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Yuba, as usual, taking a nap (or at least pretending to) prior to being fed his usual early afternoon snack.
This Camellia looks almost like it could be either sunlit or moonlit :-)))
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"The awake gipsy" Wall painted in the Fokus festival in Görlitz. Inspired by the painting of Rousseau "The sleeping gypsy" where a lion admires an sleeping gypsy. In this case is the gypsy awake and intending to kill an almost sleeping panther. Through this wall i try to represent the treacherous nature of the human being. Dedicated to the one that almost killed the sleeping panther in me.
How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes.
And now my heart stumbles on things I don't know.
In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die.
And where you invest your love, you invest your life.
Taken from the Berkeley Hills in California. As I already mentioned in other posts, June 19 and 20 were amazing, one of the best, sunsets I had chance to see in the Bay Area. I still have several exposures from that day.
Vibrant flowering trees and calla lillies line the architecture of Oia, Santorini as the sun warms the sky and landscape
Posted a bunch of new photos from our trip to Greece... I only really captured some scenes from Santorini, though. Click through and tell me which one is your fav/or least fav:
With the aid of sleeping pills, Susan Ihar was the subject and the artist behind the project 'Morpheus' in which she slept in the corner of a gallery full of various other live performances.
The Audience was invited to interact with Susie in anyway they wanted to. By the time she woke up at the end of the evening she had been covered in flowers, notes, a crown - etc.
These photos are a documentation of the event as I participated in it.
"My dreams are a cruel joke, they taunt me.
Even in my dreams I'm an idiot who knows he's about to wake up to reality.
If I could only avoid sleep, but I can't.
I try to tell myself what to dream.
I try to dream that I'm flying.
Something free.
It never works."
At the end of Paradise Valley, leading from Gardiner, sits Livingstone.
We had no preconceptions as to what the town was like, we saw a grain tower, a railroad yard and some fine old buildings including a hotel when we drove through the first time.
But after parking, we found it to be a grand town, all with fabulous signs, and neon lit we found out the next evening. But we also found coffee shops, books shops, art shops and ghost signs as well.
We really, really liked Livingston and would love to revisit and stay.
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August 18
Time to leave Yellowstone, and such a bitter parting. In four days we have felt right at home, and now are able to find bison/elk/ospreys/butterflies/flowers/geysers and whatever, and enjoy looking at them and the drive to get there. The beauty of the park is sensational, and my words cannot due the place justice. Just thankful it was preserved as it was back in the 19th century when the park was created. And we have it now, as it was, roads, lodges, gas stations notwithstanding, and huge parts of it are too remote for all but the most fearless and dedicated trekkers can get to.
It will take months of processing in our heads to comprehend all what we have seen and done, reviewing the pictures. And remembering all what we have done. Heck, we even managed to be fairly active, despite the altitude which had given us such concerns last week.
We were awake at 6 again this morning, we both have showers, then pack and load the car which seems to have shrunk. But it all fits, in time. And we are off. We have to pay the bill first, of course, and once we had done that, instead of setting off out of the park, we turn right and go round the upper terrace drive of the upper terraces of the Mammoth Falls.
We had been here a day or three ago, and it was crowded, so to go back at just after seven would be splendid, no?
We park at the top, with just one other car there, and in the light of the morning sun, which had just risen about the mountains to the east, shining through the clouds of steam from the terraces. There is a wooden boardwalk to take us further to the edge of the drop, pools reflecting the sky and distant mountains, before the final view is from the side of the falls, with terraces, steps and small waterfalls of boiling water,
The as if by magic, a crowd of camera wielding Japanese tourists appear from nowhere, and the peace and tranquility was broken, as they jostled for the best selfie positions, and selfie sticks were brandished like a sword. I had my shots, so we walked back to the car, along deserted boardwalks again.
One last drive through Mammoth Village, then take the road to the north entrance instead of the Loop Road. The road drops quickly from seven thousand feet to just about five, ears popped, and we passed long lines of cars and RVs making their way up the long steep road into the park.
Sadly, after 5 miles we came to the gate, meaning we were leaving the park for the last time. We hope to return one day that’s for sure, maybe in the winter, if visitors then are allowed at that time of year.
There is a large town outside the gate, Gardner, and we thought we might have breakfast there. Gardner is a OK place, a row of faux western style shops, most selling clothing or providing adventure trips on the rivers in the park. And there was the cafe.
Tables had not been cleared, and the servers had an attitude, but we found a clean table and ordered food and drinks. Jools had biscuits and gravy, as she had seen someone have it the other day and thought it looked OK. But was a disappointment, too much gravy was the verdict. I had eggs with peppers, onions, hash browns, bacon and biscuits. Biscuits are a disappointment to me too. And was served with the worst up of coffee since milky coffee was stopped being served back home. Brown hot water, not improved by cream and sugar.
We walk round the town, at least the frontage looking towards Yellowstone, but there was nothing we needed to buy, so set off for Bozeman, Montana.
The road crossed the Yellowstone River, then followed it along what was called Paradise Valley. Once through the gorge, the valley flattened out, and scrub gave way to farmland, mostly yellowing grass, but some had been watered and looked deep green. The road ran straight for miles on end, with the speed limit of 80mph. We cruised at 50 or 60, enjoying the coolness of the morning as we had the roof down.
We only had a journey of 90 minutes, so we stopped off at the only big town on route, Townsend, Montana, and turned out to be a great decision. For one thing it had a railroad museum, but then I didn’t visit as they had a real live railroad next door, so I could watch freight trains miles long thunder by.
We walk into the town after parking, and found a great collection of buildings, and lots of art shops. Many buildings had old fashioned neon signs still, so I go round snapping them, and some of the shop fronts dating from the 19th century. We visit a great bookshop, and talk long with the owner, then go next door to a coffee shop to make up for the poor one we had earlier. Huckleberry latte with an extra shot, turns out is a king of coffees and worked very well.
We walk back to the railroad tracks and the sound of locomotive whistles were calling, and a freight train that went out of sight down the line was waiting for the road to clear, I sanp the front, the wait for the train to come in from the other direction, and then the one nearest moved off, three locos at the front, three in the middle and two at the end, and the train took 5 minutes to rattle by. Amazing.
Over the road there was a bar, in an old hotel building, whose neon sign had lured me in in the first place. I order a beer then change my mind, so the guy brings me two bears. I could have complained, but accept the two beer and an orange juice for Jools.
We sit at a bench overlooking the street and old station building beyond. There were doors, but these had been pushed back, so we sat with a cool breeze blowing in as I drank to pints of IPA. That meant Jools would have to dive to Bozeman.
By two in the afternoon, it was eighty five in the shade, after driving into town, we find a place to park and walk along the “historic” main street. It was too hot to walk too far, we just needed to find a place not McDonalds or Burger King to have lunch cum dinner.
We find a non-chain place, and order non-burgers, but were served in buns. I have some kind of oriental shrimp in spicy sauce. It was good, even better inside the air-conditioned restaurant.
At three we could check into the hotel, so we drive back to the interstate and next to the junction there it was, a chain, but with big rooms and the most most powerful air conditioning in chrisenden. We binge on the free internet, catching up on the news and for me, facebook updates.
As a treat, we go to the local Walmart as I needed a new watch, so buy a fifteen buck Timex special, I am guessing it will last longer than the bag of shit i paid fifty quid for a few months ago. Walmart is an experience, they sell guns, but you need a permit, which makes it OK.
We also have chocolate, more chocolate and beef jerky. All the food groups. And we laze on the big bed, listening to Radcliffe and Maconie for five hours. Sheer bliss.
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Livingston is a city and the county seat of Park County, Montana, United States.[4] Livingston is located in southwestern Montana, on the Yellowstone River, north of Yellowstone National Park. The population was 7,044 at the 2010 census.
The founding of the small historical railroad and ranching town of Livingston, Montana is a direct result of the Northern Pacific Railway (NPR). This site became a centralized point in the Rockies and the NPR's location for railroad shops to service NPR steam trains before their ascent over the Bozeman Pass, the highest point on the line. Livingston also became the first gateway town to America's first national park, Yellowstone National Park. This is to where the NPR began promoting heavily to visitors from the East. The NPR operated a branch line running some fifty miles south through Paradise Valley to, first the Cinnabar station and later to Gardiner, Montana.
Downstream (the Yellowstone River), approximately 3 miles from present day Livingston, was where an old fisherman named Amos Benson built a log cabin in 1872. This is where a ferry, a trading post and a small community called Benson's Landing was. Across the river from Benson's Landing in June 1882 was the camp of about 40 tents of the Northern Pacific survey crew.This is where they thought that the supply store site they were looking for should be. On July 14, 1882, a man who worked for the Northern Pacific named Joseph J. McBride arrived with orders to find another site to build the store. Two days later on July 16, 1882 George H. Carver, a man who would become a major local businessman and local political leader, arrived at the site of present-day Livingston. Carver and McBride became the first local residents when they pitched their tents on the 16th. Also on the 16th arrived 30 freight wagons drawn by 140 head of oxen, carrying 140,000 lbs. of merchandise. The supply store was to be of Bruns and Kruntz, contractors. Eventually the tents gave away to log cabins. All of Benson's Landing encampment moved up the river to Carver and McBride's camp within 10 days of freight train's arrival.
This new settlement was called "Clark City" after Heman Clark, the principal contractor for the Northern Pacific from the Missouri westward. By fall the town was well established and an election poll in November 1882 counted 348 votes for delegates to congress. Clark City was on the southeast side at the East end of Lewis St. just southwest of the KPRK, and is now part of Livingston. B.F. Downen built the first permanent residence (out of wood) and Frank White owned the first saloon. Clark City eventually had 6 general stores, 2 hotels, 2 restaurants, 2 watchmakers, 2 wholesale liquor dealers, 2 meat markets, 3 blacksmiths, 1 hardware store, 30 saloons and a population of 500 people.
As Clark City was growing nobody realized that the Northern Pacific had marked on their maps a town called Livingston at the same place. The railroad had officially reached Clark City on November 22, 1882. In October 1882 a post office was chartered for Clark City. In November, Livingston received its charter. That was when they decided that Livingston be located a short distance away, and there established a profit of $200,000 for the ones who invested in the surveyed property - those in knowledge of Northern Pacific doings. Then Clark City residents bought lots to the northwest, in Livingston and moved. The birth of Livingston was the death of Clark City. The walking distance between was considerable and Clark City became stream-and-bog urban wildland. Very few buildings still remain.
On December 21, 1882 Livingston was incorporated and originally renamed in honor of Johnston Livingston, pioneer Northern Pacific Railway stockholder, director and friend of Northern Pacific Railroad President Henry Villard. Johnston Livingston was director from 1875–1881 and 1884–1887. Crawford Livingston Jr., Johnston's nephew is who the name Livingston is more commonly credited to. Crawford bought heavily of real estate after the survey, and who on July 17, 1883, established the First National Bank in the city. Often he spoke of Livingston as "his town," and he apparently enjoyed the publicity of supposedly having a city named for him. However the name Livingston has always stood out in the Northern Pacific official family.[5]
Livingston is along the Yellowstone River where it bends from north to east towards Billings and in proximity to Interstate 90. In July 1806 Captain William Clark of the Lewis and Clark Expedition camped on the city's present outskirts on the return trip east preparing to descend the Yellowstone River. Clark's party rejoined the Lewis party at the confluence with the Missouri River, near Williston, North Dakota.
Although a small city, Livingston has a number of popular tourist attractions. The Livingston Depot, built in 1902 after two predecessors, is a restored rail station that today houses a railroad museum open from May through September. The Yellowstone Gateway Museum documents regional history from one of the oldest North American archaeological sites to Wild Western and Yellowstone history. The International Fly Fishing Federation's museum is an extensive introduction to a popular game sport and hosts annual enthusiasts meetings. The city was inhabited for two decades by Calamity Jane and visited by a number of traveling members of European royalty.
In 1938, Dan Bailey, an eastern fly-fisherman, established his Dan Bailey's Fly Shop and mail order fly tying business on Park Street where it still resides today.[6] In Livingston is the Fly Fishing Discovery Center, a museum operated by the Federation of Fly Fishers.[7] Actors Peter Fonda, Margot Kidder, as well as Saturday Night Live alumnus Rich Hall, musician Ron Strykert, novelist Walter Kirn, and poet Jim Harrison live in the city. Jimmy Buffett mentions Livingston in multiple songs.
Its economy is flat, and like the rest of the state, the unemployment rate is below the national average. Almost 50% its workforce commutes to Bozeman,[citation needed] as well as the destination resort Chico Hot Springs twenty-five miles south, and various campsites and ranches in Paradise Valley. Recently, the city has invested in creating attractions and accommodation for tourists visiting during the Lewis and Clark bicentennial years.
Livingston and its immediately adjacent area has 17 sites listed on the National Register of Historic Places, enumerated within Park County's NRHP listings.
It has a sister-city relationship with Naganohara, Japan.