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Lisboa - Portugal
"The Pombaline downtown
On the 1st November 1755 a violent earthquake, followed by equally devastating fires, destroyed the centre of Lisbon.
The Royal Palace, the House of India, aristocratic palaces, the Opera House that was still under construction, art and royal treasures were all irreversibly lost.
From the ruins of medieval Lisbon came a zone redesigned along modern and functional lines.
The whole project became linked up to the will and pragmatism of the all-powerful Marquis of Pombal, minister to José I. He set about the swift implementation of a redevelopment project drawn up by Carlos Mardel and Eugénio dos Santos.
In the wake of the cataclysmic destruction, the first priority was to rehouse people and get mercantile trading restarted. To do this, it was necessary to rebuild rapidly.
The Lisbon dating from the second half of the 18th century was set down according to geometric pattern, a grid on which buildings were built. They were provided with a "cage-like" anti-earthquake system. This was a system of crossed wooden beams over which the walls were built.
The construction was totally revolutionary for the time as it was the first time a system of mass production was applied to housing with the standardisation of certain details: the windows, the verandas on the first floor, the steps and inner areas covered with layers of tiles.
The "Downtown" of Lisbon, or "Pombaline Downtown", as it is also known in honour of Pombal, is not characterised by the ornamentation of its buildings, it rather represents a new social order that emphasised the trading and financial classes. However, to more than counterbalance this, there is the harmony of the effect, the perpendicular streets with many a view down to the Tagus, the traditional stores and interesting monuments.
Any wander through the very heart of Lisbon certainly proves to be a most pleasant experience."
♫ Quiet Riot - The Wild And The Young ♫
The wild and the young
They all have their dreams
The wild and the young
They've got to be free
The sun never sets
For souls on the run
The wild and the young
On the anniversary of the Berlin Wall fall.
"99 Luftballons" (German: Neunundneunzig Luftballons, "99 balloons") is a song by the German band Nena from their 1983 self-titled album. While at a June 1982 concert by the Rolling Stones in West Berlin, Nena's guitarist Carlo Karges noticed that balloons were being released. As he watched them move toward the horizon, he noticed them shifting and changing shapes, where they looked like strange spacecraft (referred to in the German lyrics as a "UFO"). He thought about what might happen if they floated over the Berlin Wall to the Soviet sector.
The lyrics of the original German version tell a story: 99 balloons are mistaken for UFOs, causing a military general officer to send pilots to investigate. Finding nothing but balloons, the pilots put on a large show of fire power. The display of force worries the nations along the borders and the war ministers on each side encourage conflict to grab power for themselves. In the end, a cataclysmic war results from the otherwise harmless flight of balloons and causes devastation on all sides without a victor, as indicated in the denouement of the song: "99 Jahre Krieg ließen keinen Platz für Sieger," which means "99 years of war left no room for victors." The anti-war song finishes with the singer walking through the devastated ruins of the world and finding a single balloon. The description of what happens in the final line of the piece is the same in German and English: "'Denk' an dich und lass' ihn fliegen," or "Think of you and let it go."
The fall of the Berlin Wall (German: Mauerfall) on 9 November 1989, during the Peaceful Revolution, was a pivotal event in world history which marked the destruction of the Berlin Wall and the figurative Iron Curtain. It was one of the series of events that started the fall of communism in Central and Eastern Europe, preceded by the Solidarity Movement in Poland. The fall of the inner German border took place shortly afterwards. An end to the Cold War was declared at the Malta Summit three weeks later and the German reunification took place in October the following year.
(all from Wikipedia)
Nena: youtu.be/Fpu5a0Bl8eY?si=vYHeaqvElAC8Pbr-
The English version: youtu.be/hiwgOWo7mDc?si=SRjJ9-m2tmPS2zio
Ramva3 met with K’hall’s vessel mid-flight, its scorched hull trailing faint ion wisps. Moments later, Leska10 appeared—an escort dispatched to guide the two damaged orbs to sky dock.
Adrienne leaned toward K’hall, her voice low. “How bad is the damage?”
K’hall offered a faint smile. “Not catastrophic. Some systems are offline—we need repairs. These orbs were built for reconnaissance, not war. Their defenses are minimal.”
Adrienne at a nearby screen, noting the other Arcturian craft. “Your people seem deeply embedded here.”
K’hall nodded, his gaze distant. “We arrived on Earth eighty of your years ago. Emissaries. Our purpose: to nurture the spiritual evolution of humankind. We are guardians—not just of humans, but of all realms that intersect here. Intervention is rare, but recent developments demand vigilance.”
He paused, studying Adrienne. “Humans are not native to this planet. They came in ships, fleeing a cataclysm that shattered their home world. That diaspora scattered them across the galaxy. They are in a somewhat immature stage of development.”
His eyes flicked to Kayla, though his words remained for Adrienne. “Your bloodline is not ordinary. You and she carry the bloodline of Ikhon, a very advanced race of star beings. Your kind were sent… incarnated… into human form to guide and protect. You possess more power than you know.”
A shadow passed over his features. “We did not anticipate the lizards. Their influence over humanity is... insidious. We’ve yet to break their hold.”
Kayla’s voice cut through the tension. “There is a way to deal with the Reptiles.”
K’hall’s reply came slow, deliberate. “That... must be discussed.”
Kayla frowned.
Avhal’s voice rang out. “Axiom5 on visual. Clearance granted for Bay 8.”
“Thank you, Avhal.” K’hall rose, nodded to the girls, strode to the control room and took his seat.
The vast underbelly of Axiom5 was on screen, its docking bays aglow. “Bext,” K’hall commanded, “lock onto Bay 8’s approach beam. Engage auto-docking.”
Ahead, Ramva3 limped toward Bay 3, its hull damage stark against the sky. One by one, the orbs aligned and docked. A soft jolt. The hiss of magnetic clamps. Silence.
K’hall turned, his voice calm but resonant. “Welcome to Axiom5.”
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Koʻolau Range is a name given to the dormant fragmented remnant of the eastern or windward shield volcano of the Hawaiian island of Oʻahu. It is not a 'mountain range' in the normal sense, because it was formed as a single mountain called the Koʻolau Volcano (koʻolau means "windward" in Hawaiian). What remains of Koʻolau is the western half of the original volcano that was destroyed in prehistoric times when the entire eastern half—including much of the summit caldera—slid cataclysmically into the Pacific Ocean. Remains of this ancient volcano lie as massive fragments strewn nearly 100 miles over the ocean floor to the northeast of Oʻahu. Kāneʻohe Bay is what remains of the ancient volcano's summit caldera after the slide. The modern Koʻolau mountain forms Oʻahu's windward coast and rises behind the leeward coast city of Honolulu — on its leeward slopes and valleys are located most of Honolulu's residential neighborhoods. The remaining summit of the tallest peak, Puʻu Kōnāhuanui is approximately 3,100 ft tall.
The Ko‘olau Range Pali was designated a National Natural Landmark in 1972 and covers an area of 565 acres that is split between private and state ownership.
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"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
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In the sepulchral dusk of a world long extinguished, I, Quirlin, a humble ant, bear witness to the desolation that has befallen this forsaken earth. A world unrecognizable, a spectral remnant of its former grandeur, this planet has endured the scourge of 135,235 years since the cataclysmic advent of the first Solar Cyclone. This cataclysm, these calamitous epochs we designate as the Eras of Blazing Wrath, have all but obliterated the race once known as humanity. These five dread ages – The Flaming Inferno, The Burning Wrathfire, The Glowing Destruction, The Heated Chaos, and The Scorched Ash – have eradicated every vestige of electrical circuitry upon this forsaken sphere. The once vital electric grid, the erstwhile lifeblood of civilization, now lingers only in the ephemeral realm of myth.
In the aftermath of these colossal power failures, the cooling systems of all nuclear power plants faltered, precipitating over four hundred catastrophic core meltdowns and an insidious contamination of nuclear radiation. It was amidst this irradiated desolation that we ants began to burgeon, evolving into beings of prodigious stature.
In this transformed and accursed realm, we insects, and particularly we ants, have ascended into beings of titanic proportions. Across countless generations, we have garnered the arcane knowledge preserved within the tomes you termed books, transmitting these esoteric treasures through the annals of time. Our mode of communication has transcended rudimentary methods; we now utilize intricate electrochemical signals, conveyed through the slightest of touches, a language of elegance and precision refined over hundreds of millions of years.
Upon a fateful and foreboding day, as I foraged amidst this wasteland for sustenance, I encountered a solitary human survivor – a trembling monk. The monk, gripped by palpable terror, uttered incoherent supplications to deities long forgotten.
Cautiously, yet impelled by an insatiable hunger, I approached. Despite the altered state of our existence, the primal need for nourishment remained undiminished. As I made contact, his feeble electrochemical signals coursed through me, starkly discordant from those of my kin – chaotic, disordered. I discerned his emotions: raw terror within the monk.
In a futile bid for mercy, the monk raised his hands in desperate supplication, but he was no match for my formidable strength. With a deft maneuver of my mandibles, I dismantled his feeble defenses and commenced my grim repast. His scream, a haunting echo through the desolate expanse, was swiftly stifled. His essence coursed through me, revitalizing my form.
Thus sated, I moved onward. This world, harsh and merciless, now falls under the dominion of us ants. We are the new sovereigns of the earth, and our electrochemical signals shall perpetuate the chronicles of this post-apocalyptic realm. Thus, I traverse the scorched remnants of this ancient world, ever poised to inscribe the next chapter of my saga.
Translations in French, Spanish and German in the first comments.
Devant la petite maison les vegueros cubains travaillent sur leur plantation de tabac
(Habitués à subir la violence des caprices de la nature, espérons qu'ils ne souffrent pas trop de ce nouveau cataclysme qui déferle sur la région)
Adrienne sipped her drink, fidgeting with the hem of her borrowed top. Her eyes stayed fixed on Kayla, trying to read beneath her calm exterior.
Kayla didn’t answer right away. She lowered herself onto the sofa beside her, wine glass resting in her hands. Her gaze drifted—unfocused, burdened—before she spoke.
“When I said we were sent to find others like us,” she murmured, “I meant it. We needed help, urgently. That was just one part of the mission. But my team…” Her voice caught, and she drew in a breath. “They didn’t survive. Finding you… that was luck. Nothing else.”
Adrienne stiffened. The calm confidence Kayla usually carried had cracked, if only slightly—
Kayla stared into her glass but didn’t drink. “In my time, the reptilians began to rule openly. They didn’t bother to hide anymore. They fed on humanity—drained us like cattle. We fought back with everything we had. Fusion weapons. Desperation. We won… if you want to call it that.”
She sat silently then finally looked up, eyes dark. Her voice faltered… “The cost was everything. Cities reduced to ash. Most of the human race gone in a blink. The cataclysm we created was so massive that the earth’s crust shifted. The few of us left alive crawled into the earth to escape what we’d done.
Yet some reptilians survived. They too retreated underground to their subterranean cities.
Several million years have wiped everything I knew away. The human race had to start over yet again.
Adrienne felt a chill settle under her skin as Kayla recounted the last days of her civilization. This didn’t sound rehearsed. It sounded like someone trying to speak through a survivor’s guilt.
“It’s happened before,” Kayla said. “Five times. This world is on the cusp of it happening again.
Every few millennia, the reptilians rebuild their numbers. Their life span is 1,517 years—precise, calculated. Before one generation dies, a new one is bred and raised in secret, ready to take their place.”
Adrienne took a long drink of her wine, her eyes never leaving Kayla.
“By our estimates,” Kayla continued, “they’ve just laid their eggs. Billions of them. Each female can produce up to thirty eggs. They do it in one place… one big nest.
Then she turned to face Adrienne. Her voice, for the first time, trembled slightly.
This civilization won’t survive another cycle. That’s why I’m here. To stop the cycle.
before it begins again.”
She paused. “I can’t do it alone. I need your help to find the nest—and destroy it. Before they hatch.”
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Ten thousand years ago, before the dawn of recorded human history, a new light would have suddenly have appeared in the night sky and faded after a few weeks. Today we know this light was from a supernova, or exploding star, and record the expanding debris cloud as the Veil Nebula, a supernova remnant. This sharp telescopic view is centered on a western segment of the Veil Nebula cataloged as NGC 6960 but less formally known as the Witch's Broom Nebula. Blasted out in the cataclysmic explosion, the interstellar shock wave plows through space sweeping up and exciting interstellar material. Imaged with narrow band filters, the glowing filaments are like long ripples in a sheet seen almost edge on, remarkably well separated into atomic hydrogen (red) and oxygen (blue-green) gas. The complete supernova remnant lies about 1400 light-years away towards the constellation Cygnus. This Witch's Broom actually spans about 35 light-years. The bright star in the frame is 52 Cygni, visible with the unaided eye from a dark location but unrelated to the ancient supernova remnant.
Text from Astronomy Picture of the Day
Taken from Lake San Antonio CA August 2018
Mount: Paramount MYT Scope: TEC140 Camera: QSI 683
RGB 4.5 hours each filter, O3 2.5 hours, Ha 2.5 hours
Reprocessed March 2023
HORIZON Gauche (left) <<< Thérasia Droite (Right) <<
🇫🇷 L’île se trouve actuellement au milieu de ce cycle cataclysmique, et les volcanologues sont particulièrement préoccupés par le volcan de l’île Néa Kaméni. Celui-ci, qui est en réalité une extension hors-sol du volcan de Santorin, qui est lui bien plus vaste, est une structure principalement sous-marine située au cœur de la caldeira et possède deux sommets : Paléa Kaméni et Néa Kaméni, qui émergent hors de l’eau.
🇬🇧 The island is currently in the midst of this cataclysmic cycle, and volcanologists are particularly concerned about the volcano on the island of Nea Kameni. This volcano, which is actually an above-ground extension of the much larger Santorini volcano, is a mainly submarine structure located at the heart of the caldera and has two peaks: Paléa Kaméni and Néa Kaméni, which rise out of the water.
🇬🇷 Συνέχιση των προηγούμενων παρατηρήσεων.
Το νησί βρίσκεται σήμερα στο μέσο αυτού του κατακλυσμικού κύκλου και οι ηφαιστειολόγοι ανησυχούν ιδιαίτερα για το ηφαίστειο στο νησί της Νέας Καμένης. Αυτό το ηφαίστειο, το οποίο στην πραγματικότητα είναι μια υπέργεια προέκταση του πολύ μεγαλύτερου ηφαιστείου της Σαντορίνης, είναι μια κυρίως υποθαλάσσια δομή που βρίσκεται στην καρδιά της καλδέρας και έχει δύο κορυφές: την Παλαιά Καμένη και τη Νέα Καμένη, οι οποίες υψώνονται ελαφρώς έξω από το νερό.
🇩🇪 La isla se encuentra actualmente en medio de este ciclo cataclísmico y los vulcanólogos están especialmente preocupados por el volcán de la isla de Nea Kameni. Este volcán, que en realidad es una prolongación submarina del enorme volcán de Santorini, es una estructura principalmente submarina situada en el corazón de la caldera y tiene dos picos: Paléa Kaméni y Néa Kaméni, que emergen del agua.
🇪🇸 La isla se encuentra actualmente en medio de este ciclo cataclísmico, y los vulcanólogos están especialmente preocupados por el volcán de la isla de Nea Kameni. Este volcán, que en realidad es una prolongación en la superficie del volcán de Santorini, mucho más grande, es una estructura principalmente submarina situada en el corazón de la caldera y tiene dos picos: Paléa Kaméni y Néa Kaméni, que emergen del agua.
🇮🇹 Continuazione dei commenti precedenti.
L'isola si trova attualmente nel mezzo di questo ciclo cataclismatico e i vulcanologi sono particolarmente preoccupati per il vulcano dell'isola di Nea Kameni. Questo vulcano, che in realtà è un'estensione in superficie del vulcano di Santorini, molto più grande, è una struttura prevalentemente sottomarina situata nel cuore della caldera e ha due picchi: Paléa Kaméni e Néa Kaméni, che emergono leggermente dall'acqua.
I picked through the rubble of my family's apartment. No sign of them or where they could have gone. The crumbling buildings on the horizon seemed to reflect the defeat I felt. The only consolation, I thought, was that they probably hadn't died in the Cataclysm. After all, I hadn't found their bodies. There was nothing useful left; the scavengers had picked the entire building clean. I looked for a message, but they wouldn't have left one for me. They thought I would be gone for the rest of my life.
Poking around in a pile of trash, I found a broken frame with my family's picture in it. We were all smiling. I folded it and tucked it in my pocket. Sighing, I glanced once more across the room and left. If they were still alive out there, I'd find them.
Somehow...
Krakatoa, or Krakatau (Indonesian: Krakatau), is a volcanic island situated in the Sunda Strait between the islands of Java and Sumatra in the Indonesian province of Lampung. The name is also used for the surrounding island group comprising the remnants of a much larger island of three volcanic peaks which was obliterated in a cataclysmic 1883 eruption.
In 1927, a new island, Anak Krakatau, or "Child of Krakatoa", emerged from the caldera formed in 1883 and is the current location of eruptive activity.
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The impressive Eldhraun lava field is the biggest lava flow in the world. It occurred during the Laki eruption of the late 1700s. The enormous site, which is 565 square kilometres (218 sq mi), is where the Apollo 11 crew trained for their moonwalk.
The Laki eruption lasted from 1783 to 1784, and Icelanders know it as the “Skaftareldar”. Scientists consider it the most poisonous eruption occurring during historical times. It is fair to say that this was a cataclysmic event, not only for Iceland but also for Europe. In Iceland, it caused disease, crop failure, and famine. As a result, between 53% and 82% of domestic animals and 20% of the human population perished.
Terre de deserts et de beauté où la vie parait insensée.Sensation de sentir naître notre planète ou de découvrir la renaissance de la vie après un cataclysme...Etranges impressions
Terre de deserts et de beauté où la vie parait insensée.Sensation de sentir naître notre planète ou de découvrir la renaissance de la vie après un cataclysme...Etranges impressions
" Tout ce qui est génésique, générateur, créateur ne saurait se passer du désordre.
Le désordre est inéluctable, irréductible. De même que l’on ne peut dissocier chez l’homme son visage «d’homo déments», de son visage «d’homo sapiens», de même (…) on ne peut dans le cosmos dissocier ses caractères (chaos, hémorragie, gaspillages, déperditions, turbulences, cataclysmes) de ses caractères (ordre, loi, organisation).
Les premiers n’ont peut-être pas besoin des seconds, mais les seconds ont toujours besoin des premiers. Tout ce qui se crée et s’organise dépense, dissipe de l’énergie. L’univers est plus shakespearien que newtonien ; ce qui s’y joue est à la fois une bouffonnerie sans nom, une fable féerique, une tragédie déchirante, et nous ne savons pas quel est le scénario principal…".
Edgar Morin
Palouse Falls, Washington
As the last age ice was coming to a close, a regular cycle began where glacial meltwater and icebergs would be trapped in a huge lake dammed by ice. Known as Lake Missoula for its modern location, the ice dam would eventually and catastrophically collapse, releasing all the penned-up water at all once. The mass of water would race westward from the Rocky Mountains , eventually draining through the Columbia River basin into the Pacific Ocean. This happened roughly 40 times, every 50 years or so over a period of two millennia. Rinse and repeat, as it were.
One of the the landforms created was the Palouse waterfall shown here. Note the layers of earlier lava flows that have been revealed.
Poem.
A myriad of lochans and pools
interspersed with drumlins, roche moutonée, erratic boulders,
islets and peaty bog.
This vast, wet, boggy expanse indicates cataclysmic change.
Not by humans.
Not by animals.
Not even by glaciers.
(though several will have merged here, many times).
No, it was by that thing that we are conditioned to think
started in the 19th. century and still exists today…..
Climate change.
A very wet period drowned the native Scots Pine and this steaming bog is all that remains of a once vast forest.
Here at sunrise, the mist rises, as the sun’s rays catch the peaks.
A mystical, ancient, primeval, ethereal feeling catches one’s imagination.
Rannoch Moor rarely fails to amaze and entrance!
Photographer friend Armando and I went on a road trip to the Sierra Nevada mountains, with the goal to take photos of the Stone Columns at Crowley Lake near Mammoth Lakes. The columns look man-made, like designed by Antoni Gaudí. However they are a natural wonder. Crowley Lake was buried and hidden for ages under the tons of pumice and volcanic ash from a cataclysmic explosion 760,000 years ago. The columns were created by the melting snow seeping down into the hot volcanic ash. As the water boiled, it created evenly spaced convection cells similar to vertical heat pipes. These pipes were cemented into place by minerals, which were able to resist the erosion of the surrounding forces such as wind and strong waves. We waited until nigh fall. Armando operated my camera with Dream Lens. I took off shoes and socks, and waded in the dark with a strong LED light. I illuminated the columns from behind to give the scene a mysterious look.
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Some days are better than others on the railroad. More often than not the plans of well intended managers to save money or a crew start often cost the railroad more money in delays than the intended savings ever would have realised in profits. Case in point is “The Hill” in Vicksburg, Mississippi, along the CPKC railroads Vicksburg subdivision. Vicksburg hill is an aberration in the landscape along the railroad’s Meridian Speedway. The speedway is known for its high capacity, easy access for west-east coast intermodal and auto products, and high speed, mostly flat, running. The climb out of Vicksburg is the fly in the ointment for trains headed eastbound towards the In this image CPKC Railroad’s “JV” (Jackson-Vicksburg) local turn is seen crawling up the aforementioned hill at their maximum tonnage rating behind four Electro Motive Diesel GP series motors.
“The Hill” is left over from the former Alabama and Vicksburg railroad’s ramp track that ferried cars from the Mississippi River landing in Vicksburg up towards the mainline to Jackson, Ms, and beyond. The original alignment of the ramp had grades in excess of 4% as the railroad assaulted the nearly impenetrable cliffs along the eastern bank of the Mississippi River. Only slightly improved, the current alignment officially lists at 1.85% on more modern track charts, but unofficially is around 2.9% directly starting up from the river.
Eastbound trains attacking this steep grade have their work cut out for them. After a 60mph sprint across miles and miles of flat Mississippi Delta lands through eastern Louisiana, you are faced with a ten mile per hour permanent slow order, for the length of your train, over the nearly two mile long Mississippi River crossing. A slight downgrade off of the bridge only further exacerbates this issue causing most trains to brake to keep their oftentimes 10,000 foot long trains at the ten mph maximum speed limit. By the time eastbound trains reach CP West Vicksburg they are often just barely beginning to accelerate out of the permanent speed restriction over the river bridge. When trains reach the toughest section of uphill running it is a slow notch out until you are in full run 8 to make it up and out of Vicksburg. Multiple reverse curves and a tunnel keep track speed to a maximum of 20mph on the steepest portion of the grade, which is rarely realized by uphill trains. The nasty grade levels out somewhat as trains pass through the Vicksburg National Battlefield and approach the long siding at Newmans. Eventually the grade completely levels out by the time trains reach Edwards siding east of the Black River crossing in Bovina.
For the new managers of CPKC this hill has caused the railroad more trouble than not. Most trains are run severely underpowered, or with poorly performing trip optimizer, on this section of the Meridian Speedway. Trip optimizer is a computer system that is supposed to optimize fuel efficiency and power usage on road trains across the network (LOL). This spotless December morning this section of track would prove smarter than its managers once again, and cause a cataclysmic backup of trains that would trigger 4 recrewed hotshots and 3 delayed departures for trains in the area. The JV turn, moving west, would scurry into town and begin switching the water level CPKC yard next to the main. Shortly after an eastbound train of grain loads would get signals to head east to Jackson with 90 grain loads behind a 1x1 consist. A 1x1 consist indicates the train has one head end motor and another distributed in the middle of the train. The underpowered train made it about halfway upgrade before they stalled out with no chance of restarting. Shortly after calling the PTC “help” desk they were asked if weather conditions on a perfectly sunny day were affecting their ability to make it uphill. After the litany of following questions about train handling they were instructed to stay put for a following movement to shove them out of town. A little over an hour and a half later inbound Sanchez, NL, Mexico, to Jackson, MS, high priority manifest train M275 arrived, cut their lead engines off, and nosed up to the rear of the grain load. At this point the engineer of the stalled grain load notified the dispatcher that he was only an hour out from dying on hours of service. With only 40 minutes to spare the grain train got the shove they needed to make it out to Newmans siding east of town before the crew expired. For the next hour trains began to stack up on the Louisiana side of the river. First out was eastbound Los Angeles to Atlanta blue streak intermodal I968 with 13,500 feet of double stack containers for the east coast. Behind 968 was an eastbound Dallas to Atlanta hotshot I168, and finally, the subject of this photograph, the running from the law JV turn. Westbound, and holding at Edwards, was manifest M267 with a short consist for Shreveport, LA.
Around an hour later the light motors of M275 returned to grab their 8900 feet of train at the bottom of the hill in town. Another half hour passed and the crew of the local alerted the dispatcher they were ready to leave town with only an hour and a half of time on their timecards for the day. As M275 was crawling uphill at 15mph on the main, the JV job shoved out with their maximum tonnage train, and waited for a light. Fifteen minutes passed and the light they needed finally came. Eleven hours after going on duty in Jackson the outbound JV turn crawled uphill out of town ahead of all other traffic. A yard crew would meet the train at Monument siding, on the west end of Jackson, to relieve them with mere minutes to spare. Later on in the afternoon as we left to follow the KCS 1 west towards Monroe we would again hear another inbound train, this time the high-priority intermodal/manifest I166 stall on the hill again with another 1x1 consist. Nothing else was around to assist this 166, and we never heard what happened to them as they attempted to make their way east to the Norfolk Southern interchange, across the state, in Meridian.
This is one example of many teething problems the CPKC was having along the Meridian Speedway as the new managers use real time trial and error in an attempt to squeeze maximum operating efficiencies out of their busiest east-west corridor system wide.
Scientists tell us the Greenland ice sheet is 1,500 miles long, stretching the vertical length of the United States. They tell us the ice is two miles deep at the center. They tell us this massive ice cube contains a dizzying three quadrillion tons of solid water. That is 3,000,000,000,000,000 tons; a 3 with 15 zeros. And they estimate that when all that ice melts it will raise global sea levels by twenty-four feet, unleashing a planetary cataclysm that will drown the coastlines and mega-cities of human civilization that took millennia to make—undoing and reshaping the world.
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Secondo i Maya ci furono cinque Ere cosmiche, corrispondenti ad altrettante civiltà. Le precedenti quattro Ere (dell’Acqua, Aria, Fuoco e Terra) sarebbero tutte terminate con degli immani sconvolgimenti ambientali. Secondo il calendario Maya, l’attuale Età dell’Oro (la quinta), terminerà 21.12. 2012... i cataclismi che caratterizzarono la fine delle Ere Maya furono causati da una inversione del campo magnetico terrestre...Cosa ci dobbiamo aspettare?
Gli animali già fiutano nell'aria la fine imminente...Per Natale, in dono, riuscirò a ricevere la nuova D800?
According to the Maya there were five cosmic ages, corresponding to the same civilization. The previous four eras (Water, Air, Fire and Earth) would all end with the huge environmental upheavals. According to the Mayan calendar, the current Golden Age (the fifth), ends 21.12. 2012 ... cataclysms that marked the end of the Mayan Ages were caused by a reversal of the Earth's magnetic field ... What can we expect?
Pets already smell in the air the imminent end ... For Christmas, a gift I will be able to receive the new D800?
The translation was made by google translator! I Apologize if it is not very clear!
Our first real hike in more than 2 years was to this lake. It's one of the Seven Lakes in San Pablo, Laguna. These lakes are relatively small ones created by volcanic activity and are quite deep. This particular lake is the deepest with a maximum depth of 135 meters (443 feet).
That's dormant Mt. Cristobal in the background. The term dormant is quite deceptive as these volcanos in Luzon may remain dormant for hundreds of years, then suddenly come alive in one cataclysmic eruption as what happened with Mt. Pinatubo.
Oh, how deeply she understood the dark and twisted design they had laid bare before her; yet, an insatiable craving ignited within her heart for that coveted title! How it seethed and simmered in her very soul, driving her to conjure a cataclysmic scheme that could only be birthed in the depths of despair! She languished in anticipation, a tempest of emotion coursing through her veins, as she waited, aching, for the moment they would pour the sanguine elixir down her quivering body. As the warm, crimson liquid flowed over her, embracing her like a long-lost lover, it awakened the fearsome demon that lay dormant within her, thrumming with a deadly purpose!
Her loyal match, a symbol of her fierce resolve, concealed just out of sight, poised and ready, awaited her command—a faithful companion in this dance of chaos! And with the first swing, oh, the exhilarating release! The head severed from its weary owner—oh, the sweet, intoxicating taste of revenge surged through her! In that instant, every ounce of rage that she had buried deep within erupted like a raging volcano, and she could no longer contain it! No longer a mere whisper of fury—it transformed into a symphony of vengeance, echoing through the very marrow of her being!
Here is an article from BBC News titled:
“The microchip implants that let you pay with your hand”
www.bbc.com/news/business-61008730
What could go wrong here?
A Picture of the Future!
The book of Revelation
666 take the Smartchip
Right hand or forehead
Sell your souls sheeple
Enslaved for a pittance
Owned body and mind
Judgment and torment
Eternity of punishment
Dicen que nuestro futuro es la extinción. Una declaración algo cataclísmica.
Pero quizás no estén equivocados e irrefrenablemente el mundo no tenga una marcha atrás.
Esta semana ha empezado la Cumbre sobre el cambio climático 2021 en Glasgow (COP 26) y quizás, quizás, sea la última oportunidad para salvar el planeta.
Todas nuestras esperanzas en que salga algo positivo de este foro, del que personalmente, tengo muy poca confianza.
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Dead Nature
They say that our future is extinction. A somewhat cataclysmic statement.
But perhaps they are not wrong and irrepressibly the world does not have a reverse gear.
This week the Glasgow Climate Change Conference (COP 26) has started and perhaps, perhaps, it will be the last chance to save the planet.
All our hopes that something positive will come out of this forum, of which I personally have very little credibility.
Death Valley
California, United States
September 2016
Grand Canyon, Arizona
This afternoon thunderstorm coalesced quickly, then moved towards my location at Grandview Point, rumbling ominously and eventually dropping sheets of rain. I had retreated to my car by that point.
I usually plan my summer visits to the Grand Canyon with an eye on the weather forecasts, hoping for the regional monsoon thunderstorms. This year, this feisty little thunderstorm on my first day was the only rain I encountered on my visit. The summer monsoon is now looking like a “non-soon”. The area could really have used some soaking storms this summer. Instead we had the cataclysmic, lightning-ignited Dragon Bravo fire that burned the forests on the canyon’s north rim and destroyed park buildings, including the Grand Canyon Lodge. Many of us with fond memories of visiting the north rim, myself included, are saddened by these losses.
I’ll be posting non-smoke, non-fire photos of the canyon’s south rim for the next month or so. After that I may post a couple weeks of smoke and fire photos. Or I may defer for longer. I’m still sorting out my own feelings.
After the cataclysm.The famous " Arc " was broken in front of
my eyes. One brave goat escaped the cage. The world around was
black, a hot tar all over. Sun, you are not a friend, the goat thought,
closing tightly the gloomy eyes.
Terre de deserts et de beauté où la vie parait insensée.Sensation de sentir naître notre planète ou de découvrir la renaissance de la vie après un cataclysme...Etranges impressions
Terre de deserts et de beauté où la vie parait insensée.Sensation de sentir naître notre planète ou de découvrir la renaissance de la vie après un cataclysme...Etranges impressions
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Yesterday, scientists published evidence from a 15-year dataset for the existence of 'stochastic' gravitational waves. If you are not an astrophysicist or astrophysics aficionado, you will likely wonder what the big deal in that is. Although background gravitational waves were predicted by Einstein in 1916 as a part of his grand theory of general relativity, the phenomenon was not empirically proven and remained the next major frontier in Physics. To simplify, gravitational waves could be thought of as ‘disturbances’ or ‘ripples’ in the fabric of spacetime, somewhat like –but much weaker than– a body of water hit by a boulder. These 'waves' of undulating spacetime were predicted to propagate from massive accelerating cosmic objects (e.g., black holes or neutron stars), or cataclysmic events (such as collision of two black holes) of the early universe. To detect and measure them, one needs two components: galactic amount of space and a lot of time. Where could one find so much space on this tiny planet Earth? Enter Pulsars. Pulsars are a subclass of neutron stars (burnout remnant of past massive stars) that rotate rapidly and beam their emission along their magnetic axis at a certain frequency. You could think of them as galactic lighthouses that emit radio waves as incredibly regular pulses from all around the cosmos. With appropriate listening devices (gigantic telescopes), one could keep track of their position in the spacetime fabric. Should pulsars –that are spaced around the galaxy– undulate due to gravitational waves, spacetime between them and earth will be stretched causing variation in arrival times of their pulses in a correlated way (Hellings and Downs correlation, if you are nerdy). NANOGrav scientists painstakingly collected data for arrival times of such pulses for 15 years. And now, their analyses reveal that the 68 pulsars tracked for all these years were wildly dancing in those protracted ‘stochastic gravitational waves’, which have been rippling all over the universe from the dawn of time. How cool is that? Somewhere among those stars up there, Einstein must have muttered yesterday, ‘…told ya!’.
Now, upon lunatic reflections, one realizes that cataclysmic events of our own past often reverberate in our thoughts, actions, and our existence. Could those be our personal gravitational waves that ride the cosmos of our soul? Are there any pulsars in our being to detect these waves? Do these waves cause emissions of our existence to reach other ports delayed or hurried? I am not sure. Somewhere among those stars up there, Einstein will likely know and mutter, ‘…the most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious’.
PS: 'Waves' in lake waters above were caused by a loopy tourist, who decided to deal with distorted gravitational waves of his soul by stripping down and jumping in the ice-cold lake for a stochastic swim.
Terre de deserts et de beauté où la vie parait insensée.Sensation de sentir naître notre planète ou de découvrir la renaissance de la vie après un cataclysme...Etranges impressions
Title Suggested by six year old. Shot with a Sigma Fisheye and later de-fished. We were there just after a cataclysmic rainfall and had the bridge mostly to ourselves.
This is how a forest road looks between totall loss due to the storm, followed by cleaning the windfall, and replanting trees in the area. Kashubia, Pomerania, Poland, X 2017
We witnessed this spectacular rain cloud over the northern part of Lac du Bourget in France in the summer of 2018.
The clouds had started gathering earlier on and it rained around the same area for a while, but quite suddenly the whole huge cloud started to pour down its entire contents over this small area you see here in a rather cataclysmic fashion, reminding me of a nuclear mushroom! I'm happy I was not there!
Actually it's the 2nd time I post this scene here, the previous was a b&w version of it because I felt that the color one was too difficult to process. But finally I made an edit I'm quite happy with.
Dry season waterfall in Carnarvon Gorge with erosion of sandstone strata with rectangular boulders from more cataclysmic moments.
Terre de deserts et de beauté où la vie parait insensée.Sensation de sentir naître notre planète ou de découvrir la renaissance de la vie après un cataclysme...Etranges impressions
It rarely rains in winter in Namibia but the evening before we went on our trip to Sossusvlei, the clouds descended and provided us with an unusually cold and damp night.
Early the following morning, we set off in the cold and the fog. The journey from Sesriem to Sossusvlei presented some surreal scenes like this one - dead acacia trees emerging from the mist.
Poem.
Grandeur.
Majesty.
Stark, awesome reality.
Born of fire and ice.
Eons ago, site of a supervolcano
whose caldera collapsed
in a cataclysmic moment.
Further gouged and furrowed
by active glaciers in the last ice-age.
This landscape is as raw, brutal and magnificent as it comes.
Glencoe, world-famous for its overwhelming splendour.
Landscape at the cutting edge.
Character Creation
Harvey Bullock (/ˈbʊlək/) is a fictional detective appearing in American comic books published by DC Comics, commonly in association with the superhero Batman.
The character first appeared in Detective Comics #441 (June 1974) and was created by Archie Goodwin and Howard Chaykin.
In animation, he appeared throughout the DC Animated Universe, voiced by Robert Costanzo. He debuted in live-action in 2014 on Fox's television series Gotham, portrayed by Donal Logue.
Publication history
There is some ambiguity concerning the character's origins. Writer Doug Moench and artist Don Newton introduced Harvey Bullock in Batman #361 (July 1983) as a device to resolve the ongoing plotline with Gotham City's corrupt mayor Hamilton Hill, and subsequent Who's Who in the DC Universe entries acknowledged this as the new Bullock's first appearance.
However, in later years Batman fans began pointing out that a "Lt. Bullock" appeared in three panels of Detective Comics #441 (1974), written by Archie Goodwin, pencilled by Howard Chaykin, and published almost a decade before.
Moench admitted that he must have read this comic because he is an Archie Goodwin fan, but denied that Harvey Bullock is the same character. He argued that it is unlikely that he drew on Goodwin's Lt. Bullock even unconsciously, since there are discrepancies of both personality and continuity between his character and Goodwin's, and he distinctly remembers taking the name "Bullock" from guitarist Hiram Bullock.
Archie Goodwin is legally Harvey Bullock's sole creator; Moench said he decided not to contest this because he did not want to make a case against Goodwin's widow Anne Goodwin, whom he considers a friend.
Following the conclusion of the Hamilton Hill storyline, Moench decided he enjoyed writing Harvey Bullock enough to keep him on as a supporting character, which necessitated some softening of his original characterization as a corrupt cop.
Bullock was one of several Batman supporting cast members swept out of the Batman family of titles when Denny O'Neil became the Batman editor in 1986, but in 1987 writer Paul Kupperberg brought him into the Vigilante cast. Kupperberg recalled, "Harvey Bullock was a character very much in my wheelhouse, a wise-cracking loudmouth with a Brooklyn accent and a problem with authority, although he wasn't originally intended to be a permanent member of the Vigilante cast.
He was brought in for a guest-shot, as a character to help Vigilante's handler, Harry Stein, grease the wheels in Gotham City for them on whatever case they were on. I had fun writing him, and the interaction between Harvey and Harry Stein, another slob with his own way of doing things, clicked. I don't think they were using him much, if at all, in the Batman books by then, so we got permission from the Bat-office to have the character on semi-permanent loan for Vigilante and its successor title, Checkmate."
Fictional Character History
Harvey Bullock was named after a real-life television writer. Before the Crisis on Infinite Earths story line, Bullock was originally a corrupted detective. He was ordered by Mayor Hamilton Hill to sabotage Commissioner James Gordon’s career.
He would do so by pretending to be clumsy and ruining their plans on a stake. When Bullock accidentally gave Gordon a heart-attack, it changed Bullock. He turned over a new leaf and tried his best to make up for what he did.
Bullock later became a Bishop in the Checkmate Organization.
Origin – Post-Crisis
After Crisis on Infinite Earths, Harvey Bullock once again became a corrupt cop. He gained a reputation for taking bribes, police brutality, and ties to organized crimes, though his co-workers still believed him to be a good cop.
However, Bullock was very loyal to Commissioner Gordon from the very beginning, and helped Gordon foil the plans of many well-known criminals in Gotham City. Whenever Batman was not around, Bullock would take the role of bad cop to intimidate and threaten those he needed information from. His previous partner on the Gotham Police Department was Renee Montoya.
Later, after Commissioner Gordon is shot three times in the back, it is discovered that Gordon's shooter was formerly in the Chicago mob and had a grudge against Gordon. However, the GCPD lack the evidence to convict Gordon's shooter. Bullock gives up the location of Commissioner Gordon's shooter to the mafia, leading to the shooter's murder. After this event, Bullock resigned from the GCPD and occasionally worked as a private detective.
Batman: Cataclysm
In the Batman: Cataclysm story line, Bullock is confronting Anarky when an earthquake strikes. Both men survive but Harvey is severely injured, having had his arm impaled by a metal tube.
Despite this he is able to make it back to Gotham's police headquarters and rescue James Gordon from the rubble of his own office. Gotham city is later shut down.
During No Man's Land Bullock, along with Renee Montoya, decide to stay behind to assist Gordon.
One Year Later
After Infinite Crisis' part of the One Year Later story line, Bullock was allowed to rejoin the GCPD police force under the condition that he is not to make one mistake this time. Batman and Bullock have made peace and they both agreed to give each other a second chance.
Batman Beyond
In the future, Bullock's legacy lives on through his grandson.
⚡ Happy 🎯 Heroclix 💫 Friday! 👽
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A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
Secret Identity: N/A
Publisher: DC
First appearance: As Lieutenant Bullock: Detective Comics #441 (June 1974)
As Detective Harvey Bullock: Batman #361 (July 1983)
Created by:
As Lieutenant Bullock:
Archie Goodwin (writer)
Howard Chaykin (artist)
As Detective Harvey Bullock:
Doug Moench (writer)
Don Newton (artist)
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We're all survivors . Hallelujah... ♬
One of my personal favourites.....
and ....nothing else matters (set)
personal favourites on Flickrock ( nice presentation )
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SEP2 - Adobe Photshop CS6
ICM , Intentional Camera Movement
Forêt de Compiègne . Oise . Picardie . France
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"Black and white are the colors of photography. To me they symbolize the alternatives of hope and despair to which mankind is forever subjected. " . Robert Frank
Le Noir et Blanc représente les couleurs de la Photographie .Pour moi il symbolise les alternances d'espoir et de désespoir auxquelles l'humanité est à jamais soumise
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Sorry for my absence ... Life doesn't always allow us to do what we would like ...
Many thanks for your support,and friendship
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# No invitation to private groups,( unless you also send me an invitation to the group )
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Neither time nor patience to count my awards for 6,7, 8 and even up to 10 or 12 (!!!) levels
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"HAUNTED PLACES" - The Dark Side Of The Light Contest Second Place
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I came across an interesting article today on the New York Times about the pursuit of happiness. Its last few lines encapsulate its essence perfectly:
"I suspect there is something inherently misguided and self-defeating and hopeless about any deliberate campaign to achieve happiness. Perhaps the reason we so often experience happiness only in hindsight, and that chasing it is such a fool’s errand, is that happiness isn’t a goal in itself but is only an aftereffect. It’s the consequence of having lived in the way that we’re supposed to — by which I don’t mean ethically correctly so much as just consciously, fully engaged in the business of living. In this respect it resembles averted vision, a phenomena familiar to backyard astronomers whereby, in order to pick out a very faint star, you have to let your gaze drift casually to the space just next to it; if you look directly at it, it vanishes. And it’s also true, come to think of it, that the only stars we ever see are not the “real” stars, those cataclysms taking place in the present, but always only the light of the untouchable past."
Read the rest of the article here.
At this point near the Watchman Overlook, the weather was about to unload. The squalls along the rim of Crater Lake were pushing the cold rain sideways. The storm and the geology created by the cataclysmic eruption evoked a sense of real power.
Even though the eruption ended thousands of years ago, the caldera and the cinder cone,Wizard Island, quickly remind you of the forces which created this special place in Oregon.