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Its existence dates back to the late 15th century when the menacing pirate raids were incessant. In that era the Cycladic islands were under the rule of the Franks. The castle stood at the top of the settlement in order to serve as an observation point. It was very well fortified and there were remarkable residences inside, which belonged to the Venetian rulers.
December in the California desert is an awesome time if you can stand the extreme weather. It can be cold, windy and raining at the same time while taking photos.
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The
Earth
Lifts its glass to the sun
And light—light
Is poured.
A bird
Comes and sits on a crystal rim
And from my forest cave I
Hear singing,
So I run to the edge of existence
And join my soul in love.
I lift my heart to God
And grace is poured.
Hafiz
A Marbled White (Melanargia galathea.) and a Cuckoo bee (Bombus vestalis) sharing a Common Knapweed flower (Centaurea nigra). Bath Skyline walk, Claverton, BANES, England, UK.
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The port of Teignmouth, in existence since the 13th century, remains active, mostly handling clay, timber and grain.
The Old Quay was built in the mid-18th century on land leased from Lord Clifford. The opening of the Stover Canal by James Templer in 1792 provided a boost to the port due to the ease with which ball clay could be transported from the mines north of Newton Abbot. After travelling along the canal the barges continued down the estuary to the port. By 1820 this trade was supplemented by granite from the quarries near Haytor on Dartmoor carried via the unique granite-tracked Haytor Granite Tramway which was linked to the Stover Canal. The granite to build the new London Bridge came via this route and was sent from the New Quay, which had been built for this traffic in 1821–25 by George Templer, James's son.
The Old Quay was sold to George Hennet in 1850 and became the centre of his trading network. It was connected to the South Devon Railway the previous year.
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Eurasian Jay (Garrulus glandarius)
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THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO: MY LONG AND ARDUOUS JOURNEY TO BIRD PHOTOGRAPHY
If you've set yourself the challenge of exclusively shooting the wildlife in your own back yard, you might find - as I did - that bird photography is really, really hard.
It's not that reptiles are easy to photograph either, mind - but at least the ones in my garden stay (for the most part) on the ground, and one can learn how to carefully approach them with a camera. They're also clearly egoists, which from a photographer's point of view is is a great character trait: if a lizard detects a human in its vicinity, it's only interested in saving its own skin, and it won't alarm its buddies.
But birds... oh man. Over the years, my feathered friends and I have developed a lovely routine that now defines our peaceful co-existence. As soon as I as much as open a window (let alone the door), I'm instantly greeted by an eruption of panicky fluttering and hysterical shouts from my garden: "SAVE YOUR WOMEN AND CHILDREN AND FLY FOR YOUR LIVES: THE HAIRLESS, PINK MONSTER IS COMING!!! (Yes, I speak bird, and I know that this is exactly what they are shouting 😉).
Needless to say, with the exception of the redstart I already showed here, all my efforts to get the kind of detailed shots I usually strive for with my nature photography ended in complete failure and utter disillusionment. I was ready to give up on stalking the winged misanthropes in my garden altogether, but then winter came - and changed everything.
One day this past January I observed my neighbor Signora P - a kind, elderly Italian lady - putting something on the low garden wall in front of my house. At first I thought she was just putting some treat there for her cat Romeo; the young tom patrols that wall constantly (it's his favorite spot in the garden, and during the warmer months he usually lurks in the thick foliage next to it to prey on lizards).
But once I detected a lot of movement on that wall through my window, I understood she had put a little pile of bread crumbs there; she was feeding the birds who soon arrived in flocks. This was certainly well-intended on my neighbor's part, but her noble action came with a catch, and I'm afraid quite literally.
When I took a stroll through my garden the next day I discovered a suspicious amount of feathers on the ground next to the wall. Romeo had apparently switched from his low-calorie summer diet (lizard) to more energy-rich meals consisting of "fowl" (it was winter after all, so from a nutritionist's point of view this made sense).
I would find fresh traces of Romeo's victims (mostly feathers, but also the odd wing) in my garden over the following days; so my first intuition that my neighbor was feeding her cat hadn't been that far off after all, as Romeo was now clearly being "served" fresh birds on a daily basis. And although the hungry visitors seemed to be aware of the danger and became slightly more prudent, they just couldn't resist the tasty snacks Signora P put on that wall - and neither could Romeo.
It was obvious that I had to act, but talking to my neighbor - who is as stubborn as she is kind - would have been futile, I knew that much. I pondered the matter long and hard - until a light bulb went off in my head. The idea was genius. If successful, what I had in mind would not only increase the birds' chances of surviving Romeo's appetite, but also greatly benefit my own photographic endeavors.
I started to enact my master plan the very next day by buying a giant bag of bird feed (consisting mainly of sunflower seeds) from the store. Then I dragged a huge piece of a tree trunk (approx. 120 cm in height) that we normally chop firewood on from the shed out into the garden and emptied almost half of the bag's content on top of it. Signora P's buffet for birds (and cats) was about to get some serious competition 😊.
My reasoning was as follows: not only would the birds be lured away from the fatally low garden wall to a place where they were safe from the cat - there was nothing around that tree trunk that provided cover for a predator, and the birds had a nice 360° view around it at all times - but I was also able to photograph them while hiding in the shed.
However, in order for my plan to work there was one little extra measure I had to take, and it was one that risked lowering my own life expectancy considerably once the owner of the property - my mom - discovered it. You see, our shed is completely windowless, so if I wanted to use it as a blind, I had no choice but to cut a hole into one of its wooden walls... which I promptly did (I figured all's fair in love - and photography 😉).
Granted, I have absolutely zero carpentering skills, and it showed. That hole was an ugly mess: the shed's wall seemed to have had an encounter with Jack Nicholson's ax-wielding lunatic character from the film 'The Shining'. Needless to say, I was incredibly proud of my work (I mean, come on: there now was a hole where before there wasn't a hole, and it was big enough for the lens of my camera to peek through, so it was mission accomplished as far as I was concerned).
Now all I had to do was wait for the birds to discover the tree trunk. In the meantime I started to mentally prepare myself for the inevitable confrontation with my mom and go through possible explanations for that splintering hole in the wall (it was either gonna be a rabid woodpecker attack or an emergency rescue mission with a feeding tube for a little kid that had accidentally locked himself inside the shed - both seemed valid options, though I slightly preferred the locked-in kid due to the involved drama and heroism 😉).
A whole day went by, and not a single bird visited the sunflower seeds. I had expected that it might take a few hours until the first of the ever curious great tits or blue tits would show up, but given how tiny my garden is, an entire day seemed excessive. Then another day came and went: the birds kept flocking to the bread crumbs on the wall, and my tree trunk kept collecting dust. To add injury to insult, a few fresh feathers on the ground were proof that Romeo was still feasting.
It was incredibly frustrating: I provided my winged guests with a much better view - plus a higher chance of surviving the cuisine - than Signora P's place; I risked (almost) certain death at the hands of my own mother (OK, the act of vandalism on the shed I had committed for my own benefit, but still), yet the birds kept ignoring me.
Then, after three days, just before sunset, I spotted a single blue tit on the tree trunk picking away at the sunflower seeds.
When I got up the next morning I immediately realized that the loud noise that accompanies each and every tit activity had shifted from the wall to the shed. At last the dam had broken: there was a flurry of movement around the tree trunk, and I counted at least 5 different species of birds feasting on the sunflower seeds.
From day 4 onward my plan worked beautifully: the birds now indeed mostly ignored Romeo's "snack wall" and kept to the tree trunk. And yes, I was able to play peeping tom from behind the shed's wall and photograph them!! 😊
Thus, dear readers, I finally managed to produce some acceptable bird photos, and I had even saved my feathered friends from a deadly foe in the process. All through winter and spring I took advantage of my new bird hide, and in late May I started mixing some cherries with the sunflower seeds. The idea was to attract a Eurasian jay (Garrulus glandarius), and as you can see, it worked!
It took me almost three weeks and more than a few tricks to capture that clever fella, but given how long I've been rambling here already, that's a story for another day. As for my mom, she still doesn't know about the hole in the wall, so please don't snitch! 😉.
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For the year 1225 the existence of a castle in Westerwinkel is documented. A defiant water system must have existed there, protected by a double system of ditches with ramparts, which - witnessed during the Thirty Years' War - were so high that they almost completely obscured the lower row of windows . However, a fortification must have existed at this location earlier. Thus it is evidenced, for example, that Count Arnold von Altena -Isenberg, who was also allowed to bear the title of Count von Hövel , was owned by a fortification in the area of Westerwinkel around 1190. Westerwinkel belonged to the county of Werl until around the year 1000 and then, depending on which of the two theories one follows (see the contribution of Count von Hövel ), either to the counts of Arnsberg or directly to the counts of Hövel. After the division of the estate (from Werl or Arnsberg) Westerwinkel was either around 1003 or after 1124 an integral part of the county Hövel .
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Into the motion of life. The never stopping wheel of destiny and fate. Sometimes not such a linear path. Yet the freedoms we need for love and peace.
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She always loved libraries. The smell of books bringing back memories of so many adventures and meeting new friends.
Her trip today was no exception. She was lost in a story, but when she looked up, she smiled as she realized the story had found her.
"Well now..." she said softly. "Will you show me where the adventure takes us from here?"
The creature beside her stopped gazing around and gave a happy grunt as he looked at her expectantly.
"I am happy to meet you too." she replied with a grin. "Lead the way! I shall follow close behind..."
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In the stream of illusory existence,
my Soul paves the way.
It flies to the silent call of the abyss,
Among the darkness of unknown worlds.
It is carried by the fearless Spirit of freedom,
The crystal light of divine nature,
And the power of the one Creator.
In the radiance of the abyss, without beginning or end,
A shadow steps on the edge of a sword.
And wings stretch upward.
A candle burns.
And the flame of life is the fiery source.
The Silent Infinity Stream.....
Our Archangel came down to us,
From the holy, holy heavens.
With a cross, a sword appeared,
The main warrior and fighter.
Mikhail protects us,
From invisible enemies.
All on the road escorted,
With a holy cross in his hand.
Let the prayers of Mikhail,
Reach the heavens.
The main warrior at the Throne,
Where our Holy Father.
You about us holy Archangel,
Pray before the Creator.
And give hope to your heart,
To all who will be with Christ.
The main battle will begin,
In the holy land everywhere.
All the ranks of angels,
With Michael at the head.
Against the evil and dark forces,
They will go against the Antichrist.
The battle will be bloody and terrifying,
The enemies will fall from the swords.
Christ himself is coming to earth,
And the war will come to an end.
There will be joy and merriment,
Paradise will appear in the soul!
And the light of heaven will flow,
Over the earth from all the corners.
The glory of God will shine,
And love will multiply!
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One of the most relaxing things for me it's to be on a big beach with no one else. Just the sound of the waves...
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A year ago, no load-bearing ice at all that winter... ~sigh~ but an early spring with backlash and snowfall the day after this picture was taken.
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Per ricordarci che nulla è scontato, che anche le piccole, trascurabili cose hanno il loro posto e la loro funzione nel complesso meccanismo dell'esistenza.
To remember taking nothing for granted and realize that even minor, little things have their place and importance in the existence fragile balance.
Apr 11, 2009 # 4
Still older fossils document the genus since the Late Oligocene onwards. The genus seems to have originated in the Southern Hemisphere, in the general region of Australia. By the Pliocene, it was probably distributed worldwide:
Gallinula sp. (Early Pliocene of Hungary and Germany)
Gallinula kansarum (Late Pliocene of Kansas, USA)
Gallinula balcanica (Late Pliocene of Varshets, Bulgaria).
Gallinula gigantea (Early Pleistocene of Czech Republic and Israel)
The ancient "Gallinula" disneyi (Late Oligocene—Early Miocene of Riversleigh, Australia) has been separated as genus Australlus.
Even among non-Passeriformes, this genus has a long documented existence. Consequently, some unassigned fragmentary rail fossils might also be from moor- or native-hens. For example, specimen QM F30696, a left distal tibiotarsus piece from the Oligo-Miocene boundary at Riversleigh, is similar to but than and differs in details from "G." disneyi. It cannot be said if this bird—if a distinct species—was flightless. From size alone, it might have been an ancestor of G. mortierii (see also below).
In addition to paleosubspecies of Gallinula chloropus, the doubtfully distinct Late Pliocene to Pleistocene Gallinula mortierii reperta was described, referring to the population of the Tasmanian native-hen that once inhabited mainland Australia and became extinct at the end of the last ice age.[6] It may be that apart from climate change it was driven to extinction by the introduction of the dingo, which as opposed to the marsupial predators hunted during the day, but this would require a survival of mainland Gallinula mortierii to as late as about 1500 BC.
"G." disneyi was yet another flightless native-hen, indicative of that group's rather basal position among moorhens. Its time and place of occurrence suggest it as an ancestor of G. mortierii (reperta), from which it differed mostly in its much smaller size. However, some limb bone proportions are also strikingly different, and in any case such a scenario would require a flightless bird to change but little during some 20 million years in an environment rich in predators. As the fossils of G. disneyi as well as the rich recent and subfossil material of G. mortierii shows no evidence of such a change at all, "G." disneyi more probably represents a case of parallel evolution at an earlier date, as signified by its placement in Australlus.