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At the National Gallery Singapore during the exhibition of Ever - Present, First Peoples Art of Australia.
Moments before the afterburners are aflame and speeds reach 200 mph, pilots spot a turkey vulture flys over the runway in front of the T-38C Talon supersonic jet; this is an everpresent a hazard at Joint Base San Antonio (JBSA) - Randolph, Texas, on April 23, 2020. This is the primary challenge of U.S. Department of Agriculture (USDA) Animal and Plant Health Inspection Service (APHIS) Wildlife Services (WS) Airport Wildlife Hazard Management Program's local Wildlife Biologist Michael Pacheco and his Integrated Wildlife Damage Management (IWDM) actions to help mitigate wildlife strike hazards before aircraft takeoff.
For more information and related videos, PLEASE see the APHIS-Integrated Wildlife Damage Management at JBSA Randolph album description at flic.kr/s/aHsmN6DtGH.
USDA Photo by Lance Cheung.
Mi papa nos llevaba de excursion al Ajusco.
Llegar a la cima era un logro a esa edad.
Caminabamos desde el pueblo de Ajusco hasta el Pico del Aguila a 3,900 mts de altura.
La vista era espectacular. La ciudad de Mexico y los volcanes Popo/Izta de un lado, del otro lado Toluca, el Nevado y el valle de Cuernavaca.
Llevabamos malvaviscos, leche condensada, pan de centeno y carnes frias,
Junto a mis pies, el estuche de los famosos prismaticos de mi papa.
Atras de mi se ve el Espinazo del Diablo, por donde unos años despues nos atrevimos a bajar.
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Mi dad would take us hiking to Ajusco.
Making it to the top was an accomplishment at that age.
We walked from the town of Ajusco to Pico del Aguila at 12,800 ft. and the view was spectacular... Mexico City, Popocatepetl, Iztaccihuatl on one side. Toluca, Nevado de Toluca, Valley of Cuernavaca on the other side.
We snacked on marshmallows, condensed milk, rye bread and lunchmeat.
Next to my feet, the everpresent case of my dad's binoculars.
Behind me is the Devil's Spine, a few years later we started descending that way.
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Pico del Aguila, Ajusco, DF, Mexico (Slide 1967)
A celebration of Aboriginal and Torres Straits Islanders art, life and culture at the National Gallery Singapore during Ever - Present : First Peoples Art of Australia exhibition.
they built a cell phone tower
just down the road
to remind us that we're really not all alone
but I'm not convinced
that it isn't a trick
from crowded minds
trying to make sense
of the everpresent empty next
I'm making neighbors of strangers
trying to prove them all wrong
that to sing a song
you need to know the words
but I believe to my soul
it's effort enough just to mimic a bird
is there no honor in failure anymore?
can't we fight the battle and lose the war?
can't we start out rich and end up poor?
without mourning what we spent at the store
I've been sleeping like a log
waking up in a fog
and going through the day that way
I've got a white flag on my pillow case
looking for a race so I can let you win
because losing is a virtue
not a mortal sin
if it matters to you
you can steal my food
either way,
I'll always be thin
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With afterburners aflame and speeds near 200 mph and climbing, instructor and student pilots take off in a T-38 Talon supersonic jet and head toward a bird flying across their path over the runway; this is an everpresent a hazard at Joint Base San Antonio (JBSA) - Randolph, Texas, on April 23, 2020. This is the primary challenge of U.S. Department of Agriculture (USDA) Animal and Plant Health Inspection Service (APHIS) Wildlife Services (WS) Airport Wildlife Hazard Management Program's local Wildlife Biologist Michael Pacheco and his Integrated Wildlife Damage Management (IWDM) actions to help mitigate wildlife strike hazards before aircraft takeoff. To one side of the base is Schertz, TX, and three other cities adjacent to it have their own laws and regulations that influence wildlife management at JBSA Randolph.
For more information and related videos, PLEASE see the APHIS-Integrated Wildlife Damage Management at JBSA Randolph album description at flic.kr/s/aHsmN6DtGH.
USDA Photo by Lance Cheung.
With afterburners aflame and speeds near 200 mph and climbing, instructor pilots and their students take off in two T-38C Talon supersonic jets and head by three birds flying across their path over the runway; this is an everpresent a hazard at Joint Base San Antonio (JBSA) - Randolph, Texas, on April 23, 2020. This is the primary challenge of U.S. Department of Agriculture (USDA) Animal and Plant Health Inspection Service (APHIS) Wildlife Services (WS) Airport Wildlife Hazard Management Program's local Wildlife Biologist Michael Pacheco and his Integrated Wildlife Damage Management (IWDM) actions to help mitigate wildlife strike hazards before aircraft takeoff.
For more information and related videos, PLEASE see the APHIS-Integrated Wildlife Damage Management at JBSA Randolph album description at flic.kr/s/aHsmN6DtGH.
USDA Photo by Lance Cheung.
These screen captures from the Pompeii Walking Tour 2020 video is courtesy of the POMPEII ARCHAEOLOGICAL PARK and ProWalk Tours.
Note to educators: ProWalk Tours as producer of the original video footage has agreed to allow my derivative still images to be licensed with Creative Commons Attribution Sharealike so they can be freely used for teaching and research publications.
Technical notes: I have used Topaz Sharpen AI to remove the slight motion blur in screen captures as well as Adobe Camera Raw to adjust clarity, texture, highlights, shadows, and occasionally haze and white balance. I increased dynamic contrast and added a subtle vignette with On1 Photo Raw Effects and removed distracting visitors and some barriers, as well as replaced empty skies with Photoshop and its Sky Replacement feature, changing the blend mode from Screen to Multiply to avoid excessive editing of the mask layer.
You can explore the Pompeii Walk video yourself here - no special hardware is required
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All these photos were taken from the back verandah of the train compartment. It was necessary to set the camera on a fast shutter speed to reduce the everpresent potential for foreground object blur. I quickly gave up on taking any photos from inside the cabin due to reflections and distortion due to curved glass.
Shooting from out on the back verandah had its problems also as the speed of the train meant one often had just seconds to see a photo opportunity and then compose a shot. Finding a clear view through rapidly approaching trees, power and phone poles and lines was indeed challenging.
If the British Columbia government wants to do something for tourism it should embark on a plan to tidy up the eyesores posed by the communications and power infrastructure along this entire route.
In shot selection, given the speeding train and the constancy of avoiding objects close to the tracks, I found it best to focus on long views, trying to keep foreground blur in the lower one third of the frame or off to one side. I figured that the blur could be edited out later. This mostly did prove to be a good strategy.
Brian brings out Mario Confente's personal bike for discussion.
Note the everpresent Krispy Kreme donuts, Breakfast of Champions and San Diego frame builders!
The installation features stainless steel beams, measuring 20 feet in height, which provide a scale model version of the Twin Towers. The design in the steel frame includes “gaps” that echo the impact points of the jet planes during the terrorist attack. The gaps are designed to create a “rising cross,” which will be highlighted with yellow, orange and red stained glass.
The “rising cross” design element of the installation is meant to symbolize Christ’s great love and self-sacrifice for humanity. The cross, centered in the monument, reminds us that God was present in the midst of the crisis. It invites us to look carefully in order to see the everpresent God.
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The 9/11 Memorial monument of the Archdiocese of Newark’s Catholic Cemeteries is being built to remember those who lost their lives during the September 11, 2001 tragedy. In addition, the monument is meant to honor the many individuals who came to the aid of others in need, during and after the tragedy.
The 9/11 Memorial will first be shown at Holy Cross Cemetery in North Arlington, N.J., during a brief and simple unveiling at the cemetery’s annual Memorial Day Mass.
On Sept. 11, a full Mass will be celebrated at Holy Cross Cemetery, where first responders, survivors, dignitaries, government officials and fellow parishioners will gather to remember and pray for the fallen victims. During that ceremony, Newark Archbishop John Myers will officially bless the memorial, marking the 10-year anniversary of the 9/11 terrorist attacks.
Archdiocese of Newark - Catholic Cemeteries 9/11 Memorial Monument - Holy Cross Cemetery - 340 Ridge Road in North Arlington, New Jersey - Google Map - Catholic Cemeteries 9/11 Memorial Monument
Miles to Ground Zero: 11
A celebration of Aboriginal and Torres Straits Islanders art, life and culture at the National Gallery Singapore during Ever - Present : First Peoples Art of Australia exhibition
side view of former Carrie's Fashions factory,
my grandmother's place of employment for over 20 years.
Shenandoah, PA
Welcome to Mars it's open all hours.
What are we doing here?
After a few weeks of doing little, and only a couple of gigs in two years, we suddenly have two on consequtive nights, one in Canterbury and one in Deal.
And it was the last working day of the week. Friday. I was all caught up, and the apple of my boss' eye, by all acounts.
Friday night we would be going to Canterbury, meeting my friend Pete from work, having a meal, a pint, and then go to see Avant Garage band, Pere Ubu in concert, doing their take on the Canterbury Tales. In Canterbury.
But first, the working day.
It is reporting season in Denmark. Financial reporting season, so on Wednesday we had La Grande Fromage give his talk, and on Friday it was the turn of the COO, which went as well as expected. Much for us all to do in relation of quality. And apparently, yours truly is central to that, somehow.
Eeek.
After than is our departmental weekly social, with life returning to normal in Denmark and India too, though vaccinations are in short supply there.
But life goes on.
I have a few loose ends to tie up, including a question relating to my travel expenses. In short if my boss isn't satisfied with my explaination as to his decision to cancel the team meeting in December, then I will have my company credit card taken off me, which mean I couldn't travel any more.
Seems more like a carrot than the stick he thinks it is.
I have some very thin toast for breakfast and lunch.
And soon there is just an audit closing meeting to sit through. I try my hardest to concentrate. Honest I do.
And at half two, I am done for the week.
I was putting the computer away when Jools returns from Tesco having hunted and gathered on her way home. I make a coffee.
Other hot news was that I was halfway through making a last post-festve batch of mince pies.
Needing to allow them to cool down meant that we needed to wait half an hour before being able to take said pies out of the tin to eat. This meant a fresh brew was needed.
So it goes, so it goes.
By which time it was time to leave for Canterbury. The sun had set and it was getting dark, but having been a glorious day, the sky was a wonderful mox of blues and pinks as the sun sank lower over the horizon and dusk fell.
We parked near the castle, then walked through the back streets before cutting through to Westgate, over the river and through the gate itself to the West station where Pete's train would be arriving at half five.
We had been looking somewhere to eat on the way and had narrowed it down to about 30 or 40 restaurants.
Life can be hard.
We watch the trains cross the main road, and soon I spot Pete on the other side of the road, on his mobile, calling me. Which I hadn't heard.
Oi, oi saveloy! I shout, and he comes over.
As we walk back to the centre, we discuss where to eat, and in the end we agree on the Turkish place on the way to Westgate.
Pete and I have kebabs, not in a pita, but in a bowl and with herbs and spices. Classy, like.
We get a fre salad to share, and it is all rather mavelous.
Next up, was the need for a pint. I had spooted a micropub and brewhouse down on Stour Street, so we go there.
I have a half of their "nitro" porter, which came in at 9.6%.
Yes, you read that right.
It was good, but the sourness of the beer rreally smothered the vanilla flavour added in the mashing. A good attempt though.
It was twenty to eight, the gig started in 20 minutes, and we had to get out to the University.
We walk back to the car, then go round the inner ringroad, back past the station where we met Pete and up the hill.
Parking should have been easy, but the lot near the theatre was full, so we had to park at a place a ten minute walk away, then find our way back up, hoping we would find the car three hours later.
We go in and find our way past the main arena to where the gig was, entering as the support band were finsihing their set.
And now the ghost of Pere Ubu it was announced.
Pere Ubu lead singer and mastermind, Dave Thomas was wheeled on stage in a wheelchair. He has had a hard few years, two health crisis, he's lucky to be here. We're lucky he's here.
They do one song and the stage is cleared as the main act was set up.
Pere Ubu have been going since the mid-70s, and have had a large troupe of members passing through. Thomas is the only everpresent member, is the singer and main songwriter.
They come back on, and the rest of the ban get him on a stool, and the gig starts.
Some of the music could be described as "challenging", I was worried that Pete wouldn't like it, before Mnday he hadn't heard of them, but the musicianship on show was wonderful, especially the drummer who did some great work.
Behind the band a film, or clips of films from the 1950s were shown, tinted and damaged. Artistic, like.
Each song begain with an spoken word intro, before the band leapt in.
90 minutes rattled along, and soon it was all done.
We file out and walk back through the desserted campus to the car. We set Pete's postcode in the sat nav and we set off on a grand tour of Kent's back lanes en route for Thanet.
We drop him off in Dumpston, between Broadstairs and Margate, then we had to find our way through Broadstairs and Ramsgate back to the main road to Sandwich then to Dover and home.
We get back at ten past midnight.
Saturday.
The first days of Spring at Oracle House are very powerful for Taylan and Dante, their world had no clear blue skies, everything was covered by everpresent smoke and dust and fog. The clear cloudless blue skies over the house in the woods are almost too clear to be believed. The bright and warming sun up in the crystal clear sky are too beautiful for words.
This picture was taken for me by Katie
Taylan is a Luts Summer Event Head 2012 on a Delf Type 4 Body.
All knitting and crochet is by me :)
After 10 years in one university (as undergrad and grad student) I started teaching elsewhere. It takes some time to get used to a new place, all the buildings, the place, the views, the people -- everything is different, and the feeling of strangeness, everpresent. These feelings make me attuned to scenes such as this one. My initial intention was to capture the tower framed by the glass, but the two people chatting in the balcony made me use my (rather poor quality) phone camera not to lose the moment.
The installation features stainless steel beams, measuring 20 feet in height, which provide a scale model version of the Twin Towers. The design in the steel frame includes “gaps” that echo the impact points of the jet planes during the terrorist attack. The gaps are designed to create a “rising cross,” which will be highlighted with yellow, orange and red stained glass.
Bronna Butler: "the “rising cross” design element of the installation is meant to symbolize Christ’s great love and self-sacrifice for humanity. The cross, centered in the monument, reminds us that God was present in the midst of the crisis. It invites us to look carefully in order to see the everpresent God."
--------------
The 9/11 Memorial monument of the Archdiocese of Newark’s Catholic Cemeteries is being built to remember those who lost their lives during the September 11, 2001 tragedy. In addition, the monument is meant to honor the many individuals who came to the aid of others in need, during and after the tragedy.
The 9/11 Memorial will first be shown at Holy Cross Cemetery in North Arlington, N.J., during a brief and simple unveiling at the cemetery’s annual Memorial Day Mass.
On Sept. 11, a full Mass will be celebrated at Holy Cross Cemetery, where first responders, survivors, dignitaries, government officials and fellow parishioners will gather to remember and pray for the fallen victims. During that ceremony, Newark Archbishop John Myers will officially bless the memorial, marking the 10-year anniversary of the 9/11 terrorist attacks.
Archdiocese of Newark - Catholic Cemeteries 9/11 Memorial Monument - Holy Cross Cemetery - 340 Ridge Road in North Arlington, New Jersey - Google Map - Catholic Cemeteries 9/11 Memorial Monument
Miles to Ground Zero: 11
This is me with my Atari 1040ST, the stoic's Amiga. 40MB hard drive on the right, above the everpresent coke can. I took this computer to Oxford with me, and spent many hours locked in the computer room, downloading all I could from ftp servers mirroring US Atari archives on the JANET network.
I spent one long summer with it, trying to create a game in the evenings while working at Kiddlington dairy during the day. That game later became Civilisation II, no, actually, I never finished it. It was a good game!
What do these voices say? Come closer, stay away; come closer, stay away. There are trees growing high in the middle of the driveway, moss hanging low to the roof. There is no proof of life inside, but there's no clear promise of death. Told in a hollow creak, I'm all for speaking directly to the past. But I won't sing songs to spirits, won't drift between the ouija letters, won't say it in a séance. It's already everpresent, the ordinary paranormal, the heavy infusion of rhymeless reason. There's a soft and clashing clatter, the low hum of a world gone loose. Doors on hanging hinges, floorboards not nailed down. The settling bones of a home that does all its settling alone, save a few passing strangers that show love now and then. We remember someone and sometime lost, though we're still not sure what to make of our memories.
May 22, 2019
Queens County, Nova Scotia
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Minnesota's everpresent Scandinavian heritage is evident in this old ad on the historic Como-Harriet streetcar. It's impossible to imagine a mainstream advertisement for ludefisk (now more commonly spelled as "lutefisk") today.
Perhaps fifty years before this ad appeared, an equivalent ad for lutefisk in Minnesota would have actually been in Norwegian or Swedish and not English.
A celebration of Aboriginal and Torres Straits Islanders art, life and culture at the National Gallery Singapore during Ever - Present : First Peoples Art of Australia exhibition
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All these photos were taken from the back verandah of the train compartment. It was necessary to set the camera on a fast shutter speed to reduce the everpresent potential for foreground object blur. I quickly gave up on taking any photos from inside the cabin due to reflections and distortion due to curved glass.
Shooting from out on the back verandah had its problems also as the speed of the train meant one often had just seconds to see a photo opportunity and then compose a shot. Finding a clear view through rapidly approaching trees, power and phone poles and lines was indeed challenging.
If the British Columbia government wants to do something for tourism it should embark on a plan to tidy up the eyesores posed by the communications and power infrastructure along this entire route.
In shot selection, given the speeding train and the constancy of avoiding objects close to the tracks, I found it best to focus on long views, trying to keep foreground blur in the lower one third of of the frame or off to one side. I figured that the blur could be edited out later. This mostly did prove to be a good strategy.
A celebration of Aboriginal and Torres Straits Islanders art, life and culture at the National Gallery Singapore during Ever - Present : First Peoples Art of Australia exhibition
Welcome to Mars it's open all hours.
What are we doing here?
After a few weeks of doing little, and only a couple of gigs in two years, we suddenly have two on consequtive nights, one in Canterbury and one in Deal.
And it was the last working day of the week. Friday. I was all caught up, and the apple of my boss' eye, by all acounts.
Friday night we would be going to Canterbury, meeting my friend Pete from work, having a meal, a pint, and then go to see Avant Garage band, Pere Ubu in concert, doing their take on the Canterbury Tales. In Canterbury.
But first, the working day.
It is reporting season in Denmark. Financial reporting season, so on Wednesday we had La Grande Fromage give his talk, and on Friday it was the turn of the COO, which went as well as expected. Much for us all to do in relation of quality. And apparently, yours truly is central to that, somehow.
Eeek.
After than is our departmental weekly social, with life returning to normal in Denmark and India too, though vaccinations are in short supply there.
But life goes on.
I have a few loose ends to tie up, including a question relating to my travel expenses. In short if my boss isn't satisfied with my explaination as to his decision to cancel the team meeting in December, then I will have my company credit card taken off me, which mean I couldn't travel any more.
Seems more like a carrot than the stick he thinks it is.
I have some very thin toast for breakfast and lunch.
And soon there is just an audit closing meeting to sit through. I try my hardest to concentrate. Honest I do.
And at half two, I am done for the week.
I was putting the computer away when Jools returns from Tesco having hunted and gathered on her way home. I make a coffee.
Other hot news was that I was halfway through making a last post-festve batch of mince pies.
Needing to allow them to cool down meant that we needed to wait half an hour before being able to take said pies out of the tin to eat. This meant a fresh brew was needed.
So it goes, so it goes.
By which time it was time to leave for Canterbury. The sun had set and it was getting dark, but having been a glorious day, the sky was a wonderful mox of blues and pinks as the sun sank lower over the horizon and dusk fell.
We parked near the castle, then walked through the back streets before cutting through to Westgate, over the river and through the gate itself to the West station where Pete's train would be arriving at half five.
We had been looking somewhere to eat on the way and had narrowed it down to about 30 or 40 restaurants.
Life can be hard.
We watch the trains cross the main road, and soon I spot Pete on the other side of the road, on his mobile, calling me. Which I hadn't heard.
Oi, oi saveloy! I shout, and he comes over.
As we walk back to the centre, we discuss where to eat, and in the end we agree on the Turkish place on the way to Westgate.
Pete and I have kebabs, not in a pita, but in a bowl and with herbs and spices. Classy, like.
We get a fre salad to share, and it is all rather mavelous.
Next up, was the need for a pint. I had spooted a micropub and brewhouse down on Stour Street, so we go there.
I have a half of their "nitro" porter, which came in at 9.6%.
Yes, you read that right.
It was good, but the sourness of the beer rreally smothered the vanilla flavour added in the mashing. A good attempt though.
It was twenty to eight, the gig started in 20 minutes, and we had to get out to the University.
We walk back to the car, then go round the inner ringroad, back past the station where we met Pete and up the hill.
Parking should have been easy, but the lot near the theatre was full, so we had to park at a place a ten minute walk away, then find our way back up, hoping we would find the car three hours later.
We go in and find our way past the main arena to where the gig was, entering as the support band were finsihing their set.
And now the ghost of Pere Ubu it was announced.
Pere Ubu lead singer and mastermind, Dave Thomas was wheeled on stage in a wheelchair. He has had a hard few years, two health crisis, he's lucky to be here. We're lucky he's here.
They do one song and the stage is cleared as the main act was set up.
Pere Ubu have been going since the mid-70s, and have had a large troupe of members passing through. Thomas is the only everpresent member, is the singer and main songwriter.
They come back on, and the rest of the ban get him on a stool, and the gig starts.
Some of the music could be described as "challenging", I was worried that Pete wouldn't like it, before Mnday he hadn't heard of them, but the musicianship on show was wonderful, especially the drummer who did some great work.
Behind the band a film, or clips of films from the 1950s were shown, tinted and damaged. Artistic, like.
Each song begain with an spoken word intro, before the band leapt in.
90 minutes rattled along, and soon it was all done.
We file out and walk back through the desserted campus to the car. We set Pete's postcode in the sat nav and we set off on a grand tour of Kent's back lanes en route for Thanet.
We drop him off in Dumpston, between Broadstairs and Margate, then we had to find our way through Broadstairs and Ramsgate back to the main road to Sandwich then to Dover and home.
We get back at ten past midnight.
Saturday.
I headed to Bridlewood Wetlands for a few minutes after work. It appears that the grebes are gone but the everpresent mallards and coots provide lovely portraits. There was also the scaup and some female ruddy ducks.
These two Patagonian Sea Lions had battled their way to the prime real estate of the islet pinacle in the Beagle Channel. As they surveyed the scenery (or their domain) an imature Dolphin Gull hung overhead on the everpresent gusty gale.
After spending a week in the ice world of Antarctica I was appreciative of the green hills behind. This photo is looking northward towards Argentina, the other side of the channel is Chile.
The installation features stainless steel beams, measuring 20 feet in height, which provide a scale model version of the Twin Towers. The design in the steel frame includes “gaps” that echo the impact points of the jet planes during the terrorist attack. The gaps are designed to create a “rising cross,” which will be highlighted with yellow, orange and red stained glass.
Bronna Butler: "the “rising cross” design element of the installation is meant to symbolize Christ’s great love and self-sacrifice for humanity. The cross, centered in the monument, reminds us that God was present in the midst of the crisis. It invites us to look carefully in order to see the everpresent God."
--------------
The 9/11 Memorial monument of the Archdiocese of Newark’s Catholic Cemeteries is being built to remember those who lost their lives during the September 11, 2001 tragedy. In addition, the monument is meant to honor the many individuals who came to the aid of others in need, during and after the tragedy.
The 9/11 Memorial will first be shown at Holy Cross Cemetery in North Arlington, N.J., during a brief and simple unveiling at the cemetery’s annual Memorial Day Mass.
On Sept. 11, a full Mass will be celebrated at Holy Cross Cemetery, where first responders, survivors, dignitaries, government officials and fellow parishioners will gather to remember and pray for the fallen victims. During that ceremony, Newark Archbishop John Myers will officially bless the memorial, marking the 10-year anniversary of the 9/11 terrorist attacks.
Archdiocese of Newark - Catholic Cemeteries 9/11 Memorial Monument - Holy Cross Cemetery - 340 Ridge Road in North Arlington, New Jersey - Google Map - Catholic Cemeteries 9/11 Memorial Monument
Miles to Ground Zero: 11
the gifts we received at the baby shower they threw me at my work - plus gift cards. thanks everyone!
Consolation, original fantasy collage artwork by Kenneth Rougeau. Prints are up in my Etsy shop if anyone's interested.
A celebration of Aboriginal and Torres Straits Islanders art, life and culture at the National Gallery Singapore during Ever - Present : First Peoples Art of Australia exhibition.
It's a bitter wasteland, but I'm giving in, I can't begin to say how good it feels to be sunburnt and windswept for once. It's what I live for in the winter, to join in with the shiver and escape the tepid grey. The lonely homes seem that much more desperate in bare branch shadows, all that outward shine making up lightbulbs long gone dark. There's an odd fishlike face in the snowy rooftop, and he's watching me walk by. It makes me think how derelict homes are like crumbling catfish, they open wide and swallow me whole every time. I stand at the roadside like some kind of stunned supplicant, soft prayers in hard shadows. I could call these houses holy, like sad and sighing shrines. They're the everpresent answer to the question: "Why don't you give me a sign?"
8/31/16: A pair of UP EMDS bracket an NS D9 going through the everpresent trackwork at CPLG. on the IHB.
He is a Junior in college now (bearded jus like Dad, no less!). But for me he will forever remain the little boy with the everpresent smile. Shot taken May 1997 in Malden, MA.
My handsome mug, with my everpresent feathered tumor. (Kiwi, a lovely Red Lored Amazon)
(I was playing with my new Canon SX10is camera)
A celebration of Aboriginal and Torres Straits Islanders art, life and culture at the National Gallery Singapore during Ever - Present : First Peoples Art of Australia exhibition.
An everpresent danger to the Southeast United States is tropical hurricanes hitting the coastline. To try and avoid catastrophic death tolls, the USAF instituted early warning patrols in the Caribbean and Middle Atlantic soon after World War II. This unit, which became known as the Hurricane Hunters, was tasked with early detection of hurricanes, tracking them, and determining their strength—usually by flying into them, a dangerous task. Once inside, the Hurricane Hunter aircraft will use dropsondes, air-dropped sensors that radio back wind speeds, air pressure, and other factors in determining how powerful a hurricane is. This data is then relayed back to the National Hurricane Center in Miami, Florida, which can then more accurately gauge if a hurricane is indeed a hurricane (as opposed to a less dangerous tropical storm or depression), its path, and any evacuations that may be necessary.
The Hurricane Hunters (officially the 9th Weather Reconnaissance Wing; today the 53rd Weather Reconnaissance Squadron) have operated a variety of aircraft, including the WB-50 Superfortress and WB-47 Stratojet, but these were replaced by the WC-130B Hercules in 1962, which was brand-new and built to specification rather than converted. These were in turn replaced by WC-130Es and WC-130Hs in 1965 and 1973 respectively, with both versions replaced by the WC-130J in 2005. These aircraft were first used to track Hurricane Katrina; earlier WC-130s tracked every hurricane from 1962 to 2005.
This is an aircraft of the 53rd Weather Reconnaissance Squadron, based at Keesler AFB, Mississippi. These aircraft reflected their unique mission by being one of the few uncamouflaged C-130s in USAF service, wearing an overall light-gray scheme, with the unit’s distinctive “Weather” stripe on the tail. Modern WC-130Js are still painted like this.
'Borges Tiger' - Sketch for a reflection of the true nature of the everpresent power that is within us all, exsisting outside of time, within the eternal now, one eye to the past, one eye to the future, forever in the moment.
'..Let the mystery writ upon the jaguars die with me. He who has glimpsed the universe, he who has glimpsed the burning designs of the universe, can have no thought for a man, for a man’s trivial joys or calamities, though he himself be that man.' - Borges
The installation features stainless steel beams, measuring 20 feet in height, which provide a scale model version of the Twin Towers. The design in the steel frame includes “gaps” that echo the impact points of the jet planes during the terrorist attack. The gaps are designed to create a “rising cross,” which will be highlighted with yellow, orange and red stained glass.
The “rising cross” design element of the installation is meant to symbolize Christ’s great love and self-sacrifice for humanity. The cross, centered in the monument, reminds us that God was present in the midst of the crisis. It invites us to look carefully in order to see the everpresent God.
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The 9/11 Memorial monument of the Archdiocese of Newark’s Catholic Cemeteries is being built to remember those who lost their lives during the September 11, 2001 tragedy. In addition, the monument is meant to honor the many individuals who came to the aid of others in need, during and after the tragedy.
The 9/11 Memorial will first be shown at Holy Cross Cemetery in North Arlington, N.J., during a brief and simple unveiling at the cemetery’s annual Memorial Day Mass.
On Sept. 11, a full Mass will be celebrated at Holy Cross Cemetery, where first responders, survivors, dignitaries, government officials and fellow parishioners will gather to remember and pray for the fallen victims. During that ceremony, Newark Archbishop John Myers will officially bless the memorial, marking the 10-year anniversary of the 9/11 terrorist attacks.
Archdiocese of Newark - Catholic Cemeteries 9/11 Memorial Monument - Holy Cross Cemetery - 340 Ridge Road in North Arlington, New Jersey - Google Map - Catholic Cemeteries 9/11 Memorial Monument
Miles to Ground Zero: 11
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