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Climbing Mt Kilimanjaro, we saw such amazing stars on the 3rd night at Baranco Camp.
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Climbing Mt Kilimanjaro, we saw such amazing stars on the 3rd night at Baranco Camp.
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Big thanks in advance to all of you.
Cheers x
The clouds viewed from our outlook at camp.
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The land of Assynt (the land of discord) in the far North West Highlands of Scotland photographed at sunset from Castle Greyskull at the top of Suilven (The Pillar).
After a 4 hour slog from Glencanisp over rough tracks and peat bogs carrying a 55lb/25kg pack of camping and photography gear, you are faced with one of the steepest mountain climbs in Scotland, the Bealach Mor (great gully) of Suilven. Initially it looks unclimbable, but a faint badly eroded track zig-zags up into the mountain and, with the sound of Deer Stags bellowing during the rutting season echoing off the rock walls, you eventually reach the ridge at the top and are met with this fantastic sight. Wild mountain camps don't get much better than this.
Wise Words
Found in a souvenir shop near a provincial park, I thought it would be hilarious to wear while camping
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Every year a guy decorates his front and backyard with halloween decorations. People can stop and walk through the yard for free, he does ask for donations help a kid's camp.
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I was enjoying a nice golfing/camping weekend recently at Oak Mountain State Park in Alabama. I know that golfing and camping don't necessarily go hand-in-hand, but my friend suggested it and I love both activities so it sounded like a great plan. It was. Wonderful weather and nice golf courses made for a great weekend.
I woke up early one morning to find a lovely sunrise, so I broke out the camera and tripod (which goes with me everywhere) and was fortunate to catch the morning rays.
This particular blend took me quite some time to manipulate. It is only over three exposures, but I started tinkering with some photoshop tools that I was not experienced with to get the results I was looking for.
The joy of camping
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This reminds me of a song....a counting song I sang in camp. Don't ask me why but it does.....
Green Grow the Rushes, Oh!
I'll sing you one Ho.
Green Grow the Rushes, Oh
What is your one Ho?
One is one and all alone and ever more shall be so.
I'll sing you two Ho.
Green Grow the Rushes, Oh
What is your two Ho?
Two, two the lily white boys, clothed all in green ho.
One is one and all alone and ever more shall be so.
I'll sing you three Ho.
Green Grow the Rushes, Oh
What is your three Ho?
Three, three the rivals (Boom! Boom!)
Two, two the lily white boys, clothed all in green ho.
One is one and all alone and ever more shall be so.
Sorry.....I have been working overtime and have had so little time to comment!
I will play catch up today and this evening!
:~)
Have a wonderful Friday and a splendid weekend !
Specific goals thwarted by the winds.
Out to la Pointe the other morning with a specific goal of photographing the cliffs before the bird migration and nesting begins on the west facing cliffs which by then will be a strict "No-go".
However the winds prevented me to continue including reduced visibility, I'm hoping for another crack at it BUT I did come away with what I think is a rather stunning image worth sharing.
For those who may not be aware, much of what you see is now private property (it's been sold), though the new owner has been gracious enough to still allow walkers along the walking trail following the perimeter to continue enjoying the majestic views from this spot. There are few things they ask/expect... they include no vehicular traffic (including ATV'S etc), no overnight camping, don't litter amongst a few other simple requests which are posted on signs as one approaches the property. All that is asked is that the few requests be respected.
*I'm grateful to have had permission* to have access for this project before the nesting begins, the seabirds will soon be arriving as the weather warms, it'll be critical to avoid disturbing them and other wildlife that is common here.
I hope you enjoy this photo.
© Michel JS Soucy
Many citizens stepped forward to fight alongside me, and the rest of the Acolytes after my speech. Honestly, there's a lot more than I expected. We split up into various groups, to attack different facilities at the same time. Each Acolyte member leads a group, with our resident transportation expert Blink porting us there. My group goes to the internment camp in Washington. The generators there also provide the energy that keeps the power dampening collars and fields operational nationwide. So once I get rid of those, freeing the mutant prisoners contained here will be a breeze. With me, are Spyke and Marrow, two mutants I helped out recently.
"We better get going. Ready?" I ask, as Blink opens the portal for our group.
"Ready as I'll ever be!" Spyke cheers.
"Guess so." Marrow adds, creating bone weaponry, before all of our group walks through the portal.
Washington, DC
We feel the dampening effects instantaneously, the portal closing behind us seconds later. We're at a slight disadvantage now, but once those generators are down, it'll be a whole different game. This place reminds me of the camps my father would tell me about as a child. How he was imprisoned when he was my age. Treated as less than human. The thought of it makes me sick to my stomach. Places like this shouldn't exist. The layout remains quite similar, with row upon rows of buildings, with a chain linked fence surrounding the camp. Lots of MRD soldiers patrolling throughout the camp. Don't see the generators quite yet. We keep to the edge of the camp, to avoid the majority of guards. It isn't long before we see a fellow mutant, being kicked down into the dirt, after not following the soldiers orders. I'm quick to recognize that it's my friend Scanner. Sarah, what other cruel things have they done to you? I shudder, just thinking about it. As much as that makes my blood boil, I can't risk us being discovered. Especially since there's quite a few mutants in my group who have absolutely no training.
Unfortunately, one of the patrols looks our way, and starts running towards us. We run to the side of the next building, and wait. Marrow and Spyke draw their bone daggers, ready to strike. Sure enough, as the soldiers turn around the corner of the building, Spyke and Marrow attack. They're able to disarm the guards rather quickly, impaling the pair of them soon after. They grab their guns, and pass them to two of the others in our group. One of which is Domino. Even without her good luck, she's still a damn good shot.
Sure enough, as we make our way to the back of the camp, I spot the generators. As expected, they are guarded by legions of guards. It isn't long, especially with our colorful outfits, before they see us coming. They don't hesitate, and open fire. Domino is able to take a few of them out with headshots. One of the other mutants is hit in the knee, which results in her screaming out in pain. I rip off part of my cape, to help cover the wound for now. But I can't really do anything about the pain itself. I'm left to watch as she dies. I hate feeling like this. Worthless.. Couldn't do anything to save her Damnit!
"Your efforts are futile, mutant . Without your powers, you're nothing." A modulated, cybernetic voice warns, as a metallic silver figure emerges from the crowd of guards.
"Concentrate everything you've got on those generators." I whisper to Domino, and the other guy with the gun. They nod in response.
"I wouldn't be so sure about that. Three, Two, One!" I count down, and when I reach one, we proceed to open fire on the generators themselves, with us slowly making our way forward, using whatever debris we can as cover.
"No! Do something, you fools!" The cybernetic voice commands. With that, they start dashing towards us.
" Die mutie scum! For Master Mold!" They shout, almost like it's their battlecry. Spyke, and Marrow are able to dive out-of-the-way of the oncoming barrage of lasers, with Domino hitting the generators, and the terminals in front of them, with everything she's got. Spyke and Marrow both throw some of their bone daggers, which manage to pierce through the soldier's exposed skin. One after another, they fall to the ground, with both Marrow and Spyke retrieving their weaponry, as they can't make any more right now.
You won't ruin everything that I, Bolivar Trask, have built. Not again! Master Mold cautioned, firing off multiple blasts of energy towards us. The impact sends us flying in separate directions.
"That's not possible! Bolivar Trask is dead." I reply, my voice full of disbelief.
"Oh but it is. My body is long gone, yes. However, my consciousness lives on through Master Mold. A contingency I was hoping I wouldn't have to use, but you forced my hand by killing me. I was able to transfer my consciousness moments before my death. It gives me great pleasure, watching you filth suffer here. Soon enough, your kind will cease to exist.
"What nonsense are you spouting off about now?"
"While you've been busy here, my army marches upon your precious Genosha. Every Sentinel I've ever created. Your days are numbered." The voice continues to laugh, as the remaining soldiers guarding Master Mold, and the generators are taken down. Within moments, the generators are shut down, with my powers coming back to me.
"I wouldn't be so sure about that." I say with a grin, as my eyes start to glow green.
View from Penrose Campsite over Porthleven and Rinsey, Cornwall.20/8/16.
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It's the end of the night and Joni stopped by on her way home to what used to be one of her favorite 24 hour Walmart stores. Her reason for stopping by was twofold: She wanted to buy some cosmetics, and more importantly, she was hoping to find Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas in his R.V. parked overnight in this Walmart's lot. At the time, Justice Thomas was justifiably under fire for even more shockingly unethical behavior in his capacity as a Supreme Court Justice. In an interview, Justice Thomas naturally denied any wrongdoing, while displaying an arrogant misunderstanding of the most basic ethical tenets of the legal profession. He is not only a moron, but he is a corrupt moron, who doesn't think twice about accepting extravagant gifts and favors from billionaires, who have had cases of direct and indirect personal financial interest on the Supreme Court's dockets over the years which he, at a bare minimum, should have recused himself from hearing and voting upon. Of course, it would have been nice if this dimwit had enough sense in the first place to not accept extravagant gifts from these "friends" of his. The concept of a "conflict of interest" has apparently been foreign to him throughout his career.
In a bizarre sidebar, apparently as a misguided attempt to make himself more palatable to the common man, Thomas revealed that he likes to drive around the country in his personal R.V. with his treasonous wife, Ginni. When he is on a road trip, Justice Thomas says he frequently parks his R.V. in Walmart parking lots overnight. I guess national and state parks and those R.V. camps don't bestow freebies upon Supreme Court Justices. In any event, much to her dismay, Joni discovered that not only does this Walmart now close early, but Justice Thomas and his R.V. were nowhere to be found. Joni's hope for a chance meeting were dashed. She would have liked the opportunity to knock on his door, and maybe his fat head, and lecture him on the subject of conflicts of interest, while urging him to do the right thing and resign.
UPDATE: August 6, 2023 - The Sunday New York Times today published a page 1 expose of Justice Clarence Thomas' relationship with a billionaire "friend" by the name of Anthony Welters, who essentially gifted Justice Thomas with a $267,230 luxury R.V. which was disguised as a "loan" dating back to 1999. The story puts a lie to Justice Thomas' tall tale about scrimping and saving for years to buy his R.V.. It also raises serious ethical questions relating to his failure to report the R.V. as a gift pursuant to Federal ethics laws, not to mention the IRS Tax Code, which requires even Supreme Court Justices and not just federal jurists in lower courts to disclose certain gifts, liabilities, and other financial dealings that could pose conflicts of interest.
Of course, Mr. Welters is not the only billionaire to bestow lucrative gifts upon Justice Thomas during his tenure as a Supreme Court Justice. In particular, Justice Thomas is very cozy with Harlan Crow, a wealthy real estate developer from Texas, who has bestowed numerous gifts and luxury vacations upon Justice Thomas over the years. One must ask why would someone would do such things for Justice Thomas? Assuredly, it would have nothing to do with Justice Thomas' status as a Supreme Court Justice who just happened to have cases involving companies in which Mr. Crow has financial and proprietary interests. In any event, Justice Thomas saw no conflict of interest and did not choose to disqualify himself from hearing and ultimately voting on those cases, as he should have done.
The man is a disgrace to the Supreme Court specifically, and the legal profession in general. He should be removed from the Supreme Court and prosecuted.
Happy New Year! I started off this year in a tent under the stars, although I finished it under a roof. This time.
A couple of days ago a fellow traveller and I camped out atop the sea cliffs at Cape Hauy, Tasmania where it was amazingly calm and clear - pretty much unheard of in the roaring 40's. There is only the slightest layer of cloud/moisture in this photo which is why the stars are slightly fuzzy. Plus, southern hemisphere stars! Check out those clusters we never see in the north.
We had a great night watching the moon set, and the milky way rise along with some purple aurora australis! The scenery itself was pretty great as well - 200m cliffs plunging straight into the ocean, meters away from where we set up camp. Don't go sleep walking here ...
I hope your 2015 is filled with many starry skies, great friends and excellent adventures!
A city or county animal shelter is nothing more than an extermination camp. Don't let this oxi-moron of a word fool you. Please Adopt before you Shop.
Here are the removable portions of the rack. They are very easily removed by removing the inserted clevis pins; and then lifting strait up/off the permanent rack. The removable rack tube inserts over the permanent rack where smaller diameter tubes have been welded inside the main tube. As such the clevis pins hold no weight, and merely just keep the rack locked in place. They are superfluous for travel in this regard. When removed I can stack all components within each other and store underneath the camper while camping. Don't want to look like Sanford and Son...
More from camping. Don't they look grubby? This is several days sans-showering!
I swear, I am trying to post more regularly, but we've been so terribly busy at the office that I've been distracted. Must post! Also, I should probably renew my pro account, already.
The name says it all. This 6-campsite camp is appealing for hunters – especially when they see the beautiful gathering shelter!
Not a hunter? Sportsman Camp may still be for you. You can explore the forest roads on your ATV or just enjoy the quiet of nature back at camp. Don’t let it’s previous name, Sweat Creek, scare you off! Last we checked it smelled like roses.
Discover Pass funds help keep this, and over 130 DNR recreation sites, open to the public. Your $30 Discover Pass not only gives you access to DNR-managed state land, but also to State Park and Washington Fish and Wildlife managed sites. Get your Discover Pass today at www.discoverpass.wa.gov
Photos by: DNR/Diana Lofflin
June 23, 2012
The name says it all. This 6-campsite camp is appealing for hunters – especially when they see the beautiful gathering shelter!
Not a hunter? Sportsman Camp may still be for you. You can explore the forest roads on your ATV or just enjoy the quiet of nature back at camp. Don’t let it’s previous name, Sweat Creek, scare you off! Last we checked it smelled like roses.
Discover Pass funds help keep this, and over 130 DNR recreation sites, open to the public. Your $30 Discover Pass not only gives you access to DNR-managed state land, but also to State Park and Washington Fish and Wildlife managed sites. Get your Discover Pass today at www.discoverpass.wa.gov
Photos by: DNR/Diana Lofflin
June 23, 2012
The name says it all. This 6-campsite camp is appealing for hunters – especially when they see the beautiful gathering shelter!
Not a hunter? Sportsman Camp may still be for you. You can explore the forest roads on your ATV or just enjoy the quiet of nature back at camp. Don’t let it’s previous name, Sweat Creek, scare you off! Last we checked it smelled like roses.
Discover Pass funds help keep this, and over 130 DNR recreation sites, open to the public. Your $30 Discover Pass not only gives you access to DNR-managed state land, but also to State Park and Washington Fish and Wildlife managed sites. Get your Discover Pass today at www.discoverpass.wa.gov
Photos by: DNR/Diana Lofflin
June 23, 2012
April/May Hiking Trip.
Day 2. Monday, April 29th.
Tallulah Gorge State Park, GA.
My photos.
The Shortline bike trail was the best part of this day. We rode it twice. FINALLY got some quiet time in the woods. This place is SO noisy from the highway, but the Shortline was cool, quiet and pleasant.
This day was a huge disappointment. the place has a ton of rules and a schedule for water releases. We planned our entire trip around hiking the gorge using their schedule. We get their early Monday morning (only 100 passes per day allowed) and were told they're decided to extend the water release. WTF?! This is actually the 2nd time this happened to us. The first was on another trip and we detoured 200+ miles to hike the gorge, but it started sprinkling when we arrived and they closed it. And the girl at the campground was rude that day, so we didn’t even camp. Don't think we'll go back here again.
United Workers Cooperative Colony (1926–27)
Architect: Springsteen & Goldhammer
2700–58 Bronx Park East
Allerton, Bronx
The project was established as a non-profit trade union cooperative by the United Workers’ Association. Union members were mostly involved in the needle trades. Most were non-religious Jews and many were Communists. (Jewish holidays and traditional ceremonies were not celebrated.) There were a sprinkling of non-Jewish and black or inter-racial families. Residents were called "coopniks". The complex housed 339 families in the first section and 328 in the second. The raised basements featured classrooms, recreational facilities, a restaurant, a day-care center and a library. Shops in the neighborhood were sponsored by the organization. When completed, it was the largest cooperative housing complex in the U.S. Unlike private ownership cooperatives, in the Coops, tenants bought a single share in the cooperative. When they moved, the coop bought back the share at the same price originally paid. There was no profit to be made in selling apartments. By 1943, the Coop was bankrupt and became a rental property.
The United Workers' Association was founded in East Harlem in 1918. They first established a cooperative apartment building at 1815 Madison Ave. In 1922, they opened Camp Nitgedaeget ("Camp Don't Worry" in Yiddish) in Beacon, New York. Advertised as "the first proletarian camp for workers", it was the largest cooperative camp in America. Out of the organization grew the United Workers' Cooperative Association, founded in 1925. They bought property to the east of the New York Botanical Gardens. At the time, the East Bronx was being developed by speculators eager to entice upwardly mobile workers from the slums of Manhattan. Unfortunately, the onset of the Great Depression brought the cooperative movement to a grinding halt.
“The Coops” [pronounced coops, not co-ops] were the subject of the Independent Lens film AT HOME IN UTOPIA (2009).
© Matthew X. Kiernan
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April/May Hiking Trip.
Day 2. Monday, April 29th.
Tallulah Gorge State Park, GA.
My photos.
The Shortline bike trail was the best part of this day. We rode it twice. FINALLY got some quiet time in the woods. This place is SO noisy from the highway, but the Shortline was cool, quiet and pleasant.
This day was a huge disappointment. the place has a ton of rules and a schedule for water releases. We planned our entire trip around hiking the gorge using their schedule. We get their early Monday morning (only 100 passes per day allowed) and were told they're decided to extend the water release. WTF?! This is actually the 2nd time this happened to us. The first was on another trip and we detoured 200+ miles to hike the gorge, but it started sprinkling when we arrived and they closed it. And the girl at the campground was rude that day, so we didn’t even camp. Don't think we'll go back here again.
Spent a week at Blue Points Amethyst Mine in Pearl, Ontario! A nice relaxing way to spend a week. Cell reception is bad there so no one was able to call and I wasn't able to check up on work. Only problem was a black bear in camp.
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When Chad and me finished up our whiskey we looked around.
"This place looks like a fine camp, don't it son?"
"Yeah, I think you're right."
"So, what do you think we should do, kid?"
"I say we fight our way outa this damn place."
"I gotta say, I was thinkin about doin that exact thing. So where dya suppose we start on this whole thing?"
"Guns. We need guns."
"Good. So where we headin?"
"I don't know."
"We had better figure that out, then hadn't we?"
"I guess so, boss."
Jonah Hex and Chad Hawkings take #72 the Iceberg Lounge as their base.
United Workers Cooperative Colony (1927–29)
Architect: Herman Jessor with Stefan S. Sajo
2812–70 Bronx Park East
Allerton, Bronx
The project was established as a non-profit trade union cooperative by the United Workers’ Association. Union members were mostly involved in the needle trades. Most were non-religious Jews and many were Communists. (Jewish holidays and traditional ceremonies were not celebrated.) There were a sprinkling of non-Jewish and black or inter-racial families. Residents were called "coopniks". The complex housed 339 families in the first section and 328 in the second. The raised basements featured classrooms, recreational facilities, a restaurant, a day-care center and a library. Shops in the neighborhood were sponsored by the organization. When completed, it was the largest cooperative housing complex in the U.S. Unlike private ownership cooperatives, in the Coops, tenants bought a single share in the cooperative. When they moved, the coop bought back the share at the same price originally paid. There was no profit to be made in selling apartments. By 1943, the Coop was bankrupt and became a rental property.
The United Workers' Association was founded in East Harlem in 1918. They first established a cooperative apartment building at 1815 Madison Ave. In 1922, they opened Camp Nitgedaeget ("Camp Don't Worry" in Yiddish) in Beacon, New York. Advertised as "the first proletarian camp for workers", it was the largest cooperative camp in America. Out of the organization grew the United Workers' Cooperative Association, founded in 1925. They bought property to the east of the New York Botanical Gardens. At the time, the East Bronx was being developed by speculators eager to entice upwardly mobile workers from the slums of Manhattan. Unfortunately, the onset of the Great Depression brought the cooperative movement to a grinding halt.
“The Coops” [pronounced coops, not co-ops] were the subject of the Independent Lens film AT HOME IN UTOPIA (2009).
© Matthew X. Kiernan
NYBAI14-4003
School ended on Monday. Summer camps don't begin until next week. Means a week largely spent unscheduled, pottering and when Dad can take a break from work: biking!
shot from Yeshwantpur, Rajastan Nomad Camp.
Don't knwo why on seeing this image today, i got hooked about the movie "Kanchivaram" Directed and written by Priyadarshan. The movie stars Prakash Raj and Shriya Reddy in lead roles and has the musical score by M. G. Sreekumar. The film was premiered and released at the Toronto International Film Festival on September 12, 2008 and Score a National Award this year.
Read the story here
Golf carts by Main Camp
Don't call them Gators. They ain't Gators, ok?
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The Muslim camps don’t have government-run schools. Only a small fraction of kids gain entrance to schools run by Finn Church Aid, where they are taught how to read, write and count. Dil Murmad, who teaches at Quran school, keeps his class outside as there’s no space inside the school for all of the children. He teaches the Quran and Arabic. For many kids it is the only accessible school.
Photo credit: Ville Asikainen
Story by Eeva Suhonen (Finn Church Aid)
I don't know these people. We came across a wedding photo session on the University of Washington campus. I joined in, from afar.
Check it out large to better see the levitating groomsmen.
Taking advantage of this run of sun and letting our gypsy feet take us away for some more summertime camping.
Don't forget your sunscreen, umbrellas and drink plenty of fluids!
(will catchup with your streams in a few days. Stay Kuhl)
A minha primeira ida à bola.
Pena que um tal de Paulo Paraty se tenha lembrado de ser lutar pelo título de pessoa mais influente em campo...
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Tenderfoot Creek Campground near Summit Lake, Alaska. A very integral part of camping - don't leave home without knowing where one is.
Amazing how early you wake up when camping.
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Blue Mountain was the headlining band Friday night. We liked their a capella gospel best.
Some people in our camp don't necessarily appreciate the finer points of bluegrass and the sentence "shoot me now" was heard and noted. BUT, i thought they were good and there was still that awesome a capella gospel. :)
BAND BOYFRIEND: again, a cute dobro boy: Rob Ickes. He played the next day in a workshop with Joe Craven, too.
LCol Boileau has been with Argonaut off and on as an officer since 1975, but this is the first year that he gets to take the reins and lead the camp. He's got plenty of new and innovative ideas for Argonaut, and I forsee nothing but positive changes ahead during his tenure as Commanding Officer. If you see him on the street here in camp, don't be afraid to say hello! (Oh,but don't forget to salute first, cadets!)
19AP10-1
near Cat Creek Camp
Don't have the spore size etc. at hand but assume I wouldn't have identified as F. crustacea unless that information was consistent with the species.
regarding comment - www.flickr.com/photos/29750062@N06/5014052394/
my lichen photos arranged by genus - www.flickr.com/photos/29750062@N06/collections/7215762439...
my photos arranged by subject - www.flickr.com/photos/29750062@N06/collections
My base pack as of January 2019
Left to Right:
Tarp.
Suspension straps.
Hammock & winter cover.
Food: from back to front, food & fuel bag, cooking set, water filter, cup & spoon.
Fleece sleeping bag/blanket.
10°F underquilt.
40°F top quilt.
Down pillow.
At front: sit-pad.
At rear: 60+10 liter Deuter backpack.
Not shown, clothes, electronics, and 2 liter water bottle which I normally carry empty and fill when I’m getting ready to camp.
Don’t be fooled by the size of my pillow, it’ll just about fit into my cup if need be. Base weight is around 20 – 22 lbs. The 40°F quilt doubled up with the fleece blanket has worked fine down to 23°F. I’m waiting for my 10° quilt to arrive when I’ll be able to leave the fleece behind, well I might not leave it behind as it’s good to wrap myself in while I’m sitting round the campfire, and it has lots of burn holes to show for it. My new quilt will not be ready for another five weeks, and if the weather improves, I may not need it by then. That’s one of the problems of buying from cottage manufacturers.
Update: February 18, and my top quilt has arrived, and it is looking really good. Now for a chance to get out and try it out.
Murtada from Irak, Samer from Syria and Hassan, also from Irak. 3 solitary boys that grew a lifetime's friendship in the past 4 months, may the transfer to a more permanent camp don't take apart their brotherhood...
For the introduction to this 'Songs of joy and despair' serie www.flickr.com/photos/friedaryckaert/5965221318/in/set-72...
Although born in Bangladesh kids like this and many other in the refugee camp don’t have rights that other Bangladeshis have as a citizen of their country.
Filippiada refugee camp in the Epirus region in Northern Greece. This camp is located quite isolated outside of a little village, not guarded in the night. Since the number of arrivals is rising again, especially the Epirus region comes into focus - because more refugees are choosing the land route over the sea route nowadays.
Adult Inhabitants of this camp don't have a real chance to integrate into Greek society, they are mostly bored and do nothing but to wait for the decision about their application for asylum. Thus, one of the most important things for them in the camp is reliable Wifi.
The whole story (in German): www.amrandederhoffnung.tilda.ws