tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64016303448554920912024-02-07T03:15:58.218+01:00Daan Verhoevenfreediver, photographer, phaticisterAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17383761993178505909noreply@blogger.comBlogger732125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401630344855492091.post-19640738341552752182013-08-17T19:10:00.001+02:002013-08-17T19:10:27.672+02:00freediving / freerunning chepstow<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17383761993178505909noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401630344855492091.post-74816646146701434482013-07-18T17:43:00.000+02:002013-07-18T17:43:20.041+02:00AIDA pool world championships, Belgrade<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Here's a compilation i did of the 10 days of work at the AIDA pool world championship in Belgrade. 4 world records were set there, and i had the privilege and pleasure of recording them all.<br />
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Here are some of the record dives:<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17383761993178505909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401630344855492091.post-68451453056550740392013-07-14T19:09:00.003+02:002013-07-14T19:09:57.402+02:00freerunning meets freediving, part I<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17383761993178505909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401630344855492091.post-26213481372143759702013-05-15T18:07:00.000+02:002013-05-15T18:09:50.412+02:00Georgina Miller 104 meters dynamic no fins<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
After a tough working week George did 6:15 static and managed to do this long swim in the span of 2 hours at a little competition in Manchester organized by <a href="http://www.learn2freedive.com/">Steve Millard</a><br />
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And do some posing for me<br />
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Strong kitten, that one.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17383761993178505909noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401630344855492091.post-67940373959459362812013-04-27T16:58:00.000+02:002013-04-27T16:58:51.458+02:00Peter B does London<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I don't want to brag -but i'm gonna. I have some of the most extraordinary friends: philosophers, gardeners, world champions, DJ's, builders, bee keepers and rock stars. One such rock star, Swedish tallest a cappella singer Peter B, came to visit, and we had the kind of debauched week you'd expect from such a tour, which was entirely Freudian<br />
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He was here to enjoy the season, but screw springtime<br />
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Rock stars like him like getting high<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8686147478/" title="peter b and shard by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="peter b and shard" height="800" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8396/8686147478_b5f6bf6af9_c.jpg" width="534" /></a><br />
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and doing lines<br />
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lots of lines, to the point of exhaustion<br />
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so we ended the trip resting in the country with some groupies<br />
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and soaking in some culture from lesser rock gods<br />
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Next time i'm going on tour with him i'm packing an underwear-proof umbrella.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17383761993178505909noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401630344855492091.post-44759933937795226212013-04-20T11:52:00.000+02:002013-04-20T11:52:37.987+02:00back in 60 seconds version 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Here's a different edit of a video i posted <a href="http://daanverhoeven.blogspot.co.uk/2013/03/back-in-60-seconds.html">earlier</a> . This was my initial edit, and i quite liked it, but we were never sure about which music should go with the video. Then <a href="http://williamtrubridge.com/">William</a> thought of 'Flight of the Bumblebee' and that was so refreshing and non-traditional, that we went with that song. But last week i was going over some old stuff and came across this version, and figured it was fun enough to publish.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17383761993178505909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401630344855492091.post-68784923530376145802013-04-05T17:39:00.001+02:002013-04-05T17:39:58.747+02:00standing in mid air<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's a bit of a theme this week how some work seems to wait for context before it can be published. In this case, i have a collection of portraits of women underwater, and because i love the contrast of normal clothes out of the ordinary environment, i always like to photograph people with their regular clothes on, instead of wetsuits. Wetsuits do look good underwater, but they also make everyone look the same. Plus it is a challenge for me as an underwater photographer to get the skin tone right; when you get it right, nothing looks better than that refracted light on skin. So now i'm building up this collection but other than the theme of women in regular clothing underwater, i haven't got the final element yet.<br />
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That is, until i hear the song 'Mid air' by <a href="http://paulbuchanan.com/">Paul Buchanan</a>. He used to be the lead singer of a band called the Blue Nile and they had a song 'Let's go out tonight' which was remixed by Craig Armstrong and then used in the series 'Six feet under' etc etc, in any case, when a new album by him is coming i check it out immediately -he's got a great voice. And this song instantly invites me to see women, underwater.<br />
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I love editing to music, it gives such rich context and almost obvious structure, and i get slightly obsessive with songs anyway, so i listen to them incessantly, which is what you need to do when editing. The song fit the images, or the other way around, in any case, after a lot of clicking it clicked. Hope you enjoy as much as i did the process of making it with all these fantastic women. For best effect, please watch in HD.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17383761993178505909noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401630344855492091.post-28321167978285919582013-04-03T21:40:00.000+02:002013-04-03T21:40:56.797+02:00two videos from the Great Northern<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Last month i was at the <a href="http://www.freedivingcompetition.com/">Great Northern</a> comp in Liverpool, as the UW photographer. I also shot two videos there, of my friends <a href="http://www.be-water.nl/">Eric van Riet Paap</a> (Mr Van) and <a href="http://apnea.cz/ranking.html?pid:3352">Mateusz Malina</a> (Mr Mat Malina Mr Mad Mat Malina). Both videos ended up being edited by someone else, in Mr Van's case by Mr Van, and in Mat's case by the organizer of the event, and i like both videos a lot. What i like most about these collaborations is that they end up in a completely different way than what i would have done, and i like this difference.<br />
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Here is Mr Van's dynamic -i was very happy to see him turn at 150 and keep going:<br />
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And here's Mat's effort -he has the record for longest dive recorded, i think it was a 4:45 to 100 something in Free Immersion, so i knew he was going to take his time, and lord in speedo's did he ever:<br />
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And here are my photo's:<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17383761993178505909noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401630344855492091.post-25540292600278184132013-03-31T15:05:00.001+02:002013-03-31T18:17:56.848+02:00and that language is 'poes'<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A couple of lines from different periods come together in this picture<br />
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<i>"you are sweet, papa, you have to stay alive."</i><br />
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The first is one of the unique things my father did: he kept a diary on the things my sister and i said as we grew up and learned to speak. The keeping of such a diary itself might not be unique, but as far as i know, it is the only one that has ever been published. It was a source of endless joy for me as a kid, since the first 3 print runs of the book, between 1976 and 1981, i wasn't in it, and as soon as i discovered that i teased my dad about preferring my sister over me. Plus my sister had to deal with all those embarrassing adults who'd swoon over the adorable things she'd said -none of which she remembered.<br />
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But all good things must end, and in 2000 the book got another edition, this time with an additional chapter: The language of Daniel. I had some fun teasing my dad again, thanking him for finally acknowledging me and rectifying this grave injustice, but then it backfired as it turns out my sister was indeed much funnier and smarter than i was. Pretty much all i said till i was about 5 was 'poes', which means cat. My poor father even had to devise a list of things i meant with 'poes', just to prove to himself i wasn't entirely retarded.<br />
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The translation of that whole piece is this:<br />
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"21-3-'76</div>
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For the second time i'm
witnessing from up close that a child learns how to talk. And despite
all my efforts and focused attention I haven't been able to catch the
phenomenon on a decisive phase that I would like to call 'origin'.
Daniel's language too seems to have been brought from a secretive,
prenatal existence. Only the slowness of its development forces me to
assume that he's learning it from us, gradually and in a way that's not
dictated by us.</div>
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He started later than his
sister, Neeltje. That's apparently normal for boys: hard wood grows
slowly. How he started, I don't know. I suspect in the same way as
all babies and I think that is: by listening to the rhythm and sound
of our sentences. Even before he could say one word, he would talk in
a tone that he knew from us, but without filling in the rhythm with
words.</div>
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He now says three or four
words: poes (cat), papa, da, sometimes mama. But he knows a lot more
of them. What he says is only a fraction of his passive vocabulary. I
know that, because I experiment with it. This morning I said:
'Daantje, give the doll a kiss.' He crawled through his stall, took
the doll and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Other assignments too he
appears to understand well.</div>
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I'm not sure he uses his
limited vocabulary in a truly targeted fashion. He says 'papa' too
when the word doesn't refer to me. Neeltje did the same thing for a
long time. At this moment 'poes' is his favorite word, and has been
for two weeks. He has practiced it for months. First it was pf...
followed by lots of blowing, then 'poe' and only recently 'poes'. He
uses the word very targeted, that is when he sees a cat, also on
television. I really should say that in those moments, he doesn't use
another word or squeak, but immediately says 'poes'. But he calls a
lot of other animals that too. When a dog was here two weeks ago, he
kept saying 'poes' and would not be corrected. He seemed to make it
into a game to keep saying 'poes' and did so with a malicious and
triumphant laugh. 'This is a dog, dog.' 'Poes.' 'No, dog.' 'Poes,
poes, haha.'</div>
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I think something is
going on here that I notticed too late with Neeltje. I thought of it
when I went to get him from his bed yesterday afternoon and this
morning. He was already standing upright, looked around his room and
pointed imperatively -his little index finger not straight ahead, but
in an angle of 145 degrees to his hand- to all sorts of objects, and
with it said 'poes' every time. I can't assume that he saw all that
stuff and those plants as cats. Apparently he wants to greet me into
his world and to do so, he wielded the only word he has the hang of. He greeted me in his language and that language is 'poes'. The word
doesn't only refer to the cat, but more than that it means that he
wants to start communicating. With 'poes' he informs us: 'I can
talk'. Corrections such as 'no, dog' he resolutely rejects because
they literally threaten to dumbfound him.
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With Neeltje I used to
initially think, as the faithful reader of treatises in which the
beginning is always represented as very simple, that such words for
concrete things could only relate to those things themselves. Now I
notice that 'poes' includes all sorts of meanings, amongst which also
something like a reflection on language. The latter happens mostly
when a word is repeated over and over: there occurs something like a
greenhouse process in which that one word becomes a whole language
and metalanguage. 'Poes' coming from Daniel's mouth means:</div>
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that cat there,</div>
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<li><div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
that animal there,</div>
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look over there,</div>
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I want to talk</div>
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I have already
learned to talk</div>
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I want to keep
talking,</div>
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I talk like I want
to.</div>
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'Da' is sometimes 'daag'
(bye), sometimes also 'dank je' (thank you). Often he says 'da da'
when he wants to have something. Thanking then becomes an order."</div>
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That was from the first entry in his diary on my language, written 37 years ago this week. The picture that started this blog was from an entry written 34 years ago to the day -yesterday. He never published that entry, deciding to restrict the publication, like he did with my sister, to the end of a year. In my case that was the end of 1978. </div>
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This book has always been the most dear to me of all my dad's books, not just because it is about my sister (and later on about me as well), but also because it was the first book of my dad i could actually read. I'd tried his philosophical work when i was a kid and had to give up before i'd ended the page. It had scarred me a little: i thought i was too dumb to be his son. But reading his words about my sister i understood him quite well, and enjoyed it. It was my first step on the long road of my dad's oeuvre. </div>
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So when my dad sent me the new edition, i was in college in New York and as a thank you, i did my final thesis on this book, translating large chunks of it. He had helped me get to this college abroad, had supported me in so many ways that figured it was the least i could do, plus there was poetry in ending it with where it began -after all, i was studying communication.</div>
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Back to the present: a few days ago i feel the need to translate dad and i have a couple of days off for Easter. I'm in the middle (or actually at about two thirds) of translating one of his books, but it is heavy going -i never really got quite smart enough to dive to the depths of my father's thinking and translating his work on violence i find myself at the edge of my capacities, often out of my depth. So i want to do something lighter, and i have the perfect book for it. My father had another couple of unique books, and one of them is a book about words that are dear to him. 508 words, each word has a page, each page three paragraphs. For a son who's not quite as bright as his dad, they're perfect, as my attention span can keep up for one page. For a translator, they are like little bonbons: you spent a couple of hours on a pearl of the dutch language. It's very difficult because each piece really is about language and very specifically the dutch language, but with the right word it is a great challenge.</div>
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So it is almost Easter, and i open the book randomly, and the word i see is 'resurrection'. Click. I read the first paragraph, and i know i'm in trouble, because he relates the word for resurrection to the word rising -in dutch resurrection is 'opstanding' and rising 'opstaan'. This pearl won't be quite as smooth in English. But then i read the second paragraph and now i can't refuse this translation. It says:</div>
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"Why do we for the length
of history deny death or compare it to the sleep from which we rise
again every morning? We apparently have a compelling motif for it
that doesn't exactly coincide with the attachment to our own
existence. Shall we call it love? When we love someone, do we do
anything else than to confirm the existence of that person so
absolutely that we can't think of our own existence without them? 'To
love someone', said Gabriel Marcel, 'is to say: you shall not die.'
And when the impossible happens still and we see that person laying
there, cold and powerless, we can't just revoke that absolute
statement. When we love someone, they have to stay. When it has all
appearances that they have left, they will have to return sooner or
later and death can at most be a provisional state. The thought of
the resurrection and the return seems to have been prompted by
hopelessness or hope against all odds. But what do we know of death
and what reasons do we have not to rise against it?"</div>
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Back to 2002: after my father died in 2001 we found this collection of dear words on his desk, and we publish it. After that we've also published a translation and interpretation of Heidegger that we found and then we started cataloguing all his handwritings and his collected works. When all of that was done, the handwritings went to the <a href="http://www.letterkundigmuseum.nl/">Dutch museum for literature</a>. All handwritings, except for those about my sister's and my language: those we keep for ourselves. I have those little books and when i really miss my dad, i look through them. That's how i found what i'd said 34 years ago -it instantly made me cry. First time i saw it i immediately wanted to take a picture of it, publish it: it fits with everything i'm trying to do for my dad. But there was no context.</div>
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And three days ago i randomly open a book and there's the context. 1979 gets connected to 2001 and linked with 2013 and with all we've been working for since my father died. You can find the complete translation of 'resurrection' on his blog:</div>
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Oh, and as another random Easter occurrence, i found out yesterday that should you ever find yourself in a Dutch town called Waalwijk, you can go to the <a href="https://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&safe=off&q=cornelis+verhoevenstraat+waalwijk&ie=UTF-8&hq=&hnear=0x47c691467bf97f49:0x6eab3f2b79cec778,Cornelis+Verhoevenstraat,+Waalwijk,+The+Netherlands&ei=tDNYUda3GYb0OZucgbAF&sqi=2&ved=0CCwQ8gEwAA">Cornelis Verhoevenstraat</a>. But if you name a street after a philosopher, does it really exist? </div>
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8606181666/" title="inscription by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="inscription" height="533" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8254/8606181666_10ab1ed6b8_c.jpg" width="800" /></a></div>
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<i>"for the same Daniel, 2-2-2000, from the same father", signed on his birthday</i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17383761993178505909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401630344855492091.post-40504024135619817702013-03-30T10:56:00.001+01:002013-03-30T10:56:52.530+01:00back in 60 seconds<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="http://williamtrubridge.com/">William Trubridge</a> diving to 60 meters and back in 60 seconds<br />
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and the interview<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17383761993178505909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401630344855492091.post-89894581220969181672013-02-02T14:56:00.000+01:002013-02-02T14:56:11.217+01:00Cornelis Verhoeven, 2-2-1928<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Today would have been my father's 85th birthday.<br />
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It's strange how much i still miss him, or rather, how little that has changed. He's being celebrated in Belgium with a day of lectures about his work, and i had the privilege to read one of those lectures. It is an impressive and beautiful essay, both intellectual and personal, close to the bone and sharp without being vicious or hurtful. But the author takes a step that made me feel very uncomfortable: he addressed dad with three questions.<br />
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In the almost twelve years he's been dead i've tried addressing him directly only once, in writing him a letter, and i gave up midway through my first paragraph. All i heard were my words echoing back from the nothingness he left, all it did was emphasize what was missing. His absence from my life is so monumental, and has been from the moment i saw him go, that i can't pretend he's around. Sometimes i desperately wish he was around, maybe not so much to ask questions, but more to just be around him, smell him, share a smile with him over coffee, feel what the house is like when he's concentrating on his work. It's the corner of his mouth, the exhale in the pause of a sentence, the twinkle when he raised his eyes to meet yours -tiny things, millions of them. All that is missing, still, and will be, forever, and addressing him for me is just a needless pointing out what is no longer there.<br />
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But i admire it, like i admire people who can pray and mean it. There'll never be an answer to his questions but that doesn't make them any less viable -i just couldn't have asked them. Hell, i probably couldn't have made them up -my dad couldn't swim but i drown in less than half an inch of philosophy. All i can do, the closest i get to having him about, is reading him and translating him. So that's what i do. An essay that makes me feel close to him, because it's about water, and i can relate. You can find it here, on his blog:<br />
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<a href="http://cornelisverhoeven.wordpress.com/">http://cornelisverhoeven.wordpress.com/</a><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17383761993178505909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401630344855492091.post-76544002273593009532013-01-29T03:38:00.000+01:002013-01-29T03:38:25.111+01:00snake on the steps<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We had an interesting guest at the house this morning<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8423916345/" title="snake and house by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="snake and house" height="533" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8089/8423916345_8d12550b7c_c.jpg" width="800" /></a><br />
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he (or she -it's rude to check) was about to come to the door when we walked out<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8423921955/" title="snake climbing steps by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="snake climbing steps" height="800" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8492/8423921955_d41d3a29f5_c.jpg" width="534" /></a><br />
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but got shy once she (or he -still rude) figured out the house wasn't inhabited by fellow members of the serpentine brotherhood (or sisterhood -it's rude to check that as well) -but not too shy for a quick portrait<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8425012210/" title="snake portrait by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="snake portrait" height="800" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8056/8425012210_28b056d3de_c.jpg" width="534" /></a><br />
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before heading back into the grass, where i couldn't resist another portrait<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8425007758/" title="snake head up by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="snake head up" height="533" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8188/8425007758_905e871959_c.jpg" width="800" /></a><br />
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it wasn't till she/he (snakes hiss, do female ones hers?) was gone and i got over the wonder of my first snake encounter as a photographer, that i realized i'd seen something quite special: someone without legs (or limbs) climbing steps. Certainly made for an intriguing subject<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17383761993178505909noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401630344855492091.post-72249984017657812662013-01-27T14:40:00.000+01:002013-01-27T14:40:21.401+01:00William Trubridge's secret admirer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
No, it's not me -i'm quite open about it. And it's funny to see on this island, when people come to the Blue Hole, they tend to know about <a href="http://williamtrubridge.com/">William Trubridge</a> and they're quite vocal about their admiration too. But i've noticed something not everyone can see, and maybe even Billy does not know: every day, when he plunges into unbelievable depths<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8413338709/" title="will down mono whole hole by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="will down mono whole hole" height="533" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8071/8413338709_801ab81ba7_c.jpg" width="800" /></a><br />
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and swims back up again<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8413340513/" title="will up mono tarpon whole hole by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="will up mono tarpon whole hole" height="533" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8187/8413340513_598ae48412_c.jpg" width="800" /></a><br />
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his moves are followed by one of the tarpon, who even after he's reached the surface, keeps staring up at him adoringly<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17383761993178505909noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401630344855492091.post-54407088906249862672013-01-21T21:07:00.003+01:002013-01-21T21:07:42.555+01:00freediving condition<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17383761993178505909noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401630344855492091.post-15627286196891601662013-01-07T23:57:00.000+01:002013-01-08T00:57:43.865+01:00William and the whole hole<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
On a clear day, you can see forever -and <a href="http://williamtrubridge.com/">William Trubridge</a>, and the whole Blue Hole<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17383761993178505909noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401630344855492091.post-44073085972751507152012-12-19T00:20:00.000+01:002012-12-19T12:18:08.879+01:00golden grace, brown disgrace<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Meet Livy -rarely has a dog been more graceful<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8279698662/" title="livvy majestic 2 by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="livvy majestic 2" height="427" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8363/8279698662_550f0f9109_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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and totally ridiculous<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8279739474/" title="livvy shakes it all 5 by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="livvy shakes it all 5" height="427" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8478/8279739474_829bf255e6_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8278629445/" title="livvy shakes it all 3 by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="livvy shakes it all 3" height="427" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8201/8278629445_c116da310c_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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rarely has a dog made more beautiful daughters<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8279752764/" title="golden gate by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="golden gate" height="427" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8341/8279752764_e1938a082b_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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who haven't yet figured out the trick of making puppies themselves<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8279574986/" title="humping the wrong end by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="humping the wrong end" height="385" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8198/8279574986_f0964fc03f_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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and top that of by both totally defecating all over the scenery<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17383761993178505909noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401630344855492091.post-16420843017212926672012-12-14T14:12:00.000+01:002012-12-14T14:12:01.287+01:00frost -still water, just harder. And smaller.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
One interesting part of travel is jet lag. It's not just about time difference -i'd say that's only a small part of it. In William Gibson's novel Pattern Recognition it is described as the time it takes the soul to come back to the body; we travel faster than our souls can on airplanes, and it takes a while for them to reconnect. You sit still for a long time and when you get up again, you're in a different world. It takes time to adjust, time for the soul to travel the same distance the body just has done.<br />
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After Vertical Blue, i went from a blue water white beach warm world filled with friends and passion to a grey and cold London filled with hard work. The transition took a week of grump. The two things that helped were my girl, and water. Water, as an element, is endlessly fascinating in all its forms, and even though i was away from its blue deep form, i was surrounded by its frosty form. It beckoned me to go out exploring again, even if i'd been working outside all day and had become quite frosted myself.<br />
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It was near the end of the day, and though i was surrounded by monuments<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8272397292/" title="monumental tree and frosted grass 2 by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="monumental tree and frosted grass 2" height="427" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8337/8272397292_1d4e1cc093_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8268210580/" title="graveyard ivy tree v2 by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="graveyard ivy tree v2" height="427" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8486/8268210580_4f15b98fde_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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my attention was drawn down<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8267143933/" title="frosted grass by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="frosted grass" height="427" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8358/8267143933_28d9368b10_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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from monuments to moments, almost literally frozen in time<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8267115383/" title="frosted branch by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="frosted branch" height="427" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8197/8267115383_5580973ef3_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8268192800/" title="leaves frosted by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="leaves frosted" height="427" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8078/8268192800_ba948fac12_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8267125269/" title="frosted seeds by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="frosted seeds" height="404" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8068/8267125269_c56b5c73b3_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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and i saw the cohesion, the link between blue water and frost<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8267157539/" title="frosted web at dusk by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="frosted web at dusk" height="427" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8486/8267157539_5537e14a6f_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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which is when my soul returned to me, i reckon<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8267148233/" title="frosted roses by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="frosted roses" height="427" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8487/8267148233_a89e9ccd1b_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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It reminds me of something my father wrote about the element of water: "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">That
water is an element means that man could attribute an endless amount
of meanings to it, but only based on the fact, that the water itself
is the centre, and not subjected to an ‘egotrip’. It’s not man
that makes water, it’s water that makes man and invites him to
contemplation. Drifting on water, listening to the waves or with his
eyes following the stream he is confronted with something that in
force and duration surpasses his own existence and on which he
depends."</span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17383761993178505909noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401630344855492091.post-50609717649722644822012-12-04T22:34:00.000+01:002012-12-04T22:39:36.571+01:00Suunto Vertical Blue<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Some pictures of this year's Suunto <a href="http://www.verticalblue.net/">Vertical Blue</a>, where i was the commentator together with the lovely and formidable <a href="http://switchboard.nrdc.org/blogs/fkoe/">Francesca Koe</a>. Luckily for me, main photographer <a href="http://www.igorliberti.blogspot.jp/">Igor Liberti</a> not only very kindly let me share the territory, he also introduced me to this wonderful tune:<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17383761993178505909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401630344855492091.post-80244229108966017282012-11-09T21:42:00.002+01:002012-11-09T21:42:43.741+01:00squirrel squiggle<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17383761993178505909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401630344855492091.post-915603475048942892012-11-07T19:19:00.003+01:002012-11-07T19:25:18.684+01:00an old friend<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Shook hands with an old friend last week<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8138691556/" title="daan basketball by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="daan basketball" height="640" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8333/8138691556_2f6a6a5e07_z.jpg" width="426" /></a><br />
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I played when i was a kid, so much so that i ended up injuring myself. Kept playing with the injury, got worse, in the end it required surgery and i had to give it up. Broke my heart, as well as my knees.<br />
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But i never got over the feel and sound of a 'nothing but net', when you shoot and the ball goes in perfectly, not even hitting the ring, making the net go 'swoosh'. It is the sound of truth, that is.<br />
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I've made visits to my old friend in the past, always taking care not to get too excited, not to expect too much, keep in mind that, though our friendship is only just mature, my knees are pensioners. I always forgot and ended up limping. Last week, it seemed i was finally mature enough to be a pensioner -i walked away, rather than limped. I came back a few days later, shot a few, missed a lot, got some, got 2 swooshes in a row, and it made my day. Swoosh, and walk away. I'd love to dunk again but i'm too old for that shit.<br />
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Of course, Leonard Cohen said it better: "I ache in the places where i used to play." Love, even rusty, tends to be worth the pain, though.<br />
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PS i love this version of the song:<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17383761993178505909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401630344855492091.post-75977903648445457162012-11-04T12:19:00.000+01:002012-11-04T12:19:03.535+01:00jumping through bubble rings<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As <a href="http://daanverhoeven.blogspot.co.uk/2012/10/st-daan-of-bubble-rings.html">Patron Saint of Bubble Rings®</a> i have to jump through many hoops -which i do with pleasure<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17383761993178505909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401630344855492091.post-50416273712044479952012-10-31T15:04:00.002+01:002012-10-31T15:04:52.917+01:00greener on the other side<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8141604538/" title="greener on the other side by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="greener on the other side" height="640" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8045/8141604538_39206bf597_z.jpg" width="426" /></a></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17383761993178505909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401630344855492091.post-53619946866947223982012-10-30T15:30:00.001+01:002012-10-30T15:30:26.313+01:00George dreams of pools<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8105703444/" title="george dreams of pools by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="george dreams of pools" height="427" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8329/8105703444_6ae6a8490a_z.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17383761993178505909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401630344855492091.post-90630310106873067512012-10-29T17:42:00.000+01:002012-10-29T17:52:08.517+01:00Gary Floatus on Viewbug<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I've entered this picture of Gary the Rockstar doing a floatus on Viewbug<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8105707672/" title="gary floatus by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="gary floatus" height="427" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8330/8105707672_a4f6dc4d18_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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It can win me one of them interesting light field camera thingies, for which they don't have underwater housing yet but could be fun anyway. So if you have a moment, please do click below and 'like' the hell out of the pic:<br />
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<a href="http://www.viewbug.com/contests/depth-photo-contest/2326613">Depth Photo Contest</a></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17383761993178505909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401630344855492091.post-78723583278511517132012-10-28T14:00:00.000+01:002012-10-28T14:00:31.698+01:00St Daan of the Bubble Rings<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I might be slightly obsessed with bubble rings<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8010363376/" title="bubble and blower by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="bubble and blower" height="427" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8449/8010363376_9ea8bc2d22_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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-but can you blame me? They're awesome; they make grey days bright<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8105645057/" title="bubble on a grey day by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="bubble on a grey day" height="427" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8184/8105645057_baf86f67a6_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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they're very comfortable to sit on<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8105736158/" title="sitting on a bubble ring by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="sitting on a bubble ring" height="640" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8474/8105736158_d7a968e9e6_z.jpg" width="480" /></a><br />
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they help you with framing<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8010352458/" title="in the ring by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="in the ring" height="427" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8312/8010352458_f433bb641a_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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they give you something to aim for<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8057626509/" title="through the ring by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="through the ring" height="640" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8035/8057626509_50d5f595e6_z.jpg" width="427" /></a><br />
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and they're excellent hula hoops<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8105721070/" title="george through ring 3 by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="george through ring 3" height="640" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8465/8105721070_fa1cd58176_z.jpg" width="427" /></a><br />
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so since there's a vacancy -i checked- i'm declaring myself patron saint of bubble rings<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daanverhoeven/8105726330/" title="patron saint of bubbles by Daan Verhoeven, on Flickr"><img alt="patron saint of bubbles" height="480" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8329/8105726330_7a4c0e3b67_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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blessed be those who blow rings:<br />
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see also<br />
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