Would you guess what this is? It is an impressive lock mechanism (from the 16th century) of a big metal box I found in the Citadel of Dinant, Belgium. I really love the shapes, textures and symbols... I took this photo last summer and forgot to share it (I made some edits to improve the details, colors, composition, click to enlarge...). View some of my other photos taken in Belgium.
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A weird machine from another time I found
this afternoon in the streets of Brussels...
(The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX10)
this afternoon in the streets of Brussels...
(The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX10)
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A Little Country Church
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By Pearlie Duncan Walker
‘Twas a little frame Country Church, standing over there.
Many times, I walked this way, under parents' loving care.
We had a special pew, room enough for a babe to have a bed,
As we sat quietly and listened to what the preacher said.
He was a man of God. The Spirit of God, through him, truly ran.
God’s words he spoke to us. He was a Godly man.
We would sing the songs of old, about our Savior’s love
And how awesome it would be when we get to Heaven above.
Our Church was out in the country, beside a lovely wood.
We’d listen to the gentle breeze blowing through the trees, as oft as we could.
It seemed so peaceful, the little Church ever so full of Grace.
Wouldn’t it be a wonder, someday, just to go back and see this place?
I can almost hear the singing now, about how amazing was God’s love;
How the river of life was ever flowing in Heaven, there, above.
When a soul was saved by grace, the Angels would shout and sing
For the victory of our Savior, to Heaven, more souls to bring.
There aren’t as many little Churches, today, standing closely by.
We would have to go back to yesterday, maybe break down and cry.
But those days are gone forever. For, now, we have Churches of brick and stone.
But if we can still, in our hearts go back, then it’s never really gone.
(The poem appeared on Abundantfun.com)
PS : I took the picture in Saint Leon, France
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A Little Country Church
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By Pearlie Duncan Walker
‘Twas a little frame Country Church, standing over there.
Many times, I walked this way, under parents' loving care.
We had a special pew, room enough for a babe to have a bed,
As we sat quietly and listened to what the preacher said.
He was a man of God. The Spirit of God, through him, truly ran.
God’s words he spoke to us. He was a Godly man.
We would sing the songs of old, about our Savior’s love
And how awesome it would be when we get to Heaven above.
Our Church was out in the country, beside a lovely wood.
We’d listen to the gentle breeze blowing through the trees, as oft as we could.
It seemed so peaceful, the little Church ever so full of Grace.
Wouldn’t it be a wonder, someday, just to go back and see this place?
I can almost hear the singing now, about how amazing was God’s love;
How the river of life was ever flowing in Heaven, there, above.
When a soul was saved by grace, the Angels would shout and sing
For the victory of our Savior, to Heaven, more souls to bring.
There aren’t as many little Churches, today, standing closely by.
We would have to go back to yesterday, maybe break down and cry.
But those days are gone forever. For, now, we have Churches of brick and stone.
But if we can still, in our hearts go back, then it’s never really gone.
(The poem appeared on Abundantfun.com)
PS : I took the picture in Saint Leon, France
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Mirror
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By Sylvia Plath (*)
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see, I swallow immediately.
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike
I am not cruel, only truthful –
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me.
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
(The poem appeared on Vmlinux.org)
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Mirror
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By Sylvia Plath (*)
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see, I swallow immediately.
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike
I am not cruel, only truthful –
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me.
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
(The poem appeared on Vmlinux.org)
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(*) Sylvia Plath was an American poet from Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts. Her very short thirty-year life was riddled with stress and depression. Even though she was a very smart and talented young woman, at the age of twenty she tried to commit suicide. Unsuccessful at this task she continued to write, though her work suffered, and became darker and more depressing. A few years later she married and had two children and one miscarriage. Still bothered by this miscarriage and her recent divorce in February of 1963, sadly Sylvia succeeded in her second attempt at suicide, by inhalation of natural gas.
PS : This is a watercolour study (life drawing) made at the Académie Royale des Beaux Arts de Bruxelles.
PS : This is a watercolour study (life drawing) made at the Académie Royale des Beaux Arts de Bruxelles.
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French Singer Henri Salvador Dies
Henri Salvador, the French musician and singer credited with helping inspire both the bossa nova and the music video, has died in Paris aged 90.
Renowned for his booming laugh, elegant crooning and durability, he had planned to record a new album in 2008 and last performed on stage in December.
At the time, he said he was "the only one who can bow out while still alive". In a statement, French President Nicolas Sarkozy said Salvador's death was a cause of "infinite sadness".
"For more than a half-century, with humour and elegance, Henri was the incarnation of the art of song 'a la Francaise,'" he added.
Influence
A legend in his native France, Salvador was also a star in Latin America - particularly in Brazil.
His 1957 song Dans Mon Ile was thought to have inspired Brazilian jazz musician Antonio Carlos Jobim to conceive bossa nova's distinctive rhythm. "When I recorded that little tune, holed up in my apartment in Paris, I could never have imagined it would change musical history," said Salvador said.
And he was among the first performers to set his songs to televised images, prompting some in France to call him the father of the music video.
(Source : BBC News)
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OBITUARY :
French singer of novelty records, jazz and early rock
Henri Salvador, who died on 13 February, 2008, aged 90, was a versatile French singer, most famous for eccentric and silly songs that became popular on French television and the Scopitone video jukeboxes of 1960s Europe.
For songs such as Le Blues du Dentiste (Dentist Blues), Mais Non, Mais Non (But No, But No), Minnie Petite Souris (Little Mouse) and Juanita Banana (Miss Banana), he would film early precursors to the music video, often dressed in ludicrous costumes and pulling silly faces.
Despite this, he was originally a jazz musician and had also played on early French rock ’n’ roll records. As well as his novelty songs, he recorded love songs and ballads and turned his velvety voice to many forms of music during his 70-year career.
Henri Gabriel Salvador was born on 18 July, 1917, in Cayenne, the capital of French Guyana. His family moved to France when he was seven and a few years later he discovered the music of Duke Ellington and Louis Armstrong.
From that moment on he was determined to be a jazz musician, taking up the guitar and learning to play along with Django Reinhardt records. At 16 he began performing in Parisian cabaret clubs, gaining plaudits for his playing and for his comic approach.
In 1935, his hero Django Reinhardt hired him as an accompanist and he also began working for American jazz violinist Eddy South. The Second World War interrupted his jazz career for several years until he was demobbed in 1941.
In occupied France he joined Bernard Hilda's jazz orchestra in Cannes before Ray Ventura spotted his talents as a novelty musician. They went on an English-language revue tour in South America where they entertained American GIs. On returning to France, M Salvador decided to branch out with his own show.
By 1949 he was playing at the most prestigious venues in Paris and won the Grand Prix du Disque for his record Le Loup, La Biche et Le Chevalier (The Wolf, the Deer and The Knight). During the 1950s he played to packed auditoriums in France and was interviewed by Ed Sullivan in America.
Towards the end of the decade he began to experiment with blues, rock and even Caribbean styles. But in 1959, Boris Vian, his songwriting partner on more than 400 compositions (including Rock and Roll-Mops, the first French rock ’n’ roll record), died from a sudden heart attack.
At the start of the ‘60s he concentrated on television presenting in France and Italy, but also founded his own record label. His releases during this decade were his biggest hits. They included Zorro Est Arrivé (Zorro Has Arrived), Syracuse, Le Travail c'est la Santé (Work is Health) and were generally accompanied by a video of M Salvador acting out various comic roles against a gaudy studio backdrop.
During the following decades he continued to release new material and present on television, where he was renowned for his sharp wit and rich laugh. He was also backed by the Walt Disney Corporation and recorded several numbers inspired by their feature films, taking advantage of his popularity with children.
During his later career he returned to his first love, jazz, giving recitals in Europe, North and South America. He was particularly popular among French-speaking communities in Canada and was also awarded the ‘Order of Cultural Merit’ by Brazil’s culture minister.
In 2006, aged 89, he finally retired after the release of his final album, Révérence (Bowing Out). He died of a ruptured aneurysm at his home in Paris. He had been married four times and had one son.
(Source : Lastingtribute.co.uk)
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Gerard Noel
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Stoff Allirot
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Don Quichotte de La Mancha
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Sketches of Marta
(06/06/06-Ben Heine)

Twisted Body Series
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(06/06/06-Ben Heine)



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