisted wood-panelled structure that is part hallway and part work of art. Its 3 leaning walls with no columns to support their weight are a structural first for a building this size. The passage to the left leads to lifts to the upper floors. There is a reflective silver ceiling which is part of an artwork by Olafur Eliasson.

 

Places were only available by pre-booking which I secured in August as soon as booking opened. The building was only opened in October 2017 so a first in Open House. The building was certainly the highlight of the weekend for me. As with all Open House buildings it is free to visit. Good impressions were added to as while we waited for our 45 minute tour to start free hot drinks, soft drinks and biscuits were provided. Also a 50 page booklet about the building was given out to keep. The Guide told us at the start that photos were allowed but not videos. Later when I started taking shots a security guard came up to me and asked what the Guide told me about photos, I told him and he muttered he was not sure about that and he would go and check with his supervisor. He didn’t bother me again. I have heard that the following day they changed policy to allow pictures only with mobile phones but later reverted to also allowing SLR’s. Certainly from a security perspective the distinction is no longer relevant with the quality of some Smartphones these days.

 

The picture was taken handheld. The image was taken with a Sony A68 with a Sigma 10-20 mm lens at 10mm. I took 3 shots for HDR processed in Photomatix using Tone Balancer for a natural look. . Then I used Topaz Clarity for more detail and Topaz DeNoise to correct a little noise. Unsharp mask with settings of 42 amount and 42 radius was used for more pop on the woodwork. A layer mask was used to remove the effect from highlights. At the top of the picture one of the moveable lights was pointed towards me creating flare. I got over that by cloning some of the light panels from the left to cover it. I wanted to avoid cropping to keep in the curves at the top.

 

For my Photography books Understand Your Camera and Compose Better Pictures see My Author Page USA or My Author Page UK

 

Please visit my │ Facebook Page

 

For Galleries, Prints and Licences see Edwin Jones Photography

 

In 1675-6 George Wheler (1651-1724) with his French friend Jacques Spon (1647-1685) made an extended voyage through Greece and the Near and Middle East. They collected just about everything on which they could lay their hands: coins, manuscripts, moveable sculpture, all sorts of naturalia, among which plants. Both wrote engaging accounts of their plundering itinerary.

On his return to England Wheler was elected a member of the Royal Society, and a degree was conferred on him by the university of Oxford in gratitude for having received from Wheler his enormous collection of manuscripts (400!) and dried plants in four volumes. But ten years later his scientific fortune declined and he was expelled from the Royal Society.

Did he weep?

In any case, he didn't call this Salix 'babylonica' but rather 'orientalis'; Joseph Pitton de Tournefort (1656-1708) points to Wheler as his point-man for the Salix that the latter and Spon had seen at Bursa in 1676. A bit later, great Linnaeus refers to Tournefort and says it's already growing in George Clifford's famous garden not far from The Hague in 1737. He's the first - as far as I'm aware - to call it 'babylonica'. If you're literary inclined it's only a small step from that word to 'Weeping' (Psalm 137); and if you're more of a phenomenologist the Willow as you see it will conjure up 'weeping' as well.

The Shark River Drawbridge is a bascule style moveable bridge built by the New York and Long Branch Railroad in 1937. It carries NJ Transit’s North Jersey Coast Line over the mouth of the Shark River between the towns of Belmar and Avon-by-the-Sea, NJ. Between the years of 2013 and 2014, the bridge was rehabilitated by replacing the original wooden piers of the fixed approach spans with more sturdy concrete ones. The bridge is seen here carrying Long Branch to Bay Head train 4745 westbound over the waters of the Shark River in Belmar.

 

In the background, you can see the NJ Route 71 moveable bridge open while undergoing testing for the upcoming summer months.

 

NJT 4745 @ Shark River Draw, Belmar, NJ

NJT ALP-45DP 4502

"The last Metroid is in captivity. The galaxy is at peace..."

 

Support it on LEGO Ideas:

ideas.lego.com/projects/0ca0ae99-d79e-4fb2-91c1-332aee51220d

 

Team up with Samus Aran, the toughest bounty hunter in the galaxy, and help her to take the dangerous last Metroid infant out of planet SR388. Then carry it aboard her iconic gunship and take off!

 

Based on the classic "Metroid" videogame franchise from Nintendo, this building toy features the bounty hunter's most recognisable vessel, as well as some key elements from the entire series.

 

Carry the jar with the Metroid in suspended animation inside the cargo hold.

Move the Technic liftarm to drop Samus inside the gunship to restore health and ammo. Then withdraw the axle at the back to exit the gunship via the lower hatch.

Remove the windscreen to access the cockpit.

Flaps can be open to reveal some inner details.

Modify the exposed intakes to conceal them.

Includes two moveable stud shooters.

Adjust the three bottom pads to land in any surface.

Open the secret door to drop Samus as a Morph Ball.

Includes a minifigure of Samus Aran's iconic Power Suit.

 

Samus next mission: to become part of a new LEGO Ideas product.

She NEEDS YOU. Can you help her? Now is your turn!

Support the project so we can achieve our mission accomplished at 100%.

The Silvretta Alps are a mountain range of the Central Eastern Alps shared by Tirol, Vorarlberg (both in Austria) and Graubünden (Switzerland). The Austrian states of Tirol and Vorarlberg are connected by a pass road (Silvretta Hochalpenstraße at 2032 m). The majority of the peaks are elevated above three thousand metres and are surrounded by glaciers. Thus, the area is also known as the "Blue Silvretta".

 

According to the Alpine Clubs, the Silvretta Alps are outlined from other groups by the following borders: St. Gallenkirch - Ill river as far as Partenen - Zeinisjoch - Zeinisbach - Paznauntal as far as Ischgl - Fimbertal - Fimber Pass - Val Chöglias - Val Sinestra - Inn River from the mouth of the Branclabach to the mouth of the Susasca - Val Susasca - Flüela Pass - Davos - Wolfgang - Laretbach - Klosters - Schlappinbach - Schlappiner Joch - Valzifensbach - Gargellental - St. Gallenkirch

 

The Silvretta Alps are surrounded by the Rätikon, Verwall and Samnaun ranges.

 

The Piz Buin is not the highest, but the most popular peak of the range. It can relatively easily be ascended from north or south through glaciers and stretches of easy climbing.

 

The Silvretta is famous for its skiing especially its many backcountry skiing possibilities. In the 1920s Ernest Hemingway was staying in the region for a winter (he lived at Schruns in Montafon, Austria). Later, he wrote a couple of short stories about his skiing experiences in the Silvretta. Some of these short stories are to be found in A moveable feast.

 

source: Wikipedia

Detroit Bridge, A5063, Trafford Road swing bridge, Trafford Park, Manchester - 1953. Originally used as a railway bridge crossing the ship canal.

The Winter Palace. Moveable Palace Bridge. St. Petersburg.

 

Зимний дворец. Разведённый Дворцовый мост. Санкт-Петербург

A moveable feast of pomegranates and apples in Kathmandu Nepal.

The Christian feastday of Pentecost, which is celebrated ten days after Ascension Thursday, commemorates the descent of the Holy Spirit upon the Apostles and other followers of Jesus Christ while they were in Jerusalem celebrating the Feast of Weeks, as described in the Acts of the Apostles. Some Christians believe this event represents the birth of the Church. Since the Feast of the Ascension occurs forty days after Easter, Pentecost is a moveable feast.

 

When you read about Pentacost in the Bible it came with a lot of fire. Must have been some party.

“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.”

 

― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

The food is amazing in Indonesia, especially the street food, and sometimes you only have to stand still and it comes to you!

WHAT TO REMEMBER WHEN WAKING

 

In that first

hardly noticed moment

 

In which you wake,

coming back

 

To this life

from the other

 

More secret,

moveable and frighteningly honest

world

 

Where everything began,

there is a small opening

into the new day

 

Which closes the moment

you begin your plans.

 

What you can plan

is too small for you

to live.

 

What you can live

wholeheartedly

will make plans enough

 

For the vitality

hidden

in your sleep.

 

To be human

is to become visible

 

While carrying

what is hidden

as a gift

 

To others.

 

To remember the other world

in this world

 

Is to live in your true inheritance.

 

You are not

a troubled guest on this earth,

 

You are not an accident

amidst other accidents

 

You were invited from another

and greater

night

 

Than the one

from which you have just emerged.

 

Now, looking through the slanting light of the morning window

toward the mountain presence

 

Of everything

that can be

 

What urgency calls you to your one love?

 

What shape waits

in the seed of you

 

To grow and spread its branches

against a future sky?

 

Is it waiting in the fertile sea?

In the trees beyond the house?

In the life you can imagine for yourself?

 

In the open and lovely white page on the writing desk?

 

---David Whyte

 

“… you could see the spring coming each day until a night of warm wind would bring it suddenly in one morning. Sometimes the heavy cold rains would beat it back so that it would seem that it would never come and that you were losing a season out of your life. “…” When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason.”

― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

My theme for 2016 is: 52 months in a year...beginning with June of 2006.

 

I took this photo in January of 2007.

“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.”

― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

  

Windows album on www.flickr.com/photos/lumenscript/albums/72157678808717892

"You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason." ― A Moveable Feast, by Ernest Hemingway.

 

EVENTS:

@Fameshed.

  

DETAILS:

Check my new blog where you can find everything, with picture, information, etc (blogspot).

And check my picture information here too. In my tumblr blog.

An Exciting Journey through Europe on an Interactive Floor Map.

 

Aha! Here is the long-suffering Greece ! It still exists ...

 

Experiencing European Politics at Europe’s Parliamentary Centre with an impressive array of interactive multimedia tools to give citizens,tourists and local residents a unique insight into the European Parliament and the other European institutions.

 

The area "United in Diversity" takes centre stage.

The central feature of the display is the floor map that stretches out in front of visitors for them to walk on.

 

The interactive floor map takes visitors on a virtual tour around the European Union,illustrates its diversity and highlights what contributions the European Union has made to each country.

 

The Parlamentarium is dynamic and interactive by design.

The walk on the "Ground of Stories" involves a 200m² map of Europe with over 90 interactive points.Moveable screens act as media guides,allowing visitors to travel to a country or region of interest.It displays spectacularly all the ins and outs of how the European Parliament works,how European unification came about and how Members of the European Parliament address todays challenges.

 

It shows a Europe with no borders,where you can explore Europe by means of a mobile "ground-of-stories scanner",and at "hot spots",as they are called,you get information about European institutions and events.A 3D LED cloud in the outline of Europe is suspended from the ceiling of the space.On this charted sky,opinion polls are displayed.

 

The two circular rooms, “Daily Life” and “Parliament” , face each other on both sides of the “United in Diversity" area and they immerse the visitors in a 360-degree film presentation.

 

On what foundations is Europe built?

 

What will European Cooperation look like in the future?

 

As Europeans we face many challenges,we live in an ever more globalised,competitive world although it is divided.And while most of us take democracy for granted,it also seems under increasing threat, both in principle and practice.

 

We are parts of a greater whole and our needs are the needs of all ; we should embrace the self of a union and the self of humanity.Each one of us is no more than a single cell in the living body of the hive mind ...

 

There is a better Europe,and we want it.They can develop a strategy for congruous and unified responses on euro-related issues ...

  

Der Palmsonntag ist der sehste und letzte Sonntag der Fastenzeit und der Sonntag vor Ostern.Am Palmsonntag wird des Einzugs Jesu Christi in Jerusalem gedacht. Zum Zeichen seines Königtums jubelte das Volk ihm zu und streute dem nach Jerusalem Kommenden Palmzweige .

 

Palm Sunday is a Christian moveable feast that falls on the Sunday before Easter. The feast commemorates Jesus' triumphal entry into Jerusalem, an event mentioned in each of the four canonical Gospels.[3]

 

In most liturgical churches Palm Sunday is celebrated by the blessing and distribution of palm branches or the branches of other native trees representing the palm branches the crowd scattered in front of Christ as he rode into Jerusalem.

(Wikipedia)

 

Ihr seht hier die Palastmauer der Medina von Rabat

 

Here you can see the palace wall of the Medina of Rabat

Some of these shots are nothing more than working towards completing the album. Quite a few after this so my apologies.

 

This was the larger of two ballrooms. Moveable walls could separate it into two or three different spaces at the same time.

 

Sensational Sunday to you my friend.

 

If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.

Ernest Hemingway

@petra

 

"If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast."

~Ernest Hemingway

Sunday, October 30th, 2016 marked the last Providence & Worcester passenger train to run under P&W ownership. The "Two Rivers" passenger excursion is seen here enroute to the Valley Railroad crossing the Shaw Cove moveable bridge at New London, CT on Amtrak's Shore Line.

 

At 12:01a on November 01, 2016 the P&W will officially become a property of the Genesee & Wyoming. This will add a third major regional railroad to the G&W's New England operations alongside the New England Central and the Connecticut Southern. Time will tell how long before the new ownership begins to show.

 

PW "Two Rivers Special" @ Shaw Cove Moveable Bridge, New London, CT

PW B40-8W 4005

PW B39-8 3907

1 3 4 5 6 7 ••• 79 80