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Meerkats may be able to handle a bite from some types of venomous snakes. Biologists have discovered meerkats are immune to some snakes' venom as they belong to the mongoose family. In some parts of the world, people prize mongooses as house guards because they can battle with deadly snakes, like cobras. If bitten they feel unwell for serval hours but make a full recovery.
Meerkats are actually pretty tough if you look like lunch
Meerkats may looks absolutely adorable but they lead dangerous lives. They have developed a technique for handling the venom found in scorpions, which they eat. When a scorpion sees a meerkat it moves in quickly for the kill. The scorpion may be aware a meerkat is close by, but it grabs the arachnid so fast it can’t attack. First the meerkat zeroes in on the tail biting off the scorpion's stinger and discarding it. Without its tail the scorpion can’t strike delivering venom. The pincers may cause a nasty nip, but that’s all. There is however still venom on its exoskeleton. To combat this, meerkats have learned to rub scorpions in the sand to remove any remaining venom. Lunch is served!
Meerkats are highly intelligent
Meerkats are much smarter than they look. A recent study at St Andrews University – Scotland – found meerkats use complex coordinated behaviour, which rivals that of chimps, baboons, dolphins and even humans. They solve tasks with help from their mob but also a bit of independent thought. The study saw meerkats engaged in a wide variety of social and asocial behaviours to solve tasks. In general the social factors helped draw the meerkats into the task, while the asocial processes helped them actually solve it.
Meerkats are omnivores!
You may be surprised to learn meerkats are omnivores – they eat fruit and vegetables as well as animals. Unlike humans, they have no excess body fat stores and therefore foraging for food is a constant activity. Their diet mostly consists of insects, which they sniff out using their enhanced sense of smell. They also eat small rodents, fruit, birds, eggs, lizards and as we’ve seen poisonous scorpions as well as snakes.
The desert is dry but meerkats don’t drink water
Despite living in the desert unbelievably meerkats do not need extra water in their diets. They get all the moisture they need from the insects and grubs they eat. A human would die within 3 – 5 days without additional water.
” We are not immune to bullet, fist or blade but any insult raised against us will be met with a blockade. We are stoic, but still smiles, cracking our face open without reserve for a friend, to calm, to a foe, to unnerve. A gentleman dresses his best, whether it Vans and sweater, or tie and vest. No-one is beneath our attention they gifts compliments quite often, but when a man puts a hand on us, that man goes home in a coffin. “
Rest hope you all enjoy amsy work as always ^^
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Usually our immunity system works better in summer, and the moisture in the air would tend to give the bronchia a better buffer and hence protection. So let's do what we can and hope for the best !
Did COVID-19 Come from America?
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A Local Hong Kong Song by the late Beyond
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Tchaikovsky The Seasons
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“There is a great independence, and a confident immunity to risk, in all drinks made out of cactus.”
― Alan LeMay
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Even Superman isn’t immune to social media! What was once the 19th century excavation pits for the South River Brick Company is now home to the Constitution Lakes Park that spreads over 125 acres in the industrial zone in Atlanta. The area is also home to an urban conservation effort to restore and repurpose areas within the city’s landscapes. I visited the park while attending a TNC meeting and hiked the interesting doll heads trail that has a number of art instillations made from found rubbish collected within the park during clean ups. I found these the funniest – or creepiest – your call!
You've answered my prayer for a worthless diamond in our carbon lives
You said you'd always be fine
And you said you'd never stop
Coming 'round in the dead of night
You said forever was unkind
*From which stars have we fallen to meet each other here?*
Friedrich Nietzsche
Taken at Natthimmel 💗
For increasing my own immune system, I decided to hike to the Phoenix Mountain last Sunday where is full of
Pythoncide. :-) It happened to be a rainy day.
Xitou Nature Education Area or Xitou Bamboo Forest is a forest park in Lugu Village, Lugu Township, Nantou County, Taiwan. Xitou is derived from a Chinese word with the meaning of the origin of river. During the Japanese rule of Taiwan, the forest was used as an experimental forest for University of Tokyo students. Later after the handover of Taiwan from Japan to the Republic of China in 1945, the forest was declared a nature reserve and named Xitou Nature Education Area in 1970. On 11 September 2016, a 2,800-year old giant tree fell after long heavy rain, injuring three visitors.
Echinacea is believed to have great benefits for the immune system - the flower heads or the root are dried and used in herbal medicine. It is so worth to have a garden full of these all summer bloomers, that also attract butterflies and bees.
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January always feels like a good time for a bit of a detox... especially after all the holiday food.
"Was willst du dich denn hier genieren?
Mußt du nicht längst kolonisieren?" (Goethe, Faust II,5). The hesitancy of renaissance man to listen to the devil. Two LED lamps. The quote is taken from a scene where the Devil (successfully) persuades Faust to get rid of some old people who are in the way of his grandiose dreams.
Updated: I posted this over a couple of years ago initially. There are literally no words that fit my devastation of yesterday's Immunity decision that an American president is above the law and can do anything they want. This mainly affects the irresponsible and reckless man who insisted he could murder someone on 5th Avenue and get away with it. Well, his buddies who have in a single week also made it illegal to be homeless and legal for politicians to accept bribes also destroyed Democracy. Let's also not forget their ruling supporting Bump Stock weapons. My country is insane.
What I wrote initially two years ago:
There is just no way a handful of mainly old white men, some of whom should never have been appointed and have harmed women in their own lives. Other judges cared so little about America they were tied to the Capital Hill Insurrection....and they can't handle protestors on their lawns. Meanwhile, Christine Blasey Ford had to move 4 times because of threats to her life with no protections after she testified about what Brett Kavanaugh did to her. The Senate in my country moved quickly to protect his mysteriously paid off house lawn but they have done nothing to protect human rights. What a waste! We Americans who want progress in this world are still being held hostage by our so called elected leaders and it's no mistake that the first thing this bunch of criminals did is gerrymander and take away voting rights.
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’m not immune from posting pretty vacation pictures.
Messing about with the 4x5 camera and usually the only time I get to play with it is on vacation so there ya go.
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This is last year’s attempt. Will have to get on processing this years.. hopefully it won’t take a year..
Shen Hoa 4x5
Fujinon 180 mm f.1:5.6 w/yellowfilter
Ilford FP-4
"So, who is going to suffer most from the economic and social costs of lockdown? The economically productive. And who are those few to die from the virus? Almost exclusively the economically unproductive! So, give them a fine label such as 'our most protected social bubble' and let the virus run free!"
"Sometime the warmest smile comes from the saddest face
Sometimes the brightest light comes from the darkest place..."
Well, finally it was my turn for receiving the Covid-19 vaccine. Behind the mask, I am smiling in this selfie. This is the beginning of the end of this pandemic. I hope that soon all of you will get the vaccine, my dear flickr-friends.
So far, I haven't feel any superpowers, any 5G internet connection, any extra wifi spots, just another happy human being with an additional beskar armor in my left arm and part of the herd immunity!
The Mission: youtu.be/ntMfdlMD6Oo
2nd one from today. I took the opportunity to try and catch a decent sunrise and high tide together on these sea defences. I got half of it right. Beautiful skies left, right and behind, but nothing in front of me. So frustrating. The clouds were drifting in the right direction but just too late. At least I had the high tide. The lack of clouds meant defaulting to a simple composition.
The inspiration for this one comes from a lot of places. The levitation aspect of it from:
And also, the composition and other elements were inspired by *Lani's photo.
This isn't a traditional "levitation" shot, because I rotated it, so the levitation aspect of it isn't as obvious as it would be if I left it oriented the original way, but this is what I had in my head when I shot it.
The original is below, and was combined with a photo of the empty hallway, minus me and the chair. Similar to cloning. I did a lot more post work on this than usual - probably more than any other photo I've ever posted here.. and I don't mean on myself, but primarily on the background - getting rid of the carpet, door frames, baseboards, etc. of the original shot. Add to that temperature, exposure, cropping, and all that crap and off the top of my head I can't think of any photo I've done that has been manipulated more.
And I don't mean that in a negative way. Manipulation is sometimes the only way to achieve the desired result. I ♥ Photoshop.
Bigger on black is here.
Noah was very relaxed today.
Got to spend some quality time with my parents today. When I say "with", I mean 10 feet away from each other and on opposite sides of a sliding screen door.
Nobody is immune to the turbulence that one encounters living life. Remember that surviving the storm means you've lived. Continue the journey down the path of life and know the storm will not last forever.
Photo taken on the nature trail at Mayo Clinic Hospital grounds in Phoenix, AZ.
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That is what the California Highway Patrol officer said.
We were ensconced in an open garage waiting out an armed 211 suspect when those words were spoken.
My call came in at 2:30. A man was barricaded in his apartment after a shootout with police. At the time, I was home sick with a headache the size of the Rock of Gibraltar. But a barricade is a barricade and I threw on some clothes and rushed to the scene.
I stopped at the road closure and was waved through by one of the CHP guys that yelled, “Hey, I know you....go ahead.”
“OK”
After parking the car where the chippy said I should, I asked our esteemed parking enforcement officer (also known as the Parking Nazi) who was standing guard, where was everything happening and where should I go.
He motioned somewhere down the street towards some low-rent apartment complexes and told me to walk on the right side of the street through a vacant lot - nothing but dirt and a creosote bush.
“OK.”
I kept an eye out for what was going on and watched as the guys from the PD’s Special Response Team ( SRT) moved into place.
“Cool,” thought I and grabbed a few shots of one of the guys creeping across the roof, rifle in front of him, pack behind. I thought, “If I get nothing else this will be good art."
I heard people yelling at me and here comes the PIO from the Barstow Police running across the street telling me that hey, I was right in the line of fire and I should like move.
“OK.”
“Don’t go south of the palm tree,” he said, “that way you won’t be in the line of fire.”
“OK. Can I stand behind the palm tree?”
“Sure,” he said, “but I’m not responsible if you get shot.”
“OK”
Seemed to be my thought processes at the time, singular “OK’s”
I stood behind the palm tree for a little bit and then moved — I really wasn’t in the mood to get shot.
The reporter showed up, a radio guy showed up, a small TV station guy showed up and we all sat around in the heat waiting for something to happen....for a long time.
Negotiators were on the phone, relatives got on the phone to try and talk this guy out. The man had been wounded slightly in the first shootout — shot in the hand and the arm — and yelled out to his friends that he was afraid the cops were going to shoot him on sight.
We all knew that this would never happen, but the guy wouldn’t come out. The cops even brought him cigarettes when he asked for them - actually threw them up to him on the balcony. If they had wanted to shoot him, they could have at that time.
I got permission to wander a bit, down in parking area where the CHP rifle shooters were set up — watched them concentrate completely down their black gun sites. I was close enough that if I stuck my head out I could see the guy’s balcony — really, really well — with bloody curtains swaying in the wind.
Time wore on, heat got worse, men got shifted around so as to give the ones sitting in the sun a break.
We waited. Cops gave me Gatorade and water. It was hot.
As dusk set in I kept hoping this guy would come out with his hands up while I still had light to shoot by. Even with my new digital camera (YEA!) I was still a newbie at using the flash in low light situations so I wanted halfway good light.
I simply couldn’t figure out why this guy would NOT come out.
Was it the macho mentality of the whole gang banger personality? Was it that he knew he was facing some major jail time? He was already a loser in that department. What possibly could be worth prolonging this stand-off?
Time wore on some more. The apartment complex residents started getting restless. Hoots and hollers and jungle-like monkey noises came from the apartments and from those watching and waiting behind the lines. A bottle was thrown.
I have to admit, this made a me a tad nervous. I could just see this thing erupting into an all-out riot. Half the people in the complex were convinced the cops were going to gun the guy down and the other half were afraid of the first half.
Soon the cops had enough waiting and started firing tear gas canisters into the apartment. Oh my! Horrible sound those loud guns. Once that tear gas thing started I didn’t stick my head out any more. I crouched down behind a car. I could still see the CHP shooters but wasn’t in the line of fire.
Good thing.
Several minutes after the first rounds of tear gas were volleyed into the apartment there came three quick shots - pop - pop - pop — out the sliding glass door — over the balcony.
“Holy shit,” thought I, “that guy is firing at us.”
“Hey,” I yelled, “Was he shooting this way.”
“Yes, Lara, he was shooting this way.”
I crouched down lower. Just about fully dark now. The people that had come out to watch were yelling the guy was yelling babies were screaming and one Barstow cop remarked, “I can’t believe these people brought their kids out to a gunfight.”
Law enforcement did not return gun fire but more tear gas was used.
Still no sound, no reaction from the barricaded man.
One of the CHP guys came back down into our spot and said that after the three rounds fired by the suspect, one more shot was heard a few minutes later - muffled. Not aimed out the sliding glass door — inside the building.
He said quietly that he had heard _that_ sound before.
Time was starting to lose meaning. Amidst the noise and chaos I had been on the phone relaying the latest developments to the reporter who had gone back to write his story. More tear gas was lobbed into the building but the feeling was that the man had offed himself with that final fourth shot.
My deadline to leave was fast approaching — close to 9 p.m. I had the images from the afternoon’s deployment and some close-ups of the guys close to me. But no resolution. No closure.
The crowd up the street was really starting to turn ugly and I debated going up to photograph that, but figured that a camera flashing would trigger the already riotous behaviour that was growing.
Two guys threw bottles at the sheriff’s SWAT team. Ooooh, not a good idea. Those SWAT-dudes are bad-asses with attitudes and guns. They do NOT take kindly to being pelted with bottles. The bottle-throwers were arrested and the crowd scene cooled after that.
No lights were on in the apartment, no movement was seen and all negotiations had long since broken off. The man’s last words and comments to the negotiator were pretty much that the only way he was going to leave was in a body bag.
I still hoped not, but I left to file my art. Before I left the center of the action, which is where I had been allowed to stay (don’t ask me why, I was just allowed to stay.) I made sure the police chief and one of the LT’s knew I was returning and wanted to be back close to where things were happening.
“Sure.” they said, “Just show your press pass, tell whoever we said it was ok and come on back - stay out of the line of fire.”
“OK”
I left, filed the creeping-across-the-roof pic and one of two officers and a bullet proof shield and came back.
Things were as I left them — no more noise, no more nothing.
About 11 p.m. the sheriff's office took over. The Barstow PD SRT and CHP back-ups had been on duty squinting down their sites for almost 8 hours, it was time for a relief team.
I watched the camouflaged SWATs come in, dash about the courtyard smashing out the remaining lights that would put them in danger and get into place, covering each other with guns pointed toward the apartment as they ran across the courtyard.
I couldn’t help myself, I thought “Jeez, this is just like in the movies.” Only this time it was for real — surrealistic, but real.
When the Barstow guys and CHP left I was still standing there all by my lonesome. One of them yelled back at me, “You probably ought to come out too.”
“OK.”
That seemed like a good idea to me — it was dark and I didn’t like being alone.
I came up out of the garage hole and plopped down on the front of a fire truck. Sheriff’s homicide detectives were wondering who the hell was I and why was I there. I smiled, introduced myself and sat back quietly on the fire engine, hoping that no one would actually notice me. I even put my camera down.
The sheriff’s Captain saw me, smiled and let me stay. I was now considered a “friendly.” Cool.
I had kept in contact with the night editor at our sister paper, even after the Dispatch went to bed, did some interviewing, got the correct on-the-record-quotes that supported the police’s version of what happened and waited — and waited.
For almost an hour after the SO took over a deputy called out over a loud speaker. “Aaron. Come out with your hands up. The building is surrounded.” Every few minutes for almost an hour. Over and over. The same tone of voice. No emotion. It could have been a computerized recording it was so precisely repeated, but it wasn’t.
Aaron didn’t come out.
Talking time was up and the SWAT team started in with more powerful tear gas. Volley after volley. No Aaron. He was either immune to the gas or dead.
Soon the team took out the doors and entered the building using flash-bang devices before going into each room - “auditory and visual distractions” they call them.
Hell honey, those are bombs.
Every time they said over the radio they were setting off another one, all the law enforcement guys, suits, SWAT dudes, everybody around me, put their fingers in their ears. I wish I had photographed that, but it is hard to hold a camera with your fingers in your ears.
Time moved faster, soon after the SWAT guys entered they called for the SO medics that had flown in on a chopper. Word came out fast that it was over, Aaron was dead from a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head.
It was one o’clock in the morning. There was almost a palpable sigh, a slumping of the shoulders when it was over. I had been at the scene for almost ten hours.
It was not a good resolution. Not the one that everyone; law enforcement, medics, firefighters, friends and family had hoped for.
I remembered what the CHP shooter said after word came in about the fourth shot — “We are in a stand-off with a dead man.”
He was right.
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Rest in Peace Aaron
Professor Pangloss recommends to let the virus run freely and achieve "herd immunity". "It's natural," he says, "and would correct our demographic and social imbalances."
Shot wide-open.
Daytona Beach's top cop is not immune to crime ills plaguing the area.
Burglars made a poor choice Friday night when they ransacked Police Chief Michael Chitwood's home on North Oleander Avenue, stealing his television, stereo, laptop, watch, and other items he said totaling about $500.
The chief came home from a town hall meeting -- he was speaking with Neighborhood Watch members about how they can work with the police department to prevent burglaries -- to find his home plundered.
"I was furious," he said. "People rifle through your belongings and you feel violated."
Chitwood said the burglar or burglars jimmied open the side door of his home and then hauled the stuff out the back, breaking his patio doors. They rifled through his bedroom drawers and left the home in disarray, he said.
Detectives from Chitwood's property crimes division recently bolstered with six detectives and a sergeant whose sole mission is to investigate burglaries, came to the home and dusted for prints.
" I have a lot of confidence," he said, "that they're going to investigate this burglary like any other. They're going to do their best, handling it the same way they would for anyone else."
Chitwood was unfazed by the crime, saying he lives and works in the community.
"Why shouldn't I be affected by the crime?" he asked.
Still, the episode kept him from taking his 12-year-old daughter visiting from Philadelphia to SeaWorld.
"The thing I feel worst about is she's here," he said, "and I wanted her to come down and have a great vacation."
from Daytona Beach News-Journal, Aug. 20.
On an old torpedo at Ponce Inlet. Pentax E10
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I like it - I'm not gonna crack
I miss you - I'm not gonna crack
I love you - I'm not gonna crack
I killed you - I'm not gonna crack
Already in 1683 self-taught botanist James Sutherland (c.1639-1719) was cultivating this plant in his Physic Garden on the grounds of Trinity Hospital in Edinburgh. He records it in the census of plants of this, the first Botanical Garden in Scotland, as Colutea flore rubello and in English as 'Red flowered Bastard-Senna from the Cape of good Hope'. Later it was given his name in Latin: Sutherlandia, and later again it goes scientifically by Lessertia frutescens. Lessertia is for Jules Paul Benjamin de Lessert (1773-1847). Usually today it's called Sutherlandia or Balloon Pea or Cancerbush. It's reputed to be an immune booster.
Apparently it's also some sort of psychic medicine: Zulus call it umwele, meaning something like an antidote to 'pulling one's hair out in distress'. In Afrikaans Sutherlandia goes by a pet-name eentjies (ducks) or gansies (geese) because of the seed pods or bladders (see photo) that float in water.