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We have been taking the dogs up to the wild end of Tilgate park for walkies.
Here are some shots from today's walk.
More than a foot of snow fell while we were at the cabin. The road is not maintained in the winter, so we were thankful for the powder.
Hargeisa (Arabic: هرجيسا‎) is the capital of the state Somaliland and the second largest city in Somalia.
These photos are a small side-project from a field mission documenting the work of the Finnish NGO Physicians for Social Responsibility - specifically their long-running effort around TB in Somalia.
P.S. It is not uncommon for words in Somali to have several different spellings in English [e.g. Hargeysa / Hargaysa].
P.P.S. If you've got appetite for more Africa then do see this collection.
our silence is the black that chokes our stifled tongues, those bulging fleshy worms still reaching for grace, and spitting nothing but fire in our direction.
Our shields melt, and our resolve gives in, soon enough there is silence. The silence that eats us, inside and out. That kind leaves nothing for you to wonder about. You leave yourself, you give yourself.
You became the idea, free form and struggling.
Frank was taking time from his schedule to dig up all the pecans that squirrels buried in the backyard.
Plus this photo shows Frank's coat - which is hard to photograph (being it is many shades of brown/tan) unless the lighting is just right.
Carcharodon megalodon, Hemipristis, Dusky, Lemon, Tiger, Bull, Mako and sand shark fossils are on display again after resting in the sand for a million-plus years on the shores of Venice, Fla. The 10,000 or so teeth I own have been sitting in my garage since my fossil hunting days of 2004-06. I became hooked when I discovered my first tooth, an extinct Mako. A handful at a time, I combed the beach daily for hours in search of the elusive magalodon, preferably one that wasn't chipped or broken. And when I finally found that treasured 3 1/2-incher, I felt like I had won the lottery. Back in the 1950s, the beaches were covered with prehistoric shark teeth, earning Venice the title of "Shark tooth capital of the World." Today the pickings are slim, unless you're up at 3 a.m. with the other first-come-first-serve, flashlight-toting hunters.
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.
Our time here is over
baby we're done
this fussin and fightin
ain't in any way fun..
I'm going back Home
to to the old home stead..
got 2 good hands
& baby I ain't dead..
Gonna take that old house
and bring it back to life...
this life i'm livin's
cutting me like a knife....
Want to get back to growing
my own food to eat...
county road living
beats any city street..
Just like the Waltons Baby
we can survive...
that old homestead
can keep us alive...
theres a fireplace
and a big old spring...
all the water we can use
and it won't cost a thing...
i'll buy some chickens
and old milk cow...
I'm fixing up that old homestead
and doing it right now..
say what ya want
do what ya will
but this is the plan Honey
this is the deal...
I'm going back to the country
and doing my own thing...
where I'm on my own
and the phones don't ring..
stay if you want baby
that's up to you
we all gotta do
what we gotta do...
the windows open
and it's mine to take
staying here i'm digging
my own grave.....
repeat chorus...
all lyrics posted by me was writen by me..connetta jean...
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.
Digdigdig! We have had some problems with holes in our back yard. This afternoon we saw who was responsible. I didn't want to get too close, but I tried to get some pictures, because they really are very cute.
"Remember honey, they're less scared of you than you are of them."
Tormod and his nephew Uilleam had gone to the meadow to dig the mid-season potatoes. It wasn’t the best crop they had grown, but young Uilleam seemed to be enjoying the opportunity to be playing in the fresh dirt.
Man digging Megatherium. Rio Quequen Salado. 1926.
Name of Expedition: 2nd Captain Marshall Field Paleontological Expedition
Participants: Elmer S. Riggs (Leader and Photographer),Robert C. Thorne (Collector), Rudolf Stahlecker (Collector), Felipe Mendez
Expedition Start Date: April 1926
Expedition End Date: November 1926
Purpose or Aims: Geology Fossil Collecting
Location: South America, Argentina, Buenos Aires, Quequen
Original material: album print
Digital Identifier: CSGEO69576
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
I work with the photos of Geoff Charles, and I couldn't resist drawing this particular one:
www.flickr.com/photos/llgc/4364693987/in/set-721576232754...
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.
**
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