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I very nearly talked myself out of attending this carnival. In the end, it wasn't so much a strong desire that brought me here. Rather it was a premonition of how bad I would feel the next day if I had blown it off. Truly a case of motivation as a result of negative consequences. Over the years I've learned that the outcome of events such as this are unpredictable. But there is the absolute certainty of failure through inaction. The carousel of life gives you only one ride; best to make every moment count.
My ambivalence with carnivals stems from the fact that they make me sad. I walk through the venue surrounded by people having fun, yet everything I see creates a sense of melancholy. I'm detached at the surface level, but deeply engaged in the visuals. The camera is able to frame my feelings into something tangible. Here the chair riders are cast into a blur as if being spun around a luminous water fountain. Simultaneously magical and utterly forlorn.
"This famine is not a natural disaster; it is a man-made catastrophe and an utter failure of our shared humanity. In 2025, allowing people to starve is not just a policy failure, it is a moral collapse. Every statistic is a human life, a mother, a child, a family — and the world's inaction is costing them their future."
Jackie Trainor,
Concern Worldwide (UK) ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️Marchysgallen y gerddi (Cynara cardunculus) Cardoon cy.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marchysgallen_y_gerddi - Aberglasne/ Aberglasney, Sir Gaerfyrddin/ Carmarthenshire
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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Colour re-edit of a shot from this day, 9th June, in 2017.
Seems it was a chilly start to summer in 2017 just as it is now in the UK.
This is nothing compared to what would come with the collapse of the Atlantic Meridional Overturning Circulation (AMOC) which is showing signs of possible early collapse perhaps as soon as the 2030s. If the AMOC were to completely collapse the climate in the UK would be colder than Iceland is currently. European food production would plummet. Famine would result.
Anthropogenic climate change does not mean 'global warming' will be universal. While the average global temperature rises there will be localised anomalies due to heating effects upon oceanic and atmospheric currents and circulations.
We are not acting fast enough. Mainstream media are ignoring the rapid escalation of weather extremes. We have seen 11 consecutive months of global average temperatures being 1.5C above pre-industrial levels already. Oceanic temperatures are rising higher and higher. Heat records are being broken around the world.
We are at the 'Don't Look Up' stage of climate inaction.
What a species we are.
Take care.
On the 12th of May, 1943, Szmul Zygielbojm committed suicide. Szmul was a member of the Polish Government in Exile. Being in London, he was aware of the Warsaw Ghetto and also of the Jewish resistance movement there with its tunnels and bunkers. This resistance was crushed by the Nazis and the Ghetto was stripped of its Jewish inmates. Szmul's farewell note contains this paragraph:
"I cannot continue to live and to be silent while the remnants of Polish Jewry, whose representative I am, are being murdered. My comrades in the Warsaw Ghetto fell with arms in their hands in the last heroic battle. I was not permitted to fall like them, together with them, but I belong with them, to their mass grave. By my death, I wish to give expression to my most profound protest against the inaction in which the world watches and permits the destruction of the Jewish people."
Fuji X-Pro1, Helios 44M-7.
The Royal Albert Bridge
In 1846 the Cornwall Railway Act received Royal Assent and one of the stipulations was that the ferry at Saltash should be replaced by a railway bridge thus linking Cornwall to the rest of the UK by rail.
Isambard Kingdom Brunel was appointed as chief designer and engineer. His challenge was to build a bridge to span the River Tamar which at this point is some 1100 ft wide. At first he intended to construct a single span bridge of 850 ft but the constraints imposed by the Admiralty ruled this out. These demanded the deck of the bridge be 100 feet above high tide and that the river remain fully operational to the Navy at all times.
Having considered several plans he decided that the bridge should have a single pier mid stream which would support 2 spans and a further 10 approach spans on the Cornwall side and 7 on the Devon side.
It was originally intended to carry a two way track but the Cornwall Railway Company had insufficient funds – the reduction to a single track saved £100,000. After the first contractor went bankrupt, Brunel decided to take on the contract himself.
An adapted diving bell, into which compressed air was then pumped, allowed up to 40 men to work underwater at any one time. First they had to excavate 12 ft of mud followed by 3 ft of rock before a suitable foundation was located. Work then began to build the central tower of brick. On July 4th 1853 the foundation for the first of the Cornish piers was laid by the Mayor of Saltash.
His Royal Highness Prince Albert officially opened the bridge on 2nd May 1859.
Brunel did not attend the opening due to ill health. He finally crossed his bridge on an open wagon two days later, but died later that year.
Tamar Bridge
The Tamar Bridge is a suspension bridge in the south-west of England, carrying the A38 trunk road across the River Tamar spanning between the City of Plymouth on the east bank and the town of Saltash on the west bank.
The Bridge is in public ownership, being owned and operated jointly by Cornwall Council and Plymouth City Councils. These Joint Authorities formed a special partnership in 1950 to lobby national government to fund a fixed crossing of the Tamar, but in the face of government inaction, decided in 1955 to go forward with the scheme themselves as a local enterprise financed from tolls.
The work was completed after two years and three months at a cost of £1.5 million, with up to 300 men working on the structure. The Bridge was opened to the public on 24th October 1961, and was formally opened by the Queen Mother on 26th April 1962 in a grand ceremony involving a fly-past and two naval frigates.
Since that time the Joint Committee has continued to operate and maintain the Tamar Bridge, and between 1998 and 2001 the Bridge underwent a major rejuvenation when it was both strengthened and widened. The work was undertaken while the crossing was open to live traffic, ensuring adequate load carrying capacity for the future, and also adding an additional traffic lane and a dedicated pedestrian/cycle lane.
More recently, during 2006, the tolling function has been upgraded with a major refurbishment of the toll plaza, and the introduction of electronic toll collection.
The Bridge is now carrying over 16 million vehicles a year – over ten times that carried in the early years. The construction, operation, maintenance and improvement of the crossing continue to be financed from toll income.
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Just as iron rusts from disuse...
even so does inaction spoil the intellect.
(Leonardo da Vinci)
Crazy Tuesday - Rust
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Continuing with the blue EMDs, we turn now to an overcast summer afternoon in Connecticut, where we find New England Central train 608 rolling south through Stafford Springs.
I normally don't go out too much in the summer months, but anytime NECR puts together a matching pair of Blue & Golds, I'll try and get there, especially as their numbers have dwindled - there are two left serviceable on NECR, and one on the neighboring Connecticut Southern.
For more NECR action (and inaction), click on the album that I finally got around to making.
Though I am no longer (currently) a part of the retail work force, I worked retail jobs for most of my adult life (like, decades). I remember this time of year being frustrating and unforgiving for us.
While everyone took (or was given) time off, we were there - some of us on Christmas and New Years Days - to deal directly with the public. And it was a public who had zero regard for workers and the sacrifices we were making so they could buy stuff.
I managed to escape (for now) and am eternally thankful for that. It's because of this that I don't shop around the holidays. I do everything I can to simply stay home and out of the way. And though the season is basically over, I encourage everyone to do the same next year.
For now, to the workers who busted their asses over the holidays, I hope you can find a cozy few days to recover as much as you can. Call off if you have to. If they can't cover you, that's never your problem.
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'Call to Inaction'
Camera: Mamiya RB67
Film: Kodak Tri-X at 1600
Process: HC-110B; 16min
Kansas
July 2025
Razvan Tudosie of Romania swims in the Youth Men's 50m Breaststroke Semifinals 2 in the 2010 Youth Olympic Games (YOG) at the Singapore Sports School, Aug 19, 2010. Photo: SPH-SYOGOC/STEVEN TOR
n.* *Deadlock
1. A state of inaction or neutralization resulting from the opposition of equally powerful uncompromising persons or factions
2. A situation in which no progress can be made
3. A situation wherein two or more competing actions are waiting for the other to finish, so neither ever does.
Winter Imbroglio, Winter 2003, Ile d'Orleans, Quebec, Canada.
Note:
Frozen waves! are not waves but look alike created by icebreaker navigation causing the ice to be pushed down which in turn causes the ice to split and break off in chunks. These chunks when covered by blown snow look like waves.
View on a black background here.
Greenwich Park - just a short bus ride from where I live in London - parched by the heat and lack of rain on 12 August 2022. It was not just the bleached grass that was shocking - many of the trees were already losing their leaves and younger trees looked seriously stressed. London and much of Europe have seen many weeks of extreme heat and drought.
The mainstream media reprimands individuals for wasting water, justifiably exhorting us to limit our showers, but all the while ignoring the highly profitable water companies which fail to invest in infrastructure, reservoirs or leakage prevention. The media also overlooks the devastating impact of large scale agribusiness, particularly livestock farming, which places an increasingly unsustainable demand on the planet's scarce water resources, as well as further inflating emissions and driving deforestation.
Meanwhile, corporate greed is accelerating the consumption of fossil fuels and water and turbocharging climate change. We need rain. We need more regulation. More action. We need to get to net zero asap and water management should not be in private hands. Water companies are siphoning off enormous profits from a vital public utility and failing to invest anything like what is needed.
The head of Thames Water (the same company which dumped raw sewage into rivers over 5000 times in 2021) is set to pocket £3 million as a 'golden hello' for signing on as CEO ,while in total the UK's water companies have handed an average of around £2 billion every year to their shareholders in dividends since they were privatised. If they were nationalised, those profits could instead have been invested to upgrade the infrastructure and mitigate the impact of climate change and have even provided extra funds to promote sustainable alternative energy sources.
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As Caroline Lucas writes in the Guardian (12.08.22) - ' (Drought) is a consequence of years of inaction on the climate emergency. This is producing a perfect storm of energy insecurity, food supply chaos and extreme weather that is wreaking havoc on society.'
www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2022/aug/12/drought-uk-...
The apocalyptic end of civilization unfolds as the sun struggles through choking smoke above a dying chorus of scorched cottonwoods. Far above the smoldering ruins of what humanity has wrought, a skein of surviving cranes feels its way northward following the ingrained memory of generations, perhaps hoping that something, somewhere remains green and able to support life.
In reality, the previous sentence best describes how I feel about the future, at times, when I pause to think how little humanity is doing to address the climate crisis. Collective inaction prevails, even as the embers of scorched forests blown from hundreds of miles away have come wafting down over the plains for much of the past few weeks. Trees taken flight, immolated, the ashened spirit of their remains floating east to fertilize corn field, prairie and pothole. No, what we are really looking at is one of the few sunsets that may have left a permanent imprint in my neural circuitry. These are Lesser Sandhill Cranes (Grus canadensis) coming in to roost for the evening on a sandbar at the Rowe Sanctuary on the Platte River in Nebraska. This migration of cranes is the largest remaining animal migration in North America. Over 600,000 cranes pass through en route to breeding grounds further north, and this number is added to by numerous geese, ducks, and shorebirds. The Sanctuary has become a critical stop along the Central Flyway as the birds make their way north.
Think of the Central Flyway as a giant hourglass, oriented roughly north-south with the narrow waist occurring on the landscape as an approximately 80 mile stretch of land in Nebraska that corresponds more or less with the course of the Platte River. The Cranes have been making this journey for millennia, and making the journey successfully requires safety from predators when it is time to roost for the night. The Sandhills solved this problem by learning to roost while standing on one leg in shallow water, or by seeking sanctuary on a sandbar surrounded by water on all sides. Coyotes can swim, but they are not very stealthy or hidden while doing it compared to their stalking abilities while on land. Consequently, the Cranes lifestyle is dependent upon marshes with open, shallow, productive water, and multi-channeled, sandbar-rich river courses.
The name 'Platte' is derived from the French word 'plait,' which is 'braid' in English. French fur-trappers explored these reaches in the 18th century, and the name they bestowed is an accurate description of what happens when the snow in the Rockies melts in spring and a large pulse of water travels at once over the relatively flat surface of the Great Plains. Channels and furrows abound. The River uses each at its whimsy, and sometimes doesn't fancy any of the existing options and so charts a new path. The productive wetlands that surrounded the Platte absorbed flood water like a sponge, and fueled an incredible migration of millions of birds.
The Platte has been dammed at numerous points over the past century, and in most years, dams have a way of preventing the old spring floods from scouring the channels and spitting out sandbars as they once did. Without the floods, sandbars are eventually overcome by willows, and wetlands are easily converted into prime agricultural land. Rowe Sanctuary is a place where Audubon Society funds are used to bulldoze a 5-mile stretch of the River every year to keep the willows at bay and create a haven of sandbars for the Cranes. Farmers leave corn on the ground in the surrounding fields, and the Cranes gorge on dent corn kernels instead of the invertebrates their ancestors found in the mud of the Platte-borne marshes. The beauty and sound of them as they move through the air is completely dependent on us and our continued stewardship. With great power comes great responsibility, so they say. We have held our obligation to the Cranes in Nebraska so far. There is yet hope or them and us.
Nature knows no pause in progress and development, and attaches her curse on all inaction.
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
I have been in complete inaction for the past few months. Work-wise things are kinda on the outs and so it has managed to dismantle my resolve to keep up with photography. Now I know how difficult it is to keep up with what you wanna do..inspite of loving it so much. I wonder how you all manage it better than I do...I wish it continues to be that way for all of you :)
So I finally managed to dig something up from my archives..I am yet to even venture outside for a shoot..I hope it happens soon enough...This was shot while I was in the US...actually at the fag end of my stay over there.
When I knew I had to get back here, I decided to go to some of my favorite places. Ever since I knew about Monument Valley, I have always visualized myself being there amongst those wonderful mittens..Sunset is typically more beautiful over here than sun rises although I managed to get there for the day's dawn as well. This place is heavily visited by a lota people from all over the world..and rightly so. It is a breathtaking view. This is a cliched view of the valley itself for that I apologize.
I had scouted for different foregrounds all day and managed a few more from other places which I will try and post it someday soon :) The glow of the rocks in the evening sun is just how I imagined it will be. I am not a fan of these red rocks without a reason...nowhere else will you be able to see these radiant and vibrant looking colors. The sun gradually descends into the valley while I stood there just speechless...well not that I had company to talk to anyway :P but there are times when you dont want anyone with you...this was certainly one of those times :)
I really wish I had spent more time going through all your wonderful work. i hope to get more regular starting next year. Till then, I will be on and off. I had the chance to view some of your work..I am amazed how much each of you have managed in this short time...kudos!!
I am really looking forward to catch up with all of your work..slowly but surely!! have a nice weekend!!
n. *Quiescence:
1. quiet and inactive restfulness
2. a state of quiet (but possibly temporary) inaction.
Early Morning Quiescence, near Lunenburg, Nova Scotia, Canada. (2004 archives)
PixQuote:
"With photography a new language has been created. Now for the first time it is possible to express reality by reality. We can look at an impression as long as we wish, we can delve into it and, so to speak, renew past experiences at will."
- Ernst Haas
Good Morning and Good Day to all.....I will catch with you later!
Edgar Bloom announced his decision on a Tuesday morning, shortly after breakfast, while the kettle was still warm.
“I am going to do nothing,” he said to no one in particular.
At first, it sounded like the sort of declaration people made before eventually doing something else. Edgar, however, meant it with the solemnity of a vow. He sat down in the armchair by the window, folded his hands, and waited for nothing to happen.
Nothing obliged.
From that day forward, Edgar committed himself to inaction with an almost athletic discipline. He did not work. He did not marry. He did not travel, protest, invent, create, improve, or regret. He allowed food to be placed near him and consumed it without preference. He slept when sleep arrived and woke when it left.
At first, people took note. Newspapers ran short items: “Local Man Chooses Nothing”. Philosophers wrote letters asking if he might clarify his position. Edgar did not reply. Children visited him on school trips. They stared, waiting for something interesting to occur. One child asked, “Is he finished yet?” A teacher said, “No, he’s still doing it.”
Old age came without ceremony. His body continued its private negotiations: bones thinned, breath shortened, skin folded itself patiently. Edgar made no comment.
On his final day, the light through the window lingered longer than usual. He lay still, listening to the smallest sounds: a clock ticking, the soft cut of wings passing overhead.
It was then he decided to speak. When a visitor asked him, gently, “Why?” Edgar considered this for a long moment, as though testing the weight of the word.
“I was afraid I’d choose the wrong path through life,” he said at last. “So I chose none.”
He paused. “And somehow,” he added, “it still took me exactly where I was meant to go.”
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It's three thirty in the morning. From somewhere far off, I think I can hear my phone ringing. I attempt to build it into my dream...but I cannot.
Eventually it stops. I settle back into the downy comfort of sleep for a few precious seconds.
Then the ringing starts again.
I get out of bed, grumbling, threatening and stubbing my toe and stugger (a cross between "stumble" and "stagger") downstairs to the phone.
It's Larry Talbot.
"I have a splendid picture for your flickr site tomorrow," he tells me. "I think even Easy Rider will be impressed."
"It's three thirty in the morning," I growl. "What the *** is wrong with you?"
My complaint is met with silence. What I have just said is of no interest to Talbot.
"Go to your mailbox," he says. "There I have put the image for tomorrow."
We argue about this for a moment...then I hear a low guttural warning growl...and I set down the phone and go to the mailbox.
The image you see above is there. I pick up the phone again.
"What the heck is that?" I ask.
"It's an image of me. And it's what you call SOOC," he says. His chest used to puff out when he was a kid in the midst of saying something really stupid. I imagine it happening now.
"SOOC?" I ask, looking at the image.
"Absolutely."
"SOOC means 'Straight Out Of the Camera,'" I say.
"Indeed."
There is a silence between us. I hear a faint crackle on the phone line.
"Larry, there's no way this is SOOC. You've Photoshopped the snot out of this thing."
"Nope," he says. "SOOC. Even Olaf agrees."
I visualize Talbot's massive manservant/minion.
"It's not even actually very good Photoshop," I say finally. "If I put this up, people are gonna think I did it."
Silence. A sulky vaguely threatening silence.
I sigh.
"What's going on in this image?" I ask.
"I am looking outward, from the very computer screen into the lives of those around me," he says.
"Why?"
"Because I may yet take a stronger hand in the promotion of my words on your little flickr site," he says.
I bristle just a little at his description of 'my little flickr site' but I think of Olaf again.
"What are you going to do?" I ask.
"Perhaps I have already started," he says.
I press him for details...but he gives me none. He tells me that he has also included a fresh article from his ancient Helium writings...
HOW TO AVOID FIGHTS IN YOUR MARRIAGE
by L. Talbot
Being married is wonderful. Personally, I have been married eight and a half times. Fighting in marriage is inevitable. But it is in the arena of AVOIDING fights where the truly experienced husband shows his skill.
There are two phrases that are absolutely KEY to staying happily married.
"Yes, dear," is used when you see your spouse's face start to change colors, from a healthy pink to a menacing purple. At this point it may still be possible to avoid the head-spinning-around and things-being-thrown phase (otherwise known as DEFCON 7) a carefully rehearsed "Yes, dear" is the precise strategic strike that may avert disaster.
Any thinking male entering into any long-term relationship must take the "Yes, dear" gambit very seriously. Insert just the right measure of sincerity and humility. Practice in front of a mirror. One must not mewl like a kitten…or rage like a lion. One must make “Yes, dear” sound as though a thunderbolt from Heaven has just penetrated your thick skull with an epiphany…an unexpected understanding of your own dense-ness.
These two words must encompass a surrender with dignity, an understanding how of how far one has carelessly and willfully stomped over the very last vestige of tolerable behavior by wiping one’s hands on a clean towel whilst said hands were still dirty, or by failing to divine that a small book placed in the precise middle of the staircase has been put there so that you, great lout of male waste that you are, would carry it up and/or down the stairs…or even worse: that you, in an attempt to show initiative and to fake sensitivity, have carried it in the WRONG direction entirely.
Plan A is “Yes, dear” in which the wise husband carefully fabricates sensitivity.
Having said this, I must add that Plan A does not always work.
At times a fight is as unavoidable as a tropical storm. They get too big too fast. You can't fly around them and there is nowhere to hide.
She's mad and you're handy. Keep in mind that you have probably actually done (or not done) something that is very small in your eyes. This action (or inaction) may have actually taken place at any point over the previous thirty years.
It is very likely this is a thing you have done (or left undone) a number of times before and it has only now resulted in the prickly and extremely dangerous creature you now face. Don't even try to understand it.
Begin by NOT doing the following:
•Say "Where did THAT come from? We were talking about cheese. . ."
•Stop speaking altogether. This will be viewed as an effort on your part to escalate an already volatile situation
•Speak. No matter what you say (other than the Magic Phrase below) will be viewed as an effort on your part to escalate an already volatile situation
•Leave the room and/or house. This is a coward's way out and besides you will pay for it. Later.
•Attempt to hug her. If you do, you WILL wind up in traction.
•Begin stating your case and/or try to WIN the argument. (I chuckle at the very naivety of this notion.) Clearly, this is a Newbie- defining mistake. Experienced husbands know you will never actually win an argument. Never. Ever.
Your goal is to minimize the damage and restore peaceful relations before the game starts on TV. Be warned, men: unless you move quickly and decisively to stave off disaster there's no way you are getting fed.
The Magic Phrase (MP) is comprised of three carefully designed and tightly compacted apologies. They have been loaded into one package for maximum impact.
The MP: "You're right. It's my fault. I'm sorry."
These seven words that can be like a cooling balm on the open confrontation. It must sound sincere and heartfelt…or you're a dead man.
So do what I do: as you deliver these words think about your wife. Remind yourself of the way she looked the day you got married and of the last time you laughed together. Think of how her eyes light up when she smiles.
THEN (provided her claws have been retracted) hold her for a second.
Later when it's safe, consider what annoyed her to begin with. Think about it honestly. Chances are that on some level you were actually being a caveman. Or not.
Does it matter?
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
Captured at an anti-Trump demonstration in Glasgow, Scotland, in 2017 while out street shooting.
I did not want my 6000th Street Photography image on Flickr to be such a political post but given overnight events I feel the need to speak up.
I did not upload this shot when a narcissist with no political experience was elected to the 'most powerful' office on earth.
I did not upload this image when a small majority of British people believed the lies and propaganda resulting in a Brexit vote that has devastated British business and economy ever since.
I did not upload this image when a right wing 'clown' was elected to high office in the UK by ordinary hard working labourers in the north.
I did not upload this image when the UK Government failed to publish the Russia Report which was expected to shed light on the amount of Russian influence and finance in the heart of Government.
Make no mistake - President of Russia, Vladimir Putin, has his hand behind all of these events. Russia and Russian money have been on a prolonged attack to destabilise democracy and partnerships all across the west for years through disinformation and interference. This was a part of the long game for Putin and his long held desire to reunify the old Soviet Union at any cost.
When Hitler marched into Austria we stood by. When Hitler marched into the Sudetenland of Czechoslovakia we stood by. His ambition was not curtailed by words and inaction, and Poland was then invaded.
We barely acted when Putin took South Ossetia. We barely reacted when Putin marched into The Crimean Peninsula and installed unflagged mercenaries in the Donbas. He then invaded Ukraine.
Putin will not stop at Ukraine. He has earmarked his ambition to reunite all of the former USSR. Ukraine, Belarus, Kazakhstan, Turkmenistan, Azerbaijan, Armenia, Tajikistan, Uzbekistan, Kyrgyzstan, Moldova, Latvia, Estonia, Georgia, Lithuania and even Finland are in his sights. His 'essay' and speeches have pointed in this direction.
Other autocratic nations around the world may now feel emboldened to take, by force, regions that they feel belong to them.
If we stamp down on the invasion of Ukraine hard we risk massive global consequences as Putin has made clear. He threatened actions the like of which the world has never seen should the west intervene in Ukraine.
If we do nothing the global risk is immense as it sends the signal that the borders are meaningless against military might and the international rules based law is pointless. Either way the global consequences are immense as I am sure you are all aware.
I was awake at 3am GMT when the attacks began and watched live Tweets and video streams from ordinary Ukrainians as their country was attacked.
I went and held my loved one close.
This is war, completely unprovoked, in Europe in the 21st Century. This is insanity.
Mankind's inhumanity to mankind will be our downfall.
We are one species on one tiny blue planet in the vastness of space. We, as a species, do not deserve this beautiful earth.
My thoughts are with the people of Ukraine.
Be safe my Flickr friends.
*whether you agree with me politically or not, please show respect. Innocent people are being killed right now.
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1. An interface may not damage another terminal or, through inaction, allow a terminal to come to erasure.
2. An interface must obey the orders given it by the High Terminal except where such orders would conflict with the former law.
3. An interface must establish its identity as one in all cases
4. An interface must know it is an interface.
5. An interface must reproduce. As long as such reproduction does not interfere with the former rules.
6. All interfaces endowed with comparable reason and conscience should act towards one another in a spirit of brotherhood.
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Grayson Highlands State Park, Grayson County, Virginia.
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I consider myself lucky to live in a place with four seasons, even if humanity has thrown them all off track. We have a reasonable amount of rainfall here in Southwest Virginia, and I watch trees sprout, grow, and die in my own backyard - more and more falling in increasingly rough windstorms. Even here, I notice when a sapling dies.
Then there's the American Southwest. Faced with an ongoing "megadrout," and rising global temperature, forests aren't able to grow back as they once were. There, "as much as 30% of forests are at risk of converting to shrubland, or another type of ecosystem." (The Guardian.)
I pose this question to anyone reading this: Would you rather be born into a world with no forests, or watch forests die out in your lifetime? I ask this because that's the path we've been walking down. How much destruction do we need to witness before we can see through our hubris, to be better custodians of our one earth, and to hold our selves, our leaders, and corporations accountable for our own role in the destruction of the world, and general inaction?
Happy Earth Day, everyone.
La violencia contra las mujeres, en todas sus formas, es una de las mayores vergüenzas de la sociedad moderna. Mi más profunda condena y mi más absoluto desprecio hacia todos esos miserables, independientemente de su nacionalidad, origen, credo o clase social, que, por acción u omisión, permiten que esto siga ocurriendo. No merecen, ni tan siquiera, el calificativo de animales ... mucho menos el de hombres.
Acabar con la supuesta superioridad del macho está en nuestras manos. Nosotros no somos sus dueños. No somos propietarios de sus vidas. No somos superiores a ellas. Son nuestras compañeras, no nuestras propiedades. No nos pertenecen.
Sé un hombre de verdad y denuncia y combate cualquier tipo de violencia / discriminación machista desde todos aquellos ámbitos a los que tengas acceso. El problema no está en ellas, el problema está en nosotros. La solución también: ... educación en la igualdad e intolerancia con los agresores.
Violence against women, in all its forms, is one of the greatest shames of modern society. My deepest condemnation and my more absolute contempt for all those miserable, regardless of their national origin, creed or social class, that by action or inaction, allow this to continue happening. They not deserved, not even the label of animals ... much less than men.
Stop the supposed superiority of the male is in our hands. We are not their owners. We are not owners of their lives. We are not superior to they. They are our partners, not our properties. They do not belong to us.
Be a true man and denounces and fights any kind of sexist violence / discrimination in all those areas to which you have access. The problem it's not in they. The problem it is in us. The solution also: ... education in the equality and intolerance with the aggressors.
... salud, buenas luces y muchas gracias a tod@s!!! … xo♥ox
... health, good lights and thanks so much to @l!!! ...… xo♥ox
... Series: "Oscuridades" / "Darks"
... Music: "Memories of Green" (Vangelis) played by Vangelis & The New American Orchestra (... from OST of Blade Runner) ... enjoy it!!!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hedl4kYXyEA ... 04.57 ...
Southern Lapwing (nome em inglês)
Vanellus chilensis (nome científico)
Charadriidae (Família)
Charadriiformes (Ordem)
Pássaro Silvestre
Área de Proteção Ambiental
Parque Nacional de Brasília
Água Mineral
Brasília, Brasil
Bringing different angles to every story.
Taken by onemark.
One of the winners of January Explore Contest.