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Palais Bourbon's library - National Assembly of France - Paris - Open day in monuments and beautiful buildings 09/2008
[Savoir] Bibliothèque du Palais Bourbon Assemblée nationale - Paris - Journées du patrimoine 09/2008
"Betrayal: The Creature"
Passionate & Prepared are two different concepts. In the months prior to this letter, I have been filled with passion & desire. But Prepared for the Leadership expected of me, I was not. A wise man once said, Desire without Knowledge is not good. That's the place at which I would myself. And anytime you're 'bout to get it right, the Enemy's not far from makin' everything wrong.
written by: Jeremy Pritchard
The first of my new series "the creature."
Each picture, youll learn more about the characters and the amazing story line. I interpreted one of Jer's writings last year in film and was super happy with it. He is amazingly talented at writing, and I love doing projects based off of them.
Flickr Friday theme, Knowledge. One of my old books. Cookie and Mouse. Mouse doesn't want to give up his bowtie.
the old photographer,;-)
For some people, the river is home. The place of escape, the place of freedom. Every time I hang out with Rok, my knowledge about nature increases. He recognizes almost every bird, every plant, and he can tell you a lot of interesting things about them. Fly fishing is one of his passions, right next to kayaking. He is also an olympic silver medalist and a very inspiring human being.
Full series: www.behance.net/gallery/THE-RIVER-IS-HOME/11745441
... frost covered apple tree in late december still holding many golden/yellow apples but no leaves at all.
Those cubicle-shaped rooms in those buildings look like books and the whole building looks like a bookshelf. Those rooms representing knowledge. Wings are the focal point in this picture because that is the end result, which is freedom. And with that freedom that person holds endless opportunities (sky is the limit).
“Knowing others is wisdom, knowing yourself is Enlightenment. - Lao Tzu”
Macro Monday project – 04/07/14
"the Office"
Knowledge on the ecology of streams at extreme altitudes is relatively sparse. We conducted a preliminary survey of the macroinvertebrate fauna of Tibetan streams in June 2009 and August 2011 and compared streams with different water sources. We collected quantitative samples of macroinvertebrates and measured physicochemical variables at 16 sites (8 each sampling year) at altitudes ranging from 4315 to 5065 m a.s.l. and grouped the sites into 3 types according to origin: glacier-fed, rain-fed, and lake-outlets. We identified 38 taxa, with a mean of 8.9 taxa per site. Overall the benthic fauna was dominated by insects (71%), mainly Diptera (especially Chironomidae). Ephemeroptera, Plecoptera, and Trichoptera were found at nearly all sites but mostly in low numbers; however, the fauna was significantly different in the 2 sampling years, especially due to the proportions of Chironomidae (68% in June 2009 and 10% in August 2011) and Baetidae (6% vs. 35%, respectively). The 3 stream types had significantly different faunas. Rain-fed streams had the highest total taxon richness (γ-diversity), but glacier-fed streams had a slightly higher taxon turnover rate (β-diversity). Percent glacial cover in the catchment and water turbidity explained most of the variability in taxon richness. Although not particularly taxon rich compared to other high-altitude streams, the Tibetan stream fauna showed considerable spatial variability. The fast retreat of the glaciers and permanent snow fields in Tibet makes further studies on distribution patterns and driving forces for aquatic biodiversity urgent.
Diversity and composition of macroinvertebrate assemblages in high-altitude Tibetan streams (PDF Download Available). Available from: www.researchgate.net/publication/280077956_Diversity_and_... [accessed Sep 1, 2017].
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“Jungle stories by Jim Corbett merit as much popularity and as wide a circulation as Rudyard Kipling’s Jungle Books. Kipling’s Jungle Books were fiction, based on great knowledge of jungle life; Corbett’s stories are fact, and fact is often stranger than fiction.”
~M.G. Hallett (Introduction; Man-Eaters of Kumaon)
To the world, Jim Corbett is a little-known naturalist who rose to some fame in early 1900s hunting several maneaters in India’s Kumaon region. To Kumaonis, people from the densely forested Himalayan foothills of Kumaon, Jim Corbett was a savior. He was called upon on numerous occasions to alleviate terrors of man-eating tigers and leopards that roamed large regions and killed tens to hundreds of hapless men, women, and children who needed to venture into the jungle for their livelihood. To locals, Jim Corbett was not a hunter or a killer, he was their protector. Born in India of European ancestry, Jim Corbett loved the country and her people (“In my India, the India I know, there are four hundred million people, ninety percent of whom are simple, honest, brave, loyal, hard-working souls whose daily prayer to God…, is to give them security of life and of property...”; My India). Returning the love and doffing her hat to his status and posthumous influence in the region, India named her first national park after him (The Jim Corbett National Park).
Jim Corbett was also a writer extraordinaire, a fact often ignored in favor of his fame as the celebrated hunter. He hunted alone (“I have made it a hard and fast rule to go alone when hunting man-eaters, for if one’s companion is unarmed it is difficult to protect him, and if he is armed, it is even more difficult to protect oneself”), and he wrote alone producing prose that effortlessly took readers on nerve wrecking expeditions of hunting man-eaters. He shot with a long rifle and wrote in long sentences. Both his rifle and his sentences often met their targets. Take the following as an example:
"Dansay was an Irishman steeped to the crown of his head in every form of superstition, in which he had utter and complete belief, and it was therefore natural for him to tell his ghost stories in a very convincing manner. According to Dansay, a banshee was an evil female spirit that resided in dense forests and was so malignant that the mere hearing of it brought calamity to the hearer and his family, and the seeing of it death to the unfortunate beholder. Dansay described the call of a banshee as a long drawn-out scream, which was heard most frequently on dark and stormy nights. These banshee stories had a fearful fascination for me, for they had their setting in the jungles in which I loved to roam..." (Jungle Lore)
If you are not already spooked, you’re by now, at least, very curious about Dansay’s Banshee. I will let Jim tell you all about it:
"As on the evening of the storm a wind was blowing, and after I had been standing with my back to a tree for some minutes, I again heard the scream. Restraining with difficulty my impulse to run away, I stood trembling behind the tree and after the scream had been repeated a few times, I decided to creep up and have a look at the banshee. … —with my heart beating in my throat— I crept forward as slowly and as noiselessly as a Shadow, until I saw Dansay’s banshee.
In some violent storm of long ago a giant of the forest had been partly uprooted and had been prevented from crashing to the ground by falling across another and slightly smaller giant. The weight of the bigger tree had given the smaller tree a permanent bend, and when a gust of wind lifted the bigger one and then released it, it swayed back on to the supporting tree. At the point of impact the wood of both trees had died and worn as smooth as glass, and it was the friction between these two smooth surfaces that was emitting the terrifying scream. Not until I had laid the gun on the ground and climbed the leaning tree and sat on it while the scream was being repeated below me, was I satisfied that I had found the terror that was always at the back of my mind when I was alone in the jungles. From that day I date the desire I acquired of following up and getting to the bottom of every unusual thing I saw or heard in the jungles and for this I am grateful to Dansay for, by frightening me with his banshee, he started me on the compiling of many exciting and interesting jungle detective stories.” (Jungle Lore)
Locating and ‘getting to the bottom of the unusual sight’ above during our recent trip to the verdant national park, Rishabh said, ‘it looks like a scene from a videogame’. It was indeed a scene. It was Jim Corbett’s scene, which reminded me all about his Banshee and how not to be afraid of the unknown but be eagerly curious about it.
A Hindu temple at Lake Parashar, Himachal Pradesh, India. The lake is coveted to have Sage Parashar from Hindu mythology meditated and acquire knowledge in its surroundings.
Mystery solved! I've been trying to get to know my new home area, and on one of my numerous recce trips had passed this farmyard out at Newton of Ardtoe, and wondered why there was an ex RAF SEAKING search and rescue helicopter residing next to a cattle shed. In the absence of anyone around I was left wondering until today when a local, liberally spattered in cow sh!t came out of a nearby house with his wife, and I was able to ask him. Well Gordon told me it had been bought by a local fisherman who had a vision to convert it into a snack shack or an AirBnB. Ah yes, what a good idea....and then it transpired this was not just any local fisherman but one who lives 20 yards over my garden fence. Thankfully, I know there is no room near us to move a redundant ex RAF SEAKING search and rescue helicopter to, but said neighbour does not have the best reputation in these parts for maintaining the peace. Quite how it landed in the back o'beyond remains a mystery. These things are BIG!. But I'm discovering there are many colourful locals in these parts and strange things do happen.
You should never underestimate farmers and fishermen in these parts. Next to the helicopter the farmer is building his own SpaceX Mars rocket rival
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At least, that is the motto seen here over a side entrance to the old main building of Hamburg University. It is not that old, only dating from 1911. And it did not start as a university (that happened in 1919, in the Weimar Republic) but a "Kolonialinstitut". Germany before 1918 did have colonies. Knowledge as an instrument of power gets a totally new meaning then. But even later, when being a university, this academic institution was rather particular where its knowledge ought to be invested. For the Jews they did not cry when thousands were assembled next door virtually, at the Moorweide, and deported to their death. Knowledge? Yes. But whose knowledge, whose power? Fuji X-Pro1.