La salsa est une danse improvise

La salsa est une danse improvisée.

Mais elle ne s’improvise pas.

La Salsa est le premier pas vers une vie sociale bien remplie. C’est d’ailleurs un investissement à vie. Car n’oubliez pas que bien danser la Salsa vous procure plaisir, prestance et confiance en soi, embellit votre personnalité et vous permet de créer de nouvelles amitiés! Ajouter à cela que la Salsa constitue une façon en or pour vous de vous mettre en forme, sans douloureux efforts, tout en vous apportant beaucoup de plaisir! La danse offre donc un monde nouveau à quiconque, fait d’entraide, en plus d’un emploi du temps passionnant durant toute l’année!

Avant d’acheter des fleurs à votre partenaire, offrez-lui un cours de danse. Tony Rausseo, Directeurs Ecole danse latine

Best of Photos

Hadza Man, Tanzania

Long vistas and the dry season withered vegetation enable keen eyes to spot game miles away. From a wind-bowed tree on a ridge, a man named Mahiya peers across rough Tanzania terrain where Hadza bands range.

Elephant, Kenya

A rainbow streams over a lone elephant as it walks in Samburu National Reserve, a little-known jewel of northern Kenya that teems with wildlife.

Elephants, Namibia

This shot was taken just before the rainy season in Etosha National Park, Namibia, during an internship for the World Wildlife Fund-Namibia Chapter. The elephants were in the process of chasing away all the wildlife in the area from the watering hole. Then the dominant male proceeded to lead the charge on the parked vehicles as you are observing now. I like this picture because there is so much motion and you feel alive when being chased down by elephants

Giraffe

Giraffe in tall grass

Zebras, Kenya

Zebras huddling together

Moose, Snake River

Two moose finish their last meal of the day as the sun sets along the Snake River in Wyoming.

Fishing, Celebes Sea

In Semporna, many Filipinos and Malayu who traditionally fish for a living have erected hundreds of these homes in the Celebes Sea.

Hanuman Temple, India

Image was shot in Hampi, India at sunset of a very small Hanuman temple at the edge of town. Was able to balance the low light of the temple with the setting sun and silhouette the trees.

The Job Hunt

The raft drew beyond the middle of the river; the boys pointed her head right, and then lay on their oars.

The river was not high, so there was not more than a two or three mile current. Hardly a word was
said during the next three-quarters of an hour. Now the raft was passing before the distant town. Two or three glimmering lights showed where it lay, peacefully sleeping, beyond the vague vast sweep of star-gemmed water, unconscious of the tremendous event that was happening.

  • The Black Avenger stood still with folded arms, “looking his last” upon
  • the scene of his former joys and his later sufferings, and wishing
  • “she” could see him now, abroad on the wild sea, facing peril and death with dauntless heart, going to his doom with a grim smile on his lips. It was but a small strain on his imagination to remove Jackson Island
  • beyond eyeshot of the village, and so he “looked his last” with a
  • broken and satisfied heart. The other pirates were looking their last
  • too; and they all looked so long that they came near letting the

current drift them out of the range of the island. But they discovered the danger in time, and made shift to avert it. About two oclock in the morning the raft grounded on the bar two hundred yards above the head of the island, and they waded back and forth until they had landed their freight.

Part of the little raft belongings consisted of an old sail, and this they spread over a nook in the bushes for a tent to shelter their provisions; but they themselves would sleep in the open air in good weather, as became outlaws.

  1. They built a fire against the side of a great log twenty or thirty
  2. steps within the sombre depths of the forest, and then cooked some
  3. bacon in the frying-pan for supper, and used up half of the corn “pone”
  4. stock they had brought. It seemed glorious sport to be feasting in that
  5. wild, free way in the virgin forest of an unexplored and uninhabited
  6. island, far from the haunts of men, and they said they never would
  7. return to civilization. The climbing fire lit up their faces and threw
  8. its ruddy glare upon the pillared tree-trunks of their forest temple,
  9. and upon the varnished foliage and festooning vines.

When the last crisp slice of bacon was gone, and the last allowance of corn pone devoured, the boys stretched themselves out on the grass, filled with contentment. They could have found a cooler place, but they would not deny themselves such a romantic feature as the roasting camp-fire.