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Lago Panguipulli su nombre proviene de "Pangui" (puma), y "Pulli" (cerro), ambas palabras del Mapudungun, que significarían "cerro del Puma". Se ubica en la provincia de Valdivia en la Región de lo Rios. Tiene una extensión de aproximadamente 30 kms de largo con una superficie de 116 km2.
Esta zona cubierta de extensos bosques de Selva Valdiviana rodeada de naturaleza exuberante con bellos paisajes montañosos es parte de una gran cuenca hidrográfica binacional común que se extiende desde Valdivia (Chile) hasta San Martin de los Andes (Argentina) reuniendo 9 lagos: Lácar y Nonthue, en Argentina; Pirehueico, Neltume, Calafquén, Pullinque, Panguipulli y Riñihue en Chile. Por esta razón algunos autores ubican tambien esta área como parte de la Patagonia Chilena o como North Patagonia por estar al norte del Seno de Reloncavi que era el limite tradicional.
Asi el Lago Panguipulli es la puerta de entrada a una zona dotada de multiples atracciones naturales cuyo enorme potencial cambio la tradicional actividad economica de explotación de bosque nativo por el Turismo. Desde aqui se accede a la Reserva Biológica Huilo Huilo, al famoso Cruce de la Selva Patagonica via Lago Pirihueico, al Volcan Mocho-Choschuenco y a diferentes Parques y Reservas Nacionales.
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Panguipulli its name comes from "Pangui" (puma), and "Pulli" (hill), both Mapudungun words that mean "hill of the Puma". It is located in Valdivia Province in the Region of Rivers. It has about 30 kms long with an area of 116 km2.
This area covered of vast Valdivian rainforest surrounded by lush nature with beautiful mountain scenery is part of a large common binational watershed that stretches from Valdivia (Chile) to San Martin de los Andes (Argentina) meeting 9 lakes: Lácar and Nonthue in Argentina, Pirehueico Neltume Calafquén Pullinque Panguipulli and Riñihue in Chile. For this reason some authors also placed the area as part of Chilean Patagonia or North Patagonia because of north Reloncavi Sound which was the traditional limit.
So Panguipulli Lake is the gateway to an area which multiple natural attractions whose enormous potential change traditional economic activity of native forest exploitation by tourism. From here you can access Huilo Huilo Biological Reserve, the famous crossing of the Patagonian Jungle via Lake Pirihueico, Volcano Mocho-Choschuenco and different National Parks and Reserves.
The Santomera dam was designed and built with the main purpose of its serving as a defence for the Vega Baja del Segura against the disastrous floodings of the Santomera and Abanilla wadis.
The Project for the dam formed part of the “Project for the retention and exploitation of floodwaters of the Ramblas de Santomera and Abanilla, by means of the Santomera reservoir and as flood protection of the Vega Baja del Segura”, which was drawn up by the Confederación Hidrográfica del Segura in August 1950.
General view of Santomera reservoir
Due to the characteristics of the materials of the foundations and the abutments (especially the left bank abutment), important seepage occurred, although it was decided not to tackle this problem on account of the exclusive use of the reservoir for the purpose of flood abatement.
Later, in 1986, and regarding the possibility of using the reservoir to store waters from the Tagus-Segura Distribution Canals, the “Impermeabilization of the left embankment of the Santomera reservoir (05/86)” was drawn up, and injections and surface treatments were carried out from the existing inspection gallery.
These works were carried out, although seepage continued (but to a lesser extent following the treatments carried out) until nearby quarrying was ceased, since its explosions had been causing vibrations which were incompatible with the sealing of the left bank of the massif. Once the explosions ceased, seepage gradually decreased and finally disappeared completely..
Nevertheless, today the reservoir cannot be used as a regulating reservoir of the Distribution Canals on account of the high salinity of the waters proceeding from Rambla Salada which are stored in the reservoir.
This environmental conditioning means that the reservoir cannot be used for irrigation purposes, being used exclusively for flood abatement.
Santomera dam, made of mass concrete with a straight ground plan, has only one characteristic cross section. It comprises 14 blocks separated by concertina expansion joints every 15.00 m. Its total length at the crest is 205.79 m, with a width of 4.00 m on the latter. The total height is 51.50 m above its foundations.The total volume of cement used for the main dam was 103,212.463 m³ and 25,583.369 m³ for the stilling basin.
The crest of the dam is situated at a height of 101.50 and it has a 3.00 metre wide road which is protected by concrete paving. Two pavements 0.50 metres wide run along both sides of the road. Both upstream and downstream, the crest is protected on both sides by concrete parapet walls which are 40 cm high and 54 cm wide, on which railings have been installed, made of 100 mm diameter metal tubes.The lowest level of the foundations is 50.00 m, with the bed at this point situated at 64.50 m. The average thickness of the foundations is therefore 14.50m.
The body of the dam houses a network of inspection and drainage galleries, on two levels, with their corresponding communicating stairways.
Exploitant : Transdev TVO
Réseau : R'Bus (Argenteuil)
Ligne : 7
Lieu : Île-de-France (Argenteuil, F-95)
Lien TC Infos : tc-infos.fr/vehicule/35158
From Anthropocentrism to Ecocentrism Animist - Indigenous Resistance and Global Sustainability
From Anthropocentrism to Animist Ecocentrism - Indigenous Resistance and Global Sustainability
The Impact of Eurocentrism and Modernity on the Suppression of Ancestral Knowledge
Historically, the dynamics of contact between Europe and non-European civilizations were marked by the systematic subjugation of the ancestral knowledge of indigenous peoples. Under the aegis of political and scientific structures formed by colonialism, the premise of racial supremacy, and imperative acculturation, slave exploitation and the dynamics of compulsory religious conversion were legitimized. This colonial paradigm enabled a predatory exploitation of resources, devoid of any safeguards of an ecological, social, cultural, or ethical nature.
In this context, the cultural, epistemic, and spiritual manifestations of these communities were frequently marginalized, stigmatized, or integrated into logics of exoticization. Until the 18th century, these expressions were part of the so-called "cabinets of curiosities" of the aristocratic and bourgeois elite—eclectic spaces that amalgamated art, science, historiography, and exotic artifacts, often decontextualized or manufactured. Simultaneously, the dogmatic imposition of Eurocentrism and campaigns of forced conversion criminalized animistic worldviews and systems of intergenerational transmission of knowledge, whose fundamental matrix was rooted in the homeostatic and spiritual balance between human beings and ecosystems.
Subsequently, the advent of the Industrial Revolution, the development of scientific positivism, and, contemporaneously, the processes of digitization and algorithmization of the biosphere deepened the relational rift between humanity and the natural world. This historical trajectory resulted in the delegitimization of ancestral cosmological traditions and the decline of the role of shamans, once fundamental mediators in the interface between ecosystems and community organization.
From Anthropocentrism to Ecocentrism - The Role of Indigenous Communities in Redefining the Natural Balance
The convergence of the global climate crisis, the anthropogenic degradation of strategic ecosystems—notably the Amazon basin—and the political and cultural resistance of indigenous peoples has driven a critical review of civilizational paradigms. This scenario, epistemologically supported by the biosciences, deep ecology, contemporary anthropology, and philosophies critical of Cartesian dualism, places anthropocentrism at the center of the diagnosis of ecological collapse. In response to the unprecedented loss of biodiversity, the need for a paradigm shift towards ecocentrism emerges. Therefore, the ancestral knowledge and ethics of environmental care of indigenous communities move from the periphery of the debate to the core of global resilience strategies. These knowledge systems represent, at present, structural and transversal tools for mitigating a socio-ecological collapse on a planetary scale.
Faced with the accelerated extinction of species and the collapse of entire ecosystems, humanity is seeking new approaches in native cultures and their historical ethic of respect for nature. More than a moral concession, this ancestral knowledge is now validated as an essential guide for the structural transformation necessary for global sustainability.
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Do Antropocentrismo ao Ecocentrismo Animista - Resistência Indígena e Sustentabilidade Global
O Impacto do Eurocentrismo e da Modernidade na Supressão dos Saberes Ancestrais
Historicamente, as dinâmicas de contacto entre a Europa e as civilizações extra-europeias pautaram-se pela subalternização sistemática dos saberes ancestrais dos povos originários. Sob a égide de estruturas políticas e científicas formadas pelo colonialismo, pela premissa da supremacia racial e pela aculturação imperativa, legitimaram-se a exploração esclavagista e as dinâmicas de conversão religiosa compulsória. Este paradigma colonial viabilizou uma exploração predatória de recursos, destituída de quaisquer salvaguardas de natureza ecológica, social, cultural ou ética.
Neste contexto, as manifestações culturais, epistémicas e espirituais destas comunidades foram frequentemente marginalizadas, estigmatizadas ou integradas em lógicas de exotização. Até ao século XVIII, estas expressões integraram os designados "gabinetes de curiosidades" da elite aristocrática e burguesa — espaços de pendor eclético que amalgamavam arte, ciência, historiografia e artefactos exóticos, frequentemente descontextualizados ou manufaturados. Simultaneamente, a imposição dogmática do Eurocentrismo e as campanhas de conversão forçada criminalizaram as mundividências animistas e os sistemas de transmissão intergeracional de conhecimento, cuja matriz fundamental radicava no equilíbrio homeostático e espiritual entre o ser humano e os ecossistemas.
Subsequentemente, o advento da Revolução Industrial, o desenvolvimento do positivismo científico e, contemporaneamente, os processos de digitalização e algoritmização da biosfera aprofundaram a rutura relacional entre a humanidade e o mundo natural. Este percurso histórico resultou na deslegitimação das tradições cosmológicas ancestrais e no declínio do papel dos xamãs, outrora mediadores fundamentais na interface entre os ecossistemas e a organização comunitária.
Do Antropocentrismo ao Ecocentrismo - O Papel das Comunidades Originárias na Redefinição do Equilíbrio Natural
A convergência entre a crise climática global, a degradação antropogénica de ecossistemas estratégicos — nomeadamente a bacia amazónica — e a resistência política e cultural dos povos originários impulsionou uma revisão crítica dos paradigmas civilizacionais. Este cenário, sustentado epistemologicamente pelas biociências, pela ecologia profunda, pela antropologia contemporânea e por filosofias críticas do dualismo cartesiano, recoloca o antropocentrismo no centro do diagnóstico do colapso ecológico. Em resposta à perda sem precedentes de biodiversidade, emerge a necessidade de uma rutura de paradigma em direção ao ecocentrismo. Por conseguinte, os saberes e as éticas de cuidado ambiental ancestrais das comunidades indígenas transitam da periferia do debate para o cerne das estratégias globais de resiliência. Estes sistemas de conhecimento representam, na atualidade, ferramentas estruturais e transversais para a mitigação de um colapso socioecológico de escala planetária.
Diante da extinção acelerada de espécies e do colapso de ecossistemas inteiros, a humanidade procura novas abordagens nas culturas nativas e na sua histórica ética de respeito pela natureza. Mais do que uma concessão moral, este saber ancestral é hoje validado como uma orientação essencial para a transformação estrutural necessária à sustentabilidade global.
Ville: Carros
Réseau: Lignes d'Azur
Exploitant: Transdev Alpes Maritimes
Numéro de parc: 110807
Ligne: 22 Carros Pagnol - CADAM Centre Administratif
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The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveler hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveler to the shore.
And the tide rises, the tide falls
by henry Longfellow Thank you Andrew
For 60,000 years or more Aboriginal groups camped under the large rock overhangs at Ubirr and exploited the abundant food resources of the nearby East Alligator River and Nadab floodplain. Many of these foods are depicted in the rock art of the Main Gallery located in the largest of the overhangs. Here we see a wallaby, a turtle, a water bird and several barramundi. The latter are typically about a metre in length and were a major food source. They are depicted here in the traditional x-ray style that is common in the Aboriginal art of the Kakadu and Arnhem Land regions of Australia’s ‘Top End’.
These particular paintings probably date from the last 500 years or so prior to European contact. The ‘white fella’ shown wearing a shirt, boots and with his hands in his trouser pockets, was probably an early buffalo hunter painted in the 1880s.
In passing it should be noted that other rock paintings at Ubirr are estimated to be at least 20,000 years old.
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Croscat, La Garrotxa, Girona, España.
El Croscat es un volcán de estromboliano que se encuentra en el noroeste del municipio de Santa Pau, en la comarca de La Garrotxa en Girona, comunidad autónoma de Cataluña, en España. Forma parte del Parque Natural de la Zona Volcánica de la Garrotxa.
El Croscat es el volcán más joven de la zona volcánica de la Garrotxa. Tuvo dos erupciones, la primera y mayor hace 17 000 años, y la segunda hace 11 500 años. La emisión de lavas fluidas y una serie de explosiones de moderada violencia dieron lugar a un cráter en forma de herradura de unos 160 m de altura y un máximo 600 m de largo por 350 m de anchura. En la zona más alta del cráter se hallan los restos de una antigua torre de defensa, que ahora es una torre de comunicaciones.
La colada de lava y el cráter tienen una extensión de unos 20 km2. En la colada de lava se asienta el hayedo de Jordá o Fageda d'en Jordà, su nombre en catalán.
Durante 25 años estuvo dedicado a la explotación de gredas, para la producción de ladrillos y pistas de tenis. Las extracciones del Croscat fueron la principal causa de las movilizaciones populares que hicieron que el Parlamento de Cataluña, en 1982, aprobase la creación del Parque Natural de la Zona Volcánica de la Garrotxa. No obstante, hasta 1991 no se pudieron parar las extracciones, cuando la Generalidad de Cataluña compró la empresa explotadora. Posteriormente, la misma Generalidad expropió los terrenos de la Reserva Natural y procedió a su restauración.
La extracción de gredas o lapilli dio lugar a un impresionante tajo en la parte posterior del cráter, la más alta, de más de 100 m de altura y 500 m de longitud, que se ha convertido en una atracción turística. Las capas más oscuras son las originales de la lava, pero debido a la oxidación, se han formado una serie de capas de colores rojizos y anaranjados muy llamativos.
Fue el último volcán de la Península en entrar en erupción.
Croscat is a strombolian volcano that is located in the northwest of the municipality of Santa Pau, in the region of La Garrotxa in Gerona, autonomous community of Catalonia, in Spain. It is part of the Garrotxa Volcanic Zone Natural Park.
Croscat is the youngest volcano in the Garrotxa volcanic area. It had two eruptions, the first and largest 17,000 years ago, and the second 11,500 years ago. The emission of fluid lava and a series of explosions of moderate violence gave rise to a horseshoe-shaped crater about 160 m high and a maximum of 600 m long by 350 m wide. In the highest part of the crater are the remains of an old defense tower, which is now a communications tower.
The lava flow and the crater have an extension of about 20 km2. The beech forest of Jordá or Fageda d'en Jordà, its name in Catalan, sits in the lava flow.
For 25 years he was dedicated to the exploitation of clay, for the production of bricks and tennis courts. The Croscat extractions were the main cause of the popular mobilizations that made the Parliament of Catalonia, in 1982, approve the creation of the Garrotxa Volcanic Zone Natural Park. However, until 1991 the extractions could not be stopped, when the Generalitat of Catalonia bought the operating company. Subsequently, the Generalitat itself expropriated the grounds of the Nature Reserve and proceeded with its restoration.
The extraction of clay or lapilli gave rise to an impressive cut at the back of the crater, the tallest, over 100 m high and 500 m long, which has become a tourist attraction. The darker layers are the original layers of lava, but due to oxidation, a series of very striking reddish and orange colors have been formed.
It was the last volcano on the Peninsula to erupt.
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Exploitant : Cars Lacroix
Réseau : ValParisis
Ligne : 30-05
Lieu : La Plaine (Cormeilles-en-Parisis, F-95)
Lien TC Infos : tc-infos.fr/vehicule/25134
We appreciate the courtesy of Chatwick University Archives for letting us use the journals in our research, and for permission to use parts for the genesis of “Dare’s Game”.
Dare’s Game
Beth, eagerly looking for Dare, walked straight into Seth’s cunning snare…..
Suffix, circa 1910?. It was during this time a fanciful young lady, whom we will call Beth, started a journal which she would faithfully keep over the course of almost 50 years. She led quite an adventuresome life for a lady of that time, and her journals were filled with many tales and observations of her exploits. The following story is derived from events that she penned down in the early years in her journal.
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Beth had known Dare since their childhood. Dare was a handsome free spirited youth only two years her senior, who lived for the games his life had to offer. As his cherished nickname inferred, Dare was always trying to find the thrill out of anything he could think up, relishing to go beyond the pale in anything he attempted. Dare always a little different, harboring feelings and ideas way beyond his years, almost as if he had lived a previous life and retained something from it in his being.
Beth would remember times playing dress up with Dare’s sister Diana in some old gowns of their mothers. It was always then that Dare and his friends seemed to appear and talk them into playing hide n seek, tag or cops n robbers. Dare seemed to take pleasure in cajoling the girls into playing with them in this manner. Eyeing them as they played with a far off look that suggested the game they were playing had more meaning to him than he could ever venture to say. It was hard for Beth to explain it, but she did find it pleasurable (almost erotic using a word whose term she would learn much later) to be observed by him in this way.
One warm fall day Diana and Beth headed down to an old shack located near some railroad tracks at the back of a cornfield. Diana was dressed in a long satin play gown with her mother’s jewelry, which Dare had called rhinestones. Beth, herself dressed in a long flowing dress, loved the way Diana’s jewels twinkled and sparkled as she walked. They were going to pretend the shack was a ballroom and they were one their way to a fancy dance, like Beth’s and Diana’s parents had recently attended. Diana wasn’t supposed to be wearing her mother’s jewelry outside the house, but as a result of Dare’s teasing, had done so anyway.
They had reached the shack, an old white brick building with a wooden roof half fallen in, when a man’s voice suddenly said behind them, what are you two ladies up to? Turning they were confronted by a happily sneering drifter. The grubby man looked around, alone is we, and advanced towards them. The two girls stood petrified, he reached out and probed Diana along her side, pretty dress missy, he said, sparsely toothed mouth grinning like a pumpkin. He suddenly reached up and tore the necklace away from Diana’s throat, sending her falling backwards. Beth screamed bloody murder, as the vagrant turned heel, running off towards the tracks. Suddenly Dare appeared, and Beth, meaning to yell for help, exclaimed instead “help honey” to Dare. Dares eyes took on a very different look, almost of a burning yearning. Beth told him what had happened and he took off down towards the tracks in hot pursuit. For Beth, the look he had given her and the way he had dashed off excited her beyond measure. Even for someone that young, Beth now knew what Dare meant to her. From then on, playing games with Dare took on a heightened meaning for Beth.
But, nothing really changed in their relationship until Beth’s sophomore year of high school. Beth was sixteen at the time, a whimsical being, passionate, innocent, not particularly attractive, but radiating with a love of life. A living free spirit, developing into a very sexual being by the time her and Diana decided to attend their schools prom in their sophomore year. Beth dressed in a fuchsia coloured satin dress with dangling rhinestone earrings that had been” borrowed” from Diana’s Mother, the same ones Diana had been wearing when they had run into the drifter at the shack. Diana slipped into the slinky blue spaghetti strap gown and matching cover-all that she had worn as her cousin’s bridesmaid. She was wearing sapphire costume jewels patterned after the hope diamond. Their parents had given them a hard time when they saw their made up girls in their gowns and finery , admonishing them for looking way too mature. They smiled, consoling their parents fears, and went off on their adventure.
Their eyes were dazzled by the display of lights, the cheerfully student filled room, the band. They had stopped and were letting it all sink in, when Beth felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned and came face to face with Dare, who once again had the same yearning fire in his eyes as on that fateful day at the old shack. A veil was lifted from between the two, and Beth spent the whole evening encompassed in Dare’s arms. Soon after that the two had begun seeing much more of one another. Their relationship was still going strong eight years later.
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8 Years Later
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Come on Dare, let’s go to the Riverside, it will be fun she urged. She had been trying to get her fiancé’ to take her to the exclusive five star resorts for some time. And now she had a free overnight room card she had won at work! Dare looked into Beth’s wide, hope filled eyes, knowing her passion for attending these types of affairs. Ever hopeful she would see someone rich. Dare knew how to use this to his advantage. Finally he buckled, all right, only if we play the game afterwards he bargained. She squirmed inwardly with passion, nodding her agreement. Beth found the game exciting, though she would never let on to Dare. And, you must wear the gold bridesmaid gown and jewels you wore to your friend’s wedding last week , he added, a wistful smile lighting up his thin face.. Okay she agreed, trying to sound reluctant, but truthfully feeling multiple tingles of delight.
Dare was handsome, in a scrawny, thin bearded, sort of way ( From an old photo that survives he resembled a young Johnny Depp… the eds), with a witty writers imagination and a playful disposition. He could always make Beth laugh, feeling his excitement as he drew her into his stories and games. She would never admit to it, but found the game delightfully erogenous. She smiled to herself, so Dare had liked the satin gown after all, he had not shown any interest in her wearing it since the wedding. And the jewelry, the small rhinestone pendent and earrings had been pretty, but Beth soon came up with another idea. She would knock his socks off by wearing the glittering diamonds and emeralds that had been inherited from her grandmother. The set had laid collecting dust in a safety deposit box all these years, unworn. She had never told Dare about them, waiting for the perfect occasion. She could just imagine the look in his eyes when he saw her wearing them. Okay then, game on, Beth thought, wickedly sending shivers up and down her spine.
Dare’s Game was based on role playing:
Dare would give Beth money to purchase a new outfit, something rich and shiny, like silk or satin. With the new outfit, Beth would wear the good gold jewelry she had received from Dare on her birthdays. The idea was to acting like a bored rich girl out for a good time, alone and vulnerable.
Dare would be at the hotel bar, waiting for Beth to make her entrance, then make her acquaintance , playing a debonair, suited gentleman with a mysterious past and a hidden agenda. They would make a date later, usually to dance and have drinks.
Then that evening, she would go down to the bar. Dressed in one of the long gowns Dare favored, fitting in with the usual spillover from a wedding reception that had been held in one of the Ballrooms. Sometimes she would wear the rhinestone jewelry they had purchased together at various antique stores. Then Beth would wait for Dare to make his entrance, signaling the time for Dare’s game. He would assume one of several roles, or possibly a new one that Beth had never seen. In the past Dare had played:
A spy who would dance with Beth, then disappear. Sending a note to Beth via a third person that would have her meet him clandestinely in a remote location…
A highwayman who would come across Beth on the castle grounds , usually the resorts empty gardens at night….
A rich millionaire looking for romance…
A kidnapper hired by an evil uncle, who after tying up Beth and removing her valuables would have a change of heart….
A Jewel thief who would be cunningly after her valuables…
A handsome prince rescuing Beth’s damsel in distress ….
Or Dare’s favorite, centered on their old childhood game of cops and robbers. Dare would play the thief, and steal something from Beth, usually while dancing. He would then leave preset clues around the grounds that she would have to follow to catch him.
All of the games usually led to some playful groping and then escalating into the upper echelons of erotic pleasure. Sometimes they never made out of the woods, or barely out of the ballroom. Beth shivered at these thoughts, wishing she didn’t have to wait….
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Three weeks later at the Riverside Resort.
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In the Bar:
At the bar, Dare smiled to himself, pleased. He had dropped Beth off to check in by herself. She would change into her new outfit and wear it down to the bar for lunch. She would come in acting like a complete stranger to the area. Dare would make her acquaintance, invite her to lunch, and make plans to see her that evening at the resorts dance room. There were two wedding receptions going on, and that dance room should be filled with well-dressed patrons. Beth would fit right in; clad that pretty gown she had promised to wear.
Dare had been sitting at the bar, thinking about ways to play out the game that evening, when the answer came to him, in the form of a stranger who had come with his drink and sat next to him. The stranger introduced himself as Seth, and shaking Dare’s hand sat on the stool next to him. After they had had couple of drinks, they had become quite chummy. Seth explaining he had come up for one of the weddings, and assumed Dare was doing the same. Seth did not fail to observe Dare’s secretive smile, but did not question it. Their conversation was distracted only when a newcomer appeared at the entrance. Beth walked in, a long flowing silky skirt swishing down to her leather sandals. A shiny, long sleeved satin top fitting tightly along her perky figure, with bright gold jewelry complementing the ensemble. Real gold, Seth observed silently to himself.
Beth went to a table, both men going silent as they watched her move through the room. Good-looking one, that, Seth commented, looking at Dare who was deep in thought as his eyes were fixed on the sexy newcomer. Seth teasingly offered Dare a penny for his thoughts. Dare smiled mischievously, letting lose his plans. Seth listened to the young man, smiling as a light went on in his steal grey eyes. When Dare finished he offered up a suggestion as to how Dare could make it really interesting for Beth. The two co-conspirators worked it out: Seth told Dare about a stone hut and wall that was located on the back nine of the resorts golf course. He suggested that he, Seth, would meet Beth that evening and pass a note onto her from Dare saying that he was in trouble and needed her help, with directions to the spot. Dare liked the idea, and wrote the note on a cocktail napkin, cementing the plan by handing it to Seth.
Off you go old chap, let Uncle Seth take care of his end, he said grinning, giving Dare a sporting clap on the back. With a wink, Dare left his fellow collaborator, and went over to Beth, who had since been seated by a male waiter, now standing drooling over her shoulder as she looked at the menu.
Later that same evening, inside the crowded club:
Seth had stopped by the bar for a last drink. His business venture had been concluded earlier than he had expected. With the change in his plans, he had checked out early, his kit packed, boot loaded and the car ready. He now sat at the bar Causley watching young lass of about seventeen who had literally ran into him at one of the receptions. He watched her flirting about the club, weaving in and out of the guests. With a long swishing gown flowing provocatively along her lithe figure, abundant, solid white gold chains swinging out in an alluringly eye catching manner as she scurried about. A diminutive gold ring its half caret diamond flickered playfully from the petite pinky it loosely surrounded once again welcomed his contemplation. The lass presented quite an intriguing gold feathered fledgling, just begging to be plucked. He looked around, spying her parents on the dance floor. The father/husband, despite being an excellent dancer, gave him no interest. It was his partner, the wife/ mother, decked out in a iridescent suit and long swishing satin skirt upon which he now was reexamining. He again studied under the bright dance floor lights her fine pearls dangling from her ears, throat, and wrists. But it was the Ladies’ two rings that stole the show for him; an engagement ring with a rock of at least 2 carets surrounded by numerous shimmering half caret stones and a pinky ring similar to her daughters, that proudly displayed a single white solitaire diamond of at least one caret that had garnered his consideration. He also reconsidered the facts that he had been able to garnish about the lady who wore them, and her husband. The wife/mother was a heavy drinker who would not be expected to make any kind of appearance before noon. Hubby was a golfer, who would be out for breakfast at five am before being on the links at 6 am the next morning . At 5 :15 Seth was planning to pay a visit to his suite, and relieve his two ladies of their expensive trinkets. It should be an easy straight forward caper, that had Seth bristling with anticipation at the prospect.
As he was tossing down the last of his drink he remembered about Dare and the note he still had in his pocket. Setting down the empty glass, he pulled the note out and looked at it, kids he smirked, and was preparing to crinkle toss it on the bar and leave, when his eyes caught sight of Beth. He had felt his breath taken away when he saw her. Not at all what he had expected, he would say to Beth much later in the evening. He looked over the note, stirrings of a plan began formulating. All thoughts of the dancing couple and his plans fled his mind, as He rose, throwing a fiver on the bar and went off to intercept Beth.
Seth held Beth in his arms, she was a vivacious little thing he thought, while smiling charmingly into her eyes. She seemed a little apprehensive at first, but had settled right in when he had told her this had been set up by Dare, remember me at the bar with him this afternoon he had consoled her, she had smile brightly into his eyes in answer. He relished in the feel of her warm satin gown, and allowed himself to be mesmerized by the shimmer of her diamonds.
It reminded him of the diamonds that had been worn by one of his dance partners earlier that evening at a reception. He had forgotten her name, but not her diamonds, one of which now resided in a hidden compartment of his roadsters boot, along with the diamond pin he had slipped off the satin cape he had cordially help a well-dressed lady put on. He had also shelved his plans for his 5:15 am “meeting” at the golf playing husbands hotel room, Beth’s jewels were a much more lucrative prospect.
When the dance had ended he took her to the bar and sat her down, ordering her a drink. She seemed a little perplexed, Seth kissed her gloved hand; wait for it he told her mysteriously, winking into her eyes. Beth had winked back, the fire in her heart reflecting deep in her eyes. Seth left, smiling cleverly to himself as he took in his surroundings. He looked around as he walked away, now where had the little imp gotten off too?
He had decided that the seventeen year old in the long flirting gown would play a very different role in his plans. He approached her, with Dares note and a twenty. Thought for a moment about the pair of thick platinum gold chains dangling from her throat down the open neckline of the girl’s glossy gown, then banished the though, he had bigger fish to filet. The twenty caught her attention and she eagerly listened as he explained to her what to do, pointing out Beth sitting, waiting in earnest at the bar. Wait until she finishes her drink, Seth told her as she listened eagerly. She took the twenty into her hand, the half caret diamond on her pinky ring flashing, and her gold chain bracelets jangled as she grasped it. Seth left, figuring he had about twenty minutes to stop at his car, get a few items from the boot, and put his plan in motion.
Beth had curiously received the note from the attractively shy young lady, clad a slinky gown that made her appear years older. Reading it she folded it and was just getting up when a man wearing a suit came up to her and offered to let her dance with him. It took her some time, before she was finally able to ward him off and leave the brilliantly lit clubroom for the dark, forbidding grounds outside.
Now, a thoroughly excited Beth walked up the hill. Her senses becoming more prickling alert with each step. Innocently unaware that she was no longer playing a role in Dare’s game!
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Epilogue:
As Seth walked away admiring the shimmery necklace, his thoughts travelled back to the gold burdened impish youngster in the swirling gown, and her pearl and diamond laden mother. Revisiting his original plans he decided that he liked the odds, especially since they would be against him. With the father leaving early to meet his cronies for breakfast the Mother should be still sleeping off her drink induced stupor, the hyperactive girl should still be out cold, but presented no risk if she awoke, he had more rope. The ladies jewels should be lying about in the apartment, or handedly on their persons( the pairs of diamond pinky rings, as well as the multi-diamond engagement ring flashed once again across his memory with all their brilliant glory),as he caught fire with the vision. There could be a safe he reasoned, but with a tied up daughter and a knife in his hand, the mother should have no issue opening it for him, or disclosing anywhere else her jewels may have been hidden . But if there was no safe, and the rings, pearls and solid white gold chains were somewhere in the room, he knew he would be able to noiselessly break in, find and slip the jewels from wherever they were perched, and be safely on his way without even causing the slightest stir from the sleeping woman and her daughter. It was a road Seth had travelled down many times. He prickled at the thought, as he foresightedly tallied up the potential haul while making his way to the car. The Mother/wife’s diamond rings, would easily fetch him at least three grand, probably close five with her pearls and the whelp’s jewelry added in. About a quarter of what he probably would get for the jewels now in his procession, so he mused inquisitively to himself, so ,was it worth the risk of his 20,000 bird in hand? Yes he answered himself, as all too familiar and welcome tingling sensation overwhelmed Seths muscular body. Like Dare, Seth like to play risky games, especially those which promised to be somewhat profitable. It would be a tantalizingly chancy gamble of his own; to wait a safe distance away while things cooled down and then return to break into the un protected sleeping ladies chamber.. He knew just the place to hide , and it would be a perfect spot to watch events unfold around Beth and Dare, while making his plans! It also afforded a nicely secret hiding nook for the ill-gotten gains collected so far that evening in case something went wrong, which it wouldn’t..
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An old abandoned house with its' side fallen out. This is on an island that was resettled in the 1960's. It reminded me of a little girls doll house.
The footbridge has been restored following storm damage. Rathlin island lies offshore. 'Pans' alludes to salt pans exploited here. Rathlin Island lies in the distance.
"Solar quadran"
Uzès (Gard)
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"The youngest at work"
Douchanbé (Asie Centrale - Tadjikistan)
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"Agricultural exploitation"
Dachstein Village (Bas-Rhin)
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"Rush by bike"
Palais d'été Kinsky, Prague (République Tchèque)
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"Welcoming style"
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Se recomienda ver en la caja oscura ( Pulsa "L" )
See recommended in black box ( push "l" )
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Des ocres de toutes les couleurs au niveau d'un carrière probablement exploitée à ciel ouvert et sculptée par l'érosion. Il y a d'ailleurs de nombreuses petites exploitations souterraines à proximité.
"In the early part of World War II, 110,000 persons of Japanese ancestry were interned in relocation centers by Executive Order No. 9066 issued February 19, 1942. Manzanar, the first of ten such concentration camps, was bounded by barbed wire and guard towers. It confined ten thousand persons, the majority of them American citizens.
May the injustices and humiliation suffered here as a result of hysteria, racism, and economic exploitation never emerge again."
California Registered Historical Landmark No. 850
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The Exploited performing live at The Rock
Copenhagen, Denmark; April 24, 2011
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"Out of the roads"
(Vallée de Zillertal - Autriche)
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With the UFA Invasion underway, dozens of Eurasian bunkers had been raided and decimated. One base in particular, though, had an increased amount of activity. Curious of this, the UFA sent pathfinders to find out what significance this commotion was. Upon entering the facility unnoticed, a couple of rebel leaders were being tortured, and soon after one of them was executed for noncompliance. The pathfinders were shocked at this discovery, since the rebels and Eurasians shared similar goals. What was really going on? The pathfinders became unaware of their movements, and alerted the guards of their position. Communication to UFA headquarters were soon disrupted, and the secret of this seeming betrayal died after the bombing of this facility soon after.
Very fun to get back into the swing of things, and to continue this storyline for the World In Darkness group from Everette. Made this quick scene in one night since I've been busy with music and schoolwork. I had two sets of lighting, and couldn't only post one of them, so you'll get both :))
History is her story too. The biggest disease today is not leprosy or cancer or tuberculosis, but rather the feeling or being unwanted, uncared for, deserted and exploited by everybody around. The greatest evil is the terrible indifference towards one's neighbor who lives at the roadside, the victim of exploitation and fear...
Un siècle après sa découverte, la villa des Mystères est toujours la plus grande, la mieux conservée et la plus fascinante des peintures antiques. Cette demeure reconvertie en exploitation agricole tire notamment son nom d’une fresque de 17 m de long et 3,30 m de haut, située dans une petite salle de 7,10 m de long x 4,93 m de large, datant de 70 avant notre ère. Elle se déroule sur les quatre murs du triclinium (n'en sont ici visibles que trois, ceux du nord à gauche, de l'est au centre et du sud à droite), la salle à manger de la maison, et divisés en trois parties : la première imitant le marbre peint, puis la frise de grands panneaux rouge pompéien (ponctuée de pilastres plus sombres) et au-dessus en couronnement une frise de motifs géométriques surmontée d’une imitation de marbres de couleur. La frise dépeint 29 personnages, de tailles différentes, figurés un peu plus petit que nature. Afin de séparer la dizaine de scènes les unes des autres, la frise est régie par une fonction de transition superposant les personnages pour ensuite les orienter dans des directions opposées, marquant ainsi le passage d’une scène à l’autre. Le couple divin au centre de la paroi du fond représente le point de convergence des deux frises parallèles qui courent le long des quatre murs depuis la porte principale.
Concurremment, le peintre a joué sur les correspondances sémantiques de groupes qui se font face d'un mur
à l'autre, en se servant habilement de la configuration de la pièce. Le panneau du mur est devait autrefois fortement impressionner celles et ceux qui pénétraient sans la pièce, mais c'est malheureusement aujourd'hui le plus endommagé de la dizaine de scènes représentées des quatre murs, où se trouve justement celle du Couple divin. Si les spécialistes divergent sur le sens à donner à cette fresque, leurs interprétations pointent cependant des éléments communs, une cérémonie de passage initiatique où le thème du mariage est également récurent, une composition à composante onirique, mais étrangère au temps d'aujourd’hui et difficile dès lors à comprendre. La pièce du triclinium ou salle à manger était dévolue à un culte dionysiaque dans le cadre privé, où figure la Domina (maîtresse de maison) sur laquelle la fresque semble se focaliser avec un enchaînement de représentations la mettant en scène.
Le dionysisme mis en scène dans cette fresque, comme sur bien d'autres documents pompéiens contemporains ou postérieurs de quelques années, est celui d'un univers associant un idéal mythique à la réalité humaine, quotidienne et cultuelle, établissant un lien harmonieux dans la vie d'une matrone entre ses valeurs aristocratiques de vertu et de culture et ses croyances en une religion dionysiaque pratiquée et vécue (cf. Charlotte Sammarcelli et Martijn Stoll : La fresque de la villa des mystères : le culte dionysiaque dans le domaine privé, 2018 ; Stéphanie Wyler : Actualité de la fresque de la Villa des Mystères, 2002 ; Gilles Sauron : La grande fresque de la villa des Mystères à Pompéi, mémoires d'une dévote de Dionysos, 2000 ; Jean-Marie Pailler ; Mystères dissipés ou mystères dévoilés ?, 2000 ; Paul Veyne, François Lissarrague et Françoise Frontisi-Ducroux : Les mystères du gynécée, 1998 ; merci veroeddy.be pour la photo).
NSU Printz Coupé Sport 1965 - RETRO PASSION 2018 - Chevigny St Sauveur (COTE D'OR)
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Salt's Mill is a Grade II* listed former textile mill, now incorporating an art gallery, shops, restaurant and spaces to rent, in Saltaire, near Bradford, West Yorkshire. It was opened in 1853; at that point, the mill was the largest industrial building in the world by total floor area.
The Mill and surrounding village of Saltaire were financed and built by the 19th century industrialist and philanthropist Sir Titus Salt, after he observed other textile factories and was disappointed by the working conditions he saw there. At the time mill working conditions were commonly poor, with most workers suffering disease, low wages and labour exploitation. Dangerous machinery and long hours, sometimes exceeding 16 hour working days, resulted in frequent accidents. Titus Salt acknowledged this and built a factory and surrounding village with which he intended to improve the working conditions for his employees. The mill and village form a UNESCO World Heritage Site.
"Limestone Pot"
Bois de Païolive (Ardèche)
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Noisy and gregarious, these cheerful exploiters of man's rubbish and wastefulness have managed to colonise most of the world. The ultimate avian opportunist perhaps. Monitoring suggests a severe decline in the UK house sparrow population, recently estimated as dropping by 71 per cent between 1977 and 2008 with substantial declines in both rural and urban populations. While the decline in England continues, Breeding Bird Survey data indicate recent population increases in Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland.
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Taken in Lada unregistered Refugee Camp, Teknaf district, South East Bangladesh.
Rohingya Refugees in Bangladesh: Limiting the Damage of a Protracted Crisis
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Rohingya Refugee Crisis Explained
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Six Years of Rohingya Refugee Crisis in Bangladesh: From Here to Where?
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The Rohingyas are a Muslim minority from the North Rakhine State in western Burma. Over the past forty years, the Burmese government has systematically stripped over 1 million Rohingya of their citizenship. Recognized as one of the most oppressed ethnic groups in the world, the Rohingya are granted few social, economic and civil rights. They are subjected to forced labor, arbitrary land seizure, religious persecution, extortion, the freedom to travel, and the right to marry. Because of the abuse they endure in Burma, hundreds of thousands of Rohingya have fled Burma to seek sanctuary in neighboring Bangladesh. In the refugee camps along the south east coast where they settle, most are not recognized as refugees and are considered illegal economic migrants. Unwanted and unwelcome, they receive little or no humanitarian assistance and are vulnerable to exploitation and harassment. In recent years, the Rohingya have paid brokers to smuggle them by boat from Bangladesh to Malaysia and even beyond to Australia, sparking the attention of governments throughout the region.
The Association of Southeast Asian Nations (ASEAN) has confirmed that the statelessness of the Rohingya is not just a Burma-related problem, but a problem with larger regional implications.
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"Eroded Strata"
Les gorges de Daluis (Alpes-Maritimes)
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Intending to exploit an ICM while tripod mounted? Get your head level before you start, unless you like curves, that is...
Tripod-mounted (Dah!) & wearing a Kood .9 ND grad. Pretty heavy crop because there were a lot of raindrops on the lens, but then this was taken on Newgale, where the West Wind makes its UK landfall.
Aigrette tricolore (Egretta tricolor) - Provincia de Puntarenas, Tarcoles (COSTA RICA 2019)
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