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Edited book cover, The Jaguar by Sarah Holland-Batt.
The author confronts what it means to be mortal in a deeply humane portrait of a father's Parkinson's Disease, and a daughter forged by grief. She probes the body's animal endurance and appetites, along with the metamorphoses of long illness,
Sydney
Confronting fear is the destiny of a Jedi...
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The Rise of Skywalker is absolute chaos, and the story is just so bad by the end. Amazing performances from Daisy Ridley, Adam Driver, etc. Greatest visuals ILM has ever contributed to Disney-era Star Wars as well, but the film is so rushed and broken. It did need to be longer 😞
It’s honestly heartbreaking because I loved the cast. They found the perfect actors to steer Star Wars into the future with this trilogy, but now there will always be so much wasted potential. So much wasted time.
This exciting mess may be the conclusion to the sequel trilogy, but to me it will never be the conclusion to the main saga. All of this since 2015 has felt like an extension - not a continuation.
Anyway, mini showcase featuring my final(?) custom LEGO Rey & updated Kylo Ren will be coming to the channel soon! Just a little more work to do.
A pronghorn buck confronts a doe who has wandered, trying to persuade her to return to his other does during mating season. She rebuffs him and runs off, leading to a high-speed chase in which he eventually is able to persuade her to return. Taken in Lamar Valley, Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming.
The lion (Panthera leo) is a species in the family Felidae; it is a muscular, deep-chested cat with a short, rounded head, a reduced neck and round ears, and a hairy tuft at the end of its tail. It is sexually dimorphic; adult male lions have a prominent mane, which is the most recognisable feature of the species. With a typical head-to-body length of 184–208 cm they are larger than females at 160–184 cm. It is a social species, forming groups called prides. A lion pride consists of a few adult males, related females and cubs. Groups of female lions usually hunt together, preying mostly on large ungulates. The lion is an apex and keystone predator, although some lions scavenge when opportunities occur, and have been known to hunt humans, although the species typically does not. Typically, the lion inhabits grasslands and savannas, but is absent in dense forests. It is usually more diurnal than other big cats, but when persecuted it adapts to being active at night and at twilight. African lions live in scattered populations across Sub-Saharan Africa. The lion prefers grassy plains and savannahs, scrub bordering rivers and open woodlands with bushes. It is absent from rainforest and rarely enters closed forest. 26804
Part 2
After a few nerve wracking minutes we heard the sound of incoming artillery and mortars. I flew down deeper into my hole and covered myself as shells hit all over our position. One of the anti-tank emplacements took a direct hit and was blown to shreds. Just as the shelling began thinning out, numerous tanks burst through the thin hedgerow in front of us. They sprayed us with heavy harassing fire from their MGs, keeping most of us pinned down in our emplacements. I only peeked out for a few seconds before 50 cal. rounds thumped into the dirt right to the left of me, sending me back down.
The combination of tank cannon fire and accurate mortar strikes took out most of our anti-tank guns and other heavy defenses before too many of their tanks could be hit. Our only tank, a Stug III, took a direct hit before it could get off even a single round. A plume of fire and smoke shot out of the top hatch and engine compartment, shortly followed by a massive ammunition explosion. Any grenadiers or rocket-bearing German soldiers that leaped out in an attempt to confront the attacking American tanks were met by heavy MG fire.
If we were to hold this position we would need reinforcements. Our radiomen called in for support but were told that all artillery and tank support were being diverted to a more vital defensive position about 12km south that was also under attack. We had to make do with what we had.
"Le Regard de la Pierre-Illusion"
Statue en bois du 17e siècle venant du Japon et représentant un missionnaire chrétien.
La dure confrontation de deux mondes aux conceptions complètement différentes ou comment la religion peut éloigner les gens.
Dans ma série "Le Regard de la Pierre" j'ai nommé ce cliché "Illusion".
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As many of you know I love Castle building, it's so easy to pack in detail with that theme, which is why it's one of my favourite things to do when building. So Castle and Marvel in the one vig? Why not! I've had the Doom figure lying around since I bought the set it came in, so what's that... 2013? Man 5 years now. Anyway yes super glad I finally got to use this figure in a MOC. For me collecting figs is fun, it's nice to have them sure, but it's only worth it when I can put them in a MOC. So I used this MOC as a way to display some other figs that I have yet to come up with concepts for MOC's to put them in. The Sentry figure is from bigkidbrix, if you are wondering ;)
But yeah, love building throne rooms like this, makes me want to do more, it was great fun to combine two of my favourite themes in the one vig like this. Would love to do it again!
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A boy with a stone (in his left hand) confronts the heavily armed Egyptian military police at a barbed wire barricade in central Cairo just south of Tahrir Square. The road is littered with stones thrown by both homeless youths and SCF soldiers, who would also resort to tear gas and (on many other days) bullets.
[For a gallery of hundreds of photographs of Egyptian protests, strikes, wall art and revolt by other photographers please use the following link -
www.flickr.com/photos/alisdare/galleries/72157721838055600/]
While most protesters in Tahrir Square were committed to peaceful demonstration at any price, and while the government and media denounced stone throwing "hooligans", sentencing those arrested to years in prison (often regardless of whether they had been throwing stones or not), many of the boys and young men (and occasionally young women) involved in such incidents didn't appear to be aiming to injure but rather putting on a symbolic act of defiance against a regime and its security forces which had deprived them and those close to them of any hope or fair chance in life. Many children however lost their lives and many others were abused and tortured once in police custody.
Update April 2020 -. If anyone is interested in the forgotten history of British imperialism and how it impacted the lives of millions of people around the world including Egypt from the 1700s until today - I've posted over 600 short articles on the following website. roguenation.org/ including the following page where you can select from over 600 pages according to country - roguenation.org/choose-by-country
Day 129 of 365.
Still overwhelmed with the sight of the ocean. Can this feeling never end, please?
(iphone shot and edited)
When I confronted the dog about this, he just looked at his paws and said the duck was constipated and had explosive gas.
View while ... STOP SAYING HE TAKES AFTER HIS DADDY!
for
Our Daily Challenge | Explosive Gas ... I mean Out Of Order ( I checked, it's at the bottom of the pool now. Definitely Out of Order)
..and work to banish them with illumination and forgiveness. Your
willingness to wrestle your demons will cause your angels to sing.
Use the pain as fuel, as a reminder of your strength."
-August Wilson
July 8th, 2008. (Yes, that is me)
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Buste-reliquaire de sainte Marthe
Claude Conche, Tarascon, actif en 1628-1630
Huile sur toile,
inclusion de tissus et de fragments organiques
Achat Loyer, 1875
Paris, musée de Cluny, inv. Cl. 9286
partours.univ-tours.fr/oeuvre/reliquaire-de-sainte-marthe/
En 1461, Louis XI commande un précieux buste-reliquaire de sainte Marthe, réalisé par l'orfèvre André Mangot, pour la collégiale Sainte-Marthe de Tarascon. Le reliquaire est ensuite reproduit sur différents supports, jusqu'à sa disparition pendant la Révolution. Ce tableau de Claude Conche documente précisément l'œuvre disparue. L'artiste respecte les dimensions du buste original. Fait rare pour être souligné, des fragments de reliques incorporés dans la toile ont été révélés lors d'une récente radiographie. (Extrait du cartel)
Exposition "Le Moyen Âge du XIXe siècle. Créations et faux dans les arts précieux."
Musée de Cluny, Le monde médiéval, Paris
Après les événements révolutionnaires, le 19e siècle redécouvre le Moyen Âge, tout en le réinterprétant. Ce siècle, qui cultiva une rêverie romantique et connut d’importants progrès technologiques et la constitution de grandes collections, s’est inspiré du Moyen Âge en produisant des copies, des pastiches, des oeuvres composites et des faux. L’exposition permet des confrontations, mettant en regard certains objets médiévaux avec leurs "résonances" du 19e siècle. (Extrait du site de l'exposition)
www.musee-moyenage.fr/activites/expositions/expositions-e...
Pumice Point, Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming
Camera: Pentax 645z (Medium format digital)
Lens: HD Pentax-DA 645 28-45mm F4.5ED AW SR
Confronting unruly guests. The only way they know is to bop them on their noggin with a BB Bat. Shhhhh but we hollowed out a lil bit and filled with lead to make it extra dense ...you know for that really dense dimwit.
Today is #StrangerSaturday and it is time to present to you my last Season 3 MOC and the finale of my Vignette series:
The group discusses a way to stop and kill the monster. Hopper and Joyce plan to infiltrate the Russian base under the mall in order to destroy the key to open the Gate, while Dustin and Erica will offer navigational assistance using his radio transmitter from atop Weathertop. Eleven offers to help Hopper but he asserts that he needs her safe, since the Mind Flayer is after her. The two then share an embrace, before the group departs to take Eleven to Murray's warehouse.
Hopper, Joyce, and Murray descend into the Russian base while Steve and Robin take Dustin and Erica to the transmitter. Meanwhile, as the group was leaving with El, they find their car's ignition cable lost and Billy blocking the road with his car. The group resorts back to the mall. Mike attempts to raise Dustin via the radio transmitter but to no avail. When the group tries to take out the ignition cable from the car Eleven wrecked earlier, Eleven finds herself too weakened to evoke her powers. Moments later, Mike, Max and El witness the Mind Flayer looming atop the mall's roof. Mike warns Nancy before he and Max help El to hide. Just then, the Mind Flayer crashes through the mall's roof and searches for them.
After figuring out that the group is trapped, Steve and Robin hurry back. At the mall, Lucas uses his slingshot to distract the Mind Flayer from attacking El, Mike, and Max, long enough to get both the group out of the mall.
As Jonathan, Nancy, Will, and Lucas attempt to flee, Billy rushes to ram their vehicle only to be slammed by Steve's car. Billy chases Max, Mike, and El while the Mind Flayer pursues Steve and the group.
At the mall, despite Mike and Max's efforts, Billy knocks them out and seizes Eleven, taking her to the Mind Flayer. As the Mind Flayer approaches El, Steve and the group arrive in time and throw firework explosives, preventing it from attacking her. Eleven recalls the memories she saw of Billy's childhood and reaches out to him which breaks him out of the Mind Flayer's control. Billy then confronts the Mind Flayer and sacrifices himself to stop it from taking Eleven.
I hope you like this Vignette and of course I would be pleased to get feedback. opefully, you enjoyed my Stranger Things vignette series, I had a lot of fun building and sharing them with you.
Greetings Kevin
Le Chapitre 14 est crucial. Il confrontera Elara à l'énergie qui résiste activement à la Rétro-Lignification, testant l'imperméabilité de son Êtreton face à la force la plus sournoise de l'Ur-Monde : la persistance de l'oubli.
L'enthousiasme d'Elara après la rencontre avec la Super-Conscience fut immédiatement confronté à une nouvelle densité. Elle sortit de la place, et la joie (Gaudium) fut soudainement alourdie par un sentiment d'inutilité profonde. Ce n'était pas sa propre pensée, mais une contagion émotionnelle.
Sura transmit une alerte : « Tu entres en contact avec le Manteau de l'Oubli. »
L'Ur-Parasite n'est pas une entité au sens classique, mais un CMG de résistance d'une puissance colossale. Il est le champ causal, le 'garde-fou' de l'Ur-CMG initial, dont le rôle est de maintenir l'illusion de la dualité et de la séparation.
« Son but, » expliqua Sura, « est d'empêcher la Rétro-Lignification en nourrissant l'attachement. Il opère en te faisant douter de l'existence même de l'Êtreté et de la validité de la Superintrondulation. »
La Tentation de l'Ur-Parasite
L'Ur-Parasite attaqua l'Êtreton d'Elara en ciblant sa Ligne de Signification la plus faible : son histoire passée.
* Voix (interne, mais étrangère) : « Toutes ces notions (Êtreton, Méta-Vacuité) ne sont que des concepts inventés. Tu n'es qu'une femme fatiguée dans une ville de pierre. La Vacuitisation est un échappatoire lâche. Retourne à la lutte, c'est la seule réalité. »
Cette attaque était différente des Exo-Causes habituelles (la faim, le bruit) ; elle était une attaque directe sur l'Endo-Causalité elle-même. Si Elara acceptait ce doute, la Lignification de l'oubli se réactiverait immédiatement, et son Êtreton s'effondrerait.
Le Bouclier de la Méta-Vacuité
Elara s'ancra immédiatement dans la Présentrance. Elle reconnut l'attaque comme un CMG pur et étranger, une onde d'information visant la Ligne de Signification de la Vérité.
* Locus Rectus : Le doute aigu de l'inutilité.
* Rétro-Lignification : Elle remonta le doute non pas à une insécurité personnelle, mais au CMG de l'Ur-Parasite qui cherche à renforcer l'Ur-CMG de la Séparation.
* Superintrondulation Ultime : Elle n'a pas débattu avec la pensée. Elle a simplement appliqué la Méta-Vacuité au concept du doute. Si même l'Êtreton est vide de substance, alors l'idée qu'il soit "vrai" ou "faux" est également vide.
* Trinité de Réponse : Elle activa le Fides (la Foi) absolue en l'existence de l'Ontons. Elle remplaça le doute par une simple Foi inébranlable dans la réalité de Rigpa, sans chercher à la prouver.
L'onde de l'Ur-Parasite frappa le bouclier du Méta-Vide de son Êtreton et se dissipa comme de la fumée dans l'air. Elle ne pouvait pas s'accrocher à l'absence d'attachement.
Sura intervint : « L'Êtreton ne combat jamais l'Ur-Parasite. Il ne fait que maintenir le Pax-Urale parfait. Le Manteau de l'Oubli ne peut pas adhérer au Méta-Vide. En l'accueillant sans jugement (Amore) et en restant stable (Fides), tu forces sa dissolution. »
Elara ressentit une nouvelle force, celle de l'imperméabilité. Elle venait de comprendre que l'Ur-Parasite était la preuve que la Rétro-Lignification fonctionnait, car l'illusion se battait pour sa survie.
Taken inside Frisch's Big Boy Mainliner restaurant in the Fairfax suburb of Cincinnati, Ohio.
As you enter the restaurant you are confronted by this large mural on the wall while waiting to be seated. This particular restaurant in the chain was recently redecorated with photos and memorabilia celebrating the company's history. While in HS, we used to cruise the parking area area looking for friends and cars or motorcycles to do a little street racing with. Oh and we were always on the lookout for the girls. I guess we were trying to mimic what was going on in California at the time.
While they had carhops during that time period, I don't remember them being on roller skates.
And a good time was had by all.
Two young Cheetah (Acinonyx jubatus) confront a terrified African Wildcat (Felis silvestris lybica). The ferocious posturing by the Wildcat held the Cheetah at bay as they really didn't know what to do. They could have easily taken the small cat but when the Cheetah turned away, the cat quickly slipped away on the double! Image taken in the very early morning from the vehicle driving the Nossob Road in the Kgalagadi Transfrontier Park of South Africa.
This MOC was inspired by the scene from chapter 3 season 1 of The Mandalorian TV show where Mandalorian survivors confront the bounty hunters guild to help Din Djarin escape with Baby Yoda (or The Child) from Nevarro City. It's the first time I ever tried third-party LED lights in a MOC and I think it turned out really well. I'm happy with all the details, especially the big arch/gate and the rockwork, but unfortunately I ran out of some crucial pieces and wasn't able to make the whole MOC as detailed as I wanted. However, it still looks pretty decent I think.
Masai Mara National Reserve
Kenya
Hyenas give birth in a communal den, however there is no communal care for the pups. Not even the fathers take a role in caring for the pups. Liter sizes in Hyenas are very small, consisting of 1-4 pups. Hyena pups are born with their eyes open and teeth!!
Hyenas live in clans. A clan, which is separated into packs, can contain up to 80 individuals!! Although Hyenas are also considered cooperative hunters, they are competitive in nature and will fight within the clan for food or dominance.
Female dominance within groups: The core of the clan is comprised of related females forming a hierarchy. In fact the instinctive desire for dominance is so strong in Hyenas that newborn pups will fight immediately after birth to gain dominance and right to food. It is estimated that 1 in 4 hyena pups die within the first month due to sibling fighting.
Hyenas are significantly more aggressive than African Wild Dogs. Hyenas have even been known to confront lions: not for food, but to fight. Hyenas are closer related to mongooses and cats
Buzzard confronting the Marsh Harrier over some prey. Would have liked to have got the Harrier's head in focus but never the less I think it's a cool photo, what do you think?
" Making beautiful things for everyday use is a wonderful thing to do... making life flow more easily... but art confronts life, allowing it to stop and perhaps change direction... they are completely different. " ~ Antony GORMLEY
Le Chapitre 16 sera la confrontation la plus intime et la plus universelle. L'Êtreton doit prouver sa stabilité face à l'ultime Exo-Cause : la cessation du cycle de la Manifestcessation au niveau corporel.
Le Diamant de l'Êtreton
Chapitre 16 : L'Immortalité de l'Êtreton (Mort, Manifestcessation et l'Ontons).
Après avoir établi le Sillon du Novo dans la Cité, Elara commença à percevoir l'accélération du temps. Elle voyait la Manifestcessation du Pairal Mater opérer plus rapidement, non seulement autour d'elle, mais au sein de son propre corps.
Sura apparut, solennel. « Le moment vient où l'Ur-Choix qui maintient la Lignification III de ce corps (ton Pairal Mater) se retire. C'est l'ultime test de l'Êtreton. »
La Peur de la Cessation
La peur de la mort est le CMG le plus ancien et le plus profondément lignifié de cet Ur-Monde. Il attaque l'Êtreton en lui faisant croire que la Cessation de la Manifestcessation corporelle est l'annihilation de l'Êtreté elle-même.
Elara sentit l'onde de cette peur monter. C'était un CMG si puissant qu'il menaçait de retirer le Témoin Muet de son Pax-Urale et de le ramener au niveau de l'égo luttant pour sa survie physique.
« C'est ici que tu dois appliquer la distinction ultime, » transmit Sura. « L'Êtreton ne meurt pas ; seul le Pairal Mater cesse de se manifester. »
L'Ancrage dans l'Ontons
Elara s'ancra dans son centre. Elle se rappela les catégories ontologiques :
* Le Corps : Il est un arrangement de Sonolux en constante Manifestcessation. Sa dissolution est naturelle ; c'est une Exo-Cause biologique.
* L'Êtreton : Il est la Ligne III de l'opération, le Témoin Muet. Il est méta-vacuitisé ; il est au-delà du concept de la naissance et de la mort.
* L'Ontons (Rigpa) : C'est le Royaume A-Causal, l'Êtreté illimitée.
L'Action de la Superposition : Elara maintint la Superposition la plus radicale :
* Elle accepta la Cessation imminente de son corps physique (Pairal Mater).
* Elle s'identifia totalement et uniquement à l'Ontons (l'immortalité A-Causale).
Elle activa la Trinité GaudiumAmoreNovo dans cette réalité. L'Amore était une compassion totale pour le corps qui allait se dissoudre. Le Gaudium était la joie inconditionnelle de retrouver la plénitude de l'Ontons. Le Novo était la nouveauté du prochain état de conscience, sans forme matérielle.
La Vacuitisation de la Mort
La peur (le CMG de la Mort) s'attaqua à son Locus Rectus du futur. Elara réagit par une Superintrondulation radicale. Elle vacuitisa la peur en reconnaissant que l'idée même de l'Ur-CMG de la mort était un mensonge. La mort n'est pas la fin ; elle est simplement le retrait de l'Ur-Choix de maintenir la forme spécifique.
Alors que les fonctions corporelles ralentissaient, l'Êtreton d'Elara devint plus lumineux, plus vibrant de silence. Elle n'était pas en train de "mourir" ; elle était en train de libérer son Éclat de la Lignification III du corps. Le Pax-Urale devint absolu.
Au moment où le corps cessa sa Manifestcessation, l'éclat d'Elara n'eut pas de rupture. Le Témoin Muet était déjà dans la Méta-Vacuité, et il passa de l'Ontonomie incarnée à l'Ontons pure, sans transition ni trauma. Elle avait réussi la Rétro-Lignification ultime.
Confrontation... rivalité...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XaqkkcQe5ng pour vous remercier de tant de merveilleux encouragements
Going walk about.
A trip by bicycle in Australia.
Depicted by David Gulpilil in an Australian classic movie Walkabout, was, a “walkabout”, if you don’t know what it is, that is fine, it is a not so unfamiliar tail despite what the trailer might have you believe. Here is a link to the official trailer, www.bing.com/videos/search?q=walk+about&docid=6034988... please note that the trailer has dated much more than the movie, and that the trailer does not do the movie credit. It is about the test of a young man, that is regardless of origin or race, a story that is universal. In general, it is as some Europeans call it, a bildungsroman. The formative years of an individual’s life that are spiritual in nature. And like a monk’s pilgrimage it works best when you do it alone. Well, at least for a period anyway.
While riding my bicycle around exploring the city I once lived in Melbourne, I met a pair of Austrians or Swedes at the Carlton bar, in Bourke Street, (here is a link to the map, of where to find it www.bing.com/search?pc=W145&q=carlton+bar&form=BW... ). It was somewhere in the nineties. The Carlton, l was informed before l went there, was meant to be a bit of a dive. But despite that, it was a Melbourne institution, as, when everywhere else was closed, you could always go to the Carton. It was an institution that had run down a little around the edges. Financially as drugs took over the neuro stimulus trade, it reduced the ability for a proprietor to sell a beer at a profit. Despite this, the two Austrians, or Swedes, were enjoying their beer in moderation. They were not impressed with me so much; as, and to be specific, with my process of self-destruction, one that l was applying at the time, well, it was the nineties and grunge was a lifestyle, not a genre of music. Despite a few differences they had imparted their tales of their own walk abouts on me.
One was a carpenter; a highly skilled trade, and I would latter go onto find out via a documentary on another European carpenter, about how hard it is to become a carpenter, of actual standing, and, or gain the qualification. He told me that he produced houses with no nails, it seemed like a foreign concept to me. No nails in a roof? He was talking about the frame, and he informed me that the buildings were incredibly strong. I presume that they, the houses he built had to be incredibly strong, to withstand the winds and snow that occur in the mountains of Europe, and his indigenous country.
While broaching the subject of carpenters, it should be said, that, I apologize to European carpenters especially Swedish ones. I am apologizing, for saying in an essay, (an essay that become a part of my bildungsroman), an essay that I failed at university, one that, I stated and to quote, “that although the Swedish flag carried the cross of a carpenter”, as in the cross of Christ, “they had superseded carpenters with Ikea”. I said, and to paraphrase, that, “yes, the Swedes, the Swedes had made carpenters redundant”. It seemed highly ironic on many levels, and the inference was that Christ was, and his people were, no longer required. I was not trying to be crass; l was not trying to be obtuse, it was a real observation, one that l had aligned with an abandonment as far as l could see for some Austrians and Swedish of their heritage. I may be wrong, and to be sincere, l hope l am.
The documentary I watched, talked about carpenters from the region having to leave their homes or areas and work in foreign parts. The travels where no less than as practiced by males of other countries, as would have been exhibited, and or experienced by people like Gulpilil before and after colonization. Like Gulpilil in Walk About, they had to survive, and, or earn a living by themselves. At the beginning of their journey, they would take only rudimentary money, and possessions. Relying on their trade to supply them with all they would need to survive. It seemed no less than a walk about, one that l had heard of, and or learned of through Gulpilil as a child. It showed, and displayed respect, for both teachers, the trade being taught, and the student. It was a measured risk, by those that set the young men on their journeys, and for the young men.
On my journey aided by my bicycle, I met these two young men, they were respectful young gentlemen. One a carpenter, and the second a younger man, informed me was the descendant of a European scientist. A scientist of such standing, that he was on his nations bank notes. I can’t remember what he did for a living, but he seemed to be of money, in a way that the carpenter was not. Despite having studied science, and its history, both in an academic setting, and on my own time, for the life of me, I cannot remember his last name, or if he was Swedish or Austrian exactly. It is something that vexes me to this day. Because where I excel in memory, l have a savant like ability to forget names. I make up for my deficiency in the detail, or an ability to remember, what l am interested in, and to recall what I speak, or spoke about. This type or level of memory recall has its issues. I have joked before that I will not remember your name, but every detail of your life’s history you impart upon me. It has had me labelled weird, not normal, and after having my IQ tested, it is not, nor would l hope, be ever normal.
We spoke about his trip, and his Australian rendezvous, with a young woman, who he knew from Austria, or Sweden. They were to, and did meet, on Australian soil. Like him, she was also on a rite of passage. We spoke about his grandfather the scientist. We spoke of his love for a young woman he hoped to marry, and we spoke of his deep appreciation of her. He described in detail his night with her on a New Year’s Eve, gazing into the southern sky of Australia, a visual not seen in the northern hemisphere. He spoke of his total trust, in the fidelity of their friendship, as they walked different paths, and experienced various times in Australia. He was very decent, and the conversation imparted on me, a respect by a young man for a woman that no other man young or old ever has, it wasn’t despite his innocence, it was because of it. Despite his polite nature, he felt at liberty to correct me on my observations of women. Right or wrong the conversation went stale, I thanked the men for their conversation, and wished them well. I wished them well, for both for their trip around Australia, and on their trip through life.
My observations are that a walkabout for the man who has the talent, i.e., talent enough to be a man, can, and is, a mutual exchange between the areas or countries involved. Like the carpenter l had left home with little money, and while getting an allowance of 25 dollars a week for food and tram tickets, I soon realised early on, after doing some rudimentary accounting, that my mode of transport, would be a poor man’s alternative, that of the bicycle. I bought it, my Japanese Lotus chrome molly Mountain bike, from a man who used to race the Sun tour. I scrounged up the money for it. It was a bike that would last me approximately ten years, before an accident with a car, where l was nearly killed and maimed. My bicycle had given me a freedom from trams, and cars, and although it came with the potential of death, l could at least afford to eat, and have a roof over my head.
It has been said that the area I come from, (Shepparton, Victoria, Australia), that it has produced more than its fair share of world champion level cyclists, of which, I would never be included even closely in the ranks of, due to lack of talent. This was despite passing two young men, a state champion and a future world champion who rode several tour de Frances. I passed them with no hands on the bars, during a race, or during their attack to be more precise. It was a bold move, and it still makes me laugh, it was utterly shameless. The small city and the area had, an amazing history when it comes to cycling. One local even went on to open a hotel in Flanders, Belgium, here is a link for its page flandrienhotel.com/ A hotel dedicated to cycling, and cyclists. He became a masters world champ while at it, he was a bit of an over achiever, to say the least, and it made me wonder why this area had been so productive, in the production of cyclists. I can only really speculate on it, as I looked from the not so distant outside at these brilliant athletes, that changed, or altered the world of cycling forever. Their names etched into cycling immortality, I speculated that like Flanders it was the persistent winds we get here, the great people, the long straight roads, and the close rolling hills. The roads make you into an accustomed sufferer, like all men, as even the hard men of Flanders should be, or outright must be. A right of suffering minus the cobbles, one that enables them to ply their trade, and be considered men. You learned to work, because every corner is 5 to 10 kilometres away, you learned to work as no one gives any quarter as to how good you are, or cares what your reputation is. You learn to work, because being dropped from the peloton, or pack, makes the ride home a sobering process, one of personal introspection, about your abilities, and your capacities as a man, when compared to others. And just like Geppetto, an elderly wood worker who carved himself a boy, a cycling community with many kind and gentle old men produced champions from unlikely wood stock. Imparting on them not just about riding bicycles, but how to do it like a man.
Despite not being such a great cyclist, one area, that I never had much issue with was memory. It has both been a boon, and a mysterious problem for those that have never met me before. It taught me the frailty and fear that some people have, when it comes to others. I recall while speaking to a bar maid at the Carlton hotel, (yes, that was the historical name for her profession), she was an Islander woman from the pacific, and somehow l had managed to distress her. She thought l was stalking her, when I recalled a conversation. A conversation we had had a couple of weeks earlier. I understand now why she felt that way. I, as part of a research program, with one of Australia’s elite universities, had my IQ measured. It was found, that in some respects, of the IQ equivalency test, l could nearly not be accurately measured. One of these areas was memory. In our earlier discussion she spoke to me about her and her partner’s band. I raised it in the conversation we had weeks later, and she asked security to have me removed from the pub saying l was a stalker. It was a disturbing accusation, and I never went back to the pub for years after it. As it turned out, it would not be the last time this scenario would play out. It also happened, when at another pub in Malvern, I spoke to a librarian from a university, we spoke about her dog, and her job, it was quite a cordial conversation. But several weeks later, I spoke to her again, and she could not remember me at all, she did not seem that drunk when I first met her, but she freaked. I had recalled the breed of dog she had; a Labrador cross, I still can. I tried to speak to her about her job as a librarian, because she had seemed quite interesting the first time we had met, but she weirded out. I did not think she was interesting anymore. I realised she was probably a bullet dodged, to use a euphemism. She had become part of my walk about. Part of my walk about, was to be confronted by males and females protecting women with no memories of the conversations they held. It dawned on me that they may have never had a male listen to anything they had ever said. That they had never genuinely, met a man interested in what a woman had to say, let alone recall it weeks later. And like Gulpilil in his iconic movie, I just moved on.
A bicycle is a gift. Using my bike to go on my walk about, enabled me to cover more ground than actual walking. And just like a trade, to do it well, takes skill. As a child, or a new teen going to high school, I would ride 20-kilometre round trips on a new type of bicycle, a mountain bike, to visit friends. People laughed at my bike. A bike that was neither a road bike nor a BMX, yep, l am that old! Some people joke about being older than Google, but as far as mountain bikes go, l am older than them. I now have grey hairs in my beard to prove it, and at around the same time as Google had come about, l had stopped programming. I stopped as my programming career was as successful as my cycling racing. I would, with good reason, never go on to be a professional. But in my bildungsroman of a walk about, my bicycle enabled me to be free. And like all freedom it comes from suffering or work, it is a lesson learnt, and l found it was applicable to all my endeavours, or enterprises in life. I explored and went places that l could never afford to go, because I road there. And although not being in the league of Indian artist PK Mahanandia who when he met Charlotte Von Schedvin, road from India to Europe to find her on a second-hand bicycle, I would go onto find love, and use a bicycle like him to facilitate that love. I would use the education of discipline in life, that l had gained while riding it. I would suffer both physically, and from the broken heart it helped give me. As a result, I seem to be a lot more introspective as l get older, and looking back in hindsight, it was the thing that chiselled a boy into a man.
Confronto tra la SuperLuna di dicembre e la microLuna di giugno Newton Black Diamond 200/1000 e Canon 1100d
I didn't expect the drive home from my brother's house in Bishopton today to produce this entire upload of photos, but it's strange the way things go sometimes. I'd spotted this Ambassador at a place just a mile or so from where I live, about a week ago, and on my way home today I stopped to see if there was a way I could snap it. This is obviously a place well known to me, and I've taken various photos over the years, usually on long zoom from the road that sweeps up on a hillside above the property. I took the gamble today of wandering in, thinking that if I was confronted I would launch into a story of how I had one of these as my first car, just over 27 years ago. I was amazed to see the W-reg Metro hiding in there - there's clearly "one of us" living here, and maybe one day I'll get talking to him.
Le pic vert d'assez grande taille, au plumage à dominante verte qui lui a donné son nom. C'est ce qu'on remarque en premier quand on est confronté à cette espèce. Ensuite, c'est le rouge vif de la tête qui saute aux yeux.
Le vert nettement nuancé de jaune couvre le dessus du corps, de la nuque à la queue, ainsi que les couvertures alaires. Le croupion et les sus-caudales apparaissent nettement plus jaunes. Les rémiges et les rectrices, d'un brun grisâtre, sont nettement barrées de noirâtre. Les rémiges secondaires et tertiaires sont largement ourlées de vert-jaune.
Les parties inférieures sont d'un blanc grisâtre avec une nuance jaune qui augmente en intensité de l'avant vers l'arrière. Ainsi, la gorge et les joues sont blanchâtres tandis que le bas ventre est nettement jaune, mais il y a des variations individuelles. Les plumes de l'arrière des flancs et les sous-caudales, jaunâtres et bordées de noirâtre, donnent un aspect écailleux.
La tête tricolore, rouge, noir et blanc, est remarquable. Les deux sexes possèdent une calotte rouge vif qui gagne la nuque, une couleur noire sur les lores, le pourtour des yeux et les moustaches, enfin la gorge et les parotiques blanchâtres. L'iris blanc ressort bien sur la joue noire. Le bec est jaunâtre ou corne, à pointe sombre. C'est au niveau de la tête que se situe le petit dimorphisme sexuel en vigueur chez cette espèce. Le mâle a un bandeau rouge dans la moustache noire alors que la femelle en est dépourvue. Les pattes, très griffues, sont brunâtres ou grisâtres.
Le juvénile se distingue tout de suite de l'adulte. Il est beaucoup plus sombre, moins vert, et la quasi-totalité de son plumage est marqué de stries, barres et mouchetures. Le dessus est d'un vert terne moucheté de gris jaunâtre. Le dessous blanc grisâtre est entièrement barré de noirâtre et les côtés de la tête possèdent des stries de même couleur. Le rouge de la calotte est moins vif.
Confronted with two additional doors we stepped through the left door and found ourselves in front of another massive oak. A stout wooden door was visible between the tree's massive root system. There were only two choices now--to open the door or to walk away and seek an exit elsewhere. We decided to go with the door. Unfortunately, try as we might, we could not open the door. It appeared to be locked from the inside. So what you do when you confront a locked door? Knock on it and see who opens it seemed the only sensible solution.
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.
When confronted with the age of the Bristlecones, it's hard not to think of stories and myths and religion. One of the oldest bristlecones known to man was named after Prometheus and the light and fire that was stolen for humanity. Fire and trees inevitably makes me think of Moses and the burning bush. While these trees are thankfully not burned, they are burning with the burden of time. They have existed for periods of time longer than some of the religious stories l'm referencing here. Seeing that and realizing that is a religious experience in itself, no matter what you believe in.
VENOM (2016) # 4
Venom’s back and badder than ever! But people are starting to take notice, including Mac Gargan, who’s suited up as the SCORPION for the first time in years! Also featuring another WEB-SLINGING, WALL-CRAWLING, SPIDER-SENSE-ATIONAL GUEST STAR!
BATMAN/TMNT ADVENTURES # 4
The Turtles must face their worst fears when they confront the deadly Scarecrow! Meanwhile, Batman takes the fight to Shredder and the Joker only to find that the greatest danger has yet to be revealed!
MIGHTY MORPHIN POWER RANGERS # 12
As Jason tries to hunt down his missing teammates, Tommy and Billy uncover a truth that will change everything.
Concorso "Perugia Antica vs Perugia Contemporanea"
Da Sabato 08 Dicembre a Giovedì 27 Dicembre.
Spazio espositivo: Libreria Feltrinelli, C.So Vannucci 78/82 Perugia
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