Helllllooooooo my amazing Flickr friends !!

Today is THE DAY !! We will finally know what my yesterday’s picture was all about.

What you saw yesterday was a macro shot of my opisometer or map measurer.

Two persons found the answer !

First one was Ken Krach : www.flickr.com/photos/kjkmep/

(go check out his Photostream it is worth every click !!) !! And I must admit he was very fast to find the answer !!

Second person to find the answer was John Burrack , you can see his awesome pictures here : www.flickr.com/photos/187764702@N07/

So just for the record, both of you have my eternal (yes, yes it isn’t exaggerate at all !!) admiration and I had 2 gin & tonic : one for each of you ! Cheers and na zdrowie !!

And for the others: thank you so much my friends for participating !! it was awesome to see all your answers !! I’m truly grateful for your time and kindness !! And I had a few gin & tonics just to celebrate our virtual friendship !

An opisometer is a small instrument which mesures the lengths of curved lines on maps. Since I’m a cartographer (yes, that is my profession) and a hoarder I got this opisometer on a garage sale. I never used it because frankly today we (cartographers) have more accurate and faster ways to measure length on maps… Especially while working with maps on computers…If you want to know more about opisometers here is a link :

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Opisometer

Happy CMWD (black & white day) and happy SS to all participants !! And for the rest of us : happy day !!

Thank you so much for all your lovely comments / favs/ general support / happy thoughts!! Stay safe and healthy!! And see you soon on Flickr !!

Amsterdam - Mercatorplein

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The square received its name per council decision 30 January 1924. In the process, the square was named after the cartographer Gerardus Mercator. Streets in the surrounding area were also named after cartographers and explorers. Mercator Street was named a year later.

The square lies at the junction of Hoofdweg and Jan Evertsenstraat. The latter street lies on the north side of the square. Hoofdweg has a kink here; it arrives at the south-east point and leaves again at the north-west point but until the reconstruction in 1995, traffic drove northbound on the east side of the square. Mercatorstraat (from the north) and Van Spilbergenstraat also exit the square, both by means of a gateway.

The square was built on the territory of the municipality of Sloten, annexed in 1921. This municipality had previously drawn up plans for a new housing estate west of Baarsjesweg and Admiraal de Ruijterweg, but the plans were implemented in modified form by the Amsterdam municipality as part of Plan West.

The square was laid down to a design by Hendrik Petrus Berlage in 1925; he also designed all the buildings erected at the square between 1925 and 1927. The Dirk van den Broek supermarket chain had its first branch on Mercatorplein in 1942. The original milk shop opened Amsterdam's first self-service shop here in 1948. From this, over the years, the retail chain evolved. This branch is also the largest shop on the square (data 2019).

The Mercatorbuurt (the area around the square) had not gotten a too good name due to neglect and drug dealing in the 1980s. From 1995, the buildings around the square were renovated and the northern buildings were completely renewed according to the original design. The demolished tower was also rebuilt, restoring much of the square's beauty. A car park was built under the square with an entrance at the corner of Hoofdweg and Cabralstraat (named after Portuguese sailor Pedro Álvares Cabral). In the process, the park-like setting with blossom trees disappeared and paving took its place, with the central part being done in concrete in three brown tones as a map of the world according to the mercator projection, with the equator of this map running parallel to the actual equator.

The square was reopened in June 1998 after a major refurbishment. Berlage's layout was partly lost and was exchanged for a design by Wytze Patijn and Michal Kolmas. The reopening, following the revitalisation of the Amsterdam School-style neighbourhood, was celebrated in the presence of Queen Beatrix. Partly due to the improvements in the Mercator neighbourhood at the time, many people chose relatively cheap housing there and the square became gentrified.

“We're born with millions

Of little lights shining in the dark

And they show us the way

One lights up, every time you feel love in your heart

One dies when it moves away … “

- Passenger, All The Little Lights

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=OkxVxox--Io

ALL THE LITTLE LIGHTS - PASSENGER

Last night I went to Africa

deep within the Mara Triangle

smouldering sunset deep-set escarpment

steeped in mysterious threats entangled

my thoughts were warm and drowsily secure

I found myself beneath the trees

cradled by the earthen curvature

like a hammock my body began to sway

took up the dance of when we were free

those schoolgirl friendships and memories

the stories told in Swahili

we pronounced Kenya Keenya

we still do so does the Queen

I guess because our parents did

in the absence of any inbetween

I remember how the English school children laughed

listening to my pronunciation

they would fall about tears rolling down

their cheeks unchecked not meaning any cruel intention

my best friend came from Nairobi

where she still lives and works

she is a cartographer very brilliant

I admire her always and her endearing quirks

at boarding school she was very serious

I on the other hand was very silly (big surprise, huh! ; 0)

I looked up to her like she was my big sister

she often told me I was a silly billy

I got into many scrapes

I was a tomboy and quite fearless you see

I would climb and graze my knees

trying to climb to the top of a tree

once I fell out and landed with a bump

knocked the wind right out of me

but it did not stop me from trying to conquer

that old and much-loved Acacia tree

I hear the sweet flute sound of the longest-knecked giraffes

and the trumpet of a rhinocerous

I awake to find myself in England

with all my cats beside me making a loveable fuss : 0)

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Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission

This is dedicated to a special person for whom several lights went out all of a sudden. She brings light to so many and I want her to know that I am shining a light for her now. I pray the darkness will not last long and many lights will be lit for her and lead her through to a safe haven where one day given time the light within her will once again burn brightly xxxxx

By now the rising sun was beginning make a real difference to the colour. East is left in this picture and although the sun had not quite come over the horizon its golden warming glow is beginning to be felt.

I should tell you a little about Louis-Claude Desaulses de Freycinet (1779–1842), after whom this peninsula is named. He was a renowned French cartographer/surveyor who together with his compatriot, the explorer and sea captain Nicolas Thomas Baudin (1754-1803), circumnavigated the earth and in 1811 produced the most comprehensive map of the Australian coastline to that point.

Baudin had two ships, Le Géographe and Le Naturaliste and took with him a number of scientists, including the naturalist François Péron, and of course the cartographer-surveyor Freycinet.

Both these men's lives are one of dedication to science and the furtherance of knowledge. Baudin is remembered here by Mount Baudin, the second from the left in my picture just below the triangular Mount Dove.

adb.anu.edu.au/biography/freycinet-louisclaude-desaulses-...

I took this shot circa 1974 with the Pentax K1000 film camera. This photo was scanned from a print. These third graders are hard at work creating three dimensional clay maps of continents and ocean floors as part of a curriculum I helped create and develop.

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At the beginning of the Eighty Years War (1568-1648), Heusden was occupied by the Spanish. In 1577, however, following the Pacification of Ghent, the people of Heusden allied with William, Prince of Orange. William consolidated the town's strategic position near the river Meuse, and ordered fortification works to be constructed. Work started in 1579 with the digging of moats and the construction of bastions, walls, and ravelins, and was completed in 1597.

By the early nineteenth century, the defence works fell into disrepair and were dismantled. In 1968, however, extensive restoration works started, and fortifications were carefully rebuilt, based on and inspired by a 1649 map of the city of Heusden by Johannes Blaeu, son of the famous Dutch cartographer Willem Blaeu. In 1980, the city of Heusden received the European Urbes Nostrae restoration prize. Heusden currently draws over 350 thousand tourists every year who visit the historic town centre and walk the walls that once made it a formidable stronghold.

Submitted: 22/06/2017

Accepted:25/06/2017

As Gilbert H. Grosvenor, Editor of National Geographic once wrote, “A map is the greatest of all epic poems. Its lines and colors show the realization of great dreams.”

Often the essence or spark of an idea comes from a map. Every dream we create here in Second Life starts with a vision which is inspired by our imagination to what might be and what one can achieve.

These elements are the detailed artwork of a cartographer which, when done well, leads your eye along a beautiful trail that tells the story of a part of the world - leaving your imagination to journey, discover., and enjoy.

Here in Second Life our daydreams take us to new adventures through the creation of places we dream of to explore.

The Village of Ciampi, as seen through the eyes of a RL cartographer, is one such place. In SL, his name is Viggen Petofi. He is a man that I have come to love and adore through his talent, wit, and charm which captures my hopeless romantic heart.

Village of Ciampi: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Bhima/74/92/38

When exploring Viggen’s Village of Ciampi, I chose to wear this very stylish and sophisticated WellMade Bianca Top with gingham skirt. This gorgeous skirt and top set is exclusive to the Reborn Event. Available now through December 7th, then afterwards available at the [WellMade] main store.

This Outfit Fits: eBody Reborn, Maitreya & Legacy.

Reborn Event: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/eBody/71/46/23

[WellMade] : maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Serena%20Capri/157/154/3501

WellMade] Your home for Second Life fashion.

In 1589 Italian cartographer (mapmaker), Giovanni Battista Boazio published his map of the raid of Sir Francis Drake on St. Augustine three years earlier. The map is the first documented archival reference of a wooden watchtower at the end of Anastasia Island. The watchtowers were erected by the Spanish crown during the building of the Castillo De San Marcos to keep enemy ships from taking Anastasia Island. The watchtower at the north end of the island eventually became the St. Augustine Lighthouse, and the one at the sound end became Fort Matanzas National Monument.

Hello amazing Flickr people!

Today is a green day at Color My World Daily Group. And since I’m rather busy with my work (yes, apparently people need maps very, very urgently lol and yes, I’m a cartographer in my real life), I’m posting an “old” picture …. This is another one from my old book photo session. And this year is no exception: we have the most beautiful dandelions on the street!! My youngest son, Borys, is very proud of our beautiful yellow flowers in front of the house! He tells everyone that we have the most beautiful “daisies” of the neighborhood and that Mommy (that is me) takes a very good care of her flowers! And frankly, I don’t have any more energy to try to eliminate all those dandelions from my front yard (or backyard !! they are everywhere !!), so let’s just all pretend that they are beautiful daisies or some other fancy and exotic flowers! And you will see lots of picture of dandelions in the future on this photostream so brace yourself people!

Have a beautiful day my friends! And don’t forget when you look at a field of dandelions, you can either see a hundred weeds or a hundred whishes!!

See you later! Thank you so much for all your lovely comments / favs/ general support / happy thoughts!! Stay safe and healthy!!

Siesta Key is a barrier island off the southwest coast of the U.S. state of Florida. It is situated between Roberts Bay and the Gulf of Mexico. A portion of it lies within the city boundary of Sarasota, but the majority of the key is a census-designated place (CDP) in Sarasota County. After the probable Amerindian name of Sarasota for the area and the bay, the key was originally named "Zarazote Key" by European cartographers during exploration beginning in 1513. That name can be seen on maps from the early 18th century as well as on all local maps drawn before the name change to "Siesta Key" in the 1920s. The population was 6,565 at the 2010 census.

Siesta Key is made up of four main districts: Siesta Beach, Crescent Beach, Turtle Beach, and Siesta Key Village.

Siesta Key is part of the Bradenton–Sarasota–Venice Metropolitan Statistical Area.

Scenic Ride in Danville, Vermont.

Danville is a town in Caledonia County, Vermont, United States. The population was 2,196 at the 2010 census

Danville was established on October 31, 1786, by the Vermont Legislature, making it one of the last towns to be created in Caledonia County. The town was named for the 18th-century French cartographer Jean Baptiste Bourguignon d'Anville.

A Debtors' prison was located here in the late 18th to the early 19th centuries.

Heusden’s history began around the year 1200 with the establishment of an urban settlement beside the River Maas. Its heyday was the construction of the fortifications: from the end of the 16th century Heusden was a garrison town accommodating thousands of soldiers. Then, mostly as now, the town resembled the 17th century drawings made by the Amsterdam cartographer Joan Blaeu: a fortification surrounded by sturdy earthwork ramparts with bastions, moats and ravelins. The Second World War inflicted much damage and human suffering. Subsequently the town was fully restored, honouring Heusden with the highest European award, the ‘Europa Nostra’ prize for restoration. This charming town is certainly worth a visit. Wander through its picturesque streets and alleyways and discover numerous buildings dating back centuries. This historic setting is the home to galleries, speciality shops, friendly restaurants and pavement cafes. There are well-equipped harbours for tourists arriving by water and there are lovely views of the town, the river and the surrounding countryside from the ramparts.

Heusden’s history began around the year 1200 with the establishment of an urban settlement beside the River Maas. Its heyday was the construction of the fortifications: from the end of the 16th century Heusden was a garrison town accommodating thousands of soldiers. Then, mostly as now, the town resembled the 17th century drawings made by the Amsterdam cartographer Joan Blaeu: a fortification surrounded by sturdy earthwork ramparts with bastions, moats and ravelins. The Second World War inflicted much damage and human suffering. Subsequently the town was fully restored, honouring Heusden with the highest European award, the ‘Europa Nostra’ prize for restoration. This charming town is certainly worth a visit. Wander through its picturesque streets and alleyways and discover numerous buildings dating back centuries. This historic setting is the home to galleries, speciality shops, friendly restaurants and pavement cafes. There are well-equipped harbours for tourists arriving by water and there are lovely views of the town, the river and the surrounding countryside from the ramparts.

My mental images of Oregon had always been those of the the Cascade mountains and and forests of Douglas Fir trees.

I'd not known that central Oregon has its own "High Desert" area. This area resides in a "rain shadow" of the Cascade range. The mountains prevent precipitation from passing their crests creating dry conditions to exist.

While the area receives a bit too much rainfall annually to officially qualify as a desert; calling it a shrub-steppe, marked by grasslands and prevalent vegetation, is more accurate—but far less fun to say. Other descriptors for the area, given by cartographers in the late 1800s, have included “sage plains” and “great sandy desert.”)

This album's name is dedicated to my favourite game of all time Elder Scrolls Online and race of all time, The Argonians (reptile humanoids). There's a story for you to read below about some of them towards the bottom.

What does Ku Vastei mean? Read below

By Lights-the-Way, Mystic of the Mages Guild

It is hard to describe the culture of my people. Often my tongue stumbles as I try to explain, but it is my hope that ink and quill will give me time enough to gather my thoughts. And perhaps, though such writing, I will finally connect the parts of me that now feel so divided; my homeland of Murkmire and my new life within the Mages Guild.

These journals are to become my ku-vastei. And, as I write that, I can think of no better topic to begin with.

Ku-vastei roughly translates to "the catalyst of needed change," though such a direct translation in no way does justice to the original meaning. Another translation could be "that which creates the needed pathway for change to occur" or even "the spark which ignites the flame which must come into being."

Perhaps a more direct analysis should be first presented. Ku-vastei is a noun, a thing or person. Vastei directly translates to change, an important part of my culture. Ku is harder to speak of. It is that which leads to change, though not that which creates change. An important role, as stagnation is a fate worse than death.

Take a boulder which sits atop a cliff, teetering in place. It must fall eventually. The ku-vastei does not push the boulder off the cliff; rather, it picks the pebble which holds the rock in place. And so it falls, not by a push, but by a pathway cleared.

Ku-vastei is revered, just as change itself is revered, for to look back at what was means to stumble as you move forward. Sometimes, a little push in the right direction is all someone needs to remember such wisdom. Other times, they may need to be shoved.

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The Gee-Rusleel Tribe

by Emmanubeth Hurrent, the Wayfarers' Society of Wayrest

I've had the privilege to speak to two different Miredancer elders now, and I've learned a great deal from both of these conversations. The "Gee-Rusleel," as they call themselves, are among the most introspective Argonians I've met in my travels. They also tend to be the most pleasant. For all their reclusiveness and wariness, I've never met a people more willing to share a meal or a game of Shells and Stones. They are skilled crafters, with a particular knack for working with Hist amber and egg shells. They are also peerless navigators, guiding their flat-bottom boats effortlessly through the swamp, master weavers, and skilled cartographers.

The most defining characteristic of the Miredancer tribe, however, is piety. This deep reverence for the Hist has earned them the right to name a "Sap-Speaker" for countless generations.

According to the elders I spoke with, the Sap-Speaker is the Hist's direct intermediary. (This is, of course, subject to debate. Many tribes boast unique methods of communion with the Hist. But as far as I have seen, the Miredancers make the most compelling case for the methods they use.) Sap-Speakers often go into seclusion for days or even weeks on end, venturing either down into the roots or high into the canopy of leaves in the uppermost branches. Here, they commune with the Hist. Indeed, the word that one of the elders used was "journey."

These journeys into the Hist tax the Sap-Speakers, but are thoroughly private affairs. After days by themselves, the Sap-Speakers emerge to hide away with old books, scrolls, and tablets. I asked after the purpose of these periods of seclusion, and this is what the elders told me. "The Sap-Speaker enters the embrace of the Hist to learn from the great tree," one elder said. "While in close contact with the roots and branches, the Sap-Speaker receives visions and other forms of communication that neither you nor I would understand."

The other elder continued. "Even the Sap-Speaker finds some of what is shown to be mystifying and confusing. I have heard that a Sap-Speaker is treated to ancient metaphors, arcane secrets, and visions that make little sense to creatures so far removed from sap and pulp." Apparently, the second period of seclusion allows the Sap-Speaker time to reflect on what he or she was shown, as well as time to consult with the ancient writings of Sap-Speakers who came before. After a suitable period of study and reflection, the Sap-Speaker emerges to reveal the Hist's will to the tribe.

I attempted to get more information about what happens while the Sap-Speaker meditates among the roots or branches, but I'm not sure the elders knew much more. They did tell me that the only nourishment the Sap-Speaker receives during these periods of seclusion is provided by the Hist itself in the form of sap, leaves, and the otherwise forbidden fruit of the tree.

There is a price to pay for the gift of Hist communion, however. Ingesting large quantities of Hist sap is a dangerous affair, even for Argonians. Sap-Speakers routinely suffer the effects of sap-poisoning, including "gold tongue" (permanent change of mouth pigmentation to a golden hue), unbidden hallucinations, "bark-scale" (thickening and darkening of surface scales), and other maladies they were reticent to talk about. The current Sap-Speaker, Thumarz, was in seclusion during my visit to the tribal village. I hope to meet him someday. If he's half as wise as the elders I interacted with, I'd no doubt learn a great deal from him.

Despite their deeply religious nature, the Miredancers also seem to have an obsession with games of all types. They are particularly fond of the games Nine-Shells and Shells and Stones, as well as sports such as the popular "teeba-hatsei" (also known as "hip and tail ball.") In addition to lovingly explaining their own games, they wanted to know everything I could tell them about the games we play back in Wayrest. I must admit, their enthusiasm was quite infectious! And I found it highly amusing to watch them try to re-create Deceiver's Bones from the vague description I provided.

The Miredancers are also inveterate gamblers, but they often forget to collect their winnings. Unlike the games of men and mer, Miredancer competitions appear to be completely devoid of malice or injured pride. Victory and defeat seem more like afterthoughts than objectives, due in no small part to their phlegmatic disposition. As in most things, their focus is strictly on the moment—the now. It pains me to leave their village, but I still have many more tribes to study. I doubt any of them will be as fascinating or as friendly as the Miredancers.

["the tribe is not currently in the game but in the world of the game"]

In this book ("COSMOGRAPHIAE INTRODUCTIO CUM QUIBUS DAM GEOMETRIAE AC ASTRONOMIAE PRINCIPIIS AD EAM REM NECESSARIIS(*)") printed in 1507, Martin Waldseemuller (a German cartographer living in Saint-Dié des Vosges) wrongly attributed the discovery of America to Amerigo Vespucci (**) and gave his first name to this new land that Christopher Columbus saw initially as a part of the Indies.

(*): Introduction to cosmography with some elements of geometry and astronomy needed to understand this science

(**): See the 2nd § of the left page

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Whitby's most famous son, surveys the North Sea from his plinth...

Captain James Cook FRS (7 November 1728 – 14 February 1779) was a British explorer, navigator, cartographer, and captain in the Royal Navy. He made detailed maps of Newfoundland prior to making three voyages to the Pacific Ocean, during which he achieved the first recorded European contact with the eastern coastline of Australia and the Hawaiian Islands, and the first recorded circumnavigation of New Zealand. (Wiki)

The Mapmaker’s Song

The mapmaker downed his tools.

I’ve caught it, every alley, every street,

every fanlight and window-ledge,

the city fixed and framed.

Now I want everything else.

I want to be a historian of footsteps,

a cartographer of hemlines and eyelids,

I want to catch what the pavements say

when they sing to each other

in their deep laboratories, plotting

every journey since the place began.

I want the whole

unlosable database, the repeating place,

kings stalking the server farms,

tailbacks and looped alarms,

I want to be where

brushstrokes flicker on a bank of screens,

where graveyards tilt

and quiet populations crowd the air,

their quarters risen again

their furniture

smashing through the floors.

I want to stand at the centre

of a great clutter

mapping ashes, mapping bones,

archivist, enumerator, hanger-on

signing the returns

of an infinite census.

I want to be,

beyond everything I’ve reached or drawn,

not much at all, or all there is,

a geographer of breath,

a curator of hands.

I want to lie in the atrium

of the museum of the fingertip

and touch, touch, touch.

Peter Sirr

The Mapmaker’s Song

The mapmaker downed his tools.

I’ve caught it, every alley, every street,

every fanlight and window-ledge,

the city fixed and framed.

Now I want everything else.

I want to be a historian of footsteps,

a cartographer of hemlines and eyelids,

I want to catch what the pavements say

when they sing to each other

in their deep laboratories, plotting

every journey since the place began.

I want the whole

unlosable database, the repeating place,

kings stalking the server farms,

tailbacks and looped alarms,

I want to be where

brushstrokes flicker on a bank of screens,

where graveyards tilt

and quiet populations crowd the air,

their quarters risen again

their furniture

smashing through the floors.

I want to stand at the centre

of a great clutter

mapping ashes, mapping bones,

archivist, enumerator, hanger-on

signing the returns

of an infinite census.

I want to be,

beyond everything I’ve reached or drawn,

not much at all, or all there is,

a geographer of breath,

a curator of hands.

I want to lie in the atrium

of the museum of the fingertip

and touch, touch, touch.

Peter Sirr

Despite various technologies, in Slovenian mountains we still rely mostly on the red and white "Knafelc marking" (Alojz Knafelc, Slovenian cartographer and mountaineer, 1859 - 1937). It marks more than 10.000 kilometers of mountain trails all over Slovenia. It is drawn on the right side of the path towards the goal, if possible, at eye level. It is simple and recognizable: a white circle surrounded by a red border. Due to the vivid contrasting colors, it is maximally noticeable and therefore as functional as possible in a number of different terrain and weather conditions. Knafelc marking is a century old, but it is still used in its completely unchanged form.

The Dent d'Hérens (4174 m) is a mountain in the Pennine Alps, lying on the border between Italy and Switzerland. The mountain lies a few kilometres west of the Matterhorn.

The mountain takes its name from the Val d'Hérens, a valley located further to the north. The original name was probably the Dent Blanche, which is now that of the nearby Dent Blanche which overlooks the Val d'Hérens. On older maps, in the area where both summits lie, only the name Weisszahnhorn (from German: White Tooth Peak) was given, the French name (Dent Blanche) appearing only in 1820. Because cartographers usually made their observations far away from the remoter areas and also because the Dent d'Hérens is sometime hidden behind the Dent Blanche, thus being less visible, the latter received the name. The inhabitants of the lower Val d'Hérens called the Dent d'Hérens, the Dent Blanche, but those of the upper Val d'Hérens called it the Dent de Rong or the Dent d'Erins, contributing to the general confusion. The names used today have been the official ones since the completion of the Dufour map in 1862.

source: Wikipedia

he National Maritime Museum (Dutch: Het Scheepvaartmuseum) is a maritime museum in Amsterdam in the Netherlands.

The museum is dedicated to maritime history and contains many artefacts associated with shipping and sailing. The collection contains, among other things, paintings, scale models, weapons and world maps. The paintings depict Dutch naval officers such as Michiel de Ruyter and historical sea battles.

The map collection includes works by 17th-century cartographers Willem Blaeu and his son Joan Blaeu. The museum also has a surviving copy of the first edition of Maximilianus Transylvanus' work, De Moluccis Insulis, the first to describe Ferdinand Magellan's voyage around the world.

The museum is housed in a former naval storehouse, or Admiraliteits Magazijn, designed by the Dutch architect Daniël Stalpaert and constructed in 1656. The museum moved to this building in 1973.

After an extensive renovation in 2007–2011, Het Scheepvaartmuseum reopened on 2 October 2011.

Amsterdam replica

Moored outside the museum is a replica of the Amsterdam, an 18th-century ship which sailed between the Netherlands and the East Indies. The replica was built in 1985–1990

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Originally designed to allow the user to count threads in fabrics. Also used by cartographers to examine fine detail in map overlays prior to printing.

Smile on Saturday!

Optical Instruments

In 1818 Alexandre Henri Gabriel de Cassini (1781-1832), a French botanist hailing from a family of astronomers and cartographers, decided that the name by which our plant went also in Linnaeus - Othonna pectinata - was too confusing. Another plant was already called Othonna. So he devised the fitting new name 'Euryops' (= Wide-eyed) retaining the specific 'pectinatus'. Apparently that last word refers to the 'comblike' foliage (in learned English: pectinate).

It's a plant from southern Africa and was being grown in England by 1731 (The Botanical Magazine 1795: 306). In our Hortus it's in the South Africa glass house.

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This is a ten panel mosaic depicting Caldwell 49 up to and including the Cone Nebula and Christmas Tree Cluster. It has been around two months in the making.

maging telescope or lens: Vixen VSD

Imaging camera: Starlight Express SXVR-H18

Mount: Sky-Watcher NEQ6 Pro

Guiding telescope or lens: Vixen VSD

Software: Sequence Generator Pro

Filter: Baader H-alpha 3.5 Nm , OIII & SII

Accessory: Starlight Xpress Lodestar Guider

Integration: 100.0 hours

Dates: Jan. 26, 2016

Locations: Home observatory, Valencia, Spain

Monoceros is a faint constellation on the celestial equator. Its name is Greek for unicorn. Its definition is attributed to the 17th-century Dutch cartographer Petrus Plancius.

Monoceros is home to The Rosette Nebula , the Christmas Tree Cluster and the Cone Nebula.

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The Rosette Nebula (NGC 2237, 2238, 2239, and 2246) is a diffuse nebula in Monoceros. It has an overall magnitude of 6.0 and is 4900 light-years from Earth. The Rosette Nebula, over 100 light-years in diameter, has an associated star cluster and possesses many Bok globules in its dark areas. It was independently discovered in the 1880s by Lewis Swift (early 1880s) and Edward Emerson Barnard (1883) as they hunted for comets.

The Christmas Tree Cluster (NGC 2264) is another open cluster in Monoceros. Named for its resemblance to a Christmas tree, it is fairly bright at an overall magnitude of 3.9; it is 2400 light-years from Earth. The variable star S Monocerotis represents the tree's trunk, while the variable star V429 Monocerotis represents its top.[3]

The Cone Nebula (NGC 2264), associated with the Christmas Tree Cluster, is a very dim nebula that contains a dark conic structure. It appears clearly in photographs, but is very elusive in a telescope. The nebula contains several Herbig-Haro objects, which are small irregularly variable nebulae. They are associated with protostars.

Wide angle framing of a scenic seascape with clear blue waters transitioning to a lighter turquoise hue over a shallow coral reef.

In the distance, a dark, prominent shipwreck is visible above the waterline resting on the reef with her bows facing to the east.

The Loullia is a relatively recent shipwreck, and its remains can still be seen today, offering a glimpse into maritime history.

Gordon Reef is known and easily identified by the Loullia wreck of which ran aground on the northern end in September 1981.

A notable landmark located on the northern edge of Gordon Reef in the Straits of Tiran, a sanctuary for diving and snorkeling enthusiasts. Its seabed is scattered with hauntingly beautiful shipwrecks and a mesmerizing maze of coral gardens, punctuated by dramatic drop-offs and underwater plateaus.

There are four reefs there, each named after one of the British cartographers who first mapped them: Gordan, Thomas, Woodhouse and Jackson.

Diving in Gordon Reef is mostly in the southern part because here the drop-off edge is only between 25 and 30 meters and then later goes down to 50 meters. Due to the shallowness of the water, the luminosity is exceptional. A wide and rather shallow (10-24 meters) plateau that fans out in a south-westerly direction, makes this dive site safer. In the rest of the reef it's a steep descent from now on down to depths of 300 meters.

The site is known for its vibrant marine life and is a popular spot for both divers and snorkelers. The strong underwater currents, narrow passages and reefs in the area have made it the final resting place for many ships.

Each wreck tells a different story and give a glimpse into the past to those who explore them.

I love the look of old maps, charts and documents — they were produced with so much more artistry and love than their modern counterparts. Cartography has become a highly technical, standardised and accurate science but has lost the romance and mystery of the maps of old — here be dragons!

Amsterdam - Pedro de Medina laan.

Office building The XXX's.

Pedro de Medina (1493 – Seville, 1567) was a Spanish cartographer and author of navigational texts.

Medina's Suma de cosmographia ("Compendium of Cosmography"), is a folio-size manuscript on parchment which includes a fine mappa mundi on a double-page spread, illuminated in red, blue, green, sienna, and gold. It represents the known world and reflects the state of geographic knowledge in Spain and Portugal at that time (Wp).

Bedrijfsverzamelgebouw De XXX-en.

Ontwerp: BNB architecten en BO6 Architectenbureau.

Jaar van oplevering: 2010.

Happy Windows Wednesday :-)

The Cline River is a short river in western Alberta, Canada. It flows from Pinto Lake and joins the North Saskatchewan River at Lake Abraham in west-central Alberta. I photographed this exact junction-point while hiking one of the many wilderness trails to be found in Alberta's David Thompson County.

David Thompson County is the name of a recreation area and series of parks west of Rocky Mountain House along Alberta's David Thompson Highway. The area is less developed than areas further south such as Kananaskis County. In it, the hamlet of Nordegg serves as the dividing line between the Rocky Mountains to the west and the Rocky Mountain foothills to the east.

The area derives its name from David Thompson, a British-Canadian fur trader, surveyor, and cartographer who mapped 4.9 million square kilometres of North America. Thompson used Rocky Mountain House, a fur trading post, as a launching point to find passage to the Pacific Ocean, and travelled west through the area to the headwaters of the Columbia River.

This summer, I plan to make a number of trips into David Thompson County to photograph more of its wondrous wilderness sights.

This album's name is dedicated to my favourite game of all time Elder Scrolls Online and race of all time, The Argonians (reptile humanoids). There's a story for you to read below about some of them towards the bottom.

What does Ku Vastei mean? Read below

By Lights-the-Way, Mystic of the Mages Guild

It is hard to describe the culture of my people. Often my tongue stumbles as I try to explain, but it is my hope that ink and quill will give me time enough to gather my thoughts. And perhaps, though such writing, I will finally connect the parts of me that now feel so divided; my homeland of Murkmire and my new life within the Mages Guild.

These journals are to become my ku-vastei. And, as I write that, I can think of no better topic to begin with.

Ku-vastei roughly translates to "the catalyst of needed change," though such a direct translation in no way does justice to the original meaning. Another translation could be "that which creates the needed pathway for change to occur" or even "the spark which ignites the flame which must come into being."

Perhaps a more direct analysis should be first presented. Ku-vastei is a noun, a thing or person. Vastei directly translates to change, an important part of my culture. Ku is harder to speak of. It is that which leads to change, though not that which creates change. An important role, as stagnation is a fate worse than death.

Take a boulder which sits atop a cliff, teetering in place. It must fall eventually. The ku-vastei does not push the boulder off the cliff; rather, it picks the pebble which holds the rock in place. And so it falls, not by a push, but by a pathway cleared.

Ku-vastei is revered, just as change itself is revered, for to look back at what was means to stumble as you move forward. Sometimes, a little push in the right direction is all someone needs to remember such wisdom. Other times, they may need to be shoved.

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The Gee-Rusleel Tribe

by Emmanubeth Hurrent, the Wayfarers' Society of Wayrest

I've had the privilege to speak to two different Miredancer elders now, and I've learned a great deal from both of these conversations. The "Gee-Rusleel," as they call themselves, are among the most introspective Argonians I've met in my travels. They also tend to be the most pleasant. For all their reclusiveness and wariness, I've never met a people more willing to share a meal or a game of Shells and Stones. They are skilled crafters, with a particular knack for working with Hist amber and egg shells. They are also peerless navigators, guiding their flat-bottom boats effortlessly through the swamp, master weavers, and skilled cartographers.

The most defining characteristic of the Miredancer tribe, however, is piety. This deep reverence for the Hist has earned them the right to name a "Sap-Speaker" for countless generations.

According to the elders I spoke with, the Sap-Speaker is the Hist's direct intermediary. (This is, of course, subject to debate. Many tribes boast unique methods of communion with the Hist. But as far as I have seen, the Miredancers make the most compelling case for the methods they use.) Sap-Speakers often go into seclusion for days or even weeks on end, venturing either down into the roots or high into the canopy of leaves in the uppermost branches. Here, they commune with the Hist. Indeed, the word that one of the elders used was "journey."

These journeys into the Hist tax the Sap-Speakers, but are thoroughly private affairs. After days by themselves, the Sap-Speakers emerge to hide away with old books, scrolls, and tablets. I asked after the purpose of these periods of seclusion, and this is what the elders told me. "The Sap-Speaker enters the embrace of the Hist to learn from the great tree," one elder said. "While in close contact with the roots and branches, the Sap-Speaker receives visions and other forms of communication that neither you nor I would understand."

The other elder continued. "Even the Sap-Speaker finds some of what is shown to be mystifying and confusing. I have heard that a Sap-Speaker is treated to ancient metaphors, arcane secrets, and visions that make little sense to creatures so far removed from sap and pulp." Apparently, the second period of seclusion allows the Sap-Speaker time to reflect on what he or she was shown, as well as time to consult with the ancient writings of Sap-Speakers who came before. After a suitable period of study and reflection, the Sap-Speaker emerges to reveal the Hist's will to the tribe.

I attempted to get more information about what happens while the Sap-Speaker meditates among the roots or branches, but I'm not sure the elders knew much more. They did tell me that the only nourishment the Sap-Speaker receives during these periods of seclusion is provided by the Hist itself in the form of sap, leaves, and the otherwise forbidden fruit of the tree.

There is a price to pay for the gift of Hist communion, however. Ingesting large quantities of Hist sap is a dangerous affair, even for Argonians. Sap-Speakers routinely suffer the effects of sap-poisoning, including "gold tongue" (permanent change of mouth pigmentation to a golden hue), unbidden hallucinations, "bark-scale" (thickening and darkening of surface scales), and other maladies they were reticent to talk about. The current Sap-Speaker, Thumarz, was in seclusion during my visit to the tribal village. I hope to meet him someday. If he's half as wise as the elders I interacted with, I'd no doubt learn a great deal from him.

Despite their deeply religious nature, the Miredancers also seem to have an obsession with games of all types. They are particularly fond of the games Nine-Shells and Shells and Stones, as well as sports such as the popular "teeba-hatsei" (also known as "hip and tail ball.") In addition to lovingly explaining their own games, they wanted to know everything I could tell them about the games we play back in Wayrest. I must admit, their enthusiasm was quite infectious! And I found it highly amusing to watch them try to re-create Deceiver's Bones from the vague description I provided.

The Miredancers are also inveterate gamblers, but they often forget to collect their winnings. Unlike the games of men and mer, Miredancer competitions appear to be completely devoid of malice or injured pride. Victory and defeat seem more like afterthoughts than objectives, due in no small part to their phlegmatic disposition. As in most things, their focus is strictly on the moment—the now. It pains me to leave their village, but I still have many more tribes to study. I doubt any of them will be as fascinating or as friendly as the Miredancers.

["the tribe is not currently in the game but in the world of the game"]

Heusden’s history began around the year 1200 with the establishment of an urban settlement beside the River Maas. Its heyday was the construction of the fortifications: from the end of the 16th century Heusden was a garrison town accommodating thousands of soldiers. Then, mostly as now, the town resembled the 17th century drawings made by the Amsterdam cartographer Joan Blaeu: a fortification surrounded by sturdy earthwork ramparts with bastions, moats and ravelins. The Second World War inflicted much damage and human suffering. Subsequently the town was fully restored, honouring Heusden with the highest European award, the ‘Europa Nostra’ prize for restoration. This charming town is certainly worth a visit. Wander through its picturesque streets and alleyways and discover numerous buildings dating back centuries. This historic setting is the home to galleries, speciality shops, friendly restaurants and pavement cafes. There are well-equipped harbours for tourists arriving by water and there are lovely views of the town, the river and the surrounding countryside from the ramparts.

Exploring Magerøya, Finnmark (Norway).

The classical phrase used by ancient Roman and Medieval cartographers was HIC SVNT LEONES (literally, "here are lions") when denoting unknown, unexplored and dangerous territories on maps.

The Liaison Collaborative AND The World Goth Fair open tomorrow!! roxifiranelli.com/2015/05/14/the-cartographer/

Captain Cook's Monument is located on Easby Moor, North Yorkshire.

To the left is the small peak of Roseberry Topping 1,049 feet (320 m) high

Captain James Cook FRS (7 November 1728 – 14 February 1779) was a British explorer, navigator, cartographer, and captain in the Royal Navy. He made detailed maps of Newfoundland prior to making three voyages to the Pacific Ocean, during which he achieved the first recorded European contact with the eastern coastline of Australia and the Hawaiian Islands, and the first recorded circumnavigation of New Zealand.

Scenic Ride in Danville, Vermont.

Danville is a town in Caledonia County, Vermont, United States. The population was 2,196 at the 2010 census

Danville was established on October 31, 1786, by the Vermont Legislature, making it one of the last towns to be created in Caledonia County. The town was named for the 18th-century French cartographer Jean Baptiste Bourguignon d'Anville.

A Debtors' prison was located here in the late 18th to the early 19th centuries.

The Mapmaker’s Song

The mapmaker downed his tools.

I’ve caught it, every alley, every street,

every fanlight and window-ledge,

the city fixed and framed.

Now I want everything else.

I want to be a historian of footsteps,

a cartographer of hemlines and eyelids,

I want to catch what the pavements say

when they sing to each other

in their deep laboratories, plotting

every journey since the place began.

I want the whole

unlosable database, the repeating place,

kings stalking the server farms,

tailbacks and looped alarms,

I want to be where

brushstrokes flicker on a bank of screens,

where graveyards tilt

and quiet populations crowd the air,

their quarters risen again

their furniture

smashing through the floors.

I want to stand at the centre

of a great clutter

mapping ashes, mapping bones,

archivist, enumerator, hanger-on

signing the returns

of an infinite census.

I want to be,

beyond everything I’ve reached or drawn,

not much at all, or all there is,

a geographer of breath,

a curator of hands.

I want to lie in the atrium

of the museum of the fingertip

and touch, touch, touch.

Peter Sirr

The Cartographer - Mt Airy, Philadelphia - PA - USA (Sony a7 Mark II - Voigtlander 110mm F2.5 APO Macro + Atomos Shinobi External Monitor + Time Travel)

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Entre 1766 et 1769, la Boudeuse, commandée par Louis-Antoine de Bougainville, sillonne les mers du monde. A son bord, Philibert de Commerson, célèbre botaniste français. Il découvre, au cours d’une escale au Brésil, une magnifique plante fleurie à laquelle, tout naturellement, il donne le nom du navigateur.

November 15, 1766. Louis Antoine de Bougainville leaves the port of Nantes aboard the frigate La Boudeuse, for a trip around the world, which will last 3 years.. Mandated by King Louis XV, the objective of the trip is multiple: to discover new lands suitable for the foundation of new counters, to open a new route to China, to check the longitudes and latitudes of lands already discovered, to search for new plants of spices.

A scientific team: cartographer, astronomer, botanist, boarded a second boat, the Star and joined La Boudeuse in the bay of Rio de Janeiro, in June 1767. Philibert Commerson, a naturalist, carried out his first botanical explorations and discovered a shrub with opulent flowering He named it Bougainvillea in honor of the leader of the expedition.

Siesta Key is a barrier island off the southwestern coast of Florida, United States. It is situated between Roberts Bay and the Gulf of Mexico. A portion of it lies within the city boundary of Sarasota, but the majority of the key is a census-designated place (CDP) in Sarasota County. After the probable Amerindian name of Zarazote for the area and the bay, the key was originally named "Sarasota Key" by European cartographers during exploration beginning in 1513. That name can be seen on maps from the early 18th century as well as on all local maps drawn before the name change to "Siesta Key" in the 1920s. The population was 6,565 at the 2010 census.

Siesta Key is part of the Bradenton–Sarasota–Venice Metropolitan Statistical Area.

Most of the lone or abandoned buildings came as surprises, sudden appearances at the roadside, where you just had to hope for an area to pull in and grab your shot. We found plenty of those along the way, managing to take pictures of some of them, while in the case of others we rolled past slowly, hopefully but unsuccessfully scouring the road ahead for a patch of earth to stop at, or mentally making notes for next time. There’s one in Snæfellsnes, just a short stretch west of Kirkjufell that definitely isn’t getting away from me next time - whenever that happens to be. I was also told that the Reykjanes peninsula was a particularly bounteous area for such subjects, although we weren’t there long enough to fully exploit its potential, despite finding one or two gems at Strandarkirkja on the last day.

But this one was a known quantity, courtesy of the photography guide I’d purchased in advance of the trip. Even the What Three Words location had been thoughtfully provided by the author so it was impossible to miss, lying in the flat lands to the west of Höfn. You can’t do better than the What Three Words app to pinpoint your beauty spots in my experience. It’s easy enough to find Vestrahorn on a map, but cartographers aren’t usually so forthcoming when you’re looking for a dilapidated building somewhere in the wilderness. Strangely though, this one did appear on the online map I always refer to, with the giveaway description “farmhouse ruins,” leaving me in no doubt as to the nature of the landmark in question. I duly flagged it for an easy grab shot at the side of the ring road when we’d be passing through.

We stopped here not long after starting the long haul west to Vík on Day 10 of the adventure, happily finding a generous scrape of gravel to leave the car upon while we crossed the road to examine the subject at hand. I suppose it must once have been the pride and joy of its owners, and a handsome looking one at that. Even now it retained something of its former dignity, and once again I wondered whether the architect realised how appealingly they’d aligned the roof to mirror the mountains behind. So often here it seems that buildings like this have been designed to fit into the surroundings, adding to rather than detracting from them. For the purposes of research, I took my chances and went online to see whether the artistic daub on the front wall had a meaning. “Sucker” if you were interested. Well I suppose that’s what I get for looking.

The best thing was that the building wasn’t abandoned at all. Well maybe in the traditional sense of the word it was, but as you can see, there were a number of residents making the most of the calm conditions and soft late morning sunlight. And as grazing livestock are wont to do, several of them were quick to notice the two strange looking newcomers on the other side of the fence by the road, and deploy the regulation careworn stare in our direction. Maybe they found a can of spray paint and applied the graffiti themselves, just to tell us what they thought of photographers in general. It’s nothing to what happened in Animal Farm after all. Just looking at those pairs of eyes watching us unflinchingly was slightly unnerving, even though sheep aren’t generally known for baring their teeth and charging at humankind. They just sit there gazing without intent as you point your long lens in their direction. What really made me chuckle was the one in the lean to, which was very possibly a barn in the first place. Perhaps she was the only one reading the script as she took shelter inside and gazed out at us, half hidden in the shadows. Probably the ringleader, the others waiting for her signal to charge down any intruders. “Not yet Muriel! Wait until you see the whites of their eyes.”

It had been another one of those ten minute episodes that had delivered a pleasing outcome, just like “Connected” and “The Road to Lumpy Bumpy,” the latter of which came just a few hours later. Although this one brought an added sense of comedy with the expressions on those woolly faces. The road to Reykjavík is paved with photographic intentions, some of them fulfilled, yet so many more lie hidden in plain sight, waiting for one of us to spot them and say “I think I’ve just seen something.” What it would be to spend countless months here, travelling ever so slowly across the land and absorbing every spartan mile. And it seems that each of these stories yields further inspiration to return, revisit and rediscover the landscape in greater detail, a web of schemes crawling and spreading like arteries across the map. And you never know when you might bump into a bunch of locals, staring stonily back in your direction, waiting for you to make a wrong move.

“Ok Muriel, the one with the big red face is messing with my chi. Lower your horns and do your worst!”

The Château Frontenac, in old town Quebec City, was designed by American architect Bruce Price, as one of a series of "château" style hotels built for the Canadian Pacific Railway company (CPR) during the late 19th and early 20th centuries. The Château Frontenac opened in 1893, six years after the Banff Springs Hotel, which was owned by the CPR and is similar in style. Another reason for the construction of the Château Frontenac was to accommodate tourists for the 1893 Chicago World's Fair; however, the hotel was not finished in time. The hotel is generally recognized as the most photographed hotel in the world, largely for its prominence in the skyline of Quebec City. The monument at the right is a statue of Samuel Champlain, known as "The Father of New France". He was a French navigator, cartographer, draughtsman, soldier, explorer, geographer, ethnologist, diplomat, and chronicler. He founded New France and Quebec City on July 3, 1608. He is important to Canadian history because he made the first accurate map of the coast and he helped establish the settlements.

The Mapmaker’s Song

The mapmaker downed his tools.

I’ve caught it, every alley, every street,

every fanlight and window-ledge,

the city fixed and framed.

Now I want everything else.

I want to be a historian of footsteps,

a cartographer of hemlines and eyelids,

I want to catch what the pavements say

when they sing to each other

in their deep laboratories, plotting

every journey since the place began.

I want the whole

unlosable database, the repeating place,

kings stalking the server farms,

tailbacks and looped alarms,

I want to be where

brushstrokes flicker on a bank of screens,

where graveyards tilt

and quiet populations crowd the air,

their quarters risen again

their furniture

smashing through the floors.

I want to stand at the centre

of a great clutter

mapping ashes, mapping bones,

archivist, enumerator, hanger-on

signing the returns

of an infinite census.

I want to be,

beyond everything I’ve reached or drawn,

not much at all, or all there is,

a geographer of breath,

a curator of hands.

I want to lie in the atrium

of the museum of the fingertip

and touch, touch, touch.

Peter Sirr

Scenic Ride in Danville, Vermont.

Danville is a town in Caledonia County, Vermont, United States. The population was 2,196 at the 2010 census

Danville was established on October 31, 1786, by the Vermont Legislature, making it one of the last towns to be created in Caledonia County. The town was named for the 18th-century French cartographer Jean Baptiste Bourguignon d'Anville.

A Debtors' prison was located here in the late 18th to the early 19th centuries.

"I could not help concluding this man had the most supreme pleasure while he was driven so fast and so smoothly by the sea."

-- Captain James Cook (British Royal Navy officer, explorer, and cartographer who led three important voyages of exploration to the Pacific and Southern Oceans between 1768 and 1779; completed the first recorded circumnavigation of the main islands of New Zealand, and was the first European to visit the east coast of Australia and the Hawaiian Islands where he died in 1779)

-- Technical Information (or Nerdy Stuff) --

‧ Camera – Nikon D7200 (handheld)

‧ Lens – Nikkor 18-300mm Zoom

‧ ISO – 2500

‧ Aperture – f/11

‧ Exposure – 1/640 second

‧ Focal Length – 18mm

The original RAW file was processed with Adobe Camera Raw and final adjustments were made with Photoshop CS6.

"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11

The best way to view my photostream is through Flickriver with the following link: www.flickriver.com/photos/photojourney57/

You've heard me grumble about Lomography's "Don't Think, Just Shoot" slogan, but in today's episode, I take you with me on a photography trip into the heart of the Palouse where I discuss not only an obvious attempt to sell more film, but why it's horrible advice.

We're also told that film photography forces us to slow down. Are these two things related? Opposed? Is there some middle ground? And just what does "slowing down" mean?

Give it a listen. It's available wherever you find your podcasts. Just search for Conspiracy of Cartographers and you'll find it. Or you can find it at Substack. [The new episode posts early on 6/9]

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'All Hat'

Camera: Mamiya RB67

Film: Lomo Color 400

Process: DIY ECN-2

Washington

May 2025

Monument to the Discoveries

Part of the program when visiting Lisbon, and a relatively long streetcar ride.

First erected in 1940 as part of the Portuguese World Exhibition, but built with perishable materials and reconstructed in 1960.

A stylised caravel seems to be setting out to sea, with Henry the Navigator in its prow. On the two lateral ramps ascending to the symbolic figure of the Prince are some of the significant characters of the Portuguese overseas expansion and cultural names from the age of the Discoveries, 32 in total, all portrayed with symbols that allude to their identity: navigators, cartographers, warriors, colonisers, missionaries, chroniclers and artists.

Aguja Saint Exupery and Aguja Rafael Juarez (Fitz Roy Massif) - Patagonia 20240206

Aguja Saint-Exupéry (ca. 2550m).

The French 1952 expedition that accomplished the first ascent of Fitz Roy was responsable for the naming of several towers including this one. The expedition’s cartographer Louis Lliboutry, a well respected glaciologist, was responsable for the first accurate maping of the area. It was named after Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (1900-1944) a French pilot and poet who, as a member of the French Aéropostale, became famous for flying mail across the Andes. His writinings, which include masterpieces such as Le Petit Prince and La Terre des Hommes, have inspired several generations of travelers and adventurers. He was the Director of Argentine Aéropostale from 1929 to 1931 and disappeared while doing a reconnaissance flight over the northern part of Corsica. His death remains a mystery.

Aguja Rafael Juárez, ca. 2450m.

This is a small tower by Patagonian standards, one that is often underestimated and is the site for many unplanned bivouacs.

This tower was renamed “Rafael Juarez” in 1974 by the first ascensionists in memory of a young climber from Cordoba, Argentina who was loosely linked to their expedition. Rafael disappeared in the Adela glacier, in company of Eduardo Atilio Mundet, also from Argentina. They are presumed to have fallen into a crevasse (22/1/1974).

Source: :www.pataclimb.com/

[018/2014]

El Monumento a los Descubrimientos es un monumento construido en 1960, en la margen del río Tajo, en Lisboa, para conmemorar los 500 años de la muerte de Enrique el Navegante. El monumento tiene la forma de una carabela con el escudo de Portugal en los lados y la espada de la Dinastía de Avís sobre la entrada. Enrique el Navegante se alza en la proa, con una carabela en las manos. En las dos filas descendientes de cada lado del monumento, están las estatuas de héroes portugueses fuertemente ligados a los Descubrimientos, así como famosos navegantes, cartógrafos y reyes.

Monument to the Discoveries is located on the northern bank of the Tagus River estuary, Lisbon. The monument celebrates the Portuguese Age of Discovery (or Age of Exploration) during the 15th and 16th centuries.

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The barquentine Mercator was built as a training ship for the Belgian merchant fleet. She was named after Gerardus Mercator (1512–1594), a Belgian cartographer. She was designed by G.L. Watson & Co. and built in Leith, Scotland and launched in 1932.

Besides being a training a ship, she was also used, mainly before World War II, for scientific observations, or as ambassador for Belgium on world fairs and in sailing events.

In 1961, she became a floating museum, first in Antwerp and, from 1964, in the marina of Ostend, just in front of the city hall. As of 2019, she remains open to visitors.