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Lantaarnpalen met natriumlampen worden vervangen door hun collega's met LED verlichting.
Lamppost with sodium lamps are being replaced by ones with LED lighting
This is a classic vintage photograph (likely a studio portrait from the late 1910s to early 1920s) showing two young Red Army soldiers from the early Soviet era, probably during or shortly after the Russian Civil War (1917–1922).The men are dressed in the distinctive winter uniforms of the Workers' and Peasants' Red Army (RKKA), the newly formed Bolshevik military force. Key details include:Budenovka hats — These iconic pointed woolen caps (officially called "broadcloth helmets" or шлем суконный) feature a tall, stiff spike on top and fold-down earflaps/neck flaps (currently folded up). Each has a prominent red star sewn on the front, a revolutionary symbol introduced around 1918–1919. The design drew inspiration from old Russian folklore helmets but became a hallmark of early Red Army troops, especially in winter campaigns. (The name "budenovka" became popular later, after cavalry commander Semyon Budyonny, though it was used from 1918 onward.)
Long wool greatcoats — These heavy, ankle-length overcoats in khaki/grayish tones provided warmth and were standard issue (often recycled or adapted from Imperial Russian stocks). They have high collars with red piping or tabs (visible on the collars, likely indicating infantry branch), cross-body rifle slings, and simple belts with buckles.
The Russian Civil War was a multi-sided civil conflict in the former Russian Empire, lasting from November 1917 to October 1922, sparked by the Bolsheviks' overthrow of the Russian Provisional Government during the October Revolution. It pitted the Red Army, led by the Bolsheviks under Vladimir Lenin and Leon Trotsky, against the White movement, a coalition of anti-Bolshevik forces including monarchists, liberals, and moderate socialists, supported by foreign interventionists such as the United Kingdom, France, the United States, and Japan. The war also involved rival socialist groups like the Makhnovshchina and the Green armies, as well as nationalist movements across the former empire. The Bolshevik victory led to the establishment of the Russian Socialist Federative Soviet Republic and ultimately the formation of the Soviet Union.
An eastbound load of grain empties has just passed Bromley on the Shuswap sub and is led by CP 8773.
BOOK REVIEW from NEW YORK TIMES 2000. Snowball From Hell
The story of an avalanche and Western man's desire to conquer nature.
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First Chapter: 'The White Death'
By HOLLY MORRIS
THE WHITE DEATH
Tragedy and Heroism in an Avalanche Zone.
By McKay Jenkins.
Illustrated. 228 pp. New York:
Random House. $23.95.
Afriend of mine was caught in an avalanche in the Cascade Range five years ago. I heard about the event two years later, and after that, whenever I saw her, I sneaked glances when she wasn't looking. I was compelled. She was now different -- like the girl in high school who had had an abortion or the survivor of a car wreck. She and I had trod the same exhilarating peaks and dangerous crevasses, but she had been trapped and now wore that mysterious, magnetic tiara that comes with survival. Our voyeuristic wondering is the central seduction of ''The White Death,'' by McKay Jenkins. What is it like to be in an avalanche: the chaos, the horror, the dark conclusion as tons of snow settle like concrete around you? A twisted fascination sustains us through the story of five men, all under the age of 22 and competent mountaineers, who died on Dec. 29, 1969, during a winter attempt on the brutal north face of Mount Cleveland in Glacier National Park. It is clear from the outset that Jerry Kanzler, Clare Pogreba, Ray Martin, Mark Levitan and James Anderson will not survive. Yet we are led through a six-month, 228-page death march.
Norman Maclean's ''Young Men and Fire'' explores similar terrain. In both books the setting is rural Montana, and the task at hand is for a community to make sense of tragedy through a desperate reconstruction of events. What game of cosmic roulette allows vital young men to be snuffed out or, in the case of ''The White Death,'' wiped off the face of the earth?
This book does rumble and move, but not before we slog through several relatively static chapters. Jenkins starts at the very beginning: snow. There are 10 kinds: ''plates, stellars, needles, columns, capped columns, spatial dendrites, graupel, sleet, hail and a catchall category called 'irregulars.' ''
This kind of minutiae might keep a Weather Channel fan on seat's edge, but eventually the details skirt the border of tedium. But just as the book starts to feel as placid as a snowfield, we're swept headlong into the young men's plight and, for the duration, a deft exploration of mountain history and culture. Jenkins retraces the victims' last days and recounts the huge rescue mission. Why do young men risk their lives and the lives of those who will try to rescue them against all good sense and advice? Are they driven by empty bravado and a youthful lack of judgment and humility? Or rather, is risk-taking the stuff of men? As one of the boys' former scoutmasters says: ''Without this burning desire to conquer we would as a nation long since be reduced to a covey of slaves. This has to be what our greatest leaders, explorers, scientists, journalists, doctors are made of.'' Jenkins suggests that this macho approach may be particularly Western, and explores how Eastern and Native American beliefs reflect a different ethos. ''The Judeo-Christian notion of mankind's having 'dominion' over nature has contributed immeasurably to his sense of isolation and alienation from the natural world,'' Jenkins says, citing the Zen scholar D. T. Suzuki, and the image of a mountaineer conquering a mountain can be seen only as a predictably neurotic outgrowth of this. ''We of the Orient have never conceived Nature in the form of an opposing power,'' Suzuki says. ''On the contrary, Nature has been our constant friend and companion. . . . The idea of conquest is abhorrent.''
Take sport mountaineering's mostly Euro roots, toss in a bit of contemporary narcissism, and a whole new profile emerges. Jenkins quotes Edwin Bernbaum, the author of ''Sacred Mountains of the World,'' who writes, ''In keeping with the individualistic nature of their sport, climbers tend to view mountains as centers in a personal rather than a cosmic sense.''
Meanwhile, the cosmic outlook among the rescuers scrambling about Glacier National Park is glum, and hopes of finding anyone alive are plummeting. Interviews with avalanche survivors yield a vivid picture of what might have been the boys' final moments, and a flashcard version of survival probability emerges. If you've managed (1) not to have your neck snapped, (2) to have the presence of mind and ability to create an air pocket and (3) not to suffocate because of the snowball in your mouth, then, on average, you have bought yourself 30 minutes. Of course, if nobody saw you go under, that half-hour doesn't do much good.
By the time Ray Martin's head and arms dangle from a snow cavern five months after the accident, when the search is resumed with the spring thaw, the families have entered a different stage of grief and the rescuers' new job is body retrieval. The long rope that still ties the five bodies together reveals what happened. The young men didn't have to hang in a dimensionless, chilling stasis for 30 minutes. Their fatal chaotic descent was two miles long, and they dropped 1,500 vertical feet.
The epilogue soberly cites (almost as if the author, who teaches literature and nonfiction writing at the University of Delaware, worried about the book glorifying this tragedy) the innumerable avalanches that happen each year. The adventure industry, in part because of the booming economy and its moneyed clientele, is walking on thin ice indeed. Ski resorts push boundaries, and sports like heli-skiing are growing in popularity. Electronic gadgets offer false security to the inexperienced, and advertising depicts outdoor risk-taking as the only true way to reach one's potential. ''The White Death'' zeroes in on our relationship with the natural world, rather than just merely standing in awe of its power or making this tragedy another notch in the adventure-as-commodity belt. ''It is not the physics or the conditions'' that make the mountain dangerous, Jenkins says. ''It is the presence of people.''
Walking on an unstable slope or checking gauges six fathoms down requires us to pay Very Close Attention. This focusing starts the heart, and sometimes creates the plot on which a survivor hangs the garland. Thus, a new heroism is born. It seems unlikely that ''The White Death'' will send young climbers to scale Mount Cleveland's dangerous north face in search of this new heroism. Mount Cleveland is not a sexy iconic mountain like Everest. But of course, there is the power of avalanches -- and there is the power of publishing.
Holly Morris's ''Cuba: Paradox Found,'' part of her ''Adventure Divas'' series, will be shown on PBS next month.
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The following is a detailed report by Andrew Hart, who led a group of us on a day trip SE of Calgary on 15 March 2014. Adding it mainly as a reminder for myself. My photo shows just a tiny part of the Starling murmuration of up to 10,000 birds that we were lucky enough to witness along one of the backroads. As you can see, some fields were bare of snow, though others still had a good covering of the white stuff.
"A beautiful spring morning. Temperatures rising from about zero to plus 10 deg C. Sunny all day and gentle breezes at most. Fourteen people showed up to enjoy this. The birds must have thought so too, because migration seems to have got a kick start today.
We started at the main entrance to Frank Lake, we walked down to the outfall and then swung back around the blind back to the gate.
On this swing we saw:
Canada Goose 2000
Tundra Swan 4
American Wigeon 3
Mallard 750
Northern Pintail 2000
Lesser Scaup 3
Common Goldeneye 100
Common Merganser 2
Bald Eagle 3
California Gull 60
Horned Lark 3
European Starling 500
The Canada Geese were mostly on the ground, in a wide arc stretching from the outfall anti clockwise to the left of the blind. The four Tundra Swans touched down on open water near the outfall, swam around for about ten minutes, and then flew away. The Pintails were more intruiging. When we arrived there were only 20-30 mostly on the ice near the outfall. But in the two hours we were in the area continual successive groups ranging in size from 20-30 to 150+ kept flying either in or by. If we counted every sighting I would have reported 5000 plus, but we think we saw some of them more than once (but hard to really be sure).
After a lunch break we drove on a long circuit of the area ending up at the Basin 3 carpark. We saw:
Canada Goose 300
Mallard 20
Bald Eagle 1
Great Horned Owl 4
Merlin 1
Black-billed Magpie 1
Common Raven 3
Horned Lark 6
European Starling 10,000
All of the Great Horned Owls were on nests. We first saw the Starlings when we noticed a black cloud swirling around in and above the field in the corner of Township 184 and RR281. Closer inspection revealed almost countless numbers of Starlings swarming around. They settled in the field (becoming almost invisible) then rose up and flew around. We suspect that at any time we were watching there were at least as many hidden in the stubble as we could see flying around. One of the transmission towers and several bushes were almost dripping Starlings. Various people in the group estimated 5000 plus, 10,000 plus and "10,000 is a very conservative number".
We left, and following a hot tip from Anne Elliott (about the Eurasian Collared Doves) stopped in at Blackie on our way back to Calgary. There we saw:
Rock Pigeon 24
European Starling 50
Eurasian Collared-Dove 6
Downy Woodpecker 2
Black-billed Magpie 2
Black-capped Chickadee 8
House Sparrow 12
A short video to show what a murmuration looks like, for anyone who isn't familiar with this phenomenon:
Foto pròpia.
Autobomba rural pesada B-211 Man TGM, de preventiu per la Festa del Cel 2011.
Tanque rural pesado B-211 Man TGM, de preventivo por la Festa del Cel 2011.
Another macro shot from the macro set. I am not too sure about this one, it's a nice shot but that's about it. It feels kind of mediocre.
Enjoy!
When I was still unable to drive due to my arm injury some friends kindly took us to Leeds. These were taken around the city. Here my friend is capturing the street!
I stripped out the adhesive on the light strips and put in some 3M Dual Lock velcros so to allow more options for light positioning
An LED on the wall of Neville street tunnel under Leeds railway station with the out of focus traffic in the background.
The tunnel has been redeveloped with an installation by a well-known light and sound artist Hans Peter Kuhn last year.
Shooting this I realised that the aperture blades on my Nikkor AF 50mm f/1.8 lens are not very rounded, which gives me this pretty cool heptagonal bokeh when stopped down to f/2.8 - f/4 :)
Media Harbor / Medienhafen
"Frank Owen Gehry, CC (born Frank Owen Goldberg; 28 February 1929) is a Canadian-born American architect, residing in Los Angeles.
A number of his buildings, including his private residence, have become world-renowned attractions. His works are cited as being among the most important works of contemporary architecture in the 2010 World Architecture Survey, which led Vanity Fair to label him as "the most important architect of our age".
Gehry's best-known works include the titanium-clad Guggenheim Museum in Bilbao, Spain; Walt Disney Concert Hall in downtown Los Angeles; Louis Vuitton Foundation in Paris, France; MIT Ray and Maria Stata Center in Cambridge, Massachusetts; The Vontz Center for Molecular Studies on the University of Cincinnati campus; Experience Music Project in Seattle; New World Center in Miami Beach; Weisman Art Museum in Minneapolis; Dancing House in Prague; the Vitra Design Museum and the museum MARTa Herford in Germany; the Art Gallery of Ontario in Toronto; the Cinémathèque française in Paris; and 8 Spruce Street in New York City."
Source: wikipedia.org