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Gir National Park and Wildlife Sanctuary, also known as Sasan Gir, is a forest and wildlife sanctuary near Talala Gir in Gujarat, India. It was established in 1965, with a total area of 1,412 km2 (545 sq mi), of which 258 km2 (100 sq mi) is fully protected as national park and 1,153 km2 (445 sq mi) as wildlife sanctuary. It is part of the Kathiawar-Gir dry deciduous forests ecoregion.
In the 19th century, the rulers of Indian princely states used to invite the British colonists for hunting expeditions. At the end of the 19th century, only about a dozen Asiatic lions were left in India, all of them in the Gir Forest, which was part of the Nawab of Junagarh's private hunting grounds. Today, it is the only area in Asia where Asiatic lions occur and is considered one of the most important protected areas in Asia due to its supported species. The Gir ecosystem with its diverse flora and fauna is protected as a result of the efforts of the government forest department, wildlife activists and NGOs. However, faced with a drastic drop in the lion population in Gir, after British viceroys brought to his attention the plight of the lion in Asia, the sanctuary is the jewel of Gujarat's ecological resources.
There are now thought to be around 700 Asiatic lions in Gir.
Sometimes a soldiers shovel was as important as his rifle. Corinth Civil War Interpretative Center. Corinth MS.
Excavators digging themselves up and out of a foundation hole. One digs up its ramp behind while the upper one lifts and loads the truck and sculpts a ramp for the other to climb.
DDC- Adventuresome
We went for our customary backyard walk this morning and Shizandra was sniffing everything, then she started digging a hole, like there was something very interesting under the ground. Then she plopped herself down and put her paws in the hole. It seemed like she had a purpose for all this. I'm still trying to figure it out!
More from a series on the demolition of the downtown parking ramp, an eyesore that has covered Rock River for the last 40 years.
Several years ago we purchased a wonderful piece of land in the untouched hills above the city where I was born. Summer days are sooooo hot here and the sun is strong so this year during our visit to Montenegro we decided to try to find water and build a well.
I was surprised to learn that my high school math teacher is also a well-known and successful “water-finder” in the area. He uses the principles of radiesthesia. First he surveyed the lot with the brass dowsing pendulum and then he used two L-shaped brass wire rods. He managed to locate about 7 “water spots" and then marked the strongest one for us to start digging. www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://diviningmind.com/stor...
At that particular spot he estimated that there are 4 water runs that are meeting at depth of 7-7.5m underground. So we started digging.
A female digs out a hollow in the stream bed for the next generation.
Every year I visit Eagle Creek to witness the cycle of life and the end of the journeys of salmon to the Columbia Gorge, a journey we must all make in our own ways to our own final destinations. This year is no different, despite the changes in climate and the burnt slopes of Eagle Creek, Coho Salmon and other salmon return to their natal stream. The journey is difficult, and most don’t make it. Natural predators with jaws agape and humans with nets and hooks await in the open ocean and later in the river and along streams. They fight their way past dams and natural obstacles. Warming waters invite fungus and disease to eat away at their flesh. Those that are lucky enough to reach their destination, spend all their remaining energy to create a new generation and provide their best for its survival. All the while they are slowly dying and decaying while still alive.
Females dig depressions, called redds, on the stream beds to catch their eggs. The reds are carefully selected where stream flow is swift enough to provide adequate oxygen but not so swift that eggs wash away. Females become battered, especially their tails and fins as they arrange and tumble rocks with their tails. Males undergo even more physical changes than the females, dramatically turning color to a brilliant red, and they develop a hooked snout with pointed teeth. When it is time to mate, the male gently swims under the female, caresses her underside, causing her to eject her eggs, which settle between the rocks and pebbles that have been cleared of algae and loose debris, he then swims over the eggs and fertilizes them. They repeat this act over and over, and together they protect their redd from predators until they become too weak and then die. The male also does his best to keep competing males away as well.
Littering the stream are the bodies of those who came before them. In death they provide nourishment to the fry when they hatch, and nourish other creatures in the stream, in that way they live on. I wonder if the salmon see their fate in the bodies of those scattered along the stream and on shore, even on branches and rocks caught in place as the stream receded between rainstorms.
Concerning for me was the lack of fish this year, along with the lack of water. I hope that soon more sustaining rains will come providing easier access to this section of stream and beyond. For now, their travel is limited. Then hopefully there will be more fish, for all our sakes. All life is linked together.
If I've said it once then I've said it a thousand times - I love debut novels from emerging writers - and just lately I seem to have had an affinity with Welsh-based ones. First, although not from an emerging writer of course, there was Caradog Prichard's most excellent One Moonlit Night (Canongate Books). Then there was Jayne Joso's superb Soothing Music for Stray Cats (Alcemi) - which embarrassingly I've still to write up my final super-positive afterthoughts on *blush*. And now there is the possibility of a third in the form of Twenty Thousand Saints by Fflur Dafydd (Alcemi).
Twenty Thousand Saints isn't Dafydd's first novel, but it is her first to be published in English. Currently lecturing in the English Department at Swansea University, and with an MA in Creative Writing from UEA, and a PhD on the poetry of R.S. Thomas from the University of Wales, Dafydd's literary credentials speak for themselves. But if that's not reason enough to make one want to dive into her debut English novel, then maybe the cover blurb will be:
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Archaeologist Deian returns to Bardsey, the island of his childhood, where his mother disappeared without a trace. Sister Viv, closet heretic and host of the annual conference of hermits, has erected a gold plaque in her memory, declaring her unofficial sainthood. Meanwhile, documentary-maker Leri is keen to portray the island's inhabitants as anything but saintly, pursuing a story that has less to do with birds and saints' bones than with real bloodshed. A mystery about excavation - spiritual, linguistic, filmic and sexual.
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Well that certainly sounds like a compelling storyline to me (can you see now why I've presented the book in a freshly-trowelled hole?), but there's yet another reason to pick up Twenty Thousand Saints. And that's because this is the novel that also won Fflur Daffyd the Oxfam Hay Emerging Writer of the Year award earlier this year. Hay Festival director Peter Florence hails Twenty Thousand Saints as being 'the most compelling novel [he's] read in years; a love story, a thriller, and a profound mediation on language and identity.'
Is there any end to the praise for Dafydd's novel? Well almost. The final thing I'm going to say is that Twenty Thousand Saints publisher, Alcemi, have also submitted the novel as its October nomination for the People's Book Prize (an award which is nominated by the readers themselves). Currently it's sitting in top position for the month.
I've personally scheduled my read through of Twenty Thousand Saints for mid-December, so I'll be back round about then to talk about it more. Meanwhile take a look at the product page for the novel on the Alcemi website, and I also urge you to drop by Fflur Daffyd's website, where you can see for yourself just how sickeningly good she seems to be at everything. Yep she's even a renowned singer-songwriter too....*sigh* :)
Alcemi | October 2009 | £9.99 | PAPERBACK | 255 PP | ISBN: 9780955527227
Haven't had any time to sort out any "recent" shots from my archives so I've decided to clear some older stuff up that's been lurking since 2009.
First up will be a series of uploads from the Yorkshire Sculpture Park, taken back when they didn't try ax extort vast sums of money from you for walking around a field.
Digging new post holes for the new fence as i was taking pics as i was going along (as you do for FB) i liked how my spade looked so as i was a real camera in my hand and not a phone i did a fancy mud pic...
January 2014
On 7th January 17 people started digging on the site next to Carter's House at the entrance to the Valley of the Kings. They are involved in the important task of preserving the tombs in the Theban Necropolis. An exact facsimile of the tomb of Tutankhamun will open to visitors next spring.
The project has been funded by Factum Foundation.
More information: goo.gl/Eb6M29
File name: 08_06_033990
Title: Digging out auto
Creator/Contributor: Jones, Leslie, 1886-1967 (photographer)
Date created: 1939 (approximate)
Physical description: 1 negative : film, black & white; 4 x 5 in.
Genre: Film negatives
Subject: Snow removal; Blizzards; Automobiles; Boston (Mass.)
Notes: Title and date from information provided by Leslie Jones or the Boston Public Library on the negative or negative sleeve.
Collection: Leslie Jones Collection
Location: Boston Public Library, Print Department
Rights: Copyright Leslie Jones.
Preferred credit: Courtesy of the Boston Public Library, Leslie Jones Collection.
The Classique School survived the earthquake undamaged. As one of the only surviving schools in the community, it has been inundated with children wanting to attend classes. The school’s director also allows many of the children in local orphanages attend for free.
But in attending, the children were facing health risks because of the flooding which affected the property.
Working with our local partners, GrassRoots United, and the school’s staff, we engaged international and Haitian volunteers to dig a large drain and relieve the flooding on the school’s property.
As there is very little working sanitation in the area, the mud also contained human faeces. Many of the children do not have shoes, so there was a risk of them contracting a waste borne illness. The standing water also provided a haven for mosquitoes which carry malaria and dengue.
The school also hosts a vocational training school which was severely affected by the earthquake. We hope that this drainage project will be the first step toward helping the vocational training school get back on its feet.
To learn more about this project please visit www.edvolunteers.org/projects-programmes. To donate donate, please visit www.EDVolunteers.org/donate
To learn more about our local partners here in Haiti visit them online at www.grassrootsunited.org
Here are some b/w film images I took years ago.
Here a large steel mill loader digs out the slag that has been poured off the electric arc furnace. I love the "2Hot-4U" license plate, lol.
Canon T50 with Legacy Pro 400 film (generic Fuji Neopan) and a 50mm Canon FD f/1.8 lens. I do all my own b/w development and scanning.
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