Don't judge.

everybody has different stories and I think 💭 you don't know mine

I know I'm different so, fuck your opinion. You wanna throw me to the Wolves — I'll definitely return leading the pack.

Don't confuse my personality with my attitude...

My personality is who I am 😊

my attitude depends on who you are..

I don't have any mediators in between and never concerned about what others think..

because, that's not my reality

I am what I am 🌿 I am who I am,

I am that I am 👊😄

If I am wrong, educate me.

Don't belittle me...!!!

Life gives you strange experiences, sometime it shocks YOU

and sometimes it may surprise you....

We end up making wrong judgments or mistakes in our anger,

desperation and frustration.

However, when you get a second chance, correct your mistakes and return the favor. Be Kind and Generous. Learn to Appreciate what you are given.🌿

people may hate you,

even if you are on the right track..

don't worry

It's because you have something they want..

Don't worry about those who talk behind your back,...—••

they're behind you for a _reason🌸🌼🌿🌺

cooool yE 🌿😊

“Keep away from those who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you believe that you too can become great.”

- Mark Twain

Sorry, no 365 photo today.. it was a very busy day! (Ok... filled with LOTS of shopping :s)

There was something really charming about this capture yesterday with my friend K and I just wanted to share. I've got another friend visiting me.. so expect some more random goodies soon : )

Hope you all have a good easter!

As I reflect on Father’s Day, I ask myself what constitutes a good father. Hockey, baseball, football, or fishing with the kids? While those activities are important, they are also short-lived and the memory of them fades over time.

Perhaps, instilling good Christian and work ethics are of greater importance. Good work ethics last a life time, good Christian ethics are eternal.

Having said that, I will readily admit that while I’ve loved my children unconditionally and did my best to love, support and protect them, I’ve fallen short many times – for that I ask forgiveness. I’m human, and full of short comings.

So, what do I want for Father’s Day? Baubles, trinkets or toys? Not to belittle those gifts – a simple hug will do.

Dad

Blinded by the light, struck by the 'happenings' - I freeze, bemused and belittled.

Edinburgh, Scotland

A roll on roll off/vehicle carrier ship Great Tema making its way up the River Thames towards Tilbury Docks, about a mile up river.

Great Tema was built in South Korea in 2023, by Hyundai. It's 250 metres long, 38.7 wide; as well as low friction paint it can use "cold ironing" which is using shore side electricity rather than using on board, fossil fuel generated power...I'm mentioning those not to belittle them but as an indication of the steps taken by shipping to be a little more environmentally aware...another ship that docked at Tilbury (bright green) while it sailed using fossil fuel was using battery power for 'in port' activities.

Grimaldi is an Italian, family owned business. Its ships are regular visitors on the Thames; Tema is a city in Ghana and others of Grimaldi's fleet have been named after African places - Angola, Lagos and others.

Great Tema is now at Antwerp, Belgium.

A figure is visible on the bridge (right side of the image) as an indication of scale...

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Good morning folks, I hope all are well. I’d like to share a story with you about a young mother, a man at a service counter, American Heros.

Last week my car battery died. I had to drive to a small town outside the park, in the foothills. I went to an auto parts store to get my battery replacement. Most of my tools in storage; I asked the man at the counter if he could replace the one in my car. Without hesitation, he said yes and grabbed a cart with tools. He replaced my battery within minutes, said thank you sir and went back in the store to serve others. I tipped him well, which he was reluctant to take. Again, this is not about me. I understand; there are many struggling to feed their families, pay their bills and don’t have the means to do so.

After having my battery replaced, I stopped at a sandwich shop, to purchase sandwiches for the park gate staff. Again, not about me. I walked into this sandwich shop and there were two people making sandwiches. They wore gloves, were very professional, pulled together to serve their customers. The woman that checked me out, has kids. She rang up my total, I had my debit card in one hand, that she didn’t see. I laid some cash on the counter and she thought it was for the order. She was going to put it in the register and I said no, it’s for you two, I really appreciate what your doing. Immediately, tears swelled in here eyes. She wiped them from her face, stepped away for a moment, compose herself and changed her gloves. As I drove home, I wondered if I would see her again.

These two and many others, not realizing how Brave they truly are. These are Americans; working in grocery stores, the drivers delivering those good, our mail, our deliveries at home and many, many Americans. These average Americans, putting their lives at risk; to provide services for many of us, food for their families. This is America at it’s best, during troubling times.

Now, it’s time for the other side of this. In our County (Mariposa, CA), the media and others are stating there are no COVID19 cases. Actually, there are no reported cases; because people are not being tested. Now, let me tell share with you, what is happening in the state, that most of my family and extended family resides. This is in the Midwest, Rural America. My sister and brother-in-law, had all the symptoms of COVID-19. He, first became ill and went to an Urgent Care. He was sent home without testing. He got sicker, had difficulty breathing and went to an ER. He was sent home again, without testing. My sister, soon became ill and went through the same. This was coming from my mother over the weekend. She then texted us; telling us, one of our extended family members lost the love of her life. He died at home and she didn’t know what to do with his body. No one was returning calls. Again, this is not about me. This is about what our government and what the media is not telling you about. The numbers that are being publicized are not even close to the number of people infected. This is from our Current Vice President's state. You know, the person supposedly head of the COVID-19 Task Force.

Now, let me tell you how the residents of Yosemite National Park are coming together, during a Pandemic. Having intense medical training, I go to work everyday. I know what needs to be done, to help keep people safe. Again, not about me. As I try to disinfect heavy contact surfaces; my managers and coworkers are doing everything they can, to prevent me from doing so, or intentionally contaminating areas, I’ve recently disinfected, belittling me, mocking, harassing. My coworkers; are intentionally walking up to me withing inches from my face, after repeated request to distance. This as recent as yesterday. One of the employees that does this, yesterday, told me to Die, Die, Die, after I clocked out. Sunday, while I was being mobbed and harassed by coworkers; a manager started playing “Drives Me Crazy”, loudly on a boom-box. As I repeatedly address the lack of social distancing, I’m called “Crazy, Crazy Person Mother Fer”, told to “F Off” These are the same amoral types being promoted within the company I work for. Wouldn't you say so Mark.

When I leave work; there’s a convoy of vehicles waiting to zoom across an intersection, I walk through daily. This is so the air is filled with exhaust. When I arrive at my housing area, I get the same, to include implement equipment, housing staff sweeping a street with straw broom, just to stir up dust. Once I am home; housing staff and my neighbors rally outside my room, finding alternative ways to harass me.

This is how Yosemite’s Community comes together during a Pandemic; for what? To rid the park of someone that exposes the truth, to harass someone they don’t even know, for their own sick, twisted sense of gratification. This is how Yosemite’s Toxic Mobbing Community comes together. They are risking the lives of many Brave Americans, their families, extended families; for their own selfish hateful, gratification. This is the face of Mobbing, Yosemite National Park. Again, this is not about me; it’s about educating you about Workplace Mobbing, Community Stalking, Yosemite National Park. Here again, I stand Alone. Isn't this so; Jackie, John....

Please people, I’m asking for your help. I have made many, many phone calls, emails, sent pictures, driven hundreds of miles; to be dismissed. Please send an email, a phone call to these two people, that have been burying their heads in the sand; while people across America are dying alone, in hospitals, in their homes, untested. Ask them if they have an ounce, a gram, of dignity, compassion? They surely have no accountability.

Yosemite’s (Lack of) Oversight Person: Linda Niles-Sheets; linda_niles-sheets@nps.gov

Ph. 209-372-0273

NPS Regional Director: Scott Austin; pwr_regional_director@nps.gov

Ph. 415-623-2100

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In 1916, Chamonix changed its name to Chamonix-Mont-Blanc. A name change designed to cement and place, in the public eye, the close ties that the town had established, and wished to preserve, with Mont Blanc the highest mountain in the European Alps.

In 1760 Horace Bénédict de Saussure, offered a financial reward to anyone who could complete the first ascent of Mont Blanc (Monte Bianco in Italian). Saussure was a Genevan Aristocrat, Geologist, Physicist and Alpine traveller. He also wrote Les Voyages dans les Alpes documenting his travels and is regarded by many as the founder of Alpinism.

Several unsuccessful attempts were made over the next few years to climb Mont Blanc and it wasn’t until 8 August 1786 that the reward was claimed by two local Chamonix men who climbed the mountain from the Chamonix valley. They were Jacques Balmat, a Chamois hunter and crystal collector, and Dr Michel Gabriel Paccard, a Chamonix doctor.

A bronze statue was erected in the town’s main square in 1887 to commemorate the centenary of the first ascent. Seen from behind, it is dramatic: two men, one of them pointing to Mont Blanc with an outstretched arm. You can sense the celebration inherent in the stance.

Walk around it and view it from the front and you will be surprised to find that the statue is not of Balmat and Paccard the two pioneering Mountaineers, but of Balmat and his ‘financier’ Saussure. What of Paccard? Why was he not part of this commemorative statue?

In our era we are familiar with the concept of events and stories being manipulated to massage egos and promote one person over another. It may come as a surprise to learn that the account of the first ascent of Mont Blanc was progressively mis-told and manipulated to promote one man (Balmat) and belittle his companion (Paccard).

The instigator of this misrepresentation was Marc-Theodore Bourrit, another Alpine traveller who had himself failed to find a route to the summit of Mont Blanc and who wrote accounts of the successful ascent denigrating the role Paccard played and promoting Balmat as the ‘braver and fitter’ leader. He even wrote to the King of Sardinia (the Chamonix region of France at that time being part of the Kingdom of Sardinia) who on the basis of the account supplied to him by Bourrit lauded Balmat as ‘Balmat le Mont Blanc’. Paccard didn’t take this lying down but reacted by demanding Balmat sign an affidavit denying Bourrit’s version of events. It had, in fact, been Paccard who was the leader of the two and who reached the summit first, Sadly by now the damage was done and Balmat (despite the affidavit that he signed for Paccard) continued to boast in a conceited way about his part in the ascent, and sadly Chamonix chose to believe him. And for many years thereafter articles and books including Balmat’s own autobiography continued to promote Balmat over his companion. With this knowledge it comes as no surprise that the Bronze statue erected at the time of the centenary effectively airbrushed Paccard out from the glory of that first ascent.

not even using 100% of your brain

(Continuation of story)

The Royal Olympia, Ms Explorer, was the perfect ship to embark for my first long cruise.. It was small enough to enter exotic ports that other ships could not. The itinerary was designed for explorers not pleasure seekers. The golden age of cruising was actually coming to the end. Bigger and bigger boats were being built that had climbing walls and non-stop entertainment, leaving the destinations behind.

I learned quickly that this ship had it’s own following. Many passengers were repeat customers and had taken the South American cruise the year before. Luckily, they were seated at my dinner table so I thrived on their enthusiasm and knowledge.

The passengers fell into several categories. Many were older travellers who no longer had the physical abilities to travel as they did when they were younger.

One woman at my table had been in every country in the world. She was modestly unassuming, but oh so knowledgeable. She gave me such sage advice because I just adjusting to my serious medical conditions. For example, she strongly suggested that I not go to Machu Picchu because of my heart condition and said that the doctor aboard the ship would not okay the trip for me. I ended up settling for other sights in Peru and resigned myself to the fact that I too now had some travel restrictions and accepted them as she had hers.

Then there was Joe. He served in the US Navy during WWII. He truly loved ships and he loved this unusual one. He knew ever detail of her construction and her capabilities. He loved to share his knowledge. Some belittled him. I admired him. He taught me all there was to know about sailing and booking cruises.

There were a few on board that came to be entertained. They knew nothing about the ports we were visiting and didn’t care to learn. Often they didn’t even know where we were . They weren’t drunk, they were just ignorant, but wealthy. I guess that is all that mattered to them!

There were other passengers aboard this ship of fools who I will refer to later because there are some great stories. By the way, I say ships of fools, lovingly ,as we were all characters in our own right.

This image was take high above the beaches of Lima, Peru where several of us had stopped for a cold drink.

The girl in all blue is my niece who is pre-law at the Univ. of Maryland. She is doing an internship with me at Crime Scene and I'm hoping this will open her eyes to life in the big city. The cops in the photos are good cops in the 12th District (SW Philly) who took the time to explain to her about the people that live in this neighborhood. They didn't belittle them or treat them badly but explained how easily one can fall on hard times.

I have no new pictures, because I'm still sick, so I have no inspiration for creative work. From time to time I will look into my archive.

Please forgive me for my occasional visit to your stream.

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Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really make you feel that you, too, can become great. - Mark Twain-

Life is so full of ups and downs, never want to be better than anyone else, we don't know what tomorrow is, so don't ever belittle anyone!

Handheld shot with Olympus 75mm f1.8, my fav lens for shooting flowers.

Nothing has been done to the background, it is purely a result of this lens’ natural bokeh rendering.

Yet regardless of lens quality, bokeh can be badly messed up or even mangled in shot and in particular by atrociously poor post-processing!

Bokeh will get messed up when shooting in electronic front curtain shutter mode above 1/1,000s.

Even worse is bad post-processing, just look at those gear forum image threads on kilo class 50mm f1.2 lenses, yet these same lens owners with images showing badly mangled bokeh keep waxing lyrical about their behemoth f1.2 boat anchors!

Conversely, some hobbyists like to complain about lenses being overly contrasty hence affecting bokeh quality. Fact is, contrast in bokeh can be handled via post-processing if required but it’s onion-rings and all kinds of structures within bokeh balls that cannot be easily dealt with in post-processing.

There’s just way too much fallacies being propagated in gear forums. The worse of which are those from certain Nikon “Z”-ealot fanbois shills, no other brands’ fanboism ever reach such ridiculous levels of obnoxiousness and delusion, this is likely a consequence of extreme insecurity over their brand totem!

Some crazy “Z”-ealot fallacies;

1. “Z”-ealots loved to claim that the wider Z mount will lead to more efficient lens designs but what actually happened are Z lenses being bulkier, heavier and more expensive than equivalent lenses from other brands. The “Z”-ealots have largely stopped beating this widest mount drum these days for obvious reasons and have instead pivoted to suggesting that Nikon prioritized lens quality over size but doesn’t this mean that Nikon Z is the new Sigma of old!? Nikon F mount was way narrower than Canon EF but that didn’t preclude Nikon from making the class leading AF-S 14-24mm f2.8 G which Canon had no answer for a long time but yet Nikon “Z”-ealots will poke fun at other brands with smaller mounts.

2. The oft quote that you buy into the Z system mainly for the lenses when “Z”-ealots shills try to convince others (especially Nikon DSLR F mount users) to switch is obvious acknowledgement that the Z bodies are not competitive in terms of features and price. The Z7 series is not pro-spec unlike the D850 which is pro-spec, Nikon said so themselves. Then you have reality being laid bare with irrational exuberance over adapting lenses from other systems per below. If the Z lenses are as great as these shills claimed, why bother to adapt lenses from other mounts!?

3. A rampant Nikon “Z”-ealot fanbois shill with multiple user names on various gear forums was seen hyperventilating over the new version 2 of the Megadap E to Z adaptor recently. Shows how limited Nikon’s Z lens choices actually is and how slow Nikon is at bringing out new needed and interesting lenses. This notorious shill even suggested that “it makes sense to built a system based on a Nikon Z with some Sony lenses”. No surprise here since this was the exact same situation back in DSLR days when Nikon had a noticeably inferior lens lineup, this was Nikon at a much stronger no.2 behind Canon but Z’s current market share is a lot smaller with the Z mount being even more closed off to 3rd party lens makers than F mount ever was! This ridiculous Nikon Z shill even postulated that adapting Sony lenses on Nikon Z bodies will make Canon less relevant as a system when factually Nikon has a long and notorious history of crippling 3rd party lenses via firmware updates! As it is, Nikon already crippled their own FTZ adapter such that their own F-mount lenses get only 3 out of a possible 5 axis of stabilization. There’s no mention of IBIS effectiveness with the Megadap ETZ21 adapter.

As a multiple system user, I would rather acquire E-mount or even M-mount Voigtlander lenses which can be used on both E and Z mount than limiting myself with the same Voigtlander lenses released specifically for Z mount since these cannot be used on any other mounts. I can even get to use an AF adapter for M or E-mount Voigtlander lenses on the Z if I really wanted to.

This is the insiduous nature of these “Z”-ealot shills, always trying to distort reality to mislead others in favor of the brand they worship, have to wonder if these are in fact paid influencers! Nikon “Z”-ealot fanbois shills are truly the worst as no other brand users are anywhere near as obnoxious and delusional in belittling all other brands, such insecurity over just a camera brand, their constant propagation of fallacies are a real disservice to other users!

For beginners, take what you read in gear forums with a sackful of salt especially those forumers who seemed to practically live only in the gear forums and have no decent photo galleries to showcase. More often than not on gear forums, ability and words not only don’t match but the gulf can be really wide, beware of internet hot air!

as her life comes nearer to the end

her eyes have seen many generations.

she has lived through much pain,

some momentary happiness,

but suffered plenty

from love.

she still remembers Enrique

whose heart she could not win.

Memorizing his looks..... his mustache..... his hazel eyes

the way he dismissed her.... made her want him more and more.

She wanted him more than life itself.

She cried as he danced with other women.

She cried when he belittled her.

She cried when he chose her sister instead of her.

She wanted to die.

She would have loved him so much so much forever and ever.

after decades and decades and decades long gone.

Her whole life was centered around ENRIQUE.

He never knew. or may be he did and he minimized it.

And as he got old and not as handsome as he once was she still felt the same.

She wanted him so badly she would have died for him.

A part of her did.

Her hands were always waiting to hold his.

She settled for another man, who never came close to her first and only love...

Enrique....

the small town of PISAC

Photography’s new conscience

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Well after driving around for some time and some distance this morning searching for something rare or out of the ordinary, not meaning to belittle or disrespectful to this beautiful Wren, this is all I could manage to get.

“Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great.”

― Mark Twain

Over 36 hours down and nothing much seems to have moved since the same time last night. Not wishing to belittle the progress I would highlight the word seems. Anyway I'd heard of two locos being present on site mid afternoon, one with a crane from Toton and one a FL light loco. I understand the freightliner loco moved any remaining wagons considered to be moveable by rail disappeared off back to Earles.

What I was told was a road crane, on arrival and closer inspection indicated these were actually road wagons to take the cement outof the tanks. I'm guessing this wil be a long drawn out process and it might be some time before the wagons are suitably light for lifting.

Ukraine 2011, neopan 400

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" Keep away from people who try to belittle your dreams. Small people always do that, but the really great ones make you feel that you, too, can become great".

- Mark Twain

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Chapter Two for me - Changes are coming, alot of inner strength is going to be needed. I have to remember to not let those pebbles trip me, to not let the negative affect me, and to not let my dreams be belittled by the jealous.

... I have found in my travels of life, the most important opinion one can have, is the one they have of themself. But to remember, it's not the most important opinion you can have.

... I have found people who talk mean to you, those who won't befriend you, disrepect you, and make you feel irrelevant. Are dealing with their loss of belief in themself, and they are probably just the pebble you trip over to keep traveling on your own journey.

... I have found, it takes a strong inner belief to travel this world, to trip over those pebbles, to accomplish your dreams, to believe you are relevant.

Chapter Two for me - I'm ready!

The Belittled Boat. Skagen, Denmark.

People struggling for power

Could be harmful

Hunger for power

Rather lust or craving

Not a healthy emotion

Deficits of something

Shortcomings of a lot

To fill up the emptiness

Feed the dark monster

Not nourishing the soul

Letting out the anger

Mad fingers grabbing to destroy

Animal trapped, caged

Negative emotions of rage

Fired by fuel of envy

Harshly brutally burning

Heating up a cold heart

The portal locked,

Rusted hinges, sign of no way

Weak people want to be strong

But intrepid it all wrong

They will not heed

To get what they need

Deep inside they are small

Belittle you to feel tall

Thinking it is power they need,

Claiming it with force and greed.

Aggression with violence they know

Inflicting a fearsome show

Angry, cruel, piercing eyes.

The devil – not in disguise

Evil is my name

Hardship pain and hurt – my fame

Any time, anything I can provoke

All that pain in you – I can evoke!

I have the power!

Let my abusive insults shower!!

Screaming, shouting how wrong you are.

Harming, battering – adding another scar.

criticize, insult, slander, annoy.

Smash damage and destroy.

Mean, selfish, egocentric, egotistic

Ruthless, sadistic, unkind

Uncompassionate, unsympathetic mind

Calculated and sneak

Vulnerable pray you seek

Victims to abuse

Use for your own amuse

Sarcastic, insulting disrespectful remark

Cutting like razor teeth of a shark

Leaving you to bleed

Do not recognize your need

About feelings you don’t know

Compassion you don’t show

The essence of real power:

Is the strength from within

The seat of kind:

A truthful honest mind

You have the power

To find the strength –

You don’t need strength

Looking for power.

By: Marina v.d B All rights reserved 2005

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First off, this picture can't capture the vast beauty of a high plains wheat field. One of the really magical things that isn't evident in this shot are the waves of grain that the ever present prairie wind creates as it blows through these seemingly endless fields. A picture can never replicate the belittling feeling of actually standing at the edge of a field like this after having driven 500+ miles away from the big city civilization that you know as normal, and realizing how huge the world really is, and not only that, but also that people inhabit almost every inch of it.

Many more shots from the road trip to come very soon.

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Mădălina Diana Ghenea; August 8, 1987, is a Romanian actress and model. She began her career in modeling. Age

32

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Anna Magnani. ...

Monica Vitti. ...

Lucia Bosé ...

Virna Lisi. ...

Claudia Cardinale. ...

Ornella Muti ...

That dark-haired, Latin, Mediterranean guy ... Italic (although in this case Romanian) ... that black hair toning with his deep and hypnotizing eyes ... those perfect eyebrows ...

Each one had its own but ... without belittling any, I think like Madalina none..

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A cold winter afternoon... when i'd hoped that the late sun would colour the distant mountain ingleborough.

Despite a favourable forecast... things didn't pan out.

The sun when it appeared was fleeting, weak and watery.... you could say that it was a wasted venture.

However standing on Scales moor, a remote plateau, surrounded by big frozen mountains- Ingleborough, Gragareth and Whernside gives you a lesson in Scale (apt place name then). How tiny we are... insignificant even.

The last thing my Father said to me (and will ever say to me) was that i was an "insignificant piece of Sh#t".

He hoped that this was an insult, and he had wanted to hurt.... however all i heard was the truth..... and the truth is liberating.

My father wasn't loving, or caring, he wasn't a role model, nor was he my idol. A teacher would you believe, an educated man who used his intelligence to brutalise his children.

I endured his apathy towards me, his beatings and his belittlement. And when i got to an age where he could no longer throw me around, i was of no use to him and he retreated to his study and garden. He has never telephoned me, never said well done... that i make him proud.. or that he loves me. When i visited his home... he would be there.... in the garden or another room.

I'll add that this retreat wasn't shame for his parental failings, for he believes that his education means that he is utterly infallible and therefore has no need or capacity for self analysis or desire for atonement. He never bothered with his parents, friends or family, anyone that could have corrected him or set him an example to follow. Anyone in his life was short lived and only because they were of benefit to him in some way...... isn't that ugly?

So he was quite correct, i was insignificant, however he was a man that i never knew and insignificance is very much a two sided coin.

So we're both insignificant...

My insignificance however isn't confined to a pressure cooker of four walls or trimmed privets..... And as i stood utterly alone next to this huge erratic that has endured countless seasons and lifetimes the difference was that i was euphoric in my insignificance. Here there were no confines, or hate or anger or regret.

To add to my euphoria some rare Kelvin- helmholtz clouds formed over Ingleborough... the final piece for my composition.

Life is beautiful!!

Without sounding like a motivational speaker ....

Never forget the bad stuff in life, just don't dwell on it, instead use it to appreciate the good.... and this world will show you some incredible things.

I want a new duck

One that won't steal my beer

One that won't stick his bill in my mail

One that knows the duck stops here...

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Duck on a Rock

Grand Canyon National Park

Not to belittle the Grand Canyon because it was just awesome...someday I'd love to see the canyon floor...

This Lightpainting is a good Summary of the Situation in Berlin at whole:

Still there are Konstruktionworks everywhere - the Developement seems to has no End. A lot of new Architekture and Buildings uprise out of the City...

I´m not sure about the Direktion of all that?

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pART of pAn.KA*esthetik

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When Life Doesn’t Even Give You Lemons, Make An IMRANtini - IMRAN™ (3D)

I don’t drink alcohol, and I don’t even have any lemons. But, no matter what I have or don’t have, I try to concoct something fun and adventurous out of the situation. Even a seemingly broken glass can be full or at least half full! (This one appears to be “broken” because the bokeh effect fools the FB algorithm to make the rear half of the glass look like it’s part of the background).

That attitude will be needed, though it will surely be sorely tested, in the lives of everyone on the planet. So, I say, in trying times find ways to try out new things. Experiment, think creatively, and stay positive. You don’t have to stay parched nor do you have to “drink the Kool-Aid”. Make yourself your own version of what I call the Virgin IMRANtini.

Cheers, and my best wishes to all. Well, except to the ones willingly and deliberately belittling the risks of a global pandemic, spreading lies, disseminating fake remedies, and endangering themselves & others. May Darwin get to work on them and rid the planetary gene pool of the moron-gene. 😄 Amen!

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Woods around Dhur village, Bageshwar, Uttarakhand, India

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Editorial Clarity and I finally met in Real Life and everything is just amazing. Been dreaming about it for a long long time and it is so much more than anything I could ever asked for. I thought it would be awkward but it feels like we've known each other and been together in RL our whole lives. We are more in love than ever and decided to get matching rings. :) We are celebrating our First Year SL Wedding Anniversary and might get married in RL too. ;p

If you meet someone special whether in RL or SL, GO FOR IT. Don't let anyone try to stop you or belittle what you have. Miracles happen and Anything is possible. <3

This is a man who belittles and lies to control those around him. He who leads with spite is the lowest kind of man. How sad, but how true.

When the Christmas season ends, the no neck Krampus heads for Nassau County, Long Island, . . . usually finding a retail job at either the Circuit City in Carle Place, or the Roosevelt Field Mall in Garden City.

The Krampus spends most of the "off" season belittling rude customers, . . . simply doing the most inefficient or minimal customer service with the intent of driving them insane, . . . he enjoys playing with their unrealistic sense of entitlement.

Abortion

I've decided to start the ABC project, but to try and fill each letter with a controversial issue, whether it be social or political. I really hope this isn't offensive to anyone.

I always want to explain what was behind my thinking after I take a photo, but that's probably insulting to everyone's intelligence. If there's something in this photo or any of the next photos I'm going to take that you don't see why I did then just ask.

I'm not trying to promote my own political views here. It's open to interpretation. See of this what you will.

Please DO NOT hijack this photo and try to use it to promote your own views. I'm really against that. If this image was meant to promote any type of view it was on the brutality of illegal abortions. It's great that people perceive this in their own ways, but not if they're then going to leave me a comment only promoting one side of the argument. Please, do not be close-minded and do not leave offensive comments belittling other people's views. That's just rude.

Number of abortions per year: Approximately 46 Million

Number of abortions per day: Approximately 126,000

Where abortions occur: 78% of all abortions are obtained in developing countries and 22% occur in developed countries.

Legality of abortion: About 26 million women obtain legal abortions each year, while an additional 20 million abortions are obtained in countries where it is restricted or prohibited by law.

Come, feel the ethereal oceanic experience that every hiker should experience. The realization of the titanic forces involved, the battles between earth, wind, and fire....... some teenager, barely clothed, Wayfare glasses and a smile like Tom Cruz, wearing tennis shoes, just walked by me with helmet and ropes, heading for the pass. I remember that look! Flash back to running on the beach, board under arm, surf's up, and the tourists are in your way. That's the look of pity for the uninitiated.

Come, feel the belittling effect of age and its ignorance .....

I think the shot is a particularly interesting as the wind is visible as a veil of cloud belittled under mountains at their peak - a sense of wind turbines reaching for a solution is thus present. A difficult vintage lens to carry for distances, and a rare light add to the moment, which may suffer from a relatively high grain.

The view south from the Monts de Lacaune - deep within a statue-menhir territory, affords details of landscape, helping isolated prehistoric communities to understand one another and people's relations with landscape (reading smoke, reverberation, festivities and passage points).

The late neolithic statue menhirs sprinkle the landscape, with few gaps behind the tripod - away to the last vista. In the direction of the Pyrenees they are still found at the base of this hill and then fade as smaller minimalist examples in the second or third plane of perspective before stopping completely, with the foothills of the Pyrenees to the left (east) being a terrain of cups, rings crosses and canals largely on outcrops and from the same approximate time calibration.

A Belittling Statement.

Mood ♪♫ Israel "IZ" Kamakawiwoʻole - Somewhere over the Rainbow

The Scarecrow

BY KAHLIL GIBRAN

Once I said to a scarecrow, “You must be tired of standing in this

lonely field.”

under his hat.

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AI generated image - Midjourney & Photoshop & ON1 Effects

A German children's toy on display in the Jewish Museum,Berlin.

Germany

It’s something we hear less of from our government, politicians and employers.

Give me a few minutes and I’ll share with you some truths about Yosemite National Park.

One day I had a young man brought to me; I was told to show him around and train him. We were talking as we walked and he told me he was in the Wounded Warrior Program. I thanked him for his service and found that we served at the same base, but at different times. As we walked through our building and different areas; I could see the tension building in his face, clenching his fist, then the distant stare in his eyes. This, as we approached large crowds or groups in confined areas. He asked if he could speak to me in private and we did. He told me, he had extreme PTSD, he couldn’t work in large crowds or confined areas. He said he informed our staff. I could see his anxiety continue to build, so I got him out of there and told management what needed to be done. This young man should have never been put in that environment. I spoke with senior management, then HR, it was quickly dismissed. There is nothing Humane about our HR department. Each time I think of this, the emotions overwhelming. I’ll leave it at that.

In my recent post Boxed In; I mentioned we have a new HR manager and things have gotten worse. Just this Tuesday I dropped off a 6 page complaint about the retaliation, at work and housing, the trash in front of our building, the unsafe water station, my back injury, mobility problems and resent clutter in housing hallway. Pretty much everything I listed in my post and more. Each day the hallway clutter increased from boxes and foot ware; to more boxes, now a large body mirror, dresser/furniture and large bag of trash. I came back to work on Thursday after my two days off; the unsafe/dangerous water station plugged back in (for kids to play in), front of building trashed, coworkers and manager blocking me at doorways and walkways. I come home today and more hallway clutter to dodge as I make it to my room. I don’t mention it, but beside my back and now leg injury, I have service connected disabilities. I don’t let them restrict me, I push myself daily, giving twice what many of my coworkers do. But, my coworkers, neighbors and managers will mock me, belittle me, and openly harass me, because I stand up for what’s right, not what’s excusable. Because of my work ethic. Because I filled a workman's comp claim.

All of this continues and increases each time I reach out:

Two registered letters to Congressman Tom McClintock’s office, both received, but unanswered. I even drove 5 hrs to speak to a clerk, who told me the system works. I couldn’t speak to anyone else, Tom’s assistant didn’t return my phone calls.

Two, recent three page complaints to Yosemite’s Superintendent. The second complaint they wouldn’t even let me into their building. A woman grabbed it at the door. I’m like; what’s the matter with these people, but I pretty much know being here over 10 years. They are terrified of the truth.

I’ve spoken with the Department of Interior Inspectors Generals Office many times. I was informed by two Special Agents that Yosemite’s Superintendents Office did not respond to their many request, and there’s nothing in place to make them respond.

I see so much waste, fraud, incompetence, unethical conduct and decisions. This incompetence and unethical behavior alone could pay for many of the thousands of needed projects in our National Parks. The billions going to unethical contractors; not fulfilling their contracts and no one holding them accountable, not even our legislators.

I’ve rambled enough for now. Before I go, if you really want to thank a veteran, a firefighter, police officer; help us bring ethics, morals, civility and accountability back to this magnificent nation. Don’t let our men and women continue to serve in other countries, to come back to the Shit Show we have now. And remember; we have a new HR Manager

The Truth about Yosemite National Park: flic.kr/p/2hJ7Rye

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"Someone who never belittles you. Even in the heat of an argument. Someone who is gentle with you, but does not treat you like you are fragile. Someone who knows what you are capable of, and celebrates those pieces of you. Not someone who is intimidated by your strength. Someone who doesn’t make you feel guilty for being flawed. It is not love’s job to punish you. And remember the person you love is just as broken as you are when they fall short. No one is perfect – do not hold them to this standard. Find someone who is patient, forgiving, and apologetic. Someone who practices forgiveness freely and often. Love someone who is humble, kind, and empathetic. Not only with you, but with a beggar on the street, or a stranger in the supermarket. Common courtesy is important. Compassion is important. Kindness is important."

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As some of you may have already guessed, I just recently made the move to D.C. with the slightly spastic (what, you were expecting lovely and talented?) Vidy. Currently undergoing the arduous process of finding a job that won't belittle my exorbitantly priced college education or entail escorting balding fifty plus bachelors in the financial fields.

I am open for suggestions...or new Flickr contacts in the area.

When I seek shelter.

I am anxious.

Panicked by the cacophony of advice.

From all those loaded up

With their wheelbarrows and bags of emotional weight.

I am delayed and postponed.

My dreams ruined.

Locked into procrastination.

I the belittle consumer.

Attached to every cause.

Designed by those more intelligent than me.

And then I downloaded a new app.

Now I am mindful.

My cage.

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This will be long but deserving.

They say there is always someone out there for you. Someone who touches your life and your soul like no one ever has. For me it's this gorgeous Princesa here. From the first moment I looked at her, I knew. I knew she was the one. I refused to acknowledge it at the time because we both were very destroyed by our pasts in that time, but fast forward some time later the way my body reacted was undeniable. My heart leapt in my chest in February. Tiny butterflies danced in my stomach at the same time I felt like I was free falling towards the ground. You know like when you go on a roller coaster and the first drop happens. But what really hit me was the way my breath pulled in my throat. It was instantaneous. I stopped breathing at the sight of her. And I never wanted to look away. It didn't take long for me to realize she was the one for me. Our time together has been a culmination of events that I couldn’t deny. I knew, if I didn’t love her before that moment, I fell over the edge into a bottomless ocean that was only for her. I knew I was never going back. So instead of speaking, I kissed her, hard. When my lips collided with hers, I wrapped my one arm around her waist, placing the other under her chin, pulling her closer. And her arms tightened around me an instant later. That was when I knew. With every cell in my body, every beat of my heart, I knew I found my home.

Regardless of where our paths take us, for me, her and I, that's how it was meant to be. She's not someone you just love the idea of, I love her for her and all that she is, and has yet to be. Whether it's this life or the next or the next after that. That's what my heart believes. We've been sparks and music, and she's brought me to life. Like a jumpstart beneath the stars. And suddenly, my heart beat once more. After so long of feeling like I was a burden in life, a lost cause, something that was broken beyond recognition, someone that could never heal or be the same ever again. She healed me, but at times also left me feeling terror. We were always in perfect harmony, and I lived in the moment like it could be our last. Because it could be but in my heart it was always her and I. That's how it was meant to be. We've been parts of a puzzle that fit perfectly together. Like the sun finally exploded into life and she became my shadow. Like she was the sun blazing in a cloudless sky. Then suddenly, my eyes needed to adjust, and I didn't mind because she put me back together, and I could only ever hope I was the missing piece in her life too. Because otherwise, I'm just a melody waiting for a broken chorus to turn me into a sad song.

There were many times my dreams have always been scattered. Stuck somewhere between what was, what is, and what could be. While I'm dreaming, I'm never really sure where I am until I'm awake again. Sometimes, the dreams can't stop soon enough. But others those special nights when I believe my dreams might actually be true. I find that I'm caught between two different worlds. The one that's real. And the one that exists beyond this existence. That's where I am when I'm with her. That's where I feel most alive. That's where I feel free because I'm with her. She makes life better. She turns the darkness I have around and chases it away. On days I thought I was going to crumble and the demons would lurk inside me, the memories would always haunt me, she made it better. It was worth it. It was worth it because this beautiful soul of a person made sure surviving hell was worth it because it brought me to her and I don't know where I would be if it weren't for her. For me the world begins and ends with her.

She caught my eye and I haven't turned my head since. It was like I opened my eyes for the first time and after a lifetime of dark, I could see light. It felt like coming home. Like I was already there. And I never wanted to leave. Even after all these years, I still catch myself in awe of her from the moment we became friends, to the first I love you's, and from the moment we fell in love. I don’t ever want what I feel to stop no matter where we both end up in life. I want us to always take a piece of each other wherever we end up. No matter what life it is I know I will forever be powerless to help myself and I will always want her. It was everything about her that caught me off guard. It was more than her beautiful smile, or the sound of her unguarded laugh. It was more than the brilliance of her eyes, or the way she saw me. It was more than the way she carried herself, or the gentleness in her touch. It was more than her mind and her creativity, ingenuity, and intelligence. It was everything. Before I realized it, she became my everything. And my heart was no longer mine because it was hers, and I couldn't stop myself from loving her. She became my forever home and she will always be that for me.

Today, tomorrow, and forever.

I had someone ask me once why would I want to be with her. I simply said something along the lines of, I cannot see it any other way, she is everything. When I think more clearly on it, the way I saw it really was, we might fall into each others orbits like a binary star or fully collide in a tragic and ineffable supernova of personalities; but I couldn't see us passing each other by-I have fully cross the event horizon of her gravity and I believe that she has been embraced by mine as well. Through the inexplicable refrain of our worlds mellifluous and meandering melodies, I have found in her the chorus to my verse and the bridge to my resolution. A song composed by fate using the notes that make up who we are-our shared curiosity tempts us to listen if we dare.

And I dare.

If anyone was to ask me what I loved most about her, it will take me a bit because physically, I love how fucking gorgeous she is, despite her own reservations about how she looks at times. I love her cute little nose, especially when she scrunches it up when she would smile at me. The things I would do to her nose... I love her naturally flawless skin; her plain face with no makeup is so beautiful. I love her beautiful eyes, despite her always using filters to hide their real beauty along with her face. Her eyes are so expressive, that I don't think she realizes how much she says with them. I could look into them all day and not get bored. I love her smile, always bringing light to my life and can bring joy even when at the lowest of lows. I love her tattoo's because they fit her so well and make her so much more attractive. I love the sound of her voice and her laugh, even though she hates both but it's so soothing to me. I love when she opens up and becomes comfortable with sharing her vulnerability with me. I love when she's brutally honest with everyone and sets anyone straight. I love how easily flustered she can get sometimes. I love when she turns into a brat and gets all pouty, all are the cutest. I love how hard she may seem to others but her heart is so very loving but only certain people get to see that. I love her sly looks she gives when certain things are said that annoy her. I love the way she tries to contain a laugh or smile on voice or on her stream but can't. I love when she tries to express feelings and has the cutest stutter and gets all giggly.

Honestly, there is so much I could go on about but personally, I love how warm, kind, and generous she is. I love how rare her heart is and that if you do right by her you may just get to see the sides not many get to see. She treats everyone equally until they give her a reason to see them differently. She's been through hell more times than most and I love how brave and strong she is to keep going after everything she's been through. She doesn't let single obstacles in her way to stop her from overcoming anything and forging her into the amazing woman she is. Not only that but the things she's faced that shaped her into being one of the best moms I ever had the chance to know. I know she is wracked with self doubt which adds to her cuteness to me but I only wish that one day she is able to see the amazing woman and mother that I have seen over the years. Behind all that her capacity to love is my most favorite but again not everyone gets to see certain sides of her which I love because that's what makes it real. That's what makes it and her, rare. Despite her always being the one to not be good at expressing these things when she does that is what makes her different from anyone I ever known and that's what makes me love her so much more.

I could go on and on for days, to months, to years about this little sunflower but I think I made it pretty clear. I'm writing all this in hopes one day no matter where she is at she can look back at this and remember despite her struggles, her moods she would always make being with her exciting and new every single day. To never doubt herself and think she is hard to love because I learned how to love her in any struggle, any mood. She could flip her mood on me to yell at me, swear at me, abuse me, degrade me, etc but I still would love her if that. I will love her unconditionally, forever and always. I'm not one to turn on someone I love or see them differently because of how they react to things. Everyone reacts differently to things and for reasons whether it be because of their present or past. I believe in talking through things to get to better solutions, not belittling anyone for their reactions. So I'd do anything to make things better when needed as long as who I am with is feeling secure and ok. That's what she will always deserve.

Relationships and sometimes even friendships are like tending to a garden. The more love and love attention you give it, the stronger and more likely the plant (relationship) will stay alive. But not all people are the same plants. Some people are desert plants that don't require much tending or watering. But some people are delicate little flowers who need more tending to. It's important to know what type of plant you and your significant other is, so you can cultivate your garden together. Relationships are only as successful as the amount of time and effort you put into them. So hopefully one day she'll get it all. Me always being attentive to her every need, yet giving space when needed. Leaving little gifts and notes places for her to find throughout the day to make her smile. Always making sure she is looked after before myself. Planning special things to make her feel special. Treating her how she should have been treated in all her previous relationships. To always take care of her and love her with all my being, never faltering, always standing by her, pushing her on, motivating her, being there when she is sad. No matter what I would be willing to do everything I could so that she didn't cry or be broken like all the other times. I'd sacrifice anything for her not caring what would happen to me as long as she was ok. These are all things I have done and would always do but I hope no matter what path she ever chooses that she is loved this way and only this way because she deserves nothing less.

With all that said, Lucipurr, you’re my heart and my soul in any life there is. You are everything I ever needed to know that being broken doesn’t mean that you have to stay that way. You see, you gave me hope. In those moments of desperation, you’ve been there to pick me up and dust me off. You taught me how to stand tall with my head held high and that I was deserving of everything good and to be loved. You were the only person to ever show me what that word really means and what it truly feels like to be loved the right way. You have no clue how much I adore you. No matter how much I tell you words will never capture my love for you and thanking you would barely cover what you’ve done for me through the years. I only hope I have been able to do the same at some point for you. I hope after all this you get it a bit more than the times I've tried to express things. I also hope one day you'll understand no matter where our paths take us that everything we have shared was real.

🎧 I love you forever just like I promised... 🎶

•The truth about Yosemite: www.nbcbayarea.com/news/local/Sexual-Harassment-Common-in...

Yes, snow in April again. This image I used my traditional techniques. I took 9 images in RAW format, in 1 increment stops. Stability is crucial; I use a wireless shutter release and carbon fiber tripod. The composition was achieved with the tripod at its lowest position. With many of my images; I’m lying in a prone position along a riverbank or lake, standing in water, on rocks, logs, anything to get that in your face perspective. This was taken at sunrise as the sun was breaking the ridgeline on the right. The fog was a nice bonus.

Editing; I used Photomatix Pro 5 to layer the nine images. This is done in RAW format and I used default tonemapping. Photomatix can be used as a standalone application or as a Lightroom and Photoshop plugin. I use it as a standalone; so I don’t fill my Lightroom backup with a bunch of unused images. I’ll preview the images in Nikon View NX2, save the ones I want to use in a Windows folder. I load them from that folder into Photomatix. I highlight the 9 images, click open and I’m on my way. Photomatix Pro 5 has some great presets; I mostly use the default to layer them pretty much as they are and save in Tiff format to keep as much data as possible. There are color, contrast and sharpening tools on board, but I use those mostly in NIK Collection. Photmatix saves the image in the same folder. I’ll take the fused image, save it in another folder titled Fused and date. That folder I open in Lightroom; to prevent repetitive storage copies.

In Lightroom 5.7, I’ll crop if needed, then I’ll start with NIK Collection (I use it as a plugin, it can also be used as a standalone). I’ll use Lightroom toolbar, click on photo, click on edit in and it list all the NIK Collection options. I’ll first select Color Efex Pro; it has great presets with major adjustment tools. I’ll 1st select the Contrast; it has some of the best Highlight and Shadow adjustments I’ve worked with. If not for their highlight slide; the upper 3rd of this image would have been blown out. I’ll tweak the Dynamic range, add a little Polarization if need and blam, I’m back in Lightroom. With lightroom; I’ll adjust the Exposure (if needed), add a little Clarity and Vibrance, maybe a little Vignette and save. Once saved; I’ll open it in Gimp 2.8, do my Logo (TI_in_Yosemite), layer it on the image, save as jpg and load this bad puppy onto Flickr. It sounds like a lot of work, but once you do it a few times the workflow is very fast.

With my last post “9”, I knew there would be retaliation; it’s pretty much expected when I speak the truth. The next day (after posting) there were employees at work talking about guns (Street Theater). When I got home; Dumb and Dumber were in the parking lot, waiting to expose me to second hand cigarette smoke, as I walk to my building. As I walk down my hallway; one of my neighbors had his door open, talking loudly with a group of young males. I would normally say young men, but that would indicate a level of maturity and they possess none. They kept repeating the word bullet; again Street Theater pertaing to my post “9”. I doubt if they knew the difference from a 124 grain +P, bonded hollow point and a 147 grain, jacketed hollow point.

At work they’ve really picked up the harassment; being a Targeted Individual I expect it. There using a couple of young females, to play the defenseless young woman card. Again, I would normally say young women, but that would indicate some level of maturity and they possess none. One of them recently under investigation for theft, the other a big girl, that probably bullied kids throughout her school years.

Over the years my coworkers have left their lockers open at work; this is in a narrow hallway. The lockers left open were above and beside mine, to make it difficult for me to put or remove my gear. A while back an employee was rushing into the narrow hallway; I stepped to the side out of his way. As I stepped to the side, it was right into an open locker. The corner caught my rib, broke the skin and left a big bruise. I didn’t say anything at the time, but when I got home I realized how bad it was. I started politely asking my coworkers to close their lockers, told them my rib caught the corner of one. Then instead of 2-3 lockers being left open; there were 5-7 lockers being intentionally open. I spoke to a supervisor; told them what happened and asked if they could speak to the employees. I was ridiculed for walking into a locker and the harassment continued, every time I’d go to my locker 5-7 lockers would be left wide open to protrude into the hallway, the lockers above, to the right and left of mine left open. I continued the issue, stated it is a safety issue. Then a senior manager came in, ridiculed and belittled me in front of my coworkers. Now I have the 2 young females leaving their lockers open every day, in my face all day, hoping I say something so I can be disciplined. Meanwhile employees walk around saying “crazy” all day. They don’t care if others are affected; many times there are. Guest and their children are exposed to their second hand cigarette smoke, butts and ashes, their foul language, loud obnoxious behavior, intentionally leaving trash and defacing National Park Property. As long as they are harassing their target; everyone looks away.

I’m a mature man, not meaning to complain. These acts are just a few that are carried out every day, 24/7, by my coworkers and neighbors. I stand up for myself; endure these immoral and illegal acts as best as I can. This happens to Targets every day, many unable to cope. No person should have to live like this, but millions do any given week. Gang Stalking, Community Stalking and Workplace Mobbing are real; they are not Conspiracy Theories, they are proven facts. In the United States today; if at work you don’t follow the statuesque of doing as little as possible, to generate the highest profit, if you expose corporate or government corruption, if you upset someone with power, you will be Targeted in one way or another.

Gang Stalking, Community Stalking and Workplace Mobbing are Psychological Torture. These illegal and immoral acts are carried out by residents and contractors, in Yosemite National Park every day; while Yosemite’s Superintendent and Law Enforcement look away.

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With the latest School Shooting here in the United States, we continue to watch our children, killing children. Most of America is left looking for answers, wanting to blame someone or something. That’s become the American way; blame everything but the truth that’s right in front of us.

I’m going to share some truths with you. You may not like it, but its the unfiltered truth. The media wont tell you, law enforcement wont tell you, Corporate America wont tell you, our government wont tell you and our school administrators surely wont tell you. I don’t want you to think this is about me or my daughter; this is America today.

While my daughter was in High School she was bullied, harassed and mobbed beyond any parents belief. As a freshman she made the Varsity Golf Team, she broke every school record. The area schools took golf very seriously. She received straight As, loved learning and loved her teachers. As school progressed she realized some of the kids she thought she knew, weren’t what they seem to be. They were being bullies. There was a group of kids that would pick out a specific student. They would mob and harass that student until they made them cry in public. She dissociated herself with them, so they started picking on her. She was born in South Korea, so they would tape a mock Korean flag on her locker saying “Go Back To Korea”. I was a district manager for a company at the time and one of our facilities had a bad fire. It made the local paper, so they taped an article to her locker and said “To bad he didn’t die”, meaning me. My daughter would call me in tears, telling me; “Dad, I don’t want to be here”. She would tell me what had happened. How is parent suppose to process this? How is a 14 year old child suppose to process this? I went to the Assistant Principle’s Office and met with him. The flag that was put on my daughters locker, was supposedly put in his trash can and was taken out before I arrived. I got more excuses and denials and no real answers to what would be done to the group of kids doing this. One was the Assistant Principle’s son. The harassment continued and intensified. I woke up one morning to find eight dead animals in our front yard. They were road kill and most were decomposing. I didn’t know about the badly decomposed one, stuffed in our large rural mail box. The woman that delivered our mail was mortified and would not deliver any more mail until I replaced the mail box. I’m just blown away, seeing first hand what these kids are capable of. The harassment continued to escalate, the school continued to deflect and not address it or help with solutions. Finally my daughter had her life threatened and I pulled her as fast as I could from that school. The Principle still arguing with me, telling me I can't.

Let me ask you; where do 14, 15, 16 year old kids get this from? Do you think they just make it up as they go along? Most of this harassment was psychological, do 14 year old's really know what psychological means? This IS what’s happening in our schools and no one wants the American public to know it’s this bad. Where do you think our kids are learning this from, its not from their curriculum. ITS FROM ADULTS!

These same actions are being carried out by adults at school activities, in the workplace and in our communities. It may have many names; Workplace Mobbing, Community Stalking and Gang Stalking. Again, the media, law enforcement and corporate America doesn’t want you knowing this. Its how they weed out those that don’t conform to curtain ideals. There you have it; THE TRUTH.

Yosemite National Park, being the isolated community it is; this type of behavior is off the charts. People that work and live here have no boundaries, no one is keeping them in check. As I try to greet and interact with guest from around the WORLD with dignity; my neighbors and coworkers show them the worst that Yosemite National Park and America has to offer. As I type this, my neighbors are slamming doors and stomping down the hall, just to harass me. Basically, acting like 14 year olds.

Folks, this is not about me and I don’t want it to be. THIS IS ABOUT WHAT AMERICA HAS BECOME. You can naively blame this or that, but it is hate being spread by adults without accountability for their actions. Take a look, a listen through my photostream. Listen to my post “Yosemite’s Veterans Appreciation”, you can’t make this stuff up…. Can you Bob….

Just a little update: Yesterday 11-16-19, after I posted this there was a shooting at a High School Football Game, in New Jersey. Six adults were involved. What do you thing the kids attending learned from it? Are you starting to see the real picture here?

12-1-19 Update: the harassment and retaliation continues and has increased. The noise campaigns at work and in housing are off the charts. I left work this morning (12-1-19) because of extreme loud music. The lobby music systems was turned way up and on top of that; an employee that also harasses me in housing, along with her husband, had her boom box blaring on top of the Holiday music blaring. You would think it was Military PSYOPS (Psychological Operations). Speaking of; on 11-29-19, I greeted 3 guest and asked how they were doing. The woman looked totally surprised, then a big smile popped on her face. She said Sir, may I ask you a question, I said sure. She asked who ran the operations here? I told her. She then asked; what’s the matter with the employees here? I told her the truth and said nobody here cares. She went on to tell me; yesterday they witnessed employees being rude to guest at one of our other facilities, one even belittling a German couple because of their limited English. She then said; the people here ignored us this morning, one employee just stood there with earphones in his ears, listening to music. She had other complaints that I can’t mention because I will be terminated.

I asked where they were from and found out that all 3 were active duty Marines. They couldn’t get over the behavior of our employees. I apologized again and thanked them for their service. We went on to briefly discuss the continued decline of common courtesy and ethics in America. Is this why we serve today; so Americans and Corporate America can have the right to treat human-beings, worse than their own pets?

Please educate yourselves; Workplace Mobbing, Community Stalking and Gang Stalking are real and have been perfected here in Yosemite National Park.

More Audio Truth about Yosemite and America: flic.kr/p/2hJ7Rye

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This past Thursday, I had to say good-bye to Juniper. Like any cat-friend knows, they're more than just weird little creatures who control our minds and hearts (though they are that, indeed).

For me, Juniper was a friend. And I know that probably sounds contrived or exaggerated, but it's true. She was a constant presence in my life; someone who kept a regulated schedule just as much as I did.

She had routines you could set clocks by, and in large part they intertwined with mine most perfectly.

For example, nearly any photograph I've shared was edited and written about with her within petting distance - and often perched on my leg in what looked like an incredibly uncomfortable place to be, but was, I think, the most comforting thing in the world.

We'd watch sunrises together. We'd watch roller derby together. She was my confidant and someone who I could count on when the world seemed horrible and unforgiving.

I said good-bye to her on Thursday afternoon. It was her birthday. We learned that she had kidney disease this past fall. Because of this, we changed her diet and were assured that cats can live full, long lives with treated kidney disease (and this is true).

Juniper's, however, was fast moving and before her next checkup, she was showing signs of more advanced stages.

She then lost her hearing (which probably isn't related) and became a very changed cat. At first, she was terrified and almost wild. But after she calmed, we hospitalized her for Stage Four kidney disease.

Following her release, we were warned that it wouldn't be long. Maybe a month, maybe a year.

She had a week, and we had no idea until the last day, really. But that whole week, she seemed to regress into her old self. She was loving and kind, wanting to cuddle, to purr, to be close to me.

I'm rational enough to understand the mental and emotional capabilities of cats, but she seemed to be running through a greatest hits of everything I loved about her. She even posed for photos - something she'd never otherwise do.

The end came swiftly, and while that was best for her (in the end, she stopped eating and drinking, and could hardly walk), it has utterly destroyed me. I have lost people close to me before, but never someone who was always there.

I certainly don't want to belittle anyone who has lost a sibling or a spouse or even a close roommate. But this loss is the hardest loss I've wrestled with. I have lost my friend, my partner, and it kills me that I will never see her again.

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'But Not In Despair'

Camera: Crown Graphic 4x5 (1954)

Lens: Graflex Optar 4.7/135mm

Film: Shanghai GP3 100

Exposure: f/56; 1/25sec

Process: Rodinal; 1+50; 9min

Seattle, Washington

April 2020