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Iron rusts from disuse; water loses its purity from stagnation... even so does inaction sap the vigor of the mind.
~ Leonardo da Vinci
Another bokeh wednesday shot from my botanical garden photowalk.
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Pictured left to right: Harold Poole "Cat's Paw" and Sir Qarl Khorman "Stone Eye"
Sir Harold Poole: Born in 691 AV, the son of the famous Sir Dustin Poole, who fought alongside King Davian the Bold in the Great Dragon Extermination campaign that ended in 683AV. Many knights died during this campaign, so many lands and keeps became vacant. Sir Dustin became a landed knight, and took the yellow crowned lion as his sigil, to honour both his liege Lords, the Casterwoods, and the Crown. Sir Harold was knighted himself in 708AV after winning the squire’s melee at the royal tourney commemorating the birth of Prince Dendrick Fielder.
When Sir Dustin died in 715AV, his Keep called Otter Pool was passed to Sir Harold. When Lord Pyrseus called his banners to ride to the Frost Gate in 718AV, Harold hesitated before riding to war against the crown. His father had told him many stories of the King’s legendary exploits, but lately, many rumours spread telling of a King who’d become callus and evil-spirited. Sir Haytham Blythe was an old friend of Harold, and he was convinced that change of leadership was warranted. With the belief that he was fighting for the good of the kingdom, Harold answered the call to arms.
At the Battle of Brothers Blood, Sir Harold charged the Loyalist front lines with Sir Qarl Khorman and their young Lord Pyrseus Casterwood himself. Sir Harold cut down many of House Flint’s knights in a desperate attempt to capture Lord Henry Flint. Once Lord Pyrseus had captured Lord Flint, he sued for peace with the crown, and House Casterwoods forces returned to their lands in Eastern Thronfeld without resistance.
Harold is conflicted about his role in the rebellion, but he wholeheartedly regrets his inaction during the Seven Year Orc War. Lord Pyrseus ordered his knights to protect their own lands and to refuse their King’s call. Harold lies awake at night wondering how many innocent lives were lost because of the feud between his Lord and his King. Sir Harold is also one of the most decorated tourney knights in the kingdom. During a tournament in 714AV, he famously unseated Sir Haytham Blythe in a joust that lasted 21 rounds. As his body has aged, Harold has participated in fewer tournements, but he remains as sharp as he ever was.
Sir Qarl Khorman, (born 689AV) is a knight living in the lands of House Casterwood. His father Jeshua Khorman fled from slavery in Kalarocco and worked as a farmhand for Lord Corbery, a vassal of House Casterwood. In 699AV, two men and a woman, carrying a baby, asked Jeshua to see the Lord Corbery. They brandished a signed invitation from Corbery himself, so Jeshua escorted them to his Lord’s hall. Later that day, Qarl, who was just 10 years old, saw the men rob and kill Lord Corbery. Qarl ran and told his father what happened and Jeshua grabbed his axe and confronted the guests in the storage barn. The men attacked Jeshua, so he killed them both. The woman grabbed Qarl and Qarl bit her hand to get free. The woman yelled at the boy in a deep voice, revealing that she was actually a man. Qarl grabbed his slingshot and launched a stone into the man’s eye and he dropped dead.
Jeshua picked up the baby and removed it’s ragged brown swaddle to reveal a fine linen robe on the boy. Just then, trumpets sounded around the barn. The party of thieves had been tracked by Lord Tyus Casterwood’s men to the barn. Jeshua presented the knights with the child and reported that the men who came with the boy, and killed Lord Corbin, were dead in the storage barn. The Knights took the child and rode back to their Lord. A week later, Lord Tyus and a host of knights appeared at the farm. Lord Tyus announced that Jeshua had rescued his son, young Pyrseus, and killed his kidnappers. He knighted Jeshua on the spot.
When he learned that Qarl had killed one of the men, he knighted the boy as well. The Khormans were informed that Lord Corbery had orchestrated the kidnapping and that he was likely killed in a renegotiation gone wrong. Lord Corbery’s lands were annexed, but his keep and the immediate surrounding lands were gifted to Jeshua and Qarl, making them landed knights. They took the Corbery sigil, a grey and gold hawk, as their own, because they didn’t have the money to change all the banners.
Qarl worked as a page in the Lion’s Den for 6 years and trained with the knights there day and night. When Qarl was 18, his father died of a fever, and Qarl returned to the newly named Khorman’s Keep. Qarl participated as a rebel in the battle of Brother’s Blood in 718AV and fought side by side with the young Lord Pyrseus and Sir Harold Poole as they battled their way to capture Lord Henry Flint in order to avoid calamity and to sue for peace.
Qarl is extremely loyal to House Casterwood, and though he is an older knight, he remains one of their deadliest servants. In his younger years, he enjoyed participating in tournaments. He remains especially gifted in a joust and the melee, though it takes a much bigger prize these days to get him in front of the crowds. He also has a profound hatred for the Vieran, which stems from his family’s northern crossing of the Bloody March. They met a band of Vieran Guerillas and as the fled, a Vieran arrow struck his mother, killing her.
These two knights represent the tight grip that House Casterwood has developed over even the lesser houses in the East of Thronfeld. Liberating these lands will be one thing for the Young King Davian, but converting the inhabitants will be a battle in and of itself.
While we are enjoying the peaceful beauty of Spring, please realize how blessed we are and don't forget the victims of war. Peace, same as life, fragile by nature, must be nurtured, preserved and protected. One senseless act of violence on a large scale by an evil mind can wipe it out and turn our world upside down. History will repeat itself if we allow it through our silence and inaction.
“A modest garden and a country rectory contain for those who know how to look, and to wait, more instruction than a library… Yes, we are too busy, too encumbered, too much occupied, too active! We read too much! The one thing needful is to throw off all one's load of cares, of preoccupations, of pedantry, and to become again young, simple, child-like, living happily and gratefully in the present hour.
We must know how to put occupation aside, which does not mean that we must be idle. In an inaction which is meditative and attentive the wrinkles of the soul are smoothed away, and the soul itself spreads, unfolds, and springs afresh, and, like the trodden grass of the roadside or the bruised leaf of a plant, repairs its injuries, becomes new, spontaneous, true, and original.
Reverie, like the rain of night, restores color and force to thoughts which have been blanched and wearied by the heat of the day. Reverie is the Sunday of thought; and who knows which is the more important and fruitful for man, the laborious tension of the week, or the life-giving repose of the Sabbath?”
Henri-Frederic Amiel, Journal Intime, April 29, 1852
Why do I love becoming a woman? A question I often ask myself as well as hearing from others who know of my liking to take ion a female persona. Do I regret being a man that desires to dress as a woman? Where is it all going to end up?
Questions, questions…
I accept we all have our own motivations and aspirations for expressing our desire to dress as women and which can also be a desire to inhabit a female persona. I have my personal feelings, emotional needs and ambitions for my female alter-ego which are not necessarily a reflection of how others feel about their own situation. For me, I have a need to actually pass as a woman and be perceived as being female when I cross-dress. I will admit to frustration over the years through a combination of my lack of skills in the art of male to female transformation, limits imposed by my physicality (being male) and I’m sure well meant advice telling me to forget passing and just enjoy it. To forget passing undermines everything that motivates my female side. When I become Helene I want to be a woman not simply a man dressed up. I dream of having a feminine appearance and emotionally being female rather than male. If this all sounds like serious transexual characteristics and an urgent need to start transition then let me say with utter certainty that is not what I want.
I don’t buy into the simplistic view that if you have a powerful desire to be a woman then the only answer is to transition. Nothing is that straightforward that you can boil it down to a one or the other answer. There exists a huge area of crossover. I genuinely like my male life and like being me. The idea of killing off my male self and only existing as a woman is not something I want. If I were to indulge in being simplistic, I could say I want it all, to be both a man and a woman. However, I know, especially now I am sixty years of age, how my feelings operate in terms of my transgender feelings. I can see now I have real intense moments of wanting to be female and this are all consuming when they occur. I do understand though, that these intense desires being too diminish and I am happy to return to being a man again. I would say that is reasonably creative cut as to why transitioning would not be a happy course of action for me.
I doubt I am alone in having these intense moments of wanting to be female forever but knowing they will at some point ease off. I will admit that it is these feelings that drive me to want to actually look convincingly female and to behave as a female both physically and emotionally when I transform myself from a man into a woman. It’s a fundamental part of my being and needs to be set free now and again.
In recent months my focus and aspirations for my female self has shifted towards passing myself off in a believable way as being a real woman. I find myself observing real women more and more and noting their choices in clothing, footwear and make-up. I also observe what men find attractive in women they encounter My goal is to be accomplished enough to be perceived as being a female and I too want to behave and respond as a female with any social interactions be that shopping, a polite hell, having a coffee in a cafe, visiting a gallery, having a meal and even creating some intrigue and desire with men. In short my aim for the few hours I take on my female persona I want o be able to cease being a man in every way and exist as a female.
Having outlined my feelings and aspirations does that answer any of the questions I began this narrative with? I think it partly addresses them. I do have many regrets about being a man that dresses as a woman. I kind of regret I never accepted this part of myself throughout my life. It caused me a lot of angst and made me a shy not very sociable person. I think I was far more transexual as a teenager and young man than I am now. Once I settled into a career I liked and a relationship that means more to me than my own inner desires and then had a family, everything took on a different level of contentment and also responsibility. My wife and family far outweigh my lifelong desire to become female, I would hate to cause any disruption to that. I do regret my cowardice as a young person not to act on my inner feelings in regard to desiring to be female. I chose the easy option of denial and suppression. Inevitably, I failed in that attempt at self control and had to come out as being transgender at the age of forty one. I do have regrets that certain people I came out to have used it against me, I misjudged their trust. I have regrets I don’t have breasts, a female body and look female, I dream of being feminine. Im not feminine though so this does distress me somewhat and I regret the lack of femininity.
Despite the regrets, they are not enough to crush me as I do enjoy my life, it’s an aspect I can handle, I know it is down to my own inaction that these regrets exist. I try to not let them intrude as I do enjoy my rare moments as a woman and find each opportunity incredibly rewarding and fulfilling.
Recently I was asked by a female friend where all of this was going to end up? It really made me think and I wanted to answer as honestly as I could. At the moment I think in the next few years I will start to spend time out and about as a woman not a man. This is a reflection of where I am going emotionally and also I do have personal ambitions in regard to the challenge of existing as a (part-time) woman. I want to do it well and never be considered as a man when I head out as a woman. I therefore see an increase in this kind of activity and a change in my wardrobe, hair and make-up to reflect this. I did consider what would occur if I were single. I don’t want to be single but it was a hypothetical scenario I felt I should muse over. I believe I would likely spend a lot more time as my female self if I were single but I’m pretty certain I would not transition. I still like my male self so I see such a scenario as being a less inhibited opportunity to fully express myself more freely.
It has taken me pretty much fifty years to accept myself and I don’t feel I’m still quite there yet, there is a lot more self acceptance I need to embrace. I think it’s my fear of damaging my relationship with my wife and family, who all know I have a female alter-ego, that prevents me from pushing things further. Al I can say is I do feel a lot more at ease with my inner female self than I did in past decades.
"Rogue One, pulling away." - Bodhi Rook
Frustrated at their inaction, Jyn, Cassian, K-2SO, and a number of Rebels volunteer to take matters into their own hands. The party takes the shuttle to raid the databank themselves. Before they take off, however, they are confronted by Rebel command, who asks them to identify themselves. Rook improvises a callsign of "Rogue One" before heading off to Scarif without Alliance permission. (From Wookieepedia.)
"nothing is more painful to the human mind, than, after the feelings have been worked up by a quick succession of events, the dead calmness of inaction and certainty which follows, and deprives the soul both of hope and fear."
I call this series of images, "The One That Slipped Away." I think we can all relate to the sentiment of losing something or someone due to our own inaction or otherwise flawed attempts. If you look closely, you can see the fish spiraling in the splash of water behind the juvenile bald eagle as it escaped the eagle's talons just after he/she attempted to snatch it from the lake. I could almost register the eagle's eyes reflecting this knowledge as it realized what had happened. Better luck next time! Taken at Goldwater Lake a couple weeks ago.
A miserable and cold day in December 1982 saw Peter photographing a WMPTE ex Coventry Daimler standing in Nunts Lane, the bus will turn out onto Wheelwright Lane. This is Keresley and Peter had been to visit Coventry Colliery and the Homefire plant for some railway inaction. Another bus KKV 42 G is arriving to take its turn at the stop
YVC 108K was a Daimler CRG6LX with East Lancs H44/30F body, it was new in May 1972.
Peter Shoesmith 11/12/1982
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Irish Wolfhound puppies at just under a week old. I didn't pose them like this. I think they were just happy to find one of their favorite womb-mates. :) (Puppies IMG_6751.jpg)
Though attention is focused on the recent ocupation of the Malheur Wildlife Refuge by armed extremists in eastern Oregon, Astoria on the Columbia River has been coping with occupiers for well over a year.
To judge from the federal government's silence and inaction in eastern Oregon, you'd think the occupiers there were protected sea mammals like the hundreds of sea lions who have made themselves at home on one of Astoria's docks.
Having failed thus far to dislodge the sea lions, officials in Astoria have approved the purchase of two of the inflatable guys who flail about on the roofs of car dealerships and other must-see attractions.
If they prove effective in scaring off the sea lions, the good people of Burns should try them on the militiamen at the wildlife refuge.
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Sirya is a very young talented artist with Vietnamese origins. She was born in Turin on January 23rd 2002, she has been practising artistic gymnastics the age of four. She has already achieved very good results both in Italy and internationally, also in circus arts and particularly in aerial acrobatics.
Sirya, together with her family, is a street artist: she dances, recites and amuses passers-by with her amazing acrobatics. Sirya became aware very quickly that being an artist is really what she wants to be in her life. What she desires most is “delivering” her art in the streets, theatres, circuses of the whole world, with the aim of making people smile. When she was nine, she took part in the second edition of the Italian television program “Italia’s Got Talent”. After having gone through all the preliminary steps she eventually got to the final. Sirya, thanks to this television program lept to fame for some time and this gave her the possibility to meet important people in this field.
In December 2002, Sirya was admitted to “L’Accademia di Arte Circense” in Verona, where she attended with very good results. Despite her young age she decided to take on a big challenge, and moved to a new and far away town, miles away from her family, though she still managed to often meet her sister Nicole and her mother Marja for street art events.
Sirya’s specialised in different fields: acrobatics, handstand, aerial, dance and contortion. But she has also took part in the 2013 “European Juggling Convention” in Toulose, as a juggling performer.
On the street, unfortunately, “ tools” are very rarely available when you need them, therefore with a wheel on the ground and a crowd in a circle, the show can begin...
Sirya is young but a very determined artist, very mature for her age, but above all, very sentitive towards those who are less lucky then herself. In fact, The “Tip hat” money, apart from little expenses, goes entirely to local charities in Vietnam, where Sirya lived and performed for a year and had the opportunity to witness poverty and misery and to support the project
"Il Sogno di Marja".
Sirya is ambitious: her dream is to develop her skills as an artist and eventually join a big companies like the “Cirque du Soleil”. This will also hopefully enable her to help, in a more substantial way, her Vietnamese friends.
Being an artist means being part of a magical world, a world that you can create and edit according to your likings. It allows you to paint your days with the colours of your mood, to dance and sing at work, to play the music you like and to be yourself. It sounds so incredible, doesn’t it? Yes, it is. And every artist has their own story, here is mine... TBC
~ Sirya Luongo (Sya)
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with the spear is depicted Maria Nikolaevna, the Tsar's eldest daughter
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
Diamonds from the pavement
Where the broken glass had been.
Just like this troubles that I'm leaving to the wind.
Like sapphires in boxcars speeding towards the end.
L'assenza è la più abile delle contorsioniste.
A bitterly cold day to the south of Soldier Summit, Utah, or Carbon as it says to the right. There's snow on the ground and I'm wrapped up in my Tehachapi jacket.
After a lengthy period of inaction, Union Pacific gives up two manifests, one with DC power and the other AC. The uphill chase was on.
Ulak Tartysh is team riding horse game. It consist in a wrestle for possession of the headless carcass of a goat. The two teams of riders attempt to deliver it across the opposition s goal line, or into the opposition s goal, made with a big tub or a circle marked on the ground.
The goat is 35 kilogs, and the men on the horses carry it with 1 hand!
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This is serious. Because of my inaction, I have indirectly perpetuated racism. A racism I falsely assured myself was eliminated many years ago. I was lying to myself. Contributing to a violation of humanity. In the coming days, I hope to examine ways I can help contribute to reversing racism. It should never have taken George Floyd to tip us all, as humanity, into action. Yet it did. So let it not be lost. Ask yourselves, what can I do? And then do it.
This brave woman was one of several people arrested in Trafalgar Square for daring to peacefully resist the government's inaction on the climate and cost of living crisis. She had been participating in a "Just Stop Oil" demo, by sitting on the road, on the south side of the square and had been holding a placard declaring "We will not pay for greed."
Another activist explained his own interpretation of the placard - "We refuse to go hungry to feed your profits, we refuse to sacrifice our planet on the altar of greed."
This and other similar protests occur as a tiny corporate minority are profiteering from the surge in the oil price, inflicting misery on working families, and while also benefiting the government's backing for new oil fields.
The UK's mainstream TV network Sky News network reported in August 2022 that "the country has seen a huge spike in the number of people becoming billionaires." - Yes, that's right, a "huge spike" in the middle of the UK's longest decline in working families' living standards in 200 years.
news.sky.com/story/sunday-times-rich-list-2022-uk-has-a-r...
The UK government claims that it doesn't have enough funds to support the NHS, the disabled, the homeless or working families who can't afford to heat their homes. It also explains its inability to take any of the steps desperately needed to avert catastrophic climate change, due to the supposed cost.
All the while it allows UK oil companies to profit from the Ukraine War by setting the maximum possible market price thereby plunging ordinary families into poverty. It also continues to allow individuals and corporations to hide their wealth in tax havens, hands out billions by propping up, via the Bank of England's open market operations, the assets of wealthy bond holders and it still privileges multinationals with the lowest corporation tax, by a significant margin, in the G7, and also in the G20.
According to the Just Stop Oil website, just a few days prior to when this photo was taken, a spokesperson for the activist group set out their demands -
“Rishi Sunak is about to U-turn on attending COP27. We demand that he also U-turn on new oil and gas. This genocidal policy will kill millions of people, while failing to address the worst cost of living crisis this country has ever seen.
“It's time for a serious windfall tax on big oil, without the get-out-of-jail-free tax credits that will encourage more oil and gas that we cannot afford. Vulnerable people will be freezing to death in their homes this winter, unable to afford a can of soup, while his government refuses to tax the rich and the big energy companies that are profiting from our misery.
“We owe it to our young people to stop fossil fuels, we owe it to our workers to create a just transition to a zero-carbon economy, we owe it to our old people to enable them to live with dignity. We are not prepared to stand by and watch while everything we love is destroyed."
juststopoil.org/2022/11/01/day-32-just-stop-oil-target-do...
Inaction breeds doubt and fear. Action breeds confidence and courage. If you want to conquer fear, do not sit home and think about it. Go out and get busy.
-- Dale Carnegie
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Export plates
Another highlight for me: my first plate from Bahrain.
I saw this car one or two days before in Kotor driving west. I was so busy fiddling with my mobile phone that I could only take the picture very late and thought I recognized an older plate from Abu Dhabi.
I was all the more pleased when I later saw this vehicle again on the main parking lot of Petrovac and recognized that it was registered in Bahrain. Sure, as with many other vehicles, the correct registration is questionable, as I wonder if such a vehicle type is actually exported from Bahrain to Europe. With the best will in the world I cannot imagine it. But it seems that someone has connections to this island state in the Middle East. Or simply takes advantage of the ignorance and/or inaction of the local authorities.
Seen in Petrovac, about 4480km from home.