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Jones Bay is where you wind up when you turn up at Steamboat Rock without reservations!
Douglas County, Washington
Heading out to Coogee today to capture sunrise over
Ross Jones Pool..
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Title : Jones Beach, Mollymook
Year : 2013
Location :Mollymook NSW
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Lost in the heart of the jungle, Indiana Jones pushes forward, whip in hand and eyes sharp for danger.
Ancient stones whisper forgotten secrets as moss and vines hide the path to a legendary temple. Every step crackles with the promise of discovery and the risk of never returning.
Grant Jones about to drop some DH bombs after the 7.5 mile grinder.
The tips of the Channel Islands can be seen poking through the marine layer in the distance.
Danny Jones of McFly performing live at Dalby Forest on the 26th June 2009. Taken from the front row.
Jones Building
Central State Hospital
Milledgeville, Georgia USA
This is the surgical unit of what was once the largest insane asylum in the world. Now abandoned and neglected.
falling creek hitchiti experimental forest jones county Georgia www.gatrees.org/forest-management/state-forest-management...
Indiana Jones running from an exploding fighter plane in an action show at MGM Studios.
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The sudden cut of loss and realization is painfully sharp.
Acceptance and understanding is elusive; the suffering deeper still.
Late Sunday afternoon I went to Seymour Mountain. On each anniversary of my accident, I try to visit and go for a walk. After just missing sunset at the parking lot I took my headlamp and camera gear for a hike to Dog Mountain. Not much snow but plenty of quiet time to revisit my fall, 7 years ago now.
January 17, 2007
Simon and I went for a snowshoe hike around the east side of Seymour and went up Runner Peak. During the traverse back, about 1/2 hour from the ski runs, I fell. A long way. 600 feet below I ended up at Theta Lake. My backpack & coat ripped from my body, never to be found again. One boot and snowshoe gone. Broken shoulder, missing teeth and a neck fracture. Blood. Disorientated and cold. Though truth be told, I was very lucky to be in such good condition.
Nearly impossible to hike down but Simon makes it halfway regardless. Relieved to hear me alive, he manages to call for help. Somehow within 40 minutes and moments before dark sets in, a helicopter comes in and drops off 2 men. I clearly remember their headlamps coming towards me. I'm pretty sure I was mumbling and yelling, wondering why the helicopter had gone away. One of them told me to shut up. I had just met Tim Jones.
It took about an hour to reach the viewpoint at the end of the trail. Most of the fog below had disappeared so I sat down and decided to wait for a bit. Maybe the colder night air would bring the low cloud cover back. Besides, just sitting there gave me a chance to look up at the stars and check things out in my head.
January 18, 2007
Tim & Gord had wrapped me up within a heated blanket. They kept me alive. I think Tim's outer layer was a garbage bag with arm holes cut in it. How they had kept warm overnight I have no idea. I didn't know it at the time but Tim has been involved in over 1,500 rescues during his time with NSR since 1987. I couldn't have been in better hands.
SAR personnel had mobilized and were sent in to assist. The first group of 5 made it in before the worsening weather and terrible snow conditions forced everyone else to turn back for their own safety. Thank you Jeff, Bruce, Doug, John & Rollie. We were badly in need of help. The snow continued to fall. At one point a loud rumble headed down towards us, stopping within throwing distance. Unable to see what had happened I asked what was that. Tim replied, "Mother Nature". That avalanche forced the group to move base camp. They dug a snow cave and put me inside. I spent the next 14 hours within the hole. There was no getting home today. They all suffered worse than me I'm sure.
After realizing that only a few lingering clouds would make their way back over the city, I took this photo and packed up. No one else was out here. I headed back just before 7pm. When I passed First Lake I was surprised to hear what sounded like people above. Seemed unusual to me. Later along the trail I bumped into 3 paramedics who were on their way to help with a cardiac arrest near Dinky Peak. I gave them a hand carrying some of their heavy gear. I thought about asking if Tim was up here, as I hadn't seen him in a while, but it seemed inappropriate as they were on an emergency call so it never came up. [Tim Jones is an advanced life-support paramedic and paramedic-in-charge for the B.C. Ambulance Service in North Vancouver] On the way, they were told via radio, that another group were bringing the subject down the mountain. So we returned to the parking lot, where I left them and all the other many rescue personnel.
January 19, 2007
There was talk of a insane 10+ hour rope rescue to lift me out of this bowl if the deep clouds continued to prevent an air rescue. But finally a small opening appeared in the afternoon, and a helicopter popped in. They basically tossed me in while it hovered just above the frozen lake. Inside the helicopter and on the way to the hospital, I was laying down on the legs of Curtis Jones, Tim's son.
I simply would not have survived had his father not risked his life to rescue me. Words cannot not express the gratitude my family continues to feel towards him. I don't recall ever hearing Tim or any of the others complaining, even though none of them could have been comfortable. These volunteers are heroes in my books.
After giving a Mexican hitchhiker a ride down the mountain I received a shocking text telling me who had died on Seymour that night. The facts all tumbled into place. Tears began to fall. And the local outdoor community was devastated. Tim Jones had passed away from a heart attack.
Tim had an amazing spirit and strength. Determined and passionate. He was a larger-than-life leader of North Shore Rescue. I know he will be missed deeply by his team, friends & co-workers.
My deepest condolences to his family. I can't imagine the grief you must be feeling right now.
BD18 TKX, of Jones International, based in Carmarthenshire. Photographed at Ryde, Isle of Wight, on the 15th of August 2021
A twisted fish-eye view of the interior of Peter Jones department store in London (a John Lewis branch), taken during the Open House event
"Davy Jones was the supernatural ruler of the Seven Seas as the condemned captain of the Flying Dutchman. A fearsome captain, striking terror into the bravest of sailors, Jones became the stuff of various myths and legends of Pirate Lore, particularly relating to the Dutchman and Davy Jones' Locker."
Davy Jones, as seen in
Pirates of the Caribbean (Dead Man's Chest & At World's End).
Sculpted and painted by me. I've been working on and off on this figure for a while, and I decided to finally finish it up today, so hereby I present to you a figure I've been
wanting to make for a long time, based on one of my favorite characters from the POTC movies.
Photo of a watervole just checking if it's still raining before coming out, as you can see the rain droplets on the water, and he stayed in his hole, hope you like it, i'm still laughing, such beautiful animals.
10 things about mr jones:
1. he is now the oldest of our dogs while he was the baby for so long. he is the 5th of the 5 basenjis we've lived with since the early 1990's, my breed of choice. [altho I love them all]
basenjis are wild dogs, an ancient breed. the dogs with the curly tails pictured on the walls of the pharaohs are basenjis.
2. jordan, our grandson, was raised with jones. jordan had black and blue marks on the backs of his legs for a long time because jones nipped him. jones thought jordan was another puppy.
leon and I had some marks too, jones bites. we don't push him too hard to do things he hates.
[our vet tech found that out, too]
we make allowances.
3. like typical basenjis, jones is very intelligent [contrary to the rating in coren's the Intelligence of Dogs which really rates trainability not problem-solving].
he is also very very independent.
he learned to dance for his treats by watching his sister quiz when he was a puppy. he only had to watch two nights, and voila.
[basenjis have been known to gang up on another dog during a race, so that one of them could win. they have also been known to cut across the oval track to get there first. same with the weaving poles; why bother weaving when a direct run gets you there faster. our nikki could get into any cupboard in the house and walked the deck railing when she wanted out of the little deck compound she and her sister sarah had. gasp]
4. jones doesn't care what we may want. he only cares about what jones wants.
if he's cold he'll snuggle [he sleeps on us or chai if he's cold; I think he prefers chai.]
if he's hungry he'll dance.
he can get very friendly if he wants something.
humans are here to serve him.
5. if I was to yell at jones he would sit and stare at me like one would at a tantruming child.
with disgust.
6. mr jones is deaf now, so he doesn't have to listen, which is fine with him.
7. jones is a breath smeller, like our tri basenji m'vua was. he especially likes to breath-smell new people which they often find un-nerving.
I tell visitors to sit quietly while he climbs up and sniffs.
8. jones steals sitting places. he steals chai's and he steals mine. he likes pre-warmed seating.
9. jones LOVES food. all of his teeth had to be pulled because he has CUPS, but he still gets the food down.
10. we love this dog. he is still independent and doesn't bother with cliques formed by the others.
I like the silence of basenjis, they don't bark or worry, they just are, on their own terms.
**Basenji
The Basenji is thought to be one of the oldest domesticated dogs. His reputation as a non-barking dog may be because early people preferred a quiet dog as a hunting companion. Basenjis do bark, but usually only once, and then they are silent.
Both dingoes and Basenji lack a distinctive odor and are prone to howls, yodels, and other vocalizations over the characteristic bark of modern dog breeds.
Another interesting aspect of this breed is that it may be only partially domesticated. The Basenji’s metabolism is unlike that of any other domesticated dog, and females only cycle once a year, compared to twice a year for other domesticated dogs.
The Basenji was used by African tribes to flush game into nets, carry goods, and warn of approaching danger. The American Kennel Club recognized the breed in 1943, and to this day the Basenji remains a rare breed in the U.S.
**they are definitely NOT the dog for most people.
they are wild things.