Consonance and dissonance.

 

I the body would be sharing certain events cached in its data files.

I shall remove the text if anybody feels hurt, offended or humiliated by its contents.

 

Thunderbirds Babu:

Thunderbirds Babu is the brains and brawn of the first Popular music troupe, rather Ganamela troupe in Trivandrum. He named it Thunderbirds, and hence he came to be known as Thunderbirds Babu. His name is familiar to most senior musicians in Kerala. He preferred to render the old Hindi melodies of Kishore Kumar, Muhammed Rafi, Mukesh, Manna Dey and Saigal. But, more than his singing abilities, his acuity in introducing ingenious ideas and his efforts to implement them is what I admired the most.

 

It's a fact that most musicians are tender-hearted and Babuchettan, as I called him, is no exception. Despite being a humble, loving, poor soul, many people despised him for unknown reasons.

I realize that he lived at least 25 years ahead of his generation. Those jealous of him taunted him openly and in hiding. He often got blamed for others' mistakes, and the gentleman turned out a reprobate to many people who had only heard about him. Though I found him cheerful and lively, I have noticed that he often appeared lost in thoughts. I suspected his 'hyperactivity' to be his way of dealing with some problem or difficulties that occupied his mind, which probably kept bothering him.

I met him when he formed 'The Rubbish Orchestra'. Rubbish is the name suggested by the great Indian sculptor Kanayi Kunhiraman when we approached him seeking a name suggestion for a music troupe that sings Indian language songs and plays Western instrumental music. Without a second thought, he quipped, " Rubbish", and it got stuck. Being active and dynamic, Babuchettan had the knack to approach the right people the right way, so there was no shortage of programs.

I was one of the two tenderfoots in the team, and I met most of the senior artists of those days through Rubbish Orchestra. Being very elder to me, probably my father's age, he considered me a child and yet regarded me like all the other artists. Still, I have noticed that he was a bit careful and seldom reserved when communicating with me.

Once during a rehearsal break, when other artists left for refreshments and smoking, I asked him why he couldn't try 'Mere Naina Sawan Bhado', which is one of my favourites. With a mischievous look and a smile, he turned his head to gaze outside through the window. I thought he either ignored my question or got distracted by something when he suddenly started humming to set the correct pitch. He sang it beautifully without any accompaniment as I listened and watched in awe. Once over, I shook his hand, and he said that it was the first time he was singing it for a 'listener'. As he rendered it superbly, I requested that he add the song to his song list. He refused as he considered his rendition of that song not up to the mark.

'The Rubbish' slowly disbanded following an album release, on which some members of the band suffered substantial monetary losses. Being the production organizer, he was blamed for that too, and he slowly vanished from the scene. I thought he would soon rise like a Phoenix, but while travelling on a bus, somebody hurled a stone that hit his eye, and he lost vision in one eye. He stopped singing, and the bright, vivacious man lived a detached, secluded life consequently.

Later in life, when he badly needed someone's care, a lady less than half his age fell in love with him, and they started living together. Of course, he was ridiculed for that too. Eventually, he died without making headlines. Nobody cared.

 

Mere Naina Sawan Bhado: Mere Naina Sawan Bhado

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The tiniest bird in Europe, the hyperactive Goldcrest migrates a long way - in the winter from Scandinavia to Western Europe, but some also arrive all the way from Eastern Siberia or India. No wonder they seem to be eating all the time.

Every day they need to eat twice their own body weight in insects. OK, that's a mere 10 or so grams, but 10 grams of insects, that's a lot of insects!

Anyway, fascinating birds!

 

Goldcrest (Regulus regulus).

 

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Seen at the seaside of Spieka-Neufeld (Germany, Lower Saxony).

The distance was >30m. The bird was very nervous and hyperactive as known from this species. So it was very difficult for me to track it with the camera.

The RAW file had been developed with DXO Photolab 2 and then scaled with PSE15 (cropped about 100%) !

"The tiny Blue-Gray Gnatcatcher is like a hyperactive child; it is always in constant motion. ...This is not an easy bird to photograph because of its small size. You have to be very quick! ..." birdinginformation.com

I think the rock hyraxes are often overlooked at our zoo as they share an enclosure with the hyperactive and very entertaining gelada baboons. They are very cute, though, and I love them.

Search on the web, says it is used for: Today, passionflower is promoted as a dietary supplement for anxiety and sleep problems, as well as for pain, heart rhythm problems, menopausal symptoms, and attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder. It is applied to the skin for burns and to treat hemorrhoids. If I had known that while chasing trains, I would have stopped to harvest some. These are so nice to find and view.

Grey Fantail

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Another hyperactive bird, just getting them in the viewfinder is a challenge.

This one was wafting in slowly to land on the branch.

Willie Wagtail

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Usually we'll find these hyperactive little birds on just about every outing. But locally of late, they have been quite conpsicious by their absense.

I was pleased to find this one and it was happy to have me walk about and put up insects out of the grass.

In the early morning hours of Summer, a juvenile Least Tern emerges. In the background, distant porch lights of beach houses and hotels illuminate the scene. These added some much needed color to the otherwise drab image. These dark grey skies were due to the sun, just beginning to crest the horizon, being hidden behind a cloud bank. What do we know about dark, cloudy conditions? Yes, the lighting is even and soft, but at a cost to camera functionality. Autofocus doesn't work quite so well, especially when your subject blends in to its surroundings. Even when focusing on the eye, which we should always be doing, the lack of illuminated details and bright contrast can result in false positive focus acquisition. This is where good old spray and pray technique of photography comes in handy. Keep refocusing and shooting, and eventually, you'll get something. Lighting aside, the most taxing aspect of this shoot was keeping up with this hyperactive subject. At only a few days old, this Least Tern chick has left the nest and has begun exploring their surroundings. They do so in speedy fashion, only stopping to scan from threats and to rest/feed when the time comes. This image was made during a quick threat assessment before he quickly darted off after an adult carrying a fish.

Bewick's Wren down at Dunsmuir Community Gardens, Crescent Beach.

"If you come across a noisy, hyperactive little bird with bold white eyebrows, flicking its long tail as it hops from branch to branch, you may have spotted a Bewick's Wren."

Imbil State Forest, Gympie, Queensland. March 2022.

 

Situated on the Old Mary River Rail Trail at Brooloo is this delightful colony of Bellbirds, Estimated to be about 150 of these hyperactive little birds which provide a continuous “tinkling” chorus for trail riders and walkers.

 

The bell miner, commonly known as the bellbird, is a colonial honeyeater, endemic to southeastern Australia. The common name refers to their bell-like call. ‘Miner' is an old alternative spelling of 'myna', and is shared with other members of the genus Manorina

These cute flycatchers, although arguably drab in coloration, are none the lest charming with their tail flicking and hyperactive behavior. A pair is nesting under my front porch and providing hours of amusement and photo attempts as I try to capture their capture of an insect in flight. Channeling Eric Gofreed:

 

One cant be feeding a Phoebe

They hawk insects as they need be

One can assist their best flights

By providing nest sites

A roof and a platform then some beebies

The Reddish Egret is one of the rarest egrets in North America. It's easily distinguished from other egrets and herons by its shaggy appearance, hyperactive feeding behavior, and pink-and-black bill.

Reddish Egret numbers in the U.S. were decimated by plume hunters in the 19th century, and populations never fully recovered. Like Snowy and Wilson's Plovers, this species is dependent on coastal habitats for successful foraging and breeding—the same areas that are vulnerable to sea level rise caused by climate change. Habitat loss is another problem for this bird.(American Bird Conservancy)

 

Took a hyperactive 6 week old kitten and turned her into a couch potato in 3 days. FTW!

Unlike the hyperactive songs of N. Parula or Cerulean the lethargic song of the Black-throated Blue describes it perfectly "I-am-so-lazy". Magee.

They were hyperactive today, so didn't manage a photo, so as they say, here's one I took earlier! Not too sure what had happened to it!

Haughmond Hill - Shropshire

A tiny neotropical known for being hyperactive and difficult to photo. The nesting range of this species has been shifting northward since the early twentieth century. Over the last quarter of that century, the shift was about 200 miles. Our beautiful world, pass it on.

Six Spot Burnet moth / zygaena filipendulae. Old Moor RSPB reserve, S.Yorkshire. 18/07/16.

 

'Love On A Tightrope' - Burnet moth style.

 

Yesterday I visited Old Moor in baking heat and with a specific photographic subject as my target. Despite near de-hydration and heat exhaustion I was successful in my mission and will be posting images of 'THE' subject when I have trawled through the many images made.

 

As the day cooled it seemed to be the signal for 6-SBM's to start copulating. Before this they had been hyperactive, barely sustaining a touchdown before whirling off again. I found four mating pairs.

Once they were settled and preoccupied it made for a very pleasant, rewarding macro session.

(They seemed oblivious of my prying lens!)

 

here's to hyperactive woodland birds .

if anyone is specifically inclined to know which analog era glass performs like this on a contemporary camera , I have a few samples in the link below . They have been uploaded in colour to drive home the point that this glass still delivers one of the best , supple renditions. The copy used is about 35 years old, most of which, it was lying in a warehouse unattended. The glass has no fungal attack or fog to speak of and is built to last. The interesting point here is, if you have a decent digital medium format body and an old school attitude all it takes to kickoff the game without the whistles is about one fourth of the cost that you would spend on a native hyperactive do everything- for everyone- all at once -lens. *

Please enjoy.*

raveemahad.myportfolio.com/a-waltz-unfolds-the-ancient-ink-with-digital-sand

 

Sanderling / calidris alba. Holy Island, Northumberland. 01/06/25.

 

'DAPPER ... TASTIC.'

 

A dapper, hyperactive Sanderling captured busily feeding up for its long journey north. Not a wader I generally see in full breeding plumage, so to come across some in late Spring, was a welcome encounter. Unfortunately none came close enough to make the sort of detailed portraits I would have liked.

Little hyperactive fellow hard to catch.

While no warbler presents easy photographic pickings, the hyperactive Black-and-white in hurried migration is one of the toughest. Magee.

 

EDIT description. AGAIN

 

Xếp hạng 12 chòm sao tự tin nhất:

Hạng 1 : Ma Kết

Hạng 2 : Sư Tử

Hạng 3 : Thiên Yết

Hạng 4: Nhân Mã

Hạng 5 : Song Tử

Hạng 6 : Song Ngư.

 

Xếp hạng 12 chòm sao thông minh nhất:

Hạng 1 : Thiên Bình

Hạng 2 : Thiên Yết

Hạng 3 : Thủy Bình

Hạng : Bạch Dương

Hạng 5 : Song Ngư

Hạng 6 : Sư Tử.

 

Xếp hạng 12 chòm sao kiêu ngạo nhất:

Hạng 1 : Thủy Bình

Hạng 2 : Song Ngư

Hạng 3 : Sư Tử

Hạng 4 : Cự Giải

Hạng 5 : Kim Ngưu

Hạng 6 : Nhân Mã

 

Sau khi kết hôn, sao nữ nào dễ biến thành "cô vợ dữ":

Hạng 1 : Sư Tử

Hạng 2 : Bạch Dương

Hạng 3 : Thiên Yết

Hạng 4 : Song Ngư

Hạng 5 : Thủy Bình.

 

Tính cách 12 chòm sao ứng với nhân vật nào trong Tây Du Ký?

Bạch Dương : Hồng Hài Nhi

Kim Ngưu : Ngưu Ma Vương

Song Tử : Kim Giác Ngân Giác

Cự Giải : Sa Tăng

Sư Tử : Trư Bát Giới

Xử Nữ : Phổ Hiền Bồ Tát

Thiên Bình : Như Lai

Thiên Yết : Tôn Ngộ Không

Nhân Mã: Nhị Lang Thần

Ma Kết : Thái Bạch Kim Tinh

Thủy Bình : Quan Âm Bồ Tát

Song Ngư : Na Tra.

 

Chòm sao không có toan tính nhất trong tình yêu:

Hạng 1 : Xử Nữ

Hạng 2: Nhân Mã

Hạng 3 : Kim Ngưu

Hạng 4 : Bạch Dương

Hạng 5 : Ma Kết

Hạng 6 : Cự Giải.

 

Chòm sao có tâm địa tốt nhất:

Hạng 1 : Song Ngư

Hạng 2 : Thiên Bình

Hạng 3: Nhân Mã

Hạng 4 : Cự Giải.

 

Chòm sao chỉ thiếu tiền nhưng không thiếu yêu:

Song Ngư, Bạch Dương, Ma Kết.

 

Chòm sao chỉ thiếu yêu nhưng không thiếu tiền:

Cự Giải, Xử Nữ, Sư Tử.

 

Chòm sao vừa thiếu tiền, vừa thiếu yêu:

Thiên Yết, Nhân Mã, Thủy Bình.

 

Chòm sao ko những ko thiếu tiền mà cũng ko thiếu yêu:

Song Tử, Thiên Bình, Kim Ngưu

 

Điểm yếu của 12 sao nữ sau khi kết hôn:

Bạch Dương : nữ hoàng gai gốc biến thành cô vợ nhỏ không chủ kiến

Kim Ngưu : cái được cái mất

Song Tử : bị đối phương lấn lướt

Cự Giải : làm trâu làm ngựa

Sư Tử : vì bạn biến đổi 72 kiểu [cái gì đây..]

Xử Nữ : thích nằm mơ giữa ban ngày

Thiên Bình : thục nữ biến thành cô gái ngớ ngẩn

Thiên Yết : không đạt mục tiêu sẽ không từ bỏ

Nhân Mã : không còn vây quanh bên bạn mà là uể oải lo cho bạn

Ma Kết : nữ cường nhân biến thành bà quản gia

Thủy Bình : đơn giản thích một mình

Song Ngư : biến thành bà vợ càm ràm.

 

Chòm sao nữ khiến người con trai như say như tỉnh nhất:

Quán Quân : Thiên Bình (bọn họ chính là những cô công chúa thời hiện đại, số người con trai ngưỡng mộ dưới chân họ đếm không hết)

Á Quân : Thiên Yết (bọn họ có thể không phải là tuyệt thế mỹ nhân, nhưng chỉ cần bọn họ cười và nhìn đến bạn, sẽ để cho bạn hiểu ý nghĩa thật sự về nụ cười, và đôi mắt tình cảm đó đã thành công thâm nhập vào trái tim bạn)

Quý Quân : Thủy Bình (bất luận là trang phục, trang điểm hay hành vi lúc nói chuyện ... đều đã đủ say rồi !)

 

Nhìn chung cả đời của 12 chòm sao:

Bạch Dương : cả đời đều là nóng vội.

Kim Ngưu : cả đời đều là trông giữ.

Song Tử : cả đời đều là lang thang.

Cự Giải : cả đời đều là chờ đợi.

Sư Tử : cả đời đều là khống chế.

Xử Nữ : cả đời đều là đang chuẩn bị.

Thiên Bình : cả đời đều là cân bằng.

Thiên Yết : cả đời đều là suy đoán.

Nhân Mã : Cả đời đều là chơi với chơi.

Ma Kết : cả đời đều là phấn đấu.

Thủy Bình : cả đời đều là dệt mộng.

Song Ngư : cả đời đều không biết làm cái gì ...

 

Nét riêng biệt nhất của 12 chòm sao:

Bạch Dương : bướng bỉnh nhất

Kim Ngưu : hiện thực nhất

Song Tử : ồn ào nhất

Cự Giải : thần kinh nhất

Sư Tử : sĩ diện nhất

Xử Nữ : am tường nhất

Thiên Bình : chính nghĩa nhất

Thiên Yết : không nhìn ra được nhất

Ma Kết : điềm đạm nhất

Thủy Bình : khó hiểu nhất

Song Ngư : thích khóc nhất.

 

Điểm đẹp của 12 chòm sao:

Bạch Dương : hiệu suất

Kim Ngưu : chân thành

Song Tử : linh hoạt

Cự Giải : dịu dàng

Sư Tử : chủ kiến

Xử Nữ : cẩn thận

Thiên Bình : thanh nhã

Thiên Yết : trực giác

Nhân Mã : Rộng rãi

Ma Kết : thành thật

Thủy Bình : chân lý

Song Ngư : tốt bụng

 

Chòm sao đối với người mình yêu "trung thành" nhất:

Quán Quân : Thiên Yết

Á Quân : Ma Kết

Quý Quân : Kim Ngưu

Hạng 4 : Cự Giải

Hạng 5: Nhân Mã

 

Nhất định có thể biến ước mơ thành sự thật với 3 chòm sao hạng cao nhất:

Quán Quân : Thiên Bình

Á Quân : Cự Giải

Quý Quân : Thiên Yết.

 

Chòm sao có cơn giận đáng sợ nhất:

1.Sư Tử

2.Thiên Yết

3. Nhân Mã

4.Ma Kết

5.Thủy Bình .

 

Chòm sao nhiều điểm tốt nhất toàn vũ trụ:

1.Song ngư

2.Xử Nữ

3.Thủy Bình

4.Thiên Bình

5.Cự Giải .

 

Những lời nói dóc kinh điển của 12 sao NAM:

Bạch Dương : cái gì anh cũng có thể đáp ứng cho em.

Kim Ngưu : đều qua đi rồi.

Song Tử : anh đối với em không bao giờ giả dối.

Cự Giải : em thích là được rồi.

Sư Tử : anh sai rồi.

Xử Nữ : anh không để ý đến người khác.

Thiên Bình : em là duy nhất của anh.

Thiên Yết : anh đối với em xin thề.

Nhân Mã : em mặc bộ trang phục này nhìn rất đẹp.

Ma Kết : hết bận rồi anh sẽ ở bên em.

Thủy Bình : anh chỉ nhân dịp tham gia cho vui mà.

Song Ngư : anh lo là em không được vui.

 

Sao NAM nào "Đánh chết" cũng không chịu nói "Anh Yêu Em":

Quán Quân : Kim Ngưu

Á Quân : Bạch Dương

Quý Quân : Thiên Bình.

 

Sao nữ nào "Đánh chết" cũng không chịu nói "Em Yêu Anh":

Quán Quân : Xử Nữ

Á Quân : Nhân Mã

Quý Quân : Thiên Bình

 

Chỉ số "vô tội" của 12 chòm sao:

Thiên Yết, Song Ngư (100%)

Cự Giải (90%)

Kim Ngưu, Sư Tử (80%), Ma Kết (80%)

Bạch Dương (60%)

Song Tử, Xử Nữ, Thiên Bình (50%)

Nhân Mã (40%)

Thủy Bình (0%).

 

12 chòm sao thích hợp với chuyên môn nào nếu làm nhà giáo:

Bạch Dương (dạy Thể Dục)

Kim Ngưu (dạy Vật Lý)

Song Tử (dạy Âm Nhạc)

Cự Giải (dạy Ngoại Ngữ)

Sư Tử (Giám Thị or Chủ Nhiệm)

Xử Nữ (dạy Toán Học)

Thiên Bình (dạy Văn Học)

Thiên Yết (dạy Hóa Học)

Nhân Mã (dạy Địa Lý )

Ma Kết (dạy Chính Trị)

Thủy Bình (dạy Lịch Sử)

Song Ngư (dạy Mỹ Thuật)

 

Khí chất người vợ của 12 chòm sao nữ:

* Người vợ hiền từ nhất

Quán Quân : Cự Giải, Á Quân : Song Ngư, Quý Quân : Ma Kết.

 

* Người vợ dễ thương nhất

Quán Quân : Nhân Mã, Á Quân : Song Tử, Quý Quân : Thủy Bình.

 

* Người vợ ưu tú , trang nhã nhất

Quán Quân : Thiên Bình, Á Quân : Xử Nữ, Quý Quân : Kim Ngưu.

 

* Người vợ lãng mạn nhất

Quán Quân : Sư Tử, Á Quân : Bạch Dương, Quý Quân : Thiên Yết.

 

Sức mê hoặc của 12 sao NAM:

Bạch Dương : mạnh mẽ và thẳng thắn

Kim Ngưu : hành sự cẩn trọng và bác học

Song Tử : phong thái cười đùa và thông minh

Cự Giải : đầy tính trách nhiệm và dịu dàng

Sư Tử : tính tình bá đạo nhưng rộng lượng

Xử Nữ : cẩn thận, tinh tế và đáng yêu

Thiên Bình : phong độ đẹp trai có khí chất

Thiên Yết : chủ nghĩa cố chấp nhưng chung tình

Nhân Mã: Vui vẻ, hòa đồng và hào phóng

Ma Kết : hoạch định tính toán đúng và hiệu quả

Thủy Bình : nghe lời, thuận theo lại chu đáo

Song Ngư : lương thiện hiểu ý và chân thành.

  

Xếp hạng 12 chòm sao không có tình yêu sẽ tự vỗ tay cho là hay:

Quán Quân : Thủy Bình

Á Quân : Thiên Bình

Quý Quân : Song Tử

Hạng 4 : Ma Kết

Hạng 5 : Sư Tử

Hạng 6 : Xử Nữ

Hạng 7 : Thiên Yết

Hạng 8 : Song Ngư

Hạng 9 : Nhân Mã

Hạng 10 : Cự Giải

Hạng 11 : Kim Ngưu

Hạng 12 : Bạch Dương.

 

Xếp hạng 12 chòm sao sẽ làm người khác vui nhất:

Hạng 1 : Song Tử (lời nói ngọt ngào, cử chỉ đáng yêu nhất).

Hạng 2 : Thiên Bình (bầu không khí sẽ lãng mạn nhất).

Hạng 3 : Song Ngư (dịu dàng như nước, nắm lấy tay bạn cùng đùa nghịch)

Hạng 4 : Sư Tử (mua vật phẩm quý giá tặng bạn).

Hạng 5 : Nhân Mã (hài hước).

Hạng 6 : Kim Ngưu (dùng mỹ thực đi "dụ" đối phương).

Hạng 7 : Bạch Dương (đối với bạn rộng rãi).

Hạng 8 : Thủy Bình (tình cờ tạo ra bất ngờ).

Hạng 9 : Thiên Yết (dịu dàng tế nhị).

Hạng 10 : Cự Giải (để tình cảm trong lòng)

Hạng 11 : Xử Nữ (hàm súc)

Hạng 12 : Ma Kết (buồn bã giấu kín)

 

12 chòm sao ai là "vua ghen" trong các vua ghen:

Thiên Bình ★

Sư Tử, Song Tử, Ma Kết ★★

Nhân Mã, Bạch Dương, Thủy Bình ★★★

Song Ngư, Kim Ngưu, Xử Nữ, Thiên Yết ★★★★

Cự Giải ★★★★★

 

12 chòm sao lúc đói bụng:

Bạch Dương (ăn cái gì dễ dàng thuận tiện)

Kim Ngưu (muốn ăn và ăn nhiều)

Song Tử (tự mình làm để ăn ngon hơn)

Cự Giải (không bao giờ tự mình ra tay)

Sư Tử (đi đến quán ăn)

Xử Nữ (không ăn ngon thà nhịn đói)

Thiên Bình (ngủ rồi thì không đói nữa)

Thiên Yết (ăn cái gì dinh dưỡng no được)

Nhân Mã (ăn linh tinh)

Ma Kết (có gì ăn nấy)

Thủy Bình (khiêu chiến với cơn đói rất giỏi)

Song Ngư (xem tình yêu đam mê như thức ăn)

 

Chòm sao bề ngoài khờ khạo, bên trong tinh tường

Hạng 1 : Kim Ngưu

Hạng 2 : Nhân Mã

Hạng 3 : Xử Nữ.

 

Chòm sao bề ngoài tinh tường, bên trong khờ khạo

Hạng 1 : Bạch Dương

Hạng 2 : Song Tử

Hạng 3 : Thủy Bình.

 

Chòm sao bề ngoài tinh tường, bên trong cũng tinh tường

Hạng 1 : Thiên Yết

Hạng 2 : Song Ngư

Hạng 3 : Sư Tử.

 

Chòm sao bề ngoài khờ khạo, bên trong cũng khờ khạo

Hạng 1 : Ma Kết

Hạng 2 : Cự Giải

Hạng 3 : Thiên Bình

 

3 đại "siêu" sao có đầy đủ rắc rối trong đời (sao nam & sao nữ):

Quán Quân : Thiên Bình

Á Quân : Cự Giải

Quý Quân : Song Ngư

 

Sao NAM cam tâm tình nguyện vì "bà xã" mà bán mạng kiếm tiền:

Quán Quân : Kim Ngưu

Á Quân : Thiên Yết

Quý Quân : Thiên Bình

Hạng 4 : Xử Nữ

Hạng 5 : Ma Kết.

 

Tình yêu trong mắt 12 chòm sao

Bạch Dương (yêu chính là trong sáng).

Kim Ngưu (yêu chính là bền bỉ).

Song Tử (yêu chính là thông hiểu).

Cự Giải (yêu chính là tận tâm).

Sư Tử (yêu chính là kỳ tích).

Xử Nữ (yêu chính là thuần khiết).

Thiên Bình (yêu chính là ưu nhã).

Thiên Yết (yêu chính là cuồng nhiệt).

Nhân Mã (yêu chính là thành thật).

Ma Kết (yêu chính là nhiệt thành).

Thủy Bình (yêu chính là bao dung).

Song Ngư (yêu chính là đồng cảm).

 

Xếp hạng 12 chòm sao mê đọc sách nhất

Quán Quân : Song Tử

Á Quân : Thủy Bình

Quý Quân : Song Ngư

Hạng 4 : Sư Tử

Hạng 5 : Cự Giải

Hạng 6 : Xử Nữ

Hạng 7 : Nhân Mã

Hạng 8 : Thiên Yết

Hạng 9 : Thiên Bình

Hạng 10 : Ma Kết

Hạng 11 : Bạch Dương

Hạng 12 : Kim Ngưu

 

Sự trân trọng tình yêu suốt đời của các chòm sao

Song Ngư (si tâm trao ra mà không cần hồi báo)

Song Tử (nguyện vì người mình yêu mà thu xếp tính cố chấp và tín nhiệm của bản thân)

Nhân Mã (chòm sao hướng đến tự do nhưng cũng sẽ vì yêu mà làm kén trói buộc mình)

Xử Nữ (trong lòng chòm sao này chỉ có gia đình và trách nhiệm)

Cự Giải (có rất nhiều vợ hiền, mẹ tốt đều là người chòm sao này)

Thiên Bình (hài hòa tao nhã, không bao giờ có chuyện chấp nhặt, xem thường)

Thiên Yết (1 lòng tình thâm)

Thủy Bình (hiểu và cảm thông)

 

Sao nữ được tập hợp nhiều sự nuông chiều nhất

Quán Quân : Thiên Bình

Á Quân : Thiên Yết

Quý Quân : Ma Kết

Hạng 4 : Xử Nữ.

 

Chòm sao sẽ là người chồng ngoan, người vợ thảo

Quán Quân : Cự Giải

Á Quân : Kim Ngưu

Quý Quân : Nhân Mã

Hạng 4 : Song Tử

 

Chòm sao khi yêu dễ bị bắt nạt, chịu bực mình

Quán Quân : Cự Giải

Á Quân : Sử Tử

Quý Quân: Thiên Yết

Hạng 4 : Song Tử.

 

Chòm sao nữ để cho người con trai cảm thấy hạnh phúc nhất

Quán Quân : Song Ngư

Quý Quân : Thiên Bình

Á Quân : Cự Giải

Hạng 4 : Bạch Dương

Hạng 5 : Kim Ngưu

Hạng 6: Nhân Mã

Hạng 7 : Thủy Bình

Hạng 8 : Sư Tử

Hạng 9 : Thiên Yết

Hạng 10 : Song Tử

Hạng 11 : Ma Kết

Hạng 12 : Xử Nữ

 

Thường thích động tay động chân, có khả năng mắc triệu chứng ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder - chứng Thiếu Sự Tập Trung Lâu Dài)

Quán Quân : Nhân Mã

Á Quân : Bạch Dương

Quý Quân : Sư Tử

Hạng 4 : Thiên Bình

Hạng 5 : Thủy Bình

Hạng 6 : Kim Ngưu

Hạng 7 : Song Ngư

Hạng 8 : Song Tử

Hạng 9 : Thiên Yết

Hạng 10 : Cự Giải

Hạng 11 : Xử Nữ

Hạng 12 : Ma Kết

 

Đối với bạn bè luôn nhiệt thành, vì bằng hữu tình nguyện hy sinh

Quán Quân : Song Ngư

Á Quân : Xử Nữ

Quý Quân : Cự Giải

Hạng 4 : Song Tử

Hạng 5 : Thiên Yết

Hạng 6 : Thiên Bình

 

Dễ dàng bị tổn thương vì lời nói của người khác

Quán Quân : Song Tử

Á Quân : Song Ngư

Quý quân : Thiên Yết

Hạng 4 : Xử Nữ

Hạng 5 : Ma Kết

 

Tranh luận với chòm sao nào sẽ không bao giờ thắng họ ?

Hạng 1 : Song Tử

Hạng 2 : Xử Nữ

Hạng 3 : Thiên Bình

Hạng 4 : Thiên Yết

Hạng 5 : Nhân Mã

Hạng 6 : Thủy Bình

Hạng 7 : Bạch Dương

Hạng 8 : Sư Tử

Hạng 9 : Song Ngư

Hạng 10 : Ma Kết

Hạng 11 : Cự Giải

Hạng 12 : Kim Ngưu

 

12 chòm sao lúc bị bệnh, bị cảm

Bạch Dương (ngủ khò khò)

Kim Ngưu (muốn có người bên cạnh)

Song Tử (cảm thấy rất khó chịu)

Cự Giải (muốn ở nhà nghỉ ngơi)

Sư Tử (mất hết oai phong)

Xử Nữ (nghe theo lời bác sĩ)

Thiên Bình (hy vọng có bạn bè bên cạnh)

Thiên Yết (...)

Nhân Mã (tự làm mình vui)

Ma Kết (nhân cơ hội có thể nghỉ ngơi)

Thủy Bình (nhớ những lúc hoạt động chạy nhảy)

Song Ngư (yếu ớt tội nghiệp)

 

Tính cách ẩn tàng của 12 chòm sao

Xử Nữ (háo sắc)

Ma Kết (lãng mạn)

Thiên Bình (nhỏ mọn)

Song Ngư (máu lạnh)

Thủy Bình (hạ mình cúi đầu)

Thiên Yết (dễ cảm động)

Sư Tử (để ý người khác)

Song Tử (nước mắt bí mật)

Nhân Mã (có trật tự)

Bạch Dương (thích làm việc nhà)

Cự Giải (có tính mạo hiểm

Kim Ngưu (ăn gian)

 

Biểu hiện lúc giận của 12 sao nữ

Bạch Dương : ném những thứ xung quanh, la hét.

Kim Ngưu : bịt tai không muốn nghe gì hết.

Song Tử : cằn nhằn, cãi bướng.

Cự Giải : nước mắt không ngừng chảy.

Sư Tử : bỏ đi không muốn quay lại.

Xử Nữ : lạnh lùng nhìn bạn như cái gai trong mắt.

Thiên Bình : không để cái sai của người khác trút lên người mình.

Thiên Yết: Gương mặt không cảm xúc, lườm bạn, nhìn chòng chọc bạn.

Nhân Mã: Có khuynh hướng buông ra những lời lỗ mãng.

Ma Kết : làm thinh, không nói 1 lời.

Thủy Bình : phải nói cho rõ ràng mọi chuyện.

Song Ngư : vừa khóc vừa giả tội nghiệp.

 

Bệnh Lạ của 12 Chòm Sao Nữ

Bạch Dương (sắc mặt nói đổi là đổi)

Kim Ngưu (công phu giữ chặt khó buông)

Song Tử (diễn xuất tài ba)

Cự Giải (nhớ nhiều chuyện lặt vặt)

Sư Tử (nhiều lý lẽ)

Xử Nữ (cảm giác bản thân quá mập)

Thiên Bình (thích mới nới cũ)

Thiên Yết (suy đoán suy đoán)

Nhân Mã (thiếu cảm giác vị trí)

Ma Kết (không biết cái gì gọi là dịu dàng)

Thủy Bình (quá tùy ý)

Song Ngư (thích giả đáng yêu)

 

Sao nữ cho dù tình trường có đào hoa cũng tuyệt đối không đổi

Hạng 1 (Bạch Dương)

Hạng 2 (Ma Kết)

Hạng 3 (Xử Nữ)

Hạng 4 (Sư Tử)

Hạng 5 (Kim Ngưu)

 

Sao nữ không phải không thật lòng, nhưng thích chơi tình yêu "đa giác" nhất

Quán Quân : Song Ngư

Á Quân : Thủy Bình

Quý Quân : Song Tử

- Abraham Lincoln.

 

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One word that describes my mother perfectly would be relentless. As a child, I was pretty hyperactive, and she was the person I always remember after my sister and me, keeping us on the straight and narrow. My dad had a demanding career and used to travel a lot, so she was our primary parent, and I guess the quote is more than apt in my life except maybe the angel part as far as I know she was a total badass.

 

I hope you all enjoy my image from Cabrillo beach Los Angeles, CA…

Pardalotus striatus

 

Not hard birds to see, but in my experience getting decent shots of one was far from easy! They are very small and hyperactive, mind :)

Jumping Spider with the Raynox DCR250

 

I love jumping spiders, and most commonly capture images of them using my Nikon D610 & Sigma 150mm macro however, lately i have wanted to get images with the spiders a little bit closer but had reached the limits of my macro lens (approx 1:1 magnification). As a result I decided to try the Raynox DCR250 super macro conversion lens which acts as a magnifier for your camera lens. This was my first attempt at capturing an image of a VERY hyperactive jumping spider. The spider was not harmed in the taking of the photo, and I managed to capture about 4 - 5 shots which was focus stacked using Helicon Focus before being processed with Topaz Sharpen, and being more comprehensively edited in Luminar 4 (using AI Structure, and AI Enhance).

 

There are a few issues with the photo, mainly relating to; 1. How quickly the spider was moving, 2. Depth of field, and 3. Reflections from the lens. The EXIF / shot data was 1/800 sec, f/5.6, ISO 640. LOTS more practice is needed to get used to the tiny depth of field and moving animals (I do microscopy so depth of field is not a major issue, just the movement of the spider creates additional challenges).

 

 

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A hyperactive little king crowned in yellow. Lake St. Clair.

Man glaubt net, wieviel der eigentlich frisst...er müsste dicker als Harry sein. Er is nur a bisserl hyperactive.

Looking pathetic... when he's not completely hyperactive. He thinks he's a lap dog, but he can't sit still for even 30 seconds. It's amazing that he sat still long enough for me to get this shot.

 

Olympus OM2n + 40/2 Zuiko + Lomo Color 100.

These Ruby-crowned Kinglets are tough little birds to photograph. They are extremely hyperactive and just when you think you've got one in your sights - they move on. This one isolated on a perch for more than its usual 1/2 nanosecond.

Always entertaining with their hyperactive style of feeding, these medium-sized herons are really only common in two locations in Orange County, CA: Bolsa Chica Ecological Reserve, and the greater area around the Santa Ana River mouth. This was one of two we found at Bolsa Chica earlier this week.

Bombus lucorum (Hellgelbe Erdhummel, white-tailed bumblebee) on lavandula angustifolia, Leoben, Steiermark, Austria.

Although seen all year, blue tits have an affinity with springtime, hopping busily among blossom-laden branches, wearing pale-yellow and blue plumage that seems to echo the season’s cheering daffodils and bluebells. Small, fluffy-looking and hyperactive, their restless activity has its own charm — but it’s also practical, keeping them alert to predators, particularly sparrowhawks.

Blue Tit - These hyperactive little beauties can be seen all year round here in the UK.

During the spring, they will be constantly be on the move among blossom-laden branches searching for insects and spiders. When nesting they feed mostly caterpillars to their young. Despite their restless activity it is also quite practical as it will keep them alert to predators, particularly Sparrowhawks.

The blue-gray gnatcatcher (Polioptila caerulea) is a tiny, energetic songbird, weighing only about .25 oz, found across North America. Its slate-blue upperparts, white underbelly, and long, expressive tail with white outer feathers define it. Often seen flitting through open woodlands, shrublands, or gardens, it flicks its tail to flush out small insects, its primary food. Its high-pitched, nasal "spee" calls and soft, warbling songs are distinctive. Breeding in the U.S. and migrating to Central America in winter, it builds intricate, lichen-covered nests. This hyperactive little bird’s agility and subtle beauty make it a delight for birders.

 

I usually encounter gnatcatchers in small family groups, but this juvenile was solitary. Still has some fuzz on its head.

 

Our beautiful world, pass it on.

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andromeda_Galaxy

 

Unfortunately I'm injured cause i've broke my fibula / ankle on my last trip to the Alps, and since i'm confined to bed, hyperactive as I am, I didnìt wait a second to try to apply the new processing technique, and i've started reprocessing some of my old shot to view the improvement with my new workflow that mitigate so much noise, and well :) seems working fine!

 

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i've not added new shot, still the same stack of 2-3 July 2016, badly processed with too much noise, saturation and color tones:

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tech specs: Canon eos 600D full spectrum and 80/480mm super-apo triplet on a HEQ5 mount (about 1h of total exposure time @1600 iso)

Cugn di Goria, Colle di Sampeyre, Italian western alps

  

Giant Parrot Snake - (Leptophis ahaetulla) is a diurnal snake with a broad distribution in Central America. True to its name it is one of if not the largest species of Parrot snake attaining lengths of up to 88.6 inches (225cm).

These are very fast snakes which utilize their cryptic coloration and quick movements to avoid predators and to sneak up on their favorite prey item sleeping tree frogs. Tree frogs are primarily nocturnal and more alert at night than in the daytime whereas these snakes are only active during the day.

 

On my first night at Jungla Del Jaguar in Costa Rica I went for a night hike on one of the trails there. It was pretty dry and I didn't find much at all but scared up some big mammal (maybe a tapir) and felt like I had other animals creeping around me in the thick vegetation. Puma sightings are quite common here and Jaguars are also known for the area so it was a little scary to be hiking on my own in the jungle in an area I hadn't even seen in the daytime yet. I had recovered from getting Covid just before our trip and hiking wore me out much faster than usual. I was also note use to the very high humidity which soaked my clothes.

 

Ultimately, I gave up on that trail after only seeing a few common rain frogs. On my way back to the Lodge I decided to walk the edge of an open area and shine the trees for sleeping snakes. Several kinds of snakes including parrot snakes can be found curled up in vegetation at night and their bellies reflect pretty brightly in a flashlight beam making them relatively easy to spot. After hiking for hours and not seeing anything it was surprising how quickly I spotted a parrot snake in a tree on the edge of this open area right by the lodge. I was able to gently pull the tree branch down it was resting on and capture the snake. It was at this point that I realized I had forgotten to bring my flash with me on the hike. So I bagged the snake up so I could take photos of it the next day and release it where it was found.

 

I had a good photo session with the snake the next day. Fast hyperactive snakes like this one can be a challenge to photograph and require some handling to try and get them to hold still for a second or two. While handling this one it repaid me by bighting me and getting its rear fangs right through my work glove which surprised me a bit. Now these snakes are not venomous their rear fangs are used to hang on to slippery amphibian prey items only. However, their saliva does have an anti-coagulant and probably some other attributes that help them in digesting prey. The anticoagulant properties were readily evident as the small little puncture wounds bled pretty freely but nothing a tight bandaid couldn't fix. Some people have reported some slight tingling or numbness, but I felt none of that.

 

Parrot snakes are one of my favorite kinds of snakes to find in Latin America and I was very happy that my first snake of the trip started off with this species. I had found a Giant Parot snake sleeping even higher in a tree last time I was in Costa Rica and posted about that last year. This individual was a bit smaller than the animal I found last year but neither of them were even half the size they can get to.

  

In an age of hyperactive, loud and often obnoxious children its a delight to be around little Tia, a joyful quietly spoken, not shy, well mannered beautiful spirit. She is the daughter of my niece and no surprise that she is so much like her mother.

En fin de journée, après des heures d'hyperactivité !

 

At the end of the day, after hours of hyperactivity

A hyperactive Scarlet Honeyeater which was determined to keep plenty of cover between us!

This bird was one of those I was most keen to see during my trip to Ecuador in October 2025. Its bright colors and golden wings attracted me, of course, but that's not all. There was also its apparent difference and uniqueness among the tyrannidae family to which it belongs, as well as its rarity and limited distribution, mainly in Ecuador at the base of the Andes on the eastern slope up to 1,400 m. All this explains the title of the publication (best species X golden wings).

 

I took the photo at an altitude of 1,300 m in the excellent Narupayacu reserve. Before photographing it, I watched the little nesting family bustling around the hide, when I realized what a tiny and hyperactive bird it is, meaning it will be difficult to capture on camera. So it's not the best photo, but I'm fine with it nonetheless, especially considering the low light conditions at the time of my observation.

 

Golden-winged Tody-Flycatcher (Poecilotriccus calopterus, french : Todirostre à ailes d'or), taken at Narupayacu Hummingbird Garden, Napo Province Ecuador.

  

Dunlin / calidris alpina. Titchwell, Norfolk. 23/10/21.

 

Adult Dunlin wading through soft, gloopy mud as it looks for food. A hyperactive feeder and one of a small, mixed age flock.

 

BEST VIEWED LARGE.

Starlings from Europe were introduced for insect control to North America, South Africa, Australia and New Zealand, and are still spreading at 22 km/year in Argentina. They have iridescent purple and green feathers tipped with white spots, but appear black at a distance. Large flocks roost communally at traditional sites, spreading out to pasture and urban feeding grounds each day. One of the commonest garden birds, starlings are easily recognised by their noisy, hyperactive behaviour. They are resident throughout New Zealand on open country, including most offshore islands.

 

Source: www.nzbirdsonline.org.nz/species/common-starling

I was hoping to find a canyon wren at Oak Creek Wildlife Area, Yakima County, Washington but found this hyperactive little Pacific wren. Hiked about 1 mile of road. Snow after about .9 mile and turned around shortly after that. Weather was cloudy and cool and I even saw a couple of snowflakes. According to the calendar spring has arrived. IMG_4378

My first attempt in aquarium photography trying to overcome unique challenges that you won’t find pretty much anywhere else. The combination of the low-light without a tripod, thick & dirty glass, hyperactive kids, and floating debris can make getting a good shot a challenge.

 

This will be part of a series of my aquatic photography collection.

Cut off from the sea by the suspicious port authorities in Shanghai it seemed that the only way I was going to get out of China was overland. This was my ticket.

 

In Shanghai I had inquired of every traveler I met about the path ahead of me. I had heard tales of this magnificent and exotic railway adventure before... they called it the greatest railway journey on earth. The longest stretch of steel rail ever layed.

 

An Australian traveller named Mark told me that he had heard that there was a guy in Beijing who could get me a ticket.

 

I asked Mark how I could find this guy in Beijing. He said just go there and ask for 'The Crocodile.' Just go to a city of some ten million souls and ask for 'The Crocodile'? It sounded almost insane to me.

 

Ditching Mark after he made moves on my Chinese girlfriend and ditching my Chinese girlfriend after she got all worked up when a soldier who was following me took a picture of us together on the riverfront... I understood her fear in that time of Tienenmen Square and I knew it was time once again to get moving. It was time to move north to Beijing... the city they once called Peking.

 

Tsu Tsu Mei was a nice girl. She had told me to call her Eleanor... because that was what she called her 'American name.' I couldn't do it because she just didn't look like an Eleanor to me... I always called her Tsu Tsu Mei. And I think that she really liked that I did... it would have been easier to call her Eleanor I'm sure... but each time I called her 'Tsu Tsu Mei' she gave me this look... it started with a big warm vulnerable smile that made it seem to me that she was melting inside with warm thoughts and shaking knees.

 

That look always made me want to scoop her up in my arms and give her the same feelings right back. Whenever I said her name and got that look... it just kind of summed everything up right there in that moment. I really liked that. Sometimes I wished that it had gone farther but the way it ended is why I have the memories I do... and I hope she does too... we never hurt each other... never not once... it was the hard and cold government of an opressive authoritarian regime that broke both of our hearts there in Shanghai. It wasn't either of us... it wasn't our fault.

 

I was with Mark the Australian when I met Tsu Tsu Mei... we were tooling around Shanghai and we had just gotten on the bus after a tour of the Shanghai Waterpipe Factory Number Seven where I had just purchased a fine example of a brass opium waterpipe. We had seen the place while riding the bus and jumped off... the factory was really happy to have foreigners tour the place. I couldn't believe that there were at least six other water bong factories in Shanghai. Somehow we had found the seventh.

 

As foreigners we were pretty much used to talking in english right in front of people knowing full well that they couldn't follow our conversation... especially the slang riddled prose we frequently used. When Tsu Tsu Mei got on the bus and stood next to me I turned to Mark and said "man she is the most beautiful Chinese woman I have ever seen."

 

Before Mark could agree... Tsu Tsu Mei let me know that she appreciated the compliment... she smiled and said "thank you" in perfect english.

 

Shocked that my subterfuge was exposed at first I was a little embarassed... until Mark took that half of a second to start in on her. No way I thought... I was the one who paid the compliment... I was going to be putting the moves on Tsu Tsu Mei. I'm not sure Australian guys understand the concept of a good 'wing man' but Mark sure had some learnin' to do. He needed to watch the movie 'Top Gun' and take some notes.

 

Tsu Tsu Mei and I arranged to meet later that night in downtown Shanghai and proceeded to become great friends. She even took me to meet her parents... Norman Tsu... the first deaf technical drafting instructor in all of China and his 'deaf wife Janie.'

 

Tsu Tsu Mei's father Norman was sent to the United States to study technical drafting in the fifties. He went to Gaudellet University and he confided in me that he really liked it... that he didn't want to come back to China... he stopped writing home and corresponding with the government... he wanted to drift away... but they corralled his mother who was a widow by this time... and they made her write Norman a letter that made it really clear that it was in her best interests that Norman return to China. That's how China got its first deaf technical drafting instructor. Or how they got him back.

 

Norman always referred to his wife as 'My deaf wife.' Both of them were deaf and we passed notes to each other over a marvellous dinner... while Tsu tsu Mei just kept smiling at me and at her parents... unbelievable food Normans deaf wife cooked. It was a feast... and not the Chinese food I was used to... this was exotic and unknown to me. The Tsu's really went out and they've been in my thoughts many times since then.

 

The Tsu family was really good to me and things were moving right along with Tsu Tsu Mei too until that soldier decided that he'd turn our little hand holding session on the Shanghai riverfrint into a Kodak moment. I had seen that guy following me before... he was the tallest Chinaman I'd ever seen... a full head above the rest of the general population. I found great amusement in shagging him... going into a store and going out the back door. It was really like a game. Still... he always found me... he was on me for days there in Shanghai. And after he took that picture I realized that my company with Tsu Tsu Mei wasn't looked upon favorably by the authorities. She was terrified of the repurcussions. I knew that was it... I wasn't going to get her or her family inot any trouble. I was going to get out of Shanghai.

 

I purchased a train ticket on a sleeper train for the seventeen hour ride from Shanghai to Beijing. How was it that I could go to a city the size of Beijing almost a thousand miles to the north and find this man called 'The Crocodile' simply by asking? It seemed completely insane... but such was the world I found myself in this year... for me, 1990 was the year of living insanely.

 

After seventeen hours of watching China slide by through the window accompanied by the soundtrack of nonstop kung fu videos on the train's television sets, I stepped off the carriage in Beijing, China's capital city. Which was a godsend because I could not have taken one more of those videos. The Chinese truly love them... they must be a part of their national identity... the way that the Japanese love Godzilla. Godzilla was a mechanism that helped the Japanese to cope with their loss of World War Two and the painful shock of getting Nuked twice. Even though Godzilla always stomps their cities to pieces they always triumph. It's like a morality tale with them.

 

When I was living in Osaka someone who worked in the studio that made the Godzilla movies decided to borrow the costume and wear it to a party where he caused it to be damaged to the tune of a hundred and seventy five thousand dollars. I wish I was at that party. Hanging out with the Nigerians. That would have been epic.

 

The first european looking guy I saw in Beijing... I stopped him as was my custom in the orient and inquired of the conditions and opportunities there in this new city. Blonde hair in China or Japan had always meant 'help desk' to me. We vagabonds and adventurers always stuck together and usually became instant friends as long as there wasn't a woman involved.

 

Then I asked him if he had ever heard of 'The Crocodile.'

 

He said that he would take me to see him right now. Right then. Right there. Unbelievable. I'm not kidding. No shit. I couldn't believe it either.

 

I had found 'The Crocodile.'

 

The man walked me to a hotel a few blocks away from the railroad station. It was an old building that looked straight out of the 1920's, like just about every other building in Beijing. You could see that it was really beautiful at one time... maybe even opulent or exclusive... but it, like anything else that was once beautiful or opulent, it seemed to fall into despair and decay under the custodianship of the communists. That was the way pretty much all of Beijing looked. With brown air and trees and bushes that were different from all those I had even known. I always notice the trees and bushes in a new city. Here on the other side of the world the plant life and the vegetation was odd to me... just unusual enough to stick out in my mind.

 

The man knocked on the door and we were answered by a nice looking blonde woman on her early twenties. She looked kind of pissed off but invited us in still. My guide just turned around and left with little more than a gesture to the woman. I followed her into the room.

 

It had become a bit of a self entertainment for me to wonder why the man I was seeking should be called "The Crocodile." It intrigued me from the moment I had heard it and in my mind I came up with all sorts of reasons for the nickname. None of them pleasant.

 

The room was an illustration in contrasts... inside "The Crocodile" had rented two rooms... he knocked down the wall that had seperated them and completely remolded it. This guy was livin' cush. He sat on the edge of his bed playing with the tv remote control as if it had befuddled him... I could tell from body language that his girlfriend and he had just been fighting.

 

"The Crocodile" stood up and turned around to face me... the guy must have been six and a half feet tall... and immediately I could see why they called him "The Crocodile."

 

He wore these braces on his teeth... the largest mass of metal I've ever seen in a persons mouth. Communist braces aren't very pretty... but these... "The Crocodiles" mouth looked like it had been installed by a blacksmith... an angry, drunken blacksmith. Like hammered bars of hot metal hand forged around each of his teeth.

 

I had to make myself stop staring as he got right down to business. Croc asked me when I wanted to leave... he said he had one ticket and he wanted a hundred and ten bucks American for it. There'd be no negotiating I could tell that right away. I had a feeling that if I tried that he'd have just relieved me of all my dough right there. Probably my gear too.

 

We were in a bit of a funny situation for a couple of reasons... I thought the ticket looked fake... it looked worse than some of the permits and passes I'd forged in school. I didn't have a visa to enter Russia... and I didn't carry that kind of currency in US dollars. I wasn't too sure that the Russians would actually be too excited about me coming to their country either. When I expressed this to "The Crocodile" he laughed a powerful and boisterous laugh and told me not to worry about it... he'd just gimme the ticket on good faith... so I could try and get a visa and cash a travellers check or something to come up with the Dollars he wanted. Besides he said "I know where your seat is and when you'll be leaving and if you fuck me I'll kill you" after which he laughed another deep laugh and gave me a half hug. "I want my money by next week he said." and walked me to the door where he said goodbye and his girlfriend gave me another dirty look.

 

That was it. Absolutely fucking unbelievable. I'm in Beijing less than two hours and I found my guy and I got my ticket. Now I just needed a visa from the Soviet Consulate. He'd also tell me there if the ticket was real I figured.

 

But right now I needed a place to stay. That would have to be my first order of business. The Croc's hotel seemed a little too luxurious for my budget... I needed something 'dumpier.' Something where my kind'd fit in you know?

 

I walked out of the hotel and on to the street... pausing for a moment to take a breath of the sulfery yellow tinged air and feel the pulse of the street there...a moment to let the vibe of it all sink in. I could have gone left or I could have gone right but it really didn't matter because I had no idea where I was going anyway. It's like a rule with me... like walking on the upwind side of the street because that's where all the paper money blows. Go left.

 

My friend Joel... the guy who'd saved my ass from the knife weilding Yakuza that pressed certain death into my throat in that bar in Osaka... he told me that he went insane and that he would hear these voices in his head that always said the same thing... "look to the left Joel." If he wasn't crazy already he said that those voices would do it... he never understood the meaning of it. Stupid voices in your head... they never tell you anything good... like "stay away from that one... she's trouble." They're always all cryptic. You gotta try to figure them out and break the code. Joel said the lithium they gave him pretty much shut the voices down. I never had heard voices though. It would probably be fun for a day or two... just to see what they would say. I think if I had voices they would sound like Vincent Price on LSD.

 

So I went left after I walked out of the Crocodile's hotel. I usually always go left when I got no idea but this time I was especially glad I did.

 

I get about a block and right there smack dab... badda bing... I run into this guy I lived with in Osaka Japan... Mike Levine... a Jewish guy from Jersey. He had let me borrow a pair of his shoes because I could find any in my size in Japan. Mike's got this big smile on his face as he sees me... we hug and slap each others backs and talk about the fight that got me thrown out of the university in Japan that we both went to.

 

Mike gave me directions to a suitably dumpy hotel and we parted ways.

 

Walking down the street I saw a couple of American girls... who turned out to be two really granola looking lesbian backpackers from Nebraska.

 

I stopped them there and asked them where they were staying... they said they had no idea... I invited them to share a hotel room with me if we could find one... plus the thought of girl on girl action sounded like really good fun to me. I felt like I was really going to like Beijing. It seemed like an easy city. Things were looking good.

 

Was this my lucky day or what?

 

Shit, I been here for like two hours... I already met the guy I came to meet, had a ticket for the Trans Siberian, hooked up with two lesbians and there we found a three dollar a night hotel. Six yuan a night for each of us. What more greatness could god bestow on me? Another lesbian? A blind supermodel? That would just be asking too much I thought. Lady Luck, I've always said, she was indeed a friend of mine.

 

Never look a gift horse in the mouth they say... so I unpacked my gear in the hotel room... every bit of it... and spread it all around. I always unpack fully so if I get robbed they can't just take one bag and split... they gotta work for it... then I unscrew all the lightbulbs in the room so they gotta have a flashlight to do it well... and then I make some loud noise making booby trap... like a pyramid of empty beer cans behind the door... then they gotta have nerves of steel to finish the job. Never got robbed once. Never. I have come home more than a few times affected by some intoxicant or another and fallen vicim to my own booby traps though. It always scared the beejesus out of me.

 

The Nebraska lesbians unpacked too.

 

Time to get out of here... It was time to go have a look at Beijing.

 

I left the hotel in a hurry and jumped on the first bus I saw... it didn't matter where the bus was going...I didn't care... I was sure that I hadn't been there anyway. That's the great thing about exploring like that. A new city... just go anywhere. It's all new.

 

Sitting on the bus I was of course the only westerner riding it. The Chinese weren't as polite as the Japanese and they would just stare at you forever... sometimes with mouth agape even... and I found myself very much the center of attention... the center of attention was something I really didn't want to be. I kinda wanted to blend in really. That was going to be tough.

 

I started having what could only be described as auditory hallucinations on that bus... that happened alot to me in China... but right there it was bad... the cacaphony of Chinese voices started to filter itself out in my hyperactive mind and become english... I could understand things sometimes... I was certain that people were commenting on how intoxicated I was... they all knew it... they were all talking about me... looking at me... 'Is that American guy drunk out of his gourd or what?' I had to get off that bus. The sweat was pouring from my pores. It was getting to be more than uncomfortable... it was unbearable.

 

The next stop was my stop no matter where it might be... soon as it stopped I jumped off that bus so fast... I didn't even have a clue as to where I was... and I didn't care. Away from that hash house hotel and off of that bus...I just wanted my own little piece of contraband free real estate where I could sit and watch China go by and make amusing comments in my head to entertain myself.

 

This was my stop.

 

Before me was layed an enormous plaza... I had never seen such a large paved public space. It was gigantic enough it looked like you could lay down and land a 747 in it if you went from one corner to the next. It was so big and vast that the smog of Beijing obscured the other side of it from me. I didn't know what this place was, but it made me feel realy small... insignificant actually... which was precisely how I wanted to feel.

 

I stood at Tienenmen Square.

 

This was the old Beijing... the one that used to be before the extremely systematic exploitation of cheap labor turned the place into a giant pachinko parlor... this was the dirty, dusty and gritty beijing where products were pulled around on wagons by teams of horses who shit big piles in the streets that you'd go straight over the handlebars of your bicycle if you didn't look where you were going. I'd seen it.

 

This was the Beijing where the streets seemed impossibly large considering no one really owned a car... the Beijing where the old people all wore those navy blue or black or gray kung fu outfits and walked around stooping with their hands clasped behind their backs as if some ultimate power had ordered them to for all time.

 

This was the square in Beijing where less than a year had passed since thousands of students took a chance to try and change their world... this was the Beijing where tanks had rolled over them without mercy and their bodies were torn apart by the callousness of lead flying around at ballisticly high speeds and cruel random trajectories. This was the Beijing where their blood ran like rivers down the curbs and into the sewers where like the extinguishing of their tender lives for naught all was soon forgotten by a world more infatuated with its demand for cheap consumer electronics in attractive clamshell packaging.

 

The one year anniversary of the slaughter was approaching and here as if by accident I find myself in the place where history was made and so conveniently forgotten.

 

Here and there I could still see bullet scars, burns and other marks that told the tale of a failed movement killed in a single night of murderous debauchery.

 

It was eerie in Beijing. I couldn't put my finger on it. Was it just the intoxicant's influence? I couldn't place it until I found a nice grassy place to sit down and let everything stabilize. Let my altered mind stop spinning.

 

The young people were all gone.

 

The government had sent what looked like the entire youth of the capitol city to 'summer camp,' where they'd sing patriotic songs and watch lots of motivational films and learn the error of their ways. It was re-education for the entire young population... there was almost no one walking around that city bettween the age of fourteen and twenty one. It was spooky... strange mojo in a strange land. Like some kind of Twilight Zone episode.

 

Everybody's seen the picture of 'Tank Man,' that guy whose name the world doesn't know... the one who was walking home from the grocery store with a couple of plastic bags in his hands... the guy who became a lonely human roadblock for a column of tanks... I know I could never forget that guy... he had balls the size of watermelons that one. I woudda love to have bought that guy a drink or eight.

 

I was walking down that street and a momentary sense of deja vu made me stop... It felt like I'd been there before... it didn't take too long for the reality to hit me... I was standing in that spot. In the Tank Man's spot. The premonition came from looking at that photograph.

 

There was a pay phone there... on the side of the street... you can see it in the Tank Man picture... I thought my parents might like to know where in the world I was so I tried to call them from it without luck. Maybe they'd think it was cool that I was calling them from there I thought.

 

I wanted to feel the scene out... I wanted to let it all sink in a little bit so I sat down and I had a look around. It all began to unfold in my mind... the direction the tanks came from... the sounds they'd make... their squeaking tracks rolling on the asphalt echoing in the canyon of concrete buildings... I could see the crosswalk he was walking across when it happened.

 

I stood up, still painting the scene on the canvas of my mind with the brushes of my imagination and I walked towards the crosswalk... just as he did that remarkable day.

 

Man... sometimes even I have a hard time putting things into words... sometimes feelings, emotions and perceptions are just too powerful and swift to get a grasp on.

 

Surveying the scene where this historic collision happened from the street... it was so much different than the picture we all know... that was shot from high above... it's got a whole different tone than the lonliness and isolation that the street level offered. Just like in the square where I had felt so small... even the street there was massive in width... one of those subcompact cars flying through the smog could have crushed me like a bug. The thought of standing my ground in front of a column of many ton armored tanks with their diesel engines shaking and belching thick black smoke and rumbling in anger... I'll tell you this... with the greatest respect that I can muster... that guy... at that moment... he took on the entire world. He was a bad ass motherfucker who said 'hey... I don't like what's going down here.' and he backed it up with his hundred and fifty pound body alone in the streets. He never even put those grocery bags down. But for a moment, that man stopped the world. He stood his ground. He stood our ground. He stood for everyman that day.

 

I didn't.

 

I didn't even chance stopping where he did. I didn't want to stop a bus.

 

When I got across the street I walked back towards Tienenmen Square wondering what happened to the guy.

 

These thoughts were crisply punctuated when I found the remains of a completely flattened bicycle. It had been run over by something pretty heavy because it was as flat as a bicycle could conceivably become. It even had a curve to it... a lot of parts were gone but the frame, the handlebars, even the rims were crushed flat. I picked it up, still thinking about Tank Man and I realized what it meant.

 

Something inside me wanted to take it home... to show my people... people born and raised with a freedom fought for by others... I wanted to show them what we pretty much let happen here... the great crime that we ignored. It was a strong symbol to me at least of an oppresive government that lost it's temper on it's own people.

 

I'd never get that flattened bicycle home, but I carried stashed inside the tubes of my backpack messages that people had asked me to carry out of the country to a place where mistakenly so they thought good and decent people might give two shits about the treachery bestowed upon them in their quest for what we have but could really care less about. A freedom so strong... a freedom so deep that it was a part of me wether I was conscious about it or not... a freedom that formed the person I was and carried me on a long and mostly accidental journey to a place where youth was cut short for having the audacity and lack of patience to demand a more tolerant society where people would count for just a little more than cheap labor.

 

I promised myself I'd remember what happened to them. I promised myself that on June 4th, 1990 that I'd say a prayer there in Tienenmen Square. I'd recognize their martyrdom to the cause of freedom and I'd pay my respects on the anniversary of the barbarism of their all powerful and vicious central authority.

 

When that morning came with its sultry brownish orange sunrise, three hundred and sixty five days after the blood letting, when the flag of a nation was raised over it's most proud square... I was the only person that wasn't Chinese standing there as a witness to at least offer the the quiet contempt of my heart and the objection of my soul as a counterbalance to the disgrace of the murder of these children.

 

There were no television cameras or satellite trucks... no journalists fixing their hair or taking notes on those long pads that they carry. Nothing.

 

I carried no sign or banner... I spoke no message of objection. I sought to instigate nothing.

 

I stood there in Tienenmen Square as a witness.

 

A witness to what the rest of the free world was so selfishly quick to forget.

 

Two days later I'd board a train that I'd get off of in another world... where a wall that represented hate and anger and mistrust would be falling, hacked to pieces bit by bit by a people celebrating a new freedom and unity.

  

Alright, the false-color to b&w monochrome conversion of this was a breeze cause the things I cherish or want were already there, so it was more like keeping them intact.

I like all the details, but there are still spaces / places for the eye to rest (like the meadows retracting into the distance, becoming smooth etc.) providing a balance, so that the panorama does not become too hyperactive with that sort of sky.

 

I also had a nice chat with the people and the lovely dog there as well as shocking myself twice on the electric fence while crouching unter it making my tripod touch the wire. Apparently my IR camera didn't mind..

 

The original is a 286MP 360° mercator projection, consisting of 43 individual photos, cropped to ~2,3:1 aspect ratio, 20116 x 8673px which is ~174,5MP.

  

Nikon D90 (APS-C, fullspectrum mod)

Tamron 10-24mm f/3.5-4.5 Di ll VC HLD

Hoya R72 (720nm infrared pass-filter)

ISO200, 24mm, f/6.3, 0,4sec

tripod, panorama head, remote (ML-L3)