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[christinamac1]

Japan city forgoes applying for government survey on nuclear waste site

27 Sept 23,  https://english.kyodonews.net/news/2023/09/e4f767956477-japan-city-forgoes-applying-for-govt-survey-on-nuclear-waste-site.html The mayor of Tsushima in southwestern Japan said Wednesday he has decidedagainst applying to the state for a preliminary survey to gauge the islandcity’s suitability to host an underground disposal site for highlyradioactive waste from nuclear power…

[alexrusursa]

Where do you plan to travel next❓🗺🧭 📌Ortigia Island 🏛 After getting lost through Ortigia me and my travel buddy finally got to the Duomo di Ortigia. The piazza is huge and there are some restaurants where you can eat, however these were closed at the time we were there because of Covid Reasons. ⛪ I really love the decorations and the attention on details on these italian duomos. It is simply amazing. 🌆 I really recommend wondering in these touristic cities without any purpose as you will find amazing places not necesarily recommended by the travel blogs or websites. Follow me for more "getting lost" tips and tricks and stories: @alexrusu.rsa #ortigiaduomo #ortigiatrip #triptoortigia #islandofortigia #lifeasatraveller #duomosofitaly #lifestylechange #travellifestyle #italianduomo #sicilianduomo #sicilianpiazza #piazza #piazzaduomo #urbanphotography #urbanlandscape #oldcity #oldbuildings #oldchurch #islandcity #ancientcity #historicbuildings #beuatifularchitecture #oldarchitecture #architecturalphotography #architecturaldetail #buildingdecorations #marblebuilding #youngexplorer #exploringmediterraneansea #exploringmediterraneancities (at Piazza Duomo Ortigia.) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRn23cWFMpM/?utm_medium=tumblr

[johnnyblackuk]

The church is always open. Garrison church, Old Portsmouth, Hampshire . . #IslandCity, Southsea, Portsmouth. . All Instagram images are available to purchase from www.johnnyblackphotography.co.uk Or email at johnnyblack@hotmail.co.uk Or call 07818657841 . #landscape_lovers #photoshooting #photographylovers #photooftheday #photographerlife #landscapehunter #photoofthedays #landscapestyles #photographerlifestyle #photographerspb #photographerlovers #photoshootingday #landscape_kings #photographer_pics #landscape_lover #landscapecaptures #landscapesofnorway #landscapedesign #landscape_hunter #photographycontest #landscapephotos #photographyworkshop #photographynature #landscapelighting #photographyblog #landscape_focus_on #photographyclass #photographyisart #landscapelove (at Johnny Black National Award Winning Photography)

[hansstruzyna-blog]

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Check out the preview for the Best of Alameda @the_local_alameda @alamedaislandbrewing @books_inc @dansfresh #alamedaca #local #islandcity #localbusiness #alamedaisland #alamedaislandbrewingcompany #dansfreshproduce (at Hans Struzyna Real Estate Team)

[eyesonthethrone]

Island City & Careless Presents: “Welcome to Island City” Co-presented by: @enjoyglobe & @univers.ph Powered by @blacktunaph 1st FLOOR: AXON 3pm-10pm (no entry fee) WELCOME TO ISLAND CITY (FAIR) 3rd FLOOR: THE EYE 11pm-2am (BY INVITATION ONLY) CARELESS PRESENTS: “THE ISLAND CITY PLAYLIST” LISTENING PARTY Performances by: @duaneinsane @manilamoney @debbiemorena_ Media Partners: @mega_magazine @status_magazine @kumuph @995Playfm @Magic899 @rankmagazine ——————————— Art by: @nomadsink (Live tattoo) @cab_nov (Mural) @newleeroy (Installation) @mvltiverse (Installation) More information to be announced this week on @islandcityph #WelcomeToIslandCity #IslandCity (at Green Sun) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1V5lzwDXTE/?igshid=1n3379fpjclrw

[rezagrats]

忍法隠身の術 #butterflyparadise #butterflygarden #kashii #islandcity #照葉 #アイランドシティ中央公園 #ぐりんぐりん #コノハ蝶 #2019年8月18日 #fukuokacity #隠身の術 (at ぐりんぐりん) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1U_wtdgbKG/?igshid=1oz6lrth4ly26

[travellingwithmyself]

Three stories of inbetween emotions.

Yellow Cotton Candy

Children chased one another, some rolled on the grass, a few flew kites, and I wondered why us adults paint a grim picture of children today and their missed childhood.

Perched I was on the window of Shish Gumbaz at Lodhi Garden with a book on me as these scenes played out in front.

Our eyes me briefly. He had on him a packet of chips, while I was relentless to find inspiration through the poetry volume purchased earlier that day. A short time after we were sitting beside one another. He climbed his way through to reach where I was. There was something so confident about him that I instantaneously was nervous. Butterflies fluttered with knowing him being seated so close to me. To be immersed with a book or deeply engaged on one’s smartphone, is a modern day hint to not be disturbed. It did not stop him.

I closed the book and watched him dust his palms which were red and soiled. He had the most luscious eyelashes.  He asked my name and I was a girl again. – A girl who was shy and introvert. Without an eye contact I introduced myself to Shahid and we shook hands.

He began to narrate quite vividly how the door next to the window I sat was haunted, and I mustn’t be near it once the sun drops down the horizon. I was muchly amused at his imagination and the effort put in to make an impression, to portray himself as Mr Know-It-All under the garb of a concerned citizen. More stories as these followed and what started as a question-answer segment turned into a conversation. We spoke of our whereabouts somewhere in the midst. He lived with his family at a residential complex near Lodhi and I was born and raised in Bombay.

“Are you a Hindu or a Muslim, Charu?” A question similar - about caste - I have been asked often travelling through different and remote parts of India for leisure and at times for work. Although being asked by a thirteen year old had me fumble for words. In a shabbily constructed sentence I responded, “I do not follow any religion or believe in any God”. He smiled and said Okay. Respect children for who they are, and they’ll reciprocate. There was something endearing of the question he had. Endearing because, while he was made aware of his identity, the worldly finesse to identify a person’s ethnicity based on their name he was not yet introduced to.

Immersed in thought, I was pulled away by Shahid’s playful voice. He wanted to know if I be interested to play with him. We raced, then we raced again to explore a few more Mughal structures simultaneously exchanging our lives during these competitions. He talked about school, I of work and both of us of our friends. He lit up as he shared his dream to see and trek to the North Pole. He loved to climb and explore mountains and hills and exclaimed how the view from there be spellbinding. He then began to talk of his family and how all of them had to leave their home and homeland Afghanistan five years earlier. He was eight. The journey from his home to the big city of Kabul was memorable as he alongwith his brothers was seated on the roof of a bus. I listened as he drew upon his memories with childlike enthusiasm and longing. All the while using hands to animate his feelings and at times without words coming out of his mouth; in a way his gestures were ready to express but words yet to pace up.

The language of pain and longing is different for different people. I wonder then why are we so possessed to flatten those experiences with uniform words, phrases and lines.

It was dusk. With light on a decline every passing second, I was still perched on the window of Shish Gumbaz. I notice Shahid circumnavigate as his brothers walked and conversed. I walk again the cement path which led me to the Gumbaz. Missing was a good-bye. A man selling cotton candy passes by, and as children perform a gesture to form and seal the bond of friendship, I purchase two yellow ones. I hurry back only to be greeted with Shahid’s older brothers. As brothers do they teased him for talking to a girl, and he was now shy to see me. With an enormous smile I hand them one of the yellow cotton candy alongwith my good-bye.

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The Neem

Have you ever looked at a tree and felt inexpressive, silent, confused of what you are feeling, knowing well the churn of emotions your body is experiencing?

There’s a Neem tree seen from the window. It giggles in monsoon, sheds with autumn and lush in summer. It’s crisp during morning, cooling with mid-day and glistens till sunset. Each morning as I wake up to Ma’s voice only to go back to sleep again, for the briefest time in between I catch a glimpse of the Neem. And as I gaze, a sea of emotions rouse. Unable to determine what I’m feeling, I calm them and resume with slumber. Each day. And thus far, I am unable to gather what is it I feel and why is it I feel what I feel. “We do language”, said the extraordinary Toni Morrison. Yet, I have no vocabulary for this brief moment every morning.

Sometimes as I gaze at it later during the day, I imagine, feel and think the Neem is trying to have a conversation, help me with my inability of words. I am unable to understand it though. Often I suspect, humankind’s transactional attitude towards nature is the reason for this incapability: to have trees around because they are natural air purifiers, are pleasing to look at and be amid than genuine love, care and remembering them. The humankind has distanced themselves from nature even after creating one – an urban oasis, so to speak.  We call them ‘the greens’, ‘green cover’ as that’s what they have become for us. A pleasing soothing green to look at, greens which we need to survive, not to connect with.

Time and again, I feel the strongest urge to have a vocabulary for those fleeting emotions from mornings’. And at most times, I’m happy to be unable to express. Because to express can lead to categorising them. There also are rare moments when I feel it can lead to what Hermann Hesse described as ‘an incomparable joy’.

Till then, I wait. Patiently. Still gazing at the Neem each morning. For the language to come to me, for I to hear the Neem. 

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City, you...

“I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.” - Anaïs Nin

This was how my relationship with the city I was born and raised in was and, still somewhat is. The city, which many from literary circles see as an ongoing poetry, knows that I have not been fond of her. Yet, she cares. Each time I was back from a journey, she would and still does embrace me with warmth.

I haven’t grown fond of her, but something has changed. I do not feel the claustrophobia I once anymore. I do not all the time feel the need to get away from her. Now, well, I want to see what she offers if I stay put. The in-transit feeling which I was perpetually surrounded with makes very little sense every passing day. 

No! I have found no home in you, you island city, but I most surely have made peace with you. I do very much possess the intense and overcoming desire to roam, somewhat akin to the manner in which poet Nissim Ezekiel roamed, whether to move on to another job, another place, another manner of writing; though for the recent time that has passed, I am able to find stillness and calm with you, you city with swarms of people – within the tight lanes that become pitches on Sundays’ for a game of cricket, the wires resembling vines which run through and are the markers of old neighbourhoods’ and well-lived bazaars where an alienated life seems an unlikely possibility, the time worn eateries (or Hotel as they are called) where the roars from electric fans drowns out the chatter of diners and to share a table with a stranger is a norm, also the quiet gentrified cafes with sky and sunlight peeking through them, perhaps to check how things are, or the soothing knocks of raindrops gently reminding the change of season; the gulmohar carpeted tarmac of summer, the jamun painted concrete canvas of housing societies, the mesmerising ballerina spin which the leaves perform during autumn before they become the colour of earth, and sitting by the promenade to the sound of the waves alongside thousand others, several among us laughing hard, some feeling loved, each of us gently and animatedly making a memory of the day we’d. My intimacy with you exists between these spaces, you city of vernacular monsoon.  

(Photoshot  - Nandini Pai, Bambai ki ek angdaai leti shaam)

[fieldingslowereast-blog]

The #hustle and #bustle of Front Street in #hamiltonbermuda. #islandlife#Bermuda#city#islandcity#gotobermuda#ahhbermuda #relax#wednesday#smile#love#color#blue#yellow#pink#buildings#citylife (at Front Street Hamilton)

[majedalhajri-blog]

Story

A calm day in Southsea at the beach where the sun reflects on the golden sand, sea shells, lifeboat and stones. The day represents the sunset of Portsmouth where the kids were happy to see a traditional British ice cream truck and other people enjoying warm weather.

[geisternatur]

checked out the city of #malchow today and quite frankly fell in love. it basically consists of two districts, the old and the new town. the old city is situated on an island surrounded by the malchow lake and it is connected to the main land via turning bridge and a raised dam. it also is famous for the abbey, on the east shore of the lake, which boasts a gothic revival church but dates back to the 13th century. the malchow lake is also connected to the fleesensee in the east and plauer see in the west, both lakes are also connected to even more lakes which basically constitute the mecklenburg lake district. water is essential in this region, it defines it and is the foundation for the people living here. it is a region that needs tourists to survive, because otherwise it would be a pretty forgotten part of germany. there are places here that are so far deep in the backwater that you don't even have a good phone line connection. experiencing this and seeing it with my own eyes makes you realize why some people in the east of germany are so frustrated with their living situations... #mecklenburgvorpommern #mecklenburgischeseenplatte #malchowersee #altstadtmalchow #inselstadt #islandcities (hier: Malchow, Mecklenburg-Vorpommern, Germany) https://www.instagram.com/p/B248GD8iJde/?igshid=ook4j53e5jwh

[ideasmithy]

Even the sea doesn't want to see me today. It's low tide but I've never seen it this way, so far away. The sea has always felt like home and my island city like a safe harbour. But today I feel like a prisoner. What a serendipitous time to be reading #LordOfTheFlies. 🦀 #sea #seascape #seascapephotography #seascapes #beach #night #landscape #cityscape #city #citylights #mumbai #marinedrive #islandcity #williamgolding #islands #island #trapped #lowtide #tides (at Marine Drive Mumbai)

[worldbusinessholdings]

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[johnnyblackuk]

Silhouetted South Parade Pier, Southsea. Portsmouth, Hampshire . . #IslandCity, Southsea, Portsmouth. . All Instagram images are available to purchase from www.johnnyblackphotography.co.uk Or email at johnnyblack@hotmail.co.uk Or call 07818657841 . #landscape_lovers #photoshooting #photographylovers #photooftheday #photographerlife #landscapehunter #photoofthedays #landscapestyles #photographerlifestyle #photographerspb #photographerlovers #photoshootingday #landscape_kings #photographer_pics #landscape_lover #landscapecaptures #landscapesofnorway #landscapedesign #landscape_hunter #photographycontest #landscapephotos #photographyworkshop #photographynature #landscapelighting #photographyblog #landscape_focus_on #photographyclass #photographyisart #landscapelove (at Johnny Black National Award Winning Photography)

[charlotte4b]

UPCOMING EXHIBITION IN PORTSMOUTH!

Pieces of Portsmouth is a collaborative exhibition featuring conceptual and abstract images of Portsmouth as captured by https://www.instagram.com/mmm.creative/ and myself.

The exhibition will take place in The Teatray , temple of the local #southseagettho street-art scene and the perfect place to celebrate the artistic potential of our island city.

There will be a special preview evening on Thursday 5th of October 7-9pm. COME ALONG IF YOU’RE AROUND!

The exhibition will then continue from Friday the 6th of October through until Saturday the 14th of October. (à The Teatray, 31 Osborne Road, Southsea)

Exposition en collaboration avec https://www.instagram.com/mmm.creative/ regroupant une vingtaine de photos abstraites de Portsmouth, du 05 au 14 octobre 2017.

Exposición en colaboración con https://www.instagram.com/mmm.creative/ presentando unas veinte fotos abstractas de Portsmouth, del 05 al 14 de octubre del 2017.>

[whoooooman]

HONESTLY, THE KIND OF MUSIC THAT THEY ARE PRODUCING IS NOT MY TYPE BUT DAMN! THE ARTISTS OF ISLAND CITY DESERVE MORE!!!

RAW.

PURE.

YOU NAME IT.

WHEN WILL WE BE CAPABLE OF EMBRACING NEW AND FUN THINGS IN OUR CULTURE?!

TALENT AND PASSION OVERLOAD!

[rezagrats]

ぐりんぐりんへ行った🦋 #butterflyparadise #butterflygarden #kashii #islandcity #照葉 #アイランドシティ中央公園 #ぐりんぐりん #オオゴマダラ #2019年8月18日 #fukuokacity (at ぐりんぐりん) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1U91GMASu2/?igshid=14nj4fjv3z5uk