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Pyrmont Bridge is an important historic and architectural landmark in Sydney, recognized for its innovative engineering and contribution to the city's transport infrastructure. Today, the bridge is used primarily by pedestrians and cyclists, providing a scenic route across Darling Harbour and easy access from the suburb of Pyrmont to the central city.
To go out of your mind once a day is tremendously important, because by going out of your mind you come to your senses.
-- Alan Watts
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The Central Methodist Church, also known as the Central Methodist Mission or Metropolitan Methodist Church, is a large and historically important Methodist church located on Greenmarket Square in Cape Town, South Africa. The church has played a significant role in the growth of Methodism in South Africa. In 1988, the Metropolitan Church merged with Buitenkant Street Church, forming the Central Methodist Mission.
History and activism
The church is known for its active advocacy efforts such as its yellow banner campaign that seeks to rise awareness of important social issues and as a site of refuge. The church windows were damaged by police water cannons during the anti-apartheid Purple Rain protest in 1989.
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It's been a very long time since I posted a sunset... Sorry ! I can't help ! :-)))
Le Porge - Gironde - Aquitaine - France
Wish you all a very nice weekend :-)
"Mum did her very best with the picture making thing today to get my photo. Sadly, Dad has gone down with the 'flu, (or we hope it's only that, not the Covid thing) and Mum's been waiting for an important phone call, that didn't happen.
But I'm here, back in my bookshelf, to wish everyone a Happy New Year, like my Rufus did yesterday."
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ENG: The Victory Column on the Großer Stern in the Großer Tiergarten is one of Germany's most important national monuments and one of Berlin's most important sights. Built between 1864 and 1873 by Heinrich Strack on Königsplatz to commemorate the Wars of Unification, it was moved to its current location between 1938 and 1939 together with the monuments to Bismarck, Roon and Moltke. When it was inaugurated on 2 September 1873, Prussia had also defeated Austria and its German allies in the Austro-Prussian War (1866) and France in the Franco-Prussian War (1870-71), which gave the monument a new purpose. The addition of the 8.3 metre high bronze sculpture of the Roman goddess of victory Victoria, designed by Friedrich Drake, gave the Victory Column its current height of 67 metres. In the Berlin vernacular, she is also known as the "Goldelse".
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GER: Die Siegessäule auf dem Großen Stern im Großen Tiergarten gehört zu den bedeutendsten Nationaldenkmälern Deutschlands und den wichtigsten Sehenswürdigkeiten Berlins. Erbaut 1864 bis 1873 von Heinrich Strack auf dem Königsplatz zur Erinnerung an die Einigungskriege, wurde sie 1938 bis 1939 zusammen mit den Denkmälern Bismarcks, Roons und Moltkes an den heutigen Standort versetzt. Als sie am 2. September 1873 eingeweiht wurde, hatte Preußen auch Österreich und seine deutschen Verbündeten im Österreichisch-Preußischen Krieg (1866) und Frankreich im Deutsch-Französischen Krieg (1870-71) besiegt, was dem Denkmal einen neuen Zweck gab. Das Hinzufügen der 8,3 m hohen Bronzeskulptur der römischen Siegesgöttin Victoria, die von Friedrich Drake entworfen wurde und der Siegessäule ihre heutige Höhe von 67 m verleiht. Im Berliner Volksmund wird sie auch „Goldelse“ genannt.
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I stood on the shore at Brighton,UK and watched the skeletal frame of the West Pier rise out of the calm water as the sun dropped behind it. The long exposure softened the sea and let the metal structure stand clearly against the warm gradient of the sky. I took this photo during a beautiful sunset at the end of an important day for me in Brighton, which made the scene feel especially meaningful.
Mameda Town and its surroundings, which developed as a townspeople's land during the Tenryo period, retained a lot of land division at the time of residence, and traditional buildings remain well as a group, so the range of about 10.7 hectares was selected as a national important preservation district for groups of traditional buildings on December 10, 2004.
Sun and clouds - it seems the weather is the most important thing these days, for bike rides anyway.
“I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
― L.M. Montgomery
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I think this looks a little bit like buried pineapples
Or Tilt Shifted Palm Trees
But It's just some moss!
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Morecambe, which was once one of England's most important seaside towns, only really dates from the middle of the 19th century when the railway arrived and a harbour was built. This stone jetty with its adjacent lighthouse was built in 1853 to act as a railway terminus for trains serving the ferries between Morecambe, Scotland and Ireland.
When the nearby port of Heysham was built in 1904 trade declined and Morecambe ceased to be an important port. It still developed as a popular seaside resort, especially in the 1950s. But fashions change and both the original station and the harbour have now gone, together with the town's two seaside piers. The terminus building immediately behind the old lighthouse has been converted into a cafe and tea-room. The Stone Jetty was rebuilt and extended during 1994/95 as part of the coastal defence work.
Details of the facilities at Morecambe, which we enjoy visiting, can be found at exploremorecambebay.org.uk/places-to-visit/morecambe.
....it is important to have a variety of Powerful nutrients.
Smile on Saturday ~ Presented on a Plate (2025/04/26)
Shardlow is a village in Derbyshire (UK). Wikipedia says its an important late 18th century inland port for the transshipment of goods to and from the River Trent to the Trent and Mersey Canal. During its heyday from the 1770s to the 1840s, it became known as "Rural Rotterdam" and "Little Liverpool".
Quieter now mostly but the 'port' has survived remarkably well,
thanks to its status as Conservation Area.
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The above photo - a field poppy (Papaver rhoeas) in full bloom - is a rare exception for me, because I normally don't photograph flowers. Not because I don't like them; I assure you I hold no grudge against the most colorful emissaries of the plant kingdom, nor do I have floral allergies of any sort - it's just that I'm no good at it. Believe me, I've tried, and the results were not pretty.
I've never found out why; I adore the magnificent flower photos I encounter here on Flickr and have attempted to replicate their style many times, but it never worked. With animals I tend to know what to focus on - usually the eyes - and have at least a vague idea how to compose a shot, but with flowers I'm at a loss.
Unlike the accomplished floral compositions of the photographers I admire so much, all my efforts looked lifeless and dull, and the poor subjects in my photos ended up with about as much charm as a salad in fast food restaurant (I'm talking about the one they actually serve you - not the nice one they've photographed for the menu ;-).
Now the photo above is the first flower shot of mine that I like, even though some of you might think it is a bit a of cheat, since there is also a honeybee (Apis mellifera) visible in it. But in terms of mere percentages, there's much more poppy per-square-inch-of-photo present than bee, so to me it counts as flower photography (and my lawyer agrees ;-).
The main reason why I posted it here, however, happens to be another one, namely that it was incredibly hard earned. And I'm not referring to the photo itself but the subject in it: the poppy - or rather the poppies. You have no idea how much it took until I finally had a few of those gorgeous flowers blooming in my garden.
Some of you might recall that with my last photo, I told you about my remodeling of the garden and how I scattered seeds of wildflowers - including poppies - all over the premises to increase biodiversity. I might have given the impression that it was all smooth sailing, and that everything went just as I had hoped it would, but that isn't exactly how it happened.
In truth, it was a hard-fought battle against an almost invincible army of adversaries that tried to prevent my intended wildflower meadow for my beloved "creepy crawlies" at almost every step of the way. But I have to start at the beginning.
After I had removed the old lawn and emptied a big bag full of seeds all over the upper part of the garden, I regularly went to check on their "progress" - of which there was, unsurprisingly, none. Now I'm not a complete idiot, and I didn't expect my wildflowers to sprout right away as if they were on steroids - after all it was still February and very cold - but what struck me was that I soon didn't even see most of the seeds anymore. No matter how hard I looked - and I even dug a little in the ground - most of them seemed to have mysteriously vanished.
It didn't take me long to identify the likely suspects: a gang of siskins (Spinus spinus) had appeared in the neighborhood a while ago, and I actually had caught them red-handed (or rather red-beaked) when they were picking around on the ground where I had removed the lawn. So I went into the gardening center and bought a new "wildflower mix" - along with a huge bag of sunflower seeds.
This is how I intended to save my flowering paradise: I would just offer the siskins enough calorie-rich delicacies as an alternative to the meager wildflower seeds for as long as it took the latter to sprout. The idea was genius - or so I thought. Unfortunately I hadn't taken into account the competitive, greedy nature of my avian adversaries.
Once I had put a bunch of sunflower seeds on the tree trunk that serves as my "bird buffet", it didn't take long until the hungry flock arrived. Now the first thing you have to know about siskins is this: they really, and I mean REALLY don't like to share their food. Not with any other bird species, nor with their own kind.
The leader of the gang, a tiny - but ferocious - female immediately took possession of the tree trunk, and anyone attempting to join in the feast got chased away with a vengeance. The remaining gang members sat in the fig tree while they had to wait their turn at the buffet, which they didn't like one bit. And that's the second thing you have to know about siskins: patience is not their strong suit, and so they immediately got bored - and started looking around for other sources of food.
And guess where they found it? Exactly: within two minutes most of the rowdy bunch had fluttered onto the ground and started picking away my beautiful future wildflower meadow, one seed at a time. After all, who doesn't like a little appetizer before the main course - right?
It was a disaster. In my desperation, I didn't know anything better to do than opening and shutting the living room window loudly - which worked: the feathered little gangsters fled the crime scene immediately. So this became my new strategy: I sat near the window with my laptop all day (which I'm apt to do during the colder season anyway), and whenever I saw the siskins starting to veer away from the "official" buffet, I used this "opening-shutting" tactic to scare them back where they belonged.
Over the following days, the siskins and I continued this lovely routine: whenever the first bird showed up near the wildflower seeds: "BANG"! went my window. Unfortunately, the intervals between these bangs got increasingly shorter, because the bird buffet and the loud flock of siskins attracted other birds - as well as more siskins - to my garden.
This was obviously not what I had intended at all! Now pretty much the whole feathered neighborhood sat in my fig tree, impatiently waiting until the next ravenous little bird at the buffet had finally had its fill and vacated the tree trunk, and to pass the time the hungry onlookers would inevitably start searching for other delicacies in my garden.
It got to the point - and this is the sad truth - where I opened and shut the window almost every five minutes! I can only imagine what my neighbors thought (although they're used to many weird, mostly garden-related activities from me and probably stopped wondering ;-), not to mention any unsuspecting tourists passing my house, who must have believed it was haunted by a poltergeist. :-)
Then, one day, the whole flock of Spinus spinus was gone - just as they had appeared out of nowhere a few weeks earlier, they'd now left without prior notice, presumably to pursue their seed-stealing activities further south and bully some other poor wanna-be gardener. "Problem solved!" I thought, and opened a bottle of champagne (well, it was just a beer, but you get the idea ;-)
Once the siskins were gone, the other birds co-existed much more peacefully around the tree trunk/buffet, and I was soon able to reduce my window-shutting duties to a minimum. As temperatures in March gradually got warmer, I expected the first tiny wildflower saplings to emerge from the ground - but still nothing happened. I was getting worried, so I went to investigate. A close inspection of the ground led to a shocking surprise: there was no trace of the seeds.
I couldn't believe it. I had no explanation; by now I was sure it couldn't have been the birds - so who was secretly sabotaging my future wildflower meadow? Was it my neighbors? Had I finally gone too far with my window-banging after all my previous, highly suspicious "creepy-crawly-furthering" activities over the years?
I tried to imagine them all coming together in my garden during the night as I was sleeping, a group of men and women mostly in their late 80s and 90s (I'm by far the youngest inhabitant of our village), armed with tiny tweezers to pluck the seeds out of the ground, to punish me for disturbing the quiet in our peaceful community. It just didn't make any sense (though I didn't rule it out completely ;-)
I was at my wits end, but I'm stubborn as hell: I had made up my mind to have a wildflower meadow, and I would will it into being - regardless of the costs. So I went into the gardening center once more to purchase yet another "wildflower mix", or rather several (I bought three bags, which theoretically should have provided enough seeds to turn the entire area around our village into a blooming paradise ;-).
I scattered the content of one bag in the garden as I had done before, but now I went to check on the seeds every day. And each time I checked, they had become fewer - there could be no doubt about it. It was truly puzzling: whoever the thieves were, they kept their identity hidden; I even went into the garden at night several times with a flashlight, but I never saw any small rodents or other possible suspects.
Then, one day in late March, as I was closely scanning the ground, I noticed something peculiar: a particularly large seed appeared to be moving all by itself across the dark earth. Imagine my disbelief: the thought that the seeds themselves were leaving my garden of their own volition had obviously never crossed my mind! What an insult - was my garden so horrible that the wildflower seeds had sprouted legs just to flee to a place that was more suitable to their taste?
I immediately went on my knees to further investigate this new mystery, which - as some of you with more gardening experience than me might have already guessed - revealed itself to be no shocking new step in plant evolution, nor any mystery at all: it was an ANT that was carrying the seed! And now that my eyes and brain had become adapted to recognizing the little bugger, I realized he wasn't alone: they were everywhere! And many of them were carrying seeds!
As I watched them carrying the loot - my poor wildflower meadow - away to their colony, all the pieces finally started to fall into place. The ants were hard to make out against the dark ground (and admittedly my eyes aren't the best), which is probably why I hadn't seen them, but it also had been raining most of the time for the past few weeks, and they had to have carried out their raids during the short dry spells or perhaps even at night when I wasn't in the garden.
Just to make sure you don't think I'm a complete ignoramus: it's not that I wasn't aware that several species of ants were living in my garden, but when I had removed the lawn it had been February and still winter, so the ants were deep under ground. And they'd never been on my list of suspects in the first place, because I'd had no idea ants even collected seeds!
I'd always thought the kinds of ants living in Switzerland were predators and preferred a largely carnivore diet (with the occasional sip of honeydew or other sugary treats for dessert if the opportunity arose) - which in the north, where I grew up, is largely true. But of the many ant varieties present in Ticino - which lies on the southern side of the Alps - one in particular has specialized in foraging for seeds.
A search on the internet quickly educated me on the matter: my tormentors were "harvester ants" of the Messor structor species; apparently I had a so called "super-colony" of them in my garden, and the more I read about them, the more fascinated - and shocked - I became.
These ants build gigantic underground colonies (on the surface only tiny mounds of earth or sand around the entry hole are visible) and store the foraged seeds in huge chambers: but not before cutting the seeds' appendages to prevent germination! Isn't that pure genius? But my greatest shock came when I read that their storing chambers can hold up to 2 kg of seeds or more! One wildflower mix from the store consisted of perhaps half a kilo (if even that): I needed more and bigger bags!
And as I found out, these Messor fellas aren't just thieves, they're also bakers - and I'm not kidding you! They chew the seeds into a paste-like substance that is called "ant-bread" which is their staple food (and sorry: whoever makes bread is a baker in my book, regardless whether they actually "bake" the bread or not ;-)
These tiny, bread-loving thieves had stolen the seeds from right under my nose, and perhaps they had already started doing so back in the siskin days, whenever temperatures were warm enough for them to venture out. They'd completely outmaneuvered me, and I felt about as foolish as Donald Duck trying to defend his pick-nick against an army of ants in the old Disney cartoon. But at least I now had finally managed to solve the mystery of the disappearing flower seeds.
In the end, I found a solution to my ant problem. I simply went to the gardening center once again and bought a half dozen more bags of wildflower mixes, all of which I emptied into my garden. It wasn't the most sophisticated strategy, but it worked.
Once the ants had filled their pantries to capacity - and I imagined they were now able to gorge themselves on 10-course menus of ant-bread every day - there were still enough seeds left that my wildflower meadow eventually started to grow.
In June, the cornflowers, ox-eye daisies - and of course: the field poppies - opened their buds, and my garden exploded with the most gorgeous colors. And thus, dear readers, I managed to get the above photo ;-)
As always, many thanks for reading and commenting: have a great start into the new week everyone! ❤🙏😊
P.S. I documented the transformation of my garden here, the photos of the blooming wildflower meadow are towards the end of the post: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/post/attract-lizards-to-your-ga...
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My 26 year old Green Wing Macaw. Huey is definitely not a name I would have chosen for her.
We got her when she was about a year old and she was already named. Then we had a DNA test done to find out her sex and it turned out she was female.
But she already knew her name so we just left it at that.
I am not an advocate for having these animals as pets or for people breeding them. In my opinion, they should remain in their natural habitats.
But Phil fell in love with her where she had lived for the first year of her life which was a local Grange Co-op here and he eventually talked me into us buying her and she became a part of our family.
She has it really good here with a very large outdoor aviary where she spends the majority of her time. She is pretty entertained seeing all kinds of wild birds and animals from her favorite vantage point in her aviary. Then I have various perches for her in different places so she can be with me and whomever else is around. But she seems to like her aviary the best.
Anyway, it would not be easy having a large parrot like this without the set up I have here for her and I would never advise anyone to have one of these birds as a pet. She will long outlive me and my oldest daughter will take over for her after I am gone.
She will likely outlive my oldest daughter, too, so my daughter knows that she will need to make arrangements for someone else to take her after my daughter is gone.
They are very smart and very social animals. Huey fortunately has always had a very good life here and has never fallen into some of the neurotic behaviors that some captive birds take on, like feather plucking, screaming or biting. She is always treated respectfully, given affection, fed well and treated like part of the family.
So many birds like this end up in rescue situations because their owners lose interest in them or get old and die or just can't care for them anymore. Or some just decide they no longer want the bird. I feel sad for those birds. They don't ask for that.
Most people don't really realize how long these birds live or how important a social environment is for them.
Anyway, long story. Sorry. you're a good contact if you read all the way to the end here :-)
I just came across this photo I took of her on one of her outdoor perches and decided to share with you.
Les Fagnes sont de vastes étendues (4 500 ha en Belgique) de tourbières, de landes et de forêts qui présentent une flore et une faune assez exceptionnelles liées au climat froid et humide. Les contreforts au nord du plateau accueillent essentiellement de vastes plantations de conifères.
Les tourbières se sont formées il y a 7500 ans, à la fin de la dernière glaciation. La tourbe résulte de la décomposition des végétaux, notamment les sphaignes, en milieu très humide. Son épaisseur peut atteindre sept mètres. Jusqu'au milieu du XXe siècle, la tourbe constitue pour les habitants des villages proches, une source de chauffage appréciable. La surface des tourbières actives ne représente plus qu'une centaine d'hectares.
Le plateau des Hautes Fagnes est le plus important massif tourbeux en Belgique.
Le climat est anormalement rude par rapport à la faible altitude maximale, et le climat en principe océanique typique du nord de l'Europe occidentale. Diverses espèces de la faune et de la flore y trouvent leur limite de répartition par rapport à la latitude ou l'altitude, dont la chouette de Tengmalm.
Précipitations abondantes (1 400 d'eau par an à Botrange, 850 mm à Bruxelles), brouillard épais, neige persistante.
Quelques records : 1,15 m de neige le 9 février 1953 ; il neige parfois encore au mois de mai.
The Fens are vast expanses (4,500 ha in Belgium) of peat bogs, moors and forests which present a rather exceptional flora and fauna linked to the cold and humid climate. The foothills to the north of the plateau are mainly home to vast plantations of conifers.
Peatlands formed 7,500 years ago, at the end of the last ice age. Peat results from the decomposition of plants, especially sphagnum moss, in a very humid environment. Its thickness can reach seven meters. Until the middle of the 20th century, peat was a significant source of heating for the inhabitants of nearby villages. The surface of the active peat bogs represents only a hundred hectares.
The Hautes Fagnes plateau is the most important peaty massif in Belgium.
The climate is unusually harsh compared to the low maximum altitude, and the generally oceanic climate is typical of northern western Europe. Various species of fauna and flora find their distribution limit in relation to latitude or altitude, including the Tengmalm owl.
Abundant precipitation (1,400 water per year in Botrange, 850 mm in Brussels), thick fog, persistent snow.
Some records: 1.15 m of snow on February 9, 1953; it still snows sometimes in May.
Bohemian Waxwing (Bombycilla garrulus)
New Hampshire
During the winter and non breeding seasons they travel in large groups in search of fruit.
Supposedly the original "Bohemians" were travelers or refuges from central Europe. This species is therefore true to it's name and was in fact well named.
The information below is from a "Cool Green Science" web page and the Nature Conservancy
"Waxwings Really Have Wax Wings" BY Matthew L. Miller
"Waxwings really have wax wing tips. The bright red, visible on the wing feathers of some waxwings, is actually waxy red secretions. The red wax tips are appendages on the bird’s secondary feathers. They’re colored by astaxanthin, a carotenoid pigment.
While it was originally thought that the red tips functioned to protect the feathers from wear and tear, there is little to no evidence for this hypothesis.
Rather, the red secondary tips appear to be status signals that function in mate selection.
Interestingly, the red appendages of both Waxwing species increase in number and size with a bird’s age: individuals with zero to five waxy tips are thought to be more immature birds, while those with greater than nine are thought to be older.
Individuals within these two categories tend to associate as mates. Pairs of older birds (those with greater than nine waxy tips) nest earlier and raise more young than do immature birds, suggesting that this plumage characteristic is an important signal in mate choice and social organization.
Most of this information comes from a wonderfully informative article..... By Matt Miller I've enclosed the link below and it's a wonderful read for anyone who has interest in both Cedar and Bohemian Waxwings."
Here is a link if your interested in more...
blog.nature.org/science/2017/02/27/waxwings-really-have-w...
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One of my favourite celtic music
I would like to dedicate this image to my dear friend and favourite Sherpa Christophe Please, have a look at his stream. Thanks :-)
Le phare de Ploumanac’h construit en granite rose.
The lighthouse of Ploumanac'h built with pink granite.
Ploumanac'h - Perros-Guirec - Côtes-d'Armor - Bretagne - France
"The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them -- words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear."
― Stephen King
An important yet very remote link on the A&O is the Beech Mountain Railroad, linking United Coal Company's Carter-Roag Mine to the A&O main at Alexander, WV. The sole purpose of the Beech Mountain is to move coal hoppers between the two points, empties south and loads back north. Despite their lone remaining Alco having been replaced by this SW7, the line is still rich in history with its roots as a narrow gauge forestry railroad dating back to 1890. It's still a wonder to have happened upon them at just the right place and time.
I will move to new Flickr site :
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As you know Pro Account Fee is too high, so I decide moving to new site with normal account.
少し先ですがPROアカウントの更新時期が近づいており、一般のアカウントに移行したいと思います。無料時代から続けていたので躊躇いがありますが、度重なる値上げとFXで決心しました。よかったら覗いてみて下さい。今後は上記サイトを更新していきます。
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It can happen to anyone, from any walk of life.
20 years ago I had a career that I was incredibly proud of, saving lives, I had a home, mortgage, car and disposable income. I was confident and, even though I hate to blow my own trumpet, I was incredibly good at the work that I did.
I was, however, bullied, harassed, abused, belittled and ostracised by management and many colleagues in a toxic environment where this behaviour had spread like a cancer. This went on daily for 13 years. I thought that I was 'ignoring' it and just knuckling down in my work. I didn't know, until it was too late, that this was damaging both my physical and mental health.
After some time off due to a stress breakdown I returned and the bullying turned into a witch hunt. They succeeded. My mental and physical health had been destroyed. I was wrongly advised to resign by a union that had representatives embedded in management. I was too unwell to pursue any means of recompense.
Losing my career lead to my first Takotsubo Cardiomyopathy attack. This one was nearly fatal.
I have suffered from Complex Post-traumatic Stress Disorder (CPTSD) for at least 20 years as a direct result of this. Only finally receiving help for the condition last year after years of medical denial because the establishment at the time did not understand the connection between non-life threatening instances and PTSD despite mounting evidence. Thankfully it is much better understood today.
The bullies took my career, my confidence, my identity, my physical health, my mental health and now they have taken my relationship and my home. My ex being unable to cope with my PTSD and reacting to it in a way that was making it worse in a cycle that just destroyed our relationship.
Now, unable to work and unable to claim benefits for the moment, unwell, terrified and struggling at times to cope with basic life things, I am facing this horrendous situation that is so daunting there are times that my thoughts go to a very dark place.
I never imagined any of this would happen to me. I was on top of the world back in the early 2000s. The best time of my entire life.
Maybe I deserved this. Maybe I did something terrible in a former life. I don't know. I can't make sense of it.
I don't want to give up just yet. I want to fight back. I just have so little actual physical support. PTSD can cause isolation. Distrust. Withdrawal.
I have lost my few best friends since moving to Scotland for numerous reasons outside of my control. My family are 300 miles away and offer just loving thoughts. I am on my own.
On Friday I will be completely on my own for the first time in 20 years. This time without the confidence and abilities I had back then. I have to try and find them but without safety, comfort and familiarity I face an impossible task. It can take monumental effort just to cook a simple meal. PTSD is a terrible thing to have.
I am sharing my story as I don't know when or how I will return to Flickr.
Photography has been my recovery. My saviour from PTSD. An adrenaline kick from street photography, the excitement of the edit when you return home. Sharing my photographs with you and taking time to enjoy your photographs. The Flickr routine has kept my sanity and been an important part of my day for years now. I fully intend to return but the odds are against me at least for the moment.
Some of you wanted to help by donating towards the expensive Internet costs I will face in temporary housing.
I hate asking for help but please know that I am incredibly grateful for the help that I have received, both financially and otherwise. Just knowing that people care is a help in itself.
If you wish to keep in touch with me via WhatsApp while I am unable to get my PC online then please Flickrmail me your contact details. (bearing in mind that over the next few days my time is limited).
My PC will be packed tomorrow so I may make one more post before I go. I'll make sure it is a happier picture.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. I am profoundly thankful for the friendships and acquaintances that I have made here. You are all wonderful, awesome people. Thank you.
Homelessness can happen to anyone.
It's important that I see the little things. The way that leaf is curled. The sunlight dancing on the leaves. The underside of the flower. I never want to not see all of the details.
This year marks the 200th birthday of this great Austrian composer. Here you can see the Bruckner bust in Vienna's Stadtpark, which was unveiled three years after Bruckner's death.
Bruckner ‘was an Austrian composer of the Romantic period as well as an organist and university teacher. Only recognised by his contemporaries late in life, he was nevertheless one of the most important and innovative composers of his time and his works had a great influence on music history well into the 20th century.
His most important and probably best-known compositions are his large-scale eleven symphonies.’
de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anton_Bruckner
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dSGOaTuAesY&t=3693s
Brahms zu Bruckner am Wirtshaustisch: "Ihre Symphonien, mein lieber Bruckner, versteh' ich nicht!" Darauf Bruckner nach Verstreichen einer Schrecksekunde: "Akkurat so geht's ma mit Ihnare!" www.derstandard.at/adblockwall/story/3000000234993/wie-an...
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The temple ruins of the temple dedicated to Apollo, god of light, art and beauty. The temple measures 17x30 m and has columns with Corinthian capitals, 8,90 m high. And were made during the Roman Civilization that is in front of the sea viewing the historical trade point harbor.
The temple of Apollo is also surrounded by other important ruins that date back to 7th century B.C. Side was one of the main cities of the ancient region known as Pamphylia that later became Antalya.
One of the best times to walk around the ruins is at the end of the day when hopefully you can catch the sun setting behind the Apollo Temple and at night the ruins are illuminated. The temple was apparently given as a token of Anthony’s love to Cleopatra.
The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existence. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery each day.
~ Albert Einstein ~
(My granddaughter hands) Thanks for your visit and taking the time to comment, very much appreciated! "Best In Large"🙋♀️
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"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams."
Eleanor Roosevelt
May this new year be soft and serene to you. Believe in your dreams ! :-)
« Le futur appartient à ceux qui croient en la beauté de leurs rêves. »
Eleanor Roosevelt
Que cette année nouvelle soit pour vous douce et sereine. Croyez en vos rêves ! :-)
La magnifique version de mon ami Christophe est à voir absolument ici : www.flickr.com/photos/archkontact/12274052726/
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Common Eider / somateria mollissima. Northumberland. 22/05/25.
A Common Eider drake captured as he headed back towards the sea. A group of them had been drinking at the freshwater outlet on Seahouses beach. The outlet is an important water source for these sea ducks and it's lovely to see large creches of Eider ducklings brought to it during the breeding season ... an important learning exercise for them, as they advance into adulthood.
BEST VIEWED LARGE.
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Lambrate is a quite important suburban Milan district. Its bus & train station is a crowded melting pot. In this long exposition shot I tried to convey the concept of everyday recurring journey. Exporing urban districts is my new project! Follow me for more, also at: ift.tt/1FRhs1o
Established around A.D. 972, Esztergom has always played an important role in Hungary's history. It was the birth and coronation place of the first Hungarian king, St. Stephen, as well as the capital of Hungary until the 13th century. Esztergom is the seat of the Hungarian Catholic Church and home to the Basilica of Esztergom, a masterpiece of Classicism and the third largest church in Europe.