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La Metacharis regalis regalis es una mariposa de la familia Riodinidae, subfamilia Riodininae, tribu Riodinini, que vimos en Campucana, una vereda de Mocoa, en el departamento del Putumayo.
En learnaboutbutterflies pude encontrar que "existen 8 especies del género Metacharis, todas ellas limitadas a la región neotropical. Todas las especies de Metacharis son sexualmente dimórficas, es decir, los machos y las hembras difieren en el color y el patrón. En el caso de regalis, la hembra es de color marrón anaranjado con una zona amarillenta prominente cerca del ápice de las alas delanteras. Las alas están marcadas con un patrón de garabatos negruzcos, y tienen una serie de guiones plateados metálicos y puntos negros alrededor de los márgenes. Los machos tienen un color de fondo y un patrón similares, pero carecen de las zonas subapicales pálidas. En su lugar, toda la superficie del ala, a excepción de la zona entre las venas del ápice, está recubierta de un hermoso brillo metálico azul intenso".
"Metacharis regalis se encuentra en Colombia y Venezuela, al sur de la Amazonia y los Andes orientales hasta Perú y Bolivia y se limita a la selva tropical primaria en altitudes comprendidas entre el nivel del mar y unos 1.400 metros".
"El vuelo es rápido y errático. Ambos sexos suelen encontrarse solos en huecos de luz. Los machos se posan en el envés de las hojas u ocasionalmente en la superficie superior. A última hora de la tarde realizan salidas territoriales. Si se les molesta, suelen volar una corta distancia, pero a menudo se posan por encima de la altura de la cabeza, por lo que son difíciles de observar. Las hembras son activas sobre todo a primera hora de la tarde".
Fuente (acudiendo al uso justo): www.learnaboutbutterflies.com/Amazon%20-%20Metacharis%20r...
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Il existe deux espèces de petites araignées connues sous le nom d'Araignée courge ou Épeire concombre.
Les deux araignées sont difficiles à différencier.
Il s'agit de Araniella cucurbitana et Araniella opisthographa.
Sur la photographie, cette superbe petite araignée ne mesure que 4 millimètres.
Il s'agit de l'Araniella opisthographa mâle.
Le mâle de cette espèce est magnifique avec la teinte verte de l'abdomen mêlée au rouge des pattes et au cuivre du céphalothorax. Ce dernier est ceint d'une belle couronne noire.
On trouve Araniella opisthographa principalement dans les chênes.
"Una paranoia colectiva.
Un enorme ojo nos vigila
Hay un nervio que nos atraviesa
a todos a la vez.
Algo nos mantiene unidos
Nos ata sin querer.
Es un hilo dirigido
por algo que no se ve.
Y creamos energía.
La sentimos, nos da vida.
Su corriente nos arrastra
y nos lleva por donde no es.
Nos tocamos, pero no nos vemos.
Y seguimos sin parar.
Algo dentro nos mantiene vivos.
Y no existe el exterior.
Hacemos espejos para saber
cómo es desde fuera,
cómo se nos ve.
Nunca pienses lo que haces.
Nada va a pasar.
Y mientras te quede cuerda
debes continuar.
Sigue dentro de la fila.
Ocupa tu lugar.
Y a tu hora...
Muérete."
(Evaristo Páramos)
Legends tell of a large empire that existed before our era. In that time there was a tyrannical Emperor with an iron control over his country. The poor people suffered greatly under the rule of the sovereign. Hunger, disease and oppression were the order of the day. The army of the Emperor was commanded by two generals. While one of the emperor obeyed unconditionally, the other general saw the suffering of the citizens, and had compassion on them. That was not new to the Emperor, but he tolerated no weakness! So he let the good General guard by two mighty dragons. But the power of the spirit was given him to perform in exactly such situations. The General often flattered his guards, until he finally managed to escape to the mountains.
The Emperor was steaming with rage and let his magicians conjure up dark creatures from the deep, which should look for the good General. A good friend of the General recognized the impending danger. This friend was a strong and strong-willed warrior who has served under the General. And for the first time in history a warrior gathered all the people who dreamed of a free will and life. Young and old people responded to this call. Better to die in battle than to tolerate the subjugation! And so it came that the General was supported by old and young people, by women and men and by children. The fight took place on a mountain like the one you see here.
The free men were numerically inferior to the army of the Emperor. Many of them had never held a sword in her hands. But they put up resistance! They dedicated their entire lives, even at times to the shedding of their blood on the mountains snow. The despair was great and the situation hopeless. But help came from very small creatures. Little fairies took pity on the desperate people. They formed an alliance and together they invoked the God of the mountain winds.
The General ordered to attack. The mountain winds enveloped the enemy’s army in a dense fog and together with the brave warriors they defeated completely the enemy. But the loyal General managed to escape and hid together with the emperor in the palace. Then the strong mountain winds clouded the whole palace with a thick nebula. Helpless and confused the Emperor and his General circled around in the palace until they came into the chambers of the dragons. The dragons did not recognize the both and devoured the both with a single bite. This was the birth of one of the most beautiful and prosperous golden times of mankind.
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Existe um tronco de árvore em casa e o Schneider resolveu subir nele hoje... ele me lembrou as onças do bosque! haha
Today is the anniversary of D-Day 6th June 1944. This memorial, near Spean Bridge, to the memory of those who volunteered to do arduous and dangerous tasks over and above the others who also fought for freedom from tyranny, is a place of quiet. Visitors from all over the world come here and take in the magnificent solitude and views while showing their respect to the sacrifice of servicemen who, if caught, were not treated under the terms of The Geneva Convention.
The free world owes an immense debt to the heroics and service of all such from all walks of life who not only represented their own country but also the others who defended the right to freedom.
The cost of such freedom from tyranny is always high and still tyranny exists.
It is a sad state of affairs that. after so much sacrifice, the world cannot seem to live together in peace and harmony.
Little evidence exists today of the junction station at Old Hill, the main line from Stourbridge to Snow Hill being joined by branches from Dudley and Halesowen. The `Bumble Hole' line from Dudley closed to passengers in 1964 but remained open for freight until 1968 and the track was lifted by the middle of 1969. Reminders still exist, one such being the abutment (seen on the left in this image) to the bridge which carried the line to Dudley across Beauty Bank, shortly after leaving Old Hill Station.
Powering against the grade between Cradley Heath and Rowley Regis DRS Class 68, 68008 propels 1H17 0638 Stourbridge Junction to London Marylebone through Old Hill.
For alternative railway photography, follow the link:
www.phoenix-rpc.co.uk/index.html to the Phoenix Railway Photographic Circle.
The Model 770 Amphicar (seen on the left side of the photograph above) was named after its ability to achieve speeds of seven knots in the water and 70 mph on land. 3,878 Amphicars were manufactured in Germany from 1961 to 1968. During that time 3,046 were imported into the United States. The Amphicar is rear-engined and uses a 4-cylinder British-built Triumph Herald motor producing 43 hp. All Amphicars are convertibles, offered to civillians in four colors; Beach White, Regatta Red, Lagoon Blue, and Fjord Green (Aqua). Two American Presidents owned Amphicars; Jimmy Carter and Lyndon B. Johnson. President Johnson would invite friends and even foreign dignitaries to his Texas ranch for a joyride in his car.
Today, the Boathouse Orlando at Disney Springs is the only place in the world that offers the unforgettable & thrilling experience of a Captain’s Guided Tour in a vintage Amphicar. These rare cars drive on land and enter the water with a splash, taking you on a Captain Guided, 25-minute tour of the landmarks of Disney Springs. Their fleet of Amphicars were purchased from private collections worldwide – and less than 400 exist worldwide today.
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‧ Camera - Nikon D7200 (handheld)
‧ Lens – Nikkor 18-300mm Zoom
‧ ISO – 500
‧ Aperture – f/5.6
‧ Exposure – 1/125 second
‧ Focal Length – 210mm
The original RAW file was processed with Adobe Camera Raw and final adjustments were made with Photoshop CS6.
"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11
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The Church of St Peter and St Paul is located in Wantage, Oxfordshire. It has been a site of worship since at least the 10th century, with the current building primarily dating back to the 13th century. It is a Grade I listed building.
A church has existed in Wantage since at least 950 AD. Alfred the Great was likely baptized in the original building a century earlier. The current structure largely dates to the 13th century, with significant remodelling in the following centuries. In the 15th century, the chancel was extended, and chapels and aisles were added. On 22 April 1950, the church was designated a Grade I listed building.
The church features a cruciform design with a large central tower and transepts. It was heavily remodelled by George Street during the Victorian era, including the addition of a large east window.
The interior houses ancient artifacts, including remnants of medieval glass in the south transept depicting saints. It also contains a life-sized memorial brass to Sir Ivo FitzWarin (d. 1414) and a monument to William Willmot (1684).
The church is an active Church of England parish church, offering daily services and hosting events such as concerts. It is open to visitors from 10 AM to 12 PM daily. The Church of England parish of Wantage is in the Archdeaconry of Dorchester of the Diocese of Oxford. The parish stands in the Catholic tradition of the Church of England.
Notable clergy:
William John Butler, later Dean of Lincoln, was vicar from 1847 to 1881.
Edward Foyle Nelson, 4th son of Thomas Nelson, 2nd Earl Nelson, Curate to William John Butler from 1857 to his death in 1859 of Typhoid Fever. A stained glass window dedicated to Edward was installed in 1861.
Roscow Shedden, former Bishop of Nassau, was vicar from 1931 to 1952.
Robert Wright, later Chaplain to the Speaker of the House of Commons, was priest-in-charge (1978–1984) and vicar (1987–1992).
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Church_of_St_Peter_and_St_Paul,_Wan...
Reino Unido de Gran Bretaña - Escocia - Glasgow - Necrópolis
ENGLISH
The Glasgow Necropolis is a Victorian cemetery in Glasgow, Scotland. It is on a low but very prominent hill to the east of Glasgow Cathedral (St. Mungo's Cathedral). Fifty thousand individuals have been buried here. Typically for the period only a small percentage are named on monuments and not every grave has a stone. Approximately 3500 monuments exist here.
Following the creation of Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris a wave of pressure began for cemeteries in Britain. This required a change in the law to allow burial for profit. Previously the parish church held responsibility for burying the dead but there was a growing need to give an alternative solution. Glasgow was one of the first to join this campaign, having a growing population, with fewer and fewer attending church. The planning of the cemetery began formally by the Merchants' House of Glasgow in 1831, in anticipation of a change in the law. The Cemeteries Act was passed in 1832 and the floodgates opened. Glasgow Necropolis officially opened in April 1833. Just prior to this, in September 1832 a Jewish burial ground had been established in the north-west section of the land. This small area was declared "full" in 1851.
Predating the cemetery, the statue of John Knox sitting on a column at the top of the hill, dates from 1825.
Alexander Thomson designed a number of its tombs, and John Bryce and David Hamilton designed other architecture for the grounds.
The main entrance is approached by a bridge over what was then the Molendinar Burn. The bridge, which was designed by David Hamilton was completed in 1836. It became known as the "Bridge of Sighs" because it was part of the route of funeral processions (the name is an allusion to the Bridge of Sighs in Venice). The ornate gates (by both David and James Hamilton) were erected in 1838, restricting access onto the bridge.
Three modern memorials lie between the gates and the bridge: a memorial to still-born children; a memorial to the Korean War; and a memorial to Glaswegian recipients of the Victoria Cross.
Across the bridge the original scheme was to enter the area via a tunnel but this proved unviable. The ornate entrance of 1836 remains.
The cemetery, as most early Victorian cemeteries, is laid out as an informal park, lacking the formal grid layouts of later cemeteries. This layout is further enhanced by the complex topography. The cemetery's paths meander uphill towards the summit, where many of the larger monuments stand, clustered around the John Knox Monument.
The Glasgow Necropolis was described by James Stevens Curl as "literally a city of the dead". Glasgow native Billy Connolly has said: "Glasgow's a bit like Nashville, Tennessee: it doesn't care much for the living, but it really looks after the dead."
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ESPAÑOL
La Necrópolis de Glasgow (en inglés: Glasgow Necropolis) es un cementerio victoriano de Glasgow, Escocia, Reino Unido. Está en una colina baja, pero muy importante, en el este de la Catedral de Glasgow (Catedral de San Mungo). Cincuenta mil personas han sido enterradas aquí. Típicamente, para el período sólo un pequeño porcentaje fue nombrado en los monumentos y no todas las tumbas tienen una lápida. Hay aproximadamente 3.500 monumentos.
La planificación del cementerio comenzó formalmente por la Cámara de Glasgow de Comerciantes en 1831, a la espera de un cambio en la ley. La Ley de Cementerios se aprobó en 1832 lo que permitió su apertura. La necrópolis se inauguró oficialmente en abril de 1833. Justo antes de esto, en septiembre 1832 un cementerio judío se había establecido en la sección noroeste de la tierra. Esta pequeña área fue declarada "completa" en 1851.
La Necrópolis de Glasgow está en una tierra llamada ‘The Craigs’ la cual fue comprada por la Casa de los Comerciantes de Glasgow en 1650 y se convirtió en un parque público durante casi 200 años. El concepto de un cementerio jardín se basó en el Cementerio Pere laChaise después de que un miembro de la Casa de los Comerciantes hubiera visitado a París. La Necrópolis fue abierta oficialmente en 1833. Este cementerio fue creado con la intención de ser multi-religioso y el primer entierro en 1832 fue el de un judío, Joseph Levi, joyero, que murió de disentería y fue enterrado en el recinto de los judíos. En 1833 el primer entierro cristiano fue el de Elizabeth Miles, madrastra del superintendente George Mylne. Después de 1860, las primeras extensiones este y sur fueron hechas encima de la Pedrera de Ladywell y en 1877 y 1892/3 fueron construidas las extensiones finales al norte y al sureste, casi doblando el área del cementerio. La Necrópolis ahora tiene 37 acres (15 has).
Tuvieron lugar 50.000 entierros en la Necrópolis con 3.500 monumentos, lo que parecen ser espacios verdes abiertos en varias zonas de las tierras son de hecho sepulcros no marcados. En 1877 el río Molendinar, que corría debajo del Puente de Sighs, era subterrá- neo. Este río pequeño fue en el que se dijo que St. Mungo pescaba salmones y que ahora es subterráneo en dirección a Clyde.
La Necrópolis fue uno de los pocos cementerios en guardar los expedientes de los muertos, incluyendo la profesión, la edad, el sexo y la causa de la muerte. En julio de 1878 el libro de visitantes mostró que 13.733 personas visitaron la Necrópolis de Glasgow - 12.400 ciudadanos y 1.333 otros visitantes. En 1966, la Casa de los Comerciantes donó £50,000 y la Necrópolis al Ayuntamiento de la Ciudad de Glasgow es el que ahora la administra y mantiene. Se han quitado los bancos y las divisiones de los sepulcros y la mayor parte del área ha sido plantada de césped como medida de mantenimiento.
Hay aquí monumentos diseñados por los principales arquitectos y escultores de la época, incluyendo Alexander ‘Greek’ Thomson, Charles Rennie Mackintosh y JT Rochead, uno de cada estilo arquitectónico, dichos monumentos no sólo eran creados para los empresarios y ricos prominentes de la designada ‘segunda ciudad del imperio' sino también erigidos por aportaciones públicas para algunos ciudadanos que no habrían podido de otra manera ser enterrados aquí.
La Necrópolis de Glasgow fue el primer cementerio jardín pero otros le siguieron incluyendo Sighthill en 1840, la Necrópolis meridional en 1840 y la Necrópolis del este en 1847. La comunidad católica abrió el St Mary’s Churchyard en Calton en 1839 y el cementerio de St Peter en Dalbeth en 1851.
El acto ‘Burial Grounds’ (Escocia) de 1855 condujo al cierre de la vieja iglesia y del cementerio. Los primeros de los nuevos cementerios en las cercanías de la ciudad fueron Craigton en 1873, Cathcart en 1878, Lambhill (85 acres) en 1881, la Necrópolis occidental en 1882 y St Kentigern en 1882 (noroeste de la ciudad).
El primer crematorio que se construyo en Escocia fue el Crematorio de Glasgow en las tierras de la Necrópolis occidental en 1895.
BR Class 37 No 37217 heads a loaded MGR working for Bolsover Coalite Plant away from Clipstone South Junction passing Clipstone West Junction to join the LD & ECR main line on 2nd May 1990
This curve connected the Mansfield Railway to the LD & ECR main line in the direction of Shirebrook. This curve and the Mansfield Railway no longer exist.
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Wanted to try something else, so I made a couple of pure bokeh shots... They will be uploaded later on.
Just experimenting!
Hope you're all having a great weekend!
Scruffy GER/LNER N7 0-6-2T 69727 waits at North Woolwich station on September 17, 1960, with the 2:52pm train to Palace Gates..
The tops of dockyard cranes can be seen in the distance..
The loco was withdrawn two months after this photo was taken, and later scrapped. Only one member of the class has survived into preservation.
The service was taken over by DMUs, and cut back to Stratford, and the line later became part of the North London Line, operated by ex-SR third-rail EMUs:
www.flickr.com/photos/rgadsdon/7425769550
The line finally closed completely in December 2006, and today (2016), the station platforms still exist, but in a derelict state..
Restored from an unfocussed grainy original..
Original slide - property of Robert Gadsdon
No suelo dar el porqué de mis fotos, pero cada una tiene su razón personal de existir y su razón de ser creada. Pero, en cuestión de arte y apreciación cada persona le da su sentido y un porqué y eso, es lo que hace a la foto.
Mi razón de estar tantas veces en un solo lugar es la razón de existir, no una si no infinidad de veces, muchas personas fallan, mis pensamientos constantemente están en el porqué de todo, y el porqué de existir y no descarto la posibilidad de estar existiendo muchas veces y aferrarme a un fin que me vincule entre sí. Tal vez uno de ellos en estos momentos está descubriendo el porqué de la vida y estoy seguro que si podríamos doblar el tiempo y mirar a través de él, ese yo lo está logrando. Pero, el yo de estos momentos y el yo que en estos momentos está escribiendo, hace lo que más le gusta y el yo del pasado estaría orgulloso de lo que se está convirtiendo el yo de su futuro.
Tal vez muchos fallaron pero todos tienen un fin en común que se entrelazan y hasta llegar al mismo punto, fallando, cayendo pero siempre aferrándose a una sola cosa.
Nunca me permito avergonzarme del pasado ya que eso me hace saber que estoy viviendo.
The University Of Oxford Botanic Garden is an historic botanic garden in Oxford, Oxfordshire. It is the oldest botanic garden in Great Britain and one of the oldest scientific gardens in the world. The garden was founded in 1621 as a physic garden growing plants for medicinal research. Today it contains over 8,000 different plant species on 1.8 hectares (4½ acres). It is one of the most diverse yet compact collections of plants in the world and includes representatives from over 90% of the higher plant families.
In 1621, Henry Danvers, 1st Earl of Danby, contributed £5,000 (equivalent to £744,000 in 2005) to set up a physic garden for "the glorification of the works of God and for the furtherance of learning". He chose a site on the banks of the River Cherwell at the northeast corner of Christ Church Meadow, belonging to Magdalen College. Part of the land had been a Jewish cemetery until the Jews were expelled from Oxford (and the rest of England) in 1290. Four thousand cartloads of "mucke and dunge" were needed to raise the land above the flood-plain of the River Cherwell.
Humphry Sibthorp began the catalogue of the plants of the garden, Catalogus Plantarum Horti Botanici Oxoniensis. His youngest son was the well-known botanist John Sibthorp (1758–1796), who continued the Catalogus Plantarum.
The Garden comprises three sections:
1. The Walled Garden, surrounded by the original seventeenth century stonework and home to the Garden's oldest tree, an English yew, Taxus baccata.
2. The Glasshouses, which allow the cultivation of plants needing protection from the extremes of British weather.
3. The area outside the walled area between the Walled Garden and the River Cherwell.
A satellite site, the Harcourt Arboretum, is located six miles (10 km) south of Oxford.
The Garden was the site of frequent visits in the 1860s by Oxford mathematics professor Lewis
Carroll and the Liddell children, Alice and her sisters. Like many of the places and people of Oxford, it was a source of inspiration for Carroll's stories in Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. The Garden's waterlily house can be seen in the background of Sir John Tenniel's illustration of "The Queen's
Croquet-Ground".
Another Oxford professor and author, J. R. R. Tolkien, often spent his time at the garden reposing under his favourite tree, Pinus nigra. The enormous Austrian pine is much like the Ents of his The Lord of the Rings story, the walking, talking tree-people of Middle-earth.
In the Evelyn Waugh novel Brideshead Revisited, Lord Sebastian Flyte takes Charles Ryder "to see the ivy" soon after they first meet. As he says, "Oh, Charles, what a lot you have to learn! There's a beautiful arch there and more different kinds of ivy than I knew existed. I don't know where I should be without the Botanical gardens" (Chapter One).
In Philip Pullman's trilogy of novels His Dark Materials, a bench in the back of the garden is one of the locations/objects that stand parallel in the two different worlds that the protagonists, Lyra Belacqua and Will Parry, live in. In the last chapter of the trilogy, both promised to sit on the bench for an hour at noon on Midsummer's day every year so that perhaps they may feel each other's presence next to one another in their own worlds.
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It Exists !
नाणेघाट सुमारे सव्वादोन हजार वर्षापूर्वी खोदला गेला. प्रतिष्ठान ही सातवाहनांची राजधानी. सातवाहन काळात कल्याण ते प्रतिष्ठान (जुन्नर) या राजमार्गावर नाणेघाटात डोंगर फोडून ह्या मार्गाची निर्मिती केली गेली. सातवाहन कुल हे महाराष्ट्रातील प्राचीन असे कुल आहे आणि त्यांचे राज्य इ.स पूर्व अडीचशे वर्ष तर ते इ.स नंतर अडीचशे वर्षेअसे जवळजवळ पाचशे वर्ष होते. प्राचीन काळी कल्याण बंदरामध्ये परकीय लोक विशेषतः रोमन व्यापारी आपला माल घोडे अथवा बैलावर वाहून नेत असत. हा माल प्रामुख्याने सातवाहन काळातील राजधानी असलेल्या प्रतिष्ठान नगरीत व्यापारासाठी नेला जाई. या व्यापार्यांकडून जकात जमा केली जाई. त्या जकातीचा दगडी रांजण आजही येथे पहावयास मिळतो. नाणेघाटाची संरक्षक फळी ही शिवनेरी, हडसर, चावंड आणि जीवधन या चार किल्ल्यांनी बनलेली आहे. साठ मीटर लांब आणि जागोजागी दोन ते पाच मीटर रूंद अशी ही नाणेघाटाची नळी आहे. या नळीच्या मुखाशी एक दगडी रांजण आहे. अदमासे चार फूट व्यासाचा आणि पाच फूट उंचीचा हा रांजण पूर्वी जकातीसाठी वापरला जात असे. जकातकर रुपाने यात तत्कालीन 'कर्षापण' नावाची नाणी टाकली जात असत. नाणेघाट चढून गेल्यावर प्रथम दर्शनी दृष्टिक्षेपात पडणारी कातळात कोरलेली ऐसपैस आणि सुंदर गुहा हेच येथील महत्वपूर्ण वैशिष्ट होय. या गुहेत साधारणतः ४०-४५ जण राहू शकतात. सध्या वापरण्यात येणा-या गुहेत तिन्ही भिंतीवर लेख आहेत. हा लेख एकूण २० ओळींचा असून मध्य भागातील भिंतीवर १० तर उजवीकडील भागावर दहा ओळी आहेत. हा लेख ब्राम्ही लिपीतला असून या लेखामध्ये अनेक अंकनिर्दिष्ठ संख्या आहेत.
Naneghat (Marathi: नाणेघाट) is a mountain pass in the Western Ghats range near Junnar in Pune district of Maharashtra, India. During the reign of the Satavahana (200 BCE–190 CE), the pass was extensively used as a trade route between Kalyan and Junnar.[1] Literally, the name nane means "coin" and ghat means "pass". The name is given because this path was used as a tollbooth to collect toll from traders crossing the hills.
The inscriptions in the caves indicate that they are the work of Satavahana rulers who came into prominence after the fall of the Mauryan empire. It is believed that a powerful woman ruler Naganika, the wife of Satakarni (180–170 BCE) of the Satavahana family commissioned the cave, the statues and the inscriptions. Inscriptions in the cave mention her and her family members. Though the statues adorning the sides of the rectangular cave are now gone, the inscriptions still record some of the achievements of the dynasty. The Naneghat records have proved very important in establishing the history of the region. Vedic Gods like Yama (Hinduism) Indra, Chandra and Surya are mentioned here. The mention of Samkarsana and Vasudeva indicate the prevalence of Bhagavata form of Hinduism in the Satavahana dynasty.
C509, C506, C507 and CEY006 lead an empty AR07 Southern Shorthaul Railroad coal train from Newstan (near Newcastle) to Airly.
This is the site of the former Cullen Bullen railway station. No remnants of the former station, platform or sidings exist today.
Cullen Bullen, NSW.
Thursday, 26 January 2023.
The events that night in the parking lot changed me forever.
I used to look at things as so much more 'black and white.'
'The police were good' I thought.
And 'our government existed to serve and protect the people.'
There was a certain bliss in living with that ignorance.
One night shattered that and life itself would never be so simple again.
I knew that anyone could go bad.
I'd seen that before.
But the systematic coverup I was witness to...
that whacked my reality big time.
Since then I've made quite a few friends who happen to be cops.
I'd say that in my experience about half of them are an honor to the badge.
The other half...
you'd be shocked that they're nothing but another street gang bunch of thugs...
only they hide behind those badges and blue uniforms.
And they're authorized by the state to carry guns and use deadly force.
I don't think anything's ever offended me so much as seeing that bullshit up close.
It was like some fog was lifted and I saw what went on 'behind the curtain.'
That shit really shook me up.
I'm talking about people who've not only got no problem murdering someone...
but they've got the understanding and the means to get away with it.
There's more than a few people in prison who've been sent there wrongly convicted of crimes these guys have done.
They know how to pull it off.
The only thing that they really fear are the half of the cops who wouldn't tolerate that stuff.
The problem is that in some departments the ratio's pretty skewed.
Like Deadwood.
The whole place is filled with bad apples.
The stories I started to hear were unbelievable.
Witness intimidation.
Planting drugs.
Lying on police reports.
Giving false testimony.
And of course...
firebombing the garbage dumpster in front of my office.
I saw that one with my own eyes.
Or that phone call I got about the Police Commisioner's federal conviction for selling a couple of kilos of the white stuff.
The same guy that owned the bar that installed the illegal poker machines.
The ones that were all gone when the county went to raid his place because Iron Fist supposedly got tipped off and told him he'd better get rid of those things fast.
And I heard Iron Fist was pissed.
Not because his Police Commissioner had an illegal gambling operation going on in his town...
but because he'd kept it a secret from him.
Iron Fist kept secrets.
You didn't keep secrets from him.
There's some dark shadows on the other side of that 'thin blue line' and I'm telling you that I hope you never see them.
They get away with way too much.
They get away with murder.
The corruption is so endemic to the system that I have no faith at all that it can ever be eliminated.
There's a secret code.
If you've ever gotten a ticket and the cop thought you were an asshole all he had to do was to make sure that when he stapled your drivers lisense to the paperwork was that he put the staple through your picture.
The next cop that pulled you over knew right away that some other cop had a problem with you.
Because you had staple holes there on your license.
On your face.
That's the kind of shit that they do.
That's the 'code.'
One thing that they do better than anything though is to stick together.
'Professional courtesy' they call it.
In Chicago givin' another cop a ticket for DUI is an instant career dead end.
The older cops with more experience know how it works.
The young guys get sucked into it in order to prove themselves.
And to survive.
You gotta tow the line if you want backup to help you out in a timely manner when you call for it.
It's almost a rite of passage.
You don't pass the test...
you're gonna get your ass kicked on the streets or worse...
and no one's gonna drive really fast to help you out.
You'll be on your own.
Over the years the cops have developed an 'us or them' mentality.
They become jaded about the way it all works...
they socialize amongst themselves and the women who they call 'holster sniffers.'
They start to hate the legal system...
the judges and the prosecutors...
and then all of the sudden they're one of the 'bad apples.'
You hear about them every once in a while...
either they're busted by the feds or they're turned on by the guys around them because they pissed someone off.
You got no idea how bad it is really.
Not until you start hearin' what's going on 'off the record.'
You'll never sleep as well as you did before you heard the stories.
What makes it all worse is when corrupt politicians start to use the police as a 'personal army.'
That only makes everything dirtier.
The cops know that they're gonna get away with so much more when the guys above them are corrupt too.
That's the way it went in Deadwood.
Iron Fist used the police like they were his own little militia.
If he had a problem with you then you had yourself a problem with the cops.
And keepin' Iron Fist happy took precedence over 'law and order' any day of the week in Deadwood.
You got old Iron Fist pissed off at you that'd be a real quick end to your career in 'law enforcement.'
While Iron Fist ran the place the town was known as a really desirable place to live.
You didn't put a 'for sale' sign in front of your house if you wanted to sell it when he was in charge.
The old man would never tolerate that.
He had a list of people who wanted to live there and him and his cronies would figure out who they were gonna let buy your house.
They didn't want any 'undesirables' moving in.
And by 'undesirables' I mean black people.
Iron Fist thought that 'for sale' signs on people's homes made him look bad.
Dude should have been a cult leader the way he operated.
If you went around 'the system'...
and some people did because they felt that Iron Fist's little policy was cutting their profits on the sale of their homes...
Iron Fist would send the cops out late at night and snatch that 'for sale' sign right out of your front yard.
The guys I talked to said 'Secret Squirrel' was always up for the job.
He was the guy that drove around with the trunk full of machine guns.
The Village was sued in federal court for the practice by real estate agents and the Village lost on First Ammendment grounds...
but they still kept doing it.
Iron Fist reduced the police to commonon thievery.
For a lot of them I think that was the line that they'd first crossed into the corruption that soiled the place.
Kind of like a little 'initiation' into the way things were done in Deadwood.
They wanted to make damn sure no 'undesirables' were ever hired on to the police department too.
They asked applicants to provide a picture of themselves with their applications.
You better not have a dark complection if you wanted to get a job there.
The thing that really made everything so corrupt was that the Chief would always end up with a big old bag of dirt on Iron Fist...
just as much as Iron Fist'd end up with a big old bag of dirt on the Chief.
The relationships never seemed to last too long because Iron Fist knew the game better than any of the clowns he'd make Chief.
He'd take 'em down before they really became a threat.
When Skeevy left there to run another department it wasn't too long before the feds were all over his ass.
It was Skeevy who'd installed the guy that'd become the next Chief...
'Chief Hotdog.'
The one I sent the 'nutcracker' letter to.
Where I told him 'I was gonna squeeze his balls until they popped.'
The letter I had to read in front of the jury with all the good stuff blacked out.
Man I really thought I was gonna be charged with some serious felonies for that action.
Even my lawyer said he was worried about it.
'You don't go around writing that kind of stuff down' he said 'say whatever you want but you don't write letters like that and send them to the Chief of Police signed with your name.'
Fortunately the statute of limitations has run out on that one and I ain't got no problems that way.
I really tortured poor Chief Hotdog...
got inside his head and fucked with him big time.
The way I saw it he deserved it.
I mean... he was the boss... and he coudda done something to make things right for me and my family.
He was given the chance to do the right thing.
They all were.
But when he came out lying to the media about what happened that night and defended the actions of his street thug cops I knew I was goin' after his ass any way I could.
Right after the case against my wife was thrown out Chief Hotdog resigned.
Of course The Kid said it had nothin' to do with the bungling of that case...
and insiders said it was because he didn't do really well at fundraising for The Kid politically...
but I didn't care.
He was just one more corrupt motherfucker that I had in my crosshairs that went down in flames.
Whatever it was it ended his career.
The department went without a Chief for a few months and everyone speculated on who was gonna be named Chief Hotdog's successor.
I was shakin' the place up with allegations about the use of the contaminated well but that was all kinda behind the scenes...
the media or the feds hadn't picked up on it just yet.
When The Kid appointed the new Chief, me and The Mole both let out a collective gasp at the same time.
He appointed a woman who used to run the water department.
Terry Stewbauer.
I couldn't believe it.
It was such an obvious payoff and anyone in the know could see that right away.
It was blatant.
The Kid wasn't just 'ball-less' he seemed to be brainless too.
That was the first time I knew I really had those assholes and I knew I had them good.
They knew the feds were comin' sooner or later because I wasn't letting up and appointing Stewbauer as the new Chief of Police was a sort of premptory strike.
They wanted to keep her quiet and they wanted to keep her loyal...
put her on the 'short leash.'
I think she was scared shitless about what was comin' down the line and thinkin' about makin' a deal herself with the federales.
The Kid appointing her as the new Chief was probably a confidence builder for the woman.
She was working part time as a detective for the department before she was appointed Chief and I'd heard she wasn't a bad cop.
But she knew the truth about the use of the contaminated well and I knew that in appointing her that The Kid was hoping she'd never tell that truth to anyone.
Especially the feds.
I heard that her husband was a convicted drug dealer who was sitting in prison at the time she was appointed as the new Chief too.
She couldn't have been a very good detective if she didn't know that the old man was dealin' drugs out of her house.
Or she was a very corrupt detective.
Take your pick.
She was working as the Chief of Police in Deadwood when she was indicted on something like twenty three felony counts by the US Attorney.
She had to surrender her gun and her firearm owners identification card to the feds right after that.
Deadwood gave her a paid 'leave of absence' so now she gets paid for doing nothing.
Except takin' a fall for Iron Fist and his crew and keeping some serious secrets.
Of course they're paying her legal bills too.
I can't believe they get away with that shit but they do.
If I was a reporter I'd tear 'em a new one over that story.
I guess that made her the second Chief of Police that I'd end up takin' down in a row over this whole thing.
The Mole once pointed out that 'fucking with you doesn't seem to be a really good career move.'
We shared a good laugh over that one.
I was makin' enemies there almost as fast as I'm known to make friends.
And I was using the enemies of my enemy pretty effectively too.
That's why I'd reached out to Congressman Bobby Rush.
Krista'd made the introduction.
I'd read that when Rush was first elected to Congress that Iron Fist was pretty pissed off that now a black man would be representing Deadwood in Congress.
He was quoted in the newspapers saying that he wanted to secceed from the congressional district because 'there was no way that that man could represent the white ethnics of Deadwood.'
That comment really pissed off Congressman Rush and I don't think he ever forgot it.
Or forgave it.
I remember thinking 'this guy will really be a help in nailing Iron Fist to the cross' and I was right.
Congressman Rush and I are not the kind of guys who you'd ever accuse of seeing 'eye to eye' politically but we had a common enemy in Iron Fist and that's all it takes in Illinois politics... or politics in general to gain a strong ally.
I remember the Congressman pulling me out of a big meeting saying that he wanted me to get in front of the cameras with him and talk to the press.
Right after he'd given the best political speech I've ever had the great pleasure to witness.
I'm telling you I swear he channeled the spirit of a baptist preacher from the deep south of the seventies on that one.
I think the Congressman wanted Iron Fist to see him with his arm around me there smiling.
Kinda like twisting the knife if you know what I mean.
I also remember the Fox News reporter with that tight sweater and the most amazing pair of tits I'd ever seen...
I thought it was pretty funny that I'm standing next to a Congressman with about a half a dozen tv cameras in my face blowin' the lid on Iron Fist and his dirty and despicable deeds and I can't take my eyes off of this woman's rack.
I'm usually not like that...
but damn... the combination of that sweater and her upper body were a work of freakin' art...
a thing of incredible beauty.
That moment was the closest I'd ever come to feeling a woman up on live tv.
I'm glad the Congressman did most of the talking.
When I watched myself on tv that night I looked like a really honest guy lookin' right into the camera like that.
Only me and God knew where I was really looking though.
And I blame the whole thing on God anyway.
That was not the work of some plastic surgeon...
and if it was, then it was God that gave him that talent...
so I still blame God and I think he'd be honored that I do.
I felt like dirt for thinkin' that way there though.
Iron Fist and his shenanigans killed people.
Innocent people that had no idea that they were drinking that cancer water.
There were so many people with cancer there at that meeting.
I shook their hands and I hugged them.
I looked into their eyes and I listened to their stories.
And it all got me even more pissed off at what those assholes did.
Yeah... there was a certain selfish satisfaction in the imminent crucifiction of the people who'd hurt my family...
but more and more I was beginning to find myself taking up the crusade to bring these guys to justice not just for what they'd done to me and my family...
but for what they'd done to the people that trusted them.
They had to pay for what they'd done and it seemed like I was the only one with the balls and the motivation and the understanding of the situation to keep driving them towards justice.
And now I had some powerful people on my side.
Rush had called Eric Holder, the US Attorney General from the meeting and told him what was going on.
Shit was getting stirred up alright.
I was excited.
I'd seen enough in that parking lot and in the days after to know that they were soul-less and corrupt and I wanted to show everyone that.
I wanted revenge ever since that night.
There was a battle going on inside of my soul by this time.
And I found myself slowly letting the whole concept of revenge go.
More than anything...
I really wanted justice.
And I wanted it for the frail thirty eight year old woman I'd just hugged who had cancer all over her body and was sick right there from all of the chemo...
I wanted justice for her.
They had no right to do that to another human being.
Iron Fist and his whole crew hadda go down for this.
From the series 'There's Something in the Water' here on Flickr... www.flickr.com/photos/light_seeker/sets/72157627041317913...
The bicycle was placed there by local residents in memory of two German cyclists killed in an accident just west of Galena. Heinz Gerd Buchel and Harry Jung in their seventies were embarked on a Route 66 bicycle tour. Their journey was cut short on May 8, 2018.
The US Bicycle Route 66 was created in 2018, it was formally designated as USBR 66 by the AASHTO. It currently exists in Kansas and Missouri Between Baxter Springs KS and St. Louis MO, spanning 358 miles (576 km). (TheRoute-66.com)
Ni te arreglas, ni te miras al espejo mujer, date una oportunidad, No te dejes vencer, debes comenzar a creer, que si existen los amigos y que no todo el que se acerca se quiere acostar contigo ¿Cuanto has vivido? Si apenas pasas de los 15, quierete como eres y vive siempre consciente, de que no hay nena, más bella e inteligente, que la que se respeta fisica y moralmente.
Les comunico que ya no ocuparé Flickr, 1. porque entraron a mi casa y robaron mis cosas, entre ellas notebook y camara (U) pero estamos todos bien :). 2. porque no tengo mucho tiempo con el colegio e instituto.
Quien quiera hablar conmigo agregenme al facebook: Scarlette Madelaine Iglesias Sanhueza, se reserva el derecho de aceptar personas xd Besitos (k)
Bueno..existen diferentes pero en si lo importante es floriar bien la falda, ocea que se vean las ondas al moverla.
Cuando estas haciendo el zapatiado sencillo se utilizan 2, uno es que las dos manos estén moviendo igual (hacia adentro y afuera) y el otro es uno y uno ( pie derecho, mano izquierda y pie izquierdo mano derecha).
Esos son los mas sencillos y los que mas se utilizan, aunque de región a región cambian.
Existe en lo inconsciente... una cosa llamada.... sistema inmunológico de la conciencia...
...si hay algo que no quiero ver... lo identifico y lo elimino de mi camino...
...sin ni si quiera mirar.
¿Será que a veces nos dejamos el corazón en la puerta de casa?
¿Existe el Eden en la tierra? No lo sé, pero si hay algo que se le parezca seguro que es Plitvice en Croacia, un lugar altamente fotogénico y que siempre aparecen en las listas tipo "50 maravillas naturales del mundo"
after a snow fight
waterloo weekend
feb 2010
if you could please either ask permission to blog my photos or credit them that'd be great, thank you.
Glimpses in the dark.
A peek of something wicked.
Evil, sinful, immoral, wrong, corrupt, black-hearted, ungodly, unholy, irreligious, unrighteous, sacrilegious, profane, blasphemous, impious, base, mean, vile.
Magic is just something we can't yet explain; but evil does exist, and is just difficult to explain.
Hoy en día parece existir una cierta tolerancia hacia el arte del grafiti, si es que el grafiti puede considerarse arte. No cabe duda de que como en todo acto de expresión humana existen grados, y aunque el grafiti puede ir desde la burda impresión del nombre o “nick” del autor sobre una superficie pública hasta formas más elaboradas, creo que estaremos todos de acuerdo en que todo grafiti dista mucho de los frescos de la Capilla Sixtina.
No estoy interesado en profundizar mucho más allá en la caracterización del grafiti como arte, por mucho que sea parte de la cultura Hip Hop. En cualquier caso, y desde un punto de vista formal, los grafiti son, desde mi punto de vista, actividades expresivas pobres, simples, donde prácticamente nunca se va más allá de la bidimensionalidad visual y donde el significado, habitualmente también, carece de una interpretación que pueda exceder lo banal, lo simple y lo inmediato. No quiero decir con esto que el grafiti me repugne. En absoluto. Honestamente diría que me distrae, pero poco más.
Lo que me interesa verdaderamente del grafiti son sus connotaciones socioculturales. El grafiti, tal y como lo entendemos hoy en día, surgió en el Metro de Nueva York en la década de los 70 del siglo XX. Era una época apenas tranquila en la Gran Manzana, con grandes, digamos, “incomprensiones” entre los barrios neoyorquinos y con la droga pasando de puente en puente por el río Hudson. Hoy en día no podemos afirmar que existe un maravilloso entendimiento entre Harlem, Brooklin, el Bronx y Park Avenue, pero la cosa está más estable, o más asumida, entendiendo aquí el verbo asumir como una derivada del concepto de rendición social o del sentimiento de ausencia de horizontes de futuro.
Tiene el grafiti una esencia de protesta, de lucha de la juventud marginada y eso si que me interesa muchísimo, ya que lleva a preguntarme cuales son las condiciones sociales que llevan a la marginación. Es obvio que la juventud siempre ha sido y ha de ser coyunturalmente revolucionaria. La fisiología y las hormonas, y apenas el cerebro, llevan las riendas de la vida a esas edades, pero, existiría el grafiti sin la marginación social? ¿Qué condiciones humanas son las que generan marginación? ¿Generan tal vez los fenómenos económicos y políticos situaciones de marginación? Si los fenómenos económicos son muchas veces, por no decir casi siempre, resultados de políticas de izquierdas o de derechas, ¿son las políticas las causantes de la marginación juvenil? ¿Generan más marginación las políticas y políticos extremos? ¿Qué corrientes políticas generan históricamente más pobreza y marginación? No son preguntas retóricas sino más bien invitaciones a la reflexión.
Gijón, Asturias. Mirador del Parque de la Providencia. Octubre de 2020
Église Saint-Pierre de Coutances
Il existait à cet emplacement une très ancienne église dédiée à Saint Pierre, dont l’existence est attestée en 1056 mais dont la construction était certainement antérieure. Tombée en ruine à la suite des ravages provoqués par les combats de la guerre de Cent Ans vers 1450, elle fut reconstruite à la fin du 15ème siècle par des maîtres-maçons, sur les deniers de l’évêque Geoffroy Herbert. L’édifice mêle le style gothique flamboyant et le style renaissance. En raison de l’exigüité du terrain, la nef est relativement courte par rapport à sa largeur. L’église se compose d’une nef et de bas-côtés, d’un transept imposant et d’un chœur entouré d’un déambulatoire. La nef, le transept et le chœur sont surmontés d’un triforium. La croisée du transept est coiffée d’une imposante tour-lanterne Renaissance construite après l’achèvement de l’édifice, entre 1550 et 1580, et imitant la tour-lanterne de la cathédrale. Le clocher qui surmonte la façade ouest a été construit avant 1500 et est comparable au clocher de l’hôtel-Dieu qui lui est contemporain. L’église a bénéficié de plusieurs campagnes de restauration, notamment la façade ouest en 2009, mais il reste d’importants travaux à réaliser, en particulier la réfection de la toiture.
L’orgue situé en tribune au fond de la nef a été construit en 1656 par le facteur Robert INGOULT originaire de Cherbourg (Manche). La magnifique tribune et le buffet actuels remontent à cette époque.
En 1789, le facteur Henry PARIZOT d’Etain (Meuse) et actif en Normandie dans la seconde moitié du 18ème siècle, a restauré l’instrument et ajouté le Positif de dos.Pendant la révolution, l’orgue a été abandonné et détérioré. Une grande partie sinon la totalité de la tuyauterie a alors disparu…
En 1845, l’instrument a été reconstruit dans un style encore très classique par le facteur Pierre MENARD, facteur d’orgues à Coutances. Ce facteur, qui a travaillé à Paris chez Louis CALLINET et Aristide CAVAILLE-COLL, a été très actif en Normandie. Il a fabriqué avec son cousin Eugène ORANGE et un associé Henri LAFORGE d’excellents instruments en Basse-Normandie et a également construit des petits orgues en sous-traitance pour CAVAILLE-COLL.
Dans les années 1930, le facteur François DIDIER de Nancy a réalisé un relevage.
En 1962, la maison BEUCHET-DEBIERRE de Nantes (Loire-Atlantique) est intervenue sur l’instrument et a réalisé un relevé de sa disposition.
En 1970, la tribune et le buffet ont été classés aux Monuments Historiques.
En 1973, la partie instrumentale de l’orgue a également été classée aux Monuments Historiques.
Entre 1962 et 1976, la même maison BEUCHET est intervenue pour des travaux et a légèrement modifié la disposition : Fourniture G.O, Larigot au Récit et Tierce au Positif. Le pédalier de 18 marches à la française a été remplacé par un pédalier neuf à l’allemande. Jusqu’alors la partie instrumentale était attribuée à PARIZOT (Cf la notice de classement).En 1985, une étude complète de l’orgue a été réalisée par le facteur Louis BENOIST du Mans (Sarthe), sous la supervision du technicien-conseil Jean-Pierre Decavèle. C’est cette étude qui confirme qu’il s’agit bien ici d’un orgue MENARD de 1845 et non pas de l’orgue PARIZOT de 1789 dont la mécanique et la tuyauterie ont disparu lors de la révolution. C’est la plus grande réalisation de Pierre MENARD.
Il reste à restaurer l’instrument dans sa disposition originale : retour du dessus de Flûte Allemande du Positif à la place de la Tierce de BEUCHET, reconstruction de la Fourniture de Grand-orgue et remplacement du Larigot du Récit par un Cor anglais 8’.
Cet orgue d’une excellente sonorité est le témoin de la facture coutançaise du 19ème siècle et présente un grand intérêt.
Existen 20 tipos diferentes de Canguros.
Yo tampoco lo sabía. 😂
No todos están en Australia, algunos también se distribuyen por Papua Nueva Guínea e Indonesia. Tampoco lo sabía. 😆
Este es un canguro nativo de Australia, con una amplia distribución hacia el sur de la región. Se distingue por su hocico cubierto de un pelaje fino, y la coloración es de marrón claro a marrón rojizo.