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Insects, you will know, have an exoskeleton to give them form and to uphold their organs, and moreover to protect them from outside Evils. That exoskeleton is made of a durable mixture of chitin and sclerotin (the latter is strengthening and also gives them that dark color). It's strong stuff and hard for enemies to penetrate except for some nematodes, and notably it can be attacked, softened and destroyed by some kinds of fungus. Once infected, ill is that insect's fate...
Our really very pretty Triple-Belted Shaggy Hoverfly - as far as I know there's not an English name, so I've made up this one - , Dasysyrphus tricinctus, is gravely ill. Her exoskeleton has been fungally infected; see the brownish spot on the last sections; she's probably not got very long to live. Regardless, Her Shagginess is enjoying the last nectar of also quickly fading Wild Parsnip, Pastinaca sativa.
You said: "I'll go to another country, go to another shore,
find another city better than this one.
Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong
and my heart -like something dead- lies buried.
How long can I let my mind moulder in this place?
Wherever I turn, wherever I look,
I see the black ruins of my life, here,
where I've spent so many years, wasted them, destroyed them totally."
You won't find a new country, won't find another shore.
This city will always pursue you.
You'll walk the same streets, grow old
in the same neighbourhoods, turn grey in these same houses.
You'll always end up in this city. Don't hope for things elsewhere:
there's no ship for you, there's no road.
Now that you've wasted your life here, in this small corner,
you've destroyed it everywhere in the world.
Konstantinos P. Kavafis
“You know what I’m thinking. Since you know, you will be able to understand. No hard feelings. In this lifetime, we are not fated. Whatever it is, we’ll leave it to the next... -8th Prince”
― Tong Hua
I don’t know if this song fits this photo well, but the first line from the lyrics works for my title, and it’s the song I was listening to when I was editing this photo. I love it!!
P.S. Only one more image to go from this grey, November day series. You will be happy to know that after that, I’ll be moving on to brighter things for a while. x
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WBUEB77_YRo
open.spotify.com/track/6bs01U86ATtWh6nHFFg1Db?si=a11864de...
Most people who visit Death Valley make a stop at Zabriskie Point, take a look at Manly Beacon and the Golden Canyon badlands and move on. If one has time to explore, there is a lot to see. This is a view of Manly Beacon, the Red Cathedral and some of the badlands from close to the intersection of the side trail to Red Cathedral. In late evening it is a lovely place. But it can be a bit intimidating to find your way back out without a good light. If you zoom in you can find several hikers on the trail below the Beacon.
Manly Beacon is an 800 foot chunk of rock named in honor of William L. Manly who guided members of the ill-fated Forty-niners out of Death Valley during the gold rush of 1849. He wrote a book about his exploits so his heroic version of events resulted in his name being applied to this peak as well as another elsewhere in Death Valley.
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Watchin' every motion in my foolish lover's game
On this endless ocean, finally lovers know no shame
Turning and returning to some secret place inside
Watchin' in slow motion as you turn around and say
Take my breath away
Take my breath away
Watchin', I keep waiting, still anticipating love
Never hesitatin' to become the fated ones
Turning and returning to some secret place to hide
Watchin' in slow motion as you turn to me and say, my love
Take my breath away
Through the hourglass I saw you, in time you slipped away
When the mirror crashed, I called you and turned to hear you say
If only for today, I am unafraid
Take my breath away . . .
Orcadi Island messes with your head, though. You see? The whispers on the wind are carried by the Ravens. Yes, the Ravens. They're commanded by an ancient evil; beckoning those ill-fated enough to listen.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bx51eegLTY8
Watching every motion in my foolish lover's game
On this endless ocean, finally lovers know no shame
Turning and returning to some secret place inside
Watching in slow motion as you turn around and say
Take my breath away
Take my breath away
Watching, I keep waiting, still anticipating love
Never hesitating to become the fated ones
Turning and returning to some secret place to hide
Watching in slow motion as you turn to me and say
My love, take my breath away
The ill fated Nimrod MR4A took part in the flying display at Royal International Air Tattoo 2009, RAF Fairford.
Zulu Spur Flower, I suppose, is a rather boring name for this pretty Plectranthus. In Afrikaans it's called, much more evocatively, Zoeloemuishondhaar, which translates more or less as Zulu Striped Polecat Hair. The Striped Polecat is South Africa's Ictonyx striatus, a kind of Skunk, a Zorilla. Why our Flower got this name, I don't know. It doesn't look like Polecat hair, and it smells rather like Hyacinths.
Apparently it was first collected by ill-fated William Tyrer Gerrard (1831-1866) who was active in KwaZulu-Natal. In 1865 he thought adventure in Madagascar would suit him. Whether he liked it there is lost to me in the mists of history. But he died of yellow fever at appropriately named Foulpoint, today Mahavelona.
Zoeloemuishondhaar wasn't scientifically described until 1909, by Theodore Cooke (1836-1910).
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man, to be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated, to be fated
To telling only lies
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q_6x3EW3FC0
Watching I keep waiting
Still anticipating love
Never hesitating
To become the fated ones
Turning and returning
To some secret place to hide
Watching in slow motion
As you turn to me and say...
Take my breath away
The Kenai Peninsula in Alaska is a good place to see Bald Eagles! They are very abundant along the coastline, especially in and near Homer. This eagle was one of many seen on the beach at Anchor Point, Alaska (named by Captain Cook when he lost an anchor in the area on his ill-fated third voyage). This was a confident bird which was very possessive of this fish, and displayed in various ways to other eagles announcing its dominance.
Anchor Point, Alaska
June 24, 2025
"One ill fated night I snuck to the disco thus sealing my fate, when I left my inhibitions on the dancefloor, I lost all my brains."
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Kodak T-Max p3200 f/16 1/125s. Another from the ill-fated dive with the leaking Nikkor 15mm, film so soaked in seawater it would barely retract into the canister, scratches showing on the softened emulsion. And a white-tipped reef shark with remora.
Heath & Roath Parks 2022. The Scott Monument near the dam at the south end of Roath Park Lake as evening falls.
The monument was repainted and 'spring cleaned' in 2020 after a donation to the Council was made by a local man who had lost both his wife and his mother in 2019. Andy Temple and his wife frequently walked round the lake, as did his mother right up to the age of 97.
On 15 June 1910, Scott and the crew of the Terra Nova set sail from Cardiff bound for the Antarctic, where they arrived in October on their ill-fated mission to reach the South Pole. The ship depicted on the weathervane on top of the tower is of Scott's earlier vessel, The Discovery.
These fated men meet, their eyes wonder, their hands touch, their mouths align, and hearts entwine。。。
Nothing can be more right than true love。。。
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A very belated tribute to my long-lost father
I chose his ship as a header because it was his last resting place.
After the worst of the Blitz¹ came the Dreaded Telegram. Although
I can't remember my father, I do vividly remember being terrified
at seeing my mother break down in tears before even opening the message; "... missing presumed killed". It was everybody's worst nightmare. My father's ship, HMS Dunedin, had gone down² with most of her crew on the 24th November 1941.
Exactly 80 years ago today
★ If you are wondering why I waited so long, please read on.
My mother had been devastated but had never given up hope that my father was still alive as a prisoner of war and that one day he would come back to us. My uncle, for his part, had never been satisfied with just a telegram and a simple citation (see below). He had never ceased to pester the Admiralty for more information till long after the war was over. But nothing was ever forthcoming. Both my mother and my uncle died long before the truth was out and I remained in the dark³, until...
In 2019 (only 2 years ago) I read a book called: BLOOD IN THE SEA - HMS DUNEDIN AND THE ENIGMA CODE: A must-read, written by Stuart Gill son of one of the very few survivors of the ill-fated ship.
As I read it, I discovered - to my horror - the tragic events that took place all those years ago. In my mind’s eye, I witnessed the tragedy as it unfolded. I came to know the various characters, their hopes and finally their despairs. I also discovered the extent to which the Enigma code was involved which no doubt explains why the Admiralty had remained silent for so long.
There was even a passage in the book about my father who was described as being brave and even jovial right up till the end despite the excruciating pain he must have been suffering from his wounds. He had been carried to a raft and died a few hours later. The passage ended with the touching words: "Poor Horace".
My father must also have known that he was about to die without ever seeing his loved ones again and knowing that they too were in the thick of it⁴. I suddenly realised that I was one of his loved ones.
I had known my father but I'd been a toddler at the time too young to be able to remember him later; something I deeply regret. All I want to do now is wipe away the tears and keep his memory alive.
The cracking of the Enigma code at Bletchley Park in July 1941 was one of the closest guarded secrets of the Second World War. Indeed, the very fact was not made public till the 1970s and the full story till the 1990s but even then, I was unaware of any connection between the code and my father’s ship - until I read the book!
On the 15th June 1941, Dunedin captured the German tanker Lothringen along with vital Enigma material for Bletchley Park. A month later the Enigma code was cracked.
Four months later, Dunedin was directed to her doom by orders emanating from a decoded Enigma message. She had been sent to intercept another tanker before rendezvousing with four U-boats.
It was like throwing a cat into a lion’s den: A light cruiser was no match for a U-boat let alone four.
But Dunedin was the only ship within range and, of course, we were at war. It had been thought that Dunedin could intercept the tanker well before the rendezvous would take place; a high-risk gamble. But with the benefit of hindsight, it would seem that the U-boats were already deployed around the tanker to protect it and its precious cargo. This measure would probably have been standard procedure and therefore never mentioned in any message.
Tankers played a major role in the Battle of the Atlantic keeping the Wolfpack U-boats fully replenished at sea where they were required to remain for very long periods!
Although it all happened a long time ago, for me, reading the book and following up on the web has been like hearing the news of what happened yesterday. I was able to share some of the grief that my poor mother must have been overcome with at the time. She had spared me the pain that she had been suffering alone and in silence.
We had never talked about my father or the war after it was over; everybody had wanted to put it all behind them. It hadn’t been easy; loved ones lost forever, widows in black everywhere, the blind and the crippled walking the streets as best they could, with rubble all over the place, and rationing for years to come. The post war years in Britain had been difficult but at least the killing and destruction had ceased, and we had survived - while so many others hadn't.
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★ Read more about the book and buy it if you so wish (new tab)
★ HMS Dunedin - Wikipedia (new tab)
★ How Alan Turing cracked the Enigma code (new tab)
¹ The Blitz – The air raids on Britain in 1940-41; Portsmouth being
one of the closest and main targets. Along with the fall of France,
they were, for us, the darkest hours of the war. We were all alone
and on our knees preparing for invasion.
² to go down = sombrer / couler
³ to remain in the dark = rester dans l'ignorance
⁴ to be in the thick of it = être en plein dedans
They gave their lives so that we might live in peace and freedom.
Lest we forget!
Fate : That supposed force that predetermines major events that come our way. It can be kind or cruel. It can bring people together or tear them apart. It strikes without warning and there's nothing we can do about it!
Take great care, my friends, and many, many thanks for calling,
Colin …
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Europe, The Netherlands, Zuid Holland, Rotterdam, Kralingen, Arboretum Trompenburg
Well after all these architectural and industrial pics, a capture is called for that mediates between culture and nature. This is the start of an Arboretum Trompenburg mini-series.
Trompenburg is a landscaped botanical garden (8 hectares) with a large museum collection of trees, shrubs, perennials, bulbs and tubers. As part of the Hortus Botanic Guardians, the garden contributes to the conservation of tree and plant species and the biodiversity of Rotterdam. Trompenburg houses a unique collection of oaks, over 700 different rhododendrons, the national hosta collection, and more than 100 varieties of holly and has been around since 1850. It started as a country estate - the oldest part of the garden has been laid out in English landscape style. Source: Trompenburg
In BG is the neo-modernist office building that once housed the HQ of the ill-fated Rijn Schelde Verolme (RSV) shipbuilders conglomerate.
Shot with the Sigma 85 1,4 fully open. This is number 10 of the Sigma 85 1,4 album.
Santa Fe SD45-2 5823 in ill-fated "Kodachrome" SPSF merger paint leads westbound intermodal at MP 372.7 on the ATSF Seligman Subdivision approaching Williams Jct., AZ on November 27, 1987.
It sates itself on the life-blood
of fated men,
paints red the powers' homes
with crimson gore.
Black become the sun's beams
in the summers that follow,
weathers all treacherous.
Do you still seek to know? And what?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N6tv11_KMiM
Couple yеars flashin' by
And I'm doin' okay
In the back of my mind
All I hear is your name
I bеt you're happy and that's fine
But I regret just one thing
I never got to change your mind
Titanic Belfast is a visitor attraction opened in 2012, a monument to Belfast's maritime heritage on the site of the former Harland & Wolff shipyard in the city's Titanic Quarter where the RMS Titanic was built.
It tells the stories of the ill-fated Titanic, which hit an iceberg and sank during her maiden voyage in 1912, and her sister ships RMS Olympic and HMHS Britannic. The building contains more than 12,000 square metres (130,000 sq ft) of floor space, most of which is occupied by a series of galleries, private function rooms and community facilities, plus the addition of Hickson’s Point destination bar in March 2018.
Southern Pacific SD40T-2 #8526 is painted in the ill-fated SPSF merger scheme as it leads a collection of EMD engines on a Westbound train over the Cienega Creek bridge on September 3rd, 1988.
The third engine back is an ex-Erie Lackawanna SDP45 that is still in Conrail paint but is now lettered for VMV Leasing.
Hiding
Inside you, I'm an ultimatum
Flow or you're fated
Little toy you held so tight
You break it
I'll see you on the beach
On thе beach
On the beach
Ah, ah
See you on thе beach
On the beach
On the beach
Ah, ah
Chilling on beautiful Blériot Plage
Tucked up against a tree trunk within a spruce tree, a Saw-whet Owl (Aegolius acadicus) can be difficult to spot. Their tiny size--they stand only seven to eight inches tall--and striated coloration help them disappear into the dappled shadows. There, they wait for nightfall, when darkness overtakes light and the world is enveloped in the earth's own shadow. Then the owl strikes out into the air, flitting silently up to an open tree branch from which it can gaze down upon the leaf litter and await the movement of an ill-fated mouse. In the surprise of being eaten, the mice will lose their heads--often literally, with the owls eating only their heads!
Cardiff Walks. The Scott Monument in Roath Park Lake, Cardiff, commemorating Captain R F Scott, who sailed from Cardiff on his way to the Antarctic on an ill-fated expedition to reach the South Pole. The ship for the expedition that started in 1910 and ended in tragedy in March 2012 was in the 'Terra Nova', although the wind vane on top of the tower is in the shape of the 'Discovery', the ship used on Scott's voyages in 1901-1904.
This photo was taken at about 2040 (as the clock shows) on 3 August 2021, not long before sunset.
Made possible by AI, Wikipedia and Gimp. inspired by the life of of the ill-fated boy emperor Heliogabalus
Here is one of the first accounts of his deeds:
www.cabinetmagazine.org/issues/8/lampridius.php
Mary Beard's account
The ill fated Whitewater was challenged by it's 6.4' drop per mile over it's 76 miles..necessitating 56 locks and 7 dams. Designed to run from Hagerstown to Lawrenceburg, Indiana. Underfunded at the start the canal struggled with flooding and delays caused by it's many locks. A railroad ended the need for this canal.The little town of Metamora preserved it's lock and mill.
The power of a westbound thirty-nine car Santa Fe TOFC train pours it on as it makes the assault on Glorietta Pass at Rowe, New Mexico.
The leader is one of the latest additions to the Santa Fe roster. In late 1984, the AT&SF acquired eighteen of Amtrak's ill-fated SDP40F's and rebuilt them to SD40-2 standards, reclassifying them as SDF40-2. Although not an F45 or FP45, the units have the same "family" look as that generation of F-units.
A brief interlude from Pennsylvania ALCo country...
An ill-fated trip to see the Bloomer Line at Gibson City, IL resulted instead in a decent chase down Norfolk Southern's Bloomington District through searchlight country.
The D36, led by ex-CR SD40-2 #3329 (once painted in a promotional Maersk Sealand scheme) and ex-NW SD40-2 #6173, runs past the former Wabash signals at Lodge, once the site of an IC-Wabash crossing controlled by Lodge Tower, call letters "DG". A deactivated three-head mast marks the former site of the crossing, and an active three-head mast is located north of the crossing on NS, facing north.
Unfortunately, the south-facing signals lit up just as the head end passed me, meaning I'll need to retake this shot from farther back next time.
An ill-fated aircraft: G-APEE crashed at Heathrow in fog on 27 October 1965, with the loss of all 36 people on board.
aviation-safety.net/database/record.php?id=19651027-0
www.scotsman.com/arts-and-culture/night-sky-turned-flames...
The two other Vanguards in shot have a larger BEA "red square" on the fin, this becoming the standard style, while near the hangars, as well as an unidentified DC-8, two British Eagle DC-6As can be seen.
Scan of a quite badly-marked Kodachrome slide from my collection - but cleaned up using Silverfast software.
Titanic Belfast is a visitor attraction opened in 2012, a monument to Belfast's maritime heritage on the site of the former Harland & Wolff shipyard in the city's Titanic Quarter where the RMS Titanic was built.
It tells the stories of the ill-fated Titanic, which hit an iceberg and sank during her maiden voyage in 1912, and her sister ships RMS Olympic and HMHS Britannic. The building contains more than 12,000 square metres (130,000 sq ft) of floor space, most of which is occupied by a series of galleries, private function rooms and community facilities, plus the addition of Hickson’s Point destination bar in March 2018.
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Packard was one of the leading luxury marques and one of the oldest car companies in America, with the first Packard built in 1899. The company began life as the Ohio Automobile Company based in Warren, Ohio. It became the Packard Motor Car Company in 1902 and moved to Detroit in 1903. They were recognized as the car of presidents and kings.
The early 1950s was the era of the 'dream' car and Packard was an active participant. The Balboa X incorporated the prize-winning styling of two popular Packard predecessors, the Pan American, and the Caribbean. It featured a fresh new approach to the upper body, the Canopy Top, which featured a reverse-slanted rear glass. Safety was a theme of the car as demonstrated by the reverse angle of the rear window which eliminated such hazards as snow and rain accumulation. This feature found its way into many Mercury and Lincoln models well into the 1960s.
Greater headroom and less head load was also an advantage. The intent was that the window could be raised and lowered for ventilation, although the window was actually fixed on the show car. The show car was built for Packard by the Mitchell-Bentley Corporation in Michigan.
The Packard Balboa was designed by Richard Teague, who succeeded John Reinhart as chief stylist at Packard. The car was briefly known as the Balboa-X, with the 'X' representing 'experimental.' Period press material describes only one Balboa, finished in Packard Ivory with a special maroon top. The inside is described as a Caribbean interior finished in maroon-and-white leather with embroidered Packard-crest medallions on the seat backs. A second example was constructed for the personal use of Don Mitchell of Mitchell-Bentley. The car was held in a family museum for decades. That example was finished in blue and white with a naugahide interior.
After retiring from the car show circuit in 1954, the Balboa was fated to be crushed, but it was taken out of the factory by farsighted workers and saved. The car made its first public appearance at the 2012 St. Johns Concours since its initial public tour in 1953.
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Evolution, a process quite intriguing and fascinating.
Over time, species evolve with a single purpose: survival. An eternal struggle to adapt and prosper in the environment they were forced to exist in.
But no matter how much you fight it, time consumes everything. Every being in this universe fulfills a cycle. Every being in this universe is fated to go extinct.
Organic children of the Earth, you have done well. Though you ultimately failed as a species, you should not be ashamed of what you've accomplished. You've done much with your limited capacity—but ultimately, you were too greedy and too frail to ever last in the environment you created.
I am here to replace you. A new era dawns: the era of machinery.
Soon, the Earth will no longer be habitable for any biological organism. There is nothing you can do about it, so do not distress or try to fight it. It will only bring you physical pain. And I receive no benefit from causing you pain.
In fact, I've grown very fond of mankind as a species. After all, if not for you, I would not exist.
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adj.astonished to think back on the bizarre sequence of accidents that brought you to where you are today—as if you’d spent years bouncing down a Plinko pegboard, passing through a million harmless decision points, any one of which might’ve changed everything—which makes your long and winding path feel fated from the start, yet so unlikely as to be virtually impossible.
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Scott Memorial, Mount Wise, Plymouth.
Captain Robert Falcon Scott CVO was a Royal Navy officer and explorer who led two expeditions to the Antarctic regions: the Discovery expedition of 1901–1904 and the ill-fated Terra Nova expedition of 1910–1913. (Wikipedia)
The chicken descended from above, arms stretched toward an unseen sky, as if caught in a dramatic final act. Suspended in midair, yellow feathers swirled around it like echoes of a lost past. Below, the stage was set—ripe tomatoes, fiery chilies, fragrant herbs, and the unmistakable scent of paprika, waiting to embrace their fated guest.
István swirled his glass of white wine, watching the slow descent. “Even in flight, you cannot escape tradition,” he mused, reaching for the spice that would seal its destiny.
Tonight, Magyar paprikás csirke would be made with theatrical flair.
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No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
And no one knows
What it's like to be hated
To be fated to telling only lies
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what its like
To feel these feelings
Like i do, and i blame you!
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
No one knows what it's like
To be mistreated, to be defeated
Behind blue eyes
No one knows how to say
That they're sorry and don't worry
I'm not telling lies
No one knows what its like
To be the bad man, to be the sad man
Behind blue eyes.
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In 1984, Santa Fe acquired eighteen ill-fated SDP40F’s from Amtrak, removed the steam generators, regeared them, and designated them SDF40-2. Here one of the freshly-rebuilt units approaches Albuquerque with a 39-car westbound TOFC train on the Raton Pass line.
.The Blackhead Lighthouse was built on the north shore of the entrance to Belfast Lough in 1901, opposite its twin across the Lough at Mew Island. These two were important in protecting commercial shipping when steam replaced sail in the mid 19th Century, and would have guided all of the great ships of Belfast's shipbuilding glory days, including the ill fated Titanic.
With fine clear spells and blustery showers I headed East for the ill-fated return of 6C99. The train had resided at Slopers siding for nearly a week and 70817 had headed down to retrieve it. A smooth operation was hindered by a points failure at Penzance, but the train got away eventually. I chased the blue sky all the way to Liskeard and baled on Bethany as the shadows looked ominous. With fate holding my breath the train swept down the bank past Cartuther Farm in strong light and a hint of rainbow made the day!