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This is what we could see at lunchtime on New Year's Eve, my 63rd birthday. The fire catastrophe in SE New South Wales in and Gippsland in Victoria has produced this smoke. The nearest house in this images 230 meters away for understanding the smoke density.
The pano is badly stitched as I don't have access to good pano software at the moment.
Our house is (at the moment) OK, but Saturday 4 January 2020 will present a new challenge. We are prepared, and have a fire pump and 40,000 litres of water in our pool in case we have a problem. This is the new reality for Australia following a decade of inaction on climate and fire safety. We need a new generation of politicians who actually give a sh*t...
The residents of my area have been fighting with the paid employees of the Bega Valley Shire Council about removing fire threat vegetation directly outside our properties, but our views have been ignored for 3 1/2 years. Maybe this will wake them up from their idealist preservation slumber and act, although it's probably too late for us.
En japonais, le ma signifie l’intervalle, l’espace, la durée, la distance. Non pas celle qui sépare, mais celle qui unit. En musique, c'est la pause (suspension) qui crée le rythme, inaction entre deux mouvements, silence entre deux phrasés musicaux.
In japanese, the ma means the interval, space, time, distance. Not that which separates, but that which unites.
In music, this is a pause (suspension) that creates the rhythm, movement between two inaction, silence between two musical phrases.
Recently I took a short two weeks vacation to India to visit family and friends. Most of the pictures I took were of people in India. I'll be posting some of these images as I go along.
This was taken very early in the morning in Gurgaon, Haryana, India. A family from the state of Bihar. They were on their way to some place; I stopped them and asked for a family photo and they gladly said yes.
Challenger MT 865 E with the HORSCH Cruiser 12 XL
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the reign of new Emperor who succeeded to Alexander I started from armed insurrection of group of aristocrats which later was called "decabrists" (Decembrist revolt). Their loyal troops, after a long period of inaction and negotiation, were destroyed in Senate Square, where the statue of the victor is looking
Alverstone Mead Local Nature Reserve is a lowland freshwater wetland nature reserve close to Sandown, Isle of Wight. it is a part of the Alverstone Marshes Site of Special Scientific Interest
Tbilisi is again gripped by protests - this time Rustaveli Avenue was occupied by representatives of the opposition, non-governmental organizations and journalists who accuse the authorities
The death of Georgian journalist Lekso Lashkarava, who died a few days after he was beaten during the filming of an anti-LGBT contract, shocked Georgia.
The top officials expressed official condolences and promised an objective investigation, and the opposition accused the authorities of inaction on July 5, when the city was engulfed in riots and more than 50 media representatives were injured.
The opposition and civil society activists announced rallies demanding the resignation of the government at the parliament building.
Angie's Cafe in Logan UT. "Where the locals eat". This place was crazy busy for a Thursday, but it was around noon, so that probably explains it.
I'm surprised at the quality of the G1 camera pics.
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Reiter RESPIRO R9 'Profi' pick-up belt rake with the FENDT 516 Vario 'Profi'
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After decades of inaction, Peppercorn designed blue liveried LNER 'A2' 4-6-2 no.60532 ‘Blue Peter’ is finally on the main line as she heads north along the ECML at Ryther with the 1Z32 up 14:06 London Kings Cross to York private charter.
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A long overdue update to my ARC -170!
There’s a photo on my phone of a WIP of the nose dated December 2022, so this has been in the works for quite some time 😅
My first attempt at this ship was about five years ago, when I was just getting back into MOC building after a long dark age. My MOC building skills have improved considerably since then so I wanted to go bigger and better and put my skills to the test with this new interpretation. One of my goals with this project was to include a mechanism to operate the S-foils: turning the astromech head will open and close the wings!
You can see a video of the mechanism inaction on my insta
Instructions are available on Brick Vault
Side wall of a timeworn corner building in Fultonville, N.Y. We can only guess why the third upper window was bricked over, but whoever did the work did a nice job of it. I wonder also if the door was enlarged from a window, given its symmetry with the other windows.
A second early morning shot of 37402 during its time on the naughty step at Workington Main.
Although it appears that a "down" train is due, in reality all main line signals are pegged "off" as both signal boxes are locked out on a Sunday until mid-day, Workington not hosting a timetabled service until 12.48.
This meant that rescue for 402 did not occur until half past two in the afternoon, a light engine being despatched from Kingmoor for the purpose.
As if to enhance the general feeling of doom a lone magpie surveys the scene from atop the yard exit's starter.
Its always interesting to see how the bright lights of NYC will illuminate passing low level clouds..
Death has always a rough topic for me, I've been faced with it many times. So was a friend of mine, Peter Parker, as well as his.. ‘Brothers’. They were clones of him, perfect copies made from his DNA. One of his brothers was a man named Kaine. Today is the anniversary of his death. I had tried to warn him about how death works with people like us, but he just brushed me off like I was just a crazy old fool.
Kaine and I were a lot alike in a way. We were both outcasts from society, shunned to the side just because we were different. Thinking back maybe my method was a little extreme and that may be why he didn’t believe me. Around two weeks after Kaine became Spider-Man, I kidnapped him and brought him to my bunker.
Long Ago…
I walked into his “Cell” if you could even really call it that, it was a fully furnished specially designed room outfitted for someone like him and I who have a connection to the Spider Totem.
“How are you doing?”
“Just dandy.” He says sarcastically.
I enter the passcode on the keypad on the glassdoor. Compressed air shoots from the area as I open the previously tightly sealed door. I walk in and help Kaine up.
“Who the hell are you?” He demands.
“Ezekiel Sims, I am a friend of Madame Web and Peter Parker. I have brought you here to warn you about the Inheritors and a man named Morlun.”
“Yeah, Madame Web told me about him. He killed me before she brought me back.”
“It's not just him we have to worry about. He has an entire family, all hellbent on destroying people like us. When we die, they feed on our energy.”
“Why do I need to know this?” He asks.
“Because I've been monitoring your endeavors as Spider-Man, and you're putting your life and those you care about at risk.”
“I'm out there saving the city!” He yells, “And you're sitting in this bunker watching? People die because of your inaction. I'm out.”
“Fair enough.” I say while making no attempt to stop him. I unlock the door for him, and he exits through the vault door on the ceiling.
A Woman around his age walks into the room.
“You need to go about this differently Ezekiel. Kidnapping people and dragging them to the bunker doesn’t exactly give them a reason to believe you.”
“How long have you been up, Cindy?”
“Long enough. Sounds like you scared him off.”
Present Day.
He didn’t believe me or adhere to my warning, later that year... Kaine Parker died. I've been up all night, sifting through the footage of the battle, and I'm starting to see something strange. A silhouette. I zoom in a little more. Upon further inspection, I see a pale man, with long black hair.
My blood chills as the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up.
I call for Cindy, and she walks into the room.
“What is it?” She asks curiously
“It’s Morlun. He's in the footage. He probably sensed Kaine's energy. He's going to feed.”
“Jesus Christ. We need to lock up the vault!”
“No. This time we fight. For Kaine. I couldn't save him, but we can still avenge him. Morlun had something to do with it, I know it.”
“How do you reckon we defeat him?”
“We need to find Parker and Madame Web.”
I emerge from the vault with one thing in mind, finding Kaine's home. I need to wear something other than my usual clothes if I'm going to be swinging around these streets. I speak into my earpiece.
“Cindy, you there?”
“Yeah.”
“Can you search through the previous residences of Peter Parker?”
“Yeah, give me a second. Ha, here it is. The apartment of Gwen Stacy Parker. Ditko Avenue, South. I'll give you more immediate directions when you're close.”
I roll up my sleeves, and cavities open up from my wrists.
“Haven't used these in awhile.”
I then kick off my shoes and socks to expose my adhesive skin. I press my middle and ring fingers onto my palm, and a substance shoots from my wrist, and clings onto the side of a nearby building.
I pull on the web, and instantly fly to where it was stuck to the wall. I press my fingertips to the cold brick, and survey the area. I spot a building across the street that could give me an advantage.
I bend my arms and legs, preparing for take off, and leap into the air, feeling the wind flow through my stark white hair.
I land on the building, and begin to alternate my hands and feet, climbing the building’s wall. For some reason, this makes me feel so young, like it's before the accident all over again.
I reach the top of the building, and begin to run. My feet are probably torn up and bleeding, but the adrenaline blinds me from even noticing the pain, as I feel better than I've ever felt in my long life.
I prepare, and leap to the neighboring building, landing on the roof, and rolling to spread impact. I stop when out of the corner of my eye, I spot one light on in an otherwise pitch black apartment building. I begin hearing static in my earpiece until I focus and hear Cindy's voice.
“Ezekiel? Ezekiel? Are you -”
“Yeah, I'm here.” I say, cutting her off, and connecting back to reality.
“What happened?”
“I’m not sure, but I think I know where I need to go.” I say while getting up, preparing to head to the light. I shoot a web at the side of the building and land near the window. I peer my head in the window and see two people. A blonde woman, who I assume is Gwen, and Peter, and that’s when I decide to crawl in.
They both notice me, with extremely different reactions. Gwen screams at the top of her lungs, while Peter stands up from the couch, presenting his hand as a greeting. I shake it, and he smiles. I notice streaks on his cheeks, it looks like he was crying. I turn to my left, and see mascara flowing from Gwen's eyes. I see her holding an infant wrapped in a red blanket. There are pictures of a man who looks like Peter, but with a little more scruff and scars. Kaine.
“I'm sorry for your loss.”
“Thanks, Ezekiel. Means a lot.” Peter says, as Gwen bolts out of the room, sobbing.
Peter continues. “Why are you here, though?”
“Because I have a debt to pay. Do you know where Kaine kept his suits?” I reply.
“I know just the place.”
End of App
When I heard Payton dropped Spidey, I was surprised, and saddened. But we all lose interest sometimes. I decided to apply for the role after dropping Captain America. But instead of using the “teenager turned into Spider-Man from accident”, I decided to put my own spin on the mythos by using Ezekiel Sims, a character I've always been interested in. Thanks for reading!
"Just as iron rusts from disuse, even so does inaction spoil the intellect."
— Leonardo Da Vinci (Italian polymath of the High Renaissance who was active as a painter, draughtsman, engineer, scientist, theorist, sculptor, and architect)
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"For I know the plans I have for you", declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11
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Today in Canberra, coinciding with the re-convening of Parliament, thousands of protesters are expected to attend the Women’s March 4 Justice rally. There will be more than 40 other rallies in cities and towns across the country.
Protestors, indeed the country, are demanding that politicians address gender inequality, misogyny and dangerous workplace cultures.
These protests have been specifically sparked by the recent series of sexual assault allegations including that by Brittany Higgins who alleges she was raped inside Defense Minister Linda Reynold's office by a fellow Liberal party staffer, and the recent historical rape allegation made against Attorney-General Christian Porter. These followed the brilliant reporting on 4Corners last year by Louise Milligan, that showed the toxic work culture inside our Parliament House.
Women deserve to feel safe. Women deserve to feel that they will be believed. Women deserve equal rights and an equal place in our society.
I am not suggesting that these things do not happen on the other side of politics, indeed they are rife throughout our entire society, but our current government has recently shown itself to be nothing more than an absolute boys club, and their inaction on these matters over many years, and their treatment of women is a disgrace.
March for Justice people, more power to you.
If you have a spare hour or so, I put the link below out there. My favourite ever episode of ABC Q&A from October 2019, with a panel of intelligent, strong women, including the amazing Mona Eltahawy and Jess Hill, discussing many issues around womens's rights, indigenous rights, patriarchy and ageism. They say it far better than I can.
This episode was banned after airing and removed from ABC websites, because some panellists advocated violence. I also issue a language warning.
Oh, and ABC can we get Fran Kelly on as a permanent Q&A host, Hamish is horrible.
"Spectral (adj.) - coming from or seeming to be the spirit of a dead person." In this case, a spirit of the forest that once blanketed these parts, manifesting in the heart of the morning rush in downtown Vancouver. The tree balances on point, like much of the natural world, waiting in suspension for us to determine by our action or inaction whether to take root and flourish, or wink out in thin spiral of smoke.
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THE SITUATION IN MINEAPOLIS
I thought it would be useful to offer you some first-hand perspective of what’s happening here as I don’t think people who are watching from afar quite understand what is unfolding, how it feels, and what it means.
In Minneapolis we are living under a fascist assault, and most of our institutions appear to be failing us, including the law, the government, our elected leaders, and the media.
There are masked, highly armed men roaming our city in unmarked cars terrorizing us, assaulting us, kidnapping us, and now killing us. They have attacked my friends’ kids’ school, teargassing students, staff, and community members. Many of my non-white friends are carrying their passports with them at all times now. A friend of mine was assaulted, kidnapped and illegally detained for about 9 hours. Here is her account:
youtu.be/Inn-sfiMcyE?si=G69LrIXMJ2Trrt_l
There is no due process, there is zero regard for the law, there is no regard for safety of anyone, and so far there has been no institutional check on their violence and intimidation. People are disappearing with no way to find out where they were taken. The police are nowhere to be seen, so the lawlessness is becoming increasingly brazen.
They are also joined by outside provocateurs and agitators. One image that got a lot of play in the media was a man burning an American flag. What is less known is that he was masked, no one knows who he is, and he left immediately after creating the spectacle. Some protestors followed him asking who he was or where he was from but he refused to respond and left the scene.
No one is helping us, so we are having to do it ourselves. We have people who are too scared to leave their homes so thousands of us are quickly mobilizing to join neighborhood chats and resource sharing to get groceries and supplies to families that need them. We are keeping eyes on ICE activities and alerting our neighbors of their presence whenever and wherever we can. We are organizing peaceful protests and trying to demand accountability from our leaders. The people responding are not far-left agitators or extremists. These are neighbors from every walk of life who are stepping in where our institutions are failing us, documenting the hundreds of crimes being inflicted on us daily, sharing information in real time, sharing food, and resources. And yes, we are pissed, and sometimes things get heated, but the David/Goliath dynamics here cannot be overstated.
I don’t use the term fascism lightly or carelessly. I really hope people can understand crystal clear the implications of what is happening.
The other day Mayor Frey told a reporter that yes, legally the police could and should arrest the people doing this to us. But, he said there are more of them and they have more guns. Let that sink in. The people who are supposed to be keeping us safe, who took an oath to defend us and the constitution, who are supposedly trained and armed and paid to do just that, appear to be either too scared, or indifferent, so it has fallen upon us to keep our neighbors safe, and to fight for our rights.
If this administration is allowed to so brazenly trample our civil liberties in such a public and spectacular way, with zero accountability, and zero checks on their power, then the game’s up. This is a constitutional crisis. This administration has said it doesn’t care about the constitution and is daring constitutional institutions to do something about it and they are not.
We are all terrified. But here in Minnesota we are standing up for each other, for our safety, our rights, and our lives, and praying our institutions may come around and decide to join us. It is incredibly inspiring to watch the community come together for mutual aid, defense and support. And seeing it makes me so so hopeful. Do not feel defeated. Organize your own community and understand the way we make it out of this is together. Find the people who have been fighting fascism for decades, learn from them, plug into those networks, build power, and don’t let fear lead to inaction because that is how they win.
632. Man must fight against darkness by the side of light, since being in alliance with light is being in alliance with Himself.
633. The fight against darkness manifesting in the world is essential. But my foremost duty is the battle against the darkness in my very own soul.
634. The battle against darkness must be omnidimensional.
635. All things that are light-like are in solidarity with one another.
636. In the highest sense of actionality, action and inaction, doing and non-doing (Chinese wei wu wei) coincide with one another: this is when non-doing becomes an act, and doing takes its place in the calm manner of non-doing.
637. (Mors triumphalis) Triumphal death on the battlefield means victory over death, for though I could not conquer the enemy, I triumphed over death - externally I went under death, internally however I won and ascended triumphally.
638. From a traditional perspective, offensive war is considered to be more appropriate than defensive war, viz. the latter acts under coercion.
639. Each heroically orientated man is ab ovo pacific (but not a pacifist): he is not only inclined to establish peace, but has the capability to accomplish it - and he does so.
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Metaphysical aphorisms by András László
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Spirals have no end. Our galaxy is a spiral. Love is a spiral.
Long exposure shot while I was walking by night towards
Santiago de Compostela... It was the last day before we
reached the magic city. I'll never forget that moment.
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Life is a Spiral
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
We are together
Everywhere it takes us
Getting better and better
As we come across
Life is never easy
In its way and go
Sometimes too much breezy
On its day and show
We are here for life
Trying our heart out
How much is there to strife
As we go here about
Dreams are on their wings
Flowing thru the air
As the wind in leaves sings
Through these days everywhere
Life is a spiral
Through the lights of turning
Keeping the essence adaptable
Forever on its roads burning
You and I to find
All our errors and trials
Leaving closed doors behind
In their blocked up denials
Every road is a spiral
Catching a day unknown
What we dream is achievable
Waiting for us at the horizon
We are together
Everywhere it takes us
Getting better and better
As we come across
Life is never easy
In its way and go
Sometimes too much breezy
On its day and show