“The Dance of the Devils” is an ancient tradition kept for centuries on the Colombia's Caribbean coast. A colorful celebration of Corpus Christi is held in the Kankuamo Indians territory every year. This Christian religious event usually coincides with the summer solstice, which has always been the key point for the native cultures and for the black African slaves. Due to this confluence, the Kankuamo myths, the African animistic rites and other Pre-Columbian features have blended with the Spanish Catholic festival into a lively spectacle.
The whole photostory will come up shortly.
Konec prázdnin se blíží a s ním i konec léta. Stejně jako končí
jeden teplý letní den.
Pentax ME Super; M 50/1,7; Ilford Pan 400; LC29 1+29
Toto je v pravdě historický snímek. Nejen, že je z roku 2006, ale u menhiru Kamenný pastýř u obce Klobuky to dnes vypadá zcela jinak. Bohužel...
Více o vzniku tohoto mého oblíbeného snímku se dočtete v článku Klobucké nabíjení – o vzniku jedné mé oblíbené fotografie.
Použitá technika: Canon EOS 20D + Canon EF 70-200 f/2.8 L USM, ohnisko: 180mm (288mm EQ35mm), clona: 8, expozice: 1/400 s, ISO: 100, formát: RAW, filtr: CPL.
Barevná odchylka v okolíku kmínu lučního (Carum carvi).
Tak jsem včera pohřbil bika
No, vlastně jsem ho nepohřbil, jen jeho ostatky odvezl do sběru. Teď si ze sentimentality procházím fotky a vzpomínám. Tady ve fotoblogu se taky objevil, třeba
Zátiší s bikem, nebo
My bike on the top
Musím říct, za těch šest let a bezmála dvacet tisíc kiláků jsme leccos zažili a leckams se vydrápali. Dovolené po republice jsme vždycky vybírali podle možnosti
zajímavých cyklovýletů a většinu fotek tady ve fotoblogu či starší galerce bych bez bika nepořídil. Užili jsme si i adrenalin, třeba na Muchovmanovi 2006, to jsem pak dva dny ležel v nemocnici,
byly i nějaké šrámy a modřiny z běžných kolizí…po té poslední vážné jsem já už v poho, on bohužel nepřežil…
Jednou jsem si to z projížďky šlapal dom, najednou rána a redaktor černý kroniky měl téma
Co dál?
Nevzdávám to. Zatím procházím katalogy, hledám. Zadání je jednoduché: musí to být "ledalo", individualita a nejlépe láska na první pohled.Uvidíme…
Color deviation in inflorescence of caraway (Carum carvi).
So yesterday I buried my bike
Well, in fact I didn't buried it physically, but I carried its remains to the scrap company. Now I'm passing through of the photos and thinking back. Here in the photoblog are also photos with it,
Still-life with my bike, or
My bike on the top
I have to say, we made a lot of adventures and saw a lot of things during those six years and nearly twenty thousand kilometres. I always chose holiday destination here in
Czech Rep according to possibilities of interisting cycle trips, and most of the photos here in photoblog or older was done thanks to my bike. We, I mean me and my bike, enjoyed also
a lot of the adrenaline, for example during bike raicing Muchovman 2006, then I lay two days in hospital. We also enjoyed few scratches and gashes during common accidents, after the last one
heavy I'm okay for now, it unfortunately did not survive...
Once, I rode home from the bike trip, suddenly CRASH! And Chronicle editor had a theme
What next?
I'm not giving up. For the present I'm passing through a bike catalogues and searching. Requests are simple: it must be "BIKE", with its own individuality and it can be the love at
first sight.I'll see...
Young Moroccan fugitives sleeping on the beach in Tanger (Morocco) after unsuccessful night attempt to cross the port's checkings. See the
Haraga photostory
A tower crane on a construction site during sunset, Malaga, Spain, 18 May 2007. The construction boom in coastal areas of Andalucia was driven by demand for holiday or retirement homes, often for sun-seeking Europeans from the UK, Finland or Sweden, and by the strong immigration, which provided a cheap workforce.
A Good Friday procession in Villavicencio (Colombia) is going up to the town's hill where a Passion play will be presented.
A Maya woman wearing a colorful hand woven headscarf stands in the market of San Francisco El Alto, Guatemala.
A Nicaraguan garbage recycler fights with dogs and vultures over the food rests in La Chureca, the biggest garbage dump in Central America. See the
Life of a Scavenger photostory
Hundreds of kids struggle on the streets of Managua, sniffing glue to avoid hunger and get out of the misery. The glue is the cheapest drug available in every slum in Latin America. It is widely sold to the kids because there is no government control, neither restriction. The police can not intervene because the glue is not legally considered as a drug. Many sniffers end up with permanent brain damage, their motion ability is reduced, some of them keep in unstoppable tremor till the end of the life.
The Sandinista National Liberation Front (in Spanish: Frente Sandinista de Liberación Nacional, or FSLN) is a socialist political party in Nicaragua. The FSLN is one of Nicaragua's two leading parties. Sandinistas took their name from Augusto César Sandino (1895–1934), the historical leader of Nicaragua's nationalist rebellion against the US occupation of the country in the 1930s. In 1979 the FSLN overthrew the Somoza dynasty and ruled Nicaragua from 1979 to 1990. They left power in 1990 after free elections.
Colombian female gold miners bending over to pan gold in a mine in Choco, the large inaccessible rainforest jungle area in the western lowlands of Colombia. Nearly all women complain of a backache. They suffer from malaria, tropical fevers and parasitic deseases due to the working conditions. See the
Women Gold Miners photostory
